I grabbed the buzzing phone off the nightstand.  

“You’re not going to answer that, are you?” Sarah asked.

She was on her back in my bed.  Her thick thighs were spread wide exposing her fat pink pussy lips.  She was still trembling from the orgasm I’d given her with my tongue.  

“Of course not,” I told her.

I glanced at the phone.  Stela was trying to send a video call.  Her flight left in a couple of hours.  She was in the bathroom of her beach house wearing nothing but a towel.  

“I need you to fuck me one more time,” Sarah pleaded.  “I have to go home and get ready for work soon.”

“I wouldn’t dream of letting you down,” I answered.  “It’s Stela.  Want to show her what we are up to?”

Sarah crossed her arms over her big tits. She made a pouty face.  

“You’re not going to post it online, are you?”

“I would never do that.”

“I can trust you?” Sarah asked.

“Yes.  I promise.”  

“Ok,” she said.

She uncovered her big tits and flashed her beautiful grin.  Her sexy dark hair with its fiery red streaks was splayed out on the white pillowcase.  She knew how to be sexy.

“Act like she’s not even there,” I told Sarah.

I let the video call connect.  I put the camera on Sarah’s smiling face.

“Is that Sarah?” Stela asked.  “She’s still there?”

Stela and I had met Sarah the previous day.  We’d been looking to meet a woman for no strings fun on a hookup app.  It was Stela’s first threesome.  It was also her first sexual experience with another woman.  The three of us had taken turns pleasing one another.  Afterward, Sarah fell asleep in my bed and Stela had to go back to her place and her sleeping husband. 

I didn’t acknowledge Stela’s question on the phone.  I just panned the camera down Sarah’s voluptuous body.  She had big, perky young tits, a soft belly, the olive-toned skin shared by most Mediterranean women.  

“Can you hear me?” Stela asked.

Instead of answering, I moved the camera up and down, as if shaking my head.

Then I focused on Sarah’s pussy.  I rubbed it with the tip of my fat cock.  She moaned with pleasure.

“Yes, daddy,” Sarah moaned. “I need it.”

“This cock is all yours right now, Sarah,” I said.

I glanced at the camera.  Stela was frowning.  Her eyes had gotten big. 

I split Sarah’s pussy lips open with my cock.  I got the camera nice and close. I slid into her pussy without a condom.  She moaned.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” Stela said. “It’s working.  I wish that was me.”

I brought my cock out slowly.  I kept the camera close so Stela could see my shaft glistening with Sarah’s juices.

“I want to fuck you nice and hard,” I told Sarah.

“Yes, daddy.”

I pulled the camera back so her face and torso were in view.  I panned up and down so Stela could see everything.  Sarah smiled and closed her eyes.  She teased her nipples.

“I want to make those big, sexy titties bounce.”

“Yes, daddy,” Sarah said.  “Fuck me rough.  Use me like a dumb slut.”

I drove my cock into her.  Her big tits bounced.

“You like my titties, daddy?” Sarah asked.

She cupped one in her hand and lifted it toward her mouth.  Her tongue snaked out and flicked her own nipple.

“I love your tits,” I told her.  “I love your smile.  I love how wet your young pussy gets.”

“I don’t know if I should be annoyed or turned on,” Stela said.  “I’m a little of both.”

She propped her phone up at the base of the tub.  Then she stepped back and dropped her towel.  Her tight, fit body and small perky tits were a sharp contrast to Sarah’s curvy figure.

I fucked Sarah harder.  I knew held the camera so Stela could see Sarah’s big tits bounce with each thrust.

Stela responded by sitting in front of the camera.  She spread her legs apart to show off her tight little pussy.  She rubbed her clit.

“I bet I can cum first,” Stela said.

I didn’t doubt her words.  Stela could get very aroused quickly and cum often.  She rubbed her pussy for the camera.  She bit her lip.

“I wish you were here fucking me,” she said.  “My pussy needs you.”

I responded by fucking Sarah harder.

“Yes,” she grunted.  “Fuck me like that.” 

It was hard to hold the camera steady.  Sarah’s sexy curves were a turn on.  She moaned and writhed in the sheets.  

Stela started whimpering.  She rubbed her pussy frantically.  I couldn’t bother with the camera anymore.  I put my phone on the bed next to Sarah and switched to the reverse camera so all Stela could see is my sweaty torso as I fucked Sarah.

My eyes went back and forth between the women.  Stela rubbed her pussy and whimpered quietly.  Sarah was loud and vocal taking my hard cock.

