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My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
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Great story - keep it up 
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[thanks very much guys, I appreciate it]
"That's nice," Carla said. "It lets me know you like it. And it's important that you still like it when I tell you this next part."
"Oh god," I said again, in a voice that left no mistake I was dying to hear what came next. Now she was laying looking away from me, and I had my hands on both of her hips and was pushing in and out of her pretty solidly. Her little ass looked so good as I disappeared in and out.
She giggled a little. "Good," she said. "So after a while, I sort of sat up, still stroking him, but looking into his eyes with kind of a funny smile. After a few seconds he smiled and just said 'well?' I'm sure I blushed and said something stupid like 'well, what?' He just chuckled, and then he reached over to his nightstand and slid the drawer open. He pulled out a tube of clear lubrication and handed it to me. I'm sure I was still blushing, but I squeezed some out in my hand and started rubbing it up and down his dick. It was a big tube, but I probably used half of it, just to be sure." She paused and said over her shoulder, "you still okay back there?"
"Unh-hunh," I said quickly. I was so turned on I was having trouble breathing, imagining my wife's tan little hands applying the lube on his dick, getting him ready to take her.
"Okay," she continued. "He just continued to lay back on his bed, his hands folded behind his head while I worked that lube all over his dick. I took much longer than I needed to I'm sure, I was still a little nervous about trying to...you know. Finally, he grabbed one of my wrists and pulled me gently forward toward him. I went with it and we, um, we kissed. For a while in fact. We hadn't made out like that before, but I was really letting myself get into it, just very sloppy, wet kissing while I slid up and down his body. I could feel his dick underneath me and finally he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. I moved so that he could get them off, and he had both my shorts and my underwear down around my ankles in no time. I felt silly half-dressed, so I took off my t-shirt, and then I was just sitting on his legs, completely naked and working his dick with my hands. I could feel myself getting so fucking wet. I mean it was unreal how wet I was, just sitting there. We just looked at each other for a minute or two. He was clearly enjoying the look on my face and I was checking myself one last time mentally to make sure I was ready for it because I knew at this point...well, there would be no... no going back."
I pushed myself as far into her as I could and had to stop again because I was teetering on the edge of cumming, and I didn't want to yet. It felt so incredible, being led to this edge so easily over and over again, with the picture of my wife naked and astride this stud in my head. The story she was telling me was so much better than the thousands of fantasies I'd pictured over the years.
"Should I continue?" she asked.
"Yes, yes please," I begged.
"That's nice," Carla said. "It lets me know you like it. And it's important that you still like it when I tell you this next part."
"Oh god," I said again, in a voice that left no mistake I was dying to hear what came next. Now she was laying looking away from me, and I had my hands on both of her hips and was pushing in and out of her pretty solidly. Her little ass looked so good as I disappeared in and out.
She giggled a little. "Good," she said. "So after a while, I sort of sat up, still stroking him, but looking into his eyes with kind of a funny smile. After a few seconds he smiled and just said 'well?' I'm sure I blushed and said something stupid like 'well, what?' He just chuckled, and then he reached over to his nightstand and slid the drawer open. He pulled out a tube of clear lubrication and handed it to me. I'm sure I was still blushing, but I squeezed some out in my hand and started rubbing it up and down his dick. It was a big tube, but I probably used half of it, just to be sure." She paused and said over her shoulder, "you still okay back there?"
"Unh-hunh," I said quickly. I was so turned on I was having trouble breathing, imagining my wife's tan little hands applying the lube on his dick, getting him ready to take her.
"Okay," she continued. "He just continued to lay back on his bed, his hands folded behind his head while I worked that lube all over his dick. I took much longer than I needed to I'm sure, I was still a little nervous about trying to...you know. Finally, he grabbed one of my wrists and pulled me gently forward toward him. I went with it and we, um, we kissed. For a while in fact. We hadn't made out like that before, but I was really letting myself get into it, just very sloppy, wet kissing while I slid up and down his body. I could feel his dick underneath me and finally he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. I moved so that he could get them off, and he had both my shorts and my underwear down around my ankles in no time. I felt silly half-dressed, so I took off my t-shirt, and then I was just sitting on his legs, completely naked and working his dick with my hands. I could feel myself getting so fucking wet. I mean it was unreal how wet I was, just sitting there. We just looked at each other for a minute or two. He was clearly enjoying the look on my face and I was checking myself one last time mentally to make sure I was ready for it because I knew at this point...well, there would be no... no going back."
I pushed myself as far into her as I could and had to stop again because I was teetering on the edge of cumming, and I didn't want to yet. It felt so incredible, being led to this edge so easily over and over again, with the picture of my wife naked and astride this stud in my head. The story she was telling me was so much better than the thousands of fantasies I'd pictured over the years.
"Should I continue?" she asked.
"Yes, yes please," I begged.
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
I missed this latest installment due to being out of town for Memorial Day. I love this story and can't wait for the next part.
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[thanks Gregdg]
"Okay, I'll continue if you're absolutely sure you want to hear this," she said.
"Yes, yes, please, please continue," I said desperately.
"Please be sure," she said. "Because once I tell you, you won't be able to un-hear it, you know what I mean? You'll never be able to make this go away."
