Husband Bets Rival-And I Win! Pt. 03

His dick flexed. "Fuck," he said.

"Fuck," I agreed. His body was so masculine, his cock thick and hard, and right now he wanted me-- and while I was pretending to be aroused by sucking him, I was very much aroused by sucking him. The worst part was that even though I knew I'd stop after the blowjob, part of me wanted him to win, to see through my little game and just dominate me, throw me on the bed and fuck the ambivalence out of me. But I couldn't allow that to happen. For my poor husband's sake, I had to make this stud cum hard.

I lovingly tongued the leaking tip of his perfect dick. I looked up at him with innocent eyes. "You know I hate you, right?"

"I can tell," he said, watching me make love to his shaft.

"But I have to admit you have a beautiful cock." It looked even bigger, pulsing, oozing with his precum. He was so close. "How does it look between my lips?"

"Spectacular," he groaned. Really close.

"But I'm only doing this," I said, in between french kissing his cock head, "to show you how you couldn't even fuck me." Cum for me, you thick dicked bastard, cum.

He laughed and groaned at the same time. "What makes you think I'm not going to fuck you?" his dick swelling suddenly, balls rising, as he tried in vain to hold back.

"Because," I said, looking up at him, licking his shaft from balls to tip and finally bringing him off, "I'm going to make you cum all over my face."

Our eyes locked-- mine sparkling and innocent, his glazing over, and then he came. Wow! He slipped one hand to the back of my head to keep me from moving, but I wasn't going anywhere, I was committed. I took most of the whole shaft in my mouth, swallowing eagerly. With each burst I dragged slowly back and forth, tickling the shaft with my tongue as I pulled slowly back to the tip. He was cumming hard, and I felt pulses of pride at how easily I had made him lose control.

"Swallow it, you cheating slut," he growled.

I giggled out loud and to myself. He could call me any kind of names, but I had all the power. I gazed up at him as he moaned, gloating over his vulnerability. His ass clenched repeatedly as I drained him into my victorious mouth. I let out a gleeful squeal to let him know that I was having fun with my toy cock, I was in control of it. I pulled back to the head and lightly traced my fingers on the underside of his still spurting cock and heavy balls, swallowing lustily. "Mmmmmm," I cooed, as my other hand snaked between his legs and held his ass. I'd give this jerk something to remember.

My poor husband, he would die if he saw me on my knees like this, eagerly taking this jerk's cum, draining him, gloating through my squeals-- even if it was all for show.

"Fuck yeah, you slut," Jack groaned through his orgasm, "Your husband would be so proud." His enraged dick blasted cum into me to reinforce his point. I part chuckled, part moaned. He was right, on some level he would have been proud. Here I was, acting like a big titted bimbo, doing exactly what guys always fantasized about-- but I was doing it with another man he didn't like. And I was loving it.

I swallowed every drop. When he finished I let him watch me trace the drooling cock-tip on my mouth like lip gloss. I puckered my lips and kissed it. Then I stood up, my hands raised daintily, shoulders back and tits thrust forward.

"You are an amazing, beautiful, and very naughty, girl," he said admiringly.

I slowly, pointlessly, dabbed my juicy lips with the back of my hand, and said innocently, "did I do something bad?"

"Look at your sexy body." He put his hand in the small of my back and pulled my curves into him, and we gazed into the mirror. It did look... hot. His hard masculine body towering behind me, and my hand-- my engagement ring-- resting on his muscular chest. He saw me looking at it and smiled, relishing in the fact that yet again he had taken another man's wife.

"Fuck," he said. "Someone should photograph this."

Before I could stop him, he stretched out his hand and snap-- he had a picture of himself holding a trophy of his conquest, a picture of another tipsy blonde he had seduced away from her husband and corrupted at the end of his dick. I was simultaneously horrified-- and aroused--

"Don't you dare--!"

And then I realized he was holding my camera!

"You could always delete it," he said with enraging confidence. He knew I couldn't, how could I? No matter how dangerous it was to keep it I could never bring myself to delete it. "Show it to your girlfriends, they'll be jealous of you," he suggested. I looked at the picture as he ran his hands along my ribs. I tried to see it objectively. It was porno hot. Fuck, why did it have to look so perfect with this jerk?

He pointed the camera again. "Let's take a cropped one to send to your husband... you can tease him that it's you and me."

"You are so bad!" I said, obligingly posing.

