I'd been talking with my sexy wife Carla (name changed to protect the so-far innocent) about my cuckold fantasies for years, and she'd always said she couldn't imagine ever doing anything about it. Both because she wasn't wired like that, and because of the chance she'd be discovered and she wouldn't want anyone to know. Also, my fantasies center on her cuckolding me with another guy for reasons of size - in the fantasies, she absolutely loves it big and will do anything for the man who can give that to her. In real life, Carla hadn't been with any bigger guys and said, convincingly, it didn't really interest her.
Occasionally, Carla would let me know that it might be a fun night for me to talk about my fantasy while we had sex, just for the fun of it and because she knew how hot it got me. But other than that, she didn't show any interest. Or at least I thought....until one night when she tearfully confessed something that she had done months earlier....
She started out by saying that she really hadn't been interested in size or sleeping around, but that I had brought it up so much, and talked about the fantasies so much that at some point, a little curiosity developed. That's what she said it was at first - not a turn-on or desire, but just a curiosity. Both about the hotwife aspect as well as what it might be like to have sex with a much bigger guy.
So, she said, she had followed my suggestion (although without telling me), and set up an anonymous profile on an adult dating site. She hadn't wanted to tell me because she was nervous about it and wanted to take her time without me knowing everything. She had posted a couple of self-pics of her amazing body in bra and panties, with her face turned so that she couldn't be recognized. She said she'd been upfront in her profile that her husband (me) was encouraging her to chat online with bigger guys and that she was only doing this at my request. She said she almost immediately shut down her account because she felt so weird about it, but that she decided to leave it up for a day. She remembered that when she logged out before I got home, then we had dinner and sat on the couch that night, she said her mind was racing wondering what kind of guys were looking at her and whether she was getting any messages.
She said she couldn't sleep that night from curiosity and while I was sleeping, she got up and checked her computer to see if there was any activity. She said she was overwhelmed, there were at least 20 emails, winks and invites from guys who desperately wanted to meet her. She said most sent her pictures of their dicks to prove they were big, and she said that although she felt a little disgusted, she couldn't believe the size of a few of them, and that it turned on her on a little to think that some guy somewhere with a dick that big was getting hard and excited by her pictures. So she replied to a few of them, just 'thanks' and 'hi' that kind of thing. She said the personalities of the overwhelming majority of them were either scary or off-putting in some way. But, she said, there were a couple of the bigger ones that just seemed very confident and at ease, as if they were just saying 'hey, if you ever want to experiment, I'm here,' and not desperately coming on to her. She liked that, and to her surprise, starting emailing with them.
She said that although she wasn't really fantasizing about being with them at that point, she did find her heart racing when she chatted and emailed with them, and found herself surprised by their senses of humor. In the first week or so of emailing with them, rarely did her mind venture back to the actual reason that she had received contact from these guys (their incredibly huge endowments), but when it did, she admitted it gave her a little charge...
My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
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Re: Carla's Naughtier Than She Thought (fantasy)
I was silent during all this, so she stopped to apologize and say again she was so sorry. I told her "no, no, you don't need to apologize baby, after all, I asked you to start this, I'm just so surprised that you did all this. All the times we talked you said you couldn't imagine it."
"I know, I know," she said, rubbing my hand and looking down. "I really couldn't imagine myself doing any of that, much less the rest of what I've got to tell you," and she looked up into my eyes to gauge my reaction. I could feel my eyes get wide with excitement and I went silent again, until I caught myself and gave her a reassuring touch.
"But I was just taking little baby steps, and each one of them seemed perfectly harmless, and something I could turn back from each time," she said. "And I was surprised by how easy each next step seemed, how exciting and adventurous I was and....," she looked down again.
"What?" I asked. "It's okay, you can tell me."
"And...how turned on I was," she said quickly. I kissed her, and kissed her again. She seemed relieved and kissed me deeply for a little while. I reached my hand down, sliding down her stomach, down, down, until....and she seemed to like it.
"okay," she said, as I rubbed her lightly. "So, I was emailing with these guys, and one of them....one of them, well,...something about him...I don't know." She said. And she sounded and felt like she was building toward an orgasm.
"Yes?" I said, building the intensity.
"He...he...just really turned me on, in a very different way," she said and started bucking. She was very, very wet as she admitted this. "At first we were emailing about normal, mundane things, but...but he started talking about how different girls reacted differently to his size....and....and I knew you wanted me to...uh, to explore that... so I...ooooh....so I kept asking him about ....unnnnnhhhh," and she grabbed my arm tightly and closed her legs, her body shaking in her first orgasm.
"I know, I know," she said, rubbing my hand and looking down. "I really couldn't imagine myself doing any of that, much less the rest of what I've got to tell you," and she looked up into my eyes to gauge my reaction. I could feel my eyes get wide with excitement and I went silent again, until I caught myself and gave her a reassuring touch.
"But I was just taking little baby steps, and each one of them seemed perfectly harmless, and something I could turn back from each time," she said. "And I was surprised by how easy each next step seemed, how exciting and adventurous I was and....," she looked down again.
"What?" I asked. "It's okay, you can tell me."
"And...how turned on I was," she said quickly. I kissed her, and kissed her again. She seemed relieved and kissed me deeply for a little while. I reached my hand down, sliding down her stomach, down, down, until....and she seemed to like it.
"okay," she said, as I rubbed her lightly. "So, I was emailing with these guys, and one of them....one of them, well,...something about him...I don't know." She said. And she sounded and felt like she was building toward an orgasm.
"Yes?" I said, building the intensity.
"He...he...just really turned me on, in a very different way," she said and started bucking. She was very, very wet as she admitted this. "At first we were emailing about normal, mundane things, but...but he started talking about how different girls reacted differently to his size....and....and I knew you wanted me to...uh, to explore that... so I...ooooh....so I kept asking him about ....unnnnnhhhh," and she grabbed my arm tightly and closed her legs, her body shaking in her first orgasm.
Re: Carla's Naughtier Than She Thought (fantasy)
Come on man! Next part please...
Re: Carla's Naughtier Than She Thought (fantasy)
[thanks BigAubFan]
After she finished cumming and breathed deeply, she lay there for a minute in the silence. She was more relaxed, but like most of us, I knew that after an orgasm, some amount of reality would set in and I was hoping she would not stop telling me about what she had done. I continue to caress her gently on her stomach and thighs for a minute. She seemed unsure of whether it was a good idea to continue, so I prodded a little.
"So, he turned you on in a different way?" I asked.
"Mmmm hmmm," she said, thoughtfully, staring up into space. She grabbed my wrist and moved it back between her thighs, a signal she wanted more. As I started again, so did she. "I started asking him questions about exactly how big he was, and how girls like me reacted to it the first time....He kidded me about my lack of experience and said I'd never know until I tried, but...but he had been with girls who hadn't been with someone...like...like him before."
"Oh?" I asked. "How big was he?"
"Nine inches," she said, matter-of-factly. "And thick." She started writhing a little bit, and was soaking wet.
"Had he sent you pictures at that point?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, losing her breath a little bit. "He sent me pictures of him by himself and...and a few...with...other girls." She was already building back up.
"This really turns you on, doesn't it?" I asked.
"It does," she said. "Is that okay?"
I took her left hand and guided her down to my cock, which was very, very hard. She grabbed me and slowly started moving her hand up and down.
"Oh," she said and the corners of her mouth curled up a little. She got very relaxed and started talking more comfortably now. "It turns you on too, huh?"
"Yes," I said. "You have no idea how much."
"Good," she said. "Yes, it turned me on to see the pictures of other girls with him. He had a few who let him take pictures when he first started with them. He said some of their husbands wanted them to try, just like you. But a few were just the opposite....they were...they were girls who were mad at their husbands for some reason....showing their husbands.....unnnnnh...."
"Yes?" I said, out of breath.
"ooooohh....showing their husbands what .... mmmmmm....what they looked like with...... oh my god ... I'm cumming....," she grabbed my arm again and closed her legs, this time even more intensely. As she reached orgasm this time, she finished the thought that was driving her orgasm, "....with a big dick...a real dick," and she came so hard she couldn't stifle a very loud "ohhh god."
After she finished cumming and breathed deeply, she lay there for a minute in the silence. She was more relaxed, but like most of us, I knew that after an orgasm, some amount of reality would set in and I was hoping she would not stop telling me about what she had done. I continue to caress her gently on her stomach and thighs for a minute. She seemed unsure of whether it was a good idea to continue, so I prodded a little.
"So, he turned you on in a different way?" I asked.
"Mmmm hmmm," she said, thoughtfully, staring up into space. She grabbed my wrist and moved it back between her thighs, a signal she wanted more. As I started again, so did she. "I started asking him questions about exactly how big he was, and how girls like me reacted to it the first time....He kidded me about my lack of experience and said I'd never know until I tried, but...but he had been with girls who hadn't been with someone...like...like him before."
"Oh?" I asked. "How big was he?"
"Nine inches," she said, matter-of-factly. "And thick." She started writhing a little bit, and was soaking wet.
"Had he sent you pictures at that point?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, losing her breath a little bit. "He sent me pictures of him by himself and...and a few...with...other girls." She was already building back up.
"This really turns you on, doesn't it?" I asked.
"It does," she said. "Is that okay?"
I took her left hand and guided her down to my cock, which was very, very hard. She grabbed me and slowly started moving her hand up and down.
"Oh," she said and the corners of her mouth curled up a little. She got very relaxed and started talking more comfortably now. "It turns you on too, huh?"
"Yes," I said. "You have no idea how much."
"Good," she said. "Yes, it turned me on to see the pictures of other girls with him. He had a few who let him take pictures when he first started with them. He said some of their husbands wanted them to try, just like you. But a few were just the opposite....they were...they were girls who were mad at their husbands for some reason....showing their husbands.....unnnnnh...."
"Yes?" I said, out of breath.
"ooooohh....showing their husbands what .... mmmmmm....what they looked like with...... oh my god ... I'm cumming....," she grabbed my arm again and closed her legs, this time even more intensely. As she reached orgasm this time, she finished the thought that was driving her orgasm, "....with a big dick...a real dick," and she came so hard she couldn't stifle a very loud "ohhh god."
