Hard Passion: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson

Chapter 5

The False Smile

Morning came faster than before. My eyes soared at the sight of the sun peeking through the window in our room, and my body felt weak and used up. It did not help that my alarm clock kept ringing that god awful sound, like a nagging two year old wanting something.

I kept missing the off button with my hand, but after a couple of retries I finally hit it. Suddenly I felt this warm feeling of comfort inside of me, as I tugged myself closer to my sheets, like a burden was gone. It felt good, it felt even better when I pressed my soft pillow to my cheeks and just wandered back to my dream.

I woke only after I felt I had slept enough. The sun was invading my room, and birds were flying passed my window as I tried to open my eyes to that bright light. A small smile carved itself into my face as I kept starring at my window emitting that beautiful bright morning sunlight. There was something about it, like a new beginning was coming, and for a second there was no sadness in my heart.

I stretched my arm out while yawning, but as I stretched I realized that something was missing. Only when I looked toward where my husband was supposed to be did I realise he was missing. Where did he go? I asked myself.

Fear crawled up towards my spine, as I began wondering if the worst had happened, whether he had found out about my affair. Only when I looked at my alarm clock did I realise that I had overslept and that he probably just had to leave to work.

Yet somehow I did not feel relief. What would happen if he found out one day? What would happen with us? He would surely leave me I know that, no one would forgive me for what I had done to him. And what would happen to the kids? They’d be heartbroken, especially Peter he is too young to understand it all. And-and what would happen between me and Malik? I shook my head from these thoughts since I was starting to go into a territory I did not want to think about.

I went toward the bathroom to rinse myself from my sleep and these awful thoughts of mine.

The hot water of the shower hit my body as hard as small rocks falling from the sky, somehow I felt embarrassed, and the more I felt this way the harder the water became. I was thinking of yesterday, the things I did and the things I said made me tense up. Although I felt ashamed for what I had done again I felt more ashamed of the thing I had said while we were making love. Did I really say it? Did he really make me say it? I wanted to think that Malik had made me say those things and that I did not mean it, but deep down I knew that I really did mean it. Somehow I just did not want to accept any of it, I tensed up even more, and almost began to cry but stopped before I even started and stepped out of the shower wet and dripping.

I took a towel and dried myself up, but as I turned around to clean my back I noticed my underwear was on the floor. I realised then that the stress of not getting caught yesterday combined with the little time I had to shower and getting rid of my cum soaked clothes into the washing machine had made me forget that my underwear was still on the floor.

I almost shrieked when I realised the mistake I had done, anyone who had been in the bathroom could have noticed it. I instantly leaped at it like it was my biggest secret and realised it was reeking of a combined smell of Malik’s semen and my own passion fluid. I could not open the washing machine and put it inside with my other clothes since it was still washing them, so I just stood there like a thief holding something stolen.

I looked around hoping I could hide it away, somewhere, until the washing machine had finished its wash, but the more I looked around the more I realised there was nowhere for me to hide it. So I started to tense up again, pressing the underwear tighter to my chest as if I was holding my own life in my hands. Then I noticed the bin full of dirty clothes.

I pulled all the clothes out of the washing bin until there was nothing there, placed my own underwear at the very bottom of the bin and then filled it up again with the dirty clothes. This way I was sure it would be hidden from eyes for now.

I slowly went back to dry myself while I was still eyeing the washing bin. I then began to wonder what would happen had my husband seen it, what would he think if he found my underwear with another man’s semen on it? It just made me feel worse than before, those thoughts I did not want to think of just suddenly came back. It was like my underwear proved to me that it was all real that there was just no excuse anymore.

I again tried to suppress my thoughts away and began putting on some clothes, ready to be the wife and mom I was supposed to be. I caught one last glimpse toward the bin. It was then that I realised that everything that happens from here on out would define what kind of a woman I truly am, I closed the door wondering about my future.


My sons had already gone to school, and my husband’s cell phone kept going to voice mail the way it always did whenever he was too busy. I myself just stayed at home with my thoughts wondering about my future. I was seated in the same room where everything had started, the living room, where Malik and I had made love for the first time.

