I was laying on the king-sized bed in Mark’s suite, all worked up from our sexy email exchanges leading up to this appointment. I knew he was good looking, married to a woman who, having reached her mid-50’s had lost interest in sex and told him that it hurt and stopped him when he did convince her to let him try. He said he’d “cheated” with a co-worker and they’d fucked after work one night, and then again soon after, but that she was married and he didn’t want to screw up two marriages. Also Mark’s married co-worker said to him that she felt it had been a mistake, and needed to break things off sexually and romantically. When Mark said he understood, she’d read his face, and thought she might have given him the wrong impression when she said it was a mistake.
“Mark, I don’t want to mislead you – when I said mistake, it wasn’t because it wasn’t great – it was because it was too great, and I just needed something extra but sex with you, Wow! A couple more times and I’m not sure I could have gone back to my husband. I’ll always be thinking of you when I’m playing with my Hitachi from now on.”
Mark chuckled when he said, “so that was nice to hear and I hope you’ll play out that fantasy with me, Dolly, about being so good I can steal another man’s smoking hot wife.”
“Oh I can make that fantasy seem very real,” I told Mark, starting to feel all gooey between my legs in anticipation of what he might be able to make me feel.
And now I was soon to experience what a wife-stealing cock he was packing! How fortunate his references checked out from the first couple times he’d decided that a professional paid provider would be more to his liking that an affair with real names. He still loved his wife, he just missed sex. I’ve got a lot of friends like that – maybe some of you reading this can relate? *Wink!
Mark finally returned from the shower. Just a towel around his waist, and he really looked for all the world like how I just might design a lover—provided that the design was the version with body hair. He wasn’t gross hairy, but my thought was “throwback” in this day and age of body waxing and manscaping. But strong, virile, muscular, thick but not fat. And a cock proportional to the rest of his impressive body.
As he approached, he smiled and as I felt my heart pound, I remembered that Mark had a specific fantasy that I wanted to help him experience. God, do I have a great job or what? Getting into role for Mark, for him to experience if he actually had stolen the sexy married co-worker, seemed really exciting. Truth is I don’t do a ton of role play, but this seemed naughty, sexy, and I had expectations of a really good fucking I’d get to enjoy. All that and a generously funded gift envelope too? Thank you!
My breathing was rapid, and heavy, and I gasped, “Oh, Mark, I can’t believe any of this is actually, finally happening!” My juices were already flowing out from my hyper-excited sex. Role play or not, I couldn’t wait for this stud of a man to walk to the bed and make me his. “Come to me, Mark, I need for my husband’s boss to mount me in my husband’s bed”. I bit my lip, and began rummaging around my inflamed fleshy pussy lips and clit with my skilled slender fingers. Oh God, the bad girl in me was taking control, I’d ad-libbed the husband’s boss thing, I was delirious, not myself, but apparently my off-script change to the story line met with approval, Mark’s cock twitched under the towel.
As he got to the foot of the bed, I kept going. “Oh my God, Mark, the reality is finally here! We are finally going to fuck each other”.
“Yes.” Mark said, dropping his towel.
“Well HELLO there, so pleased to meet you.” I replied while looking at Mark’s fine example of male cockhood. Again, I bit my lip.
“You look so sexy.” Mark continued.
“Thank you,” I smiled, and in the finest tradition of method acting and making it feel real, mostly because I was legitimately totally turned on, I was blushing deeply. “I’m naked for you and you aren’t my husband. I hope you fuck me like he can’t anymore.”
My eyes drank him in. I love so many types of men, and this was definitely one of the types. I immediately noticed how muscular his large frame was, how hairy his chest and arms were. He looked like a lumberjack. I loved the anticipation.
My eyes grew wide as they continued down to where he’d worn denim when he arrived, but those jeans were still in the bathroom so now, his towel having dropped, Mark’s impressive cock flopping upright, completely erect, and completely dominant in its size. “Fuck, lover, I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life”.
He smiled. We were in synch with each other. I smiled back. Then Mark smiled as he took me in his sights. Seated, legs extended, my erect back posture accentuating my enhanced MILF breasts, my toned flat tummy, not physique contestant ripped but athletically toned, no tan lines, my skin aglow and smooth everywhere. My runner sexy legs, often described as my best feature in tandem with my fine ass, though my blue eyes, glimmering smile, long blonde hair, and fitness model sexy shoulders, arms and upper back all have fan clubs as well. His big dick bobbed again.
“I never lost hope that we’d fuck, Dolly, since the first time we worked together.” He replied, grabbing his member when he said together. He seemed to be back on the co-worker plot line he’d described and partly lived out. I was thinking along the lines of a GPS, “Recalculating…” when he spoke again.
