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I grabbed the buzzing phone off the nightstand.  “You’re not going to answer that, are you?” Sarah asked.She was on her back in my bed.  Her thick thighs were spread wide exposing her fat pink pussy lips.  She was still trembling from the orgasm I’d given her with my tongue.  “Of course not,” I told her.I glanced at the phone.  Stela was trying to send a video call.  Her flight left in a couple of hours.  She was in the bathroom of her beach house wearing nothing but a towel.  “I need you to fuck me one more time,” Sarah pleaded.  “I have to go home and get ready for work soon.”“I wouldn’t dream of letting you down,” I answered.  “It’s Stela.  Want to show her what we are up to?”Sarah crossed her arms over her big tits. She made a pouty face.  “You’re not going to post it online, are you?”“I would never do that.”“I can trust you?” Sarah asked.“Yes.  I promise.”  “Ok,” she said.She uncovered her big tits and flashed her beautiful grin.  Her sexy dark hair with its fiery red streaks was splayed out on the white pillowcase.  She knew how to be sexy.“Act like she’s not even there,” I told Sarah.I let the video call connect.  I put the camera on Sarah’s smiling face.“Is that Sarah?” Stela asked.  “She’s still there?”Stela and I had met Sarah the previous day.  We’d been looking to meet a woman for no strings fun on a hookup app.  It was Stela’s first threesome.  It was also her first sexual experience with another woman.  The three of us had taken turns pleasing one another.  Afterward, Sarah fell asleep in my bed and Stela had to go back to her place and her sleeping husband. I didn’t acknowledge Stela’s question on the phone.  I just panned the camera down Sarah’s voluptuous body.  She had big, perky young tits, a soft belly, the olive-toned skin shared by most Mediterranean women.  “Can you hear me?” Stela asked.Instead of answering, I moved the camera up and down, as if shaking my head.Then I focused on Sarah’s pussy.  I rubbed it with the tip of my fat cock.  She moaned with pleasure.“Yes, daddy,” Sarah moaned. “I need it.”“This cock is all yours right now, Sarah,” I said.I glanced at the camera.  Stela was frowning.  Her eyes had gotten big. I split Sarah’s pussy lips open with my cock.  I got the camera nice and close. I slid into her pussy without a condom.  She moaned.“Are you trying to make me jealous?” Stela said. “It’s working.  I wish that was me.”I brought my cock out slowly.  I kept the camera close so Stela could see my shaft glistening with Sarah’s juices.“I want to fuck you nice and hard,” I told Sarah.“Yes, daddy.”I pulled the camera back so her face and torso were in view.  I panned up and down so Stela could see everything.  Sarah smiled and closed her eyes.  She teased her nipples.“I want to make those big, sexy titties bounce.”“Yes, daddy,” Sarah said.  “Fuck me rough.  Use me like a dumb slut.”I drove my cock into her.  Her big tits bounced.“You güvenilir bahis like my titties, daddy?” Sarah asked.She cupped one in her hand and lifted it toward her mouth.  Her tongue snaked out and flicked her own nipple.“I love your tits,” I told her.  “I love your smile.  I love how wet your young pussy gets.”“I don’t know if I should be annoyed or turned on,” Stela said.  “I’m a little of both.”She propped her phone up at the base of the tub.  Then she stepped back and dropped her towel.  Her tight, fit body and small perky tits were a sharp contrast to Sarah’s curvy figure.I fucked Sarah harder.  I knew held the camera so Stela could see Sarah’s big tits bounce with each thrust.Stela responded by sitting in front of the camera.  She spread her legs apart to show off her tight little pussy.  She rubbed her clit.“I bet I can cum first,” Stela said.I didn’t doubt her words.  Stela could get very aroused quickly and cum often.  She rubbed her pussy for the camera.  She bit her lip.“I wish you were here fucking me,” she said.  “My pussy needs you.”I responded by fucking Sarah harder.“Yes,” she grunted.  “Fuck me like that.” It was hard to hold the camera steady.  Sarah’s sexy curves were a turn on.  She moaned and writhed in the sheets.  Stela started whimpering.  She rubbed her pussy frantically.  I couldn’t bother with the camera anymore.  I put my phone on the bed next to Sarah and switched to the reverse camera so all Stela could see is my sweaty torso as I fucked Sarah.My eyes went back and forth between the women.  Stela rubbed her pussy and whimpered quietly.  Sarah was loud and vocal taking my hard cock.Stela was true to her word.  I recognized the signs of her pending orgasm.  She bit her lips to keep quiet.  She let out a high pitched whine through clenched teeth.  Her sexy little body trembled on the camera.  I fucked Sarah as hard as I could.  As attractive as she was, I wanted to be in Stela.  I pounded Sarah’s pussy.  Her tits bounced wildly.“Fuck.  I’m going to cum,” she said.Sarah was a sexy screamer.  Stela sat catching her breath and listened to the other woman cum through the phone.  I pulled my cock out and picked up the phone.  I switched the camera back to focus on Sarah’s torso.“You want this hot load don’t you?” I askedShe nodded. “Yes.  Give it to me.”I stroked my glistening wet cock rapidly.  I grunted.  My cum shot out all over Sarah’s big tits and face.  Stela watched it all.I turned the camera back to my face, smiled at Stela, then disconnected.  I’d never said a word to her.Sarah took a quick shower and rushed home to get ready for work.  I took my time cleaning up and getting dressed.  Then I packed my things and headed to the airport.I’d neglected to tell Stela that we were on the same flight.  Days earlier she’d tortured me as I sat in the airport by calling and masturbating when I couldn’t play along.  It was my turn to güvenilir bahis siteleri push her buttons.Her husband knew I existed.  