Carrie Anne's body glistened with a thin sheen of sex sweat. She sat on her husband Javier's face as he pleasured her pussy with his talented tongue. Her thighs were quivering and she was having trouble staying upright. She placed her hands on his big pecs to steady herself. It was no surprise that she was nearing climax. Though Javi was quite talented, there was a second factor pushing her closer and closer to climax, and that was the sight of her other husband, Javi's best friend Alejandro sucking Javi's cock. The culmination of those two factors triggered Carrie Anne's orgasm. She squeezed Javier's head between her thighs as she came. Her body convulsed and her eyes rolled back into her head like a woman possessed.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes yes! I'm cummmming!"
Carrie Anne Ortega had two husbands, though she had started the year with just one. This is the story of how it all came to pass...
Carrie Anne woke early one Friday morning to the soft vibrations of her smart watch. She slid her petite frame quietly out of bed,careful to not wake her husband Javier. Today, she hoped to complete her shower and avoid morning sex. She needed a break, or at least her pussy did. It was Friday morning and she was only scheduled to work a half day at the office.
She'd scheduled a half day of PTO so she could prepare the house for their out of town guest. Her husband Javier's best friend and college roommate Alejandro came to town on business about four times a year. He'd been doing so for 8 years, practically since the day he and Javi had graduated. The two friends had much in common. Both were the sons of Cuban immigrants and both were very handsome. In fact Carrie and Alex dated briefly freshman year at University of Florida at Miami. She loved being naked with him, but at the time found him a little too immature. They broke up but remained friends. Months later when Alex had a new girlfriend Javier asked Alex if he'd mind if he asked out Carrie Anne.
"She's perfect for you. Go for it."
Since that time, Alex had matured and prospered. He was a proper Latin gentleman just like her husband. Unlike Javier, Alex never settled down and never seemed to have a woman in his life. Carrie Anne thought it might be because he traveled so much for work. Javier looked forward to his buddy's visits so much that she worked hard to help him to enjoy it thoroughly.
Carrie Anne stepped gingerly into the hot shower praying it would provide relief to her aching body. Even if it could, it could do nothing for her very sore pussy. Javier had been on a tear lately. In the last four days they'd had sex no less than three times a day. Each one was a good hard fucking complete with hair pulling, dirty talking, and manhandling. She loved having her tiny body tossed around in the bedroom by her hulk of a husband. She craved it, but could only take it in small amounts spaced far enough apart to make her forget the pain and crave being owned once more by the man she loved. She welcomed the rest her body got when whatever it was that triggered him was again temporarily out of his system. This week she hadn't had the luxury of a break between rough sex episodes.
As much as she loved a good pounding, she didn't crave rough sex often. She mostly preferred soft gentle love making. Javier seemed to prefer it too. He was normally a soft, kind, and generous lover, but when Javier flipped the "alpha male switch" as she called it, she knew her little pussy was going to take a beating. Lest she feel badly about it, she reminded herself that any one of her girlfriends trapped in sexless marriages would die to have a husband who fucked her so much.
Carrie Anne's body began to relax as the hot water washed over it. She ran her soapy fingers across her big tits as she remembered how he'd devoured her pussy eight hours earlier. She briefly pinched a dark silver dollar sized nipple as she reminisced on the night before.
She briefly considered flicking the bean, but decided against it. She needed to get to work. Besides that, she was sore. She'd learned to relish the soreness between her legs like a trophy after a marathon and she knew she'd miss it when it was gone.
For that reason Alejandro's arrival that day would be bittersweet, on one hand it meant her tiny pussy would finally get a break. It also meant that for four straight days she'd be a bit of an afterthought as two old friends reconnected. Four days of "bro'ing out" as she called it.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall of their walk-in shower, enjoying the hot water cascading over her head and down her face.
"Hey you" he said.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried startled to death. "don't sneak up on me like that!"
Javier had worked with the home builder to design the perfect master shower. Big enough to comfortably fuck in. It was a walk in shower, and that's why Javier was able to sneak up on her.
"Sorry baby" he said grinning. There's no door. Want me to whistle or something?" he said chuckling.
His arm snaked around her waist from behind and he pulled her to him and began kissing the back of her neck. It was her sexual kryptonite. She felt his morning wood become nestled perfectly between her butt cheeks. Normally those two things would be all it took to light her fire but she really did need a break and she really was on a tight schedule.
"Baby please no, she's sore and I need to go to work."