“Getting your husband to take a position directly under me was genius, Dolly, now I can send him out of town so you and I can fuck!, And tonight you’ll be directly under me, too…”
He smirked. We were still on the same script. Loved it!
I bit my lip again, hoping I wasn’t overdoing that gesture Mark had said was so cute when his briefly sexed co-worker lover did it. “Oh, you can believe it, and then I want to be on top of you, have you behind me, I want you everywhere with me lover, you and that cock you’ve been keeping from me.”
Mark then walked over to the side of the bed, cock bouncing as he strode. I instinctively shuffled towards the side, looking up at him with naughty eyes. “I can’t believe how badly you make me want to please you, to submit to you”.
Okay, this demure somewhat submissive role was a foreign sexual role for me, but I can adapt to playing the cheating wife. Years ago, that’s exactly what I’d been for a time, before I got my most recent divorce. So as I thought about it, part of my freedom is what allowed me to role play as a submissive adulteress cuckolding a clueless husband with his boss.
“I’ve been thinking about this monster all day.” I said as I reached up to touch him.
“It’s been thinking about you as well.” Mark replied, smiling. “I love how fast this cock has tamed you”. His ego was swelling with desire as I stroked Mark’s cock. Suddenly, I shifted up onto my knees, and began passionately kissing and licking along his length.
“Mark, my God, I can’t believe how much more of a man you are than my husband, physically. You’re so large, your stature and dear Lord yes, your hard, huge manhood. I’ve never felt like more of a woman than I do here with you, now, right now, being here giving myself to you.” I planted more licks, tongue swipes and kisses along the heavy shaft of this obviously virile man.
Suddenly, Mark grabbed my shoulders forcefully, and placed me back on the bed. He mounted me and shuffled between my now spread, waiting legs, and then he placed his beautiful organ so close to my inflamed womanhood. He then leaned down and kissed me as he revealed the condom he’d held concealed in his hand, and opened the foil to suit up for sex.
That kiss! It was an explosion for both of us. A naughty, taboo, explosion, faux as it may have been as far as the role play was concerned. But there was nothing faux about his body, his cock, his desire to fuck me or my readiness to give my body to him. His lips engulfed mine, soft and delicate, yet powerful. Our tongues met, and my entire body was suddenly electrically charged. I instinctively raised my pelvis, touching my now-soaking clit against the underside of his shaft. Real world, fantasy world, any world, I just didn’t care about anything else in the world at that moment.
“I need you inside me.” The words escaped my lips between our hot lusty kisses. “Please fuck me Mark.”
The rush of confidence and ego was hard to describe for Mark. He looked down as he began to slowly stuff his cock into me. “Time for you to fuck your employee’s willing wife” I hissed at him.
“Oh fuck Dolly, getting him out of town, owning you like I do now, I can tell you find me so dominant, so powerful, compared to him” Oh boy, Mark was enjoying this, he was intoxicated by the moment. So was I!
“I’ve always loved Dennis, and was satisfied with his manhood in our marital bedroom. But now you’re here, taking what was his, claiming me, and you’re just moments away from conquering another man’s wife. The man who works for you, you own him as much as you own me. I know you are about to take me to a place that my husband can never hope to reach”. And Mark began to do just that….
“Ohhh!” “Oh god!” I couldn’t believe the sensation I was experiencing as his condom covered cock head breached my sex. I didn’t need to act, I was nearly delirious as I spread my legs for this man.
“Oh God Mark, I’m a married woman, but here I am gazing at my husband’s boss stuffing his huge cock into me! I never want it to be anyone else but you!”
I was aroused script or no script to see his thickness push into me, causing an explosion of pleasure with every thrust. “Ooof! You’re stretching me so wide it almost hurt, but just for a second and then the discomfort just gives way to a deep satisfaction”
He was grinning down at me, and then he nodded, and I understood. He wanted more of what my voice was giving him to go with the pleasure my body was giving him.
“Mark, mmmm! You’re so fucking biggg!” I screamed as I clutched into his hairy arms. my nails clawed into his big biceps as he continued to slowly claim my “married” pussy.
(See Daddy! Told you those two semesters of drama workshops in college weren’t a waste of time!)
Now Mark spoke, fully engorged and feeling like the King of the domain. “God you look fucking hot Dolly. Just relax and take it. Take it baby, Take me into you, so fucking tight, making my cock feel so amazing.” Mark grunted as he continued to work himself into me. A moment later he had stuffed his entire cock into my pussy, and he immediately (and correctly) sensed that I was on the verge of losing control. He looked down at my D-cup tits, my now glistening with sex-sweat body, tensing and heaving, basically I was a five foot seven, hundred twenty-five pound sex machine cock receptacle. And proud of it. With dirty fantasies to be shared with this hot man inside me.
