Damn that bastard I married, anyway. It was going to be the perfect evening. My employer was throwing a big bash celebrating a banner year. I had been a major player in that success, and now had a title and an office with a door and windows. Our ten year anniversary is next week. I had reserved a suite at the party venue. Champagne on ice, waiting for our arrival. And he calls at 5:00, saying they have a customer in crisis, and he has to fly out this evening. Why this evening? By the time he gets there, he won't have time to do anything tonight, anyway. But his bosses want him to get there, sorry, he says.

So here I am, at a table with some co-workers. Dinner was excellent, the after-dinner drinks are flowing. Open bar, the gin is top-shelf, and the bartenders pour generously. The band is playing soft dance music. Couples are moving to the dance floor. And here I sit. Well, fuck this! There's no reason I can't have a good time just because my husband isn't here.

I wander the fringe of the dance floor and, sure enough, someone asks me to dance. With the ice broken, one leads to another, and another after that. Another drink, and now it's the company president calling. He's known to be a bit of a letch with wandering hands, but I'm up to the challenge and we duel to a draw. Next is the CEO, who takes care to maintain propriety under his wife's watchful eyes. Another drink, and two more dances. This is more dancing than if my husband were here.

It's getting late, the crowd has noticeably thinned, and I'm sitting with my shoes off, drink in hand. Is it five or six? The buzz is buzzing and I'm glowing. I look up to see Caleb Nowicki approaching, two glasses in his hands. I have seen him off and on during the night, and so far, avoided him. Caleb is a mountain of a man. Literally. At least six feet five inches and 270 pounds, and none of it is fat. Big head, big hands, huge arms and legs. He has the reputation of skating the line of sexual harassment, but so far nothing has been charged. And here he comes, right at me.

Before I can get my shoes on, he sits at the table and hands me a drink. "Here, you look a little overheated and might need this."

"Thank you, Caleb. I was just catching my breath and getting ready to leave."

"You've been out on the dance floor quite a lot. But now that you have rested some, I hoped you would dance with me before you go."

"I don't know, Caleb," I demurred. "My feet are a little sore and..."

He handed the drink to me. "Here, drink this and you will feel better. And it's just a little dance with old Caleb."

He lifted his and clinked my glass. "Here's to dancing with a pretty lady." He lifted it to his lips, watching me over the rim.

"Okay, just one more, then I have to go." I took a drink, slipping into my shoes.

He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. For such a big man, he danced quite well. My hand disappeared into his, my arm only reaching halfway around his waist. And his hand behind seemed to almost cover my back.

As we danced, the hand on my back gradually pulled me closer as he steered us towards a dark alcove across the floor. Soon, my face was against his chest, the smell of him filling my senses. It was like a musk, pleasant and intoxicating. The alcohol had muted my inhibitions, and suddenly I was aware that I was getting sexually aroused.

Then, we were in the shadows, and he pulled my body into full contact with his. The hand on my back had descended to my ass, pulling my pelvis to his. I felt this huge lump pressing against my stomach. I knew what it was and was surprised that I was responding to it. Then his hand let go of mine, his fingers moving up the back of my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. I was now looking up at him, leering down at me. In slow motion, he brought his face to mine, lips pressing mine, his tongue demanding entry. It lit a flame that quickly engulfed my whole body. My hands went to his waist, while his hand pressed me harder against his erection. My tongue was now actively dueling his, and I hardly noticed he had backed me against the wall.

His hand went from my ass to take one of my hands and hold it against his erection. It was mammoth. It reached down his pants leg. "Feel what old Caleb has for you? You're gonna love it. Reach in and take it out."

Our mouths still together, it took my two hands to lower his zipper. I reached in and tried to pull it out, but I couldn't get it out of the pants leg. He laughed, unfastened his belt and unbuttoned them, lowering them to his knees. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock came up into my hand. His hand in my hair now tilted my head down to look at the biggest cock I had ever seen. I know my eyes were wide. The tip of my tongue moved across dry lips. And he watched me all this time.

