Sasha, the Cheating Anal Slut: The Long Ride Back Home — Part 12
As my head snuck past my wife’s sphincter, I felt her rectal walls enrobe my cock. It was tight and extremely stimulating but it took me a few seconds to realize that Maria had barely reacted to the penetration.
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“Was my wife really going to let a stranger she just met play with her ass? Would she even let me play with her ass?” I thought as Sasha moved back to allow Maria some space to lie on her stomach.
“Let me know if it’s uncomfortable. Might be a little bit weird at first, okay?”
Maria sighed in response and lowered her head onto the bed sheets.
Sasha then gently spread my wife’s ass cheeks and started tonguing her asshole. Maria had appeared tense until that moment, probably thinking that she was going to start with a finger, but the tongue eased her concerns and she gave into it immediately. I stood off to the side and watched them in awe. I couldn’t believe that it had come to this and that both of them were so willing. And it was all Maria’s idea!
Maria was now moaning as if she was getting a massage. Occasionally, her legs would spasm when Sasha flicked one particular spot or another, but undeniable pleasure had appeared on her face.
Sasha kept looking at me all the time she ran her finger around the perimeter of Maria’s virgin asshole, teasing it open and licking the puckered, brown skin. She alternated between licking around the hole and slowly pushing her tongue past my wife’s sphincter, eliciting loud gasps and moans from Maria.
“She’s super wet, Mister. And not just from my tongue,” Sasha said as she turned to wink at me.
I was stroking my cock to keep it primed, not that my coworker tonguing my wife’s asshole wasn’t stimulating enough.
“Is that true, honey? You like what she’s doing to your ass?”
Maria couldn’t verbalize a response but nodded eagerly as she pushed her ass back toward the sensations. Believing her to be ready, Sasha then added her forefinger to the mix, slowly pushing it inside my wife’s rectum, along with her tongue.
After a couple of seconds, Sasha removed her tongue and pushed her finger slowly past Maria’s sphincter, invading her most intimate hole. Maria had her head resting on her forearms as if she was completely at ease with this type of penetration.
Next, she followed the first finger with another, pushing both fingers to the second knuckle, into Maria’s rectum. Here, too, Maria didn’t react too much, a well-deserved sign that she was ready for something bigger. And I was happy to oblige.
I motioned Sasha to stand up and move to the other side of the bed, in front of Maria. Pulling my wife back with her ass closer to the edge of the bed, I parted her legs and eyed my new target while Sasha climbed in front of Maria and spread her legs, running two fingers along her slit wantonly.
“Come on, baby. Time to return the favor.”
Without waiting for my wife to respond, Sasha slid forward and planted her cunt on Maria’s lips. At the same time, I started easing my cock into my wife’s ass. Not once, in our entire dating or married history, had I ever asked for this. She had never offered, either. We were completely content with vaginal intercourse. But now, there was nothing I wanted more.
As my head snuck past her sphincter, I felt her rectal walls enrobe my cock. It was tight and extremely stimulating. It took me a few seconds to realize that Maria had barely reacted to the penetration. She was devouring Sasha’s pussy like she hadn’t eaten in weeks and it wasn’t until I was almost all the way deep that I felt any resistance from her ass.
When I bottomed out in Maria, I felt the familiar sucking sensation, and it caused me to lurch forward. I planted my hands on either side of her, propping myself up on the mattress as I continued to pump in and out. She was making muted meows as she allowed herself to break any sexual barrier.
Sasha and I exchanged a glance, and she smiled with a shrug as if to say “I didn’t plan this, but I sure am enjoying it!” I shrugged back, still stunned at how the evening was turning out.
I thought I’d build up more stamina over the last couple of days, but after a couple of minutes of thrusting into my wife’s hungry ass, I found myself unable to hold out any longer.
Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I grunted.
“I’m coming, too!” Sasha yelled. Her chest was heaving rapidly as Maria brought her to orgasm.
