Tuesday, 3 September 2013

HONEYMOON VISITOR

Alicea stood behind her husband, hand on his back, as
he spoke to the clerk behind the desk. The folks scattered
around offered their congratulations as they passed by the
newly married couple. Alicea had insisted on remaining in
their wedding clothes the entire night. That is, the entire
night up until now. Once they reached their room, she
didn't expect to remain in her white dress for long.

     Her husband broke her contact to sign the charge slip.
Tonight, they would make love. Tomorrow, they would be off
on their honeymoon.

     Alicea took a step back from the counter and looked
around the lobby.

     A man was staring.

     She met his gaze with a smile, figuring he was amused
by the sight of the newlyweds. But his look didn't alter.

     What was it?

     Something about his face struck a whisper in her
thoughts. She knew what his expression meant, but couldn't
seem to recall it. His intensity seared the atmosphere. His
unblinking eyes suggested he was thinking about...

     Alicea broke her gaze.

     He wanted to fuck her.

     She had been oblivious to the desires of men since she
started dating Tom. She knew very quickly he was special
and lost interest in other men rather quickly. She had
forgotten, or hadn't noticed, that men loved to look at
her. That men wanted to fuck her.

     But what was she worried about? She was married now!
Quite obviously married! She looked again at the man, who
had never stopped his stare. She noticed his face this
time. He was handsome, and dark. His hair was jet black,
and his eyes seemed to match. Why did he just stare? Why
didn't he smile or make some obscene gesture.

     Alicea realized she had been staring back at the man
for a good length of time when Tom touched her on the
shoulder. She smiled at her husband, then followed him to
the room.

     She was quite aroused.

     She fucked her husband well. The newlyweds made love
passionately, loudly, and wildly. Tom fucked her in the
bed, then on the floor, and then finally, in the tub. They
drifted into sleep as their naked bodies clung to one
another.

     Alicea stirred when the water grew cold. She stood up
in the tub, dangling her dripping breasts over her husband.
She laughed as she viewed her wrinkly skin in the mirror,
then stopped as she toyed with the chain Tom had given her
before the wedding. She didn't know its origin, but he told
her it was an ancient bond of love. As long as she wore it,
the two would be inseparable. She held it, bounced it off
her firm breasts, and tried to fit a breast through its
loop.  Somehow, she felt Tom was touching her each time the
chain made contact with her flesh.

     She walked into the bedroom, and pulled a short,
golden silk robe out from her bag. She wrapped her naked
body its smooth touch. She sat down on the bed, causing the
robe to creep above her thighs and reveal some of her
pussy. She smiled at how revealing it was. Tom was going to
love her in this, or more accurately, fuck her in this.

     The sounds of the running shower pulled Alicea from
her dreamy, erotic mood. She thought about jumping her
husband in the steamy downpour, but realized she was
incredible thirsty. She reached for her purse and pulled
out some change. She decided to grab a  quick sip of iced
tea, then see if her husband needed any help in washing.

     She stepped out into the hall, forgetting the sheer
nature of the robe. She hurriedly walked to twenty feet or
so to the nearest vending machine. She dropped in her
change,  and bent over to grab her purchase.

     A door creaked down the hall as she lifted the can.
She turned her head towards the sound.

     It was him.

     The stranger walked towards her, his stride indicating
confidence or indifference, she wasn't sure which. But his
fixed eyes led her to believe it was confidence.

     Alicea failed to stand until the stranger was nearly
to her. She rose as he pulled even with her, turning her
head and keeping her eyes fixed on his. Something about his
stare... so mysterious... so alluring... so lustful, yet so
unthreatening.

     He smiled.

     Alicea was too numb to respond. The stranger continued
his walk down the hall. A cool draft spread up Alicea's leg
and tickled the hairs between her legs.

     He had seen her ass.

     She realized the robe must have been several inches
too short while she was bent over in front of the machine.
Her bare ass curved deliciously into view in that position
-- she knew from the various poses she performed in front
of the mirror. Then she realized something more
significant. He had seen her pussy. She had seen the
enticing folds of her cunt peeping from under her ass. He
had to seen it.

