One Missed Call (Part 3 - Conclusion) (Patreon)

Finally, we learn what happens between Maya, Greg and Noah! The conclusion is worth the wait.

This was such a fun and rewarding collaboration between RabbleLaid and I. I would love to know what you think about a: content like this b: this story c: it's themes! For more of RabbleLaid's content: PatreonLiterotica As a reminder, this was written and created for, by and about consenting adults. Please read the description and all tags to participate in informed consent. You are always in control of your listening experience. Story: Maya buzzed with excitement, arousal, nerves, and self-loathing all evening. She could barely sleep that night, tossing and turning with butterflies filling her stomach, thinking back to the crazy, irresponsible voicemail she had just sent. She had called Noah intending to talk through her irresponsible mistake and explain why it couldn’t happen again, and she had ended up making an even bigger mistake. It made her blush scarlet from the roots of her hair down to her chest to even think about it. She had just openly propositioned a man who wasn’t her husband for sex. A cocky, sexually aggressive younger man who filled her with just as much annoyance as he did arousal. She considered calling him again and contradicting her previous voicemail. But that felt like it would be almost more embarrassing. And besides, no matter how humiliating her offer was… she still meant it. Maybe it made her a horrible person, but she wanted to fuck the shit out of Noah. After she had gotten that filthy, red-hot impulse out of her system, she would kick the young laborer out of her house and spend the rest of her life making it up to her loving husband. The next morning, Maya pretended to be asleep so that she wouldn’t have to say goodbye to her husband. Even Greg would notice something strange about her today. She waited until she heard him slam the door on the way out, then waited ten more minutes, just to be certain that he was gone. When she was certain, she got up, arousal flaring up inside her to match the twisting guilt and anxiety. She had probably an hour until Noah arrived… and when he did, Maya assumed a horny young man like him would be ready for action. She stood in front of her closet, caught in indecision for a moment. Should she just wear something casual? Something sexy and teasing? Maybe nothing at all?That reminded her of yesterday, when she was naked in Noah’s arms, and another powerful wave of lust crashed over her, making her knees weak. That would obviously be a bad idea. She couldn’t answer her door for another man naked. All it would take was a glance from one of her neighbors, and she would be ruined. But maybe she could compromise… Maya wasn’t a big lingerie wearer, but she did still have a set that she had bought for Greg’s enjoyment a few Valentine's Days ago. With powerful, complex feelings raging inside her, she pulled out the set from the depths of her underwear drawer and pulled it on… gauzy red lace panties and a matching shelf bra. They looked as slutty and sinful as she felt when she glanced at herself in the mirror. She even put on a pair of heels to complete the look and show off her legs. She knew from the amount of time Noah spent staring at them that Noah was a fan. After that, she threw a bathrobe on over the top of her underwear and called it good. Maya wasn’t sure what to do with herself for the next half hour. She certainly wasn’t going to get any work done like this. Just the thought of sitting at her computer in lingerie and working on a design made her giggle nervously. But there was nothing else she could think to do either. She simply paced in her heels, nervous excitement and arousal bubbling higher and higher inside her as time went on. By the time that she finally heard the doorbell ring, she was a jittery wreck with a hot, damp spot soaking through the crotch of her panties. She darted forward to the door, her heart in her throat, her stomach tying itself in knots. Fuck… I’m about to get fucked by tall, muscular young stud… The thought sent chills racing up her spine and heat pooling between her legs. When she opened the door and saw Noah standing there, she felt like she could barely breathe from the suffocating arousal and guilt. He stood, tall and proud as ever, grinning down at her with that same old cocky smile that filled Maya with anger and lust whenever she pictured it. Without a word, she stood back and beckoned him inside, her body burning for what she knew was coming next. … Noah couldn’t believe his luck. When he had given in to temptation the day before, he thought that, in doing so, he was ruining his chances of ever sleeping with the leggy, married brunette. In that moment, it had felt worth it to trade his future chances just to touch her naked body for a few glorious seconds. But he had been wrong. This time, Noah had hit the jackpot. Even after all of her shameless teasing, he had underestimated how desperate the little slut was for his cock. She hadn’t just kissed him back, she had called him up to give him a conflicted, wishy-washy invitation to fuck her. But, sadly for Maya, that wasn’t good enough for Noah anymore. Now that he had seen a glimpse of the humiliating lust that burned inside her, Noah wasn’t going to just be satisfied with a reluctant quickie that she tossed him as if she was doing him a favor. No. If Maya was this hot and bothered already, he was pretty sure he could hold out for utter, slutty submission. Which probably meant this was going to be a pretty frustrating day for the poor woman. Noah could practically smell the sex rolling off Maya as she opened the door. The blush high on her cheeks and the fire in her eyes only made her arousal even clearer. He was positive that there would be a surprise waiting for him beneath her frumpy bathrobe. It might even be hard to hold back once he saw it. But Noah could be a patient man when he knew he was going to win. He gave Maya his most charming smile as he sauntered through the doorway, then stood for a moment in silence, waiting to see what her opening move would be. He wasn’t