Page 5 of Enigma
Realizing just what her and that pussy was capable of sent me in to overdrive. Pandora’s box had been opened, and I was not closing it back. I planned to explore every wet, nasty, freaky inch of this woman. I’d tell my therapist, and we’d work through the guilt.
“I haven’t tasted or fucked you yet, and look at you squirting, get the fuck on my face, NOW,” I demanded as she lifted her dress over her head, peeled her drenched panties off, and prepared to mount my face.
Her body was truly a masterpiece, and I was now an art collector. She climbed on my face, and I wasted no time burying my tongue between her sticky folds. This woman tasted so fucking good, I couldn’t tongue fuck her fast enough to satisfy my need for her. I craned my neck just enough to slide my tongue up her ass to her asshole, which was also pretty, wet, and puckered up.
“CALEB!” She yelled in ecstasy.
“Caleb, what? Love.”
“Caleb, please! Oh my fucking God, baby please,” she begged as the nasty bitch I knew she was finally showed up and started riding my face like a fucking porn star.
Yanna was alternating between slow wining and twerking on my face as I felt precum oozing out the head of my dick while I managed to get my jeans and briefs down enough to free this mothafucka and stroke it.
I knew my release was near when I heard her demand, “Caleb, eat my fucking ass until we both come.”
I groaned in pleasure as she spread her ass, putting her asshole directly on my tongue, and began bouncing. I feasted on her back door until I felt my nut rush to the tip and stopped eating her long enough to tell her to come catch all my nut on that pretty little face. She leaned forward and jacked all my nut on her face while her pussy squirted and creamed all on my face and chest. As we both tried to catch ourbreath, I sat up, pulled her to me, making her straddle me, and I kissed her so nasty with my nut all on her lips and face, shocking the fuck outta her.
“Caleb, omg what the fuck did we just do?” She asked, her voice a mixture of panic and arousal.
“Love, you sitting in my lap with my nut all on your face while my dick is dying to invade your walls, tell me you want me inside you, NOW,” I demanded.
I expected her to hop up and go in the house, but instead she wiped my cum off her face with her dress, licking some off her fingers, and smeared the rest on her pussy as she lifted slightly and lined her dripping hole up with my erect dick and slid down to the base.
“I want you inside me, NOW,” she smirked as she looked me in my eyes.
She was looking at me like she knew she’d just made me her bitch, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to please her. I don’t know what we’d gotten ourselves into, but I refused to cower and run from it. My guilt said this was wrong, but my body and soul said this was right. I got lost in my thoughts as this beautiful ass woman was fucking the shit out of me. She grabbed my neck, squeezed, and made me look at her as she kissed me and told me to stay with her, as I felt her muscles clamping down on my dick as she removed me from her pussy, turned her back to me and lined my soaking wet dick up with her asshole and slowly pushed on to my dick until it was being choked by her, tight, warm, deep asshole. I’d never in my life been at the mercy of a woman sexually, and yet here was my deceased best friend’s wife giving me the best pleasure of my fucking life.
“Yannaaaa, baby, FUCK,” this woman had me fucking moaning like a lust sick puppy willing to do any fucking thing to stay buried deep inside her walls as she slid her ass up and down my dick. This nasty bitch sucked two of her fingers into her mouth and filled them with her saliva, and reached down while riding my dick with her asshole, rubbed them down my gooch to my asshole, and slid them in my asshole.
“Ohhhhhhh Yanna, baby, what the fuck are you doing to a nigga?” She didn’t respond but continued to work her fingers in and out of my ass as I worked my dick in and out of hers.
She was moaning and taking this dick, sliding her fingers out of my ass, she licked and sucked them, then slid them back in my ass and started hitting a nigga g-spot with no mercy.
“Baby, I’m cumming.” I barely croaked out, and she slid her fingers out of me again and shoved them in her mouth, sucking and licking them clean while I filled her asshole with every drop of cum I had.
The sensation of my nut filling her asshole up caused her dam to break because she screamed out, “YOU NASTY MOTHERFUCKA, I’M CUMMIN DADDY” and proceeded to squirt all over me.