     Alicea raced back to her room, back to her husband.

     Tom had been happy to fuck his scantily clad wife yet
again. Alicea had appeared in the bathroom, and gave him a
small show. She bent over like she had at the machine,
asking her husband, "Do you think this is too short?" His
obviously said "No." Then she asked, "Doesn't this chain go
well with it?" And proceeded to open the front, exposing
the chain and her breasts. She dangled her husband's gift
across her nipples.

     Tom gulped his answer. Alicea dropped the robe to the
floor, then stepped into the steam with her husband.


     She had forgotten the encounter with the stranger the
night before. She awoke, her naked body pressed against her
naked husband, and thought only about her happiness and the
future that awaited them. She headed for the bathroom, and
noticed the golden robe lying on the floor. The thought of
the stranger returned. She must have given him quite a
thrill! She pulled the robe over her, remembering the look
of the man as she did.

     "I wonder..."

     She bent over at the knees, looking back towards the
mirror. Sure enough, her ass revealed itself quickly. Her
pussy followed right behind. She felt a wave of heat spread
across her at the sight. She stood back up and eyed herself
in the mirror. She noticed her hardened nipples through the
silk, and began playing with the robe. She exposed more of
her breast, then less. She tested the limits of how loosely
she could tie the front without exposing herself too much.
She enjoyed the spectacle of her cleavage.

     Without thinking, her left hand slipped under the silk
and gently massaged her left breast. She couldn't stop
thinking about the stranger, and how excited her would be
if he could see her like this! The gold fabric hung
delicately at the side off her naked breast, folding with
it's rising and falling  motion. She pictured his face
gazing intently at her... at her chest. "He may have seen
my pussy, but he hasn't seen these!"

     He right hand slid up her thigh, and under the robe.
She rubbed her pussy and stared at her beautiful body
jiggle. The robe remained barely tied across the front. She
saw a lustful look in her eye. Was that how she returned
his lustful stares? She closed her eyes at the thought.

     She felt his eyes upon her now. They existed in her
thoughts. She pretended he was on the other side of the
mirror, watching her bobbing tits... watching her pleasure
herself. She slipped a finger into her cunt.

     What if it was his finger?

     "Oooh..." she rammed it into her, bucking her hips
against her hand.

     What if it was his penis?

     Alicea stopped. She quickly closed her robe and headed
to the bedroom. She didn't look at her husband as she
pulled on a pair of shorts and covered her naked breasts
with a light sweater. She would go down and get some
coffee... she would go down and forget the thoughts she
just thought.


     Alicea took the coffee from the girl behind the desk.
She sipped the hot liquid, hoping to rest her quivering
body. The heat only seemed to compound her already flushed
skin. She turned, and headed for the elevator.

     "Oh God..."

     The stranger stood at the door. The elevator had come
down, but he didn't get off.

     She stepped inside, secure only in the fact an elderly
couple got on with her. She refused to look at the man, but
knew his eyes were on her. She FELT his eyes on her.

     Her heart pounded beneath the sweater. Her hand shook
as she brought the coffee to her lips. She bit her lip as
she felt a tingling between her legs. It grew, as if
fingers were brushing against the folds, sending shivering
waves through her body. Her pussy acted alone, as if it
knew it had been seen, and wanted to be seen again. She
sipped again from the coffee, unaware the elevator had
stopped.

     The old couple stepped off. No one else got on. The
elevator continued upwards. Alicea knew she had to at least
glance at the man. If not, he would know he got to her. She
prepared herself to smile slightly. She forced her head to
move slowly towards him, expecting him to be wearing a huge
grin and say something crass.

     He stared back.

     As if his eyes had never left her, he stared back. As
if they had no other purpose, they stared back. Alicea felt
a pounding sensation hit her from head to toe. She was
going to smile then look away. She didn't smile. She didn't
look away.

