A Naughty Getaway Pt. 02

Sandra trembled in Bruno's grasp, her body still tingling from the last waves of pleasure as she rhythmically bounced on his big, Brazilian cock. The storm outside continued to rage, thunder rumbling in the distance as rain pelted against the windows, sealing them in their own little world of sin. She should have been exhausted, should have come to her senses, but instead, she found herself aching for more.

Bruno's thick fingers trailed up her exposed back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he devoured her with his lecherous gaze. His smirk was insatiable, knowing the fact that she was his now, even if just for the night.

"Mmm... look at you, sexy..." Bruno purred, gripping Sandra's soft, toned waist, guiding her movements, and she rose and descended on his impressive length. "You're so fucking tight around me. That little husband of yours never fucked you this good, huh?" His voice was smug, dripping with arrogance.

Sandra panted, her cheeks flushed, trying to reclaim some ounce of dignity. "Bruno... I..."

A firm slap cracked against her ass, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up her spine.

"Keep telling me what I want to hear. You've already admitted how much better I am. Why stop now?" Bruno smirked, his gold tooth flashing under the dim lighting. "Now say it. Tell me whose cock you really crave now."

Sandra whimpered, her resolve shattering under his dominance. She knew she shouldn't be admitting these unfiltered, raw thoughts, but she simply couldn't help it. It was bad enough that she had cheated—repeatedly in a span of a day—but why did she allow herself to keep giving voice to the filthy thoughts swirling in her head?

But her body was betraying her with every deep stroke of his cock inside her tight, married pussy.

A low, desperate moan escaped her soft lips as she ground herself against his lap, feeling the hard length of his sizable cock stretching her drenched slit.

"Yours..." she admitted once again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bruno growled approvingly. "Louder."

Sandra bit her lip, her breath shaky. "YOURS! Mein Gott, Bruno, I need it! Fuck me...!" she moaned, her Swiss-German accent seemingly getting thicker as her arousal ignited as she skillfully rode him, her hips undulating in fluid, salacious movements, eliciting heavy moans from the both of them.

Bruno chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on her waist, the sensation of his cock dragging against her wet walls making his toes curl. "Ohhh... That's more like it, beautiful. Keep riding that cock."

Sandra whimpered as she obeyed, her hips working with a newfound desperation, chasing pleasure like a woman possessed. Each downward stroke sent shockwaves through her overstimulated body, her sensitive walls clenching around Bruno's thick cock, milking him for all he was worth.

Ja, jaaaaa...!" she gasped, rolling her hips with sinful precision, her soaked pussy swallowing him to the hilt again and again. Her platinum blonde hair clung to her damp skin, sweat glistening in the dim light of his cozy room.

Bruno groaned, throwing his bald head back as he gripped her tighter, fingers digging into her supple flesh, guiding her movements with firm control. "Fuck yeah, that's it... Augh, yesss... You feel so fucking good!" His voice was thick with lust, his