u/Ok_cass_4x

Real story, as every one I post. Early 2000s, so my memory might be tricking me, but as usual, I'm as accurate as possible.

I already told you about my college mate. We started out after a beer+weed dinner when we were supposed to be studying for the exam, and he made me lose my mind.

When i came home the following day, hubby asked me how I did in the exam, and I told him I have approved, when we actually missed college completely that day. We had fallen asleep after a hard night's pounding.

I couldn't stop thinking about my mate's cock. It was so thick, so hard... So new. I had been "stuck" with hubby for months for the first time in our relationship, and I was craving for a new dick.

The following day, as soon as my husband left for work, I called David, my mate. The call was quick.

"You available?"

"All yours".

I remember the exact call. Those two phrases, word by word. May the rest of the story dialogues not be precise, but that one was. I'm trying to capture the moment here.

I rushed to his place, and we got lost in a lustful kiss the moment he opened his apartment door.

I got on my knees, hungry for his cock. I engulfed his dick and started licking it from base to tip, and reverse. It was rock hard already. He grabbed me by my hair.

"You hungry married bitch". His words were a total turn-on. Hubby's always sweet, even in bed.

"Suck a real cock you bitch" he said, pushing me against his crotch. I could barely breath, but I needed to take it all.

He got undressed and made me stand up, to kiss me passionately and grab my ass with both hands. He slid his hands under my leggings to feel my bare skin. Off my blouse and off my pants in no time, and we headed to his bed again.

"Doggy style, bitchie", he said. Needless to say, I did just that. He knelt behind me.

"Does the Mrs want a new cock?" His hands were already caressing my full ass.

"Yeah... Please"

He smacked my ass, and licked my skin. Gosh it had been ages since I last felt a tongue on my ass skin. He split my cheeks and licked my asshole. That sent shivers through my spine all the way. I let out a deep moan.

"I bet hubby doesn't give you this" he added, while licking all my ass.

"N... No...no he.... No he d...." I couldn't even speak.

He stood up behind me. I was doggy style at the edge of the bed, while he stood on his feet behind me. Perfect position for me, my all-time favorite. He caressed my pussy with his hard cock. I moaned in advance.

"You want it, wifey?" he said, pushing it a little more.

"Please"

He almost entered, but not yet.

"You want mine or hubby's?"

"Yours... please... fuck me". His cock was sliding outside my wet pussy all along.

"Think of your hubby now"

"Oh gosh... you... you're so... so kink... y". He started to penetrate me, very very slowly so I could feel every inch of it getting inside my body.

"Think about him working now... working for you as you offer your ass to me". With each word, his cock would get a little more inside me. "Think of his stupid happy face as I fuck his wife".

I was sooooo turned on by his words... and his cock. I just moaned and moaned, until he was all the way in.

"Is this enough? Is this better than your husband's?"

"Much much much better.... fuck..."

He started pounding me, faster and faster, slapping my ass with harsh words. I would moan and moan and crave for more and more. That was Heaven. His hands pressed my waist when he was not slapping my ass, and pumped me really hard and fast.

"Bitchy wife" he continued to call me all the time. "Hubby works and you come here to fuck, you bitch".

His movements became stronger and faster, until I felt my climax building up... my moans were louder and louder, his slapping was harder, his pounding was harsher, and he filled me up with hot cum at the same moment my climax invaded my whole body and soul. We yelled our throats out while we came together.

After we were done, we just laid next to each other, kissing softly. We both knew this would last.

This story happened when I was studying psychology in college. Let me introduce myself first.

Let's say my name is... Maria. I'm from a Latin American country, from a small town. I got married at the age of 22 and moved to the big city, the country's capital, with my husband, who was my age too. I had been a wild girl my whole life, and I'm willing to tell the different stories here, over time. Hubby never knew of them. Marriage didn't stop me at all. On the contrary, I found out that me being a wife at so young age was an irresistible addition to men's eyes. And I took my chances. After all, hubby worked and studied, so he was out all day, and I had no former friends or family there, and an apartment all for myself. Needless to say my hormones were at their most. Anyway, let's focus to this story now. Actually, to the start of the story, as this was the beginning of a romance I had with this guy. He was a bit older, 24, didn't have a GF, and was really cute. We happened to be in the same group for a research work, so we were a lot of time together. The group consisted of 3 more girls and 2 more guys, but they are not really important here. I noticed this guy paid more attention than necessary to me, and I felt flattered. As I was new in the city, I still haven't had the chance to meet new guys, so I was being "satisfied" by just my hubby. Which was not really the case. Just a side note: my husband has always been a great man, but he's not that active sexually.