Stela was true to her word.  I recognized the signs of her pending orgasm.  She bit her lips to keep quiet.  She let out a high pitched whine through clenched teeth.  Her sexy little body trembled on the camera.  

I fucked Sarah as hard as I could.  As attractive as she was, I wanted to be in Stela.  I pounded Sarah’s pussy.  Her tits bounced wildly.

“Fuck.  I’m going to cum,” she said.

Sarah was a sexy screamer.  Stela sat catching her breath and listened to the other woman cum through the phone.  

I pulled my cock out and picked up the phone.  I switched the camera back to focus on Sarah’s torso.

“You want this hot load don’t you?” I asked

She nodded. 

“Yes.  Give it to me.”

I stroked my glistening wet cock rapidly.  I grunted.  My cum shot out all over Sarah’s big tits and face.  Stela watched it all.

I turned the camera back to my face, smiled at Stela, then disconnected.  I’d never said a word to her.

Sarah took a quick shower and rushed home to get ready for work.  I took my time cleaning up and getting dressed.  Then I packed my things and headed to the airport.

I’d neglected to tell Stela that we were on the same flight.  Days earlier she’d tortured me as I sat in the airport by calling and masturbating when I couldn’t play along.  It was my turn to push her buttons.

Her husband knew I existed.  She’d been given permission to meet me in public and to spend the night with me.  He didn’t know what I looked like, though.  He didn’t want to see my profile or face picture. He just wanted a picture of my hand spreading his wife’s thigh and touching her tits.  He also didn’t know that I’d followed them on their vacation at his wife’s invitation and the two of us had been meeting to fuck after he went to sleep.

I spotted Stela and her family before she saw me in the waiting area. She was sitting with her children, husband, and parents.  I sat down a safe distance away from them and opened my laptop to do some work.  Several minutes passed before my phone buzzed.

“What are you doing?” she wrote.

I glanced across the waiting area. She was staring at me.  

“Just waiting for my flight,” I wrote back.  “You look amazing, as always.”

She was dressed like every other traveling mom in black yoga pants and a white t-shirt over and a light gray warm-up jacket.  Her hair was pulled back under a cap.  

“I do not,” she wrote back. “You didn’t tell me you were on the same flight.”

“You do,” I said honestly. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

Her family took up six of the eight seats in first class when we boarded.  I was in a front-row window seat next to a random business traveler.  I never looked back the entire time. I didn’t put my phone on WiFi so Stela couldn’t message me.  At some point, she came forward to the first-class lavatory.  I looked up, smiled politely, then looked away.  When we got home I quickly got off the plane and never looked back.  My phone buzzed repeatedly with texts that I ignored.

I didn’t answer until much later in the day when she called.  She was sitting alone in the driver’s seat of her car.

“I’m going out to pick up some groceries,” she said. “You’re driving me crazy today.  I think you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Maybe so,” I responded with a smirk.

“First you made me watch you fuck another woman.  And I ended up touching myself while you did it.”

“I didn’t make you do anything.  You called me. You could have disconnected.”

“I couldn’t,” she said.  “I was jealous and wet and I had to see what happened.”

“That was your choice.”

“Then you show up at the airport when I’m with my family.  You ignore me.  My heart is racing the whole time thinking that I’m going to give something away.  And my panties were drenched from the thrill of maybe being caught. I wanted to slap you and then fuck you.”

“So you’re glad I did it?”

“I don’t know!” she said. “I’ve never had a man take control the way you do and ignore what I care about.  And then you ignored all my texts.”

“I was waiting for you to call.”

“When can I see you?” she asked.  “I have to see you again.”

“Off the books?  Or for our last date?”

She paused.

“I can’t keep doing it off the books,” she said. “It has to be the last time.  I’m supposed to be a hotwife.  That was the compromise I made with my husband.  I have to follow his rules.  I can’t have another affair.”

“You’ve been breaking the rules all week.”

“I know,” she said.  “Maybe just bending them.”

“You broke them.”

“You’re right,” she said.  “I enjoyed myself.  I enjoyed being with you.  It was a vacation.  It was fun.  We can’t keep going, though.  He would be so upset if he found out.  I’ll get emotionally involved.  You have to let me go.”

“So the next time is our last night together?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“In that case,” I responded.  “I don’t want to rush into it.  I want it to be special.  I think we should wait until next weekend.”

“That’s five days away!”

“Six, actually,” I responded.  “I was thinking of Saturday.”

Stela was speechless for once.

