A Naughty Getaway Part 3 (Finale) (Patreon)

Author's Note: Here's the final chapter to this naughty little vacation!

The bonfire crackled on the beach, its embers drifting into the cool, night sky while music thumped from a portable speaker. It played some upbeat Brazilian song that had everyone laughing and moving. Lucas and his relatives danced in the sand with beers in hand, enjoying the evening. 

While everyone had their fun, Sandra sat apart from the group, perched on a low rock with her knees drawn together. She nursed a half-empty bottle of Brazilian beer. Every sip caused her to wince a little. The taste wasn’t something she found entirely pleasant; she preferred something more German, but there was no point wasting a perfectly fine drink. 

She watched as Lucas spun one of his cousins in a clumsy circle. He caught her gaze for a second and waved. She forced a small smile and raised her beer bottle in return. 

Sandra’s toes curled into the sand, feeling her stomach twist. 

How could she do this to him?

She had cheated. Not even a full day into their vacation, she allowed a crude, depraved stranger twice her age to seduce her. Bruno. Every time she thought of that man, her body would react in ways she couldn’t process. 

She could still feel him from yesterday in the changing room. The thick stretch of his cock pushed deep inside her. The heavy slap of his balls against her ass when he pounded her senseless. The way he growled filthy things in her ear while he pumped load after load into her married pussy. She had let him claim every inch of her body in ways Lucas never had. And the worst part of it all, she had begged for it. 

Sandra unknowingly bit her lip. Her thighs clenched together under her sundress as a fresh wave of warmth bloomed between her legs. She was getting wet again at the thought of being with another man while her husband danced just a few meters away. 

Mein Gott, she thought. What is wrong with me?

It felt so wrong. The guilt sat heavily in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. Lucas trusted her. And he had no idea his wife had spent the last couple of days moaning like a whore while another man claimed her. 

But the memory made her even wetter. 

She remembered the way Bruno’s thick, veiny cock looked when he pulled it out, glistening and leaking with precum. How it twitched and pulsed before he buried himself inside. How full it made her feel. How deep it reached. Lucas had never made her feel anything remotely close to that. 

Her breaths grew heavier. She took another drink, hoping the alcohol would calm her down. It only intensified the heat that was swelling within her core. Her nipples tightened beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She shifted on the rock and felt the slickness from her folds dampening her panties. 

She could not stop thinking about his cock. 

It was so big, so hard. So much thicker than anything she’d ever had. The mere memory of how it stretched and hit that perfect spot over and over until she saw stars made her so horny. And the way he grinned smugly when she came around him, eagerly milking his cock until he spilled his hot cum deep inside. It made that itch lingering within her core unbearable. 

Sandra crossed her legs and squeezed her loins again. A tiny, involuntary whimper left her lips as she shifted. Luckily, she was far enough away that no one could hear. 

This is bad, she told herself. I have to stop. I cannot keep doing this.

But even as she attempted to cleanse herself of these depraved thoughts, her pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled again. Aching for Bruno. 

She glanced over at Lucas. He was laughing loudly, trying to do some silly dance move that made his cousins cheer. He looked so innocent. So unaware. 

The guilt washed over her again.

When she closed her eyes, the memory of Bruno’s voice growled into her mind. “That’s my good little Swiss slut. Take every drop.”

Her clit pulsed, and her panties soaked. 

She knew it was wrong. 

She knew she should feel disgusted with herself. 

But all she could think about was how good it had felt.

How much she still craved for it. 

A thought then crawled into her mind. Sandra had this sudden urge to sneak out and let Bruno fuck her again. It was so messed up and naughty. But that’s what made her want it even more. 

As the party continued, and she sat there, quietly dripping, lost in the filthy thoughts she could no longer control. 

The music continued to play as the night went on. Sandra remained seated on her rock, legs pressed tight together as she endured the nagging itch inside her. She eventually finished her beer and kept the empty bottle dangling in her fingers. The memory of being with Bruno kept playing on repeat in her mind like a broken record, drowning out the guilt that lingered in her chest. 

She could not take it anymore.

Her pussy ached. It felt empty, swollen, and so fucking wet. Every time she shifted, she felt the dampness of her panties against her skin. She needed him. She needed Bruno.

She was about to stand and make some excuse about wanting to walk down the beach or heading back to the house because she was tired. Then, a battered old van rolled up near the edge of the party. The engine shut off, and a man hopped out. 

