The Madrid Affair Pt 2 [F44/M46] [hot wife] [masturbation] [blowjob]

Link to part 1: The Madrid Affair Pt 1

Dylan awoke in the middle of the night in their Madrid apartment bedroom, the pitch darkness wrapping around him like velvet. Soft sighs and light moaning drifted through the air. Even without seeing, he knew the sounds were coming from his sexy wife, Sara, beside him.

He lay still for a moment, listening. Ever since Sara’s first “soft” threesome two weeks ago with him and his super attractive Spanish pádel partner, Carlos, she had been utterly insatiable. That night had been mind-blowing—limited to heavy petting, deep kissing, and plenty of oral—but it had unlocked something primal in her. Now they were fucking one or two times a day, sometimes more. On the rare nights they didn’t, Dylan would wake to exactly this: Sara pleasuring herself in the dark, her quiet moans filling the room as she chased another orgasm.

Dylan loved it. He loved how charged and hungry she was. When he caught her like this, he would simply stroke his own cock in silence, rock-hard from the sheer intensity of her desire. He often wondered if she was thinking about Carlos during these midnight sessions—those strong hands, that thick Spanish cock she had eagerly sucked while Dylan watched.

Tonight, the sounds were particularly needy. Dylan reached over, sliding his hand along the inside of her spread thigh. Her feet were planted flat on the bed, knees pointing up, her hips gently undulating against her own fingers. 

Sara moaned softly at his touch, while continuing to pleasure herself.  She reached over with her free hand and wrapped her fingers around Dylan’s hard cock—he had already pulled it out and been stroking it slowly. “Oh Carlos,” she whispered into the darkness, her voice thick with lust, “your cock is so hard.”

The sound of his wife moaning another man’s name sent a hot jolt straight to Dylan’s groin. His cock surged, swelling even thicker in her grip.

“Come put your thick cock in my mouth, Carlos… I want to suck you,” Sara breathed.

Dylan didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, kneeling beside her head, his rigid cock just an inch from her parted lips. Below, her fingers were still sliding up and down her soaked pussy and swollen clit, her hips grinding in rhythm.

Sara turned her head, mouth opening wide. “Fuck my mouth, Carlos. I want to make you cum again,” she moaned.

Dylan pressed forward, sliding his cock between her lips and deep into her warm, wet mouth until he felt her throat. A deep, shared moan escaped them both.

Sara’s desire was uncontrollable. Her hips lifted off the bed as she fingered herself harder and faster, sucking Dylan’s cock with greedy, sloppy enthusiasm. Wet sounds filled the dark room—her fingers plunging into her pussy, her lips and tongue working his shaft.

She began bucking hard, her orgasm building fast. “Oh god, I’m going to come, Carlos,” she moaned loudly, letting his cock slip from her mouth for a second. “Let me suck you while I cum.”

Dylan thrust back in immediately. The first wave hit her and she sucked him even harder, her body clenching tight. Then her entire frame shuddered violently as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, juices coating her hand and thighs as she cried out around his cock.

Dylan was right on the edge. He started stroking his cock into her mouth in steady strokes while her tongue flicked wildly over his swollen head. “Cum in my mouth, Carlos,” Sara urged desperately.

Hearing his wife beg for another man’s load pushed Dylan over. With a guttural groan, he exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into Sara’s mouth. She held him there, sucking greedily, swallowing every drop until he was completely drained.

Panting and spent, Dylan collapsed beside her. They fell into a deep, satisfied sleep almost instantly, bodies tangled together. As he drifted off, Dylan wondered whether Sara had been fully awake… or lost in a vivid dream about Carlos the entire time. Either way, he couldn’t wait to see how much further her hunger would take them.