A nice scent of flowers roamed the living room, ever since that day I had tried to hide my shame by cleaning the room still it did not hide everything. It could not hide my memories of that day nor could it hide the passion Malik and I had felt that day. It was almost bewildering, somehow it all just made me feel happy and ashamed at the same time.

My heart started to beat faster as I kept remembering, but it was stronger than just remembering, it was like I wanted to relive it. I started to bite my lip the more I remembered and my hands started to gently move down toward my waist, but I wanted to stop I did not want this now. I tried to stop myself by biting my nails, but then a strong scent that I remembered from somewhere fused into my nostrils.

Soon after, a strong manly taste pierced my tongue, and suddenly I realised that I had forgotten to wash my hands after I had hid my underwear, the scent and taste of Malik’s sperm and my own fluid had left its mark on my hand. I detached my hand from my mouth, but the taste already started to invade me. It was piercing through my body like a snake looking for its prey, its prey being nothing less than my own shame.

I began to sink down into the sofa spreading my legs apart just waiting for someone to touch me, to touch me where Malik had been, the way he had and in the way he still kept doing me in my mind. I slid my hand into my pants, passed the buttons and between my legs. The warmth I was emitting from my vagina was thought provoking, giving me live images in my head of me and Malik together at his place doing all sorts of things, things we haven’t even done.

It made me feel insane, almost as if I wanted to just be ravaged again and again. The more I started to think like this the more my hand caressed my warmth, while my other hand began pitching my hard tit knob. I squeezed it harder and harder, and the more I kept squeezing the more I became wet.

I was so intensely masturbating a button from my pants popped off. I wasn’t even caressing anymore, I was just penetrating my fingers through my underwear and into my hole, moaning at the intense pleasure and saying Malik’s name over and over again.

All of this was almost stopped by the sudden ringing of my cell phone, but it did not matter to me for I was in a lustful state. It kept ringing and vibrating in my pocket. It was then that I decided to pull it out and toss it away and leave me to my pleasure, but as I held it in my hand I did something I never thought I would have done.

I slipped it into my pants and on top of my wet underwear, and then began to carefully circle my phone around in my pants feeling the vibration from the call hitting my sensitive spots. It almost sent me to heaven, and I wished that the caller kept on ringing forever.

I did not care who it was, it could have been a seller for all I care. It did not change the fact that the vibration from my cell phone sent me into that realm of lust again, and soon I came like a blowing star.

The orgasm spread through my body like a virus, and engulfed me into a long ten second high pitched orgasm. I moaned and bit my teeth together bashing my head back against the softness of the sofa as I let myself get drowned in my own desires.

It felt like forever, yet it was merely ten seconds, I felt as exhausted as if I had been having sex with Malik. Slowly enough the river that was blowing inside of me dissipated away like it always did, and with a big gasp I was finished.

Just a couple of seconds later did I realise that the phone was still ringing. Between my legs it kept on vibrating tickling me. Until I finally dragged it out from my wet place. The phone was wet and reeked of me, I did not even care until I had pressed the accept call button and placed it to my ear, that was when I smelled my essence. I answered with a vibrating tired voice, “Hello?”

“Hey mom it’s Peter.”

“P-peter, is everything a-alright?” I asked suddenly all tensed up again.

“Yes mom I just wanted to call and ask if I could sleep over at my friend’s house today?” his voice almost made me cry, as the realisation started to spread through me of what I had been doing.

“Of course, you can do whatever you like,” my guilt spread through me like a hungry cancer, all was feeling so lost now, it was like I had been cheating on my own son. I felt so ashamed.

“Thanks mom, love you,” he hung up before I was even able to say it back to him, so I just sat there with my one hand still between my legs crying inside of me wondering what I had done to myself.


Some time passed and I was ready to prepare dinner when another phone call rang.

“Hello?” I said.

“Mom don’t wait up for me I’ll be back tomorrow, bye.”

‘Brian wait!” before he was able to hear me he had hung up. Brian had recently started to stay out more and kept giving me less and less information on what he was doing. I felt a bit concerned for him, but he had always come home in one piece, neither drunk nor messed up, yet I still felt some concern since he kept things so secret.

