My husbands friend/coworker "Sergio" and I had become somewhat of regular fuck buddies soon after we first met. My husband traveled a lot which allowed Sergio and I more access to play. We would meet occasionally at hotels in the surrounding areas for day time fuck sessions.

Living in the same small town and him working with my hubby meant we saw Sergio and his now wife on a regular basis. I enjoyed seeing them out together actually and loved to completely ignore his existence on the planet and see her hateful smirking face as I passed by. She had been aware he and I had something going but never could actually prove it. Anyway, she despised me and the feeling was mutual.

Well Christmas time was closing in and one evening my husband and I decided to go to a party that his work was having at a local Country Club.

As usual, everyone was drinking, dancing and having a good time. My husband though seemed to get extremely wasted pretty quickly and was more or less off doing his own thing. I danced, had some drinks, and just mingled. Sergio and his wife were at the party as well, although we had not hooked up in a few weeks because we had been arguing about nonsense. So, at various times throughout the evening I would notice him watching me dance, giving me “that look” and trying to be flirtatious. I more or less ignored it because I play by my rules and I don’t bend for anyone…..or any cock.

So, I had a few drinks and needed to go the restroom. I told my hubby to go get in line and get me another drink while I was gone. When I came out of the restroom Sergio was standing there, dressed to kill in his pressed clothes, looking nice as always. He was telling me he was sorry for our argument and that he missed me and all that. I just told him we would discuss it later and headed back to dance.

An hour or so had passed and the situation basically repeated itself. This time when I came out of the restroom he pulled me into him and told me he wanted to take me out behind the building. I knew there were security cameras outside so I immediately said no. Then he mentioned the empty banquet room just a few doors down from where we were standing. I told him ok, but had to go back to the restroom first. I was wearing a short skirt, exposing some cleavage as usual, and my thong which I removed and threw in the restroom trash can. Don’t want things like that to slow me down!

I came out and moved into the rear banquet room. He was already there and secured the door behind me. We immediately started kissing, his cock, as usual, was instantly hard and I could feel it pressing into me. I began to rub his cock through his pants, his breathing increased, his hips began to move and thrust into my hand. I slowly unzipped his pants, releasing his rigid Latino cock from the restraints of his slacks. He was so fucking hard, his cock dripped of precum. I loved making him this fucking horny. I slid off my high heels and squatted down before him, unbuckling his belt, unsnapping his pants and fully released his entire cock, which was maybe a little longer and thicker than my husbands.

I began licking and sucking the head, tasting his sweet precum and feeling his cock throbbing between my lips. I licked his balls and sucked his cock with intensity. He began thrusting into my mouth, I could tell by the twitching of his cock that he was close to cumming. I stopped just before he came, stood up and kissed him. He spun me around, lifting my skirt and exposing my ass and wet pussy. He loved fucking me from behind. He loved this married, white girl ass! He drove his hard cock deep into me, fucking me with hard slow thrust, deep, slapping his heavy balls against my dripping wet pussy.

I was squeezing his cock with my pussy, I could tell it was more than he could take. His hands gripped my ass harder, his legs began to tighten and the BOOM, his cock exploded a huge load of his hot cum deep into my married pussy.

With my pussy dripping wet from our mix of cum, he turned me around and kissed me again. I thought we were done but I should have known better because he ALWAYS fucked me multiple times.

He sat me back on the table I had previously been bent over on, spread my legs and shoved his still hard cock into my cum soaked pussy. He fucked me so hard. I could hear his cock slamming in and out of my pussy, I could feel a combination of our cum splashing against his balls with each deep stroke. Luckily the music from the party was loud and drowned out any noise that may have escaped our hiding spot.

Soon , he came again, this time he pulled his cock out and shot a rope of cum on my freshly shaven pussy & pierced clit, then shoved it back into me to release the rest of his sweet milk inside me.

He started gathering himself, getting his pants back up and pulling himself together. I wiped the cum off my stomach and pussy with the table cloth which was over the table I had just been vigorously fucked on. We kissed again and he exited the room returned to the party.

I gave him a few minutes to get clear of the area then I left the room and returned to the restroom to clean up a little more since his massive load was still dripping from my pussy.

As I entered the main area I saw him and his drunken wife were standing on the side of the dance area and where in what looked to be a heated conversation, on verge of an argument.

As I made my way across the room, she walked away from him. She and I just happened to cross paths about half way across the room. I didn’t say a word, but apparently I had a grin on my face that she didn’t like given her current state of anger with him…..for whatever he may have done to piss her off. Lol. Anyway, as she walked by she asked me, “what in the fuck are you looking at?” I said, “excuse me?” She said, “you heard me.” I simply replied with a devilish smile, “fuck you!” She said, “I wouldn’t want to fuck you.” In which I replied, “Your man sure does not seem to mind it.”

She looked furious and just walked away at that point. What made it even more comical to me is that as she and I were trading greetings, her husband's warm cum was literally running down my inner thigh. I thought to myself that I should have told her, “bitch, as a matter of fact you will be lucky if I’m not pregnant.”

I danced a song or two and at some point my hammered hubby had apparently been taken home while I was getting my brains fucked out. I danced a few more songs, and drove myself home and went to bed.

Thinking back, I should have rubbed my wet pussy all over my passed out hubby’s face just to add to my fun.