disappointed. Maya took a shuddering breath, held it for a second as her blush deepened, then uncinched her robe and dropped them to the ground, revealing what lay beneath. She wore a set of bright red lingerie that dripped from her curves, covering but not concealing her lovely body. Frankly, it was even sexier than seeing her naked. This was an intimate display that no man beside her husband had ever gotten, Noah was willing to bet. He could see the stiffness of Maya’s nipples beneath the thin lace, the hitch of her breath, the way her glossy lips were lightly parted, desperate to be kissed. Maya wanted him to take her to bed. No, not just wanted. Craved it. Needed it like she needed her next breath. But she wasn’t going to get what she wanted this time. As Noah had expected, it was a little bit hard to tear his eyes away from the sexual display in front of him and shoulder his work bag, but seeing the utter shock in Maya’s eyes as he turned away and headed toward the bathroom was worth it. It felt like a little bit of revenge for the needling he had received yesterday. And he knew that it would only make things sweeter in the end. Maya made a strangled sound of disbelief behind him, then clicked after him on her high heels, her hips swinging and tits swaying with her swift walk. “What… just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked in a strangled, half angry, half confused tone, “I’m right fucking here. Just like you wanted! Just like you were pushing for all fucking week. What’s the matter with you?” Noah turned to her as he reached the bathroom, dumping his bag onto the ground. “Maybe I decided that you’re right,” he said lightly. “Maybe it’s wrong to fuck married ladies.” Maya scowled at him, crossing her arms tight beneath her juicy tits, pushing them up further and making Noah want to reach out and squeeze them. But he held back. “Or maybe…” he added in a calm, measured voice, “I don’t fuck women who can’t decide if they really want me to. I mean, what was that last night? Do you really think ‘you can fuck me I guess, if you really must’ is any way to entice a man? You’ll have to try harder than that.” Maya went from bright red to pale as his words sank in. She looked almost too angry to speak, but she finally hissed, “So… what? You expect me to fucking beg?” Noah leaned in toward her, pleased to see the shiver that ran down her spine from his proximity, even through her anger. “I expect you to convince me that you really want it. I’ll let you decide what that looks like.” Maya stared at him for a second longer in stunned, furious silence, then turned and flounced off down the hall in a huff. When she reached her bedroom door, she turned back to him, wild-eyed, and snarled, “I was ready to… I’m a fucking married woman, and I considered… uggghhhh, your fucking COCKY ASSHOLE!” She slammed the door behind her, and Noah chuckled, shaking his head. She was mad right now… but he was willing to bet that what he said would stick with her. As time went on and she thought more and more about his demand, would she be able to hold on to her pride? Or would she be forced to show a little more enthusiasm to earn the cock she was clearly thirsting for? Noah turned his attention back to the renovation work. He had been a little distracted this week, and if he got too far behind, there would be questions. There wasn’t any more work to do on Maya anyway. All he needed to do was let her stew a little. And wait for another call. … Maya was so angry and humiliated that she could barely think. She spent an hour in her bedroom, just pacing and fuming, running through Noah’s infuriating words in her head over and over again. His arrogance was truly breathtaking. Maya had been making a massive and undeserved concession to even consider having sex with a prick like him, and he had decided to insult her. Noah didn’t just want to fuck her; he wanted to rub her face in it. When it was already humiliating enough in the first place. He was insane. He had fumbled the best deal of his young life. There was no way that Maya would consider having sex with him now. And that was deeply, deeply frustrating to her. Because, even though it would be completely impossible to fuck him now after his obnoxious demands, that meant the pent-up sexual frustration that had been building inside her had nowhere to go. For a few minutes, she considered going back out and giving Noah a piece of her mind. Maybe even trying to convince him to get his head out of his ass and take the generous offer on the table, so to speak. But she knew that she would only be humiliating herself further. That was exactly what Noah wanted. And she wouldn’t get anything further from him unless she swallowed her pride and embarrassed herself for his amusement. Fuck that! Noah could wait a million years if he wanted; she wouldn’t beg for the opportunity to cheat on her husband. He should be the one begging her. So instead, she tried touching herself again. She even let out a few experimental, performative moans, hoping she could drive Noah crazy enough to rethink his insulting stance. It didn’t work. The sound of Noah’s work in the bathroom continued uninterrupted, and eventually Maya had to accept that nothing was going to happen between them that day. She tore off her lingerie in a huff and stashed it back in the bottom of her underwear drawer, then put on some frumpy clothes and stomped down the hall to her home office. Noah didn’t even look up. She spent the rest of the afternoon fuming and failing to get any work done. Noah left quietly without even saying goodbye. Maya had to keep a tight leash on her frustration when her husband got home. She was a simmering knot of anger and shame all evening. She had to excuse herself early to go to bed so that she didn’t bite her poor husband’s head off over some stupid little thing. She lay tossing and turning late into the night, burning with lust and anger and embarrassment. She wouldn’t beg for a worthless little shit like Noah. She couldn’t. It wasn’t worth it. She had to be strong. … Noah was three drinks deep at the club when the first text came in. [I can’t fucking believe you] it