“I can’t believe that I’m the one fucking you, making your sexy tits bounce. I love how your face, while we’re fucking, its,…you just look like a sexual goddess, keep staring into my eyes while my dick makes itself at home in your married body”.
Suddenly, I wondered, should I have done this fantasy? Was this making me feel too attached to Mark? This was hot, but I was following his words, and my own, and I could swear this was better than most Dolly dates. That I FELT like this for real, that I was experiencing something profound.
I closed my eyes and cried out in ecstasy. I got my control back, after all, I’m Dolly! My focus locked in on the rugged man that was giving me this feeling. “He deserves what I can give him, let’s earn the A+” I thought to myself.
“Oh, God, Mark, I never knew I could feel this way. Oh my, who knew sex could feel so absolutely divine. Oh my God, you’re splitting and stretching my pussy to an absolute limit, so much more full than it has ever been with my husband”
And seriously, this man could fuck, I completely get why his co-worker got scared it was going to be too good — Mark was causing pleasure to explode outwards from what must have been previously uncharted nerve endings deep inside of me. My firing synapses were brewing to form something that for a lesser sexual being would be life altering, and even for me, still completely a memory to last a lifetime. “Fuck, yes, Mark, I can feel it growing, every stroke of your cock, I love that you’re stuffing your cock into my married pussy, the pussy of the man who works for you, stealing my lust forever…”I may have been going off target again at that time, what with the rumblings of an incomprehensible orgasm starting to formulate. Suddenly my mouth was open in shock, and my nails clawed into Mark’s arms so deeply that I later wondered how I didn’t draw blood.
Mark’s ego exploded as I did, and Mark watched his “employee’s wife” cum hard on his cock. He knew immediately that it was great, in the real world, role play be damned. He was right. It was. So maybe I embellished a bit –thought not too much, when I gasped that I had never had an orgasm even close to as powerful as the one that he was giving me.
And then it became multiple! Oh fuck, the pleasure crashed over me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head beneath my shut lids, my toned athletic legs flailed in spasm, and then locked against Mark’s muscular back.
“Oh- Ohh- Ohhh! Oh god- Oh god- Oh god! I’m cumminggg!!! Mark! You’re making me cummm!!!”
Mark smiled in delight as he watched my sexy, MILFy athletic but feminine seductive body convulse beneath him. He continued to thrust in and out of me in an attempt to extract every possible ounce of pleasure out of my gushing eruption. He looked down at our colliding sexes, my lips clinging to his shaft as he pulled out, and greedily pulling him back inside of me as he thrust inwards. His cock was coated in an unbelievable amount of my womanly cream. Even I was amazed and wondered how long since I’d creamed this much?
I finally regained control of my limbs, panting deeply, the intense waves of pleasure finally beginning to subside after seemingly an eternity in powerful orgasm. I opened my eyes again, and saw Mark smiling at me.
“Are you okay?” He offered.
I had to blink my vision back into focus. “I’ve never been more okay.”
We kissed deeply. You really can’t fake kissing. I might not have been his married subordinate’s wife leaving a marriage to be Mark’s woman forever, but we’d shared an amazing fuck and I hoped like hell he’d want to get together again. And again.
“Are you ready for more?” Mark replied, kissing me back, and then sucking at my hard, erect nipples.
“Yes please, don’t ever stop, I’m yours now, you can do me anywhere, anytime.” I smiled with submissive enthusiasm.
Okay, now a mature man like Mark was hard again so quickly, that’s a Viagra man, had to be. Wait, had he cum? Must have, he went to get another condom, disposing the old one in the bathroom and returned as he rolled the next one on. I was too well fucked to argue that I wished he’d let me do that for him.
Mark slowly began pumping into me again, this time I felt even more passion between us. We kissed deeply, tongues swirling in lust.
“God, Mark now that I know what you can do to me, I can’t ever go back….”
“I know, Dolly, I’m not letting you go back, you’re mine now”, and we kissed again, wild “extramarital sex”.
“So hot, lover, what you’ve done to me here, beneath the roof of the home I share with my husband”. I’m dedicated to staying in character, unless I’m just too far gone in an orgasm to remember that I’m doing role play and not just having amazing sex.
“Oh Mark, you’re so much bigger, better, stronger, better at fucking me than Dennis.”
I was so glad Mark had given me the name of his co-worker’s husband to use for the role play. I love realism. And truth be told, I expected from his story that everything I’d just said was flat our true. I continued.
