Chapter 3

Two weeks had passed and Patrice felt bad about cheating on her husband. What started as an innocent game, turned into her being a cheating wife and that’s not something she wanted to be. She decided to take control of the sex. Maybe if she showed her husband some of the stuff she learned, he’d get better and she could stop thinking about other men’s cocks.

One Friday night, she had it planned, her husband came home from work, she prepared a nice meal. They had dinner and wine. Afterward, she walked over to where he sat and rubbed his cock, “honey what are you doing?” he asked.

“Let me see you.”

“We can do this in the bedroom.”

“Or we can do it here, it’s just us.”

She undid his pants and held his cock and as she went to put her mouth on it, “Patrice!” he shouted causing her to jump. “What on earth is wrong with you?” he asked.

Her husband was very old school. He believed in basic sex. None of that wild heathen stuff people were doing. “We can go into the bedroom and have normal sex, but not this foolishness.” He stood and adjusted his pants before leaving the table angrily.

Later that night, he held her hands and prayed over her, “Lord, help my wife as she struggles with sinful thoughts and acts. Return her to the wholesome woman I married.”

She lied down and he eased himself on top of her, pushed his cock into her pussy. She closed her eyes. He thrust fast and grunted loudly. She was determined to not go to bed without having a proper orgasm. She placed her fingers on her clit and stroked fast, as he humped her and she threw her hips forward.

“Patrice, Patrice,” he called her name, but her eyes remained close. He had already finished inside of her, but she squeezed his cock in her pussy and stroked her clit until she let out a good moan, “Oh god, thank you!”

He rolled off, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”

“Nothing,” she replied plainly. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. And as always, when she returned, he was already fast asleep.

The next morning as they were in the kitchen preparing for their days, “I don’t know what that was last night, but you can’t behave in that manner.”

She nodded, “Yes dear.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek before leaving for work.

After the door closed, she pouted. Why was wanting to have an orgasm bad? He certainly wanted to have one and he did every time. She was the one being neglected. What if the situation was reversed, surely, he’d say something?

She grabbed her lunch bag and left for work. As Patrice drove, she saw a new community of houses being constructed. She planned to go look at the houses after work. It was one of her favorite hobbies. So, after work, she did.

It was in the beginning stages; therefore, no homes were completed, but one was mostly done. She pulled up behind a white van that was parked in front and ventured to the home.

She turned the knob, the door opened and she saw the beautiful foyer with hardwood floors, the staircase that led to a gorgeous landing. The house still smelled like paint, but it was almost done, only a few finishing touches needed to be done. As she walked into the main bedroom on the first floor, she saw a man there working in the bathroom.

He was Latin, had this dreamy brown color with jet-black hair, she spoke, “Hello, I was just looking around.”

He smiled, “It’s okay senora.”

This made her feel comfortable. The man looked at Patrice as she stood in there wearing a pretty white dress that flowed out at the waist. She was mostly prim and proper. “You look very pretty,” he said.

This made Patrice blush. She appreciated compliments, “Thank you,” she replied.

“Feel free to look around, I’ll be here for another two hours or so before I have to lock up.” He watched as she approached him. She stood in front of him and her urge compelled her, “I want to touch you.”

His eyes widened, “Perdon?”

She touched his crotch and smiled sweetly. How could he say no to a beautiful woman, but what if he was being set up, he hesitated, “We can’t—”

“I’m sorry, sometimes my urges get the better of me. I’ll leave now.”

She turned to leave, but he reached for her, “Wait.” He looked at the gorgeous woman, “I’m Carlos.” He held her hips as they stood by the sink.

“I’m Patrice. I shouldn’t have done that. I better go before I do something.”

He smiled, “So you want to see me?” he asked. Carlos was a handsome man; he spent a lot of time working so he didn’t have time for a serious relationship. His last sexual encounter had been nearly four months ago. And this beautiful sweet-faced woman was asking to see his cock.

He undid his pants as she watched. When she saw it, she smiled. It poked out and curved upward sort of like a banana. She touched it. Held it with her left hand and admired it as her right hand examined it.