read. Noah smirked and shook his head, but made an excuse and left the dance floor, heading for the bathroom. If Maya was in contact again, then it meant she was close to cracking. That was worth putting the blonde seven he was dancing with on ice. He headed into a stall and locked the door behind him, then sat back and texted a response, his thumbs flying over the screen. [I still don’t understand why you’re mad. You keep saying you're this pure wife who just wants to be left alone. Why can’t you just take the win? I’m making it easy for you to stay faithful.] There. That should put her in an uncomfortable spot. That was right where he wanted her right now. So confused and frustrated and horny that submission seemed like the easiest solution. But she wasn’t out of fight yet. [Aren’t young studs like you supposed to be horny? You have a beautiful woman offering you pussy, but you seem uninterested. What, are you gay or something?] It was a pathetic swipe. An obvious attempt to goad him into action. But two could play at that game. Noah thought he had the perfect way to… focus Maya. He eased down his pants, stroked his stiffening cock a few times, then snapped a pic in the dim light of the club bathroom and sent it. [Oh, there’s plenty of interest.] He texted, [I’ll turn that around on you though. I need you to show me how interested you are. None of this “I guess, if we really must” shit. Show me you fucking need it. Until then, I’m out.] With that, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and headed out to the dance floor. He had a good time, ignoring Maya’s increasingly angry and frantic texts for a few hours, until finally… a call came through. And then a voicemail. Noah left the club with a rush of dominant joy in his heart and a hard-on in his pants. The club was too loud to listen to the voicemail, but he was pretty sure he knew what the subject would be. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Maya cracked and gave him exactly what he wanted. Noah got the feeling that he was going to be listening to this voicemail again and again, long after his steamy affair with Maya was over. … Voicemail 4 Beeeep (Maya is silent for a moment, just breathing into the phone as she composes herself) You really are an asshole, you know that? What you’re doing is sick. It’s wrong. You shouldn’t treat a married woman like she’s some sort of… slutty plaything for your amusement. You shouldn’t treat anyone like this! Just the fact that you want me to beg means you’re fucked up. I hope you know that. So… (her voice breaks a little, revealing the embarrassment and arousal beneath her bravado) You want to hear a married woman beg for your cock? Fine. You win. But just because I’m doing this doesn’t mean that you deserve it. It just means that I need it too badly to resist. (Maya’s voice is dripping with need now. She has given in. Purring with lust.) I need you, ok? When I felt your hands on my body the other day, I knew that I would have to feel that again. That rush. That passion. I want to feel you touch and grab and own me. When I felt your cock pressed against me… remember how I pulled away? It wasn’t because I didn’t like how it felt. It was because it felt too fucking good. The second it brushed against me, I wanted to feel that fucking monster inside me. No… before that. The second you sent that fucking picture I wanted to know how that thick, hard cock felt in my hot little hands. In… in my tight, wet cunt. Fuck it feels wrong to say… but it’s true. I want to feel you inside me. I want a real man to stretch me open for once. To fuck me hard into the mattress and make me feel like a dirty girl. You want me to beg? Fuck you… but this is me begging. I want that fucking cock, and you’re going to give it to me. You’re going to fuck me like my husband can’t and make me moan your name. Because that’s the kind of pushy, well-hung jerk that you are. I want you to slap my ass and pull my hair and treat me like the cheating slut I am. No more games. Please. Fuck me. … Maya didn’t know what to think anymore. She had laid everything out on the line yesterday, humiliatingly begging for Noah’s dick. He hadn’t responded. Today was Friday. In theory, the renovation work was supposed to be finishing up today. Would Noah take her up on her offer? Or was this another trick? Would he just laugh at her again and reject her offer? She didn’t bother with the lingerie and robe today. Getting all prepared only to get denied yesterday had been mortifying, and she couldn’t put herself through that again without knowing for sure that Noah would accept her submission. She just wore some simple sweatpants and a t-shirt. Neutral clothes she might wear on any given weekday at home… but she did put the lacy red lingerie on underneath. A part of her burned with desperate hope that Noah would accept her offer. When Greg left in the morning, Maya barely noticed him go. Her mind was on other things. The ring of the doorbell pulled her out of her distracted thoughts with a jerk, sending a flood of adrenaline pulsing through her. Noah was here again for a day of work. He had never responded to her pathetic voicemail last night. Maya had no idea what his reaction would be, but it was time to find out. Butterflies raged in her stomach as she moved to the door, filled with nervous anticipation. She opened the door wide to see Noah’s broad, muscular frame filling the doorway. She stared up to read his expression… but by the time the door was open, he was already moving forward. With one confident movement, his arm snaked around her and pulled her close, while the other reached behind him and slammed the door shut. Maya only had enough time to gasp before his mouth was on hers and they were kissing deeply once again. Suddenly, her back was pressed up against the wall. His hard, muscular body pressed against her, and she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think anymore. Her arms lifted to slip around his neck, then moved upward, twining through his hair as his tongue tangled greedily with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, hot and hard and throbbing even through the layers