"You could say no," he said, and took the picture.

"He'd never believe it's me," I said. "But it'll blow his mind if we pretend it is." Oh! What had come over me!

"It's not enough that you'll be thinking of me when you have sex, now you want him to think of me?"

So full of himself! I turned to look at his his now spent dick, and lightly rubbed my big tits. It was time to go on the offensive. "I must have really turned you on." I snaked my hand down to his cock. "I knew you wouldn't be able to handle me."

"Looks to me like I handled you just fine" he said, slapping my ass.

I took his now deflated dick in my hand. It was still thick and heavy, but now flaccid it seemed to me so defeated, chastised. I had beaten him, poor guy would need a week to recover and I'd be long gone. "Do you know how stupid you are?" I said, standing as confidently like a vixen as I could. "I never liked you, and it was only an accident you got me topless in the first place. But what kind of a guy has a gorgeous blonde naked in his arms, and doesn't try to get his dick in her? A blowjob? What are we, in high school?" I took a long drink from his nearby beer, at the end deliberately letting the foam surprise me by swelling up and overflowing out of my mouth and onto my chest. Oops. I dabbed my lips with my hand.

"I thought you didn't like me," he said, surprised.

I laid it back on thick again, letting him realize that I had been in control the whole time. My erect nipples pressed against his chest, reminding him that he had left me unsatisfied; I stood on my toes on one leg while I raised the other one to rub his muscular thigh, teasing his spent and defeated dick with my moist and exposed pussy, tracing his weary and saliva slicked cock riskily along the outside of my very wet and hungry cunt lips, and I kissed him lustily. "A real man would have satisfied me anyway."

"Sounds like a challenge," he said. And he picked me up, flung me over his shoulder, and carried me into the cabana.

I squealed in surprise, instantly knowing I had made a terrible mistake. I had underestimated how much he wanted to fuck me, and definitely underestimated his ability to fuck. He laid me down on the bed, one hand cupping my ass and the other tracing a line from my neck to my pussy. I let him. Ok, let's see if you're bluffing. I spread my legs lewdly, defiantly. I didn't know what my plan was. I was daring him to try to fuck me, betting that he wouldn't be able to, then turn up the pressure by teasing him that his flaccid dick was unable to match his bravado. Boy was I wrong. He put one hand on my hip bone, pinning me to the bed, the other hand held one of my tits as he slid his pelvis-- and his impossibly re-hardening cock-- in between my thighs.

"I've wanted to do this since I met you," he said, "I knew it was only a matter of time before I got between your legs." He tugged on a nipple, causing me to arch my back in involuntary arousal. This bastard was rocking my body.

I looked down at our hips, my spread thighs, his muscular ass above me. I had that crazy thought again, that since we both had such sexy bodies it was expected that I should fuck him. Well.

He undulated his hips a little, causing his solid column of cock to slicken along my wetness. His big dick was sliding frictionlessly all around the outside of my pussy, making it swell even more. We kissed intensely. He would split my pussy lips like a hot dog in a bun, rubbing the whole length of his long shaft along it, dragging it endlessly across my clit. He was masturbating himself on my pussy lips, he was masturbating me with his cock, and it was driving me wild. I watched, helplessly, trying not to moan as his engorged cock stimulated my clit, while the rest of his body loomed over me proudly watching a blonde amateur involuntarily cream his manhood. It was so easy for him to do this to me. In between kissing him and trying to suppress dozens of orgasms I was angry at myself for getting so aroused, for letting him see how aroused I was. But I still couldn't bring myself to stop what his cock was doing to me. I didn't know what I wanted anymore.

"Oh god," I moaned, helplessly near climax. "Do you have a condom?"

He laughed at me. "Of course not."

"Uhhhh...." I moaned deliriously, closing my eyes. How much could I get away with enjoying without letting him know I was enjoying it...?

"You're so wet, so open," he said. "I bet I could make you come just doing this."

Oh my God he had no idea. My hands went to his chest-- holding him up for me, holding him off of me, as if that would stop him from doing what he was built to do. I refused to let him have the satisfaction of seeing me come. Blowing him was nothing, I told myself, meaningless, I had been in total control. This was different. I had to defy his cock's reckless assault on my cheating pussy.

It was a race to see who could cum last. Oh fuck. I was going to lose.

"Even I never guessed how spectacular you'd be in bed." Was I? "If I had known, I would have fucked you a lot sooner."

