Sasha, the Cheating Anal Slut: Cumming Back From Her Honeymoon — Part 5
She had removed her fingers from her juicy cunt and was now sucking the moisture off of them. As if to torture me further, she was pinching her left nipple, and swaying her hips seductively, pushing her pussy toward me.
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It’s been almost a week since I last met Sasha, at the hotel. I was at home, relaxing on a beautiful Sunday afternoon when the first image came. It was the day Sasha was getting married. She had found a moment shortly before the ceremony. The photo was of her reflection in the mirror, sitting, and hiking up her dress to show off the lingerie that she had paraded for me in the office. The caption read, “I can’t seem to find my panties. Any idea where they might be?”
Of course, we both knew where they were: buried in the bottom drawer of my desk. But what an incredible feeling, having a bride send you naked selfies just moments before walking down the aisle.
“Don’t respond. Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you,” she wrote.
Throughout her honeymoon, Sasha kept sending me pics. I was playing with the kids in the backyard when she sent a selfie from the bed, her hand between her legs.
“Thinking of you,” it said.
That same day, my wife and I were on separate couches when she sent me a picture of her reflection in the mirror, with a load of cum on her chest. She had a fingertip between her lips.
“Doesn’t taste as good as yours!”
I had to place a pillow on my lap to hide the raging hard-on, from my wife.
On Monday, I was in the office, when she sent me a video. I pressed play and was immediately struck by her simple beauty. She appeared to be in the bathroom, with the phone propped on the toilet. She was wearing a sundress, yellow and flowy. She held a finger to her lips, indicating “Shhh,” before turning her back to the camera. Sasha then flipped her dress up onto her lower back and bent over, revealing her bare pussy and adorable round ass. Then, to my great delight, she spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight hole.
I almost blew my load in my pants as she scooted her middle finger closer, teasing her puckered sphincter. Then, in an instant, she slid it in up to the first knuckle. A brief squeak escaped her mouth and her cheeks flexed a bit. As fast as she inserted it, she removed it and turned to face the camera again, smiling broadly as if she was proud of what she had accomplished. That smile turned impish as she brought that same middle finger to her mouth and sucked it clean. Again, she gave the “Shhh” gesture before ending the video.
I ran to the restroom and locked myself in a stall. Pulling my cock out, I jacked off into a piece of toilet paper while I watched the video two more times. How I managed to get anything done the rest of that day, is beyond me.
One day before Sasha was set to return, my manager informed me I had been assigned to attend a sales conference. I immediately sent Sasha a message that day, asking her to check her email to see if she was also going.
“Yes! Wow, looks like I’m going too, and from looking at the attendee's list, it’ll be just the two of us. You do know it’s a three-day convention, right? Think you can handle me for three nights in a row?” was her reply.
“I’ve been suffering from withdrawal. I’ll be ready to go,” I replied.
When Sasha returned from her honeymoon, she locked herself in her office to work through the enormous stockpile of papers that had amassed while she was away.
“Want to come over for a quick meeting?” I texted Sasha.
“I have way too much work to catch up on. Let’s wait until we get to the convention and then we can go at it like rabbits,” she texted back.
I was devastated. For almost a week, I had gone to work knowing she was on the floor below me. It was torturous. I wanted to stop by even if it was just to exchange a knowing glance, but I knew I would be rewarded for my patience.
So I did what any other man would do in my situation, I focused my sexual energy on my wife. Maria welcomed my advances, which came more frequently and spontaneously than at any point in our marriage. She interpreted the fire inside me as a sign that she could still turn me on. And while she could still light my fire, Sasha was fanning the flames. My wife and I rarely ventured beyond cowgirl and missionary, and she never let me approach her asshole. Sex was good, but it paled compared to what I knew was going to come. I knew the same was true for Sasha, at home with her brand-new husband.
On Monday morning, Sasha arrived at the convention. The place was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, and this enabled her to sneak up on me from behind. Slipping her left hand into the left pocket of my slacks, she laid her chin on my shoulder.
“Hey, stranger,” she whispered.
I turned to face her, doing my best to maintain a sense of professionalism.
“We waited this long, we can’t wait another two hours for the hotel?” I asked.