of clothes between them. In that moment, she didn’t feel any of the guilt or shame or even any of the annoyance at Noah that had plagued her all week. She only felt primal, red-hot lust coursing through her veins, overriding every other instinct. She savored the feeling of his arms around her as they shared a close, passionate kiss. Noah’s hands plucked at her clothes, and she helped him slip them off, pausing their kiss for one breathless moment as the sweater slipped up and off, leaving her once again nearly naked in her entryway, wearing a see-through bra that had only been meant for her husband’s eyes on Valentine's Day. The sweatpants came off a moment later, and then she was left shivering and covered in goosebumps, nearly naked and tingling with desire. “Come on,” said Noah with a smirk, taking her hand and pulling her deeper into the house. “I’m not fucking you standing up. Bed. Now.” His rough, smug tone and his casual confidence in ordering her around made some of Maya’s annoyance come creeping back, and her guilt returned with it. Was she really going to fuck a younger man in the bed she shared with her husband? What exactly had she become? But the tinge of negative feelings wasn’t enough to make her drop Noah’s hand, or convince her not to follow him down the hall to the master bedroom, which Noah barged into as if he owned the place. Noah paused next to the bed and stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing his hard, muscular torso. The sight of it turned the boiling heat inside Maya up another notch and sent her heart beating a little faster. The cocky young man was just so different from her husband. She loved Greg, and this twisted little adventure would never change that. But something about the lean, dangerous muscle of the cocky young man in front of her awoke a raw, throbbing hunger between her legs. A part of her beneath the surface wanted him to take her hard and fast, giving her the toe-curling, liberating orgasm she had been craving all week. The sight of Noah’s toned torso may have turned up the heat on Maya’s lust, but when he took his pants off, she went positively weak in the knees. His thick, throbbing cock jutted up from between his muscular thighs with an arrogance that matched its owner. If anything, the quickly-snapped pics that he had sent her before didn’t do it justice. The sight of another man’s throbbing dick in the bedroom where she had spent so many quiet, tender moments with her husband felt twisted and wrong… but that only added a spicy edge of taboo kinkiness to the heat building up inside Maya. She wanted to feel that magnificent monster inside her as soon as she possibly could. Unfortunately, it seemed like Noah had other plans… he wasn’t quite finished toying with her yet. He stepped forward confidently once again and wrapped his thick, muscle-corded arms around Maya’s smaller, softer body once again, his hands falling to her ass to knead and squeeze with the enthusiasm of someone playing with a new toy. Maya could feel his cock, hard and eager and pulsing with the rapid beat of his heart, pressing tight up against her belly, leaving a hot smear of precum there as he thrust lightly against her soft skin. Maya’s hands slipped down between them, wrapping themselves around Noah’s thick, hard shaft, milking and twisting and savoring the feeling of his powerful manhood in her delicate hands. God, he was a good kisser too… soft and sensual, but with enough power and passion to light Maya on fire. For a moment, she just enjoyed the feeling of the sultry kiss, working her hands slowly up and down his towering shaft. But before long, Maya began to grow impatient. She broke from the kiss, staring up into Noah’s smug, triumphant eyes as she panted with lust. “Enough games. You heard me in my voicemail last night. I admit it. I need you to fuck me. So don’t make me wait.” She grabbed his hand and guided it down between her thighs, so he could feel the wet heat pressing up against the thin red lace of the panties. “It’s yours,” she purred enticingly. “This married pussy is all yours to play with, you bad boy.” She kissed him again, slow and soft and lingering, as his fingers pressed the wet cloth tight to her throbbing cunt. Then she pulled away from the kiss again, a naughty smile quirking up her lips. “You earned it with your cockiness and teasing. Claim your prize.” Noah chuckled… but then pulled his hand away from her pussy. “Not quite yet,” he murmured with a smirk, staring down into her soft, submissive eyes. “There’s one other thing I’ve been looking forward to first.” His hands flowed upward fleetingly over her curves, then rested on her shoulders. Maya was confused for a second… then Noah began applying downward pressure, and she realized exactly what he had in mind. She should have known. Her teasing voicemail about blowjobs had been what really annoyed Noah in the first place. It was only natural that, in his moment of victory, he would want her to back up her teasing words with actions. Maya’s knees hit the floor, and she found herself staring upward at the looming, cocky young man above her, his thick throbbing manhood just inches away from her face. Her mood soured a little at his arrogant demand, and she stared up at Noah with a glare that carried all of the frustration and annoyance she felt at giving in to an asshole like him. But that didn’t stop her from reaching out and stroking his cock while cupping and gently rolling his heavy balls between her fingers. “So this is what you were dreaming about, huh?