“I don’t want to wait,” she said.

“I don’t want it to be our last night together.”

“You’re cruel,” she said.  “You’re cruel.  You have to let me go.”

“Then I want it to be special.  You’ll have to wait until next Saturday.  Tell your husband you won’t be home until the next morning.”

I disconnected before she could say anything else.  I was playing a game that I was certain I wouldn’t lose.  Stela might be annoyed, but she wasn’t going to pass up seeing me one last time.  I was the only man who’d ever fulfilled her sexual desires.  Worst case, we would spend one last amazing night together and go our separate ways.  I’d move on to someone else and she’d go back to being an unsatisfied wife looking for fun outside her marriage and coming up.

Stela had been drawn to me because she wanted a dominant man.  She wanted to be desired and she wanted to be controlled.  I wanted to break her will. I wanted her to disregard the rules. Gorgeous hotwives who are just starting to explore their sexuality are a rare breed.  Stela was more than just a fling.  There was room for intimacy to grow. I wanted her to realize how much she needed it.

She spent the entire week trying to lure me into a video call or at least dirty texts.  She sent pictures of her gorgeous body in lingerie.  She told me she needed me and couldn’t stop thinking about my cock. I was polite but refused to engage.  Each time I told her I was looking forward to our last night together on Saturday.

By Thursday she was offering another off the books rendezvous that her husband didn’t need to know about.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I wrote back.  

I sent another text telling her where we should meet on Saturday evening.

“Where a skirt and a nice blouse,” I told her.  “NO bra.”

She tried to get more details and I ignored her.  Then she tried to be bratty in order to get my attention. I didn’t give in.  Stela was used to getting her way. In the past, I’d allowed her little moments of control to avoid pushing her away. I wouldn’t give in again.  Her texts vacillated wildly from angry to apologetic to desperate, but on Saturday she was well-behaved and just eager to be together.

She met me at my house, as instructed.  I was waiting out front.  I met her at her car.

“You can leave your care here.  Bring your overnight bag,” I told her.

I led her to my parked car and opened the passenger door.  

“We’re not going in?” she asked.

“We’re going out.”

“I’m not really dressed for that,” she said.  “And what if we see people I know?”

“We’re not going out here,” I answered.

Stela was definitely confused.  I wanted it that way.  She looked amazing in skinny black heels and stockings.  Her collarless blouse was iron-gray silk with buttons down the front and she wore a black fishtail skirt that hugged her muscular ass and showed off her slender figure.  The skirt had large, sheer panels on each side that showed her fit legs.  When she moved I could see the garters holding up her lace top stockings.

“I’m really not comfortable going out dressed like this,” she said.  “I thought I was just going straight into your house.”

“Did your husband see you in that outfit?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“What did he think?”

“He didn’t say.  I think he approves of me wearing it to see you.  He would never approve it for him.”

“You look gorgeous, Stela.  Perfect for going out.”

“Thank you,” she said.  

“Maybe one adjustment.  Open a few more buttons on your blouse.”

“How many?”

“Three.”

She nodded and obey.  Her blouse hung open practically exposing her small tits.  I turned down the air conditioner in the car while we drove.  Her hard nipples showed through the soft fabric.

Stela tried to get more information on what was happening, but I didn’t answer.  We drove about forty minutes to an affluent suburban down with a high-end hotel on a golf course.  Stela tried to put my hand on her knee during the drive but I resisted. She ended up rambling mostly about her week and playing tennis and going back to yoga and her personal trainer after taking time off on her vacation.

She was surprised when I pulled up to the hotel.  Our first night together had been in a high rise back in the city.

“Why’d we come all the way out here?” 

“So we can sit down to dinner like a couple.”

She smiled.

“That almost sounds romantic.”

I took her hand to help her out of the car.  Her nipples were still rock hard from the air conditioning.  She reached up to button her top and I shook my head. If she moved the wrong way or walked to fast her blouse was flutter open and expose her tits.

I put my hand firmly on her ass and held her close to me.  The bellhop arched his eyebrow but didn’t say a word as he grabbed our bags. I handed the valet my keys and proceeded to the lobby with my hand on Stela’s ass like she was my property.

I guided her to the front desk and told the man working that we were there to check-in.  As he pulled up the reservation I squeezed Stela’s ass.  She let out a little squeal.  I pulled her closer to me and kissed her neck.  I nibbled at her ear.  People in the lobby stared.

“Can you send our bags up to our room?” I asked the guy checking us in.  “We’re going to go straight to the restaurant.  If we go upstairs first we may never leave.”

