Sasha, the Cheating Anal Slut: Maria Overcomes Any Inhibitions — Part 11

My wife simply slid forward and pulled her panties to the side, granting Sasha access to her gushing cunt and I used this opportunity to bottom out in Sasha’s ass, rocking her forward into my wife’s pussy.

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Sasha lowered herself to her knees and gave me her already patented mischievous grin. We were still just inside the room, my back up against the wall, with Maria standing behind Sasha. She watched how easily Sasha slid my pants and boxers to the ground, freeing my semi-erect cock.

“Holy shit, mister,” she continued in her teenager voice, pretending that this was the first time she’d seen my cock. “This is way bigger than the boys at school.”

At that, she wrapped her fingers around the base and took the head into her mouth. Now Maria approached and started kissing me hard. She was standing off to the side to allow Sasha her space, and her breasts nearly spilled out of the top of her dress as they mashed against my ribs.

“Is this what you want?” I asked as quietly as possible.

Maria bit her lip and nodded excitedly.

“I didn’t have anything planned, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.”

At that, Sasha grabbed my wife’s hand and tugged insistently, encouraging Maria to kneel next to her. Maria raised her eyes at me as she lowered herself.

Sasha popped my cock out of her mouth and steered it toward my wife. I suppose now would be a good time to mention that my wife almost never goes down on me anymore. After the birth of each of our kids, she was exhausted all the time, and it felt awfully selfish of me to ask for head, and after that, it felt weird to expect her to blow me after a long day of dealing with the kids. Let’s just say, it’s been a while.

But it had also been a while since Maria had consumed four glasses of wine in one night, and she was showing signs of complete disinhibition. With Sasha’s hand at the base of my cock, pointing it directly at Maria’s face, my wife opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside without hesitation. I’d forgotten how good her mouth felt. Her soft tongue was plump against the underside, and her mouth felt almost unnaturally wet.

“You’re both going to have to suck a lot harder than that if you expect my forgiveness. What kind of mother trusts her kids with a slutty babysitter? And what kind of babysitter abandons her charge?” I said, allowing myself to get into the roleplaying aspect.

They both groaned, enjoying the fact that I was getting more into it. Sasha lowered herself to my scrotum and sucked the left testicle into her mouth. I put a hand on each head and pulled them in tighter.

Maria was now more than halfway down my cock, which to my recollection hadn’t happened since our honeymoon. I was at the back of her mouth but wasn’t yet prepared to try to force myself into her throat, still uncertain of what lines I could cross tonight.

Sasha had her head turned so that she could suckle my balls and still look me in the eyes. When I met her gaze, she winked at me. Even with her mouth full of my balls, I could see the hints of a smile. God, this little sexual freak was amazing.

Maria pulled my cock out of her mouth and was catching her breath. I pulled Sasha away as well and admired the sight of both women kneeling in front of me. Their lips were glistening with saliva and sweat and their chests heaved as they refilled their lungs.

“Get undressed. Both of you,” I said as I started unbuttoning my shirt. “And decide between yourselves who is going to get fucked first.”

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, then walked over to the bed to watch them undress. They’d only met an hour ago, and now Maria was holding up her hair so that Sasha could lower the zipper on her dress. Once it was down, Maria seductively lowered the straps of her dress and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a lacy, black set; one that I’d told her repeatedly was my favorite. She looked sexy as hell, but it was still a relatively modest look compared to what I’d seen from Sasha recently.

My wife and I both watched as Sasha raised her tight top over her head and dropped it next to her. She was not wearing a bra. Sasha then turned away from us to peel her tight shorts off, exposing a thong that seemed to match the lingerie she was wearing last night.

“Who’s first?” I asked, sitting back on the bed and slowly rubbing my cock with my left hand.

“I should go first. It’s my fault we’re both here. I shouldn’t have left the kids alone,” Sasha said in her teenager’s voice.

“How do you want to be punished?” Maria asked, unable to mask her excitement or her curiosity.

I still had trouble believing how genuinely into this she was.

“I think it’s only fitting that Mister gets to fuck my ass.”

My wife turned to me, her mouth agape.

“I don’t think daddy has ever done that!” she said after a few seconds.

Little did she know.

“Assume the position,” I said, staring back at Sasha.

She strode over to the bed in a style that was both confident and demure. I rose to make space for her, and she climbed up on it, positioning herself on all fours, facing away from me. Maria, continued to surprise me, following Sasha to the bed and standing next to me. As Sasha waited, wiggling her ass provocatively, Maria kissed me aggressively, her tongue delving deeper than I could ever recall. As we kissed, she put her hand on Sasha’s lower back.

“Spread your legs for my husband,” she said while staring penetratingly into my eyes.

Sasha moaned and spread her knees further apart. Maria grabbed the waistline of Sasha’s thong and started pulling it down. With Sasha’s thighs spread wide, the material stretched until it lodged a few inches above the knees.

