‘Let me see you how you lookin tonight shawty.’
I’ve read the text over a hundred times by now as if it wasn’t something I expected. I know Fred was getting a little too friendly with me, and I allowed him to respond with blushes when he flirted with me. I was in the bathroom with the lights turned off.
So, I had to take a selfie with the flash on. I looked at the pic for a while and thought maybe it was too seductive. But the whole point of the outfit was to seduce my husband. Paul has been quite busy these days, especially after he got the promotion he wanted so much.
But I thought he would want to celebrate the day with me and make our second anniversary a special day to remember, only for some ‘urgent work’ to come up. He probably won’t even be able to come home tonight. So I already had 2 glasses of wine.
I forget about my husband again and stare at the selfie I took for another time. That red satin babydoll really looked great on me and perfectly showcased my firm melons. I realised there was no way for me to take a pic that didn’t make me look like I was trying to be seductive on purpose.
“I really don’t have to seduce someone. I’m already sexy enough. God, I hate my life.” I tell myself, and my thoughts go back to my husband again. My parents never agreed to this marriage, “We sent you to the U.S. for your master’s degree, not to marry an American,” they kept telling me.
They even went ahead and tried to arrange a marriage with some doctor back in India. But I really loved Paul and somehow ended up convincing my parents. I still love Paul, but it’s just that he’s been ignoring me a lot after the promotion.
As a journalist, I’ve had sleepless nights for work, too, but I’ve never ignored him. At 26 years of age, I’ve never been more hornier in my whole life like this.
“I’m hoping you’re going to send something special, Ananya, because you’re taking a long time.”
Fred texts me again with a winking emoji this time. I took the wine bottle with me to the bathroom just in case I needed it, and I did. So I take a few gulps and say to myself, “This is a special dress, and I look hot as hell, so I deserve some compliments.”
I deleted the old selfie and took another one. Only when I look at it do I realise that my eyes are literally screaming, “Fuck me,” and my tongue is stuck out as well. “Don’t look at it too long, or you will delete it.” It was clearly the wine talking, but I sent it anyway.
“Goddamn baby, you just made someone stand up,” he replied with an eggplant emoji. My mind immediately shifted to think about how long his black dick would be. I didn’t know what to reply, and I just noticed my erect nipples can be seen in the pic as well.
“What you doing tonight?” he texts again.
“It’s my anniversary, you know,” I reply.
“Damn, your hubby is going to have the best night of his life,” he texts back.
“He’s got work. Won’t even come home tonight,” I reply.
“That sucks. How could he let a sexy babe like you sleep alone on a special night,” Fred says. I keep thinking about what to reply, and he sends another text.
“Can you come over? We’ll order some pizza, do NOTHING ELSE, and go to sleep in different rooms?” with a winking emoji and devil-smiling emoji. I knew what he meant.
“Nothing else?” I text back with a sad emoji.
“I skipped cardio today. Maybe you can help me with that?” he replies.
“What a coincidence, I skipped cardio today, too,” I reply.
“So you’re coming over then?” he asks.
“You bet,” I reply and call my husband. I expected it to go to voicemail, but he picked up.
“Hey, honey, I’m sorry to disturb your work. But can I spend the night at a friend’s house if you’re not coming home tonight? She’s been asking me to come over for weeks,” I ask.
“Yes, of course, I can’t come home tonight. I’m really sorry to disappoint you on our anniversary,” he replied. His tone suggested he was in a hurry and wanted to hang up as soon as possible.
“It’s alright. We’ll spend time together when you’re free,” I reply, and I hang up. I go outside into the dressing room and open my dresser. I picked a red velvet dress that would end right above my knees. I remove the baby doll, put on a black lace bra and decide to ignore panties and put on the dress.
As I keep admiring my curves in the tight dress in front of the mirror, my mind wanders back to a memory. It was during Asha’s birthday party. Her house was huge, all thanks to her rich dad. We were quite drunk and playing truth or dare on the rooftop.
Someone dared Fred to kiss me, but we both said no, as I am married. We were welcomed with loud boos, but eventually, everyone moved on. When everyone started leaving, Fred came to me and sat beside me on the couch.