"YES!!!" I was going crazy, pushing into her and breathing in short, sharp breaths, my imagination frozen on the image of her sitting on him, stroking his huge, lubed dick, about to take an irreversible step.
"Okay," she exhaled, collecting herself. "So I was just sitting there, slowly jacking him off with both hands, getting up the nerve to take the final step. I was dying for it at this point. But I knew that once I did it there was no going back, so it took me a minute. Then I heard my text ringtone in my purse on the floor and I knew it was you, probably wondering where the hell I was, and it made me realize I didn't have all day. So I leaned forward and we started kissing again."
"Oh?" I said in mock surprise. "You didn't think of your devoted husband waiting at home, running errands for you and wondering where you were? My text didn't make you think about running out of there, back to my open arms? Instead, it made you even more eager to have another man inside you."
"Oh...," she said. She could tell I was just teasing her but it did make her think. "Oh, I guess not, I'm sorry honey, at that point I was as horny as I've ever been in my life, I was basically like an animal in heat, there was just no stopping myself. So I guess I was just too focused on what we were doing. Does that upset you?"
I kissed the back of her neck softly and whispered in her ear, "No. What happened next?"
"Good," she said. "We started making out again, like before, except this time I didn't have any clothes on at all, so when we were grinding, I could feel the huge head of his dick directly against my pussy. We were both so wet and slippery, and I was rubbing myself up and down the bottom of his shaft, which felt incredible, sliding underneath me. I mean it was just so much meat!" When she said this, her voice changed and she was almost growling. "It felt far too big to ever fit inside me, but I was kind of going crazy at this point, just sliding my pussy all over his dick. I knew I was acting like a whore, but my god it felt good and I just wanted more."
I was fucking her very slowly and deliberately while she talked, but she was making herself horny and circling her hips and bucking back against me. She was soaking wet and it felt absolutely incredible. Plus with the images she was putting in my head, I felt like I was constantly on the edge of cumming and I was straining and fighting so hard to stop myself from losing it.
"Finally," she said, "I had to have it inside me, so I started sliding up and over his head and pushing back down."
"Oh god," I said.
"The head of his dick would start to go in me, but it was so big and we were so wet that it would usually sort of slip out to the side without really going inside. It was driving me crazy, and he was definitely enjoying it, but after a few minutes of this he wanted to have me. So, he reached down and grabbed his dick with one hand and grabbed my hip with his other and he positioned his dick so that it was about to go into me, and he held it straight while he guided me back onto it. I had to wriggle around a little to let the head find its way between my, you know, my lips. Then we rocked up and down just slightly, until, little by little, he made his way inside."
"God, what did it feel like?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Fucking incredible," she said. "Just unbelievable honey. He must have been hitting every nerve I have down there. I felt like I couldn't possibly stretch that far, but finally the head of his dick was completely inside me, and we made out for a while like that, and I just wriggled around with him right there, while I got used to it."
"Okay, I'll continue if you're absolutely sure you want to hear this," she said.
"Yes, yes, please, please continue," I said desperately.
"Please be sure," she said. "Because once I tell you, you won't be able to un-hear it, you know what I mean? You'll never be able to make this go away."
"YES!!!" I was going crazy, pushing into her and breathing in short, sharp breaths, my imagination frozen on the image of her sitting on him, stroking his huge, lubed dick, about to take an irreversible step.
"Okay," she exhaled, collecting herself. "So I was just sitting there, slowly jacking him off with both hands, getting up the nerve to take the final step. I was dying for it at this point. But I knew that once I did it there was no going back, so it took me a minute. Then I heard my text ringtone in my purse on the floor and I knew it was you, probably wondering where the hell I was, and it made me realize I didn't have all day. So I leaned forward and we started kissing again."
"Oh?" I said in mock surprise. "You didn't think of your devoted husband waiting at home, running errands for you and wondering where you were? My text didn't make you think about running out of there, back to my open arms? Instead, it made you even more eager to have another man inside you."
"Oh...," she said. She could tell I was just teasing her but it did make her think. "Oh, I guess not, I'm sorry honey, at that point I was as horny as I've ever been in my life, I was basically like an animal in heat, there was just no stopping myself. So I guess I was just too focused on what we were doing. Does that upset you?"
I kissed the back of her neck softly and whispered in her ear, "No. What happened next?"
"Good," she said. "We started making out again, like before, except this time I didn't have any clothes on at all, so when we were grinding, I could feel the huge head of his dick directly against my pussy. We were both so wet and slippery, and I was rubbing myself up and down the bottom of his shaft, which felt incredible, sliding underneath me. I mean it was just so much meat!" When she said this, her voice changed and she was almost growling. "It felt far too big to ever fit inside me, but I was kind of going crazy at this point, just sliding my pussy all over his dick. I knew I was acting like a whore, but my god it felt good and I just wanted more."
I was fucking her very slowly and deliberately while she talked, but she was making herself horny and circling her hips and bucking back against me. She was soaking wet and it felt absolutely incredible. Plus with the images she was putting in my head, I felt like I was constantly on the edge of cumming and I was straining and fighting so hard to stop myself from losing it.
"Finally," she said, "I had to have it inside me, so I started sliding up and over his head and pushing back down."
