My husband and I have been married for thirteen years. But our marriage is not perfect, like most marriages. Problems in our marriage emerged soon after we got married. Though we had a decent sex life, he lacked something I was looking for. He is a businessman. He looks good, and he lasts long in bed, but he was too gentle and loving. I was happy with him, but there was something missing that I couldn’t pinpoint.
We had moved to a new city a few months after getting married. We had bought a fancy apartment and lived a luxurious life. My husband liked to live extravagantly, and I picked up that habit. He travelled often, sometimes with me and sometimes alone.
It happened during one of those times when my husband had gone to a different state for one week. I decided to spend the night out with a few friends. We decided to go to the local pub for dinner.
I wore a maroon one-piece dress that showed my cleavage and my hourglass figure. It was short, ending just a couple of inches below my butt.
I would describe myself as a good-looking woman with a pretty or cute face, 5’7″ tall with a slim waist, a 32C bust and a well-shaped butt. I often receive admiring glances, which I like, but sometimes it gets me into trouble, often in the form of unwanted attention.
I styled my hair, put on sandals and walked out. On the way to the pub, one of my friends called to let me know she would be running late. I was the first to reach the pub. I ordered a drink for myself while I waited for my friends. Just sitting in the lounge area, I spotted a guy across the bar enjoying a beer and staring at me. I tried to avoid making eye contact. But for some reason I was fixated on his looks, so I looked back. He stood up and came over to me. He was well-built, 6 feet, and very good-looking.
He started a conversation by saying, “Lovely dress.”
“Thanks,” I replied, a little surprised by his opening line.
“Well, where did you get it?” he asked.
“It’s Versace. Why do you ask?” He smiled and sat beside me.
“Well, if I’d used a cheesy pickup line, you probably wouldn’t have talked to me.”
I just laughed and said, “Well, this is cheesy too.”
He smirked and said, “You didn’t ignore me, and now I’m sitting comfortably next to you, so it’s not too bad.”
He was right. I didn’t realise I was also comfortable around him.
“The name is Sam, and you are?” he asked.
I thought for a second, “What should I say??” And suddenly I blurted out, “Naina.”
He had his eyes wide open. “Oh, you’re Indian?”
“Yep,” I said.
He just smiled and said, “I love India and Indians.”
“Really, have you been to India?”
“No, not really. But I have heard a lot about it,” he said with a smile.
I realised what the guy was doing. He had made me so comfortable with him that I didn’t feel any awkwardness with him. I never spoke to guys in the pub, generally the ones with cheesy pick-up lines, but this guy could hold a conversation.
“I need a drink,” I said.
He shrugged. “Sure, what do you want?” he asked.
“Vodka with lemonade,” I said.
He snapped his fingers at a waiter and said, “Sure. I own this place.”
“Wow, you have a nice place here,” I said, looking around.
“Oh, the top floor is even better,” he said.
“Really? “I asked curiously.
He shrugged and said, “It’s a private area for my special guests.”
“Do you mind if I see it?” I asked.
He stood up and gave me his hand. I took his hand and stood up. The waiter came to us. Sam told him we’ll get our drinks from the bar upstairs.
As we walked together, I realised I was walking to a strange place with a strange guy, but for some reason I liked the feeling. We walked up to the hallway, and it took us to a door. He scanned his card, and the door opened. We walked into an open terrace. It was absolutely stunning. It had a bar, Jacuzzi and a lovely sitting area with a round couch.
“I wonder what your guests do here?” I asked and gave him a knowing smile.
“You have no idea,” he replied and we laughed.
We sat on the couch, and the bartender brought us our drinks. We drank and got to know each other better. Enjoying the conversation, I drank without control. Soon the alcohol and his lustful eyes gazing at my cleavage, made me feel high and aroused. My breasts were already swollen and my nipples had become erect. I expecting him to move closer and take what he wanted, but he stood and removed his shirt. I wasn’t sure what he was up to but couldn’t stop admiring his well built body. He walked to the edge of the hot tub and turned it on. “Come on. Join me,” he asked.