I sighed and prepared one plate instead of two, since I knew that my husband was coming home late. Then my cell phone began to ring again.

“Hello?” said I while I cleaned a plate in the sink.

“Hey Mrs Bradson, did you sleep well?” I recognized the voice immediately, it was Malik.

“M-Malik, why are you calling?” I asked as a strange feeling crept up my spine.

“I wanted you to know that I need you tonight, just like we agreed,” the feeling was now spreading through my body, I did not know whether it was fear or lust but it made my heart beat faster.

“T-tonight? But we just did it yesterday, why tonight?” my voice was trembling, he had this way of making me feel powerless and submissive.

“Cause I want to do something new today, so come over to my house let’s say seven?” I did not know what to say, I knew that I’d see him again but not so early.

“My husband is coming home soon, I-I can’t just leave now,” I wanted him but I could not just leave, my husband would start to suspect.

“Fuck your husband!” the words surprised me a bit, “He means nothing to you anyway, you said it yourself!” I did not want to remember what I had said but somehow I could not forget it either, “Now get your ass over here!” Malik was being so persisted that I could not say no, yet I did not want my husband to suspect either, so I said the only thing I could.

“If-if I come over at seven then I won’t have time to come back, b-but if you come here we may have time,” my heart was beating harder and faster now, the simple fact that I was willingly inviting him over to have sex made everything feel so strange and so wrong at the same time.

“That’s a good girl hehe, I’ll be there in a sec, hope you’re alone cause I don’t give a fuck if one of your kids is there. I’ll fuck you right in front of them if I have to!” I almost could not feel my legs when he said that.

“P-Please d-don’t say such things,” the only response I could give him was a whimpering one that sounded like a dog begging his master not to hurt him.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be there soon,” he then hung up and somehow I wanted to faint afterwards.

My legs kept trembling and my heart kept pounding, Why did I let him say such a thing, I thought. A real mother would have yelled at him for saying such a despicable thing, but I somehow could not. It felt so surreal, the way I just kept accepting his taunts was just terrible. I knew I could never be a good wife anymore, but I wanted to think that I was still a good mother.


I was in the bathroom preparing another wash to get my mind off of things when the door bell rang. My heart pounded and for the first time ever I hoped it was not my husband. I walked out of the bathroom and down to the first floor. I began fearing that it may not be Malik.

I stood in front of the main door, trembling. I reached out to the doorknob slowly and opened the door, hoping it was Malik.

Unfortunately for me when I opened my eyes to the opened door my son Peter stood by the entrance.

“Peter!” I gasped, like a train had run over me, “W-what are you doing here?”

“Hey Mom, sorry I forgot my keys at home and I just wanted to get my toothbrush and pyjama, since I am sleeping over at Harry’s,” he went passed me and up the stairs, and suddenly my heart began to beat even faster, for what would he say if he saw Malik come over before he had left.

I followed him upstairs. I wanted to speed my son’s departure so I helped him collect what he needed.

“I’ll get you your toothbrush sweetie,” I said to him.

“Thanks mom,” he said, which made me feel guilty.

I jogged over to the bathroom and began to frantically look for his toothbrush Where the fuck is his toothbrush! I said to myself as I kept on looking, until I had to ask him.

“H-Honey which one is yours!” I shouted across the room loud enough for him to hear me.

“The dinosaur one mom!” he shouted back.

I scanned the cups containing the toothbrushes, until my eye caught what looked like a pink toothbrush with a tyrannosaur’s head at the end of it. I took it and jogged over to my son’s room, he was still packing his bag up, which made me a bit frustrated.

“Ready?” said I while I handed him over his toothbrush.

“Yeah, but I can’t find my handheld console,” it was then that I started to insist that he leave, for now the time was coming awfully close to Malik’s arrival.

“Well you won’t be needing it since you’re going to have fun with your friend right?” said I as I basically started to push my son out of his room and down to the first floor.

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” I followed him to the main door as if making sure that he was going straight out, when we came to the door he turned around and somehow I felt afraid that he may not leave.

“Will you call me to say good night, mom?” said he looking at me with his blue eyes. Some sadness engulfed me, but I just could not let myself to cry now.