Bruno. 

He looked exactly the same. He wore his usual tank top that stretched over his stocky chest and shorts that concealed something she had grown far too familiar with. He flashed a gold-toothed grin when he made way over with two cases of beer. 

A couple of Lucas’s cousins spotted him right away. 

“Bruno! Ei, cara!” one of them shouted, waving him over to the bonfire. “Thanks for bringing the extra drinks! Just in time, we were about to run dry!”

Bruno just laughed as he set down the cases by the coolers. “No worries, I got nothing better to do tonight anyway.”

They knew him. Of course they did, it was a small town after all. Everyone knew the guy who owned the only decent liquor shop. Sandra’s stomach churned as she watched them chat so casually. Bruno handed off bottles one by one before accepting a beer in return. He popped the cap and took a long swig as he calmly scanned the party. 

Then, his gaze landed on her. 

Their eyes met across the fire. 

Sandra’s breath caught in her throat. She felt his smug, hungry look immediately. The same one he gave her that day they first met on the beach. Her thighs clenched together so hard her legs trembled. A fresh wave of wetness soaked through her thin panties, seeping down her loins. 

A small, knowing smirk pulled on his lips. He said something to the cousins that made them laugh before making his way over to her. 

Sandra’s heart pounded. She tried to look normal. She uncrossed and crossed her legs a few times, smoothed her sundress, and forced a polite smile. Her eyes anxiously scanned the party to see if anyone noticed. It would be awfully suspicious for her to be seen conversing with a person she supposedly never met. 

He stopped a couple of feet away, just enough to appear inconspicuous. 

“Evening, senhora,” he greeted with a low, teasing edge to his voice. “Pleasure to see you here.”

Sandra swallowed hard. Her voice came out quieter than she wanted. 

“J-ja. Here I am…”

Bruno’s dark eyes dragged slowly down her body, then back up. He took another sip. 

“Nice little party you have here. But I can see that you seem a little… restless,” Bruno said lowly. Sandra blinked and glanced up at him, her cheeks slightly blushing. He leaned closer. “You think I didn’t notice? If you keep squeezing your thighs together like that, everyone’s going to notice how worked up you are.”

Sandra shifted, uncrossing her legs, then crossed them the other way again, trying to hide how aroused she was. 

“Bruno… Not here,” she whispered bashfully. “My husband is right there.”

Bruno glanced over and spotted Lucas dancing in a circle. “Hm, so I see,” he murmured amusingly. “I suppose that’s what makes it fun, princesa. You sitting here dripping for me while he has his fun without the slightest clue what his wife has really been up to these past few days.”

She bit the corner of her lip hard. The ache between her legs flared hotter. She could feel herself getting wetter from his words alone. 

“I cannot… I should not,” she said quietly, but her fetching blue eyes flicked down to the front of his shorts for half a second too long before she caught herself. “I can’t be doing this with you again.”

Bruno chuckled softly. 

“You keep telling yourself that. But we both know that you love how I make you feel.” He took another sip from his bottle, still smiling like they were having a perfectly cordial conversation. “Party’s still going strong. Everyone seems… occupied. There’s plenty of time for us to sneak off and have a little fun of our own. What do you think?”

He gave her a slow, devious look. His eyes lingered on the swell of her chest and then her long legs. “Just let me know when you’re ready. I have a good spot for us to enjoy ourselves.” He then walked back toward the crowd as if nothing had happened. 

Sandra sat there, stomach fluttering, thighs clenched together so tightly it almost hurt. She watched as Bruno resumed laughing and joking with the family. Lucas even began having a friendly conversation with him. 

She took a shaky breath at the sight of her husband having a good talk with the man who had been fucking her brains out for the past few days. 

But even as she told herself that she needed to end this once and for all, her pussy throbbed again, empty and desperate. Even though he had just fucked her the day before, she was already itching for more. 

Sandra kept stealing glances at Bruno from across the fire. 

Every time she looked up, he was already watching her. His dark, hungry eyes would lock onto hers, and a smug little smirk curled at his lips before he looked away, pretending to laugh at someone's joke. It was driving her crazy. Each shared glance sent a rush of heat and exhilaration through her. Her panties were beyond saving, the thin fabric soaked and clinging to her uncomfortably. 