"Yeah, it's a big fucker. It looks even bigger up close. Take a look and see." He urged me down, one hand on his cock, the other on my neck. When I got to my knees, I was looking in its one big eye. I could see clear fluid seeping from it, dripping onto the floor at my knees. His hand moved my head forward as his other milked the shaft, bringing more clear fluid. Painting my lips with the fluid, he whispered, "Lick it. Lick that pre-cum from your lips, then take it from the source."

My tongue explored his essence on my lips. It was slightly thick, slightly salty, but tasteless. Extending my tongue, I licked the large stream he was producing. It was the same. But that act further inflamed me. Kneeling in front of this mountain of a man aroused me like no other sexual experience I had ever had. He had me in his thrall.

"Look up at me." I looked up. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Keep your eyes on mine." I did. He rested the head of his cock on my tongue. "We're gonna see how much of my cock we can get into your mouth." One hand on the back of my head, the other holding his cock by the shaft, he moved my head forward. He had just gotten the flange behind the head past my lips when it hit the back of my mouth, cutting off my breathing.

"Breathe through your nose. You can take more."

But that was as far as he got. He pulled back a little and said, "Lick it. Lick around the head, especially underneath." While I did, he stroked the shaft faster and faster.

"Caleb's got some man-milk for you. Just hold it in your mouth until I tell you otherwise." I felt it throb and a gush of his come filled my mouth. A second gush pushed the first further back. He pulled out of my mouth and proceeded to shoot the rest on my face, eyes, nose and lips. "Look up at me," he said. I did, my lips pursed, holding his come inside. "Open your mouth and show it." I did. "Swirl it around with your tongue." I did. "Now swallow it." The first time, it didn't want to go down. It took two more tries before I succeeded. I looked back up at him. "Now open your mouth and show it all gone." I did. He wiped some of his come off my face with his finger and held it to my mouth. "Open." I did. He stuck the finger inside. "Now lick it off." I did. He lifted me to my feet and said, "We'd better get you upstairs and cleaned up." By now, almost everyone else had left. We went out the alcove door to the elevator and up to my room.

Thank God there was no one else in the elevator. He had pulled up my dress and kept a finger in my pussy the whole way up while we kissed. Once inside the room, he reached around and unzipped me. Then he grabbed the back straps of my bra and ripped them apart. For a few seconds, I was trapped against him. His forearms pulled me against his chest, while his chest and biceps muscles flexed. I was trapped inside solid muscle. I almost came. He pulled the bra's shoulder straps down and let it fall to the floor. Then he ripped my thong the same way. I felt like a cavewoman being claimed by her man.

He lifted me by my waist and tossed me onto the middle of the bed. Crawling over me, he again attacked my mouth while reinserting his finger into my pussy. My pelvis humped against his hand as my hands moved to his head, through his hair, holding his mouth on mine. He lifted a hand away, moving his lips to my neck. I could feel him kissing and licking, then the hard suction against his tongue. "Gonna mark you up, show everyone old Caleb was here." I tried to move his head away, but he had inserted a second finger into my pussy and used his thumb to rub my clit. I was on fire again, and instead of pushing his head away, I found I was holding it, giving him access to my entire neck and upper chest. From there, he moved to my breasts, biting and chewing my nipples until I thought they would bleed. He left love bites all over them, too. I was literally putty in his hands.

He shifted over me, his knees spreading my thighs wide. Grasping his cock, he rubbed the head up and down my pussy, spreading my lubricant and his pre-come around the mouth. "Time for you to give old Caleb some of that married pussy you been hiding. I been waiting a long time for this. Gonna really enjoy it."