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Re: Carla's Naughtier Than She Thought (fantasy)
Great recount! Looking forward to the next installment... 
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After this orgasm, she clearly was more relaxed than even after the first. She was laying there, breathing deeply, and smiling. I, on the other hand, was so stunned by what she was telling me that I found myself catching my breath.
After a few moments, she reached back over and grabbed my cock. "Still exciting?" she asked, smiling up at the ceiling. Her tone, her movements, everything at this point was more confident. She was realizing the irony of this whole fantasy - that by exploring sex with other guys, even behind my back, she wasn't losing any ground with me. To the contrary, she was getting the first inkling of the hold she would have on me if she continued.
She was slowly stroking me up and down. I loved the feel of her little hand wrapped around my dick. Quickly, the image of her hand around a much larger one entered my mind and I stiffened. "Did you ... have you ... um..." I wasn't quite sure how to ask. I couldn't imagine she'd actually done anything more than emailed with this guy, but then again, even that would have been completely unexpected just an hour ago.
She giggled. "Why don't you let me finish telling you, okay? I want to tell you everything, but I need to tell you in order." She was so much more relaxed, so much more in control. It really turned me on.
"So where were we?" she said, casually stroking me. "Oh yes, emailing. So I was asking Brian more and more questions about his size, so even though it was pretty scientific at first, our emails naturally got a little more heated." When she said his name out loud, I definitely stiffened again in her hand, a fact that she clearly recognized, but continued without reacting.
"So you've just been emailing with him? Dirty emails?" I asked, breathlessly.
She giggled a little again, "silly boy," she said. "I told you to let me tell it."
"Okay," I said, and tried to breathe slowly and deeply.
"So Brian asked me if I was touching myself and thinking about his big dick, which at first seemed ridiculous, even borderline offensive. You know I don't think like that, and I thought girls didn't really think like that. I told him no, but I was curious whether he was doing the same for me. He said yes, he was and asked if it turned me on to know that. My first reaction was, 'no of course not,' but then at night sometimes, I would think of him stroking himself, that very big dick growing and getting bigger, all because of little me, and then thinking about him cumming all over himself .... I was completely surprised by how much this turned me on, I mean nothing like it had ever entered my mind before."
At this point, I put my hand on hers to stop her from stroking. I was close to exploding and I had to stop her quickly or it would have all been over for me. She rolled over and sat up on one elbow looking down at me, smiling archly, "awwww, is this too hot for you?" Which made me feel like I was going to cum, whether she was touching me or not.
After this orgasm, she clearly was more relaxed than even after the first. She was laying there, breathing deeply, and smiling. I, on the other hand, was so stunned by what she was telling me that I found myself catching my breath.
After a few moments, she reached back over and grabbed my cock. "Still exciting?" she asked, smiling up at the ceiling. Her tone, her movements, everything at this point was more confident. She was realizing the irony of this whole fantasy - that by exploring sex with other guys, even behind my back, she wasn't losing any ground with me. To the contrary, she was getting the first inkling of the hold she would have on me if she continued.
She was slowly stroking me up and down. I loved the feel of her little hand wrapped around my dick. Quickly, the image of her hand around a much larger one entered my mind and I stiffened. "Did you ... have you ... um..." I wasn't quite sure how to ask. I couldn't imagine she'd actually done anything more than emailed with this guy, but then again, even that would have been completely unexpected just an hour ago.
She giggled. "Why don't you let me finish telling you, okay? I want to tell you everything, but I need to tell you in order." She was so much more relaxed, so much more in control. It really turned me on.
"So where were we?" she said, casually stroking me. "Oh yes, emailing. So I was asking Brian more and more questions about his size, so even though it was pretty scientific at first, our emails naturally got a little more heated." When she said his name out loud, I definitely stiffened again in her hand, a fact that she clearly recognized, but continued without reacting.
"So you've just been emailing with him? Dirty emails?" I asked, breathlessly.
She giggled a little again, "silly boy," she said. "I told you to let me tell it."
"Okay," I said, and tried to breathe slowly and deeply.
"So Brian asked me if I was touching myself and thinking about his big dick, which at first seemed ridiculous, even borderline offensive. You know I don't think like that, and I thought girls didn't really think like that. I told him no, but I was curious whether he was doing the same for me. He said yes, he was and asked if it turned me on to know that. My first reaction was, 'no of course not,' but then at night sometimes, I would think of him stroking himself, that very big dick growing and getting bigger, all because of little me, and then thinking about him cumming all over himself .... I was completely surprised by how much this turned me on, I mean nothing like it had ever entered my mind before."
At this point, I put my hand on hers to stop her from stroking. I was close to exploding and I had to stop her quickly or it would have all been over for me. She rolled over and sat up on one elbow looking down at me, smiling archly, "awwww, is this too hot for you?" Which made me feel like I was going to cum, whether she was touching me or not.
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Re: Carla's Naughtier Than She Thought (fantasy)
Very hot. Draw it out ... keep us on the edge ... just like she's doing to you ... this could go on for a long (sweet, excruciating) time ...
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
[thanks JR!]
"Close," I replied. "I just can't believe you did all that. When was this?" I asked.
Carla rolled back on her back to look up at the ceiling, "oh, about a month ago," she said casually.
"A month?" I asked, taken aback. "I thought you were talking about last week or this past weekend." She giggled at my reaction, she liked the fact that she'd been sneaky. Truth be told, so did I. "So you've been emailing with him for over a month?" I asked, a little more calmly.
"Well...," she continued, not taking the bait of my hidden question, deciding to continue at her own pace. "so like I was saying, our emails were getting a little more heated. And I had to admit that I was no longer just curious. I mean I was still curious, very very curious, but I'm sorry if it hurts you to hear it, but I was getting really, really ... well.... horny! I mean with the pictures of the girls he sent me, I could easily see myself in their place: on my knees looking up at him, both hands wrapped around his dick, sucking him, or on my back on the edge of our bed, taking him for the first time. I was telling you the truth when I told you that big dicks didn't turn me on. But.... well....I don't know whether it was you telling me so many times that I should try it, or seeing 'the look' in those girls eyes in the picture. Maybe seeing them smiling, or admiring or in a little bit of pain that they clearly enjoyed. I don't know, something definitely changed. His big dick made me very horny." She paused. My heart was pounding in my chest. "And I told him so. I told him yes, I liked knowing that he was jacking off his big dick and thinking about me. I even sent him a few more pictures to give him more, um, material. No clear face shots or anything, but I would wear those white thigh-highs you like so much and the white corset, things like that."
"You've never sent pictures like that to me," I said.
"Well, you can see me in real life," she said. "You don't need pictures. Besides, I have to admit it was fun doing some sneaky little things for him, being his dirty girl a little bit. I know that sounds bad, but I'm being totally honest here right?"
"Yes, yes," I said, and I couldn't help touching myself now. She noticed, and laid her left leg across my right leg. I loved her legs, and she knew it would completely turn me into a puddle to feel her leg on me like that.
"And....I....um...." she was stalling.
"Yes? You can tell me," I encouraged.
"Well...I don't know if he put the idea in my head...or....we were just not having so much sex here...or...I don't know. But I started doing something," she paused.
"Yes?" I said quickly.
"I...I started touching myself more, and thinking about what it would be like," she said. I gripped myself very tightly and almost jerked myself off completely, but luckily stopped just short of cumming, lightheaded. She continued, "In the shower, or sometimes at night I would go to another room while you were sleeping. I mean I couldn't sleep for a while, I was feeling both nervous, and guilty, and yet so excited. I felt like I had to have some relief or I'd never sleep."
"Did you tell him what you were doing?" I asked.
"Yes," Carla said. "I did. I told him I had thought about him, and fingered myself thinking about his dick, all the things I thought he would like to hear, and I meant them."
"Did he like that?" I asked, totally rapt.
"Evidently he did," she said. "He started saying we should meet up, and trying everything to persuade me." My breath caught here and I was so close to cumming, I had to tense up and stop stroking for a while. She noticed my strong reaction and I could tell she was smiling at it, enjoying the effect she could so easily have on me.
"He said we could just meet for drinks, even coffee," she continued. "Totally public, no sex or anything, just because we were talking so often, it made sense to at least meet up. So, I decided what the hell? If it was somewhere public, and we had a set time limit, what could be the harm? I thought probably a few drinks at an after work time would be good. Looking back now, I can't even believe I was doing that. It was just like little baby steps the whole way," she said and rolled over to look at me. "I know it seems ridiculous, but I didn't think of it as cheating at all," she said. "It had just happened so naturally, and I convinced myself that I was just meeting someone for a drink and conversation, even though I wasn't telling you. Telling you now, I see that it was so wrong, but I couldn't help it, I'm really sorry, can you forgive me?" and she placed her hand over my hand, taking over the stroking duties, slowly and gently.
I nodded. After I caught my breath, I asked "so did you do it?"
She waited for almost a minute. She took a breath. "Yes," she said finally. "We met at the bar at your favorite restaurant, one night just about when you were getting off of work." I searched my mind back, I couldn't remember. She supplied the answer: "I told you I was meeting Elizabeth for a glass of wine." Again, she giggled a little at her own sneakiness.
"Close," I replied. "I just can't believe you did all that. When was this?" I asked.
Carla rolled back on her back to look up at the ceiling, "oh, about a month ago," she said casually.
"A month?" I asked, taken aback. "I thought you were talking about last week or this past weekend." She giggled at my reaction, she liked the fact that she'd been sneaky. Truth be told, so did I. "So you've been emailing with him for over a month?" I asked, a little more calmly.
