MY Wife's Dark Secrets

Chapter 11

Jayden would have listened to me and politely stopped. But not this guy. No. I had created a thirst in this high-spirited young man that couldn’t be easily quenched with only words. I just had to hang on for the ride.

Denrique used his teeth to pull loose the knot at the nape of my neck and the top of my dress fluttered down like a silk curtain, revealing my t**s to him.

My arms weakly landed over my head then behind me, my fingers curling in his rich hair, caressing his strong jawline. Seeing myself in the mirror like that - naked and in the arms of a man who was definitely not my husband - was stupefying.

I turned in Denrique’s arms and now faced him. He lowered his handsome face to mine and our lips met. No tongue, just lips. The first kiss.

Stop Lina! You got a husband!

The second kiss was lengthy, our lips staying close, our breath mingling. He tasted of fragrance and sweat.

No! You can’t kiss him! You’re happily married!

The third kiss our tongues met in a powerful fusion. Totally open mouthed, unrepressed necking. His magical fingers reached around behind me and under the cleft of my ass. His smacked me for sometime. The man then found my p***y again, fingering me from behind, making me moan into my kiss with him.

Another climax was building. I couldn’t believe it.

I came out of the kiss gasping for air and looking into his eyes as my body jiggled and shook. This climax was a prolonged build and when it took me, it swept me up like an immense warm wave.

My body went culm but I had no fear of falling. Not in his powerful arms. Denrique confidently supported my full weight, still pinning me to his hard body, his long hard c**k squeezed between us.

That thing will split me in half! I realized. There was no way I could let this guy f**k me with that monster. No, I would have to blow him.

I took hold of the sides of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. His body did not disappoint. He was muscled and defined and meaty. I pressed my hard n*****s against his hard abs. What a joy to be with a man who felt and looked and behaved like a real man. Had I ever experienced this before?

His hands traveled down to my waist where my dress was bunched up. He returned the favor, pulling it up off my body and tossing it to the floor. Except for my panties, heels and diamonds, I was completely naked now. He still had his pants on though.

I reached down between us and grabbed hold of what felt like crowbar down there. I traced the outline through the fabric.

“Wow.”

“I take it I am bigger than you are normally used to?”

He was stating the obvious, of course but I didn’t want to go there. It didn’t seem right to crack humiliating jokes at my husband’s expense.

“Oh, you men.” I deflected. Then I took command. It was time. There was less than hour before we needed to relieve the babysitter. I had to get to work.

“Go. Sit.”

Denrique obeyed, releasing me from his embrace and casually making his way toward the bed. His back muscles alone were a turn on. The opposite of Jayden, whose back looked like a melting candle. Along the way Denrique loosened the samurai knot that held his hair up, letting it fall free to his muscled shoulders. The man was well built. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed. He still wore his caftan sweat pants, his thighs spread welcomingly apart, making a space for me to kneel between them.

I carefully checked the handle of the door, making sure it was locked then I looked at Denrique. He was sitting on the edge of the bed drinking in the sight of me. I saw myself in his eyes, topless in my high heels and panties, a married little nymph for his pleasure.

“Does it turn you on that I’m about to suck your d**k with my husband on the other side of this door?”

This time it was me who could read his mind. His eyes were flywheels of lust. The answer was most definitely yes. He really liked the fact that I was married. Ah, so this is how Amelia keeps it interesting for her rock star boyfriend.

An ambition stirred in me. That girlish competitive thing again. I wanted to make this the best blowjob of his entire life. Better than Amelia. Better than any other girl he ever had.

I took sultry steps toward Denrique, my eyes locked with his. My heels clicked across the floor. I felt like I was crossing another line tonight but this time without resistance, this time with willing, deliberate steps.

I stopped right in front of him and let his big hands wander up and down my curves. Then I tossed his hands aside and dipped to my knees.

With eager hands I undid the knot that held his sweat pants up and with a good tug brought the fabric down. A large dark boom swung out and struck me in the face. I startled, looking away a moment to recover and when I looked back, I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle my squeal.

His manhood sloped out at half-mast. He wasn’t hard but already he was enormous. The thing was easily the length of my elbow to my wrist.

“Oh my God!” I gasped and looked up at Denrique in wonder.

A passing thought flitted through my mind. I imagined Jayden outside with Amelia diligently rubbing her feet. His mind was probably desperate to know what his wife is up to alone with Denrique at this very moment. Kneeling naked at her feet in front of the biggest c**k she’s ever seen, that’s what!