     Alicea stared into his eyes, and knew she was naked to
him. She had on no clothes, and he had the real experience
of her naked beauty to strengthen the weakest imagination.
She had never witnessed so bold a statement of a man's lust
for her, yet he had not spoken a single word.

     And she didn't look away.

     The elevator stopped at her floor. The door opened.
Alicea was supposed to move. The man did. He moved to about
an inch from her. The door closed. Alicea felt her cunt
throbbing She felt her nipples burning.

     He kissed her.

     He didn't move with attack or over-zealous lust. he
simply pressed his lips against hers, and kissed. She
kissed back. She felt her moist lips meet his, and slide
smoothly across them.

     The door opened. The next floor. A man and his son
entered. The stranger had broken his kiss with the opening
of the door, and looked with Alicea at the intruders. An
eternity seemed to pass by. Alicea eyed the open door.
Every sensible impulse in her told her to go through it.
She moved forward, and was stopped by the stranger's
unnoticing body.

     His hand was on her breast.

     Alicea saw the form indented by his firm press. She
began to realize it had been there almost the whole time.

     She pushed past the stranger into the hallway. She
raced for the stairs, hoping he wasn't following. She
reached the end of the hall, panting heavily.

     "You stupid girl, you stupid, stupid girl!" She
chastised herself as she descended the staircase. So much
for not letting him think he had gotten to her. So much for
acting cool and like a dutiful wife.

     Tom woke up with a start, his naked wife's cunt
rubbing his cock to life. He pulled the light sweater off
her, and felt the chain dangle from her breasts and into
his face. Alicea slipped her cunt onto Tom's now hard cock,
and pulled the chain from her neck as he fucked her.

     Again, she managed to put the encounter out of her
mind as they prepared for some sightseeing. They had gotten
a late start, thanks to Alicea's fucking. She needed his
cock in her, it reminded her of the love she felt for him,
and her commitment to his wonderful marriage. As long as
Tom made love o her, the world would be perfect.

     But her insatiable drive tired her poor husband, and
she finally agreed to let him up. They would catch a few
sights, have a romantic dinner, and return to the room
rejuvenated and ready for all-night passion.

     She at the main doors with her husband, waiting for
their ride. She kept her eyes focused on the road winding
away from the hill. Soon their taxi would be here, and she
wouldn't have to worry about looking at the stranger a few
yards away.

     But the taxi was of little help. It seemed he appeared
everywhere they went, always popping into her view when Tom
couldn't see him. He stared at her at the restaurant. He
stared at her at the beach. He stared at her at the museum.
With each sighting, his lust grew heavier on her. His
intentions seemed to take on physical form, exciting her
pussy and breasts with invisible hands. She never left her
husband's side. She wasn't going to let him touch her
again. She wasn't going to let him gain anything forbidden
from her. She was a new wife...


     Dinner seemed to arrive after days. Finally, they sat
down in a nice, private restaurant. The secluded booth was
perfect hidden from prying eyes. Only her husband's eyes
and the eyes of their teenage waitress could gaze upon her
breasts and beauty. She sighed, and pressed the chain
against her ample cleavage. She wore a dress to kill, and
wondered how long her husband could stand looking at her
like this.

     It wasn't long before Tom's foot found its way under
the dress and to her panties. His toes rubbed against her
pussy as she slightly humped the welcome intrusion. He
dropped an olive down her chest, and feigned a difficult
time in its retrieval. His hand slid wonderfully across her
breasts. He made a game of it, occasionally finding a new
item to wedge in her cleavage. She was thankful for their
private booth as his hands caused a breast to pop out of
the dress several times. Each time he quickly scanned the
room, then dipped the nipple in wine or ketchup only to
remove it with a gentle, sucking, well-placed kiss.

     Alicea came in her panties, and eagerly looked forward
to returning to the bedroom. Tom pulled her hand into his
pants, and she stroked his cock under the table. Tom bit
hard on a steak bone, trying not to cry out as she massaged
and jerked his penis.