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, her wrist applying a little twist to her pumping fist. “Demanding that a married woman kneel and suck you off? I bet it makes you feel like a big man to get your way like this.” Maya licked her lips then pursed them, slapping Noah’s cock down onto their pouty softness with a series of lewd, wet noises. “Making a sweet, innocent wife like me give you something that only my husband deserves…” she planted a hot, soft, wet kiss right on the tip of his cock, tasting his salty precum. “... you ought to be ashamed of yourself.” Noah groaned and reached down to seize her head and thrust his cock between her teasing lips. But for now, Maya slapped his hands away. “Wait… If you want what I described in that voicemail, then that’s what you’ll get… so that means first…” She planted a series of kisses up and down Noah’s pulsating shaft, driving him wild, teasing and tempting him with how close her wet little mouth was, without letting him inside. Maya could see how desperate and horny he was getting… it served him right. He was the one who wanted a blowjob before fucking her. Well, he could just stew in his desperation then. She kissed every inch of Noah’s cock while staring up at him with the same wide, submissive gaze she had promised. Then, with a soft smile and purring voice, Maya said, “There… kissed allll over. Just like I promised. And now, I think…” She poked her bubblegum pink tongue out from between her lips and touched it gently to the root of his cock, just above his balls. Noah was snorting and grunting like a bull as she slowly, torturously slid her tongue up the underside of his cock. She could feel it throb under her tongue on the long way to the top. Finally, she reached his bulbous head and swirled her wet tongue around it. “Ok… now you can…” Noah didn’t let her finish the sentence. He was already at his limit. His hands tangled tight in Maya’s hair and pulled her forward roughly, sinking his cock deep into the welcoming heat of her sassy mouth. Maya willingly surrendered control with a little chuckle, gripping her soft lips tight around Noah’s pumping shaft as he thrust into her mouth with tight, controlled strokes. She had teased him enough. Now she wanted to feel his power and control. Noah pressed his cock deep for a moment, holding it there, right against the back of Maya’s throat. She could feel it filling her mouth, pulsing and swollen with masculine power against her tongue. Dominating her completely. She showed her submission, staring up at Noah with soft, willing eyes and bathing every inch of his dick with her soft, swirling tongue. She had never enjoyed blowing her husband very much. But this felt completely different. An act of slutty worship on her knees. Maya pulled back with a gasp, a stream of heated dirty talk dripping from her lips. “That’s right, Noah. Take it. Make my mouth fucking yours. gluck gluck gluck. God yes, turn me into your filthy little cocksucker.” Breaths whistled through her nose as she took him deeper and deeper. Gluck gluck gluck. She wanted to feel him in her throat. Just like she had done for the boys she used to take home from the bars years ago. Just like she had never done for her husband. Her hand rose to milk and stroke Noah’s cock, pleasuring whatever length of his shaft wasn’t in her mouth at the moment as her head bobbed up and down.Maya pushed further. Further. Her body burned with lust, and her tongue danced over the veiny shaft filling her mouth. Noah’s cock pressed against her tight throat, and, in a moment of submissive concentration, she sank deeper, piercing the seal of her throat with his throbbing head. She stared upward, eyes shining with lust, as she took every inch of Noah into her tight throat and held him there. He groaned, clearly making an effort not to cum right on the spot. Maya could feel his cock swell and his balls tighten up against her chin… then Noah withdrew, leaving her coughing and spluttering as he breathed hard, getting a hold of himself. After a second, he seemed to come back from the brink. He stared down at Maya with a rueful look in his eyes. “Oops,” said Maya in mock innocence, smiling slyly and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Did having your dreams come true almost end the fun early? Sorry about that… I guess I’m even better than I thought.” Noah laughed roughly, then bent down and easily scooped Maya up in his powerful arms. “Well then, I guess it’s time to make your dreams come true,” he growled, tossing her back onto the bed and making her gasp. “And this time I promise that the fun isn’t going to stop until we’re both satisfied.” Maya trembled with desire as Noah mounted the bed, his cock jutting and bobbing beneath him as he moved into position between her legs. His strong hands reached down and slid her panties right off, leaving her wet, sensitive pussy tingling in the cold air of the bedroom, craving the sensations she knew would be coming. But just as she was feeling most exposed and vulnerable, and her horniness was peaking, reality crashed over Maya. Strangely, it was her husband’s scent that really brought things home to her. She could smell him on the sheets. The faint whiff of his cologne. His sweat. She could still see his crumpled pajamas from last night tossed near, but not in the hamper. When she looked back to the raging sexual force of nature kneeling between her thighs, cock swinging beneath him and eyes on fire with lust, the whole situation felt wrong. She bit her lip and put her hands on his chest, now doing her best to struggle against the primal desires raging through her. “W-wait,” said Maya in a weak little voice, trying as hard as she could to fight the desire sapping her willpower. “I… I’m sorry. I’m really not trying to tease you, but I can’t. I can’t fucking do this. It’s not right.” Noah stared down at her silently, his eyes narrowed, and Maya felt wracked with guilt. Not just for taking things so far in the first place, but for leading Noah on right up to the point of penetration. He might be an asshole, but that was taking teasing a little too far for anyone. For a moment, Maya worried that he might get angry. But then, shockingly, Noah shook his head and let out a low chuckle. “Cold feet at the very last second, huh?” He scooted back on the bed, and Maya felt a wave of relief as it seemed like he was giving up with good grace.

Then he planted a warm kiss on her tummy that filled it with butterflies. “Well… let’s compromise then,” said the cocky younger man, scooting a little lower and planting another searing kiss on her skin, just above her pubic hair. “Since you were such a good girl and sucked me off, it’s only fair that I return the favor, right? I’m a gentleman after all.”

