Desires are too much bar encounter - my desires lead to 2 incredible
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Desires are too much bar encounter - my desires lead to 2 incredible sex experiences -100 true story The dim lighting and lively chatter of the bar were a welcome change It was our date night a precious escape and as my husband drove our conversation flowed easily the kind you forget how much you need until you have it Away from the delightful chaos of our home life a different kind of anticipation began to simmer within me a whisper of possibilities for later Inside the familiar backdrop of a sports bar unfolded the glow of the TV screen broadcasting baseball the rhythmic pulse of music filling the commercial breaks Then a shift in the atmosphere A group of about four professionals their ties loosened and sleeves rolled up settled into the seats beside me A slender pillar offered a minimal barrier yet my attention was immediately drawn My husband engrossed in the game seemed oblivious But not me There was an undeniable pull a recognition of my type If you ve been following me a while you know I m a addicted to BWC men The second time my husband excused himself for the restroom the air crackled with a subtle tension My gaze had already met one of theirs a lingering unspoken acknowledgment The moment the bathroom door swung shut behind my husband a boldness I didn t know I possessed surfaced I leaned in slightly the music a low hum around us You seem like you want to say something I murmured my voice a little breathy but you re holding back A flicker of surprise crossed his face a hint of nervousness in his eyes Are you married he asked the question hanging in the noisy space I gave a small knowing smile letting my eyes drift over him looking focusing on his zipper the last second We don t have time for that I replied softly a playful challenge in my tone What do you want His gaze followed mine Take my Snapchat if you wanna fuck me I offered quickly a clandestine exchange unfolding in the crowded bar Just as the connection was made a shadow fell over me Hey so what s up my husband s voice startled me I hadn t even heard him return A wave of guilt and adrenaline washed over me Oh nothing I stammered my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs Just looking around What games are on behind us The lie felt clumsy heavy in the air We rarely went out like this just the two of us and the unexpected intensity of the past few minutes had left me feeling oddly disoriented A while later the casual normalcy of the evening turned to my husband grabbing my inner thighs and was about to fuck me hard when we get home I m ready to go I announced a sudden urgency in my voice the entire situation had me wet thinking about it Immediately in the parking lot before going home I couldn t help but to suck his 7 inch thick brown cock He s a good size too I love swallowing him but I was definitely imagining the man inside Arriving home everyone was asleep My husband s hand on my back heavier than usual shoved me over the bed violently He then pulls my pants to my ankles The air thickened with an unspoken awareness I saw you talking to that guy at the bar slut he said his voice low almost a growl His eyes held mine a strange mix of curiosity and something else I couldn t quite decipher I m sure that made you feel a certain kind of way A beat of silence stretched between us charged with comments Then he added his voice dropping even lower Why don t you just imagine it s him in here with you right now Spanks me hard A shiver traced its way down my spine As he continued his words became a low murmur a confession tinged with a strange possessiveness I know you wish this was him I know you have a thing for those in their 20s amp 30s He claimed that he knew what I desire But the knowledge that I worship BWC remained with me He knowing I ve imagined other men was fueling a raw intensity in his pounding of me a primal edge I hadn t felt before The situation felt like I was getting used properly and had stepped into uncharted territory as I said said to him while getting pounded I wish it was the guy at the bar If you ve been following me a while you know by now that my husband is a good man But lately a different kind of hunger had been growing within me a yearning for white men that are more dominant almost a sense wanting to be utterly consumed worshipped and to worship So even as my husband was fucking me good that night My soul kept wanting the real thing My body responded in ways that felt both familiar and illicit The fantasy took root a seed of desire planted in fertile ground That Thursday morning the impulse was too strong to ignore A casual snap sent into the digital void a silent invitation By 11 30 the mundane reality of lunchtime had dissolved I found myself in the stark confines of a budget motel room the air thick with anticipation He was there in his early thirties the trappings of his professional life his suit jacket tie carelessly draped over the cheap furniture And there I was a married Latina housewife standing exactly where his eyes had promised I would be I look and saw 8 inches and hung There was no preamble no hesitation He simply approached me his grip firm on my tits and bent me over the edge of the bed The sharp sting of his hand connecting with my fat latina ass sent an immediate jolt through me a visceral awakening In that instant a sense of homecoming washed over me a primal recognition of where my deepest desires resided This what you want He asked Fuck me with your big white dick I replied His build was different solid slightly softened frame of a former athlete dad bod that felt substantial undeniably his cock was longer and thicker than my husband He put me on my back and inserted that glistening veiny white dick into me raw unrestrained he started destroying my pussy as I lay there verbally begging him to give me his cum Afterwards I could feel my pussy drenched cum pouring out my loose pussy getting my legs the cheap motel sheets getting damp beneath me I reflected I was just fucked by this complete stranger and I let him do it raw and cum in my pussy my breath coming in ragged gasps My head swam the reality of what I had just done struggling to believe I actually have a real life outside of this I reached with a trembling hand towards the floor for my phone my pussy is just making all kinds of wet gushy sounds from his cum with every move Then the finality of a soft click echoed in the small room The door had closed He was gone leaving me alone with the reverberations of our encounter and the stark reality of my choices