Adultery A Slut Life - Part 4

It was intense. Amazing. Overwhelming. I shivered and gasped and sighed and moaned and groaned. Sounds flowed from my mouth without inhibition, without thought, without awareness. I knew there were other words but I wasn't conscious of them, they just flowed out. I heard someone... me?... saying words like 'yes, yes, yes', 'please, yes' and on and on. Within only minutes, my body stiffened, then shook. Adam's tongue was probing inside my pussy, a finger softly rubbing over my clitoris. My body seemed to explode and I heard sounds erupt around us... my sounds. I orgasmed within minutes of starting and I had barely touched him, yet. I had denied myself since that night and I had denied the recognition of need and want and desire building inside me ever since.

I was gasping, panting for breath. Perspiration beading over my forehead and upper chest. I raised my head from the bed and gazed down between my heaving breasts to see Adam peering up at me from between my thighs, a silly smile formed on his mouth, his lips and chin slick with my juices.

I reached my hands down toward him and he crawled up along my body. His naked body on my naked body. I felt his hard monster of a cock pressed against my abdomen... and stomach. God, it was big. We kissed. Rather, it seemed we were both intent on getting inside each other through our mouths. I wanted every part of my body to feel every part of his. My breasts pressed, flattened, into his chest. My electric-charged nipples poking into him. One of my legs wrapped around his to feel his body pressing against my pussy and clitoris. His hard cock pressed against my body.

This time, I rolled us. I slid down his body, my hands and fingers finding his cock before my kissing lips on his body came to the crown of his cock head. I kissed it and smiled. Yes, I wanted it all. Somehow, I would experience a big cock.

I felt his hands on me. I looked up at him, my fingers around his cock, my lips pressed against the head. He was shaking his head... no.

I raised my head. "I want to make you cum, now."

"I do, too. I want to be inside you, if that's okay."

I nodded emphatically. God, yes, that's okay! My pussy was drooling in anticipation of this thing invading me.

He was rolling my nipples as my eyes gazed fixedly on the cock in my hands. I heard his soft voice, "Are you sure it's okay? You look..."

I want to smile up at him to reassure him but I am not sure what the lust within me showed. Probably just my lust. "You're so big... I guess I am a bit nervous... it'll probably hurt... maybe... yeah, probably... I want to, though. God... I never imagined one like this... slow, though? Can you do it slow? I never have... God, you're so big..."

He pulled me up his body. My pelvis immediately started rotating, rubbing, pressing itself against his cock. He kissed me, again. He told me to ride him. I would be in charge. I could go as much as I wanted, as deep as I wanted, as fast or slow as I wanted. I could continue or stop. My control. As he told me this, I felt his cock twitch between our bodies. I sat back on his thighs. I knew what he suggested, of course. And, he was right. It would give me control of working myself to take his cock. The position would also provide even more penetration, not that penetration was going to be an issue. He held his cock straight in the air and I shivered. I licked my lips in anticipation. A truly big cock.

I straddled his hips and knelt down keeping myself high to stay above his upraised cock. I put one hand on his chest for support and used the other to take control of his cock from him. A gasp escaped my mouth as I lowered my pelvis to his cock head. He smiled up at me. I bit my lower lip with determination but also a bit of intimidation. I moved the cock and my pelvis, my wet pussy sliding over the head. It was so erotic. Just that much seemed intense. As I moved, his cock hit my clit and it shook me, like a jolt of sexual electricity sparking through my body. The cock settled at my hole and I sucked in a huge breath. I lowered my body a mere inch and the head went in, stretching me wide. I gasped. Some of my held breath releasing. I settled down a bit more and sucked in more air as just a few inches of his cock seemed to stretch me wide and fill me. It was only inches, though. There was so much more. I settled down a bit more and quickly rose as a feeling of stretching too much came over me. Adam pulled me to him, kissing me and stroking my shoulders and back. He whispered a reminder that I was in control, as much or as little was up to me. This man was unbelievably gentle and considerate. Why did he have to leave tomorrow?

I kissed him hard. Just the motion of leaning into his kiss moved his cock that was barely inside me. The movement was delicious. While we kissed, I pushed back more to take precious inches more, then pulled back. More and less. More and less. Each more was several inches. The stretching was an amazing feeling. I wouldn't say it wasn't a form of pain, almost a sense of stretching to the point of tearing. But I knew that was silly. There was some pain, discomfort certainly... but delicious, too. Each small stroke filled my vagina with more cock and the feeling was increasingly wonderful, beyond arousing. Soon, all I considered was more cock. Deeper and deeper. As I moved back and forth, I sat up and I was taking more of him. Now it was up and down, more and more of his cock.

