Will my husband notice what I’m doing?
Every football game that allowed the gang to get together and scream, get drunk, and empty the entire kitchen of food made me insane, except for one thing…
Romeo.
Yeah, his name is actually Romeo. And despite how much I adore my husband and find him to be insanely attractive, Romeo catches my eye every single time. I don’t necessarily mind serving up some snacks for everyone every so often, especially when Romeo’s available for the last-minute party.
Another game was scheduled for the night and, not surprisingly, everyone was free. I didn’t have to work that day so I had plenty of time to come up with a menu of snacks. I bought everything that was needed and spent the day preparing — knowing that, if I got it all done now, I could likely spend a little time alone reading while they whooped and hollered about the players.
Everyone arrived, started their noise level at 10, and I walked the first round of snacks to the living room before heading off for a little time alone. As I set down the selection of chips, nacho cheese, salsas, guacamole, and various beers, I noticed Romeo looking at me more than usual. My husband smiled and gave me a “thank you” as I returned the smile, my eyes quickly returning to Romeo’s.
He winked at me. And that was all it took to feel my panties get soaked.
I excused myself quickly and went to the bedroom to get changed. My time alone, I’d decided, would be the hot tub and a new book I’d bought recently. I’d spent a good amount of time soaking in the tub when I heard what sounded like something breaking in the house. With an eye roll, I hopped up out of the hot tub and grabbed a towel, heading straight for the living room.
My husband, drunk as hell, was busy explaining to me how he’d broken three picture frames but it was going in one ear and out the other — so much of my skin was showing, my skin was glistening wet, and all of that had caught Romeo’s clear attention. He licked his delicious-looking lips as his eyes, openly and proudly, raked across every inch of me. I purposely allowed the towel to open a bit more, giving him a better view of my breasts trying to force their way out of the golden bikini top I was wearing. My nipples were hard and noticeable, having left the warmth of the hot tub for this nonsense.
“Just get it taken care of, please,” I asked my husband, who quickly agreed. A few of the buddies started to help, despite being drunk as well, and I headed off to the kitchen. Our open floor plan allowed me to keep an eye on my idiot partner while I went to get a drink.
I opened the fridge and stood there for a moment before bending down to select from a variety of bottled drinks when I suddenly felt a hard cock rubbing against my ass. I sighed.
“Now is not the time, I thought you were going to clean up the mess you made. What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, baby, I thought maybe you’d like a quick taste.”
That wasn’t my husband’s voice — that was Romeo. I was feeling his cock on my heavily exposed ass in its tiny little bikini bottom.
I stood quickly and turned to face him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry, Romeo. I didn’t mean to be so rude…”
He smirked and cocked his head, “So, it was all right?”
Goddamn right it was, I thought to myself. I glanced at my husband, who seemed to be returning his attention to the game, and you know what? Fuck it.
I leaped right into Romeo’s arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him passionately. His hands grasped my ass firmly as he returned the ferocity of my kissing with equal fire. Before I knew it, he’d dropped me to my feet and moved me to bend over the counter. With a quickness, he slid my bottoms to the side and slid a finger up and down my dripping slit.
I wanted to beg him to fuck me but I didn’t have to — before I knew it, that hard cock I’d felt teasing me was sliding into me with ease. His length took forever to sink all the way in but holy fuck, I felt fuller than I ever had in my entire life. As I listened to my husband not that far away from us I couldn’t help but feel my pussy slicken even more, knowing I could be busted any moment — but I didn’t give a fuck. Romeo’s cock was so fucking perfect, all I wanted to care about was how hard I was gonna cum for him.
“Hard,” I whispered to Romeo. “Fuck me, make me cum, hurry the fuck up!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Romeo replied before grasping my hips and pistoning into me as fast as a fucking machine. My insides felt abused, assaulted, swollen, and sore as fuck, but I never wanted it to stop. He pounded me like I’d pissed him off and right at that very moment, I needed that kind of intensity. Years and years of sexual tension were being released at this moment and I fucking needed to feel it. I needed to feel every single goddamn inch of his cock wrecking my insides until I felt I might fall over.
I reached my hand down to my clit and rubbed up and down in a gentle motion, knowing lighter touches always get me off harder — and I wanted my orgasm to fuck his world up just as much as it would mine. The pounding he was giving me coupled with the gentle love I was giving my clit was enough to bring me closer to my climax much more quickly than I was used to. The peak started to hit and I wanted to cry out — Romeo must have sensed it, as he reached his hand around and covered my mouth. He bent down and whispered, “No noise, baby, but you cum hard all over this dick. All the fuck over it. You know you want to.”
That set me off. I was cumming so fucking hard.
My pussy clenched around his cock as a hard orgasm took over my entire fucking soul. Romeo’s hands gripped my hips harder as my walls tried to clamp him in place — the pressure of my pussy forcing him closer to his release.
In a choked voice, I heard him say, “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum all in that pussy.”
“Fucking yes!” I whispered. “Fucking DO IT!”
He groaned just as the others cheered at whatever had just happened on TV and I felt spurt after spurt of his thick, warm load shooting inside me. I sighed in complete relief, his fluids coating and soothing the soreness his cock had left behind as a beautiful aftermath of our quick fuck. In record time, we readjusted and put ourselves in more respectable-looking ways before my husband unexpectedly turned around.
“ROMEO, BRO, DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?”
“I saw some shit man, it was fuckin’ beautiful,” Romeo confirmed, slipping a wink at me as soon as my husband turned away.
I blushed, feeling his cum still slowly drip out of me, making my clit throb for more action. Maybe my husband could have used a few more beers after all…
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