Ahhhh-- he popped the head of his now fully erect cock inside me and I clamped down on the head. I had to stop this, this thing that felt so necessary but was so wrong, but my body's arousal betrayed me by lubricating his bullying cock head. What kind of a woman was I? My poor husband, I had to stop this for his sake. But Jack pumped the head in and out of the opening, battering it open, forcing it to surrender. This guy was a sexual machine, as much as I knew I should stop, just the selfish and dominating way he wanted my body was making my lust overwhelm me. I squeezed my pussy as tight as I could, pointlessly trying to prevent him from penetrating me.

"Oh, god," I groaned guiltily, "it's so fucking thick."

I wanted this jerk off me, and deep inside me. So the result of my ambivalence was that I was simultaneously spreading my legs wide to invite him in yet clamping my drooling pussy tight to keep him out.

In other words, I was giving him the perfect fuck.

"Unnggghhh," I moaned.

"You are so sexy," he responded.

"Ohhh,... God, no, I'm married... please don't make me cheat on my husband..." I was half saying it to remain faithful, half to dare him to take me.

He smirked. "Don't worry, baby, it isn't cheating until it's more than half in."

"Ahhhh," I moaned.

He forced his thick cock deeper into my pussy despite my squeezing.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he said. "I can't take it. You're a goddess."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. His hands were supporting his weight so he could watch my body squirm freely beneath him. He leaned in and lecherously sucked on my tits. Why were my legs so spread open for him? I couldn't squeeze my pussy forever, and every time I tired he managed to slide another inch into me before I locked tight again. The result was that not only was I getting more and more stretched by his giant cock, but I was basically kegeling myself towards orgasm on his rock hard pole. The idea of coming hard on this arrogant dick bullying into my tight but frictionless pussy...

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I said as it slid in further. Was this guy going to have all of me? Was nothing going to be reserved for my poor husband? He was resizing my pussy, it would never fit my husband again. Oh God. I had to keep him out, I could not let myself come, but then he shifted his hips and drove his cock upwards. My legs spread wider, my back arched, and my head tilted backwards, my breasts presented themselves to his greedy mouth.

"Fuck you're so sexy, look at your spectacular body, look at how it moves. I wish your husband could see you right now."

What would he see? A wife submitting to an arrogant stud? A big titted blonde getting devastated by her husband's chauvinistic rival?

He leaned in and sucked my upturned chin, "let me in, you gorgeous slut, I want in..."

"Ahhh" I cried again, trying to squeeze him out. So thick-- I couldn't let myself cum!

"Please, oh God, no more, I can't take it." I could take it, I could take all of it--

"So fucking tight," he insisted, purposely swelling his massive cock to make the point. "I can't believe how easy it was to get between your legs."

I cooed involuntarily, "easy? Oh, god, I'm married..." and then I sucked his tongue into my mouth. I arched my back and caressed him with my thighs. "I shouldn't be doing this... it's so big.... This is so wrong." He had me laid out like a starfish and the only resistance I offered was my squeezed pussy muscles. "Oh, baby," I sighed into his mouth, "don't make me cheat on my husband by making me come with you."

But of course that was what he wanted. He laughed nastily, the big jerk, gloating over his conquest. "You're a very bad wife, I'm going to have to punish your pussy for him," he said. Here I was, flat on my back with my pussy totally full of barely half his shaft, and all I could do was narrate, "ohhhh.... you're so thick....." He leaned down and licked my conquered lips.

I reluctantly, passionately, moaned into his mouth as we kissed.

"Does it feel good?" he said.

"Ahhh."

"I can't understand why your husband doesn't like me," he teased. "It's just sex. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Fuck," I said.

"Just stretch you a little. So you can enjoy it more."

"Fuck!"

"Maybe next time we should let him watch so he can see how much you enjoy it."

"Fuck," I said again.

"He'd probably jack off, watching how sexy you look taking my dick, no way he'd be able to help himself."

Oh god, what a thought! He kept inching his cock further into me while I pointlessly tried to squeeze him out, but I was so wet that it was no use. Finally that arrogant bastard got his dick all the way inside my unfaithful pussy, and just to prove he'd conquered me, he thrust upwards and bottomed out. "Tight fit," he said. "There isn't going to be any room for my cum."