"Oh god," I said.
"The head of his dick would start to go in me, but it was so big and we were so wet that it would usually sort of slip out to the side without really going inside. It was driving me crazy, and he was definitely enjoying it, but after a few minutes of this he wanted to have me. So, he reached down and grabbed his dick with one hand and grabbed my hip with his other and he positioned his dick so that it was about to go into me, and he held it straight while he guided me back onto it. I had to wriggle around a little to let the head find its way between my, you know, my lips. Then we rocked up and down just slightly, until, little by little, he made his way inside."
"God, what did it feel like?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Fucking incredible," she said. "Just unbelievable honey. He must have been hitting every nerve I have down there. I felt like I couldn't possibly stretch that far, but finally the head of his dick was completely inside me, and we made out for a while like that, and I just wriggled around with him right there, while I got used to it."
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Holy shit. This thread has me rock hard.
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A great thread!
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More please... lol
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Will7268 is quite the skilled writer and every bit as much of a tease as his Carla is. Well done.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
[thanks very much guys - I really appreciate it]
I couldn't recall a time I'd ever been turned on this intensely. I could vividly picture her sitting atop this much bigger guy, experiencing a truly big dick for the first time in her life, and finally understanding what the fuss was about. But I wanted more details. "Were you guys saying anything? Was it all just grunting? What was it like...between you I mean?"
"I'm sure I said 'oh my god' and 'oh fuck' like a thousand times while we tried to work it in. But just things like that mostly, nothing exciting," she said.
'Nothing exciting?!' I thought. 'She really has no idea what this does to me.' "Were you completely out of control, screaming? Or quietly whispering? What?"
She giggled at how much I hungered for every detail of her sex life. How desperate I sounded.
"Well, I think it was all over the place," she said. "There were certainly points when he hit a spot or stretched me a certain way that send waves all through me and I'm sure I was a little louder. But a lot of the time, it was very...ahm.... practical, just working together to try to get that thing into me," she giggled.
This turned me on as much as anything. My wife and this other man working together, like a team, working toward one goal: to get his very big dick inside her. A goal that would make her only more his in a way, and would make me more submissive and out of control for her to keep doing it. The thought of where it was inevitably leading both turned me on and frightened me. What's more, it turned me on that I couldn't have stopped myself from wanting it no matter how much it frightened me.
I really felt weak all over, even while being this excited by it. "Was he...was he saying anything?" I asked.
She thought for a second. "He was. I don't know if I should say everything...I mean I don't know if it will embarrass or hurt you. I don't know if there's some things you shouldn't hear."
"I promise I'll be okay honey," I said, with as much assurance as I could muster, given that my breathing was rushed and out of control. "What was he saying?"
"Okaaaayyy," she said with a little doubt in her voice. "Well, he was commenting about how tight I was. He told me not to worry, that he'd been with girls before who weren't used to his size at first, and that they'd all gotten used to it and loved it. And sometimes..., well, he'd ask if I liked his big dick....he asked if it turned him on, you know...more than yours. He asked if...," and now Carla was turning herself on, just talking about it. Her breath was getting short and choppy like mine, and she was starting to move her hips back and forth with more intensity. "...if I wanted him to....ooooohhhh......to......god!.....to ... fuck me deeper.....oh fuckkkkkkk.....deeper than I'd ever been fucked.......OOOOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhh," she said, and she came hard while I grabbed her tight. I tried to hold her against me because every little move she made threatened to cause me to explode.
After a minute, after her trembling had slowed and her breathing started to slow, I said "I guess you told him 'yes'?"
She chuckled.
I couldn't recall a time I'd ever been turned on this intensely. I could vividly picture her sitting atop this much bigger guy, experiencing a truly big dick for the first time in her life, and finally understanding what the fuss was about. But I wanted more details. "Were you guys saying anything? Was it all just grunting? What was it like...between you I mean?"
"I'm sure I said 'oh my god' and 'oh fuck' like a thousand times while we tried to work it in. But just things like that mostly, nothing exciting," she said.
'Nothing exciting?!' I thought. 'She really has no idea what this does to me.' "Were you completely out of control, screaming? Or quietly whispering? What?"
She giggled at how much I hungered for every detail of her sex life. How desperate I sounded.
"Well, I think it was all over the place," she said. "There were certainly points when he hit a spot or stretched me a certain way that send waves all through me and I'm sure I was a little louder. But a lot of the time, it was very...ahm.... practical, just working together to try to get that thing into me," she giggled.
This turned me on as much as anything. My wife and this other man working together, like a team, working toward one goal: to get his very big dick inside her. A goal that would make her only more his in a way, and would make me more submissive and out of control for her to keep doing it. The thought of where it was inevitably leading both turned me on and frightened me. What's more, it turned me on that I couldn't have stopped myself from wanting it no matter how much it frightened me.
I really felt weak all over, even while being this excited by it. "Was he...was he saying anything?" I asked.
She thought for a second. "He was. I don't know if I should say everything...I mean I don't know if it will embarrass or hurt you. I don't know if there's some things you shouldn't hear."
"I promise I'll be okay honey," I said, with as much assurance as I could muster, given that my breathing was rushed and out of control. "What was he saying?"