She tried her best to focus on the party. Lucas, now clearly drunk, was still dancing. He waved to her every so often with an innocent smile. She waved back and forced a smile, but her mind remained elsewhere. Her body was screaming for relief. The ache between her legs had grown into an unbearable, deep, throbbing need. She could not stop thinking about Bruno burying his cock inside her again. 

Their eyes met again. This time, Bruno tilted his head toward the dirty road where his old van was parked. He arched a brow, sending a clear message. 

Sandra’s heart pounded. She knew she should ignore it. She should stay right here with her husband and his family, enjoying the festivities. But the longer she sat there, clenching her thighs together and leaving herself to her own naughty imagination, the hornier she got. 

She couldn’t take it anymore. 

She stood up slowly and smoothed the bottom of her sundress. Lucas noticed and made his way over with slightly unsteady steps. 

“Hey, everything okay, babe?” 

“Uh, ja, I just… I want to take a walk along the beach. It’s nice out,” she said, keeping her voice steady and unassuming. “And maybe head straight home after... I’m feeling a little tired right now.”

Lucas slowly nodded without a second thought, though he looked a little disappointed. “Ah, the party was just getting started… But alright, take your time. I’ll see you later.”

No one else seemed to notice Sandra slipping away. Joana was chatting with a few of the older relatives, and the others were lost in the music and drinks. She padded into the darkness and walked toward the dirt road. 

Bruno was already waiting by his van. He opened the door without a word and gestured for her to get in. She climbed inside, her stomach fluttering with excitement and arousal. He got into the driver's seat and started the engine. He drove them down a quiet side path until they were parked in a secluded spot behind some trees. It was far enough from anything so that they could be as loud as they wanted.

The back of the van was just enough. Bruno had laid out a thick comforter over the floor, giving the somewhat tight space a cozy atmosphere. The moment the engine cut off, they were on each other. 

Clothes came off fast. Sandra’s sundress was tossed aside, followed by her bra and soaked panties. Bruno stripped down, his stocky, hairy body filling the van’s interior. They lay on the comforter, naked and starved for each other. 

They locked their lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues swirling as they grabbed at each other. Sandra moaned into him, feeling his big, rough hands find her hips, pulling her closer against him. The heat from his throbbing, hard cock against her thighs made her pussy quiver with need, sending a shiver up her spine. 

She broke their kiss and pushed him onto his back. Bruno chuckled, watching as she crawled between his thick legs. She lay on her stomach, her full breasts pressing against the soft comforter, her platinum blonde hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. His thick cock stood hard in front of her flushed face, already leaking precum at the tip.

Sandra wrapped her slender fingers around the base and looked up at it with those striking blue eyes, a mix of guilt and raw desire across her face. 

“I should not be doing this,” she whispered, her Swiss accent thicker with arousal. “This is so wrong.”

Bruno grinned wickedly as he gently threaded his thick fingers through her hair. 

“And yet here you are, princesa. You need this cock, don’t you?”

Sandra bit her lip. She nodded once, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Her soft lips stretched around his thick head as she sucked slowly, tasting his salty arousal on her tongue. She moaned around him, the vibration making him groan. 

She worked him with long, wet strokes, her head bobbing steadily. Her tongue swirled along the underside of his veiny shaft. One hand stroked what she could not fit in her mouth while the other rested on his hairy thigh. She couldn’t believe she was with him again, naked, ass slightly raised, focused on pleasuring a stranger, a man that wasn’t her husband. 

Bruno watched with heavy-lidded eyes, his gold tooth flashing in the dim moonlight. 

“Augh… fuck… That’s it, baby. Suck that cock like the good little slut you are. Your husband is back there dancing while you are out here with your lips around a real man.”

Sandra whimpered around his girth as her pussy dripped profusely. She knew it was wrong. She knew she had lied and slipped away to be up to no good. But right now, with Bruno’s thick Brazilian cock filling her mouth, all she could do was moan and take him deeper. 

She was hooked. 

Bruno groaned as she dragged her tongue from the base of his throbbing shaft all the way up to his swollen tip. She took her sweet time, licking every heavy vein and tasting his masculine saltiness that dribbled from his tip. When she reached his bulbous head, she swirled her tongue around it, flicking the sensitive underside before taking him back into her warm, wet mouth. 

“Mmm… so big,” she murmured, her Swiss accent coming out thicker and breathier. “I can’t believe I’m doing this with you again.”

