Forgot To Tell You Ch 03

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, caretaker, voyeur, sleeping, blowjob, eating out, rimming, creampie, NTR, slow burn,

This is going to be a slow burn.

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Chapter 3

Ailin knew it was super unlikely she would get pregnant their first time having unprotected sex, especially since she hadn't even tracked her ovulation window. But to see the proof the morning immediately after was still disheartening. Sure,

trying

to have a baby was fun and the sex was great, but realizing she wasn't pregnant yet still stung. And to make things worse, she was now mega horny.

But they might as well get some good fucking practice in.

It was rare for her to wake up before Noah, so she took advantage of that. The sex had seemingly tired him out. His sleeping face looked so peaceful...so gorgeous...so fuckable.

Her big, dumb, sleeping hunk was the perfect prey for her.

Her eyes traced down his impressive chest, following his slight stomach to his groin. She noticed how hard he was despite the blanket being bunched up around his waist. Thank

God

for morning wood because she didn't have much time to waste. Noah should have been up about ten minutes ago to get ready for his shift, so she needed to anchor him there.

"

Amorrr

," she purred, straddling him.

She grabbed his thick cock in her hand and held him straight up, positioning her hovering pussy over the tip.

"Rise and--

ooooh

--shine." That first moment of contact made her spine tingle.

Then she slowly descended on him, feeling that stretch and slick tug despite how wet she was. Noah stirred under her as she let herself slide down. The last few inches were always tough for her, even in this position. But she wouldn't be denied.

"

¡AYY cabron!

" She sank all the way down on the fucker's cock and was instantly light-headed.

Noah groaned, opening his eyes.

"Baby doll? Oh shit!" He moaned--groggily grabbing her hips.

She put her hands down on his chest, her fingers grabbing his chest hair as she grinded on him.

"

Dios mio

, I fucking love you!" Ailin leaned over and kissed Noah--her long, blonde hair draping around their faces like a veil.

She stuck her tongue into his mouth, sloppily kissing him while he tried to keep up. He matched her grinding by using his grip on her hips to help her move faster.

"

¡DIOS! Mira como me pones papi.

" Just the thought of him put her in a bad way.

Her grinding became frenetic, causing Noah to twitch every time the rubbing pressure on the underside of his tip was too rough. He gritted his teeth and held on for dear life, if he didn't have the practiced stamina he did, this would have sent him over the edge.

She sat back up, hands against his chest for support.

Ailin's eyes started to lose focus and her movements lost rhythm. The pace was difficult to maintain while she was nearing orgasm. But she felt Noah's encouragement and direction through his hands on her hips. He steadied her and she was able to reap the rewards.

The warm pressure built in her belly rapidly, every backward grind making the curve of Noah's cock stroke her sweet spot.

"

Oooohh

." She mewled, trying to contain herself.

Noah moved up his right hand to her waist to keep her rhythm steady and with his left he grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her. He needed her just as much as she needed him.

"

¡Ohhhh sí cabron

--FUCK!" Her rupturing moans were Noah's addiction--sounds that reached a part of Noah that touch alone would never.

The warm pressure in her core burst open. It splashed inside her and then cascaded down through her legs and to the edges of her toes, making her tense up and tingle.

Noah felt her thick thighs try to lock down around him, but he continued to move her, making her grind through the orgasm--refusing to let her body rest.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! NoaaAAAHH--!" She squealed out, nearly overwhelmed.

The pressure didn't stop building inside her. Like a volcano, it exploded at the top, rushing up her spine and making her arms rigid.

Noah felt the tension on his chest from her hands, but he wasn't done.

She felt like her bones were being hollowed out and filled with pleasure. She begged Noah, but she wasn't sure if it was for him to stop or to keep going.

"

¡NOAH--AMOR--POR FAVOR!

"

He grunted with exertion in response.

Her whole body shook above him, making every part of her tremble. Noah focused on her tits--watching them shake as she lost control made Noah groan and his eyes rolled involuntarily. He could consume the very image of her. He wished he could capture this moment forever.

"FUCK--OH Y--FUCK YOU--

PINCHE PU

--

DIO

--FFFFUCK--" She sputtered between moans.

