I slammed the door behind me I was so sick of feeling like a fuck toy for my husband, I was so frustrated I could have screamed it into the ether, I loved him, or at least I thought I did... he highly misunderstood the frustration that entangled me, in fairness, it wasn't even that I was that mad, I just saw his little soft, weak and wet dick and felt... gross, especially because I saw what I was missing...
I couldn't bring myself to sit around while he had all this fun and I had to go another night unpleased, that yearning twitch burning inside lower tummy, until it would finally subside with all the effort I could muster to push it down. It sucked, I knew he was trying his best, I knew he planned this trip for me and him to re connect but I just couldn't, I don't remember the last time I had gotten wet for my husband, without lube or spit. Which is why it surprised me that I now felt uncomfortable as my cold panties pressed against my tight little slit, it was the look the young man in the boom gate gave me, that had made me almost orgasm from just the thought of him. A feeling I must admit; was as alien to me as the elusive orgasms themselves.
I don't think my husband realised when he had turned to speak to me while at the boom gate, but my god, the young kid, his bulge sat just above desk height basically sitting out there like he was presenting a feast on a smorgasbord, from his position in the gatehouse he could see all he wanted of my perfect and perky tits, from my vantage, I could see his fat cock, barely held in by his tracksuit basically pushing free of the fabric.
My husband couldn't see what I could see as he was too close, but the young man surely knew I was looking at his package, the same as he was looking at what I had to offer. Let me tell you, I haven't seen many cocks, mainly in porn, but what he had in his pants, the outline I saw of it, that's what made my little wimp gush.
I was heading to the boom gate to ask where the indoor heating pool was, at least that's what I was telling myself, the pit of guilt at my true intentions beckoned to be acknowledged niggled at me, but I pushed it down. I had left the pamphlet that had the on-site map in it in the caravan and wasn't about to go back there for it. I had come this far, my mouth was dry, probably cause my starved wimp was using all my hydration to keep moist for the Man I was about to be face to face with.
I arrived at the security gate muttering to myself the whole way there, frustrated with my husband and sexually frustrated in general. Hoping that this meeting would go the way I wanted and begging my common sense it wouldn't.
I knocked on the door to the gatehouse, loud music could be heard blaring from the other side of the door.
I waited and when nothing happened, I banged louder, a hot flush shooting through me as I panted to catch my breath and push down this animalist, insatiable urge.
The door swung open and a head poked out, at first looking annoyed then surprised, then devious
"Oh hey, sorry couldn't hear you over the music" he stated, he pulled the door all the way open
My eyes instantly took a quick peak down while he was looking over to the radio and pointing. I had to restrain myself from biting my lip, there was a giant wet patch over his cock and his thick brown head was sticking to it, I could see the outline of his cock head perfectly.
"So what can I do for you?" he started, turning back, my eyes shooting up to meet his just in time.
"Oh, I uh, wanted to apologise about my husband behaviour before, and for wasting your time" I answered flustered.
"That's okay, just small dick energy" he insulted casually, My pussy clamped up so tight, I thought I would buckle to it's pleasure, why was his arrogance and cruelty to my husband so enticing and sexually stimulating.
"You can say that again" I murmured from the side of my mouth, before trying to laugh it off as a joke, although... I believed it.
He laughed as well and as soon as his eyes were closed my eyes shot down to his magnificent cock again, as if his massive member had a gravitational pull of its own for my eyes, his cockmeat slapped up and down as he laughed, it was so heavy I could audibly hear its slap with each movement of his laugh, this time I wasn't quick enough, only meeting his eyes a fraction and a second to slow.
"Also, I just wanted to know where the indoor pool was and any fun activities there are to do around here" I added, feeling myself going red and flushing red again.
"Haha, looking to get a little wet and have some fun huh" he insinuated
His eyes held mine, and I could feel that static electric sexual chemistry, a chemistry I hadn't felt in so long, no this is wrong I tried to fight myself, half-heartedly if I was honest.
"To late for that" I laughed touching his shoulder trying to play it off casually.
He chuckled and turned away walking over to where he was sitting at the boom gate before. He reached over and began combing through different pamphlets. He was leaning forward a bit and his cock was hard against his pants. God that cock, I just wanted to pull it out there and then and choke on it. I shook my head stop it I barked at myself while also fighting the urge
"So, uh what's your name?" I asked trying to break my own attention.