That wicked thought made my p***y begin to actually drip down my inner thighs. Would it make Jayden proud that he could take credit for at least part of my arousal right now?

I reached out and put my hands on it. He had a “two hander” as Amelia would say. For a moment I regarded my engagement ring twinkling in the low romantic lighting of Denrique’s bedroom. I had never expected to be admiring it like this, massaging the girthy shaft of an obscenely huge c**k.

I moved my naked breasts toward him and brushed my n*****s with his c**k. I wanted him to feel just how turned on I was. It looked so profane, that huge c**k on my milky white breasts.

I tossed my hair away from my face. It was time to get to work. Even though I was a little intimidated because I had never sucked a c**k this big before I wasn’t going to let this young stud know that.

Moving my lips to his manhood, I decided to start at the bottom. I extended my tongue and licked his balls. They were huge too. He had a musky scent. A man scent. Taking my time, I brought my tongue up his shaft, leaving a trail of wetness. It was a long sensual journey to the top.

When I summited, I pulled back to look at my challenge once more. The head of his c**k stood before me like a mesmerizing cobra. The moment of truth had arrived.

I breathed in fiercely through my nostrils, opened wide and let that cobra pass through my lips and across my tongue. I heard Denrique moan. It was so gratifying to hear that low primal bellow. I had made him do that. This immense lug of a man was groaning because of little married me.

My mouth and my p***y salivated together as I started bobbing. Noises filled the room. Blowjob noises. My p***y was aching and I had to take my right hand away from the job of caressing his balls, dropping it down to touch my p***y. I moaned into his c**k. I was going to c*m.

I kept my ring finger on his shaft, working the lower part of it where my mouth couldn’t reach, hard as I tried. I knew Denrique got off on the fact that I was married. Maybe I couldn’t deep throat him but I could remind him that I’m a married mom. Use what you can.

He gathered my hair into a ponytail that he gripped in his hand. I feared he was going to get rough with me, like throw me onto the bed and shove his d**k into my p***y, so I doubled my efforts, trying to make him c*m. My spit dribbled down his shaft and lubricated the workings of my hand below, cupping and coaxing his massive balls. My p***y tingled magically from my own touch. Good lord, was I going to c*m again? From giving a blowjob?

Denrique pulled my hair, raising my lips up off his c**k.

“Mmm, no!” I pleaded. “I want.

Give it!” I couldn’t formulate a sentence. Just words. I opened and closed my mouth like a guppy fish.

He pushed me back down and I gratefully took his c**k deeper down my throat than any c**k had gone before. He hit the back of my throat. I gagged.

But I fought through my gagging reflex and allowed Denrique to go further. I couldn’t breath. Mercifully the stud brought me back up.

Saliva strands extended from my mouth to his c**k as I heaved for air, my t**s shaking. It was the most pornographic moment of my entire life. He was face f*****g me.

“More!” I grunted. And more he gave. Pushing me down again, his c**k penetrating my face and my beauty. I added my own momentum to the weight of his hand, this time anticipating my gag reflex, taking him even further. The base of his c**k was almost in sight.

He moaned and released my hair, gripping the bed sheets around him. I was off to the races. Up and down, slurping and sucking and grunting.

As stiff as that young c**k was I couldn’t believe it but the man got even harder. He was about to blow and so was I. But I sacrificed my pleasure and took my fingers off my own pulsating p***y to work his balls and shaft with hands. I coated him in my drool, feeling those glistening nuts tighten and moaning loudly as his whole c**k tightened.

Denrique spasmed. I spasmed. To my own shock and awe, I had an orgasm without even touching my p***y. I was experiencing a simultaneous orgasm with another man and this was my first time with this guy. Compare that to my husband, with whom I never had that experience even once.

Denrique shot a thick wad of c*m into my mouth. The back of my throat filled up, alarmingly fast. Suddenly another ejaculation filled my cheeks. The third spilled out my lips. He kept cumming. A jet blasted across the bridge of my nose and forehead before I descended on him again and swallowed his last few pumps.

Slowly I let him slip out. I fell back onto my hands, my chest heaving, my head dizzy.

Denrique took me in with dazed eyes. I must have been a sight. His copious c*m spilled down my chin and coated my cleavage in a shiny smear.

Then he collapsed back onto the bed moaning in pleasure.

Success. I had drained him. I had kept my p***y safe from that shaft. Jayden could at least find solace in that.