"Okaaaayyy," she said with a little doubt in her voice. "Well, he was commenting about how tight I was. He told me not to worry, that he'd been with girls before who weren't used to his size at first, and that they'd all gotten used to it and loved it. And sometimes..., well, he'd ask if I liked his big dick....he asked if it turned him on, you know...more than yours. He asked if...," and now Carla was turning herself on, just talking about it. Her breath was getting short and choppy like mine, and she was starting to move her hips back and forth with more intensity. "...if I wanted him to....ooooohhhh......to......god!.....to ... fuck me deeper.....oh fuckkkkkkk.....deeper than I'd ever been fucked.......OOOOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhh," she said, and she came hard while I grabbed her tight. I tried to hold her against me because every little move she made threatened to cause me to explode.
After a minute, after her trembling had slowed and her breathing started to slow, I said "I guess you told him 'yes'?"
She chuckled.
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"Okay," I said. "So where were we?"
"Before you so rudely interrupted me?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, before I so rudely interrupted you. And made you cum, might I add."
"Well, I think that was only partly you," she looked back over her shoulder at me with a sly look. "Mostly it was thinking about what he had said to me before he, well, you know."
'Oh god,' I thought. 'She's already getting so good at playing up the cuckold aspects, and she's just started. What have I unleashed?' in a thought that was both panicked and incredibly turned on. "Fair enough," I said weakly and started slowly fucking her again.
"Good," she said. "I think we were talking about him getting the head of his dick inside me. And how I already felt completely stretched at that point. I think I told him I'd never had anything that big inside me. He just laughed a little and told me to reach behind me and feel how much dick he had left to push inside me. So, I reached back and grabbed him, and it still felt so...so....so fucking huge," she said. "I couldn't believe he could stretch me out that much and yet he had so much fucking dick still to work in. It felt....it felt....."
"Yes?" I asked, involuntarily picking up the pace a little.
"Here baby," she said. "I'll show you." She reached back and tried to grab my dick, but when I was inside her there wasn't enough room between us for her hand to even fit to grab me. "Well, you get the idea," she said, giggling slily at her pointed illustration of how different our size was.
"Oh fuck," I said, breathlessly, and clenched every muscle tightly, fighting back from another brink of orgasm.
"I thought you'd like that," she said. "Was I right?"
"God yes," I said. "Fucking hell, you're killing me tonight."
"Yeah," she said, "and we've only just gotten the head of his dick in me. Wait until we really get going."
"Before you so rudely interrupted me?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, before I so rudely interrupted you. And made you cum, might I add."
"Well, I think that was only partly you," she looked back over her shoulder at me with a sly look. "Mostly it was thinking about what he had said to me before he, well, you know."
'Oh god,' I thought. 'She's already getting so good at playing up the cuckold aspects, and she's just started. What have I unleashed?' in a thought that was both panicked and incredibly turned on. "Fair enough," I said weakly and started slowly fucking her again.
"Good," she said. "I think we were talking about him getting the head of his dick inside me. And how I already felt completely stretched at that point. I think I told him I'd never had anything that big inside me. He just laughed a little and told me to reach behind me and feel how much dick he had left to push inside me. So, I reached back and grabbed him, and it still felt so...so....so fucking huge," she said. "I couldn't believe he could stretch me out that much and yet he had so much fucking dick still to work in. It felt....it felt....."
"Yes?" I asked, involuntarily picking up the pace a little.
"Here baby," she said. "I'll show you." She reached back and tried to grab my dick, but when I was inside her there wasn't enough room between us for her hand to even fit to grab me. "Well, you get the idea," she said, giggling slily at her pointed illustration of how different our size was.
"Oh fuck," I said, breathlessly, and clenched every muscle tightly, fighting back from another brink of orgasm.
"I thought you'd like that," she said. "Was I right?"
"God yes," I said. "Fucking hell, you're killing me tonight."
"Yeah," she said, "and we've only just gotten the head of his dick in me. Wait until we really get going."
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I hate this tread. it really sucks ass. Do you know what I have to do to get internet! Well its alot...and then you put this on here. I came like a lot!!!! Went to hell and back to read the whole thing...reread previous sentence. And now I have a pre-vasectomy count this week...wanna guess what it it going to be?
Crap I hate this tread!
P.s. write more!
Crap I hate this tread!
P.s. write more!
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Careful you don't poke that tongue right through your cheek!orca_n_humpy wrote:I hate this tread. it really sucks ass. Do you know what I have to do to get internet! Well its alot...and then you put this on here. I came like a lot!!!! Went to hell and back to read the whole thing...reread previous sentence. And now I have a pre-vasectomy count this week...wanna guess what it it going to be?
Crap I hate this tread!
P.s. write more!
Two words that should rarely be used when discussing human behavior are 'always' and 'never'!
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
[thank you!]
"Before you...you really got going?" I asked excitedly and nervously.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled. She then slid beside me and started stroking me with her hand. I guess I just wasn't doing it for her in the vaginal intercourse arena.
"Yeah. But I hate to disappoint. We really didn't get too much further on Saturday," she said.
"Oh? How come?"