Not wanting my wife to be left out, I worked my left hand beneath her and started working her clit. Stiff and slathered in her own juices, it responded immediately, bringing Maria over the edge.
Within seconds of Sasha’s climax, Maria and I came together. I emptied myself deep inside her rectum, relishing the feeling of her tight tunnel squeezing out every last drop. Reluctantly, I backed out and lay on my back. Maria, too, turned onto her back and scooched between Sasha and me, giggling uncontrollably. It proved to be contagious, as Sasha matched her. I chuckled a few times, too, but quickly nodded off to sleep. The alcohol, exertion, and mental strain had proved too much for me.
I awoke to the incredible sensation of a wet mouth slathering my cock. It had been ages since Maria had woken me up this way. It was surprising not because it was always surprising, but because she was doing it the morning after my cock had been in her ass… and Sasha’s ass. And to the best of my memory, I hadn’t washed yet.
“Hey there, sleepy head,” she said as she continued to stroke my cock with her hand. “I have to head out in half an hour, but I wanted to milk this for all its worth.
She kissed the tip of my head. I groaned and gently rocked my hips up to meet her mouth. Excited to have turned me on, she went deeper and deeper. It turned out to be the best blow job she’d ever given me, and I finished shortly after waking.
“Are you okay?” she asked, crawling up and laying her head on my chest.
“Yeah, I’m still processing everything that happened, but holy fuck, last night was incredible. Did you have fun?”
“We went a lot farther than I had anticipated, but yes. I absolutely loved it. Honestly, it was just what I needed,” Maria responded.
“Well, if you’re ok with everything that happened, then I’m definitely ok.”
“Are you concerned about going back to work with Sasha? I know you said you don’t see each other that much, but you would inevitably run into each other at some point.”
“No, I don’t think so. After all, she’s married, too. She’s not going to tell anyone. And as much as I’d love to tell everyone what happened last night, neither am I,” I said, presenting my wife the same logic Sasha had offered that first time we fucked, in the conference room.
Maria kissed my chest.
“I’m going to jump in the shower. See you at home?”
“I can’t wait.”
As with yesterday morning, Sasha was late for breakfast and ended up grabbing a coffee on the way to the conference. The final day ended early and it wasn’t until we were on the train home that we had a moment to talk.
“Want to talk about what happened last night?” I asked.
“I’m thinking we probably should.”
I paused, not knowing how to start so I hoped Sasha would start first.
“I suppose I should tell you,” she began, “I didn’t plan for any of that.”
I smirked.
“I know. Maria told me it was all her.”
“But… I also fucking loved it!”
“Yeah,” I said. “Everything was amazing. The sexual tension, you calling me daddy, the first time sticking my cock in my wife’s asshole, you two having that intimate moment…everything was over the top.”
“I don’t know what came over me…” she said, letting out a heavy sigh.
I could tell she was trying to figure out the best way to put whatever she was going to say next.
“Let me guess,” I said. “You think we should put an end to our extra-marital adventure, after last night.”
She nodded and we both breathed heavily.
“I mean, I don’t want to, but I’m certain that eventually, it will all come crashing down if we keep going on like this. Let’s just live with the incredible memories we’ve created and quit while we’re still ahead. What do you say?” Sasha said, grabbing my hand and running her thumb over my skin.
“Sasha, once again, we’re in perfect sync. I can’t even imagine how we could make things any more exciting or risky than we did the last two nights and anything else would just… I don’t know… pale in comparison.”
“Exactly! That’s what I’m saying. No one can take our memories from us but now it’s time to recommit to our spouses.”
“I agree! But now… what the hell are we going to talk about for the next hour?” I joked.
“You’re a good man, Brett. I wish we could’ve met at different times of our lives but I want you to know, I’m glad we did this,” Sasha said, resting her head on my shoulder and letting go of my hand.
We didn’t need anything to talk about for the rest of the ride. We just enjoyed our sixty minutes of silence and serenity.
Once at the train station, we called for separate Ubers and while I was in the car, I started smiling, reliving all the events of last night.
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