Chapter 3: The massahe turns hot
Paula sat up off the massage table, her body moving as if drawn to him by some unseen force. She closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Carlton was taken by surprise, but his body reacted instantly, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. Their lips moved together, tongues clashing and twisting, a tangle of need and desire. Paula's hands moved to his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Carlton pulled back just enough to allow her to tug his shirt off, his muscles flexing and shifting beneath her touch.
Paula's breath hitched as his hands slid down her body, his palms flat against her stomach, his fingers tracing the line of her hipbones. She gasped as his hands moved lower, her body arching against the table as she anticipated his touch. And then, oh God, there it was—his fingers finding her married clit, slipping through her slick folds with ease. His touch was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that seemed to radiate through her entire body. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand, her body begging for more.
"Carlton," she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "That feels...that feels so good." She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, the raw, primal need that was pouring from her lips.
"Don't stop, Carlton. Please, don't stop." Paula's breath hitched as she felt Carlton's thumbs part her swollen lips, his fingers sliding through her wetness with ease. The sensations were overwhelming, the feel of his oil-slicked hands against her most intimate place both foreign and intoxicating. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch as he began to massage her clit in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just right, the rhythm perfect. She had never felt anything like this, never even imagined that she could.
Carlton's breath was ragged, his own arousal growing with each gasp that escaped Paula's lips. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her hips moving in time with his hands, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She leaned up, her lips finding his, her tongue darting out to meet his. The kiss was fierce, passionate, a tangle of desperate need and pent-up desire. His hands continued their work, his fingers slipping through her wetness, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate movements. Paula moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Their bodies moved in sync, their breaths mingling, their tongues twisting and tangling in a dance as old as time.
Carlton's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Paula's body respond to his touch. Her hips bucked against his hand, her moans growing louder, her grip on his shoulders tightening. He could feel her climax building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Sticking her tongue deep into his mouth, Paula moaned loudly as she came undone, her body convulsing with the strength of her orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Carlton held her close, his fingers still working her clit, drawing out every last drop of her pleasure. Paula's body went limp, her breathing slowing, her eyes fluttering closed. She was spent, her body completely satisfied in a way she had never experienced before.
Carlton looked down at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. He could see the satisfaction in her eyes, the contentment that radiated from her body. "You okay, baby girl?" he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. Paula gave a lazy nod, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Wow," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"That was...incredible."
Carlton chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through her. "I'm glad you think so. But we're not done yet, baby girl."
Paula's eyes widened in surprise. She had thought that her orgasm would be the end of it, that Carlton would roll off of her and she would be left to collect herself. But the look in his eyes told her otherwise. She felt a twinge of nerves, a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had never done this before, never been with anyone since meeting Dave.
The thought both thrilled and terrified her. She looked up at Carlton, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the soft light of the room. His dark skin seemed to shimmer in the half-light, his muscles shifting and flexing as he moved. She could see the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants, a clear indication of his desire. She shivered, her breath hitching in her throat. She wanted this. She wanted him.
"What do you want, baby girl?" Carlton asked, his voice a low growl.
He could see the mix of desire and apprehension in her eyes, and he wanted to put her at ease.
Paula hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew what she wanted, what she had been craving from the moment she laid eyes on Carlton. But the words seemed to stick in her throat, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear. She had never done this before, never been with anyone since Dave. The thought of engaging in such a raw, primal act with another man sent a shiver of both excitement and apprehension down her spine.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes meeting Carlton's. She wanted this, craved it even, but the reality of the situation was daunting. She had never done this before, never ventured outside the confines of her marriage. But her husband Dave had encouraged her, pushed her to explore her desires, and she could not deny the insistent throb between her legs that begged for release.
She took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke. “I want it.”
Carlton's eyes darkened with lust at her words, his breathing growing heavier.
He unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Paula's mouth went dry at the sight of his thick, hard black cock, standing proud and ready. She bit her lip, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She had never done this before, but the desire to taste him, to take him into her mouth, was overwhelming.
Her gaze was drawn inexorably to the object of her fascination, a cock unlike any she had seen before. It was a thing of raw, primal beauty, thick and long, the skin a deep, rich brown that seemed to shimmer in the dim light. She felt a strange, almost reverent awe wash over her, her eyes wide with wonder and a desire that was both primal and tender.
For the first time in nearly 10 years, Paula was about to touch another man besides her husband.
She stroked him slowly, her grip tightening as she explored his length. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and then, tentatively, she leaned forward, her married tongue darting out to lick the drop of pre-cum that glistened at the tip.
The salty, musky taste exploded on her tongue, and she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste of him. Carlton's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt her tongue against him. He reached down, his hands tangling in her black hair, guiding her. "That's it, baby girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Paula's married lips parted, a soft moan escaping as she reached out, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock. It was hot, the skin smooth and velvety beneath her touch.
