“Alright. Most of them. Come on, a stewardess in the bathroom?”
I chuckled. “Ok, that one was pretty bad. With Chris sleeping there.”
“Was your Spanish girl worth it?”
“No. She was amazing, don’t get me wrong, and if I wasn’t with Debbie and Beth, I’d probably be with her now. But nothing is worth losing Debbie over.”
“That’s nice, what you’re doing,” she whispered, lowering her head to the bed. “Imagine if she wasn’t across the ocean. Do you think she’d give up on you so easily. Are you sure she has yet?”
I was riding her ass pretty hard, thoroughly enjoying her. I always did. She was a great lay. “No, I see where you’re going.”
“Do you? If she was here, would she be confronting your girls even now? Using her influence to change things? Would Debbie be able to handle her as competition, or would she retreat into her shell, figuring it was what she probably deserved anyway,” she asked softly, interjecting the occasional moan.
“She doesn’t deserve that,” I admitted.
“Of course not,” she gasped, thrusting back against me. “You and I know that, but does she?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“Damn, let’s stop talking and fuck me for real. I need this,” she gasped.
I concentrated on the task ahead of me, pounding her the way she liked it, deep and fast. I turned her over and pulled her to the end of the bed, poising her sweet cheeks on the edge, and fucked her hard. I pushed her legs back, opening her up, and slammed into her, giving her the rough fucking she enjoyed. The position was working for her and I felt her first orgasm building. I lowered my hips, dragging my cock against the top of her pussy, using long even strokes. It did its magic, and she came for me, so sweetly.
After that I concentrated on my own release, finding just the right rhythm and pressure, building up to a good one. She was talking dirty to me, telling me what she liked, and how she liked it. “You like fucking my married pussy, you bastard, don’t you? You love the fact that you were the first to take my ass too, I bet. Do you remember our first time, when you dragged me to your room and fucked the shit out of me, just for spite? God you were a monster. Forcing me to suck you and then fucking me senseless and dragging me back in front of all those people with your hot cum seeping out of me. I had those bruises for days.”
She was teasing me, and it was working. I found myself getting closer and closer to coming. She closed her eyes, speaking softly. “I was scared you were going to strip me and fuck my brains out right in the open, in front of all those people, and all I’d be able to do would be to come for you.”
“Fuck, Cathy, I’m going to come,” I groaned.
“Come for me baby, fill me up with your hot sweet cum. Give me a huge load I can feel all day.”
I slammed into her, fulfilling her wish.
I climbed back onto the bed, and she snuggled up to me. “That was nice, but it’s time we cut you off.”
“Cut me off?”
“Nobody new. Nobody. You’ve got half-a-dozen girls you can have whenever you want. That’s going to have to be enough for you. Understand? If you ever stray from us, that’s the last you get from me, and everyone else if I can help it.”