She pulled off just enough to stroke him. She pumped his cock slowly, twisting her wrist on every upstroke while she lazily licked his tip, spreading a mix of her saliva and his precum everywhere. 

“Ja… it’s so wrong,” Sandra continued, her voice trembling with raw desire. “But I can’t get enough.” She gave him another slow, sloppy suck, her cheeks hollowing around him, then pulled off, leaving a shiny string of spit still connecting from her lips to his cock. 

“Mein Gott… You’re so fucking big, Bruno… So much bigger than my husband. What are you doing to me?” she breathed, releasing his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She continued to stroke him to coat every inch of his length with her spit. 

Bruno’s hips twitched as she continued to work him. He groaned again, his bald head tipping back from the sensation of his cock buried halfway into her throat. “Fuck… princesa… keep talking like that… Arugh… yes… don’t stop,” he growled, giving her head a firm tug to swallow more of him.

Sandra’s eyes watered as she pulled back. She planted her tongue against him and licked from base to tip once more before kissing the head messily. Her saliva-slathered hand cupped his heavy balls, and she fondled him teasingly. 

“Hmm… you like that?” she purred as the arousal built. “You must feel really proud seducing another man’s wife. You’re such a bastard, Bruno. I hate how much you made me need it.”

Bruno’s breathing became ragged as she wrapped her lips around him once more and bobbed her head with tantalizing, fluid twists and sucks. The sound of her wet slurping and glucking filled the van, making him nearly lose it. 

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up,” he grunted, his toes curling and spreading from how good she made him feel. “Fuck me… Such a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

Sandra looked up at him, her lush lips shiny and swollen. A naughty little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as they locked eyes. 

“Perhaps… You made me this way,” she teased softly, still stroking his cock steadily. “It’s your fault that I’m so horny all the time. Such a dirty man… Making me cheat on my husband. You got me soaking wet for you. I can’t stop thinking about this cock inside me… Bitte… I need it.”

That was all it took.

Bruno let out a deep, frustrated groan and sat up suddenly. He grabbed her by the waist with his strong hands and pulled her up his body. “Enough teasing, you filthy little Swiss wife,” he rasped. “Take what you need. Ride this cock that you love so much.”

Sandra didn’t argue. She straddled his hips, her long, pale legs spreading wide as she reached down between them. Her fingers wrapped around his slick, throbbing cock and lined it up against her dripping entrance. She was sopping wet, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. She rubbed his tip along her slit teasingly, coating him with her juices before finally slowly sinking down. 

“Ouuhhh… mein Gott,” she moaned loudly as she felt him slide right into her. Inch by inch, he disappeared inside her tight, married cunt until she was sitting fully on him. Her ass rested flush against his heavy balls. She could feel him so deep, pressing right against her cervix and scratching the nagging itch. Her head fell back slightly, and her platinum hair cascaded down her back as she let out a shaky, needy breath.

Bruno gripped her hips hard, thick fingers sinking into her soft skin. 

“Argh… this pussy’s really been aching for me… so tight,” he groaned. “Go ahead, Sandra. Start riding what’s yours. Show me how bad you needed this cock.”

Sandra bit her lip and began to move. She rolled her hips slowly at first, then ground down on him to feel every thick inch shift inside her. Her hands rested on his hairy chest for balance as she started bouncing. Her supple, shapely breasts jiggled with each steady movement, and the sounds of wet, lewd slapping filled the van every time her ass met his thighs. 

Her Nordic blue eyes were utterly glazed with desire, fluttering back as she gave into the lust. The guilt had since been shoved into the back of her mind, drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure of finally having Bruno inside her again. 

The stretch of his cock made her gasp, her tight walls gripping every inch like a vice as she took him all the way to the hilt. She continued to roll her hips in slow, deep circles at first, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Her soaked pussy made wet, obscene squelching sounds every time she rose and sank onto him. 

“Ohhhh… Ah ah ah… Uh uh uh… ja… so teif,” Sandra moaned, her voice breathy and pitched. “Mein Gott, Bruno… Ich liebe deinen Schwanz.” 

Bruno groaned beneath her. His hands remained gripped onto her soft hips, guiding her movements. He had no idea what she said, but he knew it had to be good. “That’s it, sexy. Keep bouncing on it.”

Sandra’s pace quickened. She bounced harder, making her tits heave with every downward thrust. Sweat was already starting to bead onto her fair skin from the rising heat and humidity in the van. As she leaned forward over him, her now-dampening hair falling around them like a curtain, she pressed her lips against him in a desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled sloppily, swapping spit as her hips kept moving. 