"Well, we were both pushing, but apparently, I'm really, really tight. You know I haven't had much experience with bigger guys, and so he was really pushing me further than my little pussy was used to. It felt good, don't get me wrong. But the width alone was putting a lot of pressure. So it was slow going to begin with and then you started calling."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I guess you were wondering where I was," she said. "My phone was ringing every few minutes, and I knew it was you."
I recalled exactly what she was talking about. I had finished working out, grocery shopping and a few other errands to come home to an empty house. I wasn't sure where she was, and had been all excited to go somewhere for lunch and a few drinks, but didn't know where she was.
"Sorry," I said, wondering why I felt the slightest bit of guilt for interrupting her fucking another man.
"Oh, it's alright," she said, still jacking me off, slowly but intensely. "He was only a couple of inches into me, and I was already pretty sore. And at first, he wanted me to answer it. I mean, he wanted me to pick up and talk to you while he was inside me."
This really turned me on, and by the way I jerked and caught my breath, my wife could tell it was a turn-on.
"Oh? You would've liked that?" she asked. "I have to admit, there was a part of me that wanted to do it, you know, be a little devious minx, talking to my husband while another man was in me. We laughed about it a little bit. But I knew that he's the mischievous type, and if I were to answer and he were to do anything, like thrust just a little bit while I was talking to you, just to play around, I knew it would make me make some noises that couldn't be explained by anything other than sex. And since I hadn't told you at that point....I guess I thought I'd get in trouble."
I was now building toward an orgasm that I knew I couldn't stop, and she was stroking me perfectly.
"So what happened then?" I asked.
"After about the 3rd time you called, I decided that it was time to call it a day. I have to say it was pretty hard to make that decision, I was still so curious what it would feel like when he got further into me. But I knew it wasn't going to happen quickly. So I pulled myself off of him."
"Was he disappointed?" I asked.
"Well, for a second," she said. "I slid down between his legs and sucked him until he came. I think he was fine with that. And I left you a message that I'd be home soon while I was doing it. He liked that. He certainly came a lot, I mean a lot!"
"God," I blurted, starting to spasm. "Did he cum in your mouth?"
She giggled. "Mostly," she said. "He told me not to swallow immediately, he said he wanted me to show it to him first, for some reason he likes to see it like that, my mouth full of his cum."
This actually turned me on so much that I bucked. I was completely out of breath. I was dying to hold back from cumming until she'd finished telling me the whole story, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. "Did...did you?" I asked.
"Wow!" she said. "That turns you on even more than it did him. But yes, yes, I did. I got a mouthful and crawled up to him and showed him that I was holding it like a good girl. He asked me to swirl my tongue around in it, gargle it, all kinds of silly things."
I started cumming, and there was no stopping this time. It felt like a flood, and as it landed on my stomach, it felt much hotter than it normally did.
She giggled again, stroking me through my orgasm. "Funny how hearing about his cum makes you cum," she said. "Anyway, it was difficult to hold that much in there for long, so finally I swallowed, licked my fingers clean (he liked) and left him relaxing in his bed."
I was still incredibly turned on, but at the same time as relaxed as I'd ever felt. "And you left and came back home to your husband?"
"Yes," she said, rubbing her nose against mine and talking in a playful little singsong voice, "yes, then I came straight home to my loving husband," and she kissed me deeply. And I couldn't help but try to remember if she'd kissed me that deeply when she returned from Brian's....
"Before you...you really got going?" I asked excitedly and nervously.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled. She then slid beside me and started stroking me with her hand. I guess I just wasn't doing it for her in the vaginal intercourse arena.
"Yeah. But I hate to disappoint. We really didn't get too much further on Saturday," she said.
"Oh? How come?"
"Well, we were both pushing, but apparently, I'm really, really tight. You know I haven't had much experience with bigger guys, and so he was really pushing me further than my little pussy was used to. It felt good, don't get me wrong. But the width alone was putting a lot of pressure. So it was slow going to begin with and then you started calling."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I guess you were wondering where I was," she said. "My phone was ringing every few minutes, and I knew it was you."
I recalled exactly what she was talking about. I had finished working out, grocery shopping and a few other errands to come home to an empty house. I wasn't sure where she was, and had been all excited to go somewhere for lunch and a few drinks, but didn't know where she was.
"Sorry," I said, wondering why I felt the slightest bit of guilt for interrupting her fucking another man.
"Oh, it's alright," she said, still jacking me off, slowly but intensely. "He was only a couple of inches into me, and I was already pretty sore. And at first, he wanted me to answer it. I mean, he wanted me to pick up and talk to you while he was inside me."
This really turned me on, and by the way I jerked and caught my breath, my wife could tell it was a turn-on.
"Oh? You would've liked that?" she asked. "I have to admit, there was a part of me that wanted to do it, you know, be a little devious minx, talking to my husband while another man was in me. We laughed about it a little bit. But I knew that he's the mischievous type, and if I were to answer and he were to do anything, like thrust just a little bit while I was talking to you, just to play around, I knew it would make me make some noises that couldn't be explained by anything other than sex. And since I hadn't told you at that point....I guess I thought I'd get in trouble."
I was now building toward an orgasm that I knew I couldn't stop, and she was stroking me perfectly.
"So what happened then?" I asked.