"Well...," she continued, not taking the bait of my hidden question, deciding to continue at her own pace. "so like I was saying, our emails were getting a little more heated. And I had to admit that I was no longer just curious. I mean I was still curious, very very curious, but I'm sorry if it hurts you to hear it, but I was getting really, really ... well.... horny! I mean with the pictures of the girls he sent me, I could easily see myself in their place: on my knees looking up at him, both hands wrapped around his dick, sucking him, or on my back on the edge of our bed, taking him for the first time. I was telling you the truth when I told you that big dicks didn't turn me on. But.... well....I don't know whether it was you telling me so many times that I should try it, or seeing 'the look' in those girls eyes in the picture. Maybe seeing them smiling, or admiring or in a little bit of pain that they clearly enjoyed. I don't know, something definitely changed. His big dick made me very horny." She paused. My heart was pounding in my chest. "And I told him so. I told him yes, I liked knowing that he was jacking off his big dick and thinking about me. I even sent him a few more pictures to give him more, um, material. No clear face shots or anything, but I would wear those white thigh-highs you like so much and the white corset, things like that."
"You've never sent pictures like that to me," I said.
"Well, you can see me in real life," she said. "You don't need pictures. Besides, I have to admit it was fun doing some sneaky little things for him, being his dirty girl a little bit. I know that sounds bad, but I'm being totally honest here right?"
"Yes, yes," I said, and I couldn't help touching myself now. She noticed, and laid her left leg across my right leg. I loved her legs, and she knew it would completely turn me into a puddle to feel her leg on me like that.
"And....I....um...." she was stalling.
"Yes? You can tell me," I encouraged.
"Well...I don't know if he put the idea in my head...or....we were just not having so much sex here...or...I don't know. But I started doing something," she paused.
"Yes?" I said quickly.
"I...I started touching myself more, and thinking about what it would be like," she said. I gripped myself very tightly and almost jerked myself off completely, but luckily stopped just short of cumming, lightheaded. She continued, "In the shower, or sometimes at night I would go to another room while you were sleeping. I mean I couldn't sleep for a while, I was feeling both nervous, and guilty, and yet so excited. I felt like I had to have some relief or I'd never sleep."
"Did you tell him what you were doing?" I asked.
"Yes," Carla said. "I did. I told him I had thought about him, and fingered myself thinking about his dick, all the things I thought he would like to hear, and I meant them."
"Did he like that?" I asked, totally rapt.
"Evidently he did," she said. "He started saying we should meet up, and trying everything to persuade me." My breath caught here and I was so close to cumming, I had to tense up and stop stroking for a while. She noticed my strong reaction and I could tell she was smiling at it, enjoying the effect she could so easily have on me.
"He said we could just meet for drinks, even coffee," she continued. "Totally public, no sex or anything, just because we were talking so often, it made sense to at least meet up. So, I decided what the hell? If it was somewhere public, and we had a set time limit, what could be the harm? I thought probably a few drinks at an after work time would be good. Looking back now, I can't even believe I was doing that. It was just like little baby steps the whole way," she said and rolled over to look at me. "I know it seems ridiculous, but I didn't think of it as cheating at all," she said. "It had just happened so naturally, and I convinced myself that I was just meeting someone for a drink and conversation, even though I wasn't telling you. Telling you now, I see that it was so wrong, but I couldn't help it, I'm really sorry, can you forgive me?" and she placed her hand over my hand, taking over the stroking duties, slowly and gently.
I nodded. After I caught my breath, I asked "so did you do it?"
She waited for almost a minute. She took a breath. "Yes," she said finally. "We met at the bar at your favorite restaurant, one night just about when you were getting off of work." I searched my mind back, I couldn't remember. She supplied the answer: "I told you I was meeting Elizabeth for a glass of wine." Again, she giggled a little at her own sneakiness.
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
keep going plsss
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
[thanks ben310, will do]
I thought back, and figured it had been 2 weeks since the night she told me she was meeting Elizabeth for wine. I remembered it well, mainly because I got excited whenever she met her friends out for drinks, imagining that maybe, just maybe, she'd have too much to drink, get hit on by the right (qualified) guy and do something she wouldn't otherwise do. In fact, on the night she had met Brian, I had several fantasies about what she might be doing out at the bar, or in the parking lot, or in some guy's nearby apartment. The irony is that although I fantasized about it intensely, I really didn't have a clue that she was actually doing something.
When Carla told me this, I began to feel a little weak. I mean, I'd been fantasizing about it for years, but knowing that she was actually meeting another guy, having drinks, talking, touching? A guy who had already seen her naked body, and had online discussions centered on the fact that he had a massive dick? Could I handle it? It made me both incredibly jealous and incredibly turned on by her. It occurred to me that I didn't know anything at all about the guy she had met, other than that he was very hung of course. So I asked, "so what is he like?"
"Brian?" she asked, and laughed a little, in a 'boy, you have no idea' kind of way. "I don't know, he's nice, pretty funny, easy going, but very self-assured."
"Yeah, why wouldn't he be?" I asked rhetorically.
"True, true," Carla answered. "Oh," she stopped, "and I don't think I mentioned....he's...well, he's young."
"Young?" I asked. "How young?"
She laughed a little. "Well he seems older than he is. And he's had far more experience than you or I had at his age I think."
"Okay, how young?"
She stopped and looked at me and said "Twenty-three." She looked almost proud, which turned me on.
"I...I didn't think you went for younger guys," I said, "you've never talked about it before."
"Well, I really don't care one way or the other," Carla said. "His age isn't really the reason I was meeting him. I'm no cougar, but still, it was, um, interesting to think about this kid, basically, this guy who was just barely born when you were in college, well, I don't know, it kind of turned me on to think about what this kid could do to me, sexually I mean..," she went on tentatively, stroking me gently, "I mean... you know... compared to ... you."
"Oh my god," I said, realizing that Carla had definitely made the turn to hotwife, whether or not anything had happened with Brian yet or not, the fact that this aspect of things turned her on was a major shift in her attitude, and one that could lead to much of that exquisite torture that I had fantasized about. And it made me so incredibly horny for her. I wanted to taste her, to please her, I craved her. I rolled over to position myself over her and passionately kissed her neck, down to her breasts, down across her flat, smooth stomach, down across her amazing hip bones, down, down until I was face to face with her pussy.
She put her hand on the back of my head and put her fingers through my hair while I began to kiss her inner thighs (my favorite) and work my way inward until....oh my god, she was soaking wet, dripping almost, and seemed very hot. "Oh my...," she said, almost amused by the reaction her story had on me, "you liked that, huh?" she asked knowingly.
I thought back, and figured it had been 2 weeks since the night she told me she was meeting Elizabeth for wine. I remembered it well, mainly because I got excited whenever she met her friends out for drinks, imagining that maybe, just maybe, she'd have too much to drink, get hit on by the right (qualified) guy and do something she wouldn't otherwise do. In fact, on the night she had met Brian, I had several fantasies about what she might be doing out at the bar, or in the parking lot, or in some guy's nearby apartment. The irony is that although I fantasized about it intensely, I really didn't have a clue that she was actually doing something.
When Carla told me this, I began to feel a little weak. I mean, I'd been fantasizing about it for years, but knowing that she was actually meeting another guy, having drinks, talking, touching? A guy who had already seen her naked body, and had online discussions centered on the fact that he had a massive dick? Could I handle it? It made me both incredibly jealous and incredibly turned on by her. It occurred to me that I didn't know anything at all about the guy she had met, other than that he was very hung of course. So I asked, "so what is he like?"
"Brian?" she asked, and laughed a little, in a 'boy, you have no idea' kind of way. "I don't know, he's nice, pretty funny, easy going, but very self-assured."
"Yeah, why wouldn't he be?" I asked rhetorically.
"True, true," Carla answered. "Oh," she stopped, "and I don't think I mentioned....he's...well, he's young."
"Young?" I asked. "How young?"
She laughed a little. "Well he seems older than he is. And he's had far more experience than you or I had at his age I think."
"Okay, how young?"
She stopped and looked at me and said "Twenty-three." She looked almost proud, which turned me on.
"I...I didn't think you went for younger guys," I said, "you've never talked about it before."
"Well, I really don't care one way or the other," Carla said. "His age isn't really the reason I was meeting him. I'm no cougar, but still, it was, um, interesting to think about this kid, basically, this guy who was just barely born when you were in college, well, I don't know, it kind of turned me on to think about what this kid could do to me, sexually I mean..," she went on tentatively, stroking me gently, "I mean... you know... compared to ... you."
"Oh my god," I said, realizing that Carla had definitely made the turn to hotwife, whether or not anything had happened with Brian yet or not, the fact that this aspect of things turned her on was a major shift in her attitude, and one that could lead to much of that exquisite torture that I had fantasized about. And it made me so incredibly horny for her. I wanted to taste her, to please her, I craved her. I rolled over to position myself over her and passionately kissed her neck, down to her breasts, down across her flat, smooth stomach, down across her amazing hip bones, down, down until I was face to face with her pussy.
She put her hand on the back of my head and put her fingers through my hair while I began to kiss her inner thighs (my favorite) and work my way inward until....oh my god, she was soaking wet, dripping almost, and seemed very hot. "Oh my...," she said, almost amused by the reaction her story had on me, "you liked that, huh?" she asked knowingly.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Good story and segmentation. Have enjoyed it thus far and look forward to the next installment.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
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Hearing her say that just made me more passionate, and I really started licking her as deeply as I could and sucking, licking and pressing my face against her. She giggled and circled her hips while applying a little pressure to the back of my head. It was cyclical - the more she started to understand that her sex with other guys turned me on and brought out a bit of a submissive streak in me, the more amused and in control she became. And the more she did this, the more I wanted her and wanted to be submissive in some ways. And so on and so forth. Of course, I knew the likely result of the cycle once she became comfortable with her newfound power over me, and it both scared me and turned me on beyond anything I could imagine.
She was enjoying this, both the oral sex and the mental play, and I was too. Suddenly, as I was going back and forth between kissing her inner thighs and placing my tongue inside of her, I realized that she may have already had him inside of her...after all, she hadn't finished her story. I couldn't stop myself from visualizing his huge dick pushing its way into my wife's beautiful, little, wet pussy, that was now right in front of my face. I thought about them working together to get the head of his dick inside and then slowly working it in and out, until, centimeter by centimeter, he started to be able to slide in. What sounds would she make? How would her body move? What would she look like with him inside her? The images of it sent waves of intense weakness through my body.