     Alicea felt a hot stream of sperm squirt onto her
hand. Damn! she wanted to pleasure him, but not knock him
out too early! She rubbed his semen in her napkin, but
realized she needed to do a better job of cleaning up. She
covered her hand in the napkin and headed for the ladies
room.

     She easily made it outside the dining area and into
the lobby. She spotted the restroom sign and headed for the
hallway. Someone was sitting in a chair, next to the
hallway entrance.

     It was him.

     She felt a combination of fear and anger. The bastard
and followed them again, and simply waited for a glimpse of
her on the way out. She hoped she could brush by him before
he noticed her. She couldn't. The stranger rose to his
feet, blocking the hallway. Alicea almost ran right into
him. She was about to say "Excuse me," or "Fuck you." But
he would enjoy the second choice too much.

     But before she spoke, he started backing into the
hallway, allowing Alicea to move to the door, even though
she remained in front of him. She didn't look at his eyes
until he stopped again.

     They were deep into the hallway. The women's bathroom
was at the far end, and they were effectively cut-off from
the restaurant eyes.

     She wanted to scream, but again found his eyes. Her
body was still twitching from her sexplay with Tom. It
continued to twitch as the stranger's eyes beheld her in
the tight dress. She felt his gaze as it met her breasts --
it practically spilled across them like a hot liquid. They
moved to her waist, and she felt his eyes like a pair of
gripping hands at her hips. They moved to her legs, and she
felt his gaze like a soft wind riding up and down her
thigh.

     It was his hand.

     The stranger coaxed his index finger up and down the
bare flesh of her thigh. His other hand took hers, the one
with the napkin. She felt the sperm squeeze between their
hands as he lowered it to her waist. She felt her own fist
push the dress upwards, guided by the stranger's intent.
She felt her own and press against her panties, the turn
over and bring the sperm-filled napkin against her. The
fabric seemed so thin. Her hand dropped free as the
stranger's pushed the napkin into her pussy. She felt it's
dampness ooze against her, and slide against her. He pushed
into her, the panties bending into her opening, and felt
his finger push the sperm and napkin against her clit.

     She was frozen. Absolutely frozen as the napkin wedged
slowly into her cunt. It was her husband's sperm. But the
stranger's hand. She fought for an outcry within her. A
vocal force of reason that would scream the wrongness of
this act. But it was her husband's sperm!!!

     The inevitable happened, and someone started towards
the hallway. He walked down the length, and Alicea felt his
burning eyes lock on the rubbing object between her legs.
If  she doubted he saw, the lack of a door creaking open
confirmed it. This man was watching someone rub her
husband's sperm into her.

     Alicea snapped the trance, and quickly headed out the
hallway. She intruder watched her with stunned silence as
she brushed passed him.



     Tom was asleep. They had sex. Once. She let her
husband undress her, kiss her breasts, and fuck her without
imagination. She came, but the heat they shared at the
table never returned. She pulled her husband's face to her,
cradling it between her breasts as she tried to rekindle
her lust and passion. She wanted to be lost in him. To feel
him inside her. To ride wildly on his thrusting cock and
believe he was the best fuck in the world.

     But he was sleeping. Alicea couldn't blame him. They
had barely slept since they arrived, and her insistent sex
had tuckered him out. She let his head fall to her side.
She carefully moved his body off hers, and stood up.

     She played with the chain as she nakedly moved through
the room. She realized again an incredible thirst, and
gathered coins for the vending machine. She felt Tom's
sperm still inside her, and pulled on her gold panties. She
didn't want to drip down the hallway.

     She wrapped herself in the matching gold, silk robe
and headed out the door. She was well on her way when she
remembered just how revealing the robe was. Of course, with
only a pair of panties on underneath, she couldn't help but
feel somewhat naked. The silk hung revealingly over her
breasts, giving clear suggestions of their size and
firmness. It's ability to hand past her waist was again in
question, and revealed small flashes of her matching gold
panties as she strode quickly down the hall.

     She didn't think about anything. She focused her eyes
on the machine and let her thirst define her quest.