"After about the 3rd time you called, I decided that it was time to call it a day. I have to say it was pretty hard to make that decision, I was still so curious what it would feel like when he got further into me. But I knew it wasn't going to happen quickly. So I pulled myself off of him."
"Was he disappointed?" I asked.
"Well, for a second," she said. "I slid down between his legs and sucked him until he came. I think he was fine with that. And I left you a message that I'd be home soon while I was doing it. He liked that. He certainly came a lot, I mean a lot!"
"God," I blurted, starting to spasm. "Did he cum in your mouth?"
She giggled. "Mostly," she said. "He told me not to swallow immediately, he said he wanted me to show it to him first, for some reason he likes to see it like that, my mouth full of his cum."
This actually turned me on so much that I bucked. I was completely out of breath. I was dying to hold back from cumming until she'd finished telling me the whole story, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. "Did...did you?" I asked.
"Wow!" she said. "That turns you on even more than it did him. But yes, yes, I did. I got a mouthful and crawled up to him and showed him that I was holding it like a good girl. He asked me to swirl my tongue around in it, gargle it, all kinds of silly things."
I started cumming, and there was no stopping this time. It felt like a flood, and as it landed on my stomach, it felt much hotter than it normally did.
She giggled again, stroking me through my orgasm. "Funny how hearing about his cum makes you cum," she said. "Anyway, it was difficult to hold that much in there for long, so finally I swallowed, licked my fingers clean (he liked) and left him relaxing in his bed."
I was still incredibly turned on, but at the same time as relaxed as I'd ever felt. "And you left and came back home to your husband?"
"Yes," she said, rubbing her nose against mine and talking in a playful little singsong voice, "yes, then I came straight home to my loving husband," and she kissed me deeply. And I couldn't help but try to remember if she'd kissed me that deeply when she returned from Brian's....
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
Will,
This is insanely hot writing. You have a gift, my friend. This is my first post and I joined specifically because of your story. Please tell me we're going to see a conclusion to this at some point! I certainly appreciate your efforts!
This is insanely hot writing. You have a gift, my friend. This is my first post and I joined specifically because of your story. Please tell me we're going to see a conclusion to this at some point! I certainly appreciate your efforts!
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
This is one of the hottest stories on here. Please keep writing!
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)
I guess we are out of luck for a conclusion to the story? Without the personal experiences, I could never write as vividly, especially from the woman's point of you, as you do. I know it's time consuming to write these things, but I hope we see the continuation at some point!
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I already came twice just reading it today, c'mon you gotta finish!!! Don't leave us hanging!!!
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fictio
[thanks very much guys, I appreciate it - short installment here]
After laying in the still, quiet silence for a minute or two I asked her "so what happened today?"
She yawned and said "oh honey, I'm sorry, that's all for tonight. I'm sleepy and I have a big day tomorrow. I really didn't get much work done today, and I'll have to try to catch up. Is that okay?"
I was absolutely dying to hear more from her, but I knew pushing her would not be good. "Okay sweetie," I said, "you've given me plenty to think about. But you have to know I won't be able to think about anything else."
With a sleepy little laugh, she said "I know," rolled over on her side and nestled up against me. She grabbed my arm and slid it around her stomach, holding me there. It felt really good, my adorable little wife curled up against me, and for a second I forgot that earlier that day she had almost certainly had a much, much larger man fucking her little brains out. But of course that image came rushing back to me quickly, and I knew it would be a very long time before I would be able to fall asleep.
So as she dozed off, I spent the next hour visualizing her atop her other man, wriggling around on him, trying to get the head of his huge dick inside her, each move sending waves of pleasure through both of them. I imagined the look she would have had on her face when he first entered her. Was it an "oh!" eyes wide open look? Did she gasp? Did she say "oh my god!" Did her eyes roll back? Was he holding her arms tight to her side and pushing into her? Was he just laying back and relaxing as she pushed down onto him? Was she leaning close over him or sitting straight up? Did they have fun with it and laugh at her initial reaction? Were they very serious and intense? Every variation both turned me on incredibly and put my stomach in knots.
Finally, realizing that I was only getting more and more excited, I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. I knew that if I didn't give myself some relief, I'd only get more and more excited. So I did just that, going back through everything she had said, line by line, imagining her excitement and curiousity, and the craving that was driving her to sneak around to be with this other man. It was so different than it had ever been with me, it was a very different side of her that we were discovering and it was driving me crazy that his dick could bring this out in her.
[more later]
After laying in the still, quiet silence for a minute or two I asked her "so what happened today?"
She yawned and said "oh honey, I'm sorry, that's all for tonight. I'm sleepy and I have a big day tomorrow. I really didn't get much work done today, and I'll have to try to catch up. Is that okay?"
I was absolutely dying to hear more from her, but I knew pushing her would not be good. "Okay sweetie," I said, "you've given me plenty to think about. But you have to know I won't be able to think about anything else."
With a sleepy little laugh, she said "I know," rolled over on her side and nestled up against me. She grabbed my arm and slid it around her stomach, holding me there. It felt really good, my adorable little wife curled up against me, and for a second I forgot that earlier that day she had almost certainly had a much, much larger man fucking her little brains out. But of course that image came rushing back to me quickly, and I knew it would be a very long time before I would be able to fall asleep.
