You never know how these things happen, why they happen.
Carla slept that night, after a short but very hard fuck, she began to snore as Paul touched her and began to tousle her hair. That was her cue and she slept.
As her husband lay next to her, she went into a deep dream-shrouded sleep.
And like dreams it did not come with the laying of the foundation or setting up of the story. It just came to the point where she was naked, stark, on a beach, her tits were bigger than they normally did, her ass seemed like Shakira had dumped it on her. There was a flower crown on her head and the as she walked on the beach, she felt her nipples harden in the cool air. And as the breeze touched her outer labia, the pussy began to tingle a little too.
Two hands wrapped around her and grabbed her tits and cupped them. They were large hands that held the tits and pushed them upwards to even more glorious sight. She moaned first and then the shock made her want to turn. But the man behind her had closed in on her, his body flush with hers. She could feel the muscles rippling; feel the thickness of his cock between her ass cheeks. And with a shock she realised that it was beginning to throb and harden. And with another shock she realised that she was getting wet.
Her breathing became harder and the hands began to knead, the thumb and the fingers pinched the nipples to make them even harder. His one hand moved, his body still taut against her, it moved the hair to the top of her head and held it bunched there, her face bowed a little. His lips found the nape of her neck. Found it and even though his hand were not holding her tits that hard, she did not move, did not move away.
His tongue began to trace the line from the bottom of her neck to the edge where her hair started. She felt a shiver run up her spine, a thrill rub down into her clitoris. She nearly came. He kissed her for a while, and then in the gruff whisper he commanded: "Close your eyes."
She closed her eyes and he turned her around, with one swift motion he carried her on to his shoulder, and she opened the eyes. She could see the back of him. He had a round, delicious ass, she nearly came again. The darkness was setting in and she still could not tell who it was. She watched the tight ass move as he walked with her on his shoulder, the ass cheeks were muscular and round, no fat there.
At last he reached a spot he wanted and told her to close her eyes again. As he turned her around, once again behind her, she saw that on the beach were laid two comforters, a couple of pillows and a scarf. He bent and picked up the scarf. She still could not see the man, only the hand she had seen earlier. He rolled the scarf diagonally and placed it on her eyes and tied it the knot to the side of her head. In her helplessness, she was very aroused. She could smell him, feel his presence, feel the manliness.
He took her hand and made her walk a few steps. She wondered why she was not screaming for help.
"Kneel." He said gruffly.
She knelt and felt him move a little, and his hand raised her face up by the chin. It was totally dark outside and even without the blindfold she could have seen much either. She smelled the cock before she felt it, the head rubbed over the lips, smearing her lips with a seminal lipstick. She was breathing hard. Her mouth opened of its own accord, like she was meant to do it, like she was here to do this. She took the cock in her mouth; it felt strange, not like her husband's cock. With another shock she realised it was an uncut cock, the tip felt pleasantly soft and the foreskin felt good. It must have been her state of arousal, but it felt tastier too.
She swallowed the cock, and with a moan she reached the base of the cock and felt it harden ever more. She withdrew, to the tip, let her tongue massage the head, and then swallowed it all again, exulting in the fact that she could take it all in. The cock was fair sized, about her husband's size. He again bunched up her hair on the top of her head and held it all together in one hand. She began to lick the shaft. His hand tugged the hair, rather sharply.
"No/" He ordered gruffly. "There is the whole night to lick and love it, now just make your mouth a cunt and fuck it."
For a moment she got angry, she liked what was happening but she would be damned if she was order around. She tried to move away from the cock, and his grip on the hair got harder, the head hurt. She yelled in pain. His grip got stronger as he tried to pull her up with her hair.
"Listen." He growled. "Listen carefully for I say it only once. Your sole purpose of life, now, is to pleasure, obey my every command to the letter. Do that and I will reward you, don't and I will punish. Believe me you won't like meeting your husband with whip marks on your ass."
He let go of her hair.
