“Like that do we?” Marcus said in joyful tone.
I didn’t answer, I just wanted to please him, so he groped and slapped each of my boobs even more, alternating from one to the other. It made me cry out each time.
“Ah, so we both like it rough, do we?”
I could see the smile on his face, it excited him as he thrust more forcefully without letting up. I closed my eyes, and with no warning his large hand smacked my bottom really hard. It stung sooo much, again I whimpered out.
Marcus’ voice was a whisper.
“Call my name when you cum, I want to hear you cry out my name.”
“The bored wife at home cheating on her husband.”
“Is this the first time Angie?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“I’ll bet you’ve never been blacked before eh, sweetie?”
“No, I haven’t done it with a black guy before, you are my first Marcus.”
“Tell me, is this really the first time you’ve cheated?”
“Yes, this is the first time I have been unfaithful to my husband.”
I lied on both counts and Marcus kept pushing hard in to me. It was spurring him on, making him more determined and more forceful, wanting to impress me sexually. Oh my God, I was impressed with this gorgeous man, he’s amazing in bed. I could feel and hear as his balls slapped against my crotch, confirming I had his entire length deep in my pussy.
“Oooh nice, wifey acting like a little slut, getting laid, in the marital bed by a stranger.”
“Tell me, am I better than your husband love?”
“Yes,” I whispered, gasping as I did.
“I can’t hear you,” he said, even though we both knew he had.
“Yes you are, oh my God, yes, like so much better,” I cried out louder.
The dirty talk was really working on me, Marcus was turning me on so much, he would never guess I had a professional and, at times stressful career. All he could see was a dirty cheating wife, which I was, and I loved that. I wanted him to believe what he had assumed. I have no problem being called a slut LOL.
Marcus eased up a little, before he continued relentlessly yet again. He used both hands to massage my back and shoulders. It felt so nice as his hands rubbed my bottom. One hand slipped beneath me and worked very fast on my clit. Oh my gosh it drove me wild as he pushed into my pussy at the same time, his cock entering at different angles. I was squealing in delight. Then his hand smacked my bottom several times.
“You have a great ass love, that little rose bud looks incredibly tight, any chance of letting me….?”
“No, definitely not, no chance,” I said, I was fast and very firm this time.
There was no way I was going to submit to anal sex with that huge cock. I think I had reached my limit and on this occasion, I would not do everything Marcus asked for.
We had been having sex for what seemed like eternity, my pussy was getting sore, it felt stretched and loose, he had this incredible ability to delay his orgasm. I needed to rest, but I wasn’t going to stop him despite the fact my legs were shaking like jelly. I felt his sweaty body on my back, his skin was so soft and smooth.
I raised my head to see our reflection, oh my God, I looked a mess. I looked as if I had been taken by a group of men not by one. Marcus was sweating profusely, his face looked determined and focused. I closed my eyes tightly, keeping them closed, I relaxed and I was happy to let him use me.