“Of course I will, now don’t let your friend wait,” said I as I kissed my son on the cheek, he nodded, smiled and went through the door. As the door closed a feeling of great fear disappeared within me, like I had been relieved of a great burden.

I walked toward the kitchen sink, thanking god in my own head as I passed the cupboards for not having brought Malik to my house when my son was still at home. It was in that moment that the door bell rang again.

I opened the door without trembling, and just as I thought there stood Malik by the entrance in his typical clothes, holding a plastic bag in his right hand.

“Hey Mrs Bradson, I just saw your son walk out of here, did he know I was coming?” Fear crawled up my spine again, as I started to wonder whether my son had seen him.

“Ehm, please he does not know,” said I, hoping he would not mention my son again.

“Doesn’t matter,” he entered my house holding his plastic bag in his hand and turned towards me, “So where is your bedroom?”

“W-What! But I thought we would…” I did not expect him to ask me such a thing, did he really want us to do it in the bedchamber.

“Hey you invited me, beside with what I have in mind today you will need a comfortable bed,” I had no idea what he wanted to do, and I knew there was no point in arguing. So I nodded to him and escorted him to the bedroom.

It wasn’t until we reached the hall on the second floor that I started to feel pressure. The closer I came to my room, our room, the room where I and my husband slept in, was when I began to wonder whether I really wanted to do this. I knew that if I did this I would only get closer to the eventual end of my marriage, yet I had known now for some time that there was no going back anymore. So why did I feel this pressure?

“Here,” said I as I opened the door.

He walked into it, like he owned it. He looked around for a while, scanning the room as if he was looking for loot, “Nice digs, Mrs B,” said he.

“Thank you,” I walked into the room and closed the door behind me, as I did not want anyone to see us. I wanted to rush it and finish off quickly today, but I knew that there was no point in rushing him, he would use his own time as he always did.

“Malik, you said you wanted to do something n-new, what exactly is it?” I asked like a frightened child.

He turned around and looked at me with his big black eyes and smiled, “Today your ass is mine.”

I was a bit confused as I did not understand what he meant by that, it was only when I saw him pull out two tubes of lube from his plastic bag that I understood.

“A-are you, are you going to put it i-in my,” I couldn’t even finish the sentence when Malik blurted it out for me and confirmed my suspicions.

“Ass! Yeah, I’m gonna fuck that nice backdoor of yours,” I could still not believe it, I had never had anal sex before, my husband only mentioned it once and I strongly said no. It just sounded so disgusting the thought of it, and now I was going to do it anyway.

I wanted to protest against it, I thought it was unnatural, but somehow something inside of me began to warm up to the idea. It wasn’t like a thought as it was a feeling, my hands trembled at the idea, and my head screamed no, but something inside of me wanted to try it. My behind began to sweat and my midsection started to get warmer, suddenly I realised that I was getting horny at the idea.

Then it hit me like a thunder, his size! I could barely take his size normally, how could he possibly think of doing that with my anus.

“I-I don’t think it’s going to work Malik, your size it’s just a bit much,” said I knowing it wouldn’t change a thing.

“Don’t worry,” said he as he caressed my cheek, ‘I’ll be gentle.”

I whimpered at the sound of his voice and felt a sudden feeling of fear passing through me as he kept on caressing me. He pulled me towards him with his strong hands, like I was fragile vase, and kissed me on the lips. In that moment my fear started to dissipate and was filled with the feeling of passion that he kept giving me whenever we made love.

Our tongues connected as I started caressing his big arms, while he held me tight and began to feel me up with his rough hands. Until he grabbed my behind with both hands and squeezed tightly.

He kept squeezing my butt cheeks as we continued kissing. I began to moan, he noticed it and started smiling.

Disconnecting from my mouth he looked over my shoulder and down unto my behind, “I think you’re starting to warm up to the idea,” he said as he spanked me with his left hand.

I yelped when he did so and I started to feel even hornier then before, “Ah yes, but you said you’d be gentle.”

“I’ll be gentle,” said he reassuring me, “Now get on top of the bed on all fours and show me that ass of yours.”

