Chapter 3: Chapter 3
"Come on, Natasha," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into something more comfortable."
Ella nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes, we should get you out of those wet clothes, my dear.
Come on, let's go upstairs and change."
Natasha nodded, her body still tingling from the intensity of Wesley's touch, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. She followed Ella as they ran upstairs, their feet padding softly on the plush carpet. They entered the guest bedroom, their laughter echoing through the halls as they quickly stripped off their wet swimsuits, their bodies glistening with sweat and their combined fluids.
Ella pulled on a silk robe, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched Natasha struggle to get into her clothes.
"Come on, girl," she teased, "we can't have Greg finding us like this. Although, I'm sure he'd enjoy the show." Natasha blushed, her hands fumbling with the zipper of her dress. "Shut up, Ella," she laughed, finally getting the dress on. They made their way downstairs, their laughter echoing through the grand foyer. As they rounded the corner, they found Greg standing at the entrance to the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, a mixture of concern and curiosity in his eyes. "There you are," he said, his voice laced with relief. "I was starting to worry about you two. And why are you both so wet?" His gaze flicked between them, taking in their disheveled appearances. Natasha hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to come up with a lie.
Ella, ever the quick thinker, stepped in to save the situation. "Oh, Greg, darling," she said, her voice filled with feigned innocence. "We were just showing Natasha this new hair shampoo I got. It's amazing, isn't it, Natasha?" She turned to Natasha, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Natasha, still flustered and disoriented, nodded lightly, her eyes darting between Greg and Ella.
"Yes, we were just testing out Ella's new shampoo," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Ella, taking the lead, looped her arm through Greg's and steered him towards the door. "Come on, Greg darling, we have someone we'd like you to meet."
Ella's voice was laced with a playful enthusiasm as she steered Greg towards Wesley, who was lounging on the patio, a glass of whiskey in hand. "Greg, this is Wesley, Wesley is Ella's husband," she said, making the introductions. Greg extended his hand, his polite smile hiding the hint of wariness in his eyes. Wesley stood up to meet him, his grip firm and confident. "Nice to meet you, Greg. Ella's told me a lot about you," Wesley said, his voice warm and inviting.
The two men exchanged a few polite pleasantries, Greg's initial hesitation slowly fading away. Just as the conversation was starting to flow, Ella suddenly interrupted. "Oh, Wes, darling, you have a call.
Why don't you go inside and take it? And Natasha, come with me. I want to show you something in the garden," Ella said, her voice filled with a playful enthusiasm. Wesley nodded, placing a hand on Natasha's lower back and steering her towards the house. "Showtime," he whispered softly in her ear, his breath tickling her neck. Natasha shivered slightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed Wesley inside. The cool air of the house was a contrast to the warm night, and she hugged herself slightly, her nipples hardening beneath her dress. Wesley noticed the movement and smirked, his hand trailing down her spine. "Cold?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Natasha bit her lip, nodding slightly. "A little," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wesley wasted no time. He spun her around, his hands finding the zipper of her dress in an instant. He tugged it down, the sound of metal teeth sliding apart echoing through the empty hall. Natasha gasped as the dress fell to the ground, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in just her lacy black bra and panties. She felt a rush of vulnerability, her heart pounding in her chest as she covered her breasts with her arms, self-consciousness warring with the heat of desire still coursing through her veins. Wesley's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze taking in every curve, every inch of exposed flesh. His breath hitched, his cock already throbbing in his pants, aching to be freed.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous, Natasha," he growled, his hands reaching out to grasp her hips, pulling her against him.
"Tell me how bad you want this dick," he told her as he stripped off his shirt, his muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. Natasha's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes wide as she took in his hard, chiseled body. She could feel the heat of him radiating off his skin, his muscles taut and ready for action. "I've never...
I've never been with anyone but Greg," Natasha whispered, her eyes downcast as she spoke, her fingers nervously playing with the clasp of her bra. Wesley paused, his hands still on her hips, his breath ragged. He looked into her eyes, his gaze softening as he saw the uncertainty and fear lurking there. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently against her cheeks. "Baby, I promise you, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. But right now, Greg is outside, and he's not going to be happy if he finds us like this." Natasha's eyes widened in realization, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the reality of their situation. She had been so caught up in the heat of the moment, so driven by the intense pleasure she had felt, that she had forgotten about her husband.
Now, as Wesley's words sunk in, she felt a rush of panic. She couldn't let Greg find them like this. She couldn't let him see her like this. She felt her hands go to his pants, undoing them with shaky fingers, pulling his briefs down. She grabbed his hardening cock, her grip firm and urgent. "I want this, Wesley," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I want this. But we can't let Greg find us." Wesley's breath hitched as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, his cock twitching in her grip. He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and focused. "Alright, baby," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "We'll be quick. We'll be quiet.
But I'm going to fuck you hard, Natasha."