“N-no, that’s ok, Noah…” whimpered Maya, her face blazing with embarrassed desire. But Noah wasn’t paying attention. His strong, callused hands were spreading her thighs wide. She could feel his warm breath ghosting across the sensitive flesh of her pussy. “You d-don’t need to…” “Relax!” said Noah in a calm voice, smirking up from between her thighs. “We aren’t going to fuck if you don’t want to, and getting eaten out isn’t any more serious than sucking my dick. So you’re in the clear, right?” Maya bit her lip, caught up in the dilemma, her long, luscious legs trembling a little with arousal as Noah pinned down either thigh. It would probably be best to give Noah a firm “no”. After all, they had already gone too far, and it didn’t make sense to continue after she had decided that fucking Noah was wrong. On the other hand, the crisis of conscience hadn’t erased Maya’s arousal, and what Noah was saying made a perverse sort of sense. She had already done something wrong by sucking Noah’s dick… the whole encounter wouldn’t be any worse if he licked her pussy a little. And god fucking damn it… she needed to cum. Besides the kissing and teasing touches, the entire encounter so far had been about servicing Noah’s cock. It felt unfair that she shouldn’t get at least a little action, as long as she was here… Hesitantly, Maya nodded. Noah chuckled once again, smug and arrogant as always. “That’s what I thought…” Maya’s spike of annoyance was melted in an instant as he dived hungrily between her thighs and his hot lips closed over her needy cunt. She moaned and gripped the sheets, overwhelmed with hot, molten desire that poured through her, radiating outward from between her legs. Her sex life with Greg was pretty vanilla, and if blowjobs were an uncommon occurrence, then cunnilingus was practically unheard of. It tended to make her feel a little self-conscious, in fact, so it wasn’t something she even pushed for. But self-consciousness was the last thing on Maya’s mind as Noah busily slurped and sucked between her thighs, devouring her like she was a delicious, juicy piece of fruit. His hands slid down her legs, gripping her ankles to spread them as wide as he could while his wicked tongue flicked and danced over her clit, sending white-hot sparks of sexual pleasure racing through her. The muscles in Maya’s lower belly contracted powerfully. Desperately. It felt better than anything she had experienced sexually in years… maybe even since she had gotten married. But although Noah’s sliding tongue and sucking lips felt amazing, they still didn’t satisfy the powerful cravings that raged inside her. She didn’t want a tongue; she wanted a cock, spreading her open and drilling deep inside her. As Noah’s tongue flicked and teased and turned the heat in her belly up until it was a blazing inferno, that was all Maya could think about. The throbbing cock between his legs. How much she wanted to feel it inside her. Maya wrapped her long, silky-smooth legs around Noah’s head, locking him in and pulling him close. Desperately trying to get enough sensation to satisfy her. Trying to avoid the craving that was growing inside her. She humped her hot, wet pussy against Noah’s mouth with frenzied, muscular little motions of her hips. But it wasn’t enough. Noah had known it wouldn’t be enough. That was why he offered to eat her pussy. Maya knew that she had lost another of Noah’s stupid games. But she was beyond caring. The desperate need inside her had boiled up to the point that it was stronger than her guilt. Noah had gotten what he wanted. Now it was time for Maya to get what she wanted. “Fuck!” she snarled, half-delirious with lust. “You win…” She reached down and gripped Noah’s hair, pulling up off of her pussy. “Fuck me! I need to feel you inside me right fucking now.” Noah grinned up at her, giving her throbbing clit one last sensual lick. “And your loving husband?” he teased. “Don’t you feel bad about doing this to him?” “Fuck my husband,” hissed Maya, beyond caring about Greg right now. “Stop stalling and stick that thick fucking cock in my pussy.” She could worry about the guilt and atonement later. Now she had something much more urgent on her mind. Luckily, Noah was done teasing. He had proved his point that Maya needed his cock. He prowled back up the bed until he was positioned between her thighs once again. Maya’s heart was in her throat again as she started up into his dominant glare, but her hesitation was gone. Her body burned for penetration, and as his hot, bulbous cockhead nuzzled against her lower lips, she let out a little whimper of pure liquid need, her hips tilting and straining upward, ready for what came next. Maya was angry at Noah… angry at herself for giving in to him… angry at Greg for his failure to see how important a good fucking was to her this week. But all that anger was twisted up with her lust now. All that she wanted was cock. The rest could wait. “What are you waiting for?” she demanded in a heated whisper. “Aren’t you going to… mmmmmphffff.” Her defiant words were cut off in a strangled moan as Noah shifted his hips forward, pressing his cock against her pussy, then easily sliding in, smooth as butter. Maya was so wet and ready that her pussy offered no resistance at all, easily enveloping his cock in its snug, wet heat. “Oh my fucking God, you’re so big!” gushed Maya in a tone that was half gasping shock and half breathy arousal. She probably sounded like she was some bimbo on a porn set rather than an adult woman who had plenty of sexual experience, but she couldn’t help it. It was simply true. She felt totally filled. Noah’s cock gave a satisfying stretch that her husband’s adequate, but unexceptional penis simply couldn’t match. Maya reached up and grabbed Noah’s head, looking him square in the eyes as her pussy contracted