Susan's Story

I had no idea that at that moment John was a few beach houses down about to make love to our cute little latino bag boy. To be honest, I hadn't thought much about my husband at all on this trip, which was supposed to be about saving our marriage.

As Carla slithered her way up my body, dragging first her tits and then her firm body over my cock. All I could think about was the warm, wet pussy between her legs, and a moment later I could feel it against my cock. But instead of sliding it down onto me, she ground it into my cock.

"Is that what you wanted?" she asked.

"Close," I said. I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her against me, causing both of us to moan. "I think you want it as badly as I do, don't you? I think you should beg me."

"I don't beg, baby," Clara said.

I ground against her again, my shaft rubbing against her clit and causing her to shiver.

"Oh god," she moaned.

"That's more like it," I said. "Now beg."

"I think-"

This time I held her ass firmly and began to thrust upwards with my hips. Clara's eyes rolled back in her head as she orgasmed. I went harder and faster as she moaned.

"Oh god, please, give it to me," she begged at last. "I need to feel it inside me."

I let her go and she instantly raised her hips, lining her pussy up with my cock. A moment of guilt hit me as I thought how I was supposed to be spending the weekend with John. He could be this girl. It would be the same body with the same pussy, but it would be us working on our marriage...

Then Clara slid her pussy down my shaft. She was tight, hot, wet and already cunming hard.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned.

It felt so amazing to feel her pussy squeezing my cock. Yes, multiple orgasms or having a long extended orgasm as a female was beyond description, but in reality those things had been rare in life. John's average cock did very little for me, and although he was always eager to eat my pussy and ass, he was okay at it at best. Half the time I either had to finish myself or not finish at all. Oh he would finish, probably all over my sheets, but I'd fall asleep unfulfilled.

Not with a cock though. Even if Clara's pussy wasn't damn near perfect, I'd still fill her with cum. If she would work to get me hard again. I might do it twice. Half of me hoped she was on the pill...the other half was kinda turned on by the idea of knocking her up.

Finally I came, shooting my load inside her. That was enough for her as a massive orgasm took her. When she was spent, she collapsef atop mw with her head on my chest. I held her for about fifteen minutes, mentally debating whether or not I wanted there to be a baby now growing in her belly.

As I lay there I was begining to understand what it meant to be a man. The male orgasm was so strong and intense, yet it was over in a flash. Clara had ridden her orgasm for nearly a half hour, while I got maybe ten seconds. Yet that ten seconds had been enough to knock her up.

I saw now why men chased sex far more than most women did. It was a lot of work for one short short prize. If I had cum how Clara just had, I'd be good for days or weeks, but John would be horny again later tonight.

"I think I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I said.

Fuck, I thought. I am THAT guy. I didn't love her. Not at all. The sex had been fantastic, better than any I'd ever had, but I didn't love her. It just slipped out because I thought that was what she wanted to hear.