TOTAL STRANGERS cum inside her asshole! What a filthy slut hotwife

Ohhh just reading the title alone has me squirming in my seat, feeling my cock start to rigidly stiffen behind my pants. Total strangers, pumping load after thick, gooey load deep into a married woman’s tight asshole? Oh the filth, the depravity, the sheer carnal pleasure of it all. Be still my beating heart! But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s rewind a bit and set the stage for this deliciously naughty piece.

Picture this: shy, demure, and oh-so-innocent Lila has been married to her Mr. Micawber of a husband, Wilfred, for going on five years now. They’re your perfect little couple – he’s an accountant, she’s a school teacher, they live in a quaint little suburban rancher with the white picket fence. The neighbors adore them. Lila’s the first to volunteer for bake sales and garden club cleanups.

But this picture-perfect facade hides a dark truth. Early on in their marriage, Lila’s friends had planted decidedly wicked thoughts into her head. “What’s marriage without a liaison?” they’d chuckle. “Go on, do a little experimentation on the side. Your hubby doesn’t need to know!” At first, Lila scoffed at the idea. She loved Wilfred with all her heart – why would she ever want to fool around with some other man?

But over time, ever so slowly, little thoughts, daydreams, and fantasies began to creep in at the edges. What would it be like to kiss someone else? To feel another man’s hands caress her curves? To experience the thrill of engaging in something totally taboo, the rush of forbidden pleasure? Lila knew those thoughts were wrong, sinful even, but she couldn’t help herself. The fantasy slowly festered, eating away at her until she knew she couldn’t take it any longer.

So one uncharacteristically bold day, Lila posted an ad on Craigslist. It was innocuous, really – just a few sentences talking about her desires, her needs, her burning curiosity. Surely nothing would come of it. Who would ever answer a call like that from a married woman?

But answer they did. Oh did they ever answer. Dozens of emails, many more phone calls, sometimes up to a dozen without rhyme or reason. Lila knew this was a dangerous game to play, but she couldn’t help it. Her body yearned for more.

She decided to meet up with them in person, a sneaking, skulking little rendezvous at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town. All sorts of men came – young bucks, grizzled veterans, shy little men, confident charmers. All of them had a hunger in their eyes that matched Lila’s own.

At first, it was a bit of a furor – one or two introducing themselves, kissing her neck, muttering obscenities in her ear. Lila had to pinch herself – could this all be real? But it certainly was. One tall drink of water, his full name Tank, came over and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss, more arousing than anything she’d experienced up until that point. His hands snaked under her miniskirt, grabbing two big handfuls of Lila’s bubbling booty.

“Mmmm I see you’ve been hitting the gym, darling,” Lila giggled. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her mind reeling from Tank’s touch. But she was wrong in assuming this was all he had in store.

One swift motion, and Tank had shoved her panties to the side, his huge cock already springing free and rubbing against Lila’s puffy pussy lips. “Yeah but you’ve been hitting the pumpkin patch, missy,” he growled.

Oh my oh my oh my! The sheer insolence of the man, to strike up such an impolite conversation with one of the most virtuous women in town! But Lila couldn’t help but love every second of it. Tank showed no sign of slowing his approach, so she spread her legs wider.

The first thrust, sliding so deeply into her sodden slit, made her see stars. Her head spun, her lungs burned, her spine arched as she wrapped her arms around the tall drink of water’s chest. “Holy shit,” she murmured. She’d never been stretched quite like this before.

Tank was certainly no expert himself in matters of proper handling of women, but he had no problem showing Lila a good time. Grunting and panting like an animal, he summarily began pounding into her at a breakneck pace, clearly not caring about quality over quantity. But still, the sheer size of him was enough to make Lila squirt all over the hotel bed on more than one occasion.

“Oh jesus,” the young woman groaned. “You’re fucking me so good.” Her legs were splayed in two directions, one wrapped around Tank’s trim waist, the other propped up against his shoulder as he drilled away at her bare cunt. Inside, her pussy was tight, engorged, and aching for more of this young stud’s fantastic fucking.

Tank was proving to be quite the inconsiderate companion, but still Lila couldn’t get enough. His thick, throbbing, veiny cock was giving her the maximum pleasure it could. Sweat dribbled down her face and onto the pillow as he mumbled into her ear, his words lost in the grunts and groans of his exertion.

For her part, Lila did her best to respond in kind. “Oh yes daddy,” she whimpered. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She could feel her pussy beginning to spasm, his cock rubbing against all the right spots inside her according to her husband’s guidebook back at home. And yet, still he continued pounding away.

Finally, in something of a mercy, Tank pulled out, his cock slick with her fluids. Grabbing a small bottle of lube from his jeans, he began slicking up his shaft. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing back there?” Lila called out, confused and suddenly scared. Surely, no gentleman would dare to think of something so…

Oh, her fears were most tragically accurate. In the next moment, Tank was lining his fat cockhead back up, rubbing it against her pink pucker. As he pushed forward, Lila let out a scream of shock. “OW! NO! PLEASE NO! Oh fuck, please, not there!”

But it was too late. Shove after shove, he was driving forward, plundering her most sacred hole with his leaking, angry red cock. Tears streamed down her face as he grunted and groaned in her ear. He clearly wasn’t familiar with the rules of polite anal fucking. Slap after slap rained down on her bruised cheeks as he hissed, “Yeah you like that, don’tcha slut? You like getting your asshole wrecked by a real man?”

Miserably, poor little Lila could only think to nod along in agreement, whimpering and gasping for air all the while. Her insides felt like they were on fire, stretched to the breaking point by his enormous prick. As he slammed forward, she could feel the shockwaves radiating through her entire body.

Finally, after an eternity of abuse, he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against her sore taint. For a moment, Lila thought he’d brought his depravity to an end, but no, Tank had much, much more in store. With a throaty laugh, he reached down to her clit and began rubbing the pearl as he slowly drew back. “Yeah you love this shit don’t you, you dirty fucking whore?”

Spasm after spasm of pleasure shot through Lila’s abused body as he continued stroking her sensitive nub, slowly pumping inside her in the process. It was, she reluctantly admitted to herself, perhaps the finest moment of her life. She may have been debasing herself, but it all felt so good.

Finally, with a loud cry of ecstasy, Tank bottomed out one more time and painted her insides white with his thick, creamy load. As it splashed over and over against her ravaged rectum, Lila let out a surprised gasp. She could feel it easing the ache inside her, at least for a moment.

As his strokes began to slow, Tank gave her backside a swat and a congratulatory little laugh. “That wasn’t half bad, missus. You should join the other wives over here sometime to get your fill.”

Heaving herself up with shaking arm, Lila could only nod along in sad agreement, letting a rivulet of jism drool down to the motel’s dirty sheets. Yes, yes she would have to come again. And again, and again, and again… oh how sinful!