I did as he told me to without hesitation, like I was possessed. I went on all fours on top of the bed and started pushing my ass up so to let him admire me better as he stood behind me. I only snapped out from my trance, for a brief second, when I smelled the body odour of my husband on our sheets.

In that single second I felt a tear hit my cheek, but as Malik started grabbing hold of my ass the tear vanished, and I felt nothing but pleasure again.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing your big ass since I first noticed it,” said he as he squeezed my butt cheeks.

I could but moan as a response. His hand swayed over my behind and up towards my back where he grabbed hold on the edge of my skirt and began to slowly peel it backwards. He was gentle, and his hands kept feeling me up as he continued to pull it down. Only when I felt that my skirt was tightening up did I start to help him.

I put my hand between my legs and reached the buttons that were keeping my skirt on, and unbuttoned them one by one until there were none left to open. The skirt slid off me, it reached my knees and Malik tapped me with his hand as a sign that I had to let my skirt slid pass under my knees.

Finally it reached my feet, he grabbed hold of my shoes and pulled them off and let my skirt pass by my feet easier tickling me a bit. He tossed the skirt onto the floor, and then he just stood there watching me.

I could feel his eyes admiring my ass. I felt so vulnerable, even if he had already seen me naked he still made me feel vulnerable every time he stripped me. But somehow it just made me hornier, as I started dripping from my vagina and soaking my underwear.

“Looky here,” he started touching and pressing my vulnerable wet spot.

He instantly began licking the side of my vagina. I moaned and tightened the grip of my sheets. Then he buried his face into my wet underwear and pierced his tongue so that the cloth of my underwear went into my hole.

I exclaimed a sound of passion as I tilted my head forward trying to bury my moans into the sheets. He kept burying his face into me, and moving his tongue like a rattling snake.

Soon my second orgasm for the day expanded inside of me and gave me that electrifying feeling I so much enjoyed, it was inevitable.

Malik then stopped pleasuring me and dried his mouth with his arm. His hands then took over again, but this time it was not my vagina they touched. I could feel his hands crawling over my wet hole of passion and onto another even more delicate hole.

He pressed his thumb gently on top of my underwear and pressed my anus in. It was a completely different feeling, though rougher it felt like he was triggering a button that would make my entire body curl up.

I started trembling. My head tilted back the moment I felt Malik press his thumb deeper and my body began to move a bit away from his hand, like it wasn’t used to this.

“Please, oh God, don’t, it feels so-so weird,” I couldn’t stop biting my teeth as he kept on tilting his thump back and forth.

“It’ll be better, you just need some lubrication.”

He stopped caressing me and I felt somehow a huge relief, like if a burden had been removed. Then I felt his hands again on me, but this time he was taking off my underwear. They slid passed my knees faster than the skirt he had taken off earlier.

I started caressing my own tit with my hand as I became hornier, which he noticed.

“Yeah, you starting to act like a real whore now.”

“P-please don’t say such a thing,” it just made me feel hornier the way he spoke to me.

He leapt over me and pulled me back, grabbing around me and whispered in my ear, “Oh yeah, well let us see what your body tells us,” he lifted my sweater over and flashed my tits forth, “Look at how tight your nipples are,” he said while he pinched my left one with his fingers to prove it, “You telling me this is a tit of a devoted wife?

He spoke the truth, a truth I did not wish to accept, but he kept on proving me wrong. He took my sweater and bra off and began to kiss my neck while at the same time he toyed with my boobs.

I wanted to kiss him but he would not allow me for he wished to hear my moans invade the bedroom, like if it was another proof to show what kind of woman I was.

After a while he pushed me back on all fours and went back to my ass, but not before taking off his own sweater. He started spreading my butt cheeks apart to get a better look at my anus, for a moment I expected that he would put some lube on with his hand. But just then a warm twitching thing pressed itself over my anus.

I turned around at the surprising feeling and realised that Malik was licking my asshole. The sensation and shock of it made it all feel so surreal and wonderful at the same time, for a second I protested.

“What are you doing, it’s dirty!” but the striking shock and feeling of his tongue touching my most delicate of spot just sent me moaning even louder than before.