“Ask my husband for your punishment, you little slut!” she barked, spanking Sasha’s left cheek hard enough to leave an imprint, for a second.

“Mister, please punish me. I’ve been so bad. Please fuck my ass,” she said, wiggling her ass at us, clearly into it.

Maria looked at me and with an eye gesture and invited me to play with Sasha’s ass.

I gripped my cock and aimed it at Sasha’s puckered hole. As much as I’d fucked it recently, this experience was entirely new. It was like I was experiencing it for the first time again; though I knew I’d fit a little bit easier after all the exercise her hole had received recently.

With a grunt, I pushed the head through her sphincter, which stretched to accommodate me with relative ease. Sasha and Maria both gasped: Sasha at the sensation and my wife at the sight. Stepping a bit closer, I eased more of my cock in, and both women purred. Not wanting to ignore my wife in all this, I wrapped my left arm around her and turned to kiss her as I kept pushing my cock deeper into Sasha’s rectum.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass, Mister! I’ve been such a bad girl,” she teased me, trying to make me cum in record time with her dirty talk.

Hearing her, I realized that I wasn’t giving Sasha the proper fucking she deserved. It was impossible with Maria running her hands all over me and twisting my body toward her so I broke off the kiss and grabbed Sasha’s waist with both hands then motioned for my wife to go around the other side of the bed.

“What about my wife, you slut? You didn’t apologize to her.”

Maria stared at me in shock, her mouth somewhere between smiling and agape. I could tell she was into it but was holding back. Eventually, she climbed up on a pillow, her panty-clad pussy just inches from Sasha’s face.

“Yes!, God! I’m sorry, miss. Let me… ungh…make it right,” Sasha squeaked out between thrusts.

Maria was at a loss for words. She simply slid forward and pulled her panties to the side, granting Sasha access to her wet cunt. As if I orchestrated it, I used this opportunity to bottom out in Sasha’s ass, rocking her forward into my wife’s juicing pussy.

Sasha’s body felt as incredible as ever. Her ass cheeks pressed tightly against my lower abdomen, her rectal tunnel clasping tightly to my pulsing cock, my balls slapping against her dripping cunt. Her calves, clenching against the outsides of my legs, were trembling in a way that I’d come to learn meant that she was having an anal orgasm.

As her lips made first contact with my wife’s pussy, Maria’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. It was a reaction more animalistic than she’d ever had with me. At first, I took it personally, but quickly rationalized it was the four cocktails and the incredibly naughty nature of what we were doing that caused her to react that way.

I decided now it was time to fully give myself to the experience so I started spanking Sasha’s ass while furiously thrusting in and out of her ass; an action that elicited a deep moan, muffled by my wife’s cunt. The vibrations in my wife’s pussy seemed to work wonders for her, as Maria let out a high-pitched squeal and grabbed the back of Sasha’s head, holding her tight against her gushing cunt.

For several minutes, it went on like this. I got more aggressive with my thrusting, but Sasha never stopped licking my wife. If anything, she licked faster and plunged deeper. Maria was writhing on the pillow, clearly on the verge of climax, humping her hips up toward Sasha’s mouth as we used her like a sex doll.

I could make out Maria’s labia parting around Sasha’s lips as she explored her depths. She seemed intoxicated with my wife’s womanhood. Her face was covered in Maria’s juices and she was willing to lap her cunt like a puppy.

The room was filled with the sounds and smell of sex. My thighs slapping against Sasha’s, her ass getting spanked, the wet, sloppy sound of her eating my wife’s pussy, and impassioned moans and grunts from all of us.

“Mister, I want to taste my asshole on your big love-making stick,” Sasha said, pulling away from my wife’s sopping cunt and taking us all by surprise.

I watched as my wife’s eyes grew wide and she bit her lip, totally intrigued by Sasha’s lewd and naughty request. I admit, I was also surprised, as this never happened before but I decided to go with the flow.

Pulling my cock out of Sasha’s ass, I took a second to admire her gaping asshole, and then I repositioned myself to the side of Sasha and my wife. Sasha smiled, licked her lips then opened her mouth and eagerly took my tool between her lips. She ran her tongue in circles around my head, licking my frenulum while delving my cock deeper into her throat until I felt her nose brush against my skin.

She slurped my cock, cleaning her own ass juices off it until she finally let my cock go with a loud plop.

“Mister, you said you were going to punish both of us…”

“Well, honey? She’s not wrong,” I said, looking at Maria and raising my eyebrow.

Maria was flustered from being so close to the edge, red in the face and her hair plastered to her forehead.

“Yes, I think I also deserve to be punished. What do you have in mind, honey?” she responded after a short pause.

“I think he should fuck your ass, too, miss. We’re equally to blame here,” Sasha said.

For a second, I got excited as Maria looked like she was actually considering it.

“Oh, God! I…I…don’t think I could do…that…” she said eventually.

“Nonsense,” Sasha started, “Maria, roll over onto your stomach real quick.”

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