and squeezed tight around him. “Show me what that thick fucking cock can do, bad boy,” she purred. “You wanted this married pussy, you got it. Now show me that I made the right choice.” Noah didn’t reply with words. He let his body do the talking. His hips moved with muscular, confident strength, pumping deep into Maya’s pussy with every stroke, stretching her wide and making her feel every inch of his masculine power. Maya let out a low, luxuriating moan as sexual satisfaction rolled through her. “Uggggh, fuck yes. Take me, Noah. Fuck me! Harder! Harderrr, Yes!” Her back arched, and her hips humped upward into his thrusts, milking his cock on every backstroke. It was possibly the most satisfying sex she had ever had in her life. Maya reached up and gripped Noah’s head, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss as he impaled her again and again, deep and firm and sensual. His hands rose to her tits, teasing and pinching and pulling, adding a whole new dimension to her pleasure as the sensations of his plunging cock, teasing fingers and bold tongue blended together. Fuck he’s good, thought Maya deliriously as she lost herself in the erotic rhythm for a long few satisfying minutes. She had once thought that Noah was bullshitting when he bragged about fucking other married women on the job, but if this performance was anything to judge by, it made sense that he had repeat customers. After a few more minutes of delirious pleasure, Noah pulled away from the kiss and stared down into Maya’s eyes, panting lightly with a wide, triumphant grin. “Ready to cum?” he asked with a wink, never slowing his pumping rhythm. “I’ll get you off first, then it’ll be my turn.” Even in the heat of sex, Maya couldn’t help but scoff. “Hold on there, hotshot,” she said in a breathy voice. “You’re doing great. I’ll admit it. But making a woman orgasm is a little more complicated than flipping a switch. You can’t just do it in a second because you want to. Let’s just keep going, and we’ll see if you get there.” “Mmmm, but you’re wrong,” said Noah confidently, pressing forward even harder and flexing his cock inside her to illustrate his point. “You’re going to be a good girl for me and cum whenever I want you to. In fact, I’m so confident that I want to make a little bet. If I can’t make you cum in two minutes, I’ll let your hubby win in our price negotiations and knock a couple hundred bucks off the renovation. Let the poor guy have a win after emasculating him behind his back.” Maya snorted and shook her head, but it became a whimper as Noah gave her a few more strokes of his cock to wipe the incredulity off her face. “Mmmmph… And… and if you win?” she gasped. “When I win, I get to cum on your face,” said Noah smugly. Maya grimaced. If he had just straight up asked her if he could cum on her face, she obviously would have refused. It was gross and demeaning. The kind of thing that only guys who had been watching way too much porn wanted to do. And Noah probably knew that. That was why he had initiated this stupid little bet. But it was a bet that Maya was inclined to take. She had enough self-control to hold off for two minutes, and, even if Noah had meant it mockingly, giving her poor husband a win did feel like a good idea. “Fine. Two minutes,” she said simply, preparing to sit back and concentrate on unsexy thoughts until she won. Noah didn’t give her the chance. He shifted their position, moving Maya’s long, shapely legs so that her thighs pressed against his rock-hard abs and her ankles dangled over each of his broad shoulders. Maya had just enough time to realize that she felt even more overpowered and dominated in this position before Noah began thrusting, his hips picking up the pace and beginning to slam into her faster and faster, filling the room with wet slapping noises and making slick, syrupy juices of arousal slide down Maya’s ass in fat droplets to stain the marital bed below. Maya let out an inarticulate whine, unprepared for the intensity of Noah’s sudden burst of passion. She had intended to focus on other things and easily win… but it was impossible to focus on anything but the thick, throbbing cock sheathing itself in her slick, tight cunt over and over, pinning her down onto the mattress with its masculine force. To her horror, Maya found that she was already on the edge of climax after just a few seconds. She hung on desperately, trying her hardest not to orgasm and show exactly how pathetic she was. She couldn’t let Noah think she was just another of his horny sluts that he could fuck to screaming orgasm at the drop of a hat. But Maya could already tell by the end of the first minute that she was going to lose. The contorted position that Noah had pushed her into was angling her hips just right for maximum deep penetration, and she was biting her lip hard to try to somehow hold back the rising tide of pleasure inside her. She didn’t stand a chance when Noah reached down and laid his rough, powerful workman’s hand on her throat. He didn’t squeeze tight. He applied just enough pressure to remind her that he had won. That he set out to fuck her and had succeeded. To remind her that he was going to make her cum all over his cock, mark his territory by splattering her face with his semen, then fleece her gullible husband of a couple extra hundred bucks. Fucking bastard. Maya felt the pleasure roaring through her rise to a crescendo, and Noah asked her, “Whose is it? Who owns this pussy, Maya?” “Fucccck!” Maya whined as orgasm gripped her. “Yooouuuu. You own this fuckking pusssy! Oh Goodddd, fuck me, Noah! Make it yours! Fuck my married pussy and make me cum!” Her back arched dramatically, and her thighs trembled, trapped and pinned by Noah’s body as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. Her toes curled and