He imagined himself watching--a video playing in his head from the closest corner of the room. They looked amazing from this perspective. And her sounds, her moans, her struggling to retain any semblance of control over her body...he wished he could remove himself to just witness this moment and--.

He erupted.

The image was too strong, her impassioned cries were too loud--all the practiced stamina in the world couldn't save Noah. His legs went numb as he came into her, torrent after torrent. His entire body tensed the same way hers had as they crashed together.

"Fuck!" Noah couldn't stop his own voice.

"HHHH--AAHHH!" She cried out one final time.

They laid there for a few moments. Neither made a sound except for their breathing. The only movements were Ailin sporadic spasms as her orgasm died down, and their chests rising and falling.

BRAAAHH

,

BRAAAHH

,

BRAAAHH

.

Noah's alarm started going off, the same ringtone as his phone calls. He was supposed to already be making their breakfast and waking Ailin up. They needed to get up.

She lifted herself back up--struggling the entire time due to her still weak and shaky arms--and resumed her sitting position on Noah. She reached for his phone and turned the alarm off--his gradually softening cock twitched inside of her with the movement. This man was so blessed--it was still enough for her to feel an undulating pleasure. She started to do slow figure eights on him.

He quivered under her--he was too sensitive.

"Fuck! Baby, stop." Noah pleaded.

But the roles were reversed now.

"

Cómo se siente hijo de tu puta madre

." She teased him--her smile was full of retaliatory mischief.

She shuddered as she traced herself with her hands and she kept gyrating her hips. She basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, now able to process every sensation and caressed her tummy, imagining the life that would be growing there soon.

Soon

, her thoughts echoed.

Ailin felt Noah shift under her, trying his hardest to not lose his composure--bringing her back to the present. She cupped her breasts, as if presenting them to Noah--only to squeeze them herself. When she reached her nipples, a drawn out, satisfied hum escaped through her lips.

"

Mmm mm mmmmm. Que rico, amor.

" She closed her eyes.

Noah gripped the sheets, trying to ignore the sensation in his loins.

She rubbed her hands up her neck, allowing them to linger there for a second, before she finally ran her fingers through her scalp--making herself shiver--then through her hair.

Noah could only watch helplessly as this goddess of his pleasure used him for her own.

"

Más que suficiente.

" Ailin whispered to herself.

Noah was struggling.

"W--what?"

"Let's get up,

amor

. We need to get ready."

She climbed off of him, headed towards the bathroom. She stumbled and caught herself on the bed, laughing.

Noah was initially concerned, but realizing why she had stumbled made him smile.

"What's wrong, weak knees?" He asked innocently.

"

¡Siguele ehh!

" She smacked his arm.

But when he sat up and tried to stand himself, he found he wasn't as surefooted as he expected. Trying to hide his sheepish smile, he cleared his throat and looked away.

"That's what you get!" Ailin pushed him onto the bed and laughed, speed-hobbling towards the bathroom, "me first!"

But Noah had recovered quicker than she thought he would. He chased her to the bathroom and she squealed, trying to close the door. It would have closed, but for one of Noah's socks stuck in the door.

"

Mch!

" Annoyed, Ailin smacked her lips at Noah--he was notorious for not putting his clothes in the laundry basket.

He laughed and forced the door open.

"Why don't we shower together, like we used to?" He offered.

Neither of them knew it was possible for Ailin's face to light up even more. But the devil in her eye twinkled and she looked down, grabbing Noah by the cock.

"We should do this

every

morning..." She pulled him to the shower.

*

Noah

Usually, Wagner was there fifteen minutes early for his shift but today he had barely arrived on time. Chief Calderon was already waiting for him.

Wagner couldn't deny the chief was just a bit intimidating. It wasn't his physicality, though. They had similar builds. And it wasn't that he was a military man. Wagner had grown up with Reinhard whose entire life had been the military, so he was used to that.

"I was afraid you got cold feet, son." Calderon barked.

It wasn't that Calderon was so stern and commanding either. Reinhard had been like that, too. And the chief was nowhere near as mean as his bastard father was--so Wagner had no idea what it could be.

"No, sir." But there was something different about the Sergeant today.