     The air was a bit colder in the hallway, and she felt
a noticeable draft crawl up her legs and under the robe.
She passed several men in the hallway, all noticeably
turned their heads as they went by.

     She reached the machine, and plunked in her coins. Her
can of iced tea clanked at the bottom, and she carefully
bent over to pick it up.

     Something pressed against her ass.

     She stood up quickly, ready to scream at the person
touching her.

     It was him.

     She saw the stranger's reflection in the reflection of
the machine. She froze, though without surprise, and
remained as silent as she had in all their encounters. She
noticed the man was dressed only in swim trunks, and
realized without doubt the pressure she felt against her
was his erect penis.

     He slid up the robe.

     Alicea remained frozen as he exposed her beautiful
ass. She remained frozen as his hand pressed against her
panties. A finger slipped in under the elastic, and glided
along the edge across her hip.

     She should stop him... she should stop him... the
thought repeated in her mind. He pressed his hips against
her, pushing his hardened cock directly between the cheeks.
She continued facing the machine.

     His hands moved up her waist, and pressed her
forbidden breasts through the silk. His fingers started to
play with the tie of the robe. Then she remembered
something: no bra. If he opened the robe, her breasts would
be exposed to him. That couldn't happen, even if she
enjoyed the touch. Even if she enjoyed the idea.

     She caught his hands and pulled them away from her
breasts. He let her take his hands away, then took the iced
tea away from her. Alicea felt her arms drop to her side.
She froze with the cold touch of the can. The stranger
brought it to her cleavage. She felt the weight press
against her new chain and dig it into her flesh.

     "Uhh..." she gasped at the cold. She felt her nipples
immediately harden with the chilling ripple. The stranger
moved the can across her left breast, dampening the silk
with the condensation. Some droplets slid down the middle,
again chilling her chest and causing her to gasp. Her body
was frozen still, but only partly from the coldness of the
can. He moved the can up and down her right nipple, bending
it under the silk with the top ridge.

     Alicea felt the same trance as before. Why was she
letting this man touch her like this? Why was she getting
so turned on? She decided to stop him, but her body refused
to obey. He's just touching... there's nothing wrong with
touching...

     The stranger managed to tuck the can between the folds
of the robe, and began sliding it down. The motion caused
the robe to open, increasing  the exposed area of her
chest. Alicea watched as the white chain became visible,
then the shadowed curves of her large, tender breasts. His
body pressed completely against her, warming her back while
chilling her front. She felt his hot breath pour down her
neck as her robe opened. She looked down at her cleavage,
aware the curves and shadows she clearly saw were visible
to him as he peered over her shoulder. He kissed her neck.
She remained frozen.

     If he tried to open her robe all the way, she was
going to let him... No! She caught his hand. It had become
cold from the can, and her own flesh seemed to burn as it
pressed against him.

     She wasn't going to show him her breasts. She wasn't
going to let him open her robe and view the forbidden parts
of her that were only for her husband's eyes! The stranger
returned his hands to Alicea's hips. Alicea noticed the
robe was open down to her stomach. She noticed the dangling
chain that rested remindingly between her breasts -- tucked
snugly in the warm cleavage. Her nipples were still
covered. She felt triumphant in the fact. He had seen a lot
of skin, but nothing forbidden.

     He started humping. He moved his cock against her,
teasing her with its length and desire. Oh God... Alicea
felt a rush of heat between her legs. She wanted to move
away. She wanted to flee. But she wasn't fucking,  she
wasn't fucking... She was guarded by his swim trunks and
her panties.

     She wasn't fucking...

     But the erotic flush was still enough for her body to
instinctively push back and onto his cock.

     "Ohh!" she gasped as he mashed her against the
machine, dropping the iced tea. His hands started caressing
her hips and sides, pushing the robe well above her waist,
as he humped harder against her.

     "Wow!" Alicea heard two men walk by. They saw her
being humped by this man.

     "Oh, my God!" a woman walked by. She saw her being
humped by this man.

