I've never regretted it so much
If you already know me, you'll know that I have a problem when I'm ovulating, my uterus desperately craves semen. Lately, it’s become a problem because my husband has to travel for work right during those days, so I’m left alone at home with my womb on fire. Although I decided I couldn’t handle my uterus’s craving for semen, so I hook up with whatever guy crosses my path during those days, I promised myself I’d only do that if my husband wasn’t in town. I’m not such a slut that I’d do something like that to him, it would be a betrayal.
Today my husband left again; he left the house at 4 p.m. I usually give him a bag with drinks and some snacks for the trip, but this time I didn’t have anything at home, so I went out to buy something at the corner store. When I got there, the older man who usually works there wasn’t there; instead, there was a very handsome Latino man. I don’t remember his name, but I do know he’s from El Salvador and had been hired to work at that store. As soon as I saw him, my uterus started throbbing and my pussy got really wet; it was obvious that my body wanted to mate with that handsome man. I was just going to buy something; I didn’t intend to do anything else, but a pool of my vaginal juices formed in the panties I was wearing, I had gotten really horny. But my husband wasn’t leaving yet; in fact, he was waiting for me at home so I could bring him his drinks, so I hesitated a lot. I didn’t want to do anything inappropriate, but then the Salvadoran guy stepped away a little to get a soda from the fridge, and I could see a nice bulge in his pants. It was obvious that his cock was erect, very erect.
He hadn’t stopped staring at my belly since I walked into the store. I was wearing shorts and a crop top that showed off my entire prominent abdomen. Without a doubt, he’s a belly-lover; my big belly, exposed without shame, must have turned him on. I love eliciting that reaction in men; it turns me on, in a good way.
At that moment, I couldn't resist any longer. I walked up to him from the side of the counter and grabbed his penis with my hands, over his pants, it was rock hard. He was surprised, but soon let himself go and began caressing my belly, touching my breasts, and kissing me. I asked him in Spanish if there was a more private place; he told me he slept in the storage room, that the store owner had let him stay there for a few days while he found a permanent place to stay. When we got to the storage room, it was a very humble place, but there was a bed that would work for me to have sex with that man.
To avoid going into too much detail, I sucked that Latin cock as always, with passion. Then he licked my pussy; my vaginal juices splashed to the rhythm of his tongue. Then he penetrated me well, though not as deeply as other men I’ve been with—his penis wasn’t that big, but it was big enough to be enjoyable. When it was finally time for him to release his precious cum, I got into my favorite position, reverse cowgirl—that way, I make sure the penis fits snugly against my cervix. But this man’s cock wasn’t that big; it didn’t even manage to penetrate the external cervical opening. I guess I’ve gotten too used to men with a good BBC. I did my usual hip movements—the ones that always make guys cum quickly—and this guy was no exception. I felt his semen flooding my vagina; it was a good amount, but the problem was that it didn’t go straight into my uterus—some of it dripped out of my pussy when his penis slipped out of me. I stayed on top of him, with his penis out of me but pressed against my vulva. At that moment, I was overcome with immense regret. My husband was waiting for me at home, and there I was, filling my pussy with a stranger’s cum. I had broken the promise I’d made to myself; I’d slept with another man while my husband was in town. I felt terrible, like I was a slut, even a whore. While I was lost in those thoughts, the Salvadoran guy was happy; he was caressing my back with his hands and grabbing the rolls of fat on my stomach from behind. This guy really likes BBWs—I don’t blame him—but at that moment, he had no idea what I was going through in my mind; I wasn’t in the mood for caresses, especially from someone I didn’t know.
When I left, I think I was too cold to that man; I just said “bye” and kissed him on the cheek. Maybe I should have given him my phone number or my social media handles—after all, I was carrying his seed inside me. But I just didn’t feel like doing it.I really felt awful, almost sickened. When I got home with the drinks, I knew my husband was going to want to fuck me before he left—that’s the usual routine—so I went into the shower and shoved my fingers as deep as I could into my pussy, trying to get out as much Salvadoran cum as I could; there was a lot of it. Since it’s not the idea to waste good cum either, I took everything I managed to extract into my mouth and swallowed it, as it should be. When I got out of the shower, my husband pounced on me in our bedroom and we made love. He deposited all his delicious hot cum inside my pussy, mixing with the little bit of the Salvadoran guy’s cum that was still inside, but it doesn’t matter, because my husband’s ejaculations are much more abundant (that’s why I married him), so if I get pregnant, it’s much more likely to be my husband’s. Until the next adventure.