"Oooooohh!" I squealed at this, and almost came immediately. No! I had resigned myself to getting fucked by this stud, and by the way he knew how to handle my body, I guess I never stood a chance. But even if he was going to use me as a fuck toy for his selfish pleasure, no way was I going to cum, no way was I going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could make me climax-- no way would I let him talk to my clueless husband as he recalled the look, the feel, the sounds of my adulterous orgasm. I tried to concentrate on how much I hated him to distract my mind, but the fact that I didn't like him made it even hotter, it intensified the feeling of his shaft which I was never supposed to feel plowing my pussy with deep, deliberate strokes.

He must have sensed that I was holding back. He took it as a challenge. "I want to watch you cum," he said.

"Not going to happen," I said breathlessly kissing him, holding his magnificent shoulders.

Without slowing his strokes at all, he smirked and gently slapped my tits. "Yes it is, many times."

So fucking arrogant, so sure of himself. Ahhhhh. I was so close, please, no, no. He leaned down again and kissed me, his forceful tongue fucking my mouth like his cock was fucking my cunt. Oh, God. I arched my back, I threw my hands behind my head in partial submission. "Oh, oh, oh, you fucking bastard, oh, God, please, no, don't make me cum..." I couldn't take it anymore, just the thought of this jerk bringing me to orgasm so soon, so easily, feeding his ego, watching yet another pliable blonde climax over his perfect cock-- the thought itself was making me orgasm against my will. Helplessly, I begged him in the lustiest voice, "oh, please, baby, no more, I don't want to cheat on my husband..."

With a laugh, he fucked me with more power, more lust, more--- cock--- and I was lost.

"Oh---- fuck--- ooooohhhhhhh!" The orgasm ripped through my body. "Oh, God, you fucker, you're making me cum! You're making me cum!" He didn't change his stroke at all, he powered through my climax, watching me cum beneath him. He knew how to move, how to ride my spasming cunt through my orgasm, his dick rigid, hard and forceful, letting me max out around him as he enjoyed the spectacle. Oh! I know it's crazy, but I thought I owed it to my husband to at least think about him-- at least a little!

"Oh, god, you bastard, I'm coming on you, I can't stop coming on you!" I looked right into his eyes with devilish delight. "Ahhh, my husband will not be happy when he hears about this!"

He started laughing, laughing at me climaxing! He had taken me and made sure I knew it. "That's it, squeeze it, baby, squeeze my cock as you come."

Oh, how did this happen? He wasn't even supposed to see me naked, let alone this get his dick in me, let alone... I twitched my hips wildly, deep contractions traveling across my hips and abdomen, he was so hard I could feel the cap of his cock pushing in and then dragging back out. "Oh, oh!"

Just as I started to come down he leaned completely over me, his face aligned with mine. I was beaten. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into his, completely submitting. He was going to fuck me any way he wanted, and I was going to love it.

He pumped into me like a machine, in total control of my writhing, unfaithful body. When he spun me around and to slide into me from behind, I deliberately arched my back like a kitten so he could grab my ass. I couldn't tell if I was acting like a slut or I was a slut. I looked back over my shoulder with lust and viciousness, I hated this stud; and when I saw the arrogant expression on his smug face for so easily seducing another man's wife, I came again, loudly.

And then the door opened.

A stunning brunette in a bikini top and sarong stood in the doorway, very amused. "Hi," she said. "Sorry to bother you."

"Hey," Jack said nonchalantly, not changing his rhythm or his grip on my ass. I was mortified, aroused-- but I couldn't stop either. I looked up at her through glazed eyes.

She stifled back a giggle, putting her finger to her lips. This was evidently not a new scenario for her. "There's a man outside," she said with obvious delight, "he says he's looking for a blonde in a pink bikini... and I'm like, 'aren't we all?'" She giggled. "Actually, he's only looking for the blonde, we already found the bikini... well, half of it..."

"It's their honeymoon," said the cocky cocksman filling me with cock. "We're celebrating." Oh god! My husband would die!

Then I heard someone approaching the cabana. It had to be--

The brunette smiled wickedly at us. "These walls are really thin, they were kinda not designed for privacy. He probably heard... someone... having sex." Her eyes lit up excitedly. "Would it be super awkward or super hot if he found me in here with you guys? 'Surprise!'" Pausing to consider, she blew us a kiss and then slipped out the door, closing it quickly behind her. She wouldn't--!

A man in the distance said something we couldn't hear, because she responded, "Have you checked these cabanas?" That bitch!