     A third man whistled. He saw her being humped by this
man.

     The stranger slid his hands up inside her robe. The
naked flesh of her hips was being touched. It's ok... it's
ok... she thought. It's nothing forbidden... Why? Why?
Why am I letting him do this? She tried to rationalize her
acceptance as her body was slowly humped against the
machine.

     "Mommy, what are they doing?"

     Alicea noticed a young boy out of the corner of her
eye.

     "Come away, Donnie! Come away from there!" The
mother tried to pull her son away from the sight of the
strange man methodically rubbing his penis against Alicea's
panties. Away from the image of his hands caressing a
nearly naked woman's exposed hips and her body banging into
the vending machine. But the boy shook his mother off as he
watched the stranger reach up underneath the robe  to
Alicea's bare breasts...

     Alicea snapped out of it. The touch of the stranger's
hand against the round forms of her beauty was the breaking
point. That was forbidden.

     Or was it the presence of the child and his mother?

     Alicea hurriedly made her way down the all, never
looking back at the man or the gawking little boy, all the
while hoping it was the forbidden, unallowed touch that
made her stop. Not the fact the were interrupted...

     "Girl, what's the matter with you?" Alicea stared at
her image in the mirror as she spoke under her breath. She
had just woken up, and now had to deal with last night. She
refused to think about the evening before. She refused to
think about her idleness while a strange man got off on
her. Tom had just shopped in the shower, and she was alone
in the room, thinking...

     She sat up in the bed, guilty for what happened when
she returned. She woke up Tom. She once again managed to
bring his tired cock to life. She was desperate to be
fucked by him. If he hadn't woken u, she would have fucked
his hand while he slept if necessary.

     But she knew she didn't let go. For the first time,
she faked an orgasm with Tom. She faked the ecstasy, she
faked the moans, she faked the satisfaction. Her body had
tingled with sexual arousal, but it was as if Tom's hands
had no feeling. They couldn't stimulate her smooth flesh.
His lips couldn't quench her burning thirst. His hardened
cock couldn't fill her opening of lust.

     She made him go get her an iced tea. She couldn't go
into that hallway again. Tom came back, a look of
exhaustion dominating his face. He didn't even shut the
door all the way behind him. He fell into bed with his wife
and instantly fell asleep as his wife gulped down her
thirst.

     Alicea got up, ready to dress herself. She found her
gold panties, and routinely pulled them on. She eyed her
luggage, and felt the urge to dig through it disappear in
an instant. All she knew she felt was uncertainty.

     She plucked the matching robe from the floor and
pulled it tightly around her. She wondered if Tom would
come out of the shower a rejuvenated sex machine. It didn't
seem to matter. She sat her precious body in front of the
mirror, and began brushing her hair.  Quickly it returned
to its blonde luster. Alicea found her eyes looking more at
the ride beneath the robe... at the chain that hanging
comfortably between her breasts.

     The door opened...

     Alicea looked in the mirror and saw him. She wasn't
surprised, she wasn't afraid.

     He seemed hesitant, as if her rebuke of him last night
was the final conclusion of their mini-affair. Alicea
looked back at him in the mirror. He was still dressed in
his trunks from the night before. She stood up, wearing the
same robe and panties she wore in their last encounter. The
same robe he dampened with a dripping can. The same smooth,
silky, robe he nearly slid off her gorgeous body. Alicea
knew he had touched her where she shouldn't let a man touch
her. But she had drawn the line. She left when his touch
grew inappropriate  She left before his touch became
absolutely forbidden. Once in the elevator. Once in the
restaurant. Once in the hall.

     Alicea opened her robe.

     The smooth silk slowly glided off her creamy skin. The
chain became visible. Her shadowed curves became visible.
The round shape of her breasts opened into view, along with
her forbidden, tender, pink nipples.

     She offered her breasts to him. She offered him
forbidden touch.