“I love my husband, I guess I always will, but I’ve married a man with no hope of giving me this kind of sexual pleasure. And now, to have his boss’s beautiful cock ravaging me, making me squeal in delight, oh, f-f-f-uck this is so good…..”
“Time for you to submit to me, Dolly”
Easy enough to obey that suggestion, for the rest of the night, anyway, this was awesome. I looked up at Mark, at his hairy and muscled body, his masculine features. I looked down at his mature cock, still powerfully pumping in and out of me, making my pussy stretch and cream in pleasure. He deserved to know how godly he was, the hell with role play, Mark in the here and now deserved the ego stroke, the arousal, of hearing me praise him. “Mark, you are such better a lover than Dennis, I only want you to fuck me now, today, tomorrow, always.” His grin told me that I’d hit pay dirt with what he wanted from this fantasy.
Again I bit my lip, and looked up at Mark, grabbing his arms. Made sure my voice was sultry.
“You’re so much bigger than my husband.” In that moment Mark learned that there was nothing hotter than hearing a married woman tell you that you are bigger than her husband. The eroticism of our fantasy was driven home a moment later when I said, “This is so taboo that I’m fucking my husband’s boss in my marital bed.
Mark must have felt like a conqueror, and he thrust into me with fury, grunting, “I love having you… I’m never gonna get enough of this pussy.” He grit his teeth as he picked up pace. I felt his large balls begin to slap against the rear of my ass. That perverse slapping noise began to fill the room along with my moans.
“Ohhh! Oh god Mark! You’re so good!” I wrapped my arms around his large frame and submitted to his dominating thrusts. “I never want you to stop. Ever”.
Mark was getting close. He had enjoyed some great sex over the course of his life, but this bout with me was clearly the best he’d ever had. He’d told me about the co-worker, that she was beautiful, and active, and impossibly naughty. Wasn’t I all of that, and no guilt, and no regret, and saying everything his cock, er, his ego I meant, wanted to hear? He looked down into my eyes as his orgasm began to brew.
I was moaning from his bombardment, no faking needed. I loved the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against my rear, loved the explosion of pleasure emanating out from my pussy as he made me his, on some level of reality anyway, certainly for the night I was. “Oh fuck! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Mark! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I looked up into his eyes, I wasn’t the fantasy co-worker or subordinate’s wife any more, it was me, Dolly, submitting to him. I could feel his shaft begin to grow even wider, and even though I knew he was wearing a condom, I wanted him to cum inside of me, to imagine he was staking his claim me as I submitted. “You- You fuck- Oh! You fuck me so- Oh God Mark! You fuck me so much better than anyone ever!!” Okay, that last part might have been poetic license. Sometimes you just gotta go with it.
Mark roared as he felt his balls erupt, his shaft engorging as he unloaded into the latex cum catcher. I felt him pulse through that thin membrane while his cock was in my womb, and he knew I wished that I could receive every drop of him. The look of bliss on his face let me know that I’d satisfied the man on a primal level.
I clawed into his back as I screamed, creaming all over Mark’s supreme cock yet again.
Finally, it was quiet. After the delirious glow of our faux taboo mating subsided, we laid together in Mark’s hotel room bed, kissing each other. I gently caressed his length, speaking softly, sarcastically in a naughty voice in character.
“So you bossed my husband around at work, and then you came home and bossed my pussy around.” I looked up at him with a teasing eye. “I bet you feel awfully satisfied.”
Mark smirked, patting my ass, “Well, I am the boss. And I need to thank you, Dolly, I wasn’t really her boss, and her husband didn’t work at our company, I didn’t know him, but this was so dirty, the way you took my idea and stretched it.”
“Like you stretched my pussy, Mark.”
I kissed him again, and then rolled on top of him, his now stiffening cock resting between the crack of my jealous, yet to be fucked ass. “I want you again.” I whispered.
We fucked for another two hours, and I lost track of how many times I experienced powerful orgasms. We soon agreed that this wouldn’t be the last time we had each other. I love having great regulars in fun cities. (No, I didn’t tell you what city. That’s our secret, me and Mark.)
I finished up the fantasy the next day as I left his suite, well fucked, tired, and tingling though sore. “Mark, what you didn’t realize, was that my iPhone camera was facing the bed and it was on facetime with Dennis, I just realized, so he witnessed everything you did to me, and he knows how much better than him you are. And he just heard me say that, too”.
Mark smiled and this time, he bit his lip. He told me he was glad his colleague had broken off their brief affair, that if she hadn’t, he never would have decided to meet me.
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!