He reached up and fondled my breasts, pinched and tweaked my nipples while I continued to move up and down on his cock, taking more and more. I orgasmed with a shuddering shaking and crying out. I didn't have him all the way in but I came. And, that seemed to do something. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. My pussy flooded his cock with juices. Without more pain I sank all the way down during my orgasm. At first, I didn't realize what had happened. It was so intense. The head of the cock pressed into the top of vaginal chamber and it sparked another peak in my orgasm. It was too much for the moment and I fell forward onto his chest and his arms wrapped around me as my orgasm washed over me.

I was gasping and panting. The first clear thought that came was, he hasn't climaxed. I sat up straight, his cock sinking completely into me, again. His hands returned to my breasts. The words that came from my mouth sounded strange even to me, a rough, lusty sound, "Your turn. Fill me with you cum."

His hands shifted to my hips and I nodded. Yes, help me to make you fill me with your cum. I bounced on his cock like a wild woman. My breasts bounced and swayed. I felt his cock head jam into the top of my pussy repeatedly. I felt so full of cock. I felt so erotic and sensual and wicked as I bounced on him and encouraged him and cried out as my arousal spiked yet again. My pussy was so tight around his cock I felt it swell and pulse. I saw his face contort and felt his hips rise up to meet my downward thrust. When he came inside me, I felt it. I felt his cum filling me! A smaller orgasm rose up inside me as he came and I joined him.

That night would be etched in my brain forever. That night was just the start of a marvelous new start to a life I was originally put on by a man I thought would love and cherish me forever. Now I knew my life was mine to control, this new way of life I was set upon was mine, and only mine, to control. A new taste and I knew.

That night opened my eyes to a realization I already knew: I really might be a sex maniac. I had been with men at the direction and arrangement of Ryan and began to desire it enough that it broke our marriage. But now, I have done it myself. I have found my own man and an amazing experience. And this was just the first night on the island. This first night wasn't finished, though. Not by a long shot. His cock remained inside me as I lay panting on his chest. Even beginning to soften and shrink, its length stayed inside. As I lay there, I flexed my pussy muscles around him. After several moments, I felt his cock twitch and swell. At first it was just a small movement, but soon it grew more.

He rolled us over. Even as his cock was stiffening, he began fucking into me. OH, GOD, YES! Thank you, Harold.

CHAPTER 2: ISLAND FUN -- THE COUPLE

I hadn't left Adam's room until mere hours before sunrise the next morning. Poor Adam would be exhausted on his travels back home, but it was a mutual desire for the night not to end for us. The hours with him was like a light switch that brought back the hotwife feelings Ryan had thought he wanted so much. When I finally was getting ready to leave his room, it occurred to me that my room was on the same wing of the resort. When I started putting my clothes on, he stopped me. He dared me to carry them to my room. He said it could be a last erotic remembrance of him. I had smiled and kissed him passionately. Move forward. It flashed through my mind, again. Those two words from Harold. They might change my life.

I FO*CED myself awake when my eyes registered the brightness of the outside world forcing its way through the small gap in the heavy curtains of the sliding doors to the patio. I didn't want to waste time at such a beautiful place in bed... I giggled at the thought... at least not in bed alone.

I ordered a light room-service breakfast and coffee. I took a quick shower, slipped into the short robe provided, and opened the sliding door to the patio as there was a knock at the door to the hall. As I walked to the door, I loosened the tie to provide more gap in the robe. Opening the door, I found a tall, very black man in white shorts and pull-over shirt emblazoned with the resort logo waiting with the tray. I smiled with nasty thoughts that brought a new tingle to my body. A tingle I desperately wanted to maintain and act on somehow.

I dropped the robe and took my breakfast out onto the small patio. Naked. Yes, it's a clothing optional resort but technically only at the pool and beach areas. I still felt brazen sitting outside with sunglasses on with wet hair that showed I was fresh from the shower as I sipped coffee and nibbled at toast and fresh fruit.

I was relieved when people strolling by looked and smiled. I smiled back. Another black resort service person did a double take at seeing me and changed course toward me. I nervously stayed as I was, keeping my hands filled with the coffee cup and resisting the temptation to use them to cover myself. I wondered if I was to receive some mild reprimand and clarification of the rules. Instead, the young man, who couldn't have been more than 20, walked to the edge of the patio and asked very professionally if there might be anything else I might need from the kitchen. All the while I watched, from behind the dark glasses, his reaction. His eyes scanned my entire body, though he was perhaps trying to be discrete, he failed miserably when I purposefully uncrossed legs and parted them to reach for the resort guide to ask a meaningless question about paddle boarding. His eyes became riveted on my open thighs and shaved pussy. I fought a smile straining to take over my face and asked a follow-up question to give him the chance to recover, which he managed... just barely.

I felt so wicked... and determined. As the young man walked away, glancing several times back to me before disappearing behind some plantings, I wondered what Harold had done at this resort. A smile formed on my face at the musing. He was old enough to be my father but the question was intriguing. I began wondering more about the man who had approached me as a concerned father figure.