Anita gets sent home dripping.

She strolls up to me while I pack away my guitar - breasts spectacularly augmented, blonde hair down her back, firm full ass tightly encased by white tennis shorts.

“So I get home from work at six, the house is quiet, except for the sound of a creaking office chair in the den.”

I guess she considers me a confidant after listening to me play my 30-minute set of classic covers.

“So my husband is jacking off to lesbian porn on the computer.”

I nod to acknowledge her disappointment.

“He hasn’t fucked me for a month and it wasn’t even good.”

She has not yet told me her name, nor asked for mine

“So I stand there silently while he cums in his hand and reaches for the Kleenex box.”

I grimace sympathetically.

“So I walk back to the front door, open it and close it loudly and shout: ‘I’m home!’”

I smile.

“Nice of you to not interrupt his fun,” I comment.

“He drinks a handle of vodka every two days and he doesn’t fuck me,” she continued, “and his dick is tiny.”

As I nod, she reaches into the side pocket of her shorts and takes out her phone. She opens her photo file and turns the screen toward me.

“See!” She practically shoves the phone in my face. I see a photo of an erect penis.

“You took a picture of it?” I enquire.

“Tiny, huh?” she repeats.

I stammer a bit. The penis did seem small but the only erect penises I have ever seen, other than my own, are in porn.

“Let’s get drinks,” she announces, taking my hand and leading me to the end of the bar. “I’m Anita” she adds almost incidentally.

“I’m Carlos,” I respond.

At her command, six shots of Tequila appear on the bar. We start drinking. Anita presses her pelvis against my hip.

“So after we eat, he gets super drunk and calls me a stupid cunt. Then he falls asleep on the sofa watching Fox News,” Anita continues. “I decided to go for a drive and landed here.”

“A beautiful woman like you deserves better,” I turn on the charm.

Anita places her hand on the front of my pants.

“That is some serious cock,” she whispers, looking up into my eyes as my cock thickens and lengthens at her touch.

“Thank you,” I respond. The crowd has thinned out. We are at the far end of the bar, outside of the line of sight of the bartender and the remaining patrons.

“Would you like a better feel?” I offer, pulling in my abdomen and placing her hungry hand down the from of my jeans.

“You’re THICK!” she stage whispers to me.

“Not to be too forward,” I comment,” but I get a sense, from what you have shared with me so far, that you need to get a good fucking tonight.”

“Yes!” she shouts, pressing her firm breasts against my chest.

“Would you like this cock to deliver that fucking?” I enquire, as I reach down to appreciate her firm ass, grinding her crotch against my erection. Her eyes roll back in her head in seeming anticipation, hoping that I will soon be filling her hungry cunt with semen. “Where to?” I ask.

“Rooftop of my apartment building. Follow me,” she grabs my hand. I get my guitar and follow her to the parking lot.

“1341 River Street, put it in your GPS. Follow me into the parking garage,” Anita instructs. I follow her car. We park and ride the elevator to the 33rd-floor rooftop. With an expansive view of the city, I stand behind her, my cock grinding against her ass. My hands reach under her t-shirt and squeeze her huge breasts through her bra.

“Need to lose that bra,” I urge.

Anita reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra and, without removing her t-shirt, expertly, one arm at a time, deposits it on a nearby lounge chair.

I spend a good minute massaging her gloriously huge augmented breasts while she moans and grinds her ass against my jeans.

As she reaches behind her to feel my cock I suggest,” Perhaps it’s time to put my cock to work on that pussy.”

“Fuck, God, Yes!” she cries.

I point to her tennis shorts. “Well let’s see that ass of yours,” I demand.

Anita, without hesitation, unbuttons her shorts, steps out of them, removes her panties and, holding onto the balcony rail overlooking the city, presents her regal ass to me.

Anita’s ass is glorious to behold, glowing in the reflected light of the city - firm, solid with taught skin. I approach her and deliberately place my left hand on the small of her back, massaging her bottom in a circular motion. She squirms with lustful anticipation.

“You know you are being a very bad wife,” I announce as I continue the massage. She whimpers in acknowledgment while continuing to squirm in anticipation.

SMACK

The percussive sound reverberates around us as I deliver a solid spank to the round of her butt.

SMACK

She gasps in surprise but seems to enjoy the spank as much as I enjoy delivering it.

SMACK

“OK, now that you have gotten your spanking you won’t need to feel guilty about cheating on your husband and his tiny cock,” I explain as I lowered my jeans to mid-thigh and place my cock-head against her labia. With a bit of teasing, my first inch enters her eager pussy.

Anita stands about five-foot-four as opposed to my six-foot-one height. She stands on her tiptoes while I bend slightly at the knees. I lift her almost off the ground as I enter her. She climaxes for the first time after about half my length is embedded in her.

I smile at the realization that, If anyone were to come out on the rooftop at this point, while I could simply hike up my jeans and fain innocence, Anita would have to scramble bare ass naked across the roof to gather her panties, shorts and bra and get dressed in full view of our interloper. Fortunately, no such interruption occurs.

Anita moans, gasps and cries out as I slam my cock into her pussy, my pelvis banging against her ample haunches, and my swinging balls smacking against her clit. Her second loud climax signals to me that it is time for me to fill her pussy with semen - which I do a minute or so later with a guttural roar. She climaxes once again for good measure as my cock swells and fills her with what feels like a pint of cum.

After my spent cock slides out of her thoroughly fucked cunt, I take out my phone and snap a photo of her ass - reddened by spanks with a distinct stream of goo, running down her left leg.

“What’s your number? I ask. She shares it with me, and I text her a souvenir photo. I sit on a nearby chair and spread my legs. Without a word, Anita kneels before me holds my balls in one hand and reverently licks the residual juices from the cock that had just offered her such pleasure.

When my cock is clean, Anita gathers her bra, panties and shorts. She puts on her shorts but does not bother with her bra and panties. I excuse myself to the restroom, pee and douse my cock, balls and pubes with copious amounts of hand sanitizer.

We ride the elevator down. She gets out at her floor.

“It’s still dripping down my leg,” she shares with a satisfied smile.

“Do this again sometime?” I offer.

“Yes, please,” she answers as the elevator door closes.