Disclaimer:
For readers
18 and older
.
All characters depicted are
18 and older
.
This is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance
to real persons is
purely coincidental
unless explicitly stated within the story.
Content Warnings:
This series will explore
niche taboo themes
, including but not limited to:
Cheating / Cuckolding
Reluctance
Body betrayal
Pain-pleasure dynamics
Anal / Painal
Power imbalances / Control
Tags:
Mexican wife, White husband, NTR, voyeur, club, dancing, public, blowjob, creampie, slow burn
This is going to be a slow burn.
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Chapter 2
Ailin clung to Noah's arm as he tried to drive. She was being extra touchy. It hadn't helped that she chugged a glass of wine before they left. She wasn't much of a drinker, but when she started, it was difficult for her to stop.
Noah had wanted to think clearly about what he had witnessed, what it meant for him and her, and what decisions he needed to make. But when she lightly played with the hair on the back of his neck like this, he couldn't.
"Hey so--"
"You
definitely
understood the assignment..." Ailin admired Noah in his outfit.
He felt like a piece of meat.
He had worn their favorite button-up romper. It was a rich, soil brown color that fit his form. It accentuated his bubble butt and thick shoulders, while obscuring his wide torso. His shoes were white and had crème brûlée accents. Normally, he would slick back his hair so that it would remain straight, but tonight he had used soft hold gel to allow his naturally wavy hair to breathe. He even twirled his mustache up the way Ailin loved. It reminded her of when they had first met and Noah would take her on bike rides with the department's Harley club.
Those were the days.
Noah's skin became goose flesh as she put her mouth centimeters away from his neck.
"
Te voy a devorar, amor
." She threatened him.
She was going to devour him, and from the way she started to kiss his neck, she meant it. He heard the
click
of the seat belt unbuckling next to him.
"What are you--"
She licked him, planting wet kisses every other inch that made him swallow his question. He felt her tracing her way down his neck, following his carotid down. As he tried to concentrate on the road, he felt her shift onto her knees. He tried to look over at her, but she grabbed his chin to stop him.
"
Ojo
, big boy. Keep those doe eyes on the road." Her raspy voice was sultry with desire, her accent punctuating every word as her instincts took hold.
Each button was undone so painfully slowly, and all Noah could do was grip the steering wheel in anticipation. When his chest was exposed, Ailin resumed her licking. Most men were insecure about having their chests licked, but Noah wasn't most men. It wasn't his favorite thing, but he appreciated Ailin's skilled tongue
wherever
it ended up.
"Ow fuck!" He groaned and jerked the steering wheel slightly when she bit his nipple.
"
¡Ay, concéntrate
!" Ailin scolded him.
"Yes ma'am," his voice shook as she continued her way down his stomach.
He could feel her hot breath on his skin inching towards his waist. Eagerly, she undid the button and zipper, then reached into his briefs.
Noah shivered when she gripped his cock in her hands that felt like ice on the cold February night. She pulled him free of his restraint and let his cock stand proudly.
"Mmm, like a strawberry paleta." Ailin loved popsicles. She licked her lips. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"What?" He asked, trying to focus with her cold hand on him while he was trying not to kill them.
"Tell. Me. What. You. Want." She licked it with every word.
"I want...you to do what you want to do." He said nervously.
She rolled her eyes at him. Sometimes he was too comfortable letting her take the lead.
"Hmm...in that case...I want to take a bite out of this..." she looked up at him, waiting for him to protest, but none came.
She tilted her head and her teeth drew closer as they came to a stop at a red light. Finally, he looked down at her.
"Oh fuck yeah, bro!"
"Kill that shit, dude!"
"Damn that dude is huge!"
A lifted truck with what looked like college frat boys pulled up next to them.
"Stop." Noah urged.
His face became red with shame. He wanted to hide. But Ailin didn't listen, she looked out the window and smiled.
"She's looking at me, bro!"
"You wish, she's looking at me!"
"Fuck she's hot as fuck."
"Let her work. Stop distracting her." a single, assertive voice could be heard cutting through the rest. "Don't use your hands." The voice told her.
Noah watched as she locked eyes with one of them, a curly haired, clean shaven pretty latin boy. A little too pretty for Noah's liking. He felt a slight tendril of jealousy near his stomach that slowly coiled underneath it as Ailin let go with her hand but took Noah's head in her mouth. He struggled between that jealous feeling and Ailin's tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, sending pulsing spirals of pleasure down to his loins. He could feel the warm saliva running down his shaft to the base of his cock, coating it. The tendril seemed to grow small thorns as Noah chanced another glance at Ailin, but she was still staring at the same pretty boy. He followed her gaze.
"Do it, take it all." The pretty boy's confident voice carried clearly while the rest watched intently.
Noah felt like he had just encroached on a private, intimate moment between the two--except she was
his
wife, not this cocky little fuck's. He felt his face flush with heat.
When Ailin heard the command, her pussy tingled. Without protest, she obeyed.
So painfully slowly, Noah felt her slide down centimeter by centimeter, not breaking eye-contact with the pretty boy.
HAAAWWNNNK
, one of the cars behind them blared their horn when the light turned green.
"Oh shit." Noah started to pull his foot off the break, but Ailin grabbed his leg and glared up at him with his cock halfway in her mouth.
She paralyzed him with that glare.
