Half of this story is true, so we wrote this together. We hope the second part cums true soon!
Part One: The Permission
The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of vanilla candles and the musk of arousal. Beth lay sprawled across the bed, her skin flushed, her breath coming in shallow hitches as Scott trailed his fingers down her inner thigh. She loved her husband, but lately, her mind had been drifting—specifically toward Erik.
Erik was the father of one of their daughter’s dance classmates. He was a towering presence, a redhead with an athletic build that seemed to be tightening and honing since his divorce. Every time she saw him at the studio, Beth felt a magnetic pull, a primal hunger for those broad shoulders and the way his jeans hugged his thighs.
As Scott leaned in to kiss her neck, Beth couldn't keep it in any longer. "Scott," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I have to tell you something. I... I have a huge crush on Erik."
Scott paused, pulling back to look at her. He didn't look angry; instead, a flicker of curiosity crossed his face. "Erik? The redhead?"
Beth nodded, her heart hammering against her ribs. "He's just... so fit. I can't stop thinking about him."
Scott chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He shifted his weight, pinning her legs open. "You know, it's only fair," he murmured. "I've had my list of movie stars—women you know I'll never actually meet. Consider this your turn. Erik is your hall pass, Beth. If you get the chance, I want you to take it. I want you to let him fuck you."
Beth gasped, the shock mixing with an explosion of lust. The permission was like a key turning in a lock. Scott’s eyes darkened as he reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a thick, silicone dildo.
"Since he's not here right now," Scott whispered, his voice dropping to a gritty command, "I want you to imagine it's him. Imagine Erik is standing right behind you, his big red-headed frame looming over you, ready to claim you."
Beth moaned, her hips arching instinctively. Scott flipped her over, pushing her chest down into the mattress and lifting her ass high. He applied a generous amount of lube and, with a firm thrust, slid the dildo deep into her tight asshole.
"Ah! God, Scott!" Beth cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets. The sensation of being stretched from behind was overwhelming.
"Imagine it's his cock, Beth," Scott hissed in her ear, his breath hot. "Imagine Erik is fucking your tight little ass, stretching you out while he watches your tits bounce. He wants to ruin you for anyone else."
The mental image of Erik—his athletic strength, his intensity—combined with the physical pressure in her rectum drove Beth into a frenzy. She was dripping wet, her pussy throbbing with a desperate need. Scott didn't make her wait. He positioned himself and drove his penis hard into her soaking wet pussy in one smooth motion.
Beth screamed into the pillow. She was completely filled. The dildo was plugging her ass, and Scott was hammering into her vagina. The dual pressure was an erotic overload; she felt stretched to her absolute limit, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure.
"You're so full," Scott groaned, picking up the pace. "You're taking it all. Just imagine Erik is the one filling you up, Beth. Imagine him cumming deep inside you."
Beth lost herself in the sensation, her thoughts a blur of Scott’s rhythm and Erik’s image, her body shaking with the intensity of being completely occupied.
Part Two: The Competition
The hotel pool area was humid, smelling of chlorine and luxury. Beth stood by the edge of the water, her eyes locked on the hot tub. There he was. Erik. He was leaning back against the concrete ledge, the water swirling around his chest. Even through the fabric of his bathing suit, the distinct, heavy imprint of his cock was visible. Beth felt a sudden, sharp ache between her legs; she wanted to drop to her knees right there and suck him dry.
Their daughters were chatting nearby. Beth stepped forward, a predatory smile on her lips. "Hey, girls," she called out. "Why don't you go find Sarah in her mom's room? I think they have those new dance games."
Once the girls had scurried off, Beth didn't hesitate. She stripped down to her bikini and slid into the bubbling heat of the hot tub, settling in close to Erik.
"Hey," she breathed, her skin tingling as the hot water hit her. "How's it going, Erik?"
"Good," he replied, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in Beth's chest. "Just trying to relax before the big show tomorrow."
Beth shifted closer, her thigh brushing against his. "I've been wondering... was your sex life good when you were married? Or was it more of a chore?"
Erik sighed, a look of frustration crossing his handsome face. "Honestly? It was stale. My ex-wife... she had a lot of rules. For one, she would never, ever give me anal. I’ve always wanted that, but she wouldn't budge."
Beth felt a surge of boldness. "That's a shame," she whispered, her voice dripping with suggestion. "I, on the other hand, love being filled up. I love the feeling of someone really taking control."
Under the cover of the churning bubbles, Beth let her hand "accidentally" drift. Her fingers grazed his thigh, then slid upward. Erik stiffened, his breath catching. He didn't pull away; instead, he leaned into her touch. Beth’s hand found the bulge in his suit, and she gripped him firmly.
He let out a low groan, his head hitting the back of the tub. Beth began to work her hand, sliding it inside the waistband of his suit to get a direct grip on his hot, hard cock. She pumped him rhythmically, feeling the strength of his erection.
Looking around, she realized the pool area was completely deserted. The timing was perfect.
Beth moved quickly, sliding her body up and straddling his lap. She guided his cock to her entrance and sank down onto him in one slow, agonizingly perfect motion. She let out a loud moan as he filled her completely, his athletic frame providing the perfect anchor.
"Oh god, Erik... you're so big," she gasped, beginning to ride him in a steady, grinding cowgirl rhythm.
Erik groaned, his hands reaching up to grab her breasts. He pulled her down, his mouth finding her nipples through the thin fabric of her bikini top, licking and sucking them hungrily. Beth arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut. The sensation of his cock sliding deep inside her while he devoured her breasts was intoxicating. She could feel every vein, every throb of his penis as she bounced on him, the hot tub bubbles massaging her skin.
As Erik reached his peak, he let out a guttural shout, thrusting upward one last time as he came violently inside her. Beth collapsed against his chest, panting, her heart racing. As she shifted to get off him, she noticed a few stinging scrapes on her knees and shins from the rough concrete seat of the tub.
"Ow," she winced. She looked at Erik with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think I need some first aid. Why don't we go to your room?"
The moment the hotel room door clicked shut, Beth didn't even let him speak. She dropped to her knees, her hands frantically pulling his clothes down. She wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him with a desperate intensity. She used her tongue to swirl around the head, taking as much of him as she could, wanting to taste him. Erik groaned, his hands gripping her hair as she worked him toward another climax. He shuddered, cumming heavily in her mouth, and Beth swallowed every drop, savoring the victory.
She stood up, wiping her mouth, a look of longing still in her eyes. "I have to get back to the kids," she said softly, "but... there's another competition next month."
Erik looked at her, breathless. "Yeah?"
"I want you to fuck my ass next time," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him. "I'll make sure we have a room."
As she walked back to her own room, Beth felt a thrill of anticipation. She knew she had to tell Scott. Not only because she loved their honesty, but because she wanted him involved. She planned to bring Scott to the next competition. He would be the one to watch the kids, ensuring they were far away while Erik claimed her backside in a hotel room. And the best part? Beth knew Scott would be waiting for her afterward, eager to fuck her pussy while it was still warm and filled with Erik’s cum.