I was not sure what to do but I couldn’t resist the desire to be close to him. I stood up and looked at him. He smiled and removed his jeans. I was seeing a six-pack guy in skimpy boxer shorts walking into the hot tub. It was the first time I would ever show my body to a guy besides my husband. It really wasn’t me, but something inside me kept pushing me along. I walked up to the edge and unzipped my dress from behind. I undressed and kept the dress on the couch. I saw him looking right at my swollen nipples. I covered them with my hands and walked to the hot tub. I stepped into the warm water and sat next to him.
The bartender came to the Jacuzzi and asked, “Anything else, sir?”
Sam said, “Leave a bottle of vodka here and leave.”
The bartender did as he was told and left.
“You live well,” I said.
He smiled and looked at my breasts submerged in the water. “You’ve maintained yourself well.”
“You noticed?” I asked and smiled.
“Well, your body can’t go unnoticed,” he replied,
I blushed and looked away feeling shy. I started to realise that I might end up cheating on my husband and told myself I should stop immediately. He moved close to me. Before I could do anything, he pulled me close to him and kissed my lips. It was the first time I kissed another man.
I was so lost in his kiss that when he casually moved his hands on my breasts in the water and started to fondle them, I didn’t object. Feeling good, I moved one hand down, and I felt his hardness. Shocked, I broke the kiss and asked, “Is that for real??”
He said, “100%, baby,” and began kissing me again.
My head was spinning with pleasure. He moved his hands to my thong and pulled it right off my legs. I was butt naked in a tub with a stranger who I had just met. I wondered how my husband would react if he found out and thought he would die of a heart attack if he saw me like this.
Sam started caressing my vaginal lips. I was glad I’d shaved it clean that morning. He sucked one of my nipples and pushed two fingers inside my vagina. I began moaning with ecstasy. He was in control of me, and I had lost control. I moaned uncontrollably, “Don’t stop! I am going to cum… oooo, yeah…”
But he stopped and pulled me up. He sat me on the wooden rim deck of the hot tub and started to lick my vagina. “You taste nice,” he muttered against my pussy and continued licking.
I felt so good. I couldn’t stop pleading for more, “Aaaaaa… yeah, lick my pussy.”
He licked my pussy like an animal, and I was nearing an orgasm. I pulled his head in between my inner thighs, saying, “Oh yeah! Make me cum… I want to cum, baby… Please, aaaaaa, yeah, baby.”
He fingered me even faster, and I suddenly reached orgasm. I was so shaken, I told him, “It feels so good. I’ve never come so hard.”
He just smiled and said, “The fun has just begun.”
I took a few minutes’ break, then I slipped back into the water.
“Time to return the favour,” he said and sat on the deck of the tub. He removed his shorts and showed me his penis.
Seeing his penis made my heart race with excitement. It was at least 8 inches long and very thick. Attracted to it, I moved closer, kissed it and licked it. I realised I had missed so much by staying committed to my husband. Licking Sam’s penis, I wanted to feel all of it inside me. I licked his cock and sucked his balls. He moaned with pleasure and told me to suck his penis. I kissed the head of his penis and opened my mouth to take it inside my mouth. He kept one hand on the wet hair on the back of my head and pulled my head. Suddenly my mouth was filled with his long, thick, hard and hot throbbing penis. I sucked him hard, craving to taste him. And after about ten minutes of sucking, I could taste him as he ejaculated in my mouth.
Tasting a man’s cum for the first time, I swallowed as he ejaculated more and more cum in my mouth. When he was done, he shocked me by suddenly pushing my head back and getting rough. “I’m going to give your Indian pussy a hard pounding,” he said and lifted me, holding my arms. He made me sit on the side of the Jacuzzi and lean back. He sucked my nipples and squeezed my boobs. He bit my boobs and left marks which slowly turned to pleasure as the pain eased.
He told me to kneel on all fours in the hot tub. I did as I was told. He knelt behind me and penetrated my vagina. It unexpectedly hurt me, and I groaned in pain, “Aaaaaa…it’s too big!”