"Don't stop," she said sweetly, and I realized I'd been transfixed imagining what that would have looked like.
I said "gladly, but please don't stop talking."
After I resumed and she started writhing again, she continued: "where were we? Oh yeah, we met at the bar like I said. I was very, very, very nervous. I didn't know anything about what he'd be like, I wasn't sure exactly why we were meeting, and I'd never 'met' someone who I'd already seen naked and had such dirty emails with. Ohhhhhhh," she said, I was building her back up toward an orgasm.
"So he walked in, and looked very much like his pictures. Except with clothes on, of course," she giggled. "He was very calm and reassuring, and it was easy not to be nervous once he got there. He sat beside me at the bar. We had decided not to get a table, since that would be a lot harder to explain if people we know saw me there with him. But we had a quiet corner at the bar and just talked. After a drink, we started laughing about the situation. You know, how we were just meeting and making small talk, but we had already, well, basically, cum for each other. Oooooohhhh," she pushed my head hard into her for a few seconds, then said "Why don't you come up here? I don't want to cum again just yet."
I slid up to lay beside her and continued touching her, rubbing in very slow circles. She smiled at me, "that's nice," she said. "I like that." She circled her hand around my dick and moved it up and down, slightly and slowly.
"So," I said, "what's he look like? Is he tall? fat? Attractive?"
"Yes, he's tall. A little over 6 feet, and he keeps in shape. He filled out his shirt well."
"And his pants?" I asked.
She gave me a light play-slap and laughed, "Oh yes," she said. "Most definitely his pants are filled out well. I was worried that I was looking down too much. You know it's not like me, but since that was really the whole reason we'd met, and since, well I'd seen so many pictures of it, and, I don't know, I just kept finding myself glancing down there to see if it, well, looked different in his pants than someone like yours would." I stiffened again and she gripped harder just to let me know she'd felt it.
"Oh, and whether he's good looking - He's not like a model or anything, but he definitely has attractive qualities. And I don't know if it was just because we had so many intimate emails or what, but I was pretty turned on as soon as we started talking."
"So, did anything happen that night?" I asked. I remembered that she had gotten home pretty early that night, maybe 8 or 8:30, so I knew they certainly hadn't had long to try anything extended. Since I'm not that big myself, I wasn't sure whether it would take someone as big as him a long time to be able to get inside a big cock virgin like my wife.
"Well," she said. "We were talking and it was going great, he made me laugh, and comfortable and it was, like, just good conversation, which is kind of odd knowing all that we had done and emailed about, and knowing that was in the back of our minds the whole time. He would occasionally touch my knee or arm or something, and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to let that happen or not. But I did since he didn't seem to be going further and it felt harmless. And like I said, I really wasn't sure the reason we were meeting, I didn't know if normally people would have sex like after a meeting like this or not. I didn't think I would, but I wasn't sure if he'd want to."
"Wow," I said. "You've come a long way from when you told me you couldn't imagine ever doing anything like this."
"I know," she said, "are you okay? I mean it's what you wanted right? I kept telling myself that every step of the way. I mean, I know you probably didn't want me to sneak around and hide it from you, and maybe I shouldn't have done that. I ...I just thought I would tell you so many times, but it just didn't feel right."
"Until tonight," I said.
"Yes, until tonight. Are you okay? Are you upset? What are you thinking?" she seemed genuinely worried. I pulled her to me and kissed her very, very deeply and she responded in the same way. We must have kissed for a few minutes, almost breathlessly as we enjoyed this new level of intimacy, and she was probably feeling incredible relief having gotten all this off of her chest and understanding that I was not upset. We kissed and relaxed, going back to laying beside each other, touching each other, slowly, gently.
"But he seemed okay with just talking," she said, "just like he had said in the emails. And we had a few drinks, and decided we needed to head home. So we were leaving, and it really seemed like there was no expectation of anything happening tonight, or any follow-up or anything. I wasn't sure if a good night kiss was appropriate, and I felt pretty guilty about it, so I was almost hoping we'd part ways without the pressure."
"But...but, wouldn't you know, our cars were parked almost beside each other in the parking lot. So we walked out to the cars and stood beside mine for a while talking. We were still laughing and talking when he kissed me."
I couldn't believe it. My wife had kissed another guy for the first time since we'd started dating. A very tall, built, hung guy, in a parking lot at one of my favorite restaurants. My wife is petite and only 5'2", I'm a little under 5'8" myself, so the image of her making out with this young guy almost a foot taller than her was pretty shocking. I was so jealous, but envisioning it, I was intensely turned on.
"It was just natural, he didn't attack me or anything. He just put his hand on my neck, and leaned down and kissed me on the lips, and I didn't pull back, I kissed him back. We actually kissed for a while," she said. "I hadn't made out with someone that tall in a long time. I had my arms around him, he was pressed up against me and....and," she was starting to grip me tighter and stroke me a little harder.
"Yes?" I said, and realized I was rubbing her a little harder as well.
"I...um...I felt him getting hard," she said, getting a little breathless herself. "It was against my stomach, but through our clothes. And as soon as I felt it, the pictures of it went through my head and I started remembering all the fantasies. I...I did something that surprises me," she said.
"What? What?" I asked, breathing very heavily, my heart pounding.
"I reached down...I reached down...outside of his pants at first, and felt him, felt the outline of it in his pants. At first I just wanted to feel it to see how big it felt there in real life. But we kept kissing and, I don't know what came over me, I start rubbing him outside of his pants, I could feel where his dick was growing and I was rubbing up and down his shaft. I mean...I couldn't believe it...there I was worried that he'd expect some kind of sex from me that I wasn't ready for, and I had made the first move. I didn't expect it. It was like I didn't even know myself. After a minute, he said 'why don't we sit in my car and talk for a while,' and I was actually very excited about it. I'm sorry honey, I know this hurts for you to hear, but at that point, I wanted to give him a hand job so badly. I wanted to see it outside of his pants, I wanted to wrap my hands around it, and to please him like those girls in the pictures. I wanted to see how big he was in real life, I wanted to feel his skin against my hands, and to make him cum, just like he had so many times already jerking off to my pictures. I wanted to give him the real thing. It surprised me how badly I wanted it, but I did."
Hearing her say that just made me more passionate, and I really started licking her as deeply as I could and sucking, licking and pressing my face against her. She giggled and circled her hips while applying a little pressure to the back of my head. It was cyclical - the more she started to understand that her sex with other guys turned me on and brought out a bit of a submissive streak in me, the more amused and in control she became. And the more she did this, the more I wanted her and wanted to be submissive in some ways. And so on and so forth. Of course, I knew the likely result of the cycle once she became comfortable with her newfound power over me, and it both scared me and turned me on beyond anything I could imagine.
She was enjoying this, both the oral sex and the mental play, and I was too. Suddenly, as I was going back and forth between kissing her inner thighs and placing my tongue inside of her, I realized that she may have already had him inside of her...after all, she hadn't finished her story. I couldn't stop myself from visualizing his huge dick pushing its way into my wife's beautiful, little, wet pussy, that was now right in front of my face. I thought about them working together to get the head of his dick inside and then slowly working it in and out, until, centimeter by centimeter, he started to be able to slide in. What sounds would she make? How would her body move? What would she look like with him inside her? The images of it sent waves of intense weakness through my body.
"Don't stop," she said sweetly, and I realized I'd been transfixed imagining what that would have looked like.
I said "gladly, but please don't stop talking."
After I resumed and she started writhing again, she continued: "where were we? Oh yeah, we met at the bar like I said. I was very, very, very nervous. I didn't know anything about what he'd be like, I wasn't sure exactly why we were meeting, and I'd never 'met' someone who I'd already seen naked and had such dirty emails with. Ohhhhhhh," she said, I was building her back up toward an orgasm.
"So he walked in, and looked very much like his pictures. Except with clothes on, of course," she giggled. "He was very calm and reassuring, and it was easy not to be nervous once he got there. He sat beside me at the bar. We had decided not to get a table, since that would be a lot harder to explain if people we know saw me there with him. But we had a quiet corner at the bar and just talked. After a drink, we started laughing about the situation. You know, how we were just meeting and making small talk, but we had already, well, basically, cum for each other. Oooooohhhh," she pushed my head hard into her for a few seconds, then said "Why don't you come up here? I don't want to cum again just yet."
I slid up to lay beside her and continued touching her, rubbing in very slow circles. She smiled at me, "that's nice," she said. "I like that." She circled her hand around my dick and moved it up and down, slightly and slowly.
"So," I said, "what's he look like? Is he tall? fat? Attractive?"
"Yes, he's tall. A little over 6 feet, and he keeps in shape. He filled out his shirt well."
"And his pants?" I asked.
She gave me a light play-slap and laughed, "Oh yes," she said. "Most definitely his pants are filled out well. I was worried that I was looking down too much. You know it's not like me, but since that was really the whole reason we'd met, and since, well I'd seen so many pictures of it, and, I don't know, I just kept finding myself glancing down there to see if it, well, looked different in his pants than someone like yours would." I stiffened again and she gripped harder just to let me know she'd felt it.
"Oh, and whether he's good looking - He's not like a model or anything, but he definitely has attractive qualities. And I don't know if it was just because we had so many intimate emails or what, but I was pretty turned on as soon as we started talking."
"So, did anything happen that night?" I asked. I remembered that she had gotten home pretty early that night, maybe 8 or 8:30, so I knew they certainly hadn't had long to try anything extended. Since I'm not that big myself, I wasn't sure whether it would take someone as big as him a long time to be able to get inside a big cock virgin like my wife.
"Well," she said. "We were talking and it was going great, he made me laugh, and comfortable and it was, like, just good conversation, which is kind of odd knowing all that we had done and emailed about, and knowing that was in the back of our minds the whole time. He would occasionally touch my knee or arm or something, and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to let that happen or not. But I did since he didn't seem to be going further and it felt harmless. And like I said, I really wasn't sure the reason we were meeting, I didn't know if normally people would have sex like after a meeting like this or not. I didn't think I would, but I wasn't sure if he'd want to."
