He Has an Idea.

I really expected to feel remorse. Instead, I felt myself wanting more as his tongue trailed from my mouth down to my nipples. He was already getting ready to go again, and I wasn’t going to stop him. I did, however, want to get more comfortable. “Should we go upstairs?” I asked, feeling his teeth lightly pull on my sensitive skin. He looked up at me, and I saw an idea cross his mind.

“No,” he responded with an air of authority. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I was beginning to worry. “Is your husband coming back soon?”

I shook my head, “I doubt it.” A sinister smile crept across his face.

“Get dressed. We’re going to your house,” he commanded and climbed off of me. I sat and weighed my options while he put his pants back on. I decided to comply without arguing. I still wanted him to fuck me, I didn’t really care where. I got off the couch and bent over to pick up my bathing suit, but felt a sharp slap against my ass. The unexpected pain caused me to jump. “On second thought, don’t bother getting dressed. Come with me.” He grabbed my arm and led me toward the front door.

“Tommy! I can’t go out there like this!” His grip tightened and I felt my protest was landing on deaf ears. “At least let me go out the back!” He finally stopped, his hand resting on the handle of the front door.

“Fine,” he said, “but if you get to go out the back, I get to come in the back.” He pulled me to him and wrapped his arm around me. He gave my still slightly red ass a squeeze to clarify his meaning. I was shocked at the transformation he had gone through so quickly. I was also very turned on.

I smiled. “If you get me home without being seen, you can cum wherever you want.”

“Deal.” He led me back to the back door. He walked out first. I felt my heart beating. I knew nobody could see us back here, but I was still panicked. I urged him forward, hoping to make this trip quickly. He took us quickly to the fence that separated our yards. We couldn’t walk around without being seen from the street, but I knew that climbing over would still leave me exposed at least for a few seconds. Where we stood right now, we still had the cover of the trees, the fence and the house. I wasn’t 100% sure that we’d have the same luxuries once we got into my yard. I couldn’t tell if Tommy was weighing the same probabilities. I wasn’t sure if he even cared.

I knew he didn’t when he decided to turn me around and pin me against the fence. He ran his hands over my body and kissed me. He used one hand to hold my arms in place above my head and used the other to rub my pussy. While I was enjoying being violated, I still wanted to get inside. I broke the kiss, “Tommy! I told you, you can do whatever -” I was cut short by the sensation of him plunging two fingers inside of me. I gasped and swallowed hard to avoid from moaning and continued, “you want when we get inside… please, Tommy, not here.”

“What’s the point of having you like this if I can’t have any fun with you?” He asked, still fingering me. I whimpered, pleadingly. He sighed and took his fingers out of me. “Fine.” He finally acquiesced. Before releasing me, he brought his fingers to my mouth. I could see his cum dripping from them. I knew what he wanted me to do. I licked my lips and took his fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he released my arms and gave my tit a playful squeeze. “Now let’s get you over this fence.” He hoisted me up and over before I was quite ready, resulting in me falling over to the other side with a thud. I heard him laugh at my discomfort as he climbed over more carefully himself.

He picked me up off the ground and threw me over his shoulder with a grunt. I didn’t struggle. “The sliding glass door should be unlocked,” I let out with a giggle. As he carried me to the entrance, I wondered for the briefest of moments what would happen if Paul had, for whatever reason, come home. I didn’t have time to dwell on the thought as we entered.

“Well, here we are,” Tommy said, not letting me down. “Now it’s time for your part of the deal.” He carried me upstairs and into my bedroom, plopping me unceremoniously on the bed. He leaned over and kissed me again. “Turn around,” he ordered, “and get on all fours.”

“Tommy, I’ve never …”

“Neither have I; now do it.” he cut me off and shoved me backward. “You promised.”

I bit my lip and turned around; he quickly took his pants off. Still, it felt like ages as I waited for him to take position behind me. I felt his hardness against my thigh at first; his hands moving my hips to his liking. “Tommy, I don’t think this is going to work,” now that we were on the precipice, I was beginning to worry again. “Maybe if we had some -” I didn’t finish my suggestion, as I felt an immediate cold, wet sensation slide down my back. He worked the spit in with his finger before placing the tip of his cock against my ass.

“I think we’ll be just fine,” he breathed, leaning forward and thrusting his head into me. I didn’t try to muffle the gasp or moan this time. I let my hand find my clit and began to rub myself as he worked his way into me. “Tell me you want it,” he demanded.

“I want it, Tommy.”

“What do you want?” He prodded, thrusting slightly deeper.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Tommy,” I yelped, exasperated, while he pushed his full length into me. No longer being gentle, he withdrew and began to pound me at full speed. The pain was almost unbearable, as was the pleasure. He moved his hands underneath me, tweaking my nipples from below. I was moaning constantly now, loudly calling out his name. I could hear him grunting as he continued to pick up the pace. He moved one of his hands to the back of my head, taking a handful of hair. Roughly, he yanked backward, causing me to shriek and push backward into him.

“That’s it, Irene,” he called out. I was in ecstasy. “Tell me I’m better than your husband!”

“So much better, baby!” I screamed. And, it was true. Paul had never made me feel like this. My orgasm came hard and had me screaming.

He continued to pull my hair and fuck me through it. “Tell me you wish you had married a man like me!”

“I wish you were my husband!” I screamed back. I felt him tense up for the second time that day, and release his second load inside my second hole. He collapsed on top of me and we caught our breath before he rolled to the side, leaving me dripping.

He finally turned me over and kissed me again. “From now on, Irene, you belong to me. I’m going to be your new husband.” I nodded, dazed. “Now, be a good wife and clean me up.” He gently nudged my head toward his slick cock.

Without hesitation, I gripped it in my hand. “Yes, dear,” I cooed before obediently licking him clean.