Until the cell phone rings, who knows?

ramwella

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Hey, why so quiet? You know I like it when you moan.

I didn’t get the silence. This isn’t our first time hooking up, and the sex is always so wild— loud, sweaty, and a little rough. Secret "hush-hush" sex is always more intense when both people are cheating on their spouses.

Our affair started a few years ago— just months before the wedding. What a sham. I was also in the bridal party as an usher-- the one with the big smirk on his face, 'cause a few days earlier I was cramming my dick in the guest of honor.

Finally, I hear a whimper.

Louder, bitch, I can’t hear you. You like it deep, hard and kind of rough. No problem. I got this. I know, I know. You need to get fucked by a big man with a big dick. That’s what I’m here for. Enjoy the ride. (smack!)

Anal sex was new for the both of us. But damn, we got hooked on it quick. Doggie style is best—manhandling those hips and pushin' on the butt cushion. It's tight. It's warm and squishy wet.

Damn! Cell phone's ringing again! We both know who it is. It’s her ringtone. But hell, I don't care. Dammit, let her ring! I'm just now gettin' my stroke on and in. Unh....unh. (Smack!) Oooo, it feels too good to stop now. I hate that ringtone! I'm just trying to ignore one bitch for another. Unh....unh...(Smack!) Well, I don't want to answer it and I ain't gonna. Ignore her! Don't answer. But yeah, I know, I know: she just gonna keep calling back anyway. DAMMIT! Whew! My dick is out and dripping butt gel.

“Hey, babe, how you doin’?....umm, nothing right now. I left work early to go help JP with his car. We almost got it fixed and running again. So, what’s up?.......Ok, that's no problem, babe. When I get home, I'll pay the babysitter and take her home…… You’re welcome. See you later. Love ya.”

Focused again. I mac-dive back in that ass!

Chuck screams, “Oww! C’mon, JP. Take it easy, man. That shit hurts!” He tosses his cell phone next to his pants and pushes me away. But I like the challenge and I push back. I win. My dick stays in his ass,
still fucking and not missing a stroke,

"Unnnhhhhhhh !!" He's feeling 9" of thick torpedo dick.

That's it, boy! Moan the way I like to hear you! LOUDER! I thrust in harder. He's a big dude, too, so he can take it. And I really get off this bear moaning like a little cub bitch— a loud, sweaty, roughed-up cub bitch. I pull Chuck's hips back on my dick and rape away his manhood. His asshole is just man-pussy now.

As usual, the sex is hot, but we have to stop before either of us really want to. And I think about how tough it is for Chuck feeling wrapped and trapped as a husband, a father and DL closet freak. Why does his nature have to feel so unnatural?

We stop. No orgasm. Chuck limps off the bed, bends over to pick up his pants and what's left of his manhood.Then, right on cue, his guilt sets in: “I can’t believe we’re still doing this, man. This is the last time, JP. I am not your bitch! No more, dude! We gotta stop! What about our wives and my baby girl?!”

I say nothing, 'cause I've heard it before and know what he's going to say:
We shouldn't be doing this. We can’t anymore. We won't.

Well....at least not until the next time.

If you just read the story, I’d appreciate any honest feedback. Did you understand what I was trying to do? --Ram


 
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