strained, and her pussy clenched tight, milking Noah’s cock for all it was worth as powerful waves of pleasure crashed over her. She had never cum the hard before in her life, and her pleasure melted and mixed with the guilt of betraying her husband and the shame of losing so easily to the cocky young. “Good girl,” groaned Noah with a few last pumps. “And now… It’s my turn.” He withdrew from Maya, leaving her feeling hollow, and scrambled up the bed. Maya found herself face-to-face with his swollen cock, dripping with her juices. Her belly flipped and twisted as she realized that it was time for her to pay up. But right now, still feeling the throes of the best orgasm of her life, Maya thought that, in a twisted way, Noah deserved his prize. He began to jerk himself off, but Maya reached up and pushed his hands away, taking up the task herself. Her hands pumped up and down his thick shaft with rapid speed, her juices of arousal making her hands glide and squish. “Come on then,” she purred in an orgasm-roughened voice. “You want to cover my pretty face with cum? You won, so I guess you earned it. Let me tell you a little secret… you’re the first man that I’ve ever let cum on my face.” Noah gave a little grunt of surprise, and Maya could feel his cock swell in her hands. Ooohhh…. He liked that. “That’s right,” she purred, staring up into his eyes with a sultry smirk. This face is virgin territory, so to speak. Do you want to make a hot sticky mess all over it? Well then, do it. I’m ready for my first-ever facial. Cum for me. Cum all over my pretty married face in my husband's bed.” Noah groaned deeply, and then a hot rope of thick, sticky semen erupted from his cock, splattering over Maya’s lips and chin. Her hand kept moving, and her tongue poked out curiously, taking in just a tiny taste of his primal, salty essence. As she did, Noah’s cock jumped again, splashing hot sperm across Maya’s cheek, gluing one eye shut in a puddle of hot, creamy white. He kept going, draining his balls, spattering Maya in cum as her pumping hand milked out every last drop onto her upturned face. It was degrading. And filthy. And somehow red-hot. A fitting end to a week-long affair that was also all three. Finally, the last drop was gone, and Maya lay panting on the bed, face dripping with the semen of a young cocky prink who loomed above her on his knees, grinning down as if burning the image into his memory. Then, with a sigh, he bounced up out of the bed and began hunting for his clothes. Maya watched Noah through her one open eye and lay back on the pillows, fidgeting a little and crossing her legs. His rough fucking had felt amazing while it was happening, but she was already starting to feel sore. “So,” she asked flatly, “What now?” Noah looked up at her with a raised eyebrow as he stepped into his boxers. “I mean… now I finish your fucking bathroom so I don’t fall behind schedule. And as for you… I might do a load of laundry and wash those sheets.” She had meant something a bit more profound and broad than that, but Noah’s closed-off tone was its own answer. He wasn’t looking for a passionate love affair. He had gotten exactly what he wanted: wild sex with an older married woman. It was actually sort of a relief. Maya hadn’t asked because she wanted more from him. She had asked because if Noah did want more, she wasn’t sure she would be strong enough to say no. A moment later, Noah was dressed. He winked at her on the way out of the bedroom door, and then Maya was alone. The guilt was creeping back in. Once again, now that she was satisfied and Noah had returned to work, the reminders of her husband seemed to be everywhere. Maya sighed, used a pillowcase to wipe some gunk off her face, and got out of bed to face the future. … One Month Later[Hey. How have you been?] Maya felt her heart skip a beat as she saw the text. She had assumed that she would never hear from Noah again. The bathroom renovation had been finished up a few days after she and Noah had sex. Greg was still pissy that he had been charged extra for what Noah had claimed were "unavoidable complications”. Noah never had a conversation longer than a few words with Maya again after they fucked. He had gotten what he wanted. Maya felt crushing guilt for a few weeks, hating herself for her weakness and her betrayal of Greg. But all emotions fade with time. She was already starting to feel better. Greg hadn’t noticed the difference, as always, and Maya had found a few ways to secretly make it up to him. Greg became the second-ever man to give her a facial just last week, for example. But, as she stared down at the unexpected text, an old familiar feeling pulsed through Maya. Guilt and arousal blended inside her. She glanced across the room to where Greg was reading a book, then rapidly texted back. [Why are you texting me? I thought we were finished with each other.]Noah replied almost immediately. [I thought so too. But I can’t get that day out of my head. You’re different than the other girls. I’m not ready to be done yet.] Before Maya could even reply, a picture came through that sent a wet, hot jolt of lust through her lower belly. Noah’s cock, hard and thick and throbbing for her. Her mind flashed back to that day… feeling it in her hand… her mouth… her pussy. With a flash of annoyance, she jumped up from the couch, crossed the room, and gave her husband a kiss. He looked up with a confused expression and said mildly, “Oh! Hey babe, what’s up?” “Nothing, dear,” said Maya lightly, clutching her phone in her hand. “Just going to use the bathroom. Be right back.” As she turned away, Maya’s lips tightened into an expression of annoyance and determination. Her belly swirled with butterflies. She would have to send Noah another voicemail. Just to give him a piece of her mind. The End... at least for now