“Ja… jaaa… fick mich,” she whimpered against his lips between messy kisses. “So good… m-more!”

Bruno growled and suddenly began to thrust up hard to meet her, driving his cock even deeper. The sudden force made Sandra gasp, her eyes rolling back for a second. He kept at it, snapping his hips up every time she came down, pounding her from below as she rode him. 

The van started to creak rhythmically underneath them. The windows fogged up quickly from their heavy breathing and the heat of their bodies. They were both fully slick with sweat now. Bruno’s chest and bald head glistened, while droplets ran down Sandra’s back and between her bouncing tits. 

The way his cock dragged against every weak spot in her pussy pushed her to the limit. Each jolt made her entire body tremble and her head spin. She couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“Bruno… Ah! Ouhhh! Ich komme… ich komme!” Sandra wailed, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her thighs shook violently, and she ground down hard, milking him as she came. 

Bruno winced, and his hips twitched from how good her tight, wet cunt squeezed him. Her cream dripped down from her slit and onto his balls. But he did not let her ride it out. With a deep grunt, he rolled them over in one smooth motion, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. She barely had time to catch her breath before he was already over her. She instinctively spread her legs for him and wrapped them around his wide waist, locking her ankles behind his back and pulling him deeper. 

“Ja… don’t stop,” Sandra panted heavily, her breath coming out in a hot huff. “Fuck me.”

He obliged with a satisfied grin and thrust into her hard. The new angle let him drive even deeper, forcing out even more moans from her. Their sweaty bodies slapped together, skin sticking and sliding lewdly. The windows were now completely fogged, turning the inside of the van into their own private, steamy world of pure lust and desire. 

Sandra’s head fell back, strands of her hair sticking around her flushed face and back. Her blue eyes were half-lidded and glazed with pleasure as Bruno pounded into her soaked, married pussy with deep, heavy strokes that rocked her entire body. She knew she should feel terrible about this, about fucking another man while her husband was partying with his family. But right now, with Bruno’s thick cock stretching her so perfectly, and his heavy balls slapping against her ass, all she could do was moan and give in even more. 

Bruno kept thrusting deep into her wet pussy with wet, heavy snaps. Her legs remained coiled tight around him, eagerly dragging him back in whenever his hips drew away in a backstroke. Her toes curled each time he buried himself to the hilt. The van continued to creak in rhythm with their wild fucking.

Suddenly, Bruno growled and grabbed her thighs. He pried her legs from around his waist and spread them wide with his strong hands. In one smooth motion, he pushed her legs up and hooked them over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half. He gripped her hips hard as he leaned forward, putting his full weight behind every thrust. 

“JA! AH! Uh uh uh! Hmmm! Mein Gott! YES!” Sandra cried out, her voice high and broken. She reached up and grabbed onto his forearms to hold on for her dear life. Her nails dug into his sweaty skin as he started fucking her even harder. The angle let him drive so deep that his cockhead rammed perfectly against her cervix with every stroke. She could feel him reaching her stomach, and she began to see stars. 

“Bruno… so deep… Ahh! Ouhhhh! Fuuuucckkk!”

Her moans filled the steamy van, getting louder with each thrust. “Fick mich… ja… harder! Bitte!” Her Swiss accent became even thicker and slurred as she devolved into a breathy mess beneath him. Her boobs bounced wildly, jiggling with every connecting stroke, strands of her platinum blonde hair stuck to her flushed face and neck. 

Bruno’s face scrunched with raw lust, his gold tooth flashing as he pounded into her. Skin slapped loudly against skin, her juices coating his thick shaft and dripping down to soak the comforter beneath them. He savored the way Sandra’s soft lips parted in ragged moans, how her long legs trembled against him, and how her tight, creamy pussy fluttered around him, desperately trying to keep him from pulling away. 

But as much as he enjoyed this, she was pushing him to his limit. 

“Fuck… Augh! Yes… Take it! Argh! I’m gonna cum,” he grunted huskily. “Gonna fill this pussy again!”

Sandra didn’t have the words to respond. She just let out another long, inviting moan that sent him over the edge. 

He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His heavy balls tightened and he roared as he finally came. “GET KNOCKED UP!” he bellowed. His hips jerked as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her. “Take it! Fucking take it! Fuucckkk! Yesssss!”