My legs started twitching and my mind went crazy, I curled myself up and put my hands between my legs and started masturbating my other hole. The sensation of his tongue caressing my spot and my fingers penetrating my vagina was nothing more than wonderful.

I was flooding like a waterfall, and my hands were being drowned by my essence as I kept on pleasing myself. Malik kept changing between his tongue and his thumb, sending me deeper and deeper into a state of lust.

I never believed that such pleasure existed within such spot, a spot that I had never in my life thought to explore. But now this young man that was tonguing my ass taught me an entirely new kind of pleasure, a pleasure I loved.

It was only when he pressed his middle finger into my butt hole that a shock spread through my body like a wave. Though it was a bit painful at first, it instantly took on a whole new meaning of pleasure afterwards.

My toes curled up and I began to bite my own sheet, and I could feel my anus wrap around his finger that was exploring my otherwise unexplored part. Just his finger was enough for me to orgasm, though this was not a typical orgasm. It was more tense and rougher, like a tightening of something fierce and strong that just snapped.

It felt great, and the orgasm never ended until Malik pulled his finger out.

“Wow, I knew you were going to love it, bet you haven’t made such a sound with your husband.” He was right, in all my years I had never moaned this way with my husband, not even once, “Have you ever let your husband into this hole?” he asked me.

Breathing heavily like I had been running for miles I said, “No, my husband has never done me there.”

“Good, then this is going to be just for me,” his words kept ringing in my ear as he stood up and began to zip his pants open.

I turned around slowly towards him and said, “Please Malik your finger was already too much, I’ll die if you use your dick,” it wasn’t the pain that really scared me, but the pleasure of it. The thought that his finger had sent me to a place I had never felt before scared me, but I knew I would go crazy if he used his dick.

I knew that if I let him do this I’d be scarred for life. I knew that if he sent me to that place again there would be no salvation for me in the future. I knew that if he kept on giving me such pleasure I’d be a shell of nothing, and there would be nothing I’d say no to him.

“You ain’t gonna die, beside,” he slipped his pants down and revealed to me his ever so magnificent huge black cock, “I need to get rid of this boner,” his large pumping dick was already half way erected, and the smell of his pre cum was as strong as ever, “Now lube my dick with your mouth.” There was no arguing, he persuaded me the way he had always done, by showing me what I always wanted.

I held his dick with both my hands and peeled his skin as far down as I could. His smell just augmented the more his foreskin was peeled back, it only helped me get hornier as his strong odour invaded my nostrils.

I began licking his shaft once his entire foreskin was all back. A loud moan came from Malik as I passed my tongue downwards, I only stopped when I reached his balls and even then I just started sucking them.

I kept sucking and licking his balls until I started to move upwards all the way to his penis slit. I then opened my mouth and took his entire head, I tried to force as much of his dick as I could down, but my mouth was full. I sucked him off and went up and down, making sure that I drooled as much spit as I could.

His pre-cum kept oozing down my throat and his familiar taste, that kept hitting my tongue, just made me wetter. I gurgled and blew as much as I could, it was then that he grabbed my head and pushed me against him.

More than half of his dick was now in my mouth, and I felt my lips stretching in such a way it almost hurt. His penis head had passed my swallowing point, and I could feel part of his dick hitting my throat walls, which made me constantly swallow out of reflex.

My eyes were wide open from the sudden forced deep-throat, which was when I realised that his crotch was not far away and that I only had a few cm left. I was so filled with lust that I wanted him deeper down my throat, so I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands and forced myself to get him all the way down.

Malik could not believe his eyes when I started to move forward rather than backwards, and the sensation of it all just made him moan even more. He held my head firmly ensuring that I would keep going forward, and the more I kept going the more he started to moan. It came to a point where I felt his cock pulsating in my throat, I knew then that he was close to coming.

Unfortunately Malik was completely taken by the sensation that he just held me there instead of letting me go. So I had no choice but to keep moving forward so his cock would be closer to my stomach, otherwise I’d be drowning in his sperm.

With one last push my head reached his crotch, I now had his entire cock down my throat and well passed my oesophagus, I had literally swallowed his cock.

I felt his hands tremble on top of my head, and my throat expanded as it was pushed by the growing dick, that was I realised he was about to explode.