“I wouldn’t have said no if you wanted to,” I said.
“What if I want it now?” he asks and puts an arm on my thigh, right at the end of my skirt, but not lifting it. I didn’t want to do it, but our heads were leaning forward like we were the opposites of a magnet, and our lips met. We kissed for what felt like an eternity. When we broke the kiss, we were both out of breath.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I told him.
“It’s okay, I liked it,” he said.
“So did I, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. I’m drunk. I don’t want to give you any ideas.” I said.
“No judgment from me, don’t worry. I won’t even mention it,” he said.
I come back to earth when the Uber driver announces we’ve reached the destination, Fred’s apartment. I feel like a slut as I get out of the car. I’ve always looked down on people who even flirt with others when in a relationship.
But look at me now. Drunk, wearing a skimpy dress, and outside the door of a man who very clearly wants to hit it on my wedding anniversary.
“Come in,” Fred says. He immediately opened the door after I rang the bell. He closes the door. His house is quite huge. I turn back to talk to him and catch him looking at my ass. I smile, and he returns the smile. He is taller than me. I don’t know if it’s the drinks, but he feels like a tower in front of me.
“It’s a bit heartbreaking that you’re not in the same dress,” he says. We both laugh. “Why, what’s wrong with this dress?” I ask. He puts both his arms on my waist and pulls me closer. I’m wet, just like that.
“Nothing, you’d look hot in any dress,” he says.
“Thanks,” I reply and pull myself away from him. “I need a drink,” I tell him. He walks to the kitchen and takes a Jack Daniel’s bottle out. I take that bottle from him and take a few gulps as he looks at me like I’m walking on water. I put the bottle down and put my arms around his head.
I bring his lips closer to mine, and we kiss. He is not a tower, after all, only a few inches taller than me. He grabs my left thigh, lifts the leg and holds it next to his waist. He pulls my dress up to my waist to reveal my left ass cheek and gives it a tight squeeze before spanking it.
I moaned inside his mouth as we kept kissing, with tongue now. We were basically licking and eating each other’s mouths. I felt his dick getting hard and pressing against my belly. I’ve felt this every time we hug. I’ve always loved the feeling of that monstrous cock grinding against me each time we hugged.
He was never once ashamed to get an erection when we hugged, I’ve always known he wanted to fuck me, and I’ve always wanted a black cock. He lifts my dress completely to my waist and squeezes both my ass cheeks. He lifts me and makes me sit on the slab right beside the sink.
I bit my lower lip when he rubbed my pussy with his thumb. He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall. His cock is about to tear the underwear. It was a delicious sight. I wanted to kneel, and I wanted to kiss it, lick it, take it deep in my mouth.
I wanted to worship his dick so bad. But I didn’t want him to let him know how down bad I was. He slightly choked me with his left hand and kissed my lips for a while before he got down on his knees and spread my legs wide. He slowly kissed my pussy lips.
He kept rubbing my pussy with one hand while his tongue went deeper inside me, exploring and eating me out like a madman. I held onto his hair and moaned loudly. He went on and on till my body started quivering, and I climaxed.
He stood up and kissed my lips, letting me taste the cum that was on his lips. “Get on your knees like the slut you are,” he whispered into my ears in his deep voice. It immediately sent chills down my spine and made me wetter than I already was. I got off the slab and knelt in front of him.
He put his thick long dick on my face and slapped me a couple of times with it.
“Is that bigger than your husband’s?” he asked with a grin. “Of course, his tiny dick can never be compared to yours” I replied. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if it was my actual thought, but I didn’t care.
I held his dick with my hand. It was so thick it felt like a hot iron rod. I kissed the tip and sucked on it for a while. Pre cum oozed into my mouth. I swallowed it as I kept sucking. The tip was barely 20% of the whole thing. I kept trying to take the whole thing, but I could only take half of it in my mouth.
He held my hair and said, “Take a deep breath.” I knew what was going to happen, but I didn’t know if I was ready for it. He pushed his dick deep into my mouth and kept going till the whole thing was inside of my throat. I was already gagged, but he kept his dick in my throat for a while before he took it out.