She’d been given permission to meet me in public and to spend the night with me.  He didn’t know what I looked like, though.  He didn’t want to see my profile or face picture. He just wanted a picture of my hand spreading his wife’s thigh and touching her tits.  He also didn’t know that I’d followed them on their vacation at his wife’s invitation and the two of us had been meeting to fuck after he went to sleep.I spotted Stela and her family before she saw me in the waiting area. She was sitting with her children, husband, and parents.  I sat down a safe distance away from them and opened my laptop to do some work.  Several minutes passed before my phone buzzed.“What are you doing?” she wrote.I glanced across the waiting area. She was staring at me.  “Just waiting for my flight,” I wrote back.  “You look amazing, as always.”She was dressed like every other traveling mom in black yoga pants and a white t-shirt over and a light gray warm-up jacket.  Her hair was pulled back under a cap.  “I do not,” she wrote back. “You didn’t tell me you were on the same flight.”“You do,” I said honestly. “Just pretend I’m not here.”Her family took up six of the eight seats in first class when we boarded.  I was in a front-row window seat next to a random business traveler.  I never looked back the entire time. I didn’t put my phone on WiFi so Stela couldn’t message me.  At some point, she came forward to the first-class lavatory.  I looked up, smiled politely, then looked away.  When we got home I quickly got off the plane and never looked back.  My phone buzzed repeatedly with texts that I ignored.I didn’t answer until much later in the day when she called.  She was sitting alone in the driver’s seat of her car.“I’m going out to pick up some groceries,” she said. “You’re driving me crazy today.  I think you’re doing it on purpose.”“Maybe so,” I responded with a smirk.“First you made me watch you fuck another woman.  And I ended up touching myself while you did it.”“I didn’t make you do anything.  You called me. You could have disconnected.”“I couldn’t,” she said.  “I was jealous and wet and I had to see what happened.”“That was your choice.”“Then you show up at the airport when I’m with my family.  You ignore me.  My heart is racing the whole time thinking that I’m going to give something away.  And my panties were drenched from the thrill of maybe being caught. I wanted to slap you and then fuck you.”“So you’re glad I did it?”“I don’t know!” she said. “I’ve never had a man take control the way you do and ignore what I care about.  And then you ignored all my texts.”“I was waiting for you to call.”“When can I see you?” she asked.  “I have to see you again.”“Off the books?  Or for our last date?”She paused.“I can’t keep doing it off iddaa siteleri the books,” she said. “It has to be the last time.  I’m supposed to be a hotwife.  That was the compromise I made with my husband.  I have to follow his rules.  I can’t have another affair.”“You’ve been breaking the rules all week.”“I know,” she said.  “Maybe just bending them.”“You broke them.”“You’re right,” she said.  “I enjoyed myself.  I enjoyed being with you.  It was a vacation.  It was fun.  We can’t keep going, though.  He would be so upset if he found out.  I’ll get emotionally involved.  You have to let me go.”“So the next time is our last night together?” I asked.“Yes,” she said.“In that case,” I responded.  “I don’t want to rush into it.  I want it to be special.  I think we should wait until next weekend.”“That’s five days away!”“Six, actually,” I responded.  “I was thinking of Saturday.”Stela was speechless for once.“I don’t want to wait,” she said.“I don’t want it to be our last night together.”“You’re cruel,” she said.  “You’re cruel.  You have to let me go.”“Then I want it to be special.  You’ll have to wait until next Saturday.  Tell your husband you won’t be home until the next morning.”I disconnected before she could say anything else.  I was playing a game that I was certain I wouldn’t lose.  Stela might be annoyed, but she wasn’t going to pass up seeing me one last time.  I was the only man who’d ever fulfilled her sexual desires.  Worst case, we would spend one last amazing night together and go our separate ways.  I’d move on to someone else and she’d go back to being an unsatisfied wife looking for fun outside her marriage and coming up.Stela had been drawn to me because she wanted a dominant man.  She wanted to be desired and she wanted to be controlled.  I wanted to break her will. I wanted her to disregard the rules. Gorgeous hotwives who are just starting to explore their sexuality are a rare breed.  Stela was more than just a fling.  There was room for intimacy to grow. I wanted her to realize how much she needed it.She spent the entire week trying to lure me into a video call or at least dirty texts.  She sent pictures of her gorgeous body in lingerie.  She told me she needed me and couldn’t stop thinking about my cock. I was polite but refused to engage.  Each time I told her I was looking forward to our last night together on Saturday.By Thursday she was offering another off the books rendezvous that her husband didn’t need to know about.“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I wrote back.  I sent another text telling her where we should meet on Saturday evening.“Where a skirt and a nice blouse,” I told her.  “NO bra.”She tried to get more details and I ignored her.  Then she tried to be bratty in order to get my attention. I didn’t give in.  Stela was used to getting her way. In the past, I’d allowed her little moments of control to avoid pushing her away. I wouldn’t give in again.  Her texts vacillated wildly from angry to apologetic to desperate, but on Saturday she was well-behaved and just eager to be together.She met me at my house, as instructed.  I was waiting out front.  I met her at her car.

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