She felt the thick vein that ran along the underside, her thumb tracing the path. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw the desire burning there. She wanted to please him, to make him feel what she was feeling.
She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed, her throat adjusting to the intrusion. She felt his hands in her hair, tangled and urgent, guiding her. She relaxed her throat and took more of him, her nose pressing against his stomach.
She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, the heat of his cock against her tongue. She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her lips tight around him. She could taste him, salty and musky, and she moaned around him, the vibration making him groan.
"Fuck, Paula. You're so good at this," Carlton said, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands tightened in her hair, his hips thrusting gently into her mouth.
Paula hummed her agreement, her mouth filled with his cock. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth.
Paula's lips worked with a rhythm that was becoming increasingly wet and sloppy, the sound of her mouth filling with the slick, warm saliva that was now dripping down her chin. The wetness was a stark contrast to the cool air of the dimly lit room, and it seemed to heighten Carlton's arousal. He could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the sensation of her tongue swirling around the sensitive head sending shivers down his spine. The sounds of her married mouth working, the wet smacking noises, were driving him wild. He loved the feeling of her lips stretching around his shaft, the way she moaned and gagged slightly as she took him deeper.
Yet, amidst the exquisite sensations that were coursing through her body, Paula found her thoughts drawn to another man entirely. Dave. Her husband, her partner, her confidant. She couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe she was on her knees, sucking another man's cock, while her husband was not so far away. The thought should have filled her with guilt, with shame, but instead, it only served to heighten her arousal, to make her feel even more alive, more connected to the moment.
Dave had always been supportive of her desires, had always encouraged her to explore the depths of her sexuality. He had known about her fantasies, about her craving for something different, something raw and primal. And so, he had given her this gift, this opportunity to be with another man, to experience something new.
And here she was, on her knees before Carlton, his thick cock stretching her married lips, his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down. Paula moaned around his cock, the vibration of the sound sending shivers down his spine.
The revelation that she was pleasuring another man, that she was cheating on her husband, should have filled her with guilt, with shame. But instead, it only served to heighten her arousal, to make her feel even more alive, more connected to the moment. She could feel the heat of Carlton's cock in her mouth, the taste of him filling her senses. She could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working, the smacking noises echoing in the otherwise quiet room.
Carlton's black cock was thick and hot in her mouth, filling her completely. She gagged slightly as she took him deeper, her nose pressing into his stomach. She hummed her pleasure, the vibrations sending shivers through him.
Having the length of his shaft buried deep in her throat, Paula's tongue swirled around the base, tasting the salt of his skin. She pulled back, her lips popping off with a wet smack. She looked up at him, her eyes watering from taking him so deep. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. Without hesitation, she slid her tongue down, licking the length of his cock, tasting every inch of him. She reached the base, her tongue flicking out to lick the smooth, hairless skin of his balls. She took one into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, her lips sucking gently.
At the same time, Carlton's big hands shifted from her hair, trailing down her body until they cupped her full, heavy breasts. Paula gasped around his cock, the sensation of his touch sending jolts of pleasure through her. Her nipples hardened instantly, , begging for his attention. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, his touch firm and sure.
She sucked his balls, her mouth working him, her tongue swirling. "That's it, baby girl," Carlton moaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking good at this. Take them both in your mouth."
Paula hesitated for a moment, her eyes fluttering closed as she considered the request. She had never done this before, never taken a man's balls into her mouth. But the thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, and she couldn't deny the desire to please him, to push her own boundaries. She opened her mouth wider, her lips parting to take both of his balls into her mouth. They were warm and smooth, the skin tight and delicate. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around them, her lips creating a gentle suction.
"Harder, baby girl," Carlton groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. "Suck me harder." Spurred on by his words, Paula increased the suction, her mouth moving faster, her tongue working harder. She could feel the tension in his body, could hear the desperation in his voice, and it turned her on even more. She wanted to make him come, wanted to feel his hot cum in her mouth.
As she increased the pressure, her cheeks hollowed out, her mouth working furiously on his balls. She took him deeper into her mouth, her nose pressing against his stomach. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She increased the suction, and as she did, her tits bounced, the motion of her head causing them to sway gently beneath her. Carlton watched, mesmerized, as her full, round breasts moved with each bob of her head, the sight of them almost as intoxicating as the feel of her mouth on his cock. He reached down, his hands cupping them, his thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples.
Paula moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She loved the sensation of his hands on her, the way he seemed to know exactly what she needed, exactly how to touch her. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching with desire. She wanted more, needed more.