“Ahh shit! I’m about to blow!”

With a long exclaim he emptied his balls deep down me, I could feel his dick tingle a bit before a warm sensation started to fuel my stomach. I did not need to swallow until I started to feel his sperm rise like lava, that was when I started to feel some fear.

I swallowed and swallowed as much of his semen as I could, but as much as I swallowed it still kept going up. The closer it reached my mouth the faster it came, and soon it passed my oesophagus.

When it reached my mouth I started to convulse, and it didn’t help me that I could not breathe either. His sperm blew out of my mouth like I was a champagne bottle, but it did not exit fast enough.

I hit the side of his leg with my hand as a way to tell him to let me go, luckily for me Malik understood and let go of my head. I pulled back fast, throwing up his dick and sperm as I went, when his penis head was out it shot a load directly at my face and blinded me.

I fell backwards onto the bed, hearing Malik moaning as he continued to shoot his load all over the bed. I had a mouth full of semen but felt that more was coming, so I turned around and threw up beside the bed a huge load of sperm until I finally was able to catch my breath.

I finally leapt backwards onto the bed and started breathing again, my eyes were still blinded by Malik’s sperm. I used my sheets to clean it off. Malik was still pumping his dick, moaning manically and masturbating himself senseless.

He stopped only when he felt that his dick was done shooting. It amazed me how he could still stand after such a load out, but not as much as what happened next.

As I looked towards him still breathing heavily and with cum falling down my mouth, I realised he still had a boner. I gasped at the sight of his monster dick still being erected, though it had shrunk a bit his cock still had enough energy to go on.

“I did not expect you to deep throat me, damn,” he panted and sweated as he kept on breathing, “Now it’s my turn to make you feel great.”

I couldn’t believe his resilience, it always shocked me but this time more than ever, “Are you sure?” said I as he turned me around so that my ass was facing him. I was after all hoping that if he came hard enough he might not have the energy left to do me from behind, but again I seemed to have underestimated his energy.

“Of course I am sure, I said I’d fuck you in the ass today, now get on all fours,” I whimpered and obeyed like a dog, and stood up on all fours knowing that it was futile to protest.

He began to spread my ass cheeks apart and aimed his dick directly above my anus. I looked back for just a moment, knowing that this was going to hurt, “Please use the lube,” said I whimpering.

“Don’t need it, you lubed me up pretty good,” he was right, his dick basically dripped of my spit and his pre-cum, there was no real reason for any lubricant.

“Just p-please be gentle,” he just smirked.

The tip of his penis head was now touching my butt hole, I could feel the warmth of it and just the touch of it frightened me a bit. It then started to press itself against my hole, harder and harder. Until my anus started to expand open from the constant pressing of his penis head, that was when the pain started.

“Gentle, gentle, please!” I started to feel some pain as his penis head began to further expand my anus.

“Oh god please it hurts!” his entire head was still not in, but it already was too much for me.

“Don’t tighten up so much,” said he.

“I-I don’t know how, Hnng!” I bit my teeth together when I felt that his whole penis head was almost inside.

“Nggh! I-it’s like shitting, just pretend you are shitting then your hole will open,” I couldn’t take the pain so I did as he said and pretended that I was shitting.

My hole did expand the moment I relaxed myself, but just when it became bearable to have his penis head inside a whole chunk of his dick entered me. My head tilted backwards and I started moaning like never before. My toes curled up, and my body became all tensed up, and so did my rectum.

“Shit! You’re tightening a lot! Ngh,” I could feel part of his penis pumping violently inside of me, as I unknowingly squeezed him with my rectum, “I-If you continue to squeeze, I-I am going to move forward.”

“N-no p-please I will die i-if you do!” I was now feeling the extent of a new higher more potent orgasm, it was constant and it never ended.

“S-Sorry Bitch, b-but I am not coming early again, ngh,” he pushed his entire dick inside of me as I gasped and screamed a moan throughout the entire house. His dick was now pulsating deep inside my rectum, the more I felt it the more I squeezed. I was now completely gone, my eyes rolled back and my tongue was tangling from my mouth like a piñata.