It felt like I was pulled out of an ocean. That’s how out of breath I was. “Come here,” he said and held my hair tighter this time. He didn’t push the whole thing inside of me, but he started fucking my mouth this time. He didn’t give a flying fuck about my throat, he was completely ruthless, and I was loving it.
When he was done with my mouth, I was exhausted. I leaned forward and held onto his legs while I was catching my breath. But he was in no mood for letting me relax. He lifted me and carried me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and I obeyed. I rested my legs on his shoulders after he climbed on the bed. He slapped my pussy with his big black dick and kept rubbing the tip on it. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter as he kept teasing me.
“Please fuck me, baby, fucking pound my pussy with that thick black cock. I’ve been waiting for this so long,” I begged. He grinned and choked me as he slowly slid the tip into my pussy. I moaned so fucking loudly. That was the thickest dick I’ve ever had in my whole life.
“Please, the whole thing, please. I wanna feel that monster inside me,” I begged him again while he slowly kept thrusting his dick inside me. The whole thing was not inside of me yet, but still, I was moaning wildly.
“You need the whole thing, huh?” he asked me.
“Yes baby, please, I desperately need it.”
His grip on my neck grew tighter as he pushed the whole thing inside my pussy. I moaned loudly, but he didn’t care. He started pounding my pussy like a wild animal. He kept going on and on while my moans grew louder and louder. My stomach and legs started shaking.
I cum all over his dick while he still kept fucking me. He leaned over on me, kissed my neck, and slowed down a bit.
“Has your husband ever made you cum this quickly?” he whispered into my ears.
“No, of course not. Your dick is the best I have ever had,” I replied.
“Will you be able to be satisfied with your husband again?” he asked and started fucking me a bit faster.
“No, his tiny dick could never satisfy me again. I will keep thinking about you and your monstrous dick all the time. Only you can satisfy my pussy,” I said.
“I own that pussy don’t I?” he whispered into my ears in a deep voice which made me lose my mind.
“Yes, Daddy, it’s your pussy. You can fuck it whenever you want,” I replied. It drove him mad, and he started fucking me wildly again. It only took him 5 minutes to make me cum over his dick again.
He pulled it out, moved beside me and put his dick on my face. His dick was covered with my juices, and I started licking it like a popsicle.
“See how much you cum for me? Lick it all like the fucking whore you are,” he said and squeezed my boobs while I kept sucking on his dick. “Flip around and bend over for me,” he ordered, and I obeyed. He spanked my ass repeatedly for a while.
“You’re my good little slut aren’t you?” he asked as he slid his dick inside me.
“Yes, Daddy, please rail me harder. I wanna cum for you again and again,” I said and started moaning as he started fucking me wildly. I couldn’t even last 5 minutes this time because doggy style is my favourite position. He held my hair and brought my head closer to his while his dick was still in me.
“This isn’t enough for your slutty pussy, is it? You want Daddy to make you cum again?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy, please. Please rail me so hard that I forget about every other dick that has been inside of me,” I told him. He pinned my head down the head and started railing me so hard. For every thrust, his whole dick went inside of me. I bit on the bed sheet to stop myself from moaning so loudly.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he said and spanked my ass while he kept railing me.
“To you, Daddy, you own me. I’m your fucktoy,” I replied.
“You would take my cum inside you like a good fucktoy won’t you?” he asked.
I knew he was closer. His dick was throbbing inside of me.
“Yes, Daddy, please fill me up. I want to feel the warmth of your cum inside me, Daddy,” I told him. His dick was pulsating while he filled me up. The throbbing and twitching of his dick and his thick warm load filling me up made me moan so loudly.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for railing me so hard and filling me up,” I said as his thrusts started slowing down.
“Come here, clean my dick up,” he said. I turned around to face him and licked the cum off his dick. He choked me and kissed my forehead.
“You’ve been a good slut today. To reward you, I’m going to keep fucking that pussy every week,” he said.
I smiled and replied, “Thank you, Daddy, that’s what I want. I’m all yours.” We kept kissing for a while.
“Do you want to take a shower? And fuck while we’re at it?” he asked.
“Sounds great,” I replied.
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