Sandra’s eyes rolled behind her lids the moment she felt the first powerful spurt flood her womb. The sensation of his potent cum spreading inside her caused her to orgasm once again. 

“OOOUUHHHHH! Jaaaa… mein Gott! Ich komme!” she screamed as her whole body convulsed violently beneath him. Her pussy clammed down hard around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop as waves of pleasure ripped through her, making her vision nearly go white. Her toes curled, and her legs shuddered uncontrollably against his shoulders. 

Bruno kept grinding deep, groaning loudly as he emptied himself completely, flooding her fertile depths with load after virile load. He held her pinned in place, making sure every drop stayed buried inside her. 

They stayed locked together like that, both panting heavily and utterly drenched in sweat. The van reeked of the smell of sex. Sandra’s legs were still draped over his shoulders, her body twitching involuntarily as she felt his warm cum settling deep inside her. 

Bruno stayed buried in her for a little while longer. His cock twitched as the last spurts of cum leaked into her. He let out a deep, satisfied groan and finally relaxed his grip on her hips. 

“Fuck… that was good,” he rasped, wiping his sweaty forehead with his arm. “Real good, princesa.”

Sandra could only moan in response, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her climax. She nodded weakly, her eyes half-lidded as she rested her arm over her head. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat glistening on her fair skin. 

Bruno slowly pulled out of her with a wet schlick. Thick globs of his thick, virile cum immediately began leaking from her swollen, well-fucked pussy. He sat back on his heels and admired his work. Her legs were still spread wide, pussy puffy and red, his creamy load slowly dripping out onto the comforter. He licked his lips hungrily at the lewd sight, his gold tooth glinting in the moonlight. 

“Damn… look at that,” he murmured. “I could fuck this tight Swiss pussy all night long.”

Sandra just let out a tired little chuckle. A lazy grin spread across her flushed face, oddly proud of how she made this man so needy for her. 

Bruno leaned forward and ran his fingers through the mess between her sticky thighs. He gathered some of his cum and pushed it back inside her. “You want another round?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “I’m still good for a few more rounds.”

She bit her lip and let her arm fall from her face. She hesitated for a moment. “I… I really shouldn’t,” she whispered breathily. “My husband is expecting me to be back at the house. If he sees I’m not there when he gets back, that might raise… suspicion.”

But even as she said it, her eyes drifted down to his cock, still thick and glistening with their combined juices, already rearing up again for more. Her pussy gave another needy twitch, that itch forming once more. 

“Come on, baby,” he began, already moving over and getting between her spread legs. “They won’t notice. I know parties like that. Once they begin, they won’t stop till dawn. Heh, I had my fair share of experiences with that. We’ve got plenty of time.”

She just stared up at him, that itch already becoming unbearable as she contemplated what to do. 

Bruno smirked, waiting for the answer he knew was coming. 

Sandra let out a shaky breath and finally nodded. “J-ja… one more time won’t hurt, I suppose.”

That was all he needed. 

It wasn’t long before he had her on her hands and knees as he fucked her from behind. He gripped her hips and gave her deep, punishing strokes that rocked her. Sandra moaned loudly as she pushed back to meet every thrust, her ass rippling with each connecting impact. He fucked her hard and fast for a good while. He made her cum a couple of times, fucking her through each orgasm until he finally pulled out and painted her back with thick ropes of cum. 

“Hmmm… Bruno… So gut.” Sandra purred as she seductively licked her lips at him. “Bitte… Fick mich noch einmal.”

Bruno could already feel himself getting hard, hearing her speak her native tongue. His eyes hungrily trekked up her delectable, sexy body. The streaks of thick cum that covered her spine only made him even more ravenous for more. 

They didn’t stop there. 

Sandra eventually found herself riding him reverse cowgirl. He smacked her plush ass and told her how good she looked taking his cock. She came again, shaking and whimpering in Swiss, before Bruno flipped her back and fucked her missionary style again. He had her legs over his shoulders once more, pounding her so hard that the van’s suspension creaked violently. This time, he stayed buried deep and dumped another heavy load straight into her pussy. 

“AUUURGGHHH! GET FUCKING PREGNANT!”

Still not satisfied, Bruno had her suck him clean afterward. When he was hard again, he had her lie on her stomach while he fucked her prone, grinding deep and slow for a while until he finally pulled out and came across her pretty face. Sandra kept her mouth open, tongue out, moaning softly as warm ropes landed on her cheeks, lips, and tongue. 