I kept yelling and moaning so loud that the entire house could hear me, and for the first time I did not care. When Malik started to move back and forth the orgasm I was experiencing tripled, when he thrust his dick deeper inside of my unexplored hole.

Malik kept grunting and huffing, grinding his teeth as he explored me. My mind was in bliss, and all I could think of was how I could have denied myself such great pleasure.

As he kept hitting my back with his crotch, sliding his dick in and out of my expanding rectum, my thoughts were going on how silly I ha been. All my life I though the act of anal sex was unnatural and disgusting, going so far to deny it even to my husband. But today I experienced a sensation that was better than any other experience I had ever felt, and I would not change it for the world.

I could feel Malik’s dick sliding into me like a drill looking for diamonds, it explored where no man had ever gone before. The sound of our bodies clashing together was music to my ears, and his huffs and grunts finished it all off as a solo. My hole kept opening and closing up, squeezing him whenever he was inside and accepting him whenever he penetrated deeper.

“Fuck I am about to shot again!” he held my back tight and started moaning, “Whose asshole is this!?!” he started pounding me harder as he asked, “Huh? Whose asshole does this belongs to!?!”

“Y-you,” said I while I was trying not to go completely crazy.

“Who!?! I ngh, can’t hear you!”

“You, i-it belongs to you,” I was nothing more than an empty shell, begging to be fucked by Malik.

“Say it the way I want to hear it! Ngh!”

“You! This asshole belongs to you!!” I was completely filled with lust now.

“And only me!!”

“And only you!!” I repeated after him.

“What about your husband!?!” he started to pound me faster, as if he wanted to make sure that no part of me could protest back at him, but there was no part of me wanting to protest anymore.

“I don’t care about my husband! He means nothing to me!!” I yelled as I came a third and fourth time.

“That’s right! You didn’t even let him fuck you in this pleasure hole of yours because you thought he was nothing!”

“Yes! Yes! I did, he is nothing!” my mind was so much gone that I didn’t even care what I was saying anymore.

“You were waiting for a real man to take you here, you were waiting, you did not want him!”

“Yes! Yes! I was waiting!” my asshole was making such a noise whenever he banged me faster, it was now just getting out of control how much I loved every minute of it.

He pulled my hair and whispered into my hear “You were waiting for me!”

“I was, I was waiting for you! I only want you!” my heart and mind was crying out the deepest secrets I was holding back.

“You care only about me, you don’t need anyone else! Ngh!” he was getting rougher, and started to hold me tighter.

“Yes I care only of you! I don’t need my husband! I don’t care about him!!”

“You! Ngh! Are! Ngh! A bad, bad WIFE!!” he could not hold it any longer, and was starting to shoot his load up my ass.

“Yes! YES! I AM!! I AM!! I AM A BAD WIFEE!!! AHHH!!!”

“A-and you a-are a bad m…AHH!!!” before he was able to finish his sentence he started to unload his sperm into my rectum, which sent both him and me into ecstasy.

He tried to hold me tight but even he could not but fall down from exhaustion as he unloaded inside my virgin asshole. My legs curled up together and I fell face down onto my bed, exhausted but still being fuelled with Malik’s sperm and my own orgasm.

Seconds later I felt him fall over me, he as well being exhausted. It was only his dick and my orgasm that went on, and ended only when his cock popped out of my chute hole. His dick still shot a couple of lesser loads when it had left my hole.

My anus started to pump cum out, I could feel I was overfilled, and it just kept falling down onto the sheets. My hole was still gaping for a while until it closed up pressing more of Malik’s sperm out and on to the bed.

I was tired, but I knew I had no time to sleep. I had to get Malik out of the house before my husband came home. But there was just nothing I could do, my eyes just blackened and sleep caught me.


I do not know how long I had slept, but when I awoke up Malik was gone from the bed. I was still soaked in cum and my bed still reeked of it, it wasn’t until I stood up that I realised the mess we had created.

The sheets were soaked in a combination of sperm sweat and essence, a huge load of Malik’s sperm had hit both cushions, and there was not a single place in the room where there didn’t smell. I heard the door of the bathroom open and footsteps coming towards the bedroom, for a second I thought that my husband had come home.

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