"Wow," I said. "You've come a long way from when you told me you couldn't imagine ever doing anything like this."
"I know," she said, "are you okay? I mean it's what you wanted right? I kept telling myself that every step of the way. I mean, I know you probably didn't want me to sneak around and hide it from you, and maybe I shouldn't have done that. I ...I just thought I would tell you so many times, but it just didn't feel right."
"Until tonight," I said.
"Yes, until tonight. Are you okay? Are you upset? What are you thinking?" she seemed genuinely worried. I pulled her to me and kissed her very, very deeply and she responded in the same way. We must have kissed for a few minutes, almost breathlessly as we enjoyed this new level of intimacy, and she was probably feeling incredible relief having gotten all this off of her chest and understanding that I was not upset. We kissed and relaxed, going back to laying beside each other, touching each other, slowly, gently.
"But he seemed okay with just talking," she said, "just like he had said in the emails. And we had a few drinks, and decided we needed to head home. So we were leaving, and it really seemed like there was no expectation of anything happening tonight, or any follow-up or anything. I wasn't sure if a good night kiss was appropriate, and I felt pretty guilty about it, so I was almost hoping we'd part ways without the pressure."
"But...but, wouldn't you know, our cars were parked almost beside each other in the parking lot. So we walked out to the cars and stood beside mine for a while talking. We were still laughing and talking when he kissed me."
I couldn't believe it. My wife had kissed another guy for the first time since we'd started dating. A very tall, built, hung guy, in a parking lot at one of my favorite restaurants. My wife is petite and only 5'2", I'm a little under 5'8" myself, so the image of her making out with this young guy almost a foot taller than her was pretty shocking. I was so jealous, but envisioning it, I was intensely turned on.
"It was just natural, he didn't attack me or anything. He just put his hand on my neck, and leaned down and kissed me on the lips, and I didn't pull back, I kissed him back. We actually kissed for a while," she said. "I hadn't made out with someone that tall in a long time. I had my arms around him, he was pressed up against me and....and," she was starting to grip me tighter and stroke me a little harder.
"Yes?" I said, and realized I was rubbing her a little harder as well.
"I...um...I felt him getting hard," she said, getting a little breathless herself. "It was against my stomach, but through our clothes. And as soon as I felt it, the pictures of it went through my head and I started remembering all the fantasies. I...I did something that surprises me," she said.
"What? What?" I asked, breathing very heavily, my heart pounding.
"I reached down...I reached down...outside of his pants at first, and felt him, felt the outline of it in his pants. At first I just wanted to feel it to see how big it felt there in real life. But we kept kissing and, I don't know what came over me, I start rubbing him outside of his pants, I could feel where his dick was growing and I was rubbing up and down his shaft. I mean...I couldn't believe it...there I was worried that he'd expect some kind of sex from me that I wasn't ready for, and I had made the first move. I didn't expect it. It was like I didn't even know myself. After a minute, he said 'why don't we sit in my car and talk for a while,' and I was actually very excited about it. I'm sorry honey, I know this hurts for you to hear, but at that point, I wanted to give him a hand job so badly. I wanted to see it outside of his pants, I wanted to wrap my hands around it, and to please him like those girls in the pictures. I wanted to see how big he was in real life, I wanted to feel his skin against my hands, and to make him cum, just like he had so many times already jerking off to my pictures. I wanted to give him the real thing. It surprised me how badly I wanted it, but I did."
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
"What do you mean? So you got in the car with this guy you barely knew?"
"Silly," she said. "I knew I could trust him, besides, I'm not sure if I could've stopped myself at that point anyway."
"So, you got in his car...." I urged her to continue, starting to breath very heavily.
"Yes, we went to his car quickly and he slid his pants down to his knees as he sat down in the driver's seat. It was still a little light out and people were walking around in the parking lot, but I didn't care. I'm surprised at myself, but I quickly started fondling him again, through his underwear."
"Was he...was he...big?"
She laughed a little at me. "Oh yes, sweetie, he was big. I told you already I'd seen pictures. And they were accurate. He was still in his underwear, but it was a very, very big bulge. We were carrying on some kind of conversation, but I couldn't tell you what it was. I was enjoying the feel of his big dick as I rubbed it. He liked it too, I could tell. He was getting even harder and bigger. So I just had to let it out."
"Did it turn you on? The size I mean?"
She nodded at me and bit her bottom lip, coyly. "Maybe it was all of your fantasies, or something, and you know I absolutely love your dick, honey. But I have to admit, the size was turning me on, you know, in a different way. I liked the way it felt in my hand, I really couldn't wrap one hand fully around it, and it looked, you know, powerful or something. You know I've always told you that you have the perfect-shaped dick, and I mean it, your dick does make me wet. And his was very similar, only you know, like somebody had doubled it or something. When he was fully hard, it was sticking so high up in front of his steering wheel, I was sure that people walking by would be able to see it, and see my hands stroking him. But I didn't stop. He looked very much at ease, like this was something he was used to, and I was really enjoying it. I had both hands on it, just slowly stroking him up and down and he laid back, enjoying the hell out of it."
I couldn't believe my adorable little sex kitten of a wife had given this almost complete stranger a hand job. Much less that she was admitting to me now that she did like how big he was. After the years I'd asked her whether a bigger guy might turn her on, and she'd told me she wasn't interested in anything bigger than mine.
Now, in the bed, Carla rolled over and laid on top of me, not facing me, but looking up at the ceiling. She moved her butt in small circles and I loved how it felt on my stomach and hips. I kissed her bare shoulders and neck and she moaned approvingly. She grabbed my dick and positioned it at her pussy lips and slid down so that I entered her. I couldn't tell if it was because she was so wet, or because I was imagining things, but it certainly seemed easier to slide into her, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because she'd been with her new big-dicked friend recently. The thought almost made me cum instantly and I grabbed her hips to stop her moving for a minute while I backed down from the edge of orgasm.
"So, did you make him cum?" I asked.
"Well, I was stroking him for probably 10 minutes there, and hadn't really noticed," she started riding me slowly again. "but....but my head....well, I guess I had been leaning in...getting closer...to...you know,..."
"To his dick?" I asked hurriedly.
"Yessss...," she said beginning to pick up the pace and intensity of our fucking. "...to his dick...and....and he, ahm, he put his hand on the back of my ....head....oooooohhhh.....and...not forcefully or anything....but just....aahhhhhhh....just guiding me .....ohhhhhhh.....to, to, to, what he knew I wanted to do anyway," she blurted out and began touching herself and came almost immediately. I had to pull out or I wouldn't have been able to keep from cumming.
She wound down from her climax and positioned herself just over the head of my dick again. "Shall we continue" she asked, playfully.
"Silly," she said. "I knew I could trust him, besides, I'm not sure if I could've stopped myself at that point anyway."
"So, you got in his car...." I urged her to continue, starting to breath very heavily.
"Yes, we went to his car quickly and he slid his pants down to his knees as he sat down in the driver's seat. It was still a little light out and people were walking around in the parking lot, but I didn't care. I'm surprised at myself, but I quickly started fondling him again, through his underwear."
"Was he...was he...big?"
She laughed a little at me. "Oh yes, sweetie, he was big. I told you already I'd seen pictures. And they were accurate. He was still in his underwear, but it was a very, very big bulge. We were carrying on some kind of conversation, but I couldn't tell you what it was. I was enjoying the feel of his big dick as I rubbed it. He liked it too, I could tell. He was getting even harder and bigger. So I just had to let it out."
"Did it turn you on? The size I mean?"
She nodded at me and bit her bottom lip, coyly. "Maybe it was all of your fantasies, or something, and you know I absolutely love your dick, honey. But I have to admit, the size was turning me on, you know, in a different way. I liked the way it felt in my hand, I really couldn't wrap one hand fully around it, and it looked, you know, powerful or something. You know I've always told you that you have the perfect-shaped dick, and I mean it, your dick does make me wet. And his was very similar, only you know, like somebody had doubled it or something. When he was fully hard, it was sticking so high up in front of his steering wheel, I was sure that people walking by would be able to see it, and see my hands stroking him. But I didn't stop. He looked very much at ease, like this was something he was used to, and I was really enjoying it. I had both hands on it, just slowly stroking him up and down and he laid back, enjoying the hell out of it."
I couldn't believe my adorable little sex kitten of a wife had given this almost complete stranger a hand job. Much less that she was admitting to me now that she did like how big he was. After the years I'd asked her whether a bigger guy might turn her on, and she'd told me she wasn't interested in anything bigger than mine.
Now, in the bed, Carla rolled over and laid on top of me, not facing me, but looking up at the ceiling. She moved her butt in small circles and I loved how it felt on my stomach and hips. I kissed her bare shoulders and neck and she moaned approvingly. She grabbed my dick and positioned it at her pussy lips and slid down so that I entered her. I couldn't tell if it was because she was so wet, or because I was imagining things, but it certainly seemed easier to slide into her, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because she'd been with her new big-dicked friend recently. The thought almost made me cum instantly and I grabbed her hips to stop her moving for a minute while I backed down from the edge of orgasm.
"So, did you make him cum?" I asked.
"Well, I was stroking him for probably 10 minutes there, and hadn't really noticed," she started riding me slowly again. "but....but my head....well, I guess I had been leaning in...getting closer...to...you know,..."
"To his dick?" I asked hurriedly.
"Yessss...," she said beginning to pick up the pace and intensity of our fucking. "...to his dick...and....and he, ahm, he put his hand on the back of my ....head....oooooohhhh.....and...not forcefully or anything....but just....aahhhhhhh....just guiding me .....ohhhhhhh.....to, to, to, what he knew I wanted to do anyway," she blurted out and began touching herself and came almost immediately. I had to pull out or I wouldn't have been able to keep from cumming.