Stela didn’t know how to react.  She was petrified and aroused.  I made a show of rubbing her ass and kissed her neck again.

A bellhop took our bags and we walked to the restaurant.  

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Tonight, I’m making sure everyone knows you belong to me,” I said.

She let out an audible sigh.

“Fuck,” she mumbled.  “Now my panties are soaked.”

“How are you going to prove that to me?” I asked.  It was a call back to our first meeting.

“This skirt is way too tight for you to feel,” she said with a smirk.

We got a table in the hotel’s high-end steakhouse.  I ordered wine and a multicourse meal.  Stela was in favor of getting less and going upstairs.  Instead, I made her wait.  We sad on adjacent sides of the table and I massaged her thigh all through dinner.  I leaned over and kissed her neck.  I lifted her chin and kissed her lips.  I showered her with possessive attention for nearly two hours.  

“My husband would be so embarrassed if I asked him to kiss me in a dining room like this,” she said.  

“That’s why your husband doesn’t own you,” I said.  “I do.  Until sunup, at least.”

I signed the bill and put my hand back on Stela's ass when she stood up.  We walked to the elevator.  People stared at the open display of affection and lust.  

We weren’t alone on the ride up.  I pulled Stela to the back corner and kissed her. I squeezed her ass.  She didn’t resist, even though the other passengers were obviously uncomfortable.

Our room was a suite on the top floor.  I took Stela’s hand and led her to the door.  I pressed her against the wall and kissed her in the hallway.  We were completely alone.  I opened two more buttons on her blouse.  Her breasts were completely exposed.  I kissed the inside of each one and sucked her nipples. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned softly.

Finally, I stopped long enough to unlock the door. The bed was turned down and covered in rose petals. Champagne was chilling in a stand and two glasses were on a silver serving tray.

“This is our last night,” I said.

Stela nodded.

“Let’s not talk about that now,” she responded.

“Tonight you submit to me completely,” I told her.  

She nodded.

I put my hand around her slender waist and pulled her close to me.  We kissed passionately.

“You’re going to undress for me,” I told her.  “Just like our first night together.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

We moved to the bedroom.  I stood at the foot of the bed with Stela a few feet in front of me.

“Spin slowly,” I told her.

She slowly spun around.  Again, I could see her garter belt through the sheer portions of her skirt.  I could see her tits with her blouse almost completely unbuttoned.  

I stepped closer and pulled her to me again. I couldn’t resist kissing her lips and neck.  I found the zipper on her skirt and pulled it down.  

“Take it off,” I told her.

I stepped away.  Stela wiggled out of the tight skirt.  It fell to the floor around her dark heels.  She stepped out of it.  Her thong was black lace and matched the black garter belt holding up her lacy stockings.

“Turn around,” I told her again.

She slowly spun for a second time.  Her perfect, muscular ass cheeks looked amazing in the thong with her bikini tan lines showing.

“How expensive is this blouse?” I asked her.

I knew she shopped at high-end stores.  During our first night together, I’d threatened to cum on a blouse she told me had cost $400.  

“It’s expensive,” she said.

I took her hand and pulled her close to me.  I kissed her lips again.  I grabbed the blouse and ripped it open. The few remaining buttons popped off and shot across the room.  Stela gasped; partly from surprise and partly from arousal.

“Get on your knees and turn me on,” I told her.

She obediently dropped to her knees.  Her blouse hung open.  Her nipples were hard.  She slipped her hand into her thong and touched her pussy.  

“I need you,” she moaned.  “I need you to fuck me.”

After several clandestine meetings, her confidence had improved.  She knew what I liked and how to excite me.

I started to undress.  I took off my shoes and socks.  I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed my slacks.  Stela kept her eyes on my face. She rubbed her clit.  Her hips swayed.

“I need you inside me,” she moaned.  “I need to be your whore tonight. I need to be your slut.  I’m completely yours.”

I walked around her in a circle. I found the bags that the bellhop had brought up earlier.  I opened mine and pulled out several items I planned to use and moved them to the nightstand, just out of Stela’s view.

I walked back to her. I was completely naked.  My cock was rock hard.  Without being asked, Stela took it in her hand.  She licked my shaft from base to tip.

I showed her the black leather dog collar I had in my hand.  I put it around her neck.  Then I took the back of her head and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth.  She moaned and touched her pussy.  

Stela knew just how to suck my cock.  She took her time.  She teased her own pussy.  