He set his head in the slot and hunched forward. It got partway past the inner lips before it stopped. I could feel the stretching and looked down. His cock was so big, and my pussy looked so small. I was about to say something when he hunched forward again. This time, the head got all the way in and the mouth was stretched tight. I put my hands on his chest, thinking to push him off. Instead, my arms went around his neck. Meanwhile, he began a rocking motion, gradually working the entirety of his cock into me. He leered down at me as my face winced in pain. With one last big push, he hit bottom, butting up against my cervix. Another expression of pain. I looked down and saw that there was still some left outside. He saw me look and said, "Yep, not all in yet. Gonna have to work on that."

Then he lay his full weight on me, both of his hands holding my ass up as he fucked that big cock into me. Not any finesse, just hard, straight fucking. But the mouth of my pussy was stretched so tight that on the instroke, it pulled my clit down, so it rode against his shaft. And he was stroking me so hard and fast that I would get the clit stimulation just before he banged my cervix. Pleasure, then pain. His eyes watched mine, smiling, knowing I was unable to resist. I was holding on to his shoulders, riding out the cycle, when out of nowhere came a thermonuclear orgasm. His smile widened, feeling my pelvic muscles contract, knowing he had made me come on his cock.

"Knew you would like what old Caleb could give you. Now I'm gonna breed you. Shoot my grade-A seed into your garden. Fill you up. See if we can make a little Caleb."

My mind said "NO!" but my mouth wouldn't work. He had fucked me into a stupor. His mouth came back to mine, his tongue finding easy entry. Three more thrusts, and he held against my cervix and exhaled a satisfied "Aaahhhh," and I felt his cock throb again and again as he inseminated me. Another orgasm, just as hard as the first, pelvic muscles milking him for all he had.

Afterward, he pulled out, spreading my knees, feet flat on the bed. I looked down where he was gazing and saw a terrible sight. My vulva was angry red, gaping wide open like a train tunnel. A river of white poured out onto the red bedspread.

My mind began to clear, and I muttered, "Get dressed and get out."

"Oh, hell no. We're just getting started. Old Caleb still has juice for you. Now we're gonna play horsey. You're gonna be the mare and I'm gonna be the stallion. Roll over and get on your knees."

"Like hell," I said. "Get out or I'll call the cops."

"If I go, you're gonna have a hard time explaining what you been doing tonight to hubby."

"Nothing to explain," I said. "These love bites will fade, and you have no other evidence."

"Don't be sure. See these glasses?" He touched the frame of the glasses he had been wearing the entire evening. "Got a Bluetooth camera in the frame. Been recording everything. That primo blowjob you gave, looking up at me while you swirled my come around in your mouth before you swallowed it, showing that you did. All those love bites on your neck and titties. The look on your face the whole time I fucked you, including your "O" face every time I made you come. What your pussy looks like after the first time. All on video, safe in the cloud. I could make up a composite video for him and maybe pass it around to your coworkers. Maybe on OnlyFans, too. Make me a bunch of money. It's up to you. Do I go?"

Shit. I was really fucked. I dropped my head onto my chest, hands across my stomach, legs back on the bed. He had me.

"I thought so. Now you just do what Caleb wants, and everything will be alright. Get on your stomach. I'll be right back."

What else could I do? I rolled over, waiting for him to come back. Which presently he did.

He spread my legs, kneeling between them. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me up on my knees. "Set up my phone to get some video of what's next. Now, cross your arms and put your head down, and look to the left. Get your good side."

He rubbed the head of his cock around the gape of my pussy, lubricating it with my secretions and his come. Then he stuck it into the hole and hit bottom on the first stroke. He began sawing in and out, just like before. And just like before, I cycled between pleasure and pain, but in this position, he hit harder and deeper. He slapped my ass, hard, with that big hand. Then again. "Looks like I'm rearranging your insides, gonna get those extra inches in yet. You know, you're a really good fuck. Maybe I can get some of my other girls over and see how well you eat pussy."

Just before the next massive orgasm, I thought: Damn that bastard I married, anyway.