So, we gathered at his place one night. It was the night before the exam. The whole group was supposed to meet, but I was the only one that showed up. I later knew he actually told the others he had to be somewhere else and would not be available, so he cancelled the meeting for everyone else but me. He obviously had decided to play his cards that night.

We started studying, and at dinner time, I told him it was time for me to go home.

"Oh c'mon, why don't we study overnight? I think we can do better if we do. You know we won't study any longer if you leave now", he said. He was right, the exam was important and I wouldn't study at home.

"Can't just be away the whole nite you silly. What would I tell my husband?"

"Just call and say the truth, you'll be studying. Doesn't he want you to be a professional some day?". That made sense.

Dialogue is surely not textual, but that's as accurate as I remember things.

Back then, there were no cellphones. I'm talking about the early 2000's here. I called home to leave a message. I knew husband arrived almost at midnight from his own classes.

We then ate dinner, and he served some beer. I never drank alcohol, but I accepted anyway. Just as I accepted a joint afterwards.

Of course, alcohol + weed led to an atmosphere of laughter and silly games. I really can't remember how or who took the first step, but at some time we were making out on his couch.

Gosh that felt soooooo good. I was almost starving for a new tongue. Like really, I needed that so much. We kissed and it was great, and his hands grabbed my boobs in no time. Of course we didn't study that night at all, and we didn't sleep either. We did all kinds of stuff in his bed. The next day, we didn't fail the exam... We missed the college entirely. We fell asleep lol.

That was our first encounter, but as I said, it was the beginning of a romance that lasted a couple months and had peak moments I'll share in future posts.

I just turned 18 and finally my lifelong dream of going backpacking could actually come true. For years, a friend and I (let’s call her Anne) had been planning it. Talking about it in class, mapping out routes, promising each other that the moment we were both 18, we’d sling our backpacks on and go.

We were on our final year of high school. She had a boyfriend, and I had just started dating the guy who’s now my husband. Neither of them were thrilled about the idea of us two girls going off alone. They both tried to talk us out of it. But this was something we had built up in our heads since forever. We had to do it. Alone. Now, in mid-year holidays.

I remember my boyfriend was quite easy to convince. Either he let me, or that was it for us. But Anne wouldn't risk such a move with her boyfriend. He was really cute and nice, and she wasn't the best looking girl at school. She was very nice, I loved her, but truth be spoken, she was thick... fat actually, but that's a word I try to not use for people I like.

So, I went to his place one afternoon to convince him. He was surprised I was there alone, but invited me in nonetheless. We sat in his room, and I laid out the plan. How Anne and I had dreamed of this trip, how it wasn’t about danger or boys, just freedom. He pushed back, saying he didn’t like the thought of her hitchhiking, sleeping in tents. For a while it was back and forth like that.

Then it changed. I don’t remember the exact moment, but suddenly we weren’t debating anymore, we were just talking. About Anne, about their relationship. He admitted things I didn’t expect. That they hadn’t done much at all. Just kisses, some touching, maybe a handjob once or twice. That was it.

It didn’t line up with what Anne had told me. She used to act like they were doing everything. Blowjobs, sex, the whole deal. But hearing him, I understood. She only said those things because of me. Because I always told her about my own cheating, about the guys I was with. She didn’t want to look naive next to me.

I didn’t feel betrayed. Not at all. If anything, it gave me a rush. I liked knowing she had to invent stories to keep up with me. That I was the one actually living it, while she was pretending.

Before we knew it, his parents called for dinner. After that, he offered to take me home. I said no. Not until he admitted he was okay with Anne going with me. He laughed a little, like I was being stubborn, but I meant it. I wasn’t going to leave until I got what I came for. He insisted to give me a drive anyway, so we went to his father's car. He started the drive and we continued to talk until he finally sighed and said the truth: that it wasn’t the trip itself that scared him. It was me.