She looked as stunning as ever, wearing a tan, knit, long-sleeve dress that ended just above her knees, paired with boots that ended just below the hem. In my peripheral view, it appeared that there were no stockings underneath her dress. I just couldn’t help but wonder about panties.
As we sat through the first event, I caught the moment she subtly thrust her hips up off the seat, creating just a few inches of space, at which point I grabbed the back of her dress and yanked it upward.
As her milky thighs came into view, her eyes went wide and she plopped herself back down on the seat. But this provided all the access I needed. Her breathing increased as I draped my coat over her knees. I put my right hand under the coat, reveling in the heat emanating from within. At this point, the only batch of skin that was exposed was the side of her ass and the top of her thigh. The only way someone would see anything was if they stood over us and stared directly at that spot.
It was a risk I was willing to take. And with a nod, Sasha affirmed her willingness, too. She bit her lip as I slid my hand slowly upward and to the furnace between her legs. The side of my finger lodged temporarily, but she responded by parting her legs a bit further. Her skin was incredibly smooth and I savored every inch of it as I teased my way closer to the prize.
Sasha emitted a barely discernable gasp as my pinky first grazed against her lips. I turned my gaze forward, toward the speaker, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elder gentleman to my left in my peripheral view. He seemed to be staring straight ahead, so I kept going.
I felt no hair whatsoever. Not around the lips, not above. She appeared to have shaved clean for me. Her juices quickly coated my finger as I stroked her slowly. Sasha turned her head toward her left, in an effort to hold her tongue. Her breathing was growing as deep as it was rapid. I had barely started to touch her, and she was already on the edge.
I pushed her legs apart and with the help of the coat still covering her for the most part, I was able to expose her to my advances. I turned my palm towards her and slid downward until my middle finger found her hole. She had to have been leaking all over the seat by this point.
There was no need for me to warm her up. She was ready to go. After my middle finger slid in up to the first knuckle, I positioned my pointer finger tight against it and slid both in, to the second knuckle. Sasha responded by clenching her ass and thrusting up to meet my penetration. Her right hand covered her mouth, attempting to stifle any escaping sound. She continued to stare forward as I began to pump my hand as best as possible, given the awkward position.
No doubt, I’d give better finger bangs in my day, but Sasha’s every sense was heightened. Here she was: legs spread, no panties, getting fingered by a guy who wasn’t her husband, in a public place. Even if she was mostly concealed, the potential of getting caught was clearly accelerating her momentum toward orgasm.
With each thrust inward, I made sure that my palm landed on her engorged and sensitive clit. I looked at her face again, only to find that her eyes were closed and she was biting her fist. Beads of sweat appeared above her eyebrows as she focused on not announcing her orgasm to the entire place.
I withdrew my fingers and brought my attention solely to her clit. In an instant, she threw her head back in clear ecstasy. Her mouth disengaged from her fist, but she quickly turned that fist into a flat hand and clamped it over her mouth. Her left hand was clenched fiercely to my leg. She thrust her hips frantically up toward my hand, generating as much sensation as possible, before holding her hips midair for a few seconds. Somehow, she managed to focus all of her movement toward her pelvis, and I felt wave after wave of climax splash over her as she came.
I nearly applauded; I was so impressed with her ability to remain quiet. The expression on her face was certainly loud: she had turned a shade of crimson, strands of her hair had become plastered to her forehead, and her chest was still heaving with deep breaths. Then, she bit her bottom lip and returned her gaze to me. She was thrilled with herself, and I could tell by the look in her eye that she couldn’t wait to get to the hotel.
Six hours later, I was already balls-deep in Sasha’s ass. The room on the 10th floor of the hotel the company checked us into, had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto the city’s old center. Sasha was pressed against that window. Her legs and belly were trapped between it and my frenzied pounding. Her torso was wrapped up in my arms, holding her slightly off the ground as my erect member was filling her asshole.
The prior fifteen minutes had been wanton and chaotic. We’d torn at each other like alley cats fighting. There was no rhyme or reason to any of the positions we fucked. We took each other in whatever way required the least amount of time, a result of the mounting, tumultuous lust that had built up since her wedding.