He didn’t care. He just began fucking me. I had never had a big cock inside me before. But soon, my vagina stretched and lubricated more, making me feel very good. He felt so big in my vagina, but all of his manly penis moved in and out of my vagina rapidly. At that moment I felt like a real woman who could accommodate a penis of any size in my vagina. The water around my bottom felt comforting as his penis moved in and out of my vagina underwater, splashing water on my back with every thrust of his cock inside my vagina.
Without control, I cried out, “Ooh…I am going to cum. I’m going to cum, baby…fuck me harder…fuck me…”
I heard him say, “Say that you’ll let me fuck you whenever I want and you’ll be my fuck toy! I’ll stop if you don’t say it!!”
“Nooo, please don’t stop. Anything you want… aaa… I’ll be your fuck toy… You can fuck me anytime, baby… Anything for you!”
“Good girl, you watch what I am going to do to you. I’ll turn you into a slut,” he said and started fucking faster.
Finally, I orgasmed, but he kept going. He became aggressive with me and kept asking, “You love this whore, don’t you?” He pulled my hair and said, “You’re my whore from now on, and you’ll forget your husband’s cock.” He bit my neck and my back, leaving bite marks all over my body. After a point, I stopped caring.
He pulled out and sat in the Jacuzzi. He made me face him and sit on him. I straddled him, and he pushed his cock into my pussy. He started pumping into me slowly. He sucked my tits and said, “Your husband has not used his slut properly.”
“I am not his slut. I am his wife,” I said and smiled.
“You are my slut,” he said and started to fuck me faster.
Holding my butt, he moved his pelvis up and down, stroking his cock inside my pussy faster and faster until he gave a final thrust and we came together again. I could feel our hot cum inside me, and I was shaken by the orgasm. I leaned on him, and he held me. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of my vagina and moved me to the side. He got up and poured a drink for him and me.
“You are a good sex doll,” he said.
I just smiled and asked where the bathroom was. He pointed to a door. I got out of the jacuzzi and walked to the door. I pushed it open and entered. It was a nice, large bedroom. I went to the ensuite bathroom and saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked fucked, and I had love bites all over me. I felt used like a whore, but I liked it. I realised it was so easy to cheat on my husband, and I was going to do it as long as it felt good.
I cleaned up and stepped out of the bathroom. I was surprised to see him sitting on the bed. He saw me and stood up. I went to him. He took me in his arms and kissed me. His hands cupped my breasts and played with them.
I broke the kiss and asked him, “Still haven’t had enough of me?”
He smiled and said, “Nope.”
He gently pushed me on the bed. I was a little sore, not being used to such rough sex. I lay on the bed and spread my legs, wondering if he had taken some kind of Viagra.
“Tonight you’re my slut, and I am going to fuck you all night long,” he said and lay on top of me. He pushed his cock back into my vagina and started fucking me again.
As he fucked me, I teased him, asking, “You’re fucking someone else’s wife. Don’t you feel any guilt?”
He replied, “You’re a slut, and that’s what I am fucking. You don’t care about your husband. Why should I?”
He made me feel guilty, but I didn’t care; I was just a sex doll. I was getting fucked by a stranger, and I was loving it. He pounded me for another 10 minutes, and we orgasmed together. We lay on the bed and took a break. Then he told me to sit on him and ride him again. I sat on him and took his cock in my pussy. He played with my boobs while I rode on his dick.
He held my hips and said, “Fuck me harder, bitch.”
I fucked him harder, and he exploded inside me after about ten minutes. He shot loads of cum inside my pussy. I lay on him for a short time before rolling over and lying next to him.
We fell asleep naked, and I woke up before he could. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, he was awake. He saw me and said, “I have a friend who wants to meet you.”
I just smiled and asked, “Is he big like you?”
“Bigger,” he said.
I smiled and said, “I can’t say no to any man who is as good as you.”
“See you soon, slut,” he said, teasing me.
“I am not a slut. I am a sex doll,” I said with a smirk.
“You are a slutty sex doll!” he said and laughed.
I just smiled and walked out of the bedroom. I went to the couch where I had left my dress and handbag. I took my phone and checked. I had received calls and messages from friends and my husband. I got dressed and left the pub feeling happy that I had become a slutty sex doll.