The view 👁 from the right

Tuesday at 11:18 PM

It was their honeymoon when we met. They seemed like a very happy couple as I glanced at them—joking around, laughing, definitely looking like the kind of couple that was going to last for years. I was just on vacation at a resort in Punta Cana, a beautiful island in the Dominican Republic. My wife and I approached them at the bar and we immediately clicked. We talked about goals, aspirations, and business ventures; it was a basic conversation, but with a lot of laughter and a lot of drinks.

As the night went on, the booze started to kick in. My wife was tired and went to the room to wait for me. I continued to "chop it up" with them until the bar was about to close. They invited me up to their luxury suite. It smelled like coconut and had a beautiful design. Her husband put on some music and opened a big bottle of wine. We continued the play. Eventually, he started dozing off. His wife picked him up and laid him in bed while I sat on the couch. I stepped away to the restroom, and when I came back, he was out cold.

She sat next to me on the table and we kept talking. Then some music came on and she started dancing, very upbeat and playfully. As the song ended, her spaghetti strap loosened and her B-cup breast fell out. I saw a beautiful pink areola and a perky nipple. She covered herself, acting embarrassed. I told her, "Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven't seen before," but she took offense. "You sure you have seen one like this before?" she asked, loosening the strap again.

She started a provocative striptease—biting her nails, moving her hips, letting me see her legs. She slowly approached me while I was in the chair. She placed her foot right in between my legs, near my crotch, and leaned toward my ear with both hands on my knees. She whispered, "You know he had a lot to drink... not even a train could wake him." Immediately, she turned around, sat on my lap, and moved toward my crotch. She grabbed my hand and pulled it inside her blouse to her breast, then pulled it straight down to her pussy. She was moist. I asked if she was sure; she just smiled, unzipped my pants, and started sucking my balls as I hardened. She put me entirely in her mouth, twirling her tongue around the head, going up and down the shaft. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock in deeper as she ***d.

She looked up and smiled, then stood up and took off her skirt. She was wearing a sexy thong. She lowered her panties all the way to the floor, picked them up, and threw them in my face. They didn't smell like perfume; they smelled like pure pussy. She backed up into me, and I slid my cock inside. It was so slippery and moist that I could see her fluids dripping down my shaft as she rode me. She was moaning loud—I asked her if she wanted to wake her husband, but she didn't care. She opened her legs, riding me while massaging my balls as I penetrated her. I grabbed her tight just to stop myself from cumming. She kept grinding.

She pulled out and led me to the bed where her husband was sleeping. He was on the right side, and we got on the left. His face was staring right in our direction, drooling—the view from the right was haunting. She laid down right next to him—so close he’d be able to smell the sex—and started kissing me passionately. She grabbed my cock and pulled me deep inside her. She didn't care her husband was next to her, or that I was a stranger. I realized then that the "perfect marriage" was a disguise; she wanted to be a slut, a cheater, and to do something as wrong as it gets.

I stood up and looked at her as I penetrated her deeply and sensually. I ran my hand up her chest to her neck and started squeezing. She started to gag and told me, "Don't stop... take it, take this pussy." She was pleading for me to squeeze harder and fuck her harder. She told me "no mercy" and admitted she was a slut.

I increased the pace, hitting it harder, choking her tighter, slapping her face and squeezing her ass. She begged, "Baby, cum, cum for me, please... Cum inside me. Breed inside me. I want to feel your cock pulsating inside my pussy. Please give it to me." I couldn't hold back anymore. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and ejaculated, filling her pussy up. I secreted every drop, every ounce of cum as my cock became harder and thickened. Her husband had the best view in the house of me cumming inside his wife.

The gamble was over. I pulled out, stood up, and saw the cum dripping out of her pussy. She told me, "You can go to your wife now. I’m sure she’s waiting." I put my clothes on, and she blew me a kiss. As I walked out the door, I noticed her getting right back under the covers, cuddling up to him. Their honeymoon continued as if they were that happy couple I first saw, but I knew what was really hidden behind the disguise. I went back to my room and laid next to my wife, unable to sleep, replaying every dirty detail.