And for all the self-muffling she had to endure at the conference, Sasha let it all out now. As I emptied my balls deep into her ass, she let out a symphony of sounds. I matched her volume with my own grunts, taking in every inch of joy my cock felt inside of her. Her anal walls seemed to massage my cock, anxiously sucking every drop of cum it could acquire.
Sasha and I were panting as if we’d run a marathon, and it certainly felt as though we’d exhausted that much energy in the hour since we started. My head fell onto her shoulder, and my smile turned slowly into an inexplicable laughter. For a split second, I thought she would be offended, but was relieved to hear her join in with her own chuckling.
I eased out and lowered her feet back onto the floor, at which point she turned to me and kissed me. Then, breaking the kiss, she pushed me back on the bed and headed off to the bathroom.
“I missed that ass of yours,” I called to her.
“I can tell,” she said. “I missed feeling so full.”
The water shut off, and Sasha emerged, enwrapped in a white bathrobe. As she made her way to the bed, my phone started ringing and my wife’s name flashed on the screen.
“Fuck, it’s Maria,” I said and put a finger to my lips, requesting silence as I answered the call.
“Hi, honey!” I mustered in a cheerful tone.
“Hey, honey, just checking in. You usually call me when you get to your hotel.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, it must have slipped my mind.”
Sasha wayed by the foot of the bed amused that I was trapped in this conversation while she held me at her whim. She raised her right hand to allow a finger to linger down her cleavage, nudging the robe apart as she did so.
I shook my head no, begging her not to tease me like this.
“So, is the room nice?” my wife asked.
Sasha moved her left hand to the knot holding her robe together and untied it. Her right hand traced all the way to her belly button, forcing the robe to part and hang loose from her shoulders. She purposefully stood with her feet spread, allowing me to gaze wondrously at her adorable, shaved cunt.
“Uh, yeah, of course, it is,” I said. “There’s even an incredible view! I mean, it’s a five-star hotel, after all,” I said.
“Oh, you lucky dog! My company never puts me up in fancy places. Think I can ditch the kids and come join you?”
Sasha spread her legs a bit further and dipped two fingers between her lips. Having just been there, I knew how good it felt. But as good as it felt, it looked even better.
“Haha, are you serious?” I asked, nervous that she was. “I’m not sure I’ll have a ton of free time.”
“I was sort of half-serious, anyway. I feel like we’ve really been connecting the last few weeks, and… I don’t know, maybe roleplay or something? I could be the naughty maid coming to clean the room…”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Maria never spoke this way. She was sufficient in bed but never adventurous. Our lovemaking had become more emphatic since my affair with Sasha began, but I must have been a bit disconnected to not see how much it had meant to her.
But what was going on before my eyes was equally unbelievable. Sasha had removed her fingers from her juicy cunt and was now sucking the moisture off of them. As if to torture me further, she was pinching her left nipple, and swaying her hips seductively, pushing her pussy toward me, all without breaking eye contact.
“Uh, yeah, that would be amazing, honey!” I lied.
I needed to work my way out of it without rejecting her. If only Sasha weren’t occupying most of my brain so I could think clearly.
“But as sexy as that sounds, I’m still going to the conference and do you even think you can get a sitter so quickly?”
Sasha stopped her motions and made a sad face, suggesting she was jealous that my wife might be stopping by to ruin our fun. She then bent over the bed, bringing her face nearer to my cock, tempting me even more.
“Wouldn’t you like that, honey? I mean, we’ve been making love so passionately lately. We could spend a night uninhibited like we used to. I don’t know, maybe even experiment a little?”
At that, Sasha slurped my half-hard cock into her mouth and lowered her lips to the base.
“Fuck!” I said, a response to both Sasha and my wife. “Really? What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” my wife replied as Sasha extended her tongue to tickle my balls. “Just the two of us, alone… I hadn’t thought of any one thing in particular, but it would provide us a chance to live out a fantasy, maybe?”
Sasha came up for air, the head of my dick escaping with a loud pop. She grinned mischievously at me as my stiffening cock landed on her cheek.
“Uh, Ok, honey. Yeah! That would be amazing,” I said.
It did sound amazing, but so did three nights with Sasha. I didn’t know if I meant that response, or if I secretly hoped Maria would have trouble finding a sitter.
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