Once we got inside, he was completely different. The sexy, confident, dominating guy from the club was back. Kissing me and feeling me up. Pinching my nipples and cupping my ass. He pulled me up, supporting my weight so he could grind his dick into my crotch as we kissed. I guess I was easy for him to hold me up. We sat down on the couch, and he pulled me onto his lap. I couldn't help myself, and I hiked up my dress up and straddled his legs. I was grinding on his crotch as we kept kissing. I wondered what my husband would say if he say me being this wanton whore, but I was beyond horny, and was only a couple pieces of fabric away from getting what I wanted.

We made out for a long time. I thought of Ron for a moment. I was going to give his pussy to Damon, at his request. In just a few short minutes, I was going to have another man's cum in my husband's pussy. I hoped he didn't regret asking me to do this, but it was as good as done at this point, as I was not going to stop Damon from fucking me.

I slid off Damon's lap and worked his pants open as he felt me up. Once I got his cock out, I just marveled at it. It was huge and thick and looked like chocolate. I had to taste him again, and I took his cock head into my mouth. I needed him to fuck me, but tonight he was getting my best blow job. I licked and sucked him, switching back and forth between sucking his cock and licking his balls with my tongue. I brought him to the edge of orgasm, then switched back to his worshiping his balls long enough to let him cool down before starting over again.

I took my time, and spent more than 25 minutes sucking him off before he finally grabbed me by my hair and started shoving his cock down my throat. He couldn't stand it anymore, and I liked that I got him that excited. There is no nice way to say it. He fucked my face. I could not breath, but he had more than half his 11 inch dick down my throat, pumping in and out of my mouth, over and over again until he was shooting his cum down my throat. Ron would have loved seeing me get my face fucked by a big black cock. Then I thought, "The pervert would probably love it."

It was the most cock I had taken in my mouth by a large margin, but honestly, I liked it. Scratch that. I LOVED sucking Damon's cock. I hoped it will turn Ron on when I tell him about it. Once I got Damon hard again, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, not at all straining to pick me up. He laid me on the bed and pushed up my dress before pulling my hose and panties down in one quick move. Then he got between my legs and lined his cock up with my pussy, rubbing the enormous head up and down my dripping wet slit before pushing forward.

I'll never forget the exact moment when the head of his cock penetrated me. God, he was big. Really big. It felt like he was going to split me in two, but somehow it didn't. It was a feeling unlike anything I'd felt before. He exclaimed, "God damn you are tight!"

I couldn't help it. I could not keep quiet. Partially from getting stretched out by his size, and part because it felt so damn good, I was moaning and screaming, "Oh God! Yes! Please fuck me!". And then I started shaking. So violently, he stopped and asked if I was ok. I had to reassure him that in spite of my small size, I was tougher than I looked and I would not break. I had just had a monster orgasm. I would never say anything to Ron, but my God, it was without a doubt the best fuck of my life!

Damon POUNDED my pussy with the monster. I could not believe he was able to get all of it inside me, but he did. All the way down to his balls. When he was fully inside me, I could feel it all the way up in my stomach. He talked a lot, and seemed to enjoy making me beg for it, but I would have said anything at that time I was so into it. I'm sure I made all his neighbors mad at the noise I was making.

I came twice in the first 5 minutes, then went another 5 minutes without one, as I built up to a HUGE orgasm. As soon as it subsided, another one crashed down on me, and then another. "Oh God!" I shouted. "I can't stop cumming!" I lost count I had so many orgasms. Damon came in my pussy twice, and after the last one, we collapsed on the bed, exhausted. I love my husband, but he never fucked me for over an hour like that. I was sore and throbbing and had Damon's cum all over me, but I didn't care.

Then I screwed up. I closed my eyes just for a second. I admit it, I made a mistake. By the time I regained consciousness, Damon was already pressing his cock into me as I slept on my stomach. I opened my legs to accommodate his size, and then realized that the sun was now shining through the blinds. I had a momentary panic attack, as I figured out I had accidently spent the night at Damon's, but at this point, I didn't want to stop Damon, so I let him fuck me again.

He hammered me from behind for another 30 minutes, making my poor pussy cum three more times before he unloading in me. After that, I quickly gathered up my clothes, putting my panties and hose in my purse and did the walk of shame. When I got home, I stood at the door, wondering if I should knock or just go in. I wasn't even sure Ron would even let me in the house. I opened the door and Ron was in the living room on the couch, watching television drinking coffee. I walked over to him and got down on my knees in front of him, apologizing over and over. He just stopped me and told me to sit down, as he was not at all upset I had accidently slept over at Damon's. "I assumed you would. That's what a single woman would do, right? We both agreed to tell him you are single, so you should have stayed over."

I was very relieved, and just agreed with him, not wanting to push it any further. I'm so lucky to have him. No one else would have tolerated that mistake.

"Well?" he asked, wanting me to give him the details of my night. I played coy and just shrugged like I didn't know what he was talking about. "Come on! Tell me! Did he fuck you?" I just teased him and just said, "Yes. Maybe.".

He fired a million questions at me, but finally settled on one for me to answer first, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Baby, I won't lie to you, you know that. I'm not trying to embarrass you, but I will tell you the truth." I declared. "You are my husband, and we make love. Sweet, sensual, perfect love. I wouldn't change a thing. But Damon is not my husband, and he has no such feelings for me." I paused for a moment, not wanting to say it, but I owed him the truth, and I promised him I would. "Babe, he fucked me. Not the same as you, but still pretty good too. So yes, I enjoyed it a lot. I admit it." I explained.

"What do you mean he fucked you?" he asked as he shifted on the couch next to me.

"I don't want you to be jealous babe, but I mean he FUCKED me. Pulled my hair, spanked my ass, pounded my pussy, FUCKED me like a whore! I'm sore from it. You love me too much to do that to me, and I'm happy for that, but Damon just let loose on me. It was very intense." I hid my face in shame.

"That is the most erotic, hottest thing I've ever heard." Ron said, looking for my eyes. "I am so turned on right now. I am so happy you did that." I had to go one and tell him all the details of our coupling. What position Damon fucked me in, where he came, how long he fucked me, how many times I came, everything. I even admitted to Ron that Damon fucked me again this morning before I walked home.

"So you just had sex like 20 minutes ago?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes babe." I meekly replied. "I could not help myself. He was already poking me when I woke up. I'm weak. I couldn't say no to it. I'm such a slut."

Ron just laughed out loud. "That was the whole point of the fantasy. You are not a slut babe. Or if you are, you are MY slut, and I LOVE it. I'm rock hard hearing about it."

"I'm sorry babe, but I need a shower. I'm a mess. I don't think I can do anything right now. I'm too sore. I'd be happy to give you a blow job though." I told him.

He quickly agreed, and asked just one more thing from me. "Babe, can I see you?"

I was humiliated. Damon's cum was running down my legs, but I lifted the hem of my dress and let my husband see my swollen, red, thoroughly fucked, married pussy leaking another man's cum like a broken faucet. He thought it was so erotic. I sucked him off right there in the living room. Not once but twice. And I surprised him by swallowing his cum both times. I guess I'm developing a taste for it. After sucking "the monster", giving Ron a blow job was easy. It was a little embarrassing that he had to help me up the stairs afterwards, but I was REALLY sore from Damon fucking me.

After a shower, we were sitting on the couch, resting, and Ron asked me, "Do you want to see him again?"

"No. Once was enough. I fulfilled the fantasy, and had a lot of fun, but we are married and I can't be sleeping with another guy." I told him.

"I understand. You are probably right." he sounded disappointed. "But I really appreciate you doing that for me. I will never forget it. I love you so much!"