Today my husband left again; he left the house at 4 p.m. I usually give him a bag with drinks and some snacks for the trip, but this time I didn’t have anything at home, so I went out to buy something at the corner store. When I got there, the older man who usually works there wasn’t there; instead, there was a very handsome Latino man. I don’t remember his name, but I do know he’s from El Salvador and had been hired to work at that store. As soon as I saw him, my uterus started throbbing and my pussy got really wet; it was obvious that my body wanted to mate with that handsome man. I was just going to buy something; I didn’t intend to do anything else, but a pool of my vaginal juices formed in the panties I was wearing, I had gotten really horny. But my husband wasn’t leaving yet; in fact, he was waiting for me at home so I could bring him his drinks, so I hesitated a lot. I didn’t want to do anything inappropriate, but then the Salvadoran guy stepped away a little to get a soda from the fridge, and I could see a nice bulge in his pants. It was obvious that his cock was erect, very erect.
He hadn’t stopped staring at my belly since I walked into the store. I was wearing shorts and a crop top that showed off my entire prominent abdomen. Without a doubt, he’s a belly-lover; my big belly, exposed without shame, must have turned him on. I love eliciting that reaction in men; it turns me on, in a good way.
At that moment, I couldn't resist any longer. I walked up to him from the side of the counter and grabbed his penis with my hands, over his pants, it was rock hard. He was surprised, but soon let himself go and began caressing my belly, touching my breasts, and kissing me. I asked him in Spanish if there was a more private place; he told me he slept in the storage room, that the store owner had let him stay there for a few days while he found a permanent place to stay. When we got to the storage room, it was a very humble place, but there was a bed that would work for me to have sex with that man.
To avoid going into too much detail, I sucked that Latin cock as always, with passion. Then he licked my pussy; my vaginal juices splashed to the rhythm of his tongue. Then he penetrated me well, though not as deeply as other men I’ve been with—his penis wasn’t that big, but it was big enough to be enjoyable. When it was finally time for him to release his precious cum, I got into my favorite position, reverse cowgirl—that way, I make sure the penis fits snugly against my cervix. But this man’s cock wasn’t that big; it didn’t even manage to penetrate the external cervical opening. I guess I’ve gotten too used to men with a good BBC. I did my usual hip movements—the ones that always make guys cum quickly—and this guy was no exception. I felt his semen flooding my vagina; it was a good amount, but the problem was that it didn’t go straight into my uterus—some of it dripped out of my pussy when his penis slipped out of me. I stayed on top of him, with his penis out of me but pressed against my vulva. At that moment, I was overcome with immense regret. My husband was waiting for me at home, and there I was, filling my pussy with a stranger’s cum. I had broken the promise I’d made to myself; I’d slept with another man while my husband was in town. I felt terrible, like I was a slut, even a whore. While I was lost in those thoughts, the Salvadoran guy was happy; he was caressing my back with his hands and grabbing the rolls of fat on my stomach from behind. This guy really likes BBWs—I don’t blame him—but at that moment, he had no idea what I was going through in my mind; I wasn’t in the mood for caresses, especially from someone I didn’t know.
When I left, I think I was too cold to that man; I just said “bye” and kissed him on the cheek. Maybe I should have given him my phone number or my social media handles—after all, I was carrying his seed inside me. But I just didn’t feel like doing it.I really felt awful, almost sickened. When I got home with the drinks, I knew my husband was going to want to fuck me before he left—that’s the usual routine—so I went into the shower and shoved my fingers as deep as I could into my pussy, trying to get out as much Salvadoran cum as I could; there was a lot of it. Since it’s not the idea to waste good cum either, I took everything I managed to extract into my mouth and swallowed it, as it should be. When I got out of the shower, my husband pounced on me in our bedroom and we made love. He deposited all his delicious hot cum inside my pussy, mixing with the little bit of the Salvadoran guy’s cum that was still inside, but it doesn’t matter, because my husband’s ejaculations are much more abundant (that’s why I married him), so if I get pregnant, it’s much more likely to be my husband’s. Until the next adventure.
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