She wound down from her climax and positioned herself just over the head of my dick again. "Shall we continue" she asked, playfully.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Great story Niceguy... Look forward to each segment. Must be great fun to have this kind of imagination. Thx!! fs
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
This is pure gold! What a good writer you are. This seems so real, so believable, and so sweet! As Carla might put it: "Please don't stop now."
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Come on man. Don't stop now!
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
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"Yessss...please continue," I asked as she slid back down on me again. "But don't go so fast, I'm having a hard time not cumming," I asked.
"Okay, silly," she said and started sliding up and down slowly.
"So where was I?" she asked.
"You were....you were leaning in to...ahm...," I was fighting very hard to keep from cumming.
"Oh yeah," she said, quite in control. "While I was jacking him off, I had leaned over to his side of the car so that my face was very close to his dick. And it looked so big, and so, well...I don't know...it's weird...I actually did want to suck it very badly. And I knew he wanted me to. And he knew I wanted to, which turned me on. He had his hand on the back of my neck and, not really forcefully or anything, but just enough to sort of take the decision out of my hands, he pushed me toward his cock, and I..."
I grabbed her hips and held her tight against me. If she had moved a centimeter at that point, I would have cum instantly and I wanted to hear her story before I came.
"Oooh, you like this too huh?" she giggled. "Okay, so I opened my mouth and just sort of let it happen, I mean, his dick touching my lips and then pushing into my mouth. I kept pumping him with my hand while I stretched my mouth around the top of his dick. It was different, you know, being able to both jack him off and go down on him at the same time. There was just so much to work with," she giggled a little.
"So you liked it?" I asked, reaching around to start touching her again.
"Yes," she said. "It surprised me how much, but yes I liked it. When I was down on him as far as I could go, he completely filled my mouth. There was just so much of him, not just length, but it was just...just...giant. And it made me want to make him cum. I could hear people walking around the car in the parking lot, but I did not care if I got caught or who saw me, at that point I just wanted to suck him and jack him until he came." She was bucking against me a little again, even though we were both trying very hard to keep still. She just couldn't help it.
"Oh," I said. "So is that what happened?"
"Oooh....I sucked him for a while, just....mmmmmmmmm.....just exploring his cock with my mouth and tongue and......ohhhhhhhh.....he just sat back and let me know it was good for him too and......ohhhhhh fuuuuuucccckkkk......I...I kept jacking him, sometimes with both hands, and I must have sucked him for 10 minutes when....ohhhhhh....he.....he....he...."
"What? What?" I asked, dying for her to finish. Now we were fucking again and I was close to coming, but I couldn't stop at this point now.
"He put his hand on the back of my head and told me he was going to cum, so.....ohhhhh.....but he pushed my head...mmmm...down...but....but I didn't mind.... then he....oooooh....he came....he came.....sooooooo much," and with that both Carla and I came, I could feel my dick throb and spasm like it never had before. I was cumming in waves, it was unbelievably prolonged and it felt like an impossible amount of cum shooting out of me into my little wife as she gripped both my arms and came herself. She continued as I was still cumming, "I could feel him getting bigger right before he came....it was amazing...then oh my god, a flood of it hit the back of my throat, and I tried to swallow, but it was....it was....all over everything," she said. And the thought of my beautiful Carla's face covered with his cum brought a few more spasms. "I tried to swallow it...but he...he just kept cumming and it dripped down his shaft all over my hands and....when...when I pulled back to swallow...a load he...he would shoot some more and it got all over everything....," and finally both Carla and my orgasms wound down, and our breathing slowed down, muscles unclenched until we could breathe easy again.
"So it was a mess?" I asked after a minute of silence.
"Oh yeah," she said, still lying on top of me with me still inside her. "We actually laughed about how much there was, and how it was everywhere...on me...on him...on parts of the car. We laughed about me having to get a shower before I could see you."
"So? So did you? I mean how did you clean up before you came home?" I asked, relaxing in the deep contentment of post-orgasm release.
Carla went silent for a second. Clearly she was wondering if she should admit something. "You promise you won't be upset?" she asked.
"No," I said, but I admit there might have been a little concern in my voice.
"Okay, but remember you said you wouldn't be upset," she said. "I...well...I swallowed it, all of it. We were just playing around and I knew it would turn him on and, it kind of turned me on too, so I just started licking it up from my hands and his shaft and, he loved it, and would wipe it off my face or out of my hair or whatever and would let me lick it from his hands."
I started getting hard again, imagining the naughty smile on her face as she looked up him, proudly licking up his cum and swallowing it for him. And imagining the thoughts going through his mind, this 23-year old kid who now had a very hot married woman servicing him like this.
"I felt so dirty, and talking about it now I feel so silly that I did that, but it seemed very hot at the time," she said. "And judging by your reaction," she patted my dick which had become hard again, "you must think it's pretty hot." She rolled over to face me, still laying on top of me and reached around behind her to start rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy lips.
"So we cleaned up, and pretty quickly said our goodbyes, and I got out and drove home," she said. "My heart was pounding all the way home, and I was wondering how I could ever talk to you knowing what I had just done. But I did, I just walked in like nothing had happened. I sat beside you on the couch and kissed you. I remembered you kissed me back very deeply and I was worried that you might ....know, you know, that you might.....well, since I had so much of his...you know....cum in my mouth, that you would...well, anyway..you didn't. And we started talking about my day, and just like that I was back to just being your little wife. I think that's everything from that night," she said as I pushed up into her again. "So what do you think?" she asked.
"You're so...so....naughty," I said.
"I know!" She said, giggling.
"So have you talked to him since?" I asked her.
"Oh baby," she said, "I'm not finished telling you everything yet," and she sat up so that she was riding me. Her flat stomach going up and down while she smiled down at me, enjoying the look on my face.
"Yessss...please continue," I asked as she slid back down on me again. "But don't go so fast, I'm having a hard time not cumming," I asked.
"Okay, silly," she said and started sliding up and down slowly.
"So where was I?" she asked.
"You were....you were leaning in to...ahm...," I was fighting very hard to keep from cumming.
"Oh yeah," she said, quite in control. "While I was jacking him off, I had leaned over to his side of the car so that my face was very close to his dick. And it looked so big, and so, well...I don't know...it's weird...I actually did want to suck it very badly. And I knew he wanted me to. And he knew I wanted to, which turned me on. He had his hand on the back of my neck and, not really forcefully or anything, but just enough to sort of take the decision out of my hands, he pushed me toward his cock, and I..."
I grabbed her hips and held her tight against me. If she had moved a centimeter at that point, I would have cum instantly and I wanted to hear her story before I came.
"Oooh, you like this too huh?" she giggled. "Okay, so I opened my mouth and just sort of let it happen, I mean, his dick touching my lips and then pushing into my mouth. I kept pumping him with my hand while I stretched my mouth around the top of his dick. It was different, you know, being able to both jack him off and go down on him at the same time. There was just so much to work with," she giggled a little.
"So you liked it?" I asked, reaching around to start touching her again.
"Yes," she said. "It surprised me how much, but yes I liked it. When I was down on him as far as I could go, he completely filled my mouth. There was just so much of him, not just length, but it was just...just...giant. And it made me want to make him cum. I could hear people walking around the car in the parking lot, but I did not care if I got caught or who saw me, at that point I just wanted to suck him and jack him until he came." She was bucking against me a little again, even though we were both trying very hard to keep still. She just couldn't help it.
"Oh," I said. "So is that what happened?"
"Oooh....I sucked him for a while, just....mmmmmmmmm.....just exploring his cock with my mouth and tongue and......ohhhhhhhh.....he just sat back and let me know it was good for him too and......ohhhhhh fuuuuuucccckkkk......I...I kept jacking him, sometimes with both hands, and I must have sucked him for 10 minutes when....ohhhhhh....he.....he....he...."
"What? What?" I asked, dying for her to finish. Now we were fucking again and I was close to coming, but I couldn't stop at this point now.
"He put his hand on the back of my head and told me he was going to cum, so.....ohhhhh.....but he pushed my head...mmmm...down...but....but I didn't mind.... then he....oooooh....he came....he came.....sooooooo much," and with that both Carla and I came, I could feel my dick throb and spasm like it never had before. I was cumming in waves, it was unbelievably prolonged and it felt like an impossible amount of cum shooting out of me into my little wife as she gripped both my arms and came herself. She continued as I was still cumming, "I could feel him getting bigger right before he came....it was amazing...then oh my god, a flood of it hit the back of my throat, and I tried to swallow, but it was....it was....all over everything," she said. And the thought of my beautiful Carla's face covered with his cum brought a few more spasms. "I tried to swallow it...but he...he just kept cumming and it dripped down his shaft all over my hands and....when...when I pulled back to swallow...a load he...he would shoot some more and it got all over everything....," and finally both Carla and my orgasms wound down, and our breathing slowed down, muscles unclenched until we could breathe easy again.
"So it was a mess?" I asked after a minute of silence.
"Oh yeah," she said, still lying on top of me with me still inside her. "We actually laughed about how much there was, and how it was everywhere...on me...on him...on parts of the car. We laughed about me having to get a shower before I could see you."
"So? So did you? I mean how did you clean up before you came home?" I asked, relaxing in the deep contentment of post-orgasm release.
Carla went silent for a second. Clearly she was wondering if she should admit something. "You promise you won't be upset?" she asked.
"No," I said, but I admit there might have been a little concern in my voice.
"Okay, but remember you said you wouldn't be upset," she said. "I...well...I swallowed it, all of it. We were just playing around and I knew it would turn him on and, it kind of turned me on too, so I just started licking it up from my hands and his shaft and, he loved it, and would wipe it off my face or out of my hair or whatever and would let me lick it from his hands."
I started getting hard again, imagining the naughty smile on her face as she looked up him, proudly licking up his cum and swallowing it for him. And imagining the thoughts going through his mind, this 23-year old kid who now had a very hot married woman servicing him like this.
"I felt so dirty, and talking about it now I feel so silly that I did that, but it seemed very hot at the time," she said. "And judging by your reaction," she patted my dick which had become hard again, "you must think it's pretty hot." She rolled over to face me, still laying on top of me and reached around behind her to start rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy lips.