I slowly fucked her lips.  Stela kept her eyes locked on mine.  She whimpered softly. I knew she was close to cumming. She wanted to get me off at the same time.  

“I want to cum on you,” I told her.

She nodded her head.  She worked her own clit.  I could tell she was close.  I slid my cock out of her mouth. She wrapped her free hand around it and stroked my wet shaft.  She came hard and kept jacking me off  She pointed my cock right at her lips and tugged me off.  My knees got weak.  When I exploded, it hit her directly in the lips and chin. It ran down her neck and dripped onto her small tits.  She wiped it up with her fingertips and lick them clean.

“Take off your blouse and get in the bed,” I told her.

“Yes, sir,” she answered.

I showed her the restraints I planned to use.  She laid on her back and arched her back. Her arms were above her head and her perky little tits were pointing up.

“Not like that,” I told her.  “On your knees.  Facedown.”

Stela got on her knees and gripped the headboard.  I tied her wrists to it.

I pulled her thong to the side and exposed her beautiful pussy. I touch her clit with my tongue and lick along her slit.  Stela trembled and moaned.

“I need you,” Stela whimpered.

I put two fingers in her pussy and curled them in.  I teased her from the inside.  I took my time bringing her right to the edge.  When I stopped she almost cried.

“You can’t do this,” she said.

Again, I teased her pussy.  I pulled a small vibrator from the nightstand and circled her clit.  

“Let me cum, please,” she pleaded.  

“Not yet,” I told her.

I took her right to the edge a second time. I stopped short again.  When she asked me to keep going I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a print.  A tear ran down her cheek.

I got out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” she demanded.

I brought back the remaining items from the nightstand.  I took the leash I had brought and clipped it to the collar.  I gave a gentle tug and she immediately arched her back and stuck her ass in the air.

“I’m going to fuck your virgin ass,” I told her.

Stela didn’t resist.

“I’m yours,” she said.  “Use me.”

I took a bottle of lube and drizzled it down her asscrack.  With my finger, I rubbed it around her tight little asshole.  I slid the tip of my finger in slowly.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” she said.

“Has any man ever done this to you?”

“No,” she said.

I held the vibrator to her clitoris and worked my finger in and out of her virgin butt.  I teased her clit.  My finger slid deeper into her with each thrust.  Stela started moaning.

“It’s amazing,” she said. “I’m going to cum so hard.”

I brought her right to the edge again.  Finally, I let her cum.  My finger was all the way inside her and the vibrator was on her clit.  Her entire body shook.

“Fuck me now,” she pleaded after.  “Please fuck me.

I drizzled the lube over my bare dick.  I ran more down the crack of her ass.  I pressed just the tip to her asshole.  I gave the leash a firm tug.  Stela jumped and pushed her ass back into me.  My dick easily penetrated her.  

Her asshole was so tight I thought I might cum right away.  I pulled the leash and released it repeatedly.  Each time she drove her ass back into me.  I stuff every inch of my big cock in her.

“Have you ever felt this close to another man?” I asked her.

“Never,” she said.

I leaned over her and pressed my chest to her back.  I rubbed her tits.  I fucked her ass slowly and sensually. The intimacy was overwhelming.

“Do you really want this to be our last night together?”

“Of course not,” she admitted.

I fucked her faster.  I put the vibrator back against her clit.

We were both breathing heavily.  Our bodies were covered in sweat.  

“Tell me this isn’t our last night,” I said.

“Will you stock fucking me if I saw it is?” she asked.

“No,” I told her.  “I’m going to fuck you all night no matter what.  I’m not playing a game.”

She turned enough to kiss me.

“This isn’t our last night,” she moaned.  “It won’t be.  I promise.”

It was just what I wanted to hear.

I sped up.  The headboard slammed into the wall.

“Fuck me,” she said.  “Fuck my ass.  Cum in me.”

I pushed the vibrator to her clit again.  Stela started to cum.  I let go at the same time.  I filled her asshole with my cum.

Afterward, I untied her hands.  I took the leash off.  I started to take off the collar, but she told me it was sexy.

“You should get me something more discreet,” she said. “One that looks like a choker.  I’ll wear it for you.”  

We kissed one another.  We were no longer just fuckbuddies.  I’d purposely manipulated her, but I knew the end justified the means.  We both got what we wanted, which was true intimacy and closeness and time to explore it.  We showered together and had steamy, vanilla sex after before falling asleep tangled together.  We didn’t discuss the future, but we both knew there would be one.  Starting with some more sex the next morning.