While the bitch is away, the bastard plays. This first chapter is straight cheating MF. Hung married stud and eager young babe. Things will get contentious next chapter.
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The little beach babe was a great fuck. She had a lot of energy and a hard little body that belonged on the cover of magazines. Her hips were trim and her abdomen long and lean. Her tits were less than a handful but had long, hard nipples. Enticing tan lines highlighted her tits and her neatly trimmed beaver.
Dennis loved living on the beach. His wife's big house was in prime bikini territory. Little honeys like this one were always flattered to be invited in. His current playmate seemed to be a bit of a slut which was cool. But Dennis also had a lot of fun seducing less experienced girls and women.
Unfortunately, Sandra, his wife, preferred the social scene in New England. She was a typical rich bitch who was more concerned with status than anything else. Her family money guaranteed her all the things she wanted in life, including a trophy husband. Dennis and Sandra had met four years earlier at a socialite party he had more or less conned his way into. Dennis was tall and well built and shameless in feeding a girl bull. When he realized how loaded Sandra's family was, he made it his mission in life to marry into it.
Saundra was five years older than Dennis. She had already been married once and wasn't looking for love but she did need a man on her arm to be a proper socialite. So they had come to an arrangement; they would keep each other entertained in bed and Dennis would act as her devoted husband in public. And along the way, he would live the high life.
Dennis and Sandra's sex life was pretty good. Dennis thought of himself as a stud and with some justification. Sandra was a sexy and lush sort of woman. But Dennis eventually became a little frustrated. He and Sandra had sex often enough and there was certainly a degree of passion to their love making but somehow there always seemed to be something she was holding back. He'd see eagerness and hunger in her eyes and then she would just shut down and say she needed to use the bathroom or something.
From snippets of conversations he had heard among her socialite friends, she was supposedly a wild woman but Dennis never saw that in their bed. Perhaps her first marriage had hurt her in some way. Or maybe what the upper-crust thought of as wild was pretty pedestrian.
She did insist on a strong pre-nuptial agreement and that he be fateful to her. She didn't want to be publicly embarrassed by infidelity. The gravy train would last only as long as he kept her happy in and out of the bedroom and kept his hands off other women.
Dennis had kept up most of his end of the bargain for four years. All of Sandra's socialite friends seemed convinced that he was both the world's greatest lover and also deeply in love with Sandra... she insisted on frequent public displays of affection and would describe their love life in intimate detail to her large collection of confidants. Hell, Sandra was a good looking woman with what seemed to be an adequate sex drive and Dennis had a healthy appetite for pussy so really, they got along just fine. He was frequently bored at the endless parties and lunches but that was a small price to pay.
But Sandra didn't know about his extra-curricular activities.
They were staying in the west-coast house for several weeks and Sandra had entered into a golf tournament of all things. Dennis had learned to play the game but wasn't very good. The tournament was a women-only charity event so Dennis basically had all day "off". This wasn't too unusual... many of Sandra's activities were just for the gals.
So, as he had often before, Dennis had gotten himself a little strange for the afternoon.
His current playmate had probably told him her name but he couldn't remember it. He didn't know how old she was but she couldn't have been over twenty. She'd said something about entering some surfing competitions. She certainly had a fit little body. She was only about 5'3" which suited him just fine. He was 6'2" and liked little women. Of course, he liked bigger women as well.
The little slut had stripped off her tiny blue bikini in the living room and jumped into his arms to stick her tongue down his throat. He carried her up the stairs, headed for the master bedroom.
He dropped her onto the king sized bed and she squealed. He reached to pull down his shorts but she beat him to it, sweeping them down his thighs in the blink of an eye. Sitting on the side of the bed, she squealed again when she saw his heavy cock, swaying half-hard just inches from her face.
Dennis's general good looks and willingness to behave in the manner Sandra wished were the basic qualifications that made him eligible to be her husband. His enormous cock was the single biggest reason she had actually decided to marry him. He was the biggest she had ever seen and when he finally managed to fit his entire length into her body on the third time they made love, she'd become absolutely addicted to his enormous shaft.
The beach bunny's eyes were wide with awe. That look was familiar to Dennis and never failed to put some extra starch in his pecker. With each beat of his heart his dick bobbed and grew.
The slut tried to wrap a hand around his shaft but she couldn't encompass the whole thing. She wrapped her other hand around it as well and ran them up and down his length. He was quite hard now and his cock's head was beginning to swell to its maximum size. Even if she had three hands, she wouldn't have been able to cover the entire thing.
"How long is it?" she asked.
"Eleven inches" he answered. He squeezed his muscles to make it jump.
She pushed it upward against his body to stare at it from underneath. "My god, it's bigger than my arm." Dennis laughed at that. It wasn't the first time he'd heard the comparison.
She pointed the head at her mouth and kissed and licked it. Dennis breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of her small hands and hot tongue. She opened her mouth wide and tried to suck on its plum-like head. It didn't seem like it was going to fit. She pulled away to stare at it again. "Oh god oh god oh god."
"Think you can take it honey?" Dennis asked, smirking. Quite a few women had begged off once they saw his size but judging by the glazed look of her eyes and the swollen tips of her breasts, this chick was way too turned on to think about backing out.
So Dennis was more than a little disappointed when she said, "No, there's no way I can take that." She released his rod and lay back on the bed. She bent her legs and spread them wide while scooting her ass to the edge of the mattress. Her pussy down was brown, at odds with her bleached hair, but it was neatly trimmed. Her pink cunt lips protruded and were split open ever so slightly. As bold as anyone could hope for, the horny girl pinched a lip in each hand and spread herself open.
"There's no way I can fit that in my mouth. But I want you to force as much of that monster as you can into my wet little pussy."
Grinning, cock in hand, Dennis pressed himself to her damp folds. Both shivered at first contact. The entrance to her pussy had to stretch a lot to accommodate the bulbous head of his cock. The girl bit her lips and hissed. Dennis backed off. "God, don't stop." She said. Dennis began to push against her gently.