"So we cleaned up, and pretty quickly said our goodbyes, and I got out and drove home," she said. "My heart was pounding all the way home, and I was wondering how I could ever talk to you knowing what I had just done. But I did, I just walked in like nothing had happened. I sat beside you on the couch and kissed you. I remembered you kissed me back very deeply and I was worried that you might ....know, you know, that you might.....well, since I had so much of his...you know....cum in my mouth, that you would...well, anyway..you didn't. And we started talking about my day, and just like that I was back to just being your little wife. I think that's everything from that night," she said as I pushed up into her again. "So what do you think?" she asked.
"You're so...so....naughty," I said.
"I know!" She said, giggling.
"So have you talked to him since?" I asked her.
"Oh baby," she said, "I'm not finished telling you everything yet," and she sat up so that she was riding me. Her flat stomach going up and down while she smiled down at me, enjoying the look on my face.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Oh PLEEAASE keep going!! 
This is GREAT stuff!!
This is GREAT stuff!!
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Dude, please...we need more of this story.
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
We definitely need the next installment ... great story ...
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
I was growing hard again as she slid up and down. It might have been my imagination, but she seemed to slide up and down a little easier then she had times before. It still felt incredible to me, and she seemed to be enjoying herself, but taking my dick certainly wasn't causing her to gasp or moan or anything. Had she always been able to ride me so easily? Did I seem small to her now?
Again she was growing in confidence, and the look on her face was of a woman who knew her way around a bedroom. She was riding me and enjoyed how it was driving me crazy, while she remained in total control.
She slowed down and started talking again. "So that night, after you were asleep, I logged into the dating site and he had just sent a quick message that he had a great time and asking when he could see me again?"
I grabbed Carla's hips and held her tight against me, sliding her around in circles, it felt incredible. "So what did you say?"
"Well, I didn't reply that night, I was still pretty much in shock," she said. "I couldn't believe I'd really done it, and I wasn't sure where I was headed. But the thought of doing it again, well...let's just say it was an exciting night."
"So I tried not to think about it the next day," she continued. "But it was always right there in my head, and so vivid too. By the end of the day, I could feel how he felt in my hands, and how it felt to have him pushing up into my mouth, stretching my mouth so wide so full of him, how his skin tasted and felt, how it felt to swallow him. It seemed so real and fresh in my mind, and I was driving myself crazy thinking about it. Even though my jaw was sore," she giggled. "You remember, we had a nice little dinner and a movie, and as soon as the movie was over, I jumped you."
"Oh yeah," I remembered, "you were soaking wet. And I was wondering why, because the movie was terrible."
She laughed and continued slowly moving up and down. "Like I said, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Thank god you were here, so I got some relief. But even afterward, I still kept thinking about it, driving myself crazy. So you fell asleep, and I got online and emailed him back that we could do it again soon. I was pretty bold this time, I was pretty clear that we didn't need to spend all that time in public this time, we could go right back to where we left off."
Again I had to stop her from moving so that I didn't cum. "So you wanted to give him head again?"
"Yes sweetie, I did," she said, a guilty smile playing across her face as she looked down at me. "I don't know why, but I did."
"But, you don't like giving me head. I'm not trying to make you feel bad or guilty or anything, I just don't understand," I said.
"I don't either," she admitted. "I just felt like I needed to feel it again in my hands and my mouth, and to see the look on his face as he, well, sort of made me his, in a way. I even liked him thinking of me as his little cocksucker and another girl who wanted him to cum in their mouth. As bad as that sounds, I liked the feeling. I wanted to show him how badly I wanted his big dick. It's not something I feel right doing with you. I know that's unfair, but...."
"It's okay," I said, somehow both turned on and disappointed at the same time. "Go on..."
She put her hands on my chest and started moving again. "So we set up a meeting for 2 days later. This time we met at another bar. This time just outside of town. Somewhere we really weren't likely to see any of our friends or anything."
"Where was I?" I asked.
"You were working late. Remember you were so busy?" she said. "So we met, and this time we didn't spend much time in the bar. I had two glasses of wine, which I drank very quickly, and we went back out to his car again."
Again she was growing in confidence, and the look on her face was of a woman who knew her way around a bedroom. She was riding me and enjoyed how it was driving me crazy, while she remained in total control.
She slowed down and started talking again. "So that night, after you were asleep, I logged into the dating site and he had just sent a quick message that he had a great time and asking when he could see me again?"
I grabbed Carla's hips and held her tight against me, sliding her around in circles, it felt incredible. "So what did you say?"
"Well, I didn't reply that night, I was still pretty much in shock," she said. "I couldn't believe I'd really done it, and I wasn't sure where I was headed. But the thought of doing it again, well...let's just say it was an exciting night."
"So I tried not to think about it the next day," she continued. "But it was always right there in my head, and so vivid too. By the end of the day, I could feel how he felt in my hands, and how it felt to have him pushing up into my mouth, stretching my mouth so wide so full of him, how his skin tasted and felt, how it felt to swallow him. It seemed so real and fresh in my mind, and I was driving myself crazy thinking about it. Even though my jaw was sore," she giggled. "You remember, we had a nice little dinner and a movie, and as soon as the movie was over, I jumped you."
"Oh yeah," I remembered, "you were soaking wet. And I was wondering why, because the movie was terrible."
She laughed and continued slowly moving up and down. "Like I said, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Thank god you were here, so I got some relief. But even afterward, I still kept thinking about it, driving myself crazy. So you fell asleep, and I got online and emailed him back that we could do it again soon. I was pretty bold this time, I was pretty clear that we didn't need to spend all that time in public this time, we could go right back to where we left off."
Again I had to stop her from moving so that I didn't cum. "So you wanted to give him head again?"
"Yes sweetie, I did," she said, a guilty smile playing across her face as she looked down at me. "I don't know why, but I did."
"But, you don't like giving me head. I'm not trying to make you feel bad or guilty or anything, I just don't understand," I said.
"I don't either," she admitted. "I just felt like I needed to feel it again in my hands and my mouth, and to see the look on his face as he, well, sort of made me his, in a way. I even liked him thinking of me as his little cocksucker and another girl who wanted him to cum in their mouth. As bad as that sounds, I liked the feeling. I wanted to show him how badly I wanted his big dick. It's not something I feel right doing with you. I know that's unfair, but...."
"It's okay," I said, somehow both turned on and disappointed at the same time. "Go on..."
She put her hands on my chest and started moving again. "So we set up a meeting for 2 days later. This time we met at another bar. This time just outside of town. Somewhere we really weren't likely to see any of our friends or anything."
"Where was I?" I asked.
"You were working late. Remember you were so busy?" she said. "So we met, and this time we didn't spend much time in the bar. I had two glasses of wine, which I drank very quickly, and we went back out to his car again."
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Outstanding installment Will. Thanks for your time and effort, and please keep going. 
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
"So where was this?" I asked, wanting more details so I could picture the whole thing in my mind. It was still difficult to wrap my head around the whole concept to begin with.
"You know that little place, Jonny's? It's really not too far from here, but we just never go over that way. And neither do any of our friends."
"Yeah, but that is a REAL dive," I said, trying to picture my wife in that place. "I mean did you wear leather or a ripped up denim skirt or what?"
She laughed. "No silly. I actually asked Brian if he wanted me to slut it up for him a little, you know tease my hair, heavy makeup, short skirt, all that. I thought it might be fun if he wanted me to. But he said he actually likes me looking prim and proper when we meet. I think it turns him on to take someone who looks like a good little wife and turn them into his...well...cock whore, or whatever term you guys use." She thought it was funny.
It made me so hard I thought I was going to explode and I gripped her hips tighter. She noticed the effect it had on me "Ooh! You like it too huh?" she started bouncing faster, smiling at the complete control she had on me. "You like your good little wife going out in her nice little outfits to meet her big cock?" she asked in a patronizing voice that was causing me to absolutely lose it.
"Please....please....," I begged her, breathless as she struggled to keep bouncing up and down while I struggled to hold her down against. "You have to stop that....I...I won't be able....to....to....," and she finally stopped, showing a little mercy, but really enjoying herself.
After a minute of trying to remain absolutely still, trying to come back from the edge of orgasm, I said "so you probably didn't fit in at Jonny's at all."
"No. Not at all. I stuck out like a sore thumb, and was a little nervous at first. Everyone was looking at me. Guys playing pool. Some women drinking at the bar. They were all clearly regulars, and weren't too friendly. But then I found Brian at a little table in the corner and felt better."
"So you had a few drinks and went out to his car?" I asked, getting us back to where she had left off earlier before I asked for more details.
"Yes," she said. "I really guzzled down two glasses of wine. Brian had taken my hand and put it on his jeans under the table. It's funny, I would never have thought something like that would work with a girl like me. But I had been dying to feel it again, so I was glad to get my hands back on it, and I got him hard again there in the bar. And I could feel myself becoming soaking wet."
"So he asked you to go out to the car?" I said. "Just like that?"
"Well, we had emailed about it plenty," Carla said. "We knew that was what we were there for. So it wasn't all that bold of him. But yes, he just leaned over and whispered in my ear 'are you ready to go suck my dick again?' And for some reason, it sent chills all through my body. I didn't need to answer him, I'm sure the answer was written all over my face. I took the last swallow of wine, and we walked out of there pretty quickly."
"You know that little place, Jonny's? It's really not too far from here, but we just never go over that way. And neither do any of our friends."
"Yeah, but that is a REAL dive," I said, trying to picture my wife in that place. "I mean did you wear leather or a ripped up denim skirt or what?"
She laughed. "No silly. I actually asked Brian if he wanted me to slut it up for him a little, you know tease my hair, heavy makeup, short skirt, all that. I thought it might be fun if he wanted me to. But he said he actually likes me looking prim and proper when we meet. I think it turns him on to take someone who looks like a good little wife and turn them into his...well...cock whore, or whatever term you guys use." She thought it was funny.
