“Aren’t you going to put that in your mouth?”
I shake my head in victory. No. I’m not, Don Torres. Because in 30 seconds the entire sky behind your hacienda is going to light up with helicopters and you will be in custody. No more cartel. No more smuggling. You’re done.
“Well, you better do something. I’ve missed you these past few weeks.”
Slow and steady. Not escalating too quickly. I should be hearing the blades of the helicopters now chopping the air. There’s no way I’m letting the guys at the agency see me with Don Torres in my mouth. Besides, I need to be careful. Torres is likely not going to go quietly. He can’t suspect that I’m not his wife.
“Look — I know you think this is cute, but I need your mouth.”
Just then Don Torres takes my hair in his fist and invites me closer. Oh, God. None of the fellas are going to let me live this down.
Concentrate. Don’t look flustered. You’re doing this for your country.
“That’s an improvement. I’ve missed your lips, honey. . . and your raven hair. It’s long. Do you like it long.”
I mutter and mmhmm over his cock. God, he’s dripping. I can taste his precum on the back of tongue. It’s salty, yet sweet. My nostrils flare up a bit at its introduction.
He’s hard. I can feel him on the underside of my tongue. And a tightness in the crotch of my bikini bottoms.
Where is the task force? They’re late. They’re fucking late.
“Take me deep and let me tell you about today.”
Oh god, he’s holding me down. Oh fuck, I can feel him poking in my throat.
Fuck, don’t gag. Act natural. His wife probably does this all the time. God he’s so hard. Does she really sit on his cock? I’m so tight, how would I — I mean: she — manage that?
“The guys were all a tizzy when I woke up today. It seems like there were big plans for today.”
Big plans . . . ?
“Big plans, some big extravaganza. People visiting.”
“MMfff. Mmmmf.”
“I told them to cancel everything.”
Oh fuck. Is he talking about the raid?
“I told them I wanted to be with my wife. That she needed it. I haven’t been the most attentive since we started running to Miami. I told em’ she will want to spend all day with my little friend.”
Fuck.
He uses my mouth silently. Never breaking eye contact. I lock my eyes to his. I don’t know what to do. My ears ache in desperation of any sound, any interruption. Does he know about the raid? Did the agency change their mind?
He smiles softly.
“I told the boys to move to the outermost checkpoints. They’re holding the widest perimeter.”
Mmmmf.
“There’s no one around for 2 miles in any direction. We’re alone. Just like our honeymoon.”
Mmmmfff!
“All weekend.”
Maybe I got the time wrong. Were they coming yesterday?
All I know is his tongue feels incredible on my nipple. My bikini bottoms cling snuggly to my sex. This is making me wet. Oh, god, why is it making me wet.
I can still taste his cock in my mouth. I blush to admit that it wasn’t so bad. Perhaps Mrs. Torres is bound to Don’s pheromones. That would make sense. They did seem close in the dossier.
Oh, god. His pleading, prying, and invading tongue. Mmm, the perfect attention on my clit. God, I remember my cock condensing into his wife’s little nub. I wanted to touch it. I have in the bath, but nothing felt this good.
Oh, fuck — he knows every trick doesn’t he. He knows this body better than I do. Fuck if he keeps doing this I’m going to come.
“You’ve seemed distant lately, baby. Time to wake up.”
Oh no. He sprung it on me when I wasn’t paying attention.
Fuck, he’s spreading me wide. Splitting me down the middle. A hard reality, throbbing between my thighs. Encroaching.
No! Please. . . please. . . that’s feeling too good.
“You’re tight honey. Swollen. You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you.”
I had seen it snaking in his briefs when we woke in the morning. I had added a finger in the bath, trying to fathom his girth. But no. . . that was the most of my explorations. . .
“My wife looks surprised.”
I’m heating up.
He changes his thrusts. Shifts his angle. He pistons inside of me and makes me heat up.
“My wife should ask herself. What does she want?”
My thighs spread on their own. I’m receptive to it. Maybe this is part of the sting operation. Maybe I should stay in character until they arrive.
But then I see far off in the distance smoke rising up from the jungle. I’ve seen smoke like that before. A downed helicopter in Afghanistan. More spinding trails of smoke join the first as he thrusts.
Oh fuck. . . they’re not coming.
They’re not coming. They’re not coming.
Oh, fuck, we’re here alone — and they aren’t coming.
“That looks like the wife I know. You like rubbing your clit when I’m inside of you, don’t you?”
Mmm, I do. It’s hard to hide. I do like it. I love it.
My orgasm sneaks up on me.
No one's watching. I give into it completely.
Blissful. Enveloping. Passionate.
His cock still moving, impossibly hot within me, throbbing and real.
I clutch Don’s strong arm and hold on, high and alive.
Reluctant by that being fucked by his thick black cock hits the spot.
He’s strong. A force.
He recovers quickly. And then he falls on me again.
I think about my fiance. She would love being fucked like this. Thinking about her makes me wrap my legs around him.
Mine.
It’s hard to say no to such enthusiasm.
His enthusiasm engenders enthusiasm within me.
I'm lost and in love. There's too much I want to try. And he's willing.
Evening is falling. I was supposed to be debriefing at HQ about now. The fires burn in the distance.
It’s getting late. I’m hungry.
Don said there’s no one for two miles. I should probably cook dinner for us.
Maybe champagne.
Otherwise, I’m not tired. He did say we had all weekend together.
I’m not thinking about my company or the wreckage out there in the distance. I’m thinking about this lovely property, and how Torres cock wrecks my psyche.
I’m thinking with my pussy.
My husband makes my nipples feel electric.
He’s a passionate lover. Considerate. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked so well. Taken. Met with force and appetite.
He enjoys my body. And it makes me enjoy his.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I was such a tease by the pool.
If I knew how good you tasted, how wonderful you felt in my mouth, how wide you make me open my jaw to receive you, I wouldn’t have fucked around.
The only thing better than the sting operation being intercepted would have been for the guys to appear over the treeline, and see me going down on my husband unabashedly.
God, from what I know now, he’s probably pick up a rocket launcher and take a heli out while I sucked him off.
That’s fucking hot.
I'm his wife.
I want to be useful.
And I want to be used.
I hop on and ride like a good little wife.
It’s the least I can do.
This is my awakening.
This is my place.
I can relax with him.
I don’t have to be fake. Or tease.
I can sit back and let him enjoy me.
God I love him. God I love his cock.
I hold on. Suddenly a jolt.
I feel him pump in my hands.
I feel his cock pulse back and a gunshot of heat pointblank against my cervix.
Then another.
I squirm and moan.
Yes.
It’s Saturday night and we have the rest of the weekend to load my womb up.
I know he has important business. But for now — our honeymoon.
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