She released his balls from her mouth with a wet pop, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock once more. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his, and he could see the desire, the need, the sheer hunger in her gaze. He knew she was close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her own orgasm. He could feel it, too, the tension coiling in his own body, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He was close, oh so close. He needed to come, needed to release all that tension, all that desire. He growled her name, a low, guttural sound that seemed to resonate through his entire body. "Paula, I'm gonna come," he rasped out, his voice thick with need.
He gripped her hair tighter, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her mouth with short, sharp strokes. Paula looked up at him, her eyes wide and eager, her lips wrapped tight around his cock. She wanted this, wanted to taste him, to feel him come in her mouth.
But Carlton had other plans. With a growl, he pulled his cock from her mouth, his hand wrapping around the base, stroking himself furiously. Paula gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she watched him, her eyes locked on his cock. She could see the veins pulsing, the head swollen and dark with need. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them, anticipating the taste of him. But Carlton had different plans. He looked down at her, his eyes raking over her body, lingering on her full, round breasts.
"I want to come on those tits, baby girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire. Paula's breath hitched, her eyes widening at his words. She had never even considered this. But the thought of Carlton's hot cum splashing onto her skin sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his, and she nodded, her body trembling with desire. "Yes, I want it too," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He moved quickly, his hand wrapping tightly around the base of his cock, stroking himself with fierce, deliberate movements. Paula watched, her eyes locked on his cock, her body aching with need. She could see the veins pulsing, the head swollen and dark with desire.
She positioned herself on her knees, her big tits heaving with anticipation. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Carlton moved closer, his cock in his hand, stroking it furiously. He could feel the pressure building, the need for release overwhelming. He looked down at Paula, her big tits waiting for him, beckoning him. He growled, "Fuck, Paula.
Your tits are fucking perfect." He took another step closer, his cock bobbing in front of her, and with a final stroke, he groaned, "Here it comes, baby girl."
Paula braced herself, her hands cupping her breasts, her fingers squeezing them together, holding them up for him. She watched, her eyes wide and filled with anticipation, as the first thick rope of cum erupted from the tip of his cock. It hit her chest with a splat, the warm, sticky liquid covering her skin, dripping down between her breasts. She gasped, the sensation of it hitting her skin sending shivers through her.
She could feel the warmth of it, the stickiness as it coated her skin, and she moaned, her fingers pressing her breasts together harder.
Carlton groaned, his cock twitching in his hand as he watched her. "Fuck, that's hot," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He stroked himself, his cock still hard and ready, as he watched her. "Here it comes, baby girl," he panted, his body tensing as the pleasure built. His cock jerked, and with a primitive groan, he shot his second load, the hot cum splashing onto her already slick chest, the warmth of it sending shockwaves through her. Paula gasped, her body shuddering at the sensation, her fingers continuing to rub his first offering into her skin, her nipples hardening further under his gaze.
Paula's eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and defiance as she gazed down at her dark brown, full breasts, now glistening with the remnants of their shared passion. The sight of the cum, a testament to their intimate encounter, seemed to ignite a fire within her, a primal heat that spoke to her deepest desires. She savored the sensation, the cool air against her heated skin, the sticky residue that clung to her nipples, a reminder of the raw, uninhibited act they had just shared.
The sight of Carlton's cum dripping down her chest, the feel of it on her skin, was too much to resist. She tentatively reached up, her fingers brushing against the warm, sticky fluid. She gasped at the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed as she rubbed her fingers together, coating them with his cum.
"That's it, baby girl," Carlton urged, his voice thick with desire. "Rub it in. Show me how much you love my cum."
Paula opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Carlton's as she began to trace her fingers across her skin, smearing his cum into her breasts.
She could feel the heat of the cum, the stickiness as it coated her skin, and she moaned, her hips bucking slightly as the sensation sent shivers through her. She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, her cum-slicked tits glistening in the dim light.
"Fuck, Paula," Carlton groaned, his gaze locked on her as she touched herself. "You're so fucking sexy." He stepped closer, his cock still hard and ready, the tip glistening with a fresh drop of pre-cum. He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers, helping her spread his cum over her skin.
"You look so fucking sexy covered in my cum, baby girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Paula's eyes met his, a mix of satisfaction and nervousness in her gaze. She leaned up, pressing her cum-slicked tits against his chest, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with the raw, primal energy of their encounter, a kiss that tasted of his cum and her desire.
She pulled back, her heart pounding in her chest, her body still aching with unspent need. "I should go," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to get back to Dave." Carlton's eyes darkened with desire, his hands reaching out to pull her closer, but she resisted, her body already moving away from him.
"Paula," he began, his voice a low growl, but she shook her head, her eyes meeting his.
