Brad seemed to be enjoying it too, now lifting my legs and pumping hard, with his heavy balls slapping my ass. Between the drinks, the joint, and the pleasure I was experiencing, I was in another world. Brad continued to plow my pussy, and the upward curve of his cock would hit me in just the right spot on every stroke. I could tell he was getting ready to bust based on his facial expression and he pushed hard and I felt a tremendous release from inside of me. Brad was shooting his cum all over my insides and I couldn’t be happier. I am not sure what had become of me, but I truly was in heaven. As he pulled out of my pussy, I heard a loud plop from the suction of his cockhead in my pussy. He just rolled over and we just laid there in silence, covered in sweat and cum.
Brad got up and wiped himself off and threw me a towel. As his cock swung extremely large, it was almost hypnotizing. I quickly snapped out of it and cleaned myself up. I tossed on my sundress and looked back at Brad, who was still naked. “Not a person knows about this, do you hear me?” I reminded him.
He looked back at me and smiled, “Of course not.”
I shot him a wink, said goodnight, and saw myself out. I walked back to my house and directly into my shower, as much as I wanted to just fall asleep. I felt like the least I could do is shower off the sex and get into the bed, that I share with my husband, clean. I showered and then fell asleep quickly, completely tired out from a crazy night.
When I woke up the next morning, I could still feel my pussy pulsing. The feeling from the night before just didn’t go away and it was very tender to the touch. As I laid in bed, I thought about a lot, now that I was sober with a slight hangover. I wondered if I would ever be the same again down there? I also decided that I was going to act like it was a tame night over at Brad’s when Mike asks me when he gets home later tonight. I’ve never cheated on him, or anyone for that matter, so I don’t think he will suspect anything. As I was scrolling on my phone, I see a message notification pop up from Brad. I quickly open and greeted with a picture of his hard, fat cock, with his hand at the base. Following, his text said “I know you’ve probably been thinking about this. Thanks for last night.”
Completely in shock that I just got a picture of the cock that was impaling me just hours earlier, I quickly changed his name in my phone and hid the picture. I texted him back with a simple, “so good.” I then deleted the text and decided to start my day.