It made me so hard I thought I was going to explode and I gripped her hips tighter. She noticed the effect it had on me "Ooh! You like it too huh?" she started bouncing faster, smiling at the complete control she had on me. "You like your good little wife going out in her nice little outfits to meet her big cock?" she asked in a patronizing voice that was causing me to absolutely lose it.
"Please....please....," I begged her, breathless as she struggled to keep bouncing up and down while I struggled to hold her down against. "You have to stop that....I...I won't be able....to....to....," and she finally stopped, showing a little mercy, but really enjoying herself.
After a minute of trying to remain absolutely still, trying to come back from the edge of orgasm, I said "so you probably didn't fit in at Jonny's at all."
"No. Not at all. I stuck out like a sore thumb, and was a little nervous at first. Everyone was looking at me. Guys playing pool. Some women drinking at the bar. They were all clearly regulars, and weren't too friendly. But then I found Brian at a little table in the corner and felt better."
"So you had a few drinks and went out to his car?" I asked, getting us back to where she had left off earlier before I asked for more details.
"Yes," she said. "I really guzzled down two glasses of wine. Brian had taken my hand and put it on his jeans under the table. It's funny, I would never have thought something like that would work with a girl like me. But I had been dying to feel it again, so I was glad to get my hands back on it, and I got him hard again there in the bar. And I could feel myself becoming soaking wet."
"So he asked you to go out to the car?" I said. "Just like that?"
"Well, we had emailed about it plenty," Carla said. "We knew that was what we were there for. So it wasn't all that bold of him. But yes, he just leaned over and whispered in my ear 'are you ready to go suck my dick again?' And for some reason, it sent chills all through my body. I didn't need to answer him, I'm sure the answer was written all over my face. I took the last swallow of wine, and we walked out of there pretty quickly."
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
"Did you make out this time?" I asked.
"We did a little, but we got straight into his car this time. I leaned over and we made out while I unzipped his pants and pulled it out. I was pretty desperate to get it out, and he was glad to let me play with it. So we were kissing pretty passionately while I pulled him out and started jacking him off."
I rolled her off of me. "I can't be in you for this. It's not that I don't enjoy it. In fact it turns me on too much. There's no way I won't cum if you're fucking me while you tell me this. I'm sorry is that okay?"
She slid off me to lay beside me on the bed again and said "Okay sweetheart, it's crazy that this turns you on this much." She grabbed my dick in her hand and squeezed a little while leaning in to whisper in my ear, coolly and almost wickedly: "But you should know, I don't think it would be a problem for Brian."
That was it. My muscles tightened and I came instantly, and very hard too. I had convulsions in my stomach and legs, and I shot a very large load, up on to my chest and I even felt a few drops splattering up onto my face.
"Oh my," my wife said, amazed at the intensity and speed of the orgasm, and at the power just a few words from her had over me. "That was a lot of cum, for you."
After two orgasms, I was normally finished. After breathing deeply for a minute, I got up and went to the bathroom to wipe myself off. As I wiped the warm washcloth over my stomach, I couldn't help but wonder if she would've let Brian wipe himself off, or if she would have gone in to lick it off of him, the way she had done on their first meeting.
It was very late and I was exhausted. Plus, after the second orgasm, I had a little bit of a retreat from the sexual urgency and wasn't sure I was up to hearing about more, so I slid back in bed beside Carla and kissed her on the cheek and asked if she wanted me to make her cum again. She said "No, I'm sleepy too, and there's probably too much of this story to finish tonight," and she rolled over, pulling my arm around her and snuggling her ass up against me.
I tried to sleep, but was wondering what she meant about "too much of this story" left. Clearly there had been more than just that second meeting, or at least it had turned into something more than the first. And she certainly didn't seem disappointed that I wasn't going to bring her to another orgasm. Did that mean she had had plenty? With me? With Brian earlier? Was she planning to see him again soon and so she knew she'd be satisfied? The questions were rolling around in my head. Carla drifted off to sleep very easily, but it took me a long time before complete exhaustion took over and I drifted off.
I slept pretty fitfully. Waking up several times, each time out of a dream of discovering Carla with another guy, either in a restaurant, a parking lot, or having sex in our house. In the last one, I came home and Carla's car was in the driveway and a strange car parked in front of our house. The front door unlocked, but no one downstairs. You know where this is leading, and in the dream I did too, but I still went through the motions of checking for Carla in the kitchen, den, living area. Finally I went up the stairs toward our bedroom, and could hear her grunting and making other sounds of intense pleasure. From the sounds of it they were going at it very hard and fast, and she was completely out of control. I walked to the bedroom door and she was sitting on him, riding him, while he was ramming upward very quickly. He was huge of course, and she had her head back looking straight up, her hands were gripping his arms tightly and her whole body shook. She was definitely cumming very hard and neither of them saw me at first. Then, the guy in the dream saw me before Carla did, she was still cumming, and he grinned and started power-fucking her, enjoying making me watch every minute of it. She was yelling in rhythm to his thrusts now, each time he pushed up into her, she let out a loud moan, until it blended into a long continued crescendo as she came again. Then she collapsed onto him, and he told her I was home. She just looked up at me and said "Oh Will, hi..." as nonchalantly as if I'd walked in on her gardening or reading.
And that's when I woke up the last time. It was 7am and Carla had already gotten up and I could hear her in the shower. She had cheery music on and was getting ready for work. I got up and went into the bathroom, seeing her amazing figure through the translucent shower door. She was singing along with the radio, clearly in a good mood, while my mind was still racing about what else she had to tell me, and whether she already had more plans to meet Brian, maybe even today.
She got out of the shower and saw me looking. "You like?" she said, bouncing over to me as she wrapped a towel around her, and gave me a quick kiss. The water dripping down her olive skin, her hair smelling fresh and clean, I was hard again quickly, and she teased me when she turned around to the sink to get ready, by leaning over and rubbing her amazing little ass against my boxers. "Oh, I see your little soldier's back at attention again," she said wiping her face dry.
"We did a little, but we got straight into his car this time. I leaned over and we made out while I unzipped his pants and pulled it out. I was pretty desperate to get it out, and he was glad to let me play with it. So we were kissing pretty passionately while I pulled him out and started jacking him off."
I rolled her off of me. "I can't be in you for this. It's not that I don't enjoy it. In fact it turns me on too much. There's no way I won't cum if you're fucking me while you tell me this. I'm sorry is that okay?"
She slid off me to lay beside me on the bed again and said "Okay sweetheart, it's crazy that this turns you on this much." She grabbed my dick in her hand and squeezed a little while leaning in to whisper in my ear, coolly and almost wickedly: "But you should know, I don't think it would be a problem for Brian."
That was it. My muscles tightened and I came instantly, and very hard too. I had convulsions in my stomach and legs, and I shot a very large load, up on to my chest and I even felt a few drops splattering up onto my face.
"Oh my," my wife said, amazed at the intensity and speed of the orgasm, and at the power just a few words from her had over me. "That was a lot of cum, for you."
After two orgasms, I was normally finished. After breathing deeply for a minute, I got up and went to the bathroom to wipe myself off. As I wiped the warm washcloth over my stomach, I couldn't help but wonder if she would've let Brian wipe himself off, or if she would have gone in to lick it off of him, the way she had done on their first meeting.
It was very late and I was exhausted. Plus, after the second orgasm, I had a little bit of a retreat from the sexual urgency and wasn't sure I was up to hearing about more, so I slid back in bed beside Carla and kissed her on the cheek and asked if she wanted me to make her cum again. She said "No, I'm sleepy too, and there's probably too much of this story to finish tonight," and she rolled over, pulling my arm around her and snuggling her ass up against me.
I tried to sleep, but was wondering what she meant about "too much of this story" left. Clearly there had been more than just that second meeting, or at least it had turned into something more than the first. And she certainly didn't seem disappointed that I wasn't going to bring her to another orgasm. Did that mean she had had plenty? With me? With Brian earlier? Was she planning to see him again soon and so she knew she'd be satisfied? The questions were rolling around in my head. Carla drifted off to sleep very easily, but it took me a long time before complete exhaustion took over and I drifted off.
I slept pretty fitfully. Waking up several times, each time out of a dream of discovering Carla with another guy, either in a restaurant, a parking lot, or having sex in our house. In the last one, I came home and Carla's car was in the driveway and a strange car parked in front of our house. The front door unlocked, but no one downstairs. You know where this is leading, and in the dream I did too, but I still went through the motions of checking for Carla in the kitchen, den, living area. Finally I went up the stairs toward our bedroom, and could hear her grunting and making other sounds of intense pleasure. From the sounds of it they were going at it very hard and fast, and she was completely out of control. I walked to the bedroom door and she was sitting on him, riding him, while he was ramming upward very quickly. He was huge of course, and she had her head back looking straight up, her hands were gripping his arms tightly and her whole body shook. She was definitely cumming very hard and neither of them saw me at first. Then, the guy in the dream saw me before Carla did, she was still cumming, and he grinned and started power-fucking her, enjoying making me watch every minute of it. She was yelling in rhythm to his thrusts now, each time he pushed up into her, she let out a loud moan, until it blended into a long continued crescendo as she came again. Then she collapsed onto him, and he told her I was home. She just looked up at me and said "Oh Will, hi..." as nonchalantly as if I'd walked in on her gardening or reading.
And that's when I woke up the last time. It was 7am and Carla had already gotten up and I could hear her in the shower. She had cheery music on and was getting ready for work. I got up and went into the bathroom, seeing her amazing figure through the translucent shower door. She was singing along with the radio, clearly in a good mood, while my mind was still racing about what else she had to tell me, and whether she already had more plans to meet Brian, maybe even today.
She got out of the shower and saw me looking. "You like?" she said, bouncing over to me as she wrapped a towel around her, and gave me a quick kiss. The water dripping down her olive skin, her hair smelling fresh and clean, I was hard again quickly, and she teased me when she turned around to the sink to get ready, by leaning over and rubbing her amazing little ass against my boxers. "Oh, I see your little soldier's back at attention again," she said wiping her face dry.
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
The long, slow tease is great and "little soldier" was priceless. Can't wait for more. Thanks!