"I need to go," she repeated, her voice firm. She knew she had to leave, had to get back to Dave before he realized she was gone. She turned away from Carlton, quickly dressing, pulling her blouse over her cum-covered breasts, hiding the evidence of their encounter. She tucked her hair back into place, her hands trembling slightly as she fastened her skirt. She felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach, a mix of excitement and guilt. She had never done anything like this before, had never explored her desires in such a raw, primal way. But she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her, the sense of alive that she felt. She turned back to Carlton, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I really needed that." Carlton gave a slow smile, his eyes softening as he looked at her.
"My pleasure, Paula. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, a gentle, tender touch that seemed to contradict the raw, primal nature of their encounter. Paula leaned into the touch, her eyes closing briefly, savoring the moment.
But the reality of her situation was pressing in, and with a sigh, she stepped away. "I should go," she said softly, casting one last glance at Carlton before turning away and quickly making her way to the door.
As she stepped out onto the bustling Florence streets, the cool night air hit her like a slap, bringing her back to reality. She took a deep breath, her heart still pounding in her chest, her body tingling with the remnants of her encounter with Carlton. She knew she should feel guilty, should feel ashamed for what she had done. But all she felt was alive, more alive than she had in years.
She hurried down the winding cobblestone streets, her mind racing. She couldn't believe she had done that, had sucked a man's cock, had let him cum on her tits.
The thought sent a shiver of excitement through her, but it was quickly followed by a pang of guilt. She hadn't even made it halfway home before her phone rang, jarring her from her thoughts. She fumbled in her purse, finally grasping the device just before it stopped ringing. She glanced at the screen, her heart sinking as she saw Dave's name flashing. She had left him alone at the home. And now, here she was, covered in another man's cum, her panties still wet and shoved in her purse. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for his call.
"Hey, Dave," she answered, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
"Hey, babe," he replied, his voice casual. "Just checking in.
You're still at the spa, right? You didn't fall asleep in one of those massage chairs, did you?" Dave asked, his voice filled with amusement.
Paula's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to his voice. She could almost see the smile on his face, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. She could almost feel the warmth of his body next to hers, the gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder. And then, she remembered where she was, what she had just done, and the guilt washed over her like a tidal wave.
She had let another man touch her, let him cum on her tits. She had sucked his cock and loved every fucking minute of it. She was a married woman, for fuck's sake. What the hell was she doing?
"Paula, you okay?" Dave asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm just...I'm just on my way back to the car. I'll be home soon, okay?"
She hurried down the street, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She couldn't believe she had just done that, couldn't believe she had let another man touch her, let him cum on her married tits, let him fuck her mouth with his thick black cock. The memory of it sent a shiver of excitement through her, but it was quickly followed by a pang of guilt.
She reached the car, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
She knew she should feel guilty, should feel ashamed for what she had done, but all she felt was a raw, primal desire that she couldn't ignore. She fumbled with the car keys, her hands shaking as she unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to calm herself. She couldn't believe what she had just done, what she had let Carlton do to her. She had cheated on her husband, had let another man cum on her tits, had sucked his cock and loved every fucking minute of it.
She couldn't go home like this, couldn't face Dave with the evidence of her infidelity still clinging to her skin. She needed to clean up, needed to wash away the remnants of her encounter with Carlton. She needed to feel clean, to feel like herself again.
She couldn't go home to Dave like this, smelling of sex and another man. She needed to wash away the evidence of her infidelity, to scrub away the lingering scent of Carlton's cum, now dried and tacky on her skin.
But as she reached for the bottle of wipes in her glove compartment, she hesitated. She had cheated on her husband, had let another man touch her, had sucked his cock and loved every fucking minute of it. And now, the thought of washing it away, of erasing the evidence of her transgression, felt almost like a betrayal of her own desires, of the raw, primal needs that had been awakened within her.
She looked down at her chest, her eyes tracing the dried, sticky paths of Carlton's cum that crisscrossed her skin. She felt a strange mix of emotions, a tangled web of guilt and excitement, shame and pride.
But as she sat there in the car, her heart pounding in her chest, she made a decision. This was Dave's fantasy, after all. He had encouraged her, pushed her to explore her desires, to experience something new. And now, she had done just that. She had let another man touch her, had let him cum on her tits, had sucked his cock and loved every fucking minute of it. She had cheated on her husband, had broken their sacred vows, but she had done it for him. For their love, for their marriage. And now, she was going to give him what he wanted. She was going to show him. She just hoped he understood, hoped he saw it the same way she did.
As she drove home, her mind raced with the possibilities. What if he didn't understand? What if he was disgusted, or angry?
What if he thought she was a slut, a whore for letting another man touch her, for letting him cum on her tits, for sucking his cock and loving every fucking minute of it?
Paula's heart pounded in her chest as she pulled into the driveway, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever was to come. She stepped out of the car, her body still aching with the lingering remnants of her encounter with Carlton.