I didn’t say anything at first. Just waited.

He said Anne had told him things. About me. About what I did.

I knew exactly what he meant. The things I’d shared with Anne, she had passed them on to him. That kinda upset me but I played nice anyhow. I started asking questions, carefully. Not directly, but enough to make him reveal how much he knew.

He said he knew I’d been with guys behind my boyfriend’s back. That I didn’t hide it from Anne. That I bragged about it.

I leaned back in the seat, letting him talk. I pushed here and there, pretending to clarify, but just to know.

By the end of the ride, he hadn’t given me the approval I wanted. But I knew he was thinking of me and the things I did and Anne wouldn't.

He slowed to a stop and told me goodnight. But I didn’t move. I told him I wasn’t getting out until he said it. That he’d let Anne come with me.

He shook his head, said we’d been over it. No way he'd let her go backpacking with me alone. I told him to come inside for a moment, that we needed to continue talking.

He refused at first. Said it wasn’t a good idea. That it was late. That my parents were probably around. I knew those were anything but excuses. He was afraid. I just looked at him and said they’d be asleep. He stared at me, cut the engine and followed me out.

The house was dark and quiet. My parents had already gone to bed. I led him straight into my room. Closed the door and turned the lock.

We sat on the edge of my bed, and for a while neither of us spoke. He was stiff, unsure, still clinging to his refusal. I told him again how much this trip mattered, how long Anne and I had planned it.

He kept trying to push back, but softer now. Not like before. I could feel the shift. The more I pressed, the more he folded, until his arguments weren’t about safety or trust anymore. They were only about me. About what he knew of me. About how afraid he was Anne would do things influenced by me and the distance and the opportunity.

I leaned in close, so close he could feel my breath on his ear, and said: “But that’s me, baby… she’s not like that… you know that.”

He froze.

“She doesn’t do the things I do,” I whispered right at his ear, dragging it out. “Not even to you. How on earth could she do it to any other guy?”

I let it hang there between us. His jaw tightened. He didn’t move away. He didn’t answer either.

My hand slid onto his knee, light. He looked down at it, then back at me, shaking his head but not moving me away.

“You shouldn’t,” he muttered.

“But you like it,” I said. I was young, but I already knew.

I let my hand drift higher, slow. He stayed frozen. When my fingers pressed against the inside of his thigh, he whispered, “Stop…” but it didn’t sound like he meant it.

I tilted my head, watching him squirm, then leaned in again. “She doesn’t do this, right?” I murmured. I rubbed over the fabric of his jeans, firm enough that there was no mistaking my intent. His body betrayed him, hard under my palm, even as he tried to look away.

He said her name once, almost like a plea. I answered by unbuttoning him. Smooth, simple, no pause. He grabbed my wrist but it was weak, half-hearted. I pulled him free, heavy and stiff in my hand, and stroked slow.

“You see?” I whispered, eyes on him. “I'm not her.”

His head tipped back, a low sound breaking from him. He was breathing hard, trying not to look at me, but I kept going, slow and steady.

I leaned down and let my tongue slide along him, just once, teasing, and when he shuddered I smiled against him. Then I took him into my mouth, deep, not giving him space to think.

His hand came to the back of my head, not pushing, just holding there, caught between guilt and need. I worked him with my mouth and hand, listening to every sound he tried to swallow down.

He tasted salty on my tongue. I spat in my hand, stroked him slick, and went back down.

He groaned my name. Not Anne’s. Mine. That was all I needed to hear.

I worked him deeper. Every time I pulled back I let him see the mess on my lips, then swallowed him down again. His thighs were trembling under my palms. He tried to hold himself back, biting his fist, but I didn’t stop.

"Have you ever been sucked like this?" I asked, knowing the answer before he said it.

When his hips jerked I pulled off fast and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He cursed under his breath. “Not yet.” I told him.

I pushed him back flat on my bed. Climbed over him, my knees pressing on either side of his hips. His cock was wet against my thigh, leaking, throbbing. I ground myself against it, slow, still clothed, making him feel how hot I was through the jeans fabric.

He tried to speak but I cut him off with a kiss. First one was messy, teeth knocking, but then I took his mouth hard, sucking his tongue, biting his lip. His hands gripped my waist, not pushing me away anymore.