By the time they finally slowed down, Sandra was a sweaty, cum-covered mess. Streaks of his load slathered her back, her face, and dripped steadily from her well-used pussy. She lay limp on the now-drenched comforter, breathing hard, and utterly dazed with satisfaction. 

Bruno wiped sweat from his brow and chuckled darkly, running a hand over her cum-splattered thigh. “You love being fucked by me, don’t you?”

Sandra just moaned softly and nodded, too exhausted and blissed out to deny it. There was no going back now.

-

The rest of the vacation blurred into a secret, filthy routine for Sandra.

She became extremely careful about how she conducted her affair with Bruno. She quickly learned the rhythms of the family. Whenever Lucas and his cousins would drink, when Joana would take her afternoon nap, or when the group would head into town for shopping or another beach gathering. She’d have a believable excuse ready every time: a walk to enjoy the scenery, a quick trip to buy souvenirs, or another “headache” that required her to rest. No one ever questioned her. Lucas trusted her completely, while the family simply saw her as the quiet wife who sometimes preferred a little alone time. 

She was addicted to the thrill of it all.

In the first few days, she told herself it would only happen once more. Then twice. But every time she saw Bruno, her body betrayed her. Her pussy would start to ache, her thighs would press together, and the guilt would mix with a rush of excitement so strong that it made her feel tingly. Hell, the mere thought of him was enough to make her unbearably horny. 

They fucked everywhere. 

He’d lock up his shop early, bend her over a table in the backroom, and pound her from behind until she was a moaning mess. She loved the way he growled in her ear, calling her his “filthy Swiss slut” while he buried his cock deep inside her tight pussy and spilled his thick load into her. 

On the beach at night, when the family was gathered around the bonfire further down the shore. Bruno would text her to meet him behind the rocks. They would fuck fast and dirty on a blanket he brought. Sandra would ride him desperately, her loud, sultry moans masked by the waves crashing nearby. It was both terrifying and thrilling to imagine how easily someone could have walked into the filthy scene. 

His old van was one of her favorite spots. He’d park in different secluded spots each time. Sometimes he would pick her up after she made an excuse about going for a long walk. They would drive until they found privacy, then fuck for hours. She’d be on top, he’d thrust into her from behind, or she’d be folded in half with her legs over his shoulders. The van would rock violently, and the windows would fog up as he came inside her over and over again. 

Every time he finished, Bruno would press a rest, a gentle yet firm hand to her lower belly, and whisper the same filthy promise, “Gonna knock you up before you leave.” And every time, Sandra would moan and clench around his cock even though the words terrified her. It was wrong to be so reckless and let this man breed her, but she couldn’t help but want it. There was something so taboo and primal about it that made her want it even more. 

She started to take more risks. 

One afternoon, while Lucas was out fishing with the family, Sandra told them she wanted to stay behind and read. Instead, she walked straight to Bruno’s shop. He fucked her right on the floor behind the counter, slow and deep, while people occasionally walked past outside. She came so hard she had to stuff her sundress in her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. 

Another night, she slipped out after everyone had gone to bed. She met Bruno on a quiet stretch of beach and let him take her standing up against a palm tree. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her up in his strong arms. She shamelessly moaned in Swiss while she bounced on his cock until he filled her again.

Lucas never suspected a thing. 

He would kiss her goodnight, tell her how much he loved her, before quickly falling asleep after another evening of going out and drinking. In the mornings, he would cuddle with her and talk about how great the vacation was. Sandra would smile, kiss him back, and feel Bruno’s cum still slowly leaking out of her from the night before. The guilt was still there, but it only seemed to make the thrill stronger. 

She remained very careful, but she was also reckless in her own way. She started wearing shorter dresses and no panties whenever she might see Bruno. She began touching herself whenever she could, just to ease the constant need simmering inside of her. In the shower, alone in the bedroom, or even beside Lucas while he slept. The addiction grew worse every day. 

By the time the vacation was nearing its end, Sandra had lost count of how many times she had cheated. She had been fucked in almost every hidden corner of town. Her body felt constantly sore and satisfied in a way Lucas had never been able to give her. She knew she should feel ashamed. She knew this was destroying her marriage. 

But she couldn’t stop. She needed to be fucked until her knees wobbled. She needed Bruno. 

The flight back home felt surreal. 