     She had about five seconds before he was on her. He
kissed her -- longly and wetly. His hand groped and
squeezed her breast. Alicea grabbed it, but this time
didn't move it off her. She spread his open palm over her
nipples, wedged it in her cleavage, and massaged herself
with his forbidden touch. Her breasts moved and shaped to
his eager grasp. Her nipples bent under his fingers. Then
she brought his hand to her mouth, and sucked the lingering
taste.

     He threw her onto the bed. Alicea's body bounced on
the mattress, her breasts swaying with the motion. She
pulled off her panties as the stranger pulled of his
trunks.

     Alicea wanted to cry out as he penetrated her. She
wanted to vocalize the absolute pleasure she felt as his
cock slid into her. He fucked her hard, his thrusts
pounding into her, burying his cock deep within her. They
bucked wildly up and down on the bed. Alicea wrapped her
wide-spread legs around her lover. Her breasts bounced just
as wildly up and down as he fucked her.

     Alicea's thoughts were gone. Her lust was in
overdrive. Her body quivered and trembled from the purest
fucking she had ever known. She wanted his cock, she wanted
his cum. She wanted to fuck him over and over again as that
magnificent cock slipped in and out of her cunt. Those
eyes... those stares... Alicea felt his lust reach for
fulfillment with each fucking movement.

     The bed squeaked with the fucking, as loudly as a bed
had ever seemed to squeak. His cock hurt her. But she
forced it in harder with her insistent tugs. Fuck me.. fuck
me... she screamed to herself over and over again. Be my
fucker, be my lover...

     The stranger was deliberate and frenzied in his pace.
He was aware of this woman's new husband in the shower, and
knew he had to fuck her quick and good. He focused his eyes
on her bouncing tits and the chain tossed around between
them.

     "Oh... oh... oh..." Alicea moaned quietly with his
thrusts. Her robe hung completely open at her sides.

     He was seeing her all beauty. She smiled with the
memory. Her saw her face, her tits, her pussy... she was
naked with this man, this man that was not her husband. She
was fucking this man, this man that as not her husband.

     The stranger grunted. His sperm shot into her, licking
the slippery walls of her cunt. She felt it ooze inside
her, tickling her clit and thighs. Oohh, his cum... her
cunt felt so alive from the sticky wetness. It trickled out
her pussy, down her legs and onto the sheet.

     "Rub it! Oh please, rub it!" she only thought the
words, but they were answered.

     The stranger took the blanket in hand, and wedged it
between her legs.

     "Ohh... oohhh..." Alicea kicked as his fingers pushed
his sperm into her. No panties were in the way. Nothing
stopped his sperm. He rubbed her hard and fast. The chain
bounced on Alicea's breasts, the clasp had moved to the
front.

     Her hands found it, and removed the obtrusive chain
from her breasts.

     The stranger moved his body up hers, his cock hard
once again. The chain was gone... now replaced by his
swollen cock.

     His juiced-up penis slid between her breasts. She
pushed them together, tightening them on the slippery
length. His hands joined hers, and massaged her tits while
his cock fucked them.

     The shower stopped.

     The stranger kept humping. Alicea kept fucking. She
heard the sounds of her husband sliding the curtain. She
heard the sounds of him brushing his teeth. But she focused
on the slurping sounds of the stranger's cock fucking her
tits. Cum on me... Oh, cum on me...

     The sperm shot into her neck, leaving a glistening
trail of white along her chest. She dipped her head, and
tasted the amount of cum that spurted into her mouth. The
stranger sat up, and moved is cock to her lips. Alicea took
it, and sucked the gobbed sperm and her own juice from the
tip and length.

     Her husband's electric razor stopped.

     Alicea sprung from the bed. The stranger had his
trunks on in an instant was quickly headed out the door.
Alicea wrapped her sperm covered breasts in the robe

     Tom emerged, his body still dripping from the water.
Alicea stood before her husband.

     "Mmmm." Tom hummed as he kissed his bride. His hands
went for the tie...

     Alicea grabbed his hand, and pushed him aside. She
headed for the bathroom to wash the sperm from her cunt and
tits.

     In a little while, she would go for some iced tea.

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