I sat up, pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it aside. His eyes locked on my tits, and I laughed low. “She might be chubby, but do her tits look better than mine?” I grabbed his hand and shoved it to my chest, made him squeeze. His thumb flicked over my nipple and I moaned.

I unzipped my jeans, shoved them down just enough, no ceremony. My panties were already damp, sticking to me. I rubbed myself over his cock, fabric sliding against him, both of us breathing ragged.

"Has she ever done this to you?"

Of course she hasn't.

Then I pulled my panties aside and stayed there, his cock tip brushing my pussy.

"So... You're a virgin or have you had sex with someone other than Anne?"

"I'm... I haven't..." He couldn't answer, but that was enough information for me.

"Do you want to wait for her? I can just walk away if you wish" I teased, knowing perfectly well he wouldn't.

"No... No, I don't want to wait anymore... Please".

There he was. Begging for it.

I sank down on him in one slow push.

He gasped, eyes wide, both hands clamping my hips like he couldn’t believe it was happening. I clenched tight around him, grinding down until I was full, until I felt him hit deep.

“See?” I whispered, leaning over him, my lips brushing his, my tongue all over. “You didn't need her to lose your virginity.”

I started riding him steady, hips rolling, tits bouncing against his chest. Every thrust made the bed creak, but I didn’t care if my parents heard. Once I'm in it, I don't think clearly.

His nails dug into me, his face twisted up like he was fighting the guilt with every thrust, but his body was giving in.

I went harder, faster, smacking down onto him, my moans getting louder, raw. I told him how good his cock felt, how Anne would never know how to use it like I did. I made sure every word cut him while his cock kept sliding deeper into me.

I kept riding him, letting the friction build. His hips lifted, hands clenching my waist, trying to hold me down. His breaths were short, ragged, gasping, and I felt him stiffen deep inside me.

I leaned forward, pressed my tits to his chest, whispered into his ear, “Cum for me, baby.”

It didn’t take long. His body tensed violently, a low groan ripping from his throat. His cock twitched, pulsed, and then I felt him spill deep inside me, warm and hot, shuddering with the release. I kept my hips moving, slowly, letting him ride out every shiver, his hands gripping me tight.

As he came down, his breathing ragged, I felt my own body tightening, ready to let go. My own pleasure built, wet and heavy, and then I came with a scream I tried to swallow, hips bucking, nails digging into his chest. My walls clenched around him, my thighs trembling, juices sliding down onto the sheets.

He groaned again at the feel of me contracting, holding him, and I laughed low, pressed my mouth to his neck, biting and sucking, making sure there were marks to be left. He tried to speak, but it came out broken and helpless. I felt it all—the push, the pull, the heat—and let it last until we were both gasping, sweating, shivering from the release.

I rolled off him slowly, catching my breath, feeling the mess we made, and smiled down at him. He was still trembling, wide-eyed, his cock softening but still leaking. He didn’t speak, just looked at me.

I propped myself on one elbow, looking at him.

“Now you let us go backpacking,” I said. “Or you’ll break her heart when she finds out you didn’t wait for her.”

His eyes flicked to mine, panic flashing.

“Let’s be nice,” I added, running my nails lightly down his chest. “Let’s protect her from our cheating.”

He swallowed hard, still speechless. I french kissed him before getting up to get my clothes from the floor.

“You understand?” I asked, pulling my shirt back over my head. “You don’t get to tell her no. You don’t get to ruin this for her. You just smile and say yes, and no one gets hurt.”

He sat up slowly, staring at the floor. I could see it settling in. What we’d done.

I tugged my jeans up, zipped them, and leaned back against the wall, watching him. “It's so easy baby. You tell her she can come with me. You’ll be the supportive boyfriend. You’ll keep your mouth shut. And so will I. Noone gets hurt. That's perfect, innit?”

He nodded, finally, eyes still down.

I smiled and unlocked the door. The house was still silent. My parents still asleep. When I looked back at him one last time, he still hadn’t moved.

“What you waiting for? Get clothed and go home, baby.” I said. "It looks like you need some rest".

The next day, my friend Anne called me early. She had convinced his boyfriend so that we could go backpacking.

"That's great news!” I said over the phone. "Congratulations on convincing him... Care to share how you achieved it?"