She had seen pictures of the curvy ones and wondered what they felt like. She had to know. She massaged his cock in her hand. Carlos started to breathe heavily. He leaned in and kissed her lips and then looked into her eyes as his heart rate increased, as she stroked his cock with such care.

He pulled down the straps of her dress and played with her tits. He squeezed them together and licked her nipples before he sucked them. “I like that,” she said sweetly.

Carlos could not take it any longer. He kneeled, lifted her dress, and pulled off her panties. Her foot stepped out of one side as he spread her legs open and got in position.

Her head rested back on the wall. Carlos lapped up her juices as she ran her fingers through his hair. The room echoed with the sounds of her sweet moans and Carlos’s lips smacking as he French kissed her pussy.

She flinched, “Shit!” She placed her hand over her mouth. She didn’t use that kind of language, “I’m so sorry.”

He stood and smiled, “You don’t have to apologize, I like all the dirty words.” He lifted her right leg and pressed his curvy cock into her pussy. Her mouth opened as she received him.

“Say fuck,” he said.

“Fuck,” she responded.

He bit his lips and pounded her pussy relentlessly. She held onto his arms. He looked at her pretty face and saw how she enjoyed his cock moving inside of her. She looked down; her pussy was creaming on his cock. He smiled at the sight of it. He knew he was giving her pussy an excellent stroking.

“Oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck,” she exclaimed. Her pussy had contracted several times on his cock and he was still pounding away.

“Yes mami, si, mami, fuck mami,” he uttered. He slowed and pushed all the way in and paused as his lips touched hers. Their tongues danced around each other’s mouths. It felt passionate and sexy.

She longed to share those kinds of kisses with her husband, but he didn’t like that kind of stuff. He was very basic in his lovemaking.

Patrice let out a loud moan as Carlos tightened his grip and pumped her cunt with his warm cum. They stayed in that hold for several seconds before he pulled out.

His cum oozed out. She quickly cleaned herself in the bathroom. She looked at him sweetly, “Thank you, Carlos. This was nice.”

He smiled, “I’ll be here the rest of the week. Feel free to stop by.”

She smiled, kissed his cheek, and left.

Patrice sat on the sofa with her husband. He was deeply engrossed in the news. She was not interested. She stood, “I’ll be in my office.”

He nodded.

As Patrice walked to her office she thought, is something wrong with me? She loved her husband, but she also loved fucking other men. She could not stop thinking about how Carlos had rocked her kitty earlier and she desperately wanted another session.

She closed the office door and sat at her desk and looked at videos of women being fucked good by men. The women all looked so happy. The way they moaned and all the positions they were able to do. She touched herself as she watched.

Her finger circled her swollen clit for several moments before she slipped her fingers inside and began to hump her fingers. When her body quaked, she let out a sweet moan as she gasped. She turned off her computer and headed to bed.

Like clockwork, her husband eased close to her and talked about things he had seen on the news while poking his cock at her ass. It was the least sexy thing. She wanted him to talk dirty. Say things like, “Let me put my face in your pussy,” or “Suck my cock baby,” or “ride my dick.” Yet, his pillow talk often revolved around situations so far from sex, her pussy would not even have the slightest amount of moisture when he went to penetrate.

He was on top of her thrusting away, grunting. She squeezed her walls on his cock to try and have an orgasm because she knew it would be over soon. He stroked fast and flinched, “Aghhhh,” he said as he rolled off.

She looked up at the ceiling, frustrated, “I didn’t have an orgasm,” she said.

He looked over at her, “what?”

“I didn’t cum.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say. Why didn’t you?”

She sighed, “You have to take your time or maybe try those pills.”

He looked appalled, “Are you saying this is my fault?”

“I’m not blaming you-”

“Sounds like you are. You know, we never had these issues before. I don’t know what’s wrong with you.” He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

She lay there with her cunt wet with his fluid. Her pussy was still hungry for cock. When he returned, he crawled into bed and went to sleep. Her eyes watered. Maybe I’m the problem, she thought.

The next morning after breakfast was over, she overheard her husband on the phone speaking, “Yes. Pastor, I don’t know what the problem is. Can you squeeze us in this Sunday after church, thanks?”

“What was that about?” she asked.