So as she dozed off, I spent the next hour visualizing her atop her other man, wriggling around on him, trying to get the head of his huge dick inside her, each move sending waves of pleasure through both of them. I imagined the look she would have had on her face when he first entered her. Was it an "oh!" eyes wide open look? Did she gasp? Did she say "oh my god!" Did her eyes roll back? Was he holding her arms tight to her side and pushing into her? Was he just laying back and relaxing as she pushed down onto him? Was she leaning close over him or sitting straight up? Did they have fun with it and laugh at her initial reaction? Were they very serious and intense? Every variation both turned me on incredibly and put my stomach in knots.
Finally, realizing that I was only getting more and more excited, I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. I knew that if I didn't give myself some relief, I'd only get more and more excited. So I did just that, going back through everything she had said, line by line, imagining her excitement and curiousity, and the craving that was driving her to sneak around to be with this other man. It was so different than it had ever been with me, it was a very different side of her that we were discovering and it was driving me crazy that his dick could bring this out in her.
[more later]
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fictio
Good to hear from you again. I look forward to hearing more when you get the chance.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fictio
Great writing, but you have us all with our dicks in our hands, c'mon, we need more!
Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fictio
It didn't take me very long at all to finish, with the knowledge that my wife was actually living out this fantasy of mine in real life, that she now knew exactly what a bigger dick would feel like (and what it could make her feel like), this brought a level of intense excitement that I hadn't been able to generate before, when it was just fantasy that I doubted would ever come true.
I went back to bed and sleep came, but it wasn't long before I was up again. I still couldn't stop thinking of my wife's encounters, but this time, as thoughts in the middle of the night tend to do, my imagination started to play more on my fears. I saw them together, her feeling much happier and turned on in the arms of a man with equipment almost twice the size of my own. I saw her learning to accommodate his size and beginning to crave it more and more. I saw them fucking intensely, cumming together, laughing together, relaxing together. I couldn't convince myself there was any reason whatsoever that she would want to stay with me now that she'd been with him. But yet...even though the fears became intense and overpowering, I couldn't control the fact that all of it, even these fearful thoughts, still really, really turned me on. Which I knew would only make it more and more likely that all of this could come true.
I tossed. I turned. I made myself frantic as she slept soundly and happily beside me. And eventually, even though I felt like I couldn't possibly be so horny as to need to jack off again, I had to. This time the fantasies were more about the future and what might become of them, but it was an incredible turn on as I imagined the sex they would have in our house, in his apartment, in clubs, in their cars, at her work. Wild, crazy animal sex. Her telling me she wouldn't be home and smiling wickedly as she left. Her laughing with him about how I never could have the sex that she had with him. Her telling him how big he was, and that look in her eyes that said she needed it. I came all over myself again.
I made it back to bed and drifted off to sleep. It wasn't too long before I heard the alarm and Carla sat up and stretched beside me.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning," she replied. "I don't think you got much sleep did you?" she giggled. "How many times did you get up to...um...relieve yourself?"
"Twice. I didn't think you heard me."
"I heard, but I fell right back to sleep," she said. "I was tired. I assume you were only thinking of me right? No other girls?" she leaned down and looked at me archly.
"Oh no. It was definitely about you," I answered. "I wasn't really involved, but you were having a great time, believe me."
She stood up, "I thought so. Just wanted to be sure. Remember - just because I'm having a little fun on the side, it doesn't mean you can. We talked about this before, right? I'm doing this for you as much as for me."
"Definitely," I said. "Believe me, you're only more in control now. I don't think I could fantasize about another girl if my life depended on it. You've put yourself in a position of complete and total sexual power." I knew I was talking a little deeply for so early in the morning, but I had barely slept and felt a little out of it.
"Okay," she said and walked to the bathroom. "I don't understand it, but...if you like it, I'm glad to accommodate," she said and turned the shower on to get ready for work.
As she showered, I heard the text message sound on her cellphone from the nightstand beside the bed. I crawled over and picked it up. It was from "B," which I assumed was short for Brian. The text just said "Morning C, how'd you sleep?" but I scrolled back up through their text conversation and saw they'd been texting quite a bit. I was shaking with...was it excitement? fear? both? I scrolled back furiously trying to get to lunchtime from the day before.
Finally I got to the texts just before noon and started reading them in order:
[Her] I'm leaving now. I still can't believe I'm doing this!
[Him] I can't wait to pick up where we left off. I'll be there in just a few minutes.
[Her] Okay, you remember the directions?
Where were they meeting? My mind was racing and my hands shook as I continued.
[Him] Yes, I'm on my way. You sure your hub won't be there?
My head started spinning and I felt completely weak all over as soon as I read it. They were here! He had fucked her here in our house! For some reason this boldness completely shocked me, and I felt myself get hard again instantly. Where? What room?
[Her] No, he's still at work. I just checked.
I heard the shower cut off and for some reason I didn't want her to catch me reading her texts. I only had time to read a few more. I frantically scrolled down a little further.
[Her] I'm here. Door's unlocked. I'm upstairs, may be a little shy at first.
[Him] almost there. don't worry, it'll be fun.