Wesley's words sent a shiver down Natasha's spine, her body aching with anticipation and fear. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and desire. Wesley didn't wait for her response. He spun her around, his hands grasping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Natasha gasped as he ripped her thong off of her, the delicate fabric tearing easily under his strong grip. She stumbled slightly, her legs shaking as the reality of their situation hit her. Wesley pushed her gently, bending her over the back of the couch, her ass sticking out in the air. Natasha gasped, her hands gripping the cushions, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself.
Wesley's hands were rough, his grip firm as he positioned her just so. She felt him step closer, the heat of his body radiating against her back. Then, without warning, he slapped his meaty cock against her ass a few times, the firm smacks echoing through the empty hall. Natasha yelped, her body tensing at the sudden impact. Wesley chuckled, his voice low and dark. "You like that, don't you, baby? You like feeling my thick cock against your ass." Natasha whimpered, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure if she liked it, but her body certainly responded to it. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, her clit throbbing with need. Wesley slid his cock up and down her slit, teasing her, his thick shaft slick with precum.
"You want this, don't you, baby?" he growled, his voice low and husky in her ear. Natasha moaned as he pushed the head of his cock into her, stretching her wide open. "Oh, fuck!" Wesley groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to maintain control. "You're so tight, baby. So fucking tight."
Natasha's breath came in short gasps, her body tensing as Wesley slowly pushed deeper into her. She could feel every inch of him, filling her, stretching her. Her body was on fire, her pussy clamping down on his cock as he entered her deeper and deeper. "More," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Please, give me more." Wesley's movements faltered for a moment, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation of her tightness. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move with more force, his cock plunging deeper into her with each thrust. Natasha gasped as Wesley's cock hit her G-spot, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her hands gripped the cushions tighter, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself for the onslaught of sensations that overwhelmed her. Her pussy clamped down on Wesley's cock, her body aching with the need for more of him.
"Oh God, yes," she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty hall. Wesley chuckled, his movements becoming more aggressive as he chased his own pleasure.
"Come on, baby, give me more of that sweet pussy," he coaxed, his voice thick with lust. Natasha's body was on fire, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of Wesley's thrusts. Her tits bounced free from her bra, her nipples hard and aching as they brushed against the fabric of the couch. The couch creaked and groaned beneath them, the legs screeching against the hardwood floor as Wesley's powerful thrusts threatened to send them crashing to the ground.
Suddenly, Natasha's body convulsed as a powerful orgasm tore through her. She screamed, her voice echoing through the empty hall, a primal sound of pure ecstasy.
Wesley, hearing her cry out, slammed into her harder, his cock plunging deeper into her tight pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. Natasha's hands slipped on the cushions, her knuckles losing their grip as she struggled to keep her balance. The couch rocked beneath them, the legs scraping against the hardwood floor, threatening to give way under their wild thrusts. Wesley's breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat. He felt Natasha's pussy clenching around his cock, her muscles spasming as she came, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. He could feel her juices running down his shaft, coating his balls, and it sent him over the edge. He grunted, his hips stuttering as he felt the first pulse of his orgasm, his cock throbbing as he came deep inside her.
"Fuck!" he groaned, his body shuddering as he released what felt like his entire being into her. After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled out, his cock slick with their combined juices. Natasha felt empty inside without his cock in her, her body aching with the sudden absence. She could feel her own juices leaking out of her pussy, trickling down her thighs as she collapsed onto the couch, her body sated and spent.
Wesley stood over her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, his cock still twitching with the remnants of his orgasm. He looked down at Natasha, her body sprawled out on the couch, her hair disheveled, and her chest rising and falling rapidly. He felt a pang of satisfaction, knowing that he had given her something that she clearly enjoyed, something that her husband probably couldn't.
He bent down and kissed her lightly on the forehead, his cock still semi-hard. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "And don't you forget it." He stood up, chuckling to himself as he adjusted his pants. He gave her ass a playful slap before turning and walking out of the room, leaving Natasha alone with her thoughts.
Natasha sat up quickly, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to process what had just happened. She felt a rush of panic as she saw the puddle of their combined fluids on the couch cushion. What had she done? She had let another man fuck her, right under her husband's nose. She quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on the end table and cleaned herself up, her hands shaking slightly.
She stood up, her legs wobbly as she adjusted her bra and pulled her dress back up. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She stepped out onto the patio, where Greg and Ella were engaged in a lively conversation. Ella's eyes flicked to Natasha as she approached, a smirk playing on her lips. "There you are, darling," she purred. "I was just telling Greg how lovely you look in that dress. Isn't she the prettiest thing, Greg?" She batted her eyelashes at him, her voice dripping with honey. Greg smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at Natasha. "She is indeed, Ella. You're looking radiant, Natasha." Natasha felt a flush creep up her cheeks, her stomach churning with a mix of guilt and excitement.