"One more time amor." he said softly knowing she was a sucker for any Spanish. Especially "SWN" or "Spanish While Naked." as she called it. He'd learned that exaggerating his pronunciation for her made the effect on her lust even more pronounced.
"Just once more mí amor, and then Alex will be here all week, and you can rest." he said as he gently gripped the back of her neck with one hand and the inside of her hip with the other. He gently bent her forward. He was done asking permission and she knew it.
Carrie's eyes rolled back in bliss as she placed her palms on the tile in front of her.
"One more time won't be so bad." she thought. She never tired of his beautiful cock. It seemed to stretch her perfectly. A second later he spoke the same words back to her.
"One more time won't hurt now will it baby?" He fanned his fingers out and let each one graze her clit in succession. She called it his "magician's move," and she loved it. She shuddered. It was the last calm moment she'd have until she felt his cum dripping down her leg.
He always treated her like a lady. Which was why she loved playing a whore for him. Her mother taught her early that keeping a husband was a matter of keeping his stomach full and his balls empty. She wiggled her ass against her husband's magnificent cock. If she didn't have a choice in the matter, she might as well have her own fun as well. The faster she could get him to cum, the sooner she could finish up and get to work.
Javier stepped back and placed his right foot in between her tiny delicate feet. He used it to gently kick each of her feet outwards widening her stance like the cops did before they frisked someone. It was a deliciously alpha male thing he did. Those two little kicks to her ankles made it clear that she didn't have a choice in the matter. She couldn't stop it now if she'd wanted and that made her feel wonderfully submissive. If she was going to give herself to him once more, then she wanted him to take it. The first time she ever had sex with him she told him she admired him for aggressively pursuing her.
Her father taught her that real men know what they want and they take it, unapologetically. There was always consent of course, but she'd always liked being taken by her lover.
From the first time he fucked her, she knew she wanted him forever. His cock was the most beautiful one she'd ever seen, almost as big as her forearm and nearly as thick. She never got tired of the moment each time they had sex when he first pushed into her. She was proud that even eight years later her "little lady" was as tight as ever.
He gently bent her forward until her forehead came to rest on the tile. Then, he entered her slowly. It would be the last bit of tenderness she would feel. She gasped and cried out briefly. Then she cooed and purred as he pushed the first inch of his cock inside her. She smiled briefly. It was so delicious and decadent. Still pinned against the wall, she felt him rocking in and out, loosening her up. Soon, her juices flowed and her body gave way. He began moving in and out little by little.
His cock felt good inside her and soon the soreness gave way to pure pleasure. Her body and mind betrayed her and now she wanted it and she wanted it hard. If she'd learned anything about Latino men in the ten years since their first date, it was that they couldn't handle anyone questioning their masculinity. She knew she'd pay for it, but she couldn't resist.
"Is that all you got? You gonna come in here and fuck me softly like some sissy puto?"
Her words, especially in Spanish, had the desired and predictable effect on her Latino husband. Javier grinned when she said it. He knew what she was doing and he liked it. Javier slid his hand from the back of her neck around to her throat and squeezed just enough. Carrie loved when he choked her, never enough to harm her, but always enough for her to feel completely owned by him as he pounded her from behind.
Javier was really letting her have it, but she still wanted it harder. Just like her words had fired him up, there was one more thing that pissed him off in a good way, and that was pretending even for a moment that she was in charge.
She started pushing back into him. Slamming back into him actually. Right on cue he smacked her ass hard. Really hard.
"Ouch!"
She screamed, mostly for his benefit, even though it did actually hurt. She pushed back again flipping the final switch. Once she heard an endless stream of Spanish obscenities, she knew she'd pulled all the right triggers for a proper fucking.
"¡Si vas a provocar como una puta, te follaré como a una puta!"
(If you are going to tease like whore, I will fuck you like a whore!)
"¿Te gusta esa puta? ¿Te gusta mi polla dentro de ti? Sigue así y lo haré Mételo en tu culo de puta."
(You like that whore? You like my cock inside you? Keep it up and I'll stick it in your whore ass.)
The Spanish always made her moan and this morning was no different.
"¿De quién es esta coño?" he asked in Spanish.
(Whose pussy is this?)
He'd taught her the proper response and she screamed it proudly as her big tits flapped rapidly back and forth while he pulled her by the hair and slammed into her.
"¡Es tuyo. Es tuyo y sólo tuyo!" she cried.
(It's yours and only yours).
Javier began to growl. He always growled like an animal just before he climaxed. It slowly built up in intensity, louder and more guttural.
"¡Toma a esa putaaaaaa!" he cried.