I heard the shower door open and close, so I quickly exited the text message conversation and tried to put her phone back on the nightstand. My hands were shaking so that I missed the nightstand and her phone clattered to the floor, but I quickly leaned over the bed and put it back up before she came walking out of the bathroom. I was trembling, out of breath and trying very hard to act like I had been asleep while she showered.
"You're up to something," she said, smiling as she walked to the dresser. She had just a white towel wrapped around her, and she looked fantastic. Her olive skin, still damp from the shower, her hair wet and pulled back over her shoulder. I couldn't believe how hot she looked in fact. As she picked out her panties and shirt, I couldn't help but lust over her perfect legs, her beautiful feet, even her arms, all of her. She was amazing, and although I always knew it, there was something even more amazing about her now.
I went back to bed and sleep came, but it wasn't long before I was up again. I still couldn't stop thinking of my wife's encounters, but this time, as thoughts in the middle of the night tend to do, my imagination started to play more on my fears. I saw them together, her feeling much happier and turned on in the arms of a man with equipment almost twice the size of my own. I saw her learning to accommodate his size and beginning to crave it more and more. I saw them fucking intensely, cumming together, laughing together, relaxing together. I couldn't convince myself there was any reason whatsoever that she would want to stay with me now that she'd been with him. But yet...even though the fears became intense and overpowering, I couldn't control the fact that all of it, even these fearful thoughts, still really, really turned me on. Which I knew would only make it more and more likely that all of this could come true.
I tossed. I turned. I made myself frantic as she slept soundly and happily beside me. And eventually, even though I felt like I couldn't possibly be so horny as to need to jack off again, I had to. This time the fantasies were more about the future and what might become of them, but it was an incredible turn on as I imagined the sex they would have in our house, in his apartment, in clubs, in their cars, at her work. Wild, crazy animal sex. Her telling me she wouldn't be home and smiling wickedly as she left. Her laughing with him about how I never could have the sex that she had with him. Her telling him how big he was, and that look in her eyes that said she needed it. I came all over myself again.
I made it back to bed and drifted off to sleep. It wasn't too long before I heard the alarm and Carla sat up and stretched beside me.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning," she replied. "I don't think you got much sleep did you?" she giggled. "How many times did you get up to...um...relieve yourself?"
"Twice. I didn't think you heard me."
"I heard, but I fell right back to sleep," she said. "I was tired. I assume you were only thinking of me right? No other girls?" she leaned down and looked at me archly.
"Oh no. It was definitely about you," I answered. "I wasn't really involved, but you were having a great time, believe me."
She stood up, "I thought so. Just wanted to be sure. Remember - just because I'm having a little fun on the side, it doesn't mean you can. We talked about this before, right? I'm doing this for you as much as for me."
"Definitely," I said. "Believe me, you're only more in control now. I don't think I could fantasize about another girl if my life depended on it. You've put yourself in a position of complete and total sexual power." I knew I was talking a little deeply for so early in the morning, but I had barely slept and felt a little out of it.
"Okay," she said and walked to the bathroom. "I don't understand it, but...if you like it, I'm glad to accommodate," she said and turned the shower on to get ready for work.
As she showered, I heard the text message sound on her cellphone from the nightstand beside the bed. I crawled over and picked it up. It was from "B," which I assumed was short for Brian. The text just said "Morning C, how'd you sleep?" but I scrolled back up through their text conversation and saw they'd been texting quite a bit. I was shaking with...was it excitement? fear? both? I scrolled back furiously trying to get to lunchtime from the day before.
Finally I got to the texts just before noon and started reading them in order:
[Her] I'm leaving now. I still can't believe I'm doing this!
[Him] I can't wait to pick up where we left off. I'll be there in just a few minutes.
[Her] Okay, you remember the directions?
Where were they meeting? My mind was racing and my hands shook as I continued.
[Him] Yes, I'm on my way. You sure your hub won't be there?
My head started spinning and I felt completely weak all over as soon as I read it. They were here! He had fucked her here in our house! For some reason this boldness completely shocked me, and I felt myself get hard again instantly. Where? What room?
[Her] No, he's still at work. I just checked.
I heard the shower cut off and for some reason I didn't want her to catch me reading her texts. I only had time to read a few more. I frantically scrolled down a little further.
[Her] I'm here. Door's unlocked. I'm upstairs, may be a little shy at first.
[Him] almost there. don't worry, it'll be fun.
I heard the shower door open and close, so I quickly exited the text message conversation and tried to put her phone back on the nightstand. My hands were shaking so that I missed the nightstand and her phone clattered to the floor, but I quickly leaned over the bed and put it back up before she came walking out of the bathroom. I was trembling, out of breath and trying very hard to act like I had been asleep while she showered.
"You're up to something," she said, smiling as she walked to the dresser. She had just a white towel wrapped around her, and she looked fantastic. Her olive skin, still damp from the shower, her hair wet and pulled back over her shoulder. I couldn't believe how hot she looked in fact. As she picked out her panties and shirt, I couldn't help but lust over her perfect legs, her beautiful feet, even her arms, all of her. She was amazing, and although I always knew it, there was something even more amazing about her now.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fictio
Thanks again. Always appreciate your writing, and look forward to the continuation.
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Re: My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fictio
You're just teasing us, Great Work (mind you!).