The young man turned back smiled "Timora, but people call me Tim" then he turned and continued to comb the leaflets, but the second he turned back I saw his fat knob throb in his pants, he obviously took the time to have a nice look at me, and like a shockwave I felt my pussy respond in kind, so badly I had to stifle a moan, as if they were joined already or having a conversation our bodies couldn't control.
There was silence for a few more seconds, when I noticed the television with the camera monitors, it was split into four separate screen the top left and right were live feeds of the in and out gate, but the bottom two cameras of the boom gate were paused, rewound back on my husband and I's arrival, specifically, a shot that showed my plump soft breast pushed together and the second, one where you could clearly see my shaven pussy through the thin fabric of my lingerie. The image had been frozen, zoomed in on and advanced he had obviously put in time and effort to see what I was hiding under my shorts.
Under the table on a small shelf was the largest wad of tissues I had ever seen and they were almost completely drenched so much so cum had formed a puddle around them and some was dripping onto the floor, I didn't have to be a scientist to know what it was, but I had never seen so much.
I bit my lip hard, and felt my eyes roll into the back of my head, just the thought of such a fat cock, spewing a slopping wet load into me, while my husband was left to feel unsatisfied just like me, made my pussy spasm and flinch uncontrollably as I came, from no touch, no stimulation, three feet from Tim. I had never felt something like this before, it was, life changing. I had to hold the doorframe just to stop myself falling into a mess on the floor.
It was the hardest orgasm I had ever had in my life, so much so that my knees threatened to give out on me. I covered, my mouth with my hand and put the other on my chest as it was suddenly hard to breath normal
"Ah, here it is" exclaimed Tim triumphantly turning around to see my flushed red face and standing with my hand over my mouth "Are you okay?" he asked at first with a worried look, that faded almost instantly to satisfied understanding.
"Mmmhmmm" is all I could stifle out.
"Oh my god, did you just climax?" he asked abruptly and with no hesitation.
The waves of shivering orgasm were slowly fading out, and I found myself lost for words and so slowly replied "no", however not even I would have believed such a failed attempt at lying.
Tim however placed the pamphlet he had in his hand down on the bench, his deep chocolate brown eyes, already working my clothes off my body.
He walked over and grabbed me by the hand I went to protest when he shot me a smile, his teeth perfect and white, framed by lips I wanted massaging my clit and five o clock shadow I wanted to feel grinding my mound, everything he radiated made me feel I could trust him, that he knew what I needed, that he would be the one to give it to me.
"Hey, don't sweat it, it's completely normal" he reassured me leading me over to the screens, "I mean look" he stated pushing me up against the bench forcefully and pointing at the monitors, he was right behind me and I could feel his monstrous manhood pushing against my rounded ass. "I was literally Cumming bucketloads to your sexy body only minutes before you walked in the door" he admitted openly.
"I'm a married women" I teased
"Pfft, I don't count whitebois" he stated surely "to me your single".
I went to respond, but my breath caught in my throat, as he reached around me without hesitation or care and pulled my waistband forward and drove the other hand down into my panties, brushing along my extremely wet clit and panties and placing his fingers into my moist cunt.
"Oh wow! Your soaked" he growled in my ear "Your husband really mustn't take good care of you" he teased
I bucked my hips forward as I responded and his fingers explored my inner depths, "No, he doesn't" I admitted through quivered breath, loving the degrading way he spoke of my husband.
Tim pulled his moist hand out momentarily only to grab each side of my shirt and tear it open, sending the buttons flying across the room in all directions. My lovely D size breasts burst into full view with a jiggle, my pink nipples so hard and erect they hurt, and to add to that pain, his hands came up pinching one nipple and the other hand kneading my other breast.
"Do you want me to take care of you?" he asked, moving his massaging my tits to the extreme, the next orgasm was banging on the door, I couldn't believe it, never had I came or even been excited from having my chest played with.
"How can we, you've cum already" I whimpered, indignantly, as if him doing do was an afront and he should have known I'd be back for his cock like the cheap whore I was.
He chuckled, his voice hardening for a moment, as if insulted "What, your little whiteboi cums once and is done? And you think I'm the same? That's insulting slut" he snarled, his hand clasping my throat momentarily, hard enough to make me flinch, no one had ever been so forceful with me, and again my pussy betrayed my loyalty by flinching hard.