"Hmm." The older man tilted his head and inspected Wagner.

Wagner's uniform wasn't in its routinely pristine ironed condition which meant he had been rushing this morning. His face looked clean, but there was stubble growing where Wagner was usually shaved to give his beard its perfectly trim shape. So he had showered but hadn't had time to shave. He had a derpy smile plastered on his face, but when didn't he? Even then, all of this was still infinitely better than the veteran officers who just didn't care anymore. Hopefully that wasn't where Wagner was headed.

"Just spent some time with the wife is all. Lost track..." Wagner gave an awkward and apologetic smile--shrugging and mirroring Calderon's head tilt.

That was when Calderon noticed Wagner's collar and grunted his approval.

"I can tell." He chuckled. "Now let's get that test out of the way."

Wagner's awkward smile faltered, wondering what the chief meant by that. He looked down at himself and tried to smooth out his uniform.

It wasn't until later that he saw the lipstick smudged on his collar.

**

Ailin was waiting for Noah as he pulled into their driveway. She was so excited to see him that she jumped on him and he slammed back against the car.

Mwah, smooch, smack

. She kissed all over his face while he tried to talk to her.

"Hey baby doll! I took the test."

"That's--

muah

--so--

smooch

--great!"

He carried her inside, she was still in her gym clothes because they were easier to peel off. Even after working out, she still managed to smell like coconut.

"

Amor

, I'm pretty dirty...and sweaty.

Necesito un

shower

." She said so matter-of-factly--dropping her pitch on the word

shower

, letting it drag.

She raised her eyebrow and slightly opened her mouth expectantly.

"Y'know what baby, I am feeling a little dirty, too." He sounded so earnest.

She bit her lip at his words.

"I sweat so much when I was pushing that pen across the test, baby, you should've seen that test. All marked up."

"

¿O sí? Apuesto que

that test had nothing on you." She kissed his neck.

"I don't want to brag or anything but," he cleared his throat, "pretty sure I passed the

fuck

out of it. Not sure if I have any fucks left if I'm being honest here, so I hope no one was expecting one." He teased.

"

¡Ay no, eso ya no me gustó!

You better have at least a few left!" She smacked his arm and reached underneath her legs to grope his manhood.

"Oh sh--"

"

Ooooh, con que me estabas mintiendo, ¿eh?

You're going to pay for that lie, amor." He was already hard for her.

"Uhm, hahh--ha." He twitched in her hand, "careful, baby doll...don't want to crush all the little Noah's and Noellia's."

He carried her into the bedroom.

*

"Oooo," she cooed--her eyes fluttering open.

Noah had woken her up for two days straight now--something new--by playing with her small clit. He had it between his right forefinger and middle finger, stroking it as he ran his fingers up and down her lips. Every few strokes he would sink his thick middle finger into her pussy, curling it inside her, before pulling it out.

"

Más, necesito más, amor

..." She whimpered--pulling his head to her chest. With his left hand he held her right breast and started to suck her nipple.

"

Hijo de tu

--

¡AY CABRON!

" She gasped, her eyes going wide when Noah bit her nipple.

The sharp pain sent daggers down to her tummy, impaling themselves into her arousal. He flicked her nipple in rhythm with his strokes of her clit.

She reached out with her hand, trying to find his cock under the covers while he had her pinned down.

"God, woman, you taste so fucking good." He sucked her tit into his mouth.

He started to circle her clit, gyrating it. He could feel her lubricant drenching his fingers more and more. It ran down her pussy and his fingers to her ass. For a moment, Noah thought about testing his luck--and how turned on she was--by inserting a finger into her anus.

But he stopped, feeling her pussy start to quiver.

"Fuck beibi, don't stop--DON'T SSS--DON'T SSTOPP!"

*

Noah thought their appetite would have been satisfied by now but he was wrong. Ailin had been at work when he had gotten home, making him immensely disappointed and horny. He had waited for her to get back to get in another round since they wouldn't have time the next morning.

He had expected her to be disappointed. Instead, she had become feral. She had been so eager that he had another hole in the wall to fix--in the living room this time.

When they were finished, she was left satisfied with his seed oozing out of her and gliding down to her butt.

