Carl and I had been having an affair for 3 months. Carl was my ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Carl was also married, and he, myself, my ex-boyfriend, Steve; and Carl’s wife used to hang out all the time together. I knew I was being bad, but I didn't care. In fact, it was actually a turn on being the other woman.
Okay, before I go on, I have to repeat something I said in the first part of my story. I love my tits. I am a 36DD. They are soft but firm and have a nice shape to them from any angle. My nipples are not too big or small and have a nice pink color. I have an okay face. I mean I’m not ugly, but I know I am not drop dead gorgeous. I can’t stop a man in his tracks when he looks at my face. And my ass is nice, but it’s not the main event, if you know what I mean. My tits are the main attraction. My tits turn heads. My tits raise temperatures. My tits can get a man’s cock hard when I do a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Okay, now back to the story.
Carl arranged to get away for the night. I don’t what he told his wife, but that was not really my problem. We had an amazing affair, but agreed to end it with one last night together. Carl asked me for one thing and that was to finally have anal sex. And I agreed. I was never asked to do it before. I never really thought about doing it. But when he asked, I got so turned on that I agreed without really thinking about it.
I did a little research. I watched some porn movies. I was shocked. These women were taking huge cocks in their ass like it was nothing. The guy would just push it right in and her facial reaction was like he was patting her on the head, no big deal having a big dick up her booty hole.
I pressed my finger against my tight little back hole and just doing that hurt! What did I get myself into? Or a better question, what was I letting get into me?
Remember before Carl, I was a good girl. And having one affair does not make me a slut. Sure I was Carl’s slut but for the moment I was just his slut and no one else’s. I was not promiscuous. Carl was just the third guy I ever had intercourse with in my life. But I was learning and becoming more curious and adventurous and more sexual. I thought about sex more and more. Since being with Carl, I noticed guys checking me out. I had never really paid attention before. I liked it. I even played it up sometimes when I knew I was being watched.
Sometimes I would walk in the mall and notice a guy looking at me. I would stop and look at my phone knowing he was watching but pretending like I was unaware. I’d hold my phone in one hand and take my other arm and wrap it around myself pushing my boobs up and together. I would kind of rock back and forth making my big tits bounce a little. This was really effective if I was showing cleavage. Then I would put the phone to my ear like I was on a call and was telling this amazing story using my hands waving them and that would make my tits bounce even more. I would get all excited telling the story as my tits bounced up and down. Ooops. I might drop my bag. Then I would turn around and bend over so he could get a nice good view of my ass. Once I was done, I knew I made his cock hard and that made my pussy wet. And yes, I confess that sometimes doing this led to more. But I will tell you all about that later.
Back to Carl. He told me to make sure I wore a top that made my tits easily accessible for the car ride, no panties, and a skirt I can hike up easily. That kind of talk got me very excited and hot. I wore a yellow tube top and a blue form fitting skirt.
I got in the car and Carl started massaging my tits as soon as I got in. He told me not to bother putting my safety belt on. My brain said no to this, but my pussy said yes, and my pussy won. The naughty man was rubbing my tits in the driveway of my parents’ house! I was already on fire and the night had just begun.
Carl then put his hand down my tube top and continued to squeeze my tits with one hand as we drove. It was about 8 pm and dark but I am sure if someone was looking they could see in. His car did not have tinted windows.
As soon as we got on the highway he pulled my tube top down so they were naked, bouncing up and down by the unevenness of the road. I am sure anyone that happened to look in could see my naked tits fully exposed.
Carl reached over and fondled and squeezed one of my naked tits. Cupping it in his hand. Squeezing it from below and then moving his hand to the side and then from the top. All over. Then he would squeeze the nipple. Pull it. Then go back to groping my tit again. Bouncing it in his hand. Squeezing it. I looked down at his hand playing with my tit and moaned. I realized that Carl was going to take full advantage of this night because he knew it would be our last together. That first night I was in control but tonight belonged to Carl.
I started to breath harder and I could feel my body getting hotter and wetter.
“Pull your skirt up so I can see your pussy,” he said.
I shimmied my skirt up so that it bunched up around my waist. I was now sitting there with my tits and my pussy totally exposed.
Carl moved his hand down onto my clit. He started rubbing it aggressively. He was going faster and faster in a back and forth motion. I was writhing in the car seat, getting wetter and wetter. Then he plunged one finger into my pussy and started finger fucking me. Hard and fast but also keeping his thumb on my clit. Then he pushed in a second finger fucking my pussy with them and rubbing his thumb against my swollen clitty. I erupted on his fingers cumming in wave after wave. My cunt clamped down on his fingers, I exploded and cried out. It was an orgasm that just kept going and going. It wouldn’t stop.
Finally, after my orgasm subsided Carl pulled out his fingers, wet from my juices and move them to my mouth. I knew instinctively what to do. I took his fingers into my mouth like it was his cock and sucked them and licked them tasting my wetness. Mmmm I tasted good. Then he put his fingers back into my wet pussy and then put them up to his mouth and ate up my juices. That was so hot. Then he put his fingers back inside me making them wet again and wiped them on the tip of my left tit.
“Lick it clean slut,” he said. I did as he said. I lifted my left tit to my mouth and licked my juices off it. Yummy.
For the last 3 months I had been fucking Carl and he would often call me a slut. And I got turned on every time he said it. I was being a slut with Carl, and him calling me that reminded me that I was fucking and sucking a married man. The best friend of my ex-boyfriend. That edge is what made sex with Carl the best I ever had up to that point. I was more turned on, came harder and more often with Carl than with any of my past lovers (keeping in mind that that Carl was just the third man I ever had intercourse with).
“Are you hungry slut,” he asked. “I’ve got something for you to eat.” Carl pulled out his cock then took his hand and pushed my head down on it. “Eat it!” he demanded.
I opened my mouth and sucked his cock like it was filled with water and I was dying of thirst.
What Carl didn’t know is that I taught myself how to deep throat and practiced on dildo for the last few days preparing for this night. I wanted to surprise him. I took it deeper and deeper and deeper. I relaxed my throat and pushed it all the way in.
“Holy fuck,” he said feeling his cock down my throat. “Oh fuck. Yeah take that cock down your fucking throat. Swallow that dick, slut.”
I held Carl’s cock down my throat for ten seconds and then gasped for air. Then I went down again taking it all the way in trying to keep it in there for 11 seconds. I did this again and again, getting up to 16 seconds. I would then take a break and lick his cock all over jerking it at the same time. Then I would take it back in my mouth and deep throat him again.
Carl came with his cock lodged in my throat. It was a new sensation feeling his cum shooting directly down my throat. I actually like the taste of cum so I missed that. It was wild just to feel it jet into my throat. But the most amazing thing was feeling his cock swell and erupting in my mouth. It was like a piston at the base. It felt so powerful inside my mouth and throat.
I love to deep throat. It drives the guy crazy, it makes me out to be more of a sex goddess and it also gives me kind of a high. I feel this great sensation in my body when I do it, like being a high. I don’t know why but it does.
After Carl came I lowered my skirt and covered my tits again. We get to the hotel about ten minutes later. I got out of the car and Carl walked over to me and pulled my tube top down further so lots of cleavage was showing. Then he pulled up my skirt so you could see the bottom of my ass cheeks. There was no doubt why we are staying at this hotel to anyone that saw me walk in.