At the Omar House

After Zaina and I picked up some Chinese food to go, we headed to her house. I had never been there before, my curiosity was piqued as we left the main part of town behind. We passed the country club, went up and down perfectly green rolling hills, drove past a few small lakes. Zaina eventually took a turn, and rolled to a stop at a gate house. The guard on duty opened the gate, and waived her through.

We finally pulled into her driveway at the end of a cul-de-sac. We waited for one of several garage doors to open, and pulled in.

"What did you say your husband does for work again?" I asked as she turned the car off. Zaina only laughed in response.

The house was what I expected at this point. Leather, marble, linen and hardwoods- from the undoubtedly heated floors to the exposed beams in the vaulted ceiling. Despite the grand setting, we unboxed our to-go meal in the kitchen, and ate on the stools at the kitchen island.

Zaina was perfect company, charming and charismatic. After we ate, we went downstairs to her home theater, to watch a movie. From the looks we gave each other, I knew we wouldn't be watching long.

Not much later, I had Zaina bent over on the couch, the movie still blaring in the background. But she was louder, screaming my name as I pumped in and out of her. I held her ass cheeks apart, hoping it would help me fuck her deeper. I couldn't take my eyes off her perfect ass, and my cock going in and out of her pussy.

"Fuck Zaina, fuck!" I moaned as I felt her pussy convulsing and cumming around my cock again.

"Fuck John, you feel so big!"

"Fuck!"

"So much better than my husband" she kept moaning as she came down from her orgasm. She pulled away from my cock, and turned over, laying down on the couch with her head on the arm rest. "Come here," she purred.

I obliged, climbing onto the couch, and getting on my knees between her spread legs. I took my cock, and slapped it against her tummy.

"Please John, put it in me again." She begged.

"Who's your daddy?" I smirked, and kept teasing her with my cock.

"You are." Zaina grinned.

"3 months? How about never again. I never want you to fuck your husband again. This pussy belongs to me."

"This pussy belongs to you, daddy."

I teased her for another moment. Then, as I kept eye contact with her, I slowly slid my cock back into her wet pussy. Zaina dropped her jaw, and moaned quietly as I stuffed her with my dick. I went slowly for a minute, and she got lost in bliss. Then I started pounding her again, holding onto her thighs to keep her from being pushed away. She took every inch of my cock, moaning and screaming. Almost right way, she starting cumming again.

When I knew I couldn't go much longer myself, I repositioned, laying on top of her in missionary. We made out as we fucked, only breaking apart for Zaina to beg.

"Cum." We kissed. "Cum inside me." We kissed. "Please."

I did a minute later, and she came with me.

"When do you think you can go again?" She asked as we put our cloths back on.

"By the time the movie is done." I chuckled.

Zaina and I fucked three more times that night. We didn't make it up to the bedroom for the first one- I had to take her at the top of the landing from the basement after following her up the stairs. God she was perfect. We fucked again before going to bed.

The last time, I woke up in the middle of the night to her blowing me under the covers. She laughed when I pulled back the blankets, catching her in the act. Then she rode me in the dark. What little light from the moon came through the blinds, outlined her body in the shadows. I ran my hands over every perfect curve as she slowly bounced up and down on my cock. We both moaned gently, and she had an orgasm of her own before I came inside her a few minutes later.