"Are you nervous?" She played with his chest hair as they stared at the ceiling.

"No." He thought about it, "pretty sure the captains and other lieutenants like me."

"What's not to like?" She leaned onto her elbow and smiled at him as she admired him.

"You're big, strong. I bet they would be impressed if you showed them your--" She reached for his cock.

"H-hey woman! I'm still sensitive." He grabbed her wrist.

She giggled, she was being playful.

"Besides, I'm sure they wouldn't like that." He eyed her.

Her long hair draped her. It was like her; wild and free. It crowned a beautiful face he could never get out of his head. Those pouty lips made him lick his own, he could still taste them. Then his eyes dropped down her body, lingering on her breasts. He loved the way they rested on her chest.

"

Ah, y eso?

" She felt his cock hardening again.

He groaned.

"Goddamnit woman, I can't resist you." He pawed her tits and pushed her onto her back.

She squealed her delight.

*

Ailin

Ailin showered alone. She was sad about that, but Noah had the first round of interviews today and couldn't afford to be late. She understood--didn't mean she was going to let him off the hook later, though. He had to make it up to her.

For a moment she thought about fantasizing in the shower about Noah again. She reached for the showerhead, setting it to high. She pointed the stream at her clit, trying to capture the image she had days ago.

The shower door opened.

"Hola, amor." She said, closing her eyes.

But when the shadow crossed the boundary, passing the steam breathing out through the opening, it wasn't Noah.

Ailin opened her eyes. She didn't want to imagine anyone else, especially not him. He had been an excellent dancer, sure. And what had happened, happened, but she wasn't going to be inviting that back in.

She banished the image of Walter she felt trying to invade her fantasy and docked the showerhead--frustrated.

Ailin needed to flood her mind with happy, loving, wife thoughts.

Thoughts about Noah--her husband.

She had

loved

the last few days. She had lost track of how many times they had had sex. Going from maybe twice a month to a dozen in only a handful of days was addicting and Ailin knew it. There was no way they would be able to keep this up. But she saw it as banking some in before a baby took all their time.

With a sigh, she turned off the shower and grabbed her towel.

"Siri, what time is it?"

"It's 8:31."

She was going to be late.

Erika was going to hate that. Ailin was always the last one to arrive at the group's lunch dates.

She wanted to hurry, she really tried, but there was a lot on her mind. It actually weighed her down, slowing her. Now, standing in front of the large sink mirror, she put her hands on her tummy. It had the slightest protrusion. She turned, looking at her profile and distended her stomach, trying to see how she'd look carrying a baby.

She smiled. The image of her favorite aunt Lucero looked back at her, then down at her stomach.

"

Noah--o Noellia. Mi amor eterno.

"

Ailin thought about her own mother at that moment--she would never let herself spend one moment apart from her baby the way Maria had.

*

"About time, bitch." Erika was too expressive, she looked like she hated Ailin sometimes.

Only this time, she didn't flip Ailin off.

"

Ay ya se

, leave me alone!" Ailin waved her hand dismissively--she was only ten minutes late this time.

"But for once you're here before Suki, idk where she is." River looked at her phone, then put it down.

Her smile wasn't as big today, Ailin noticed.

"Where's Emi then?" Ailin sat down in her spot.

"Taking a shit, where do you think?" Erika rolled her eyes.

"No!" Emiliana was already opening the door to the cafe's outside patio, "I was fixing my foundation after you licked my face, bitch."

"Hahahaha!" Erika wasn't the least bit apologetic, but she also didn't point while laughing like she usually did.

They were a diverse group--to anyone who didn't know them--but they were all hispanic or latinas in some way.

A confident, porcelain-white Mexican--Ailin.

A toxica morena from Ecuador--with deceptively girl-next-door looks--Erika.

A shy and gentle biracial hispanic from Houston, Texas cursed with alluring beauty--River.

An unattainable and unavailable goth chola from Española, New Mexico--Emiliana--Emi.

And their missing friend: a Japanese-Mexican who was an oblivious party girl--Susana--Suki.

"Where were you the last, like, two times?" River asked Ailin, reaching for her hands across the table.