The anticipation had been building for weeks. I'd been flirting with Mark online, just enough to spark his interest, and the thrill of sharing my plans with my husband, David, only intensified my desire. David, bless his soul, was… accommodating. He watched, his eyes wide, a mix of apprehension and arousal swirling within them, as Mark arrived.
We started with drinks, the air thick with unspoken desires. Mark, tall and muscular, kept glancing at me with barely-contained lust. My big tits strained against the fabric of my dress. David, sipping his beer, looked increasingly uncomfortable, a latina milf doing what she does best.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. "Mark," I said, my voice husky, "come upstairs with me." David swallowed hard but said nothing. In the bedroom, I wasted no time. I dropped to my knees, my lips already parting for him. His cock was thick and pulsing, eager for my attention. I took him deep, savoring his moans as I delivered a blowjob that promised more.
The moment he cumshot into my mouth, the release flooded me with a wild sense of power. I swallowed every drop, not breaking eye contact with David, who stood frozen in the doorway. Mark, still panting, looked at David, confused. "Now it's your turn," I whispered to my husband, beckoning him closer.
He hesitated for a moment, then approached. I pulled him down, guiding his cock to my face. This felt so wrong and incredibly right, so perverse. His cumshot exploded against my face along with Marks from moments before. I knew this was the start of a new chapter of our lives.
As the multiple cumshots dried on my face, I felt a surge of adrenaline, the exhilaration of pushing boundaries, of exploring the darkest corners of our desires. I knew, with a certainty that thrilled me, that this was just the beginning. David, my cuckold husband, watched as I smiled, a wicked glint in my eyes.
And Mark, an amateur, just the first of many to share my overflowing desire.