Easing her asshole off my dick, she turned around and got on her hands and knees on the couch and told me to get back there and watch as she pushed my cum out of her asshole and rubbed it all over her pussy. Doing as I was told, I watched every drop be put to good use, then stood and yanked her head back and spit it in her mouth as I tongue kissed her passionately, with hearts in my eyes. I didn’t know much, but I knew if Yanna ever tried to revoke my privileges to this pussy, I would crash out in the most epic proportions. She was mine now, I just had to convince her we were allowed to move on and find love and happiness again, even with each other.
We Crossed The Line, Now What?
After Caleb and I had some of the best sex I’d ever had, I spent the next several days avoiding his calls and texts like he was carrying the bubonic plague. My guilt was taking me through a range of emotions, and I needed to sit with my therapist and work through them. On one hand, I felt as if our kids and families found out, they would banish us to the pits of disloyal hell, but on the other, I was smitten with this man, and we deserved to be happy and loved, even if that love seemed forbidden. Over the last week, I found myself questioning had I always been attracted to Caleb? I mean, sure, he was universally attractive and he was an NBA legend, so I’d seen him in the news, on TV, in magazines, and so on, but I’d never had sexual thoughts of him while Angel and Maria were living. Caleb was 6’5, 250lbs of muscular sexiness. His smooth, colored skin was covered in tattoos, and his sandy brown hair, which was kept in a dark Caesar with waves, always made the women swoon. Even at 42, his hairline was intact, his beard was starting to grey, giving silver fox energy, and his sense of style was impeccable. I often wondered how Maria handled all the attention he received from other women, but she was drop-dead gorgeous herself, making them one of the sexiest couples according to People magazine.
I smiled as I kept finding myself in a state of shock, knowing the type of freakiness looming behind those dark, penetrating eyes. After every good thought, I was zapped back to reality and ended up asking myself how or why I so easily gave this man that I used to call “bro” every hole I owned? And why did the thought of fucking him again and again until I couldn’t anymore keep crossing my mind? On several occasions, I found myself panicked at the thought of not having his friendship, his intimacy, his affection, and his dick. My doorbellsounded, and I assumed it was a package because I wasn’t expecting any company and the kids were away at school. Opening the door, I was shocked to find Caleb on the other side holding carry-out bags from my favorite seafood restaurant and my favorite bottle of wine.
“Caleb, what are you doing here?” I asked, feeling my body react to his presence as I licked my lips, looking over his appearance, appreciating everything I was seeing.
He was dressed casually in a Gucci sweatsuit, all white AF1s, the gold and diamond chains I loved to see dangling in my face whenever he slow stroked me in missionary, and his gold and diamond canines. He looked so damn good, but my God, he smelled fucking better, donning Dior Sauvage layered with Issey Miyake Bleu de’issey Pour Homme.
“Can I come in? I have dinner and wine,” he spoke nonchalantly as if I hadn’t been actively avoiding every attempt he made to reach me.
I stepped aside, letting him in, as I watched him walk to the kitchen and unpack the food, deciding to ask yet again, “Caleb, what are you doing here?”
“Yanna, don’t test me right now, because the way I’m feeling, I’ll yank them little ass biker shorts off you and spank your ass and pussy until you’re sore and squirting everywhere,” he spoke matter of factly and continued, “I have been calling and texting you for the last week and for some reason, some bizarre reason, the woman that I have talked to everyday for the last however many months, can no longer be reached after her pussy turned me every which way but fucking loose,” he stated in a growl biting his bottom lip after.
I tried biting back the giggle threatening to escape my lips, but I failed miserably as I began to crack up laughing at his dramatics. Caleb’s gaze shifted to me as I continued to laugh, and I started to feel self-conscious as he looked me over, standing in neon pink biker shorts and a sports bra, with my hair in a messy bun and my feet bare. I’d gone to the gym earlier in the day, hoping to work off this stubborn pudge I always hated but Angel loved.
“Stop fidgeting, Yanna, and come here, now,” He all but demanded. Making my way over to stand in front of him, I felt so vulnerable and needy.