Sandra sat quietly beside Lucas while he happily scrolled through photos from the trip on his phone. He talked about how relaxed and fun it was to be with his family. He suggested that they’d visit again soon. 

Sandra smiled and nodded along. The mention of their return to Brazil already made her restless, and that itch formed inside her once more. “J-ja… I wouldn’t mind coming back. This was fun,” she replied, while her mind was already wandering back to the memory of Bruno’s cock buried deep inside her pussy, and she was excited to see him once more. 

She had spent the last few days of the trip fucking Bruno almost every chance she got, as if doing so would help her get all this depraved horniness out of her system. On their final night, she had slipped out one last time to his shop, letting him fuck her as much as he wanted on that creaky metal-framed bed of his until they passed out. She told herself that this was the last time, and that she would put this all behind her and be the good wife Lucas deserved. 

Back in their quiet suburban house in the States, life slowly returned to normal. 

Lucas and Sandra went back to work. He has been in a good mood ever since they got back. He’d cuddle with her on the couch, take her out on nice dates, and even suggested they start trying for a baby soon. Sandra would just smile, kiss him, and feel the sharp twist of guilt every time he mentioned it.

Weeks passed. 

She didn’t really try to forget Bruno. They hadn’t spoken since she left, and even though they had each other’s numbers, he never messaged or called. That made things a bit easier as she tried to distance herself from what she did. Her work at the hospital helped keep her mind busy, and she tried to be more present with Lucas. But at night, when Lucas was asleep, her hand would often drift between her legs as she replayed those stolen moments with her Brazilian lover. The memories of him stretching her with his big cock, the way he growled filthy things into her ear, and the way he claimed her in ways she couldn’t imagine were too good just to simply forget. 

Then one morning, her period didn’t come.

At first, she told herself it was stress from her long shifts or adjusting back to her routine. But when the second week passed, she bought a pregnancy test in secret. 

She waited until Lucas was at work. 

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Sandra stared at the two pink lines that appeared almost immediately. 

The reality hit her like a wave. There was almost no chance it was Lucas’s. They barely had sex except for a small handful of times ever since returning home, and even before the trip, he had never been very fertile or consistent. The timing, the sheer number of times Bruno had cum inside her… it was his. She knew it in her bones. 

She paced back and forth in the bedroom in a daze, both terrified and strangely exhilarated at the same time. The thrill she had chased in Brazil had followed her home in the most permanent way possible. 

Finally, on a quiet Saturday afternoon, she couldn’t hold it any longer.

Lucas was sitting on the couch watching the game when she walked in, holding the pregnancy test behind her back. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat. 

“Lucas… I have something important to tell you,” she began softly, her Swiss accent more noticeable from the nerves.

He looked up and smiled at first, then noticed how serious she looked. He muted the TV and sat up straighter. 

“What is it, honey? Everything okay?”

Sandra took a deep breath and stepped closer. She brought the test forward and held it out to him with shaky fingers. 

“I… I’m pregnant.”

Lucas stared at the two pink lines for a long moment. Sandra nervously bit the inside of her cheek, waiting to see if he questioned the pregnancy. She had a few plausible explanations in hand just in case. To her relief, his face broke into a huge, disbelieving grin. He jumped up and pulled her into a tight hug as he laughed with pure joy. 

“Oh my God, Sandra! We’re having a baby?!” He kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then her lips. “This is amazing!”

Sandra hugged him back, forcing a smile even as she felt some tears trickling from her eyes. She buried her face in his shoulder so he wouldn’t see the guilt written all over her face. 

“Ja… It truly is,” she whispered, her voice barely steady. “Just as we wanted, right?”

Lucas pulled back, still beaming. He placed a gentle hand on her stomach, oblivious that the child growing inside her was not his own. 

“Wow, I’m going to be a dad. We’re going to be parents. I love you so much, Sandra.”

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. 

“I love you too.”

As Lucas excitedly started talking about plans, baby names, and telling his family, Sandra stood there quietly, one hand resting over her still flat belly. 

Inside, she could almost hear Bruno’s smug voice from all those nights together, “Gonna knock you up before you leave.”

She was carrying Bruno’s child. 

And no one, not Lucas, not the family, would ever know the truth. 

The thrill that she had become so addicted to during her naughty little getaway had now become her permanent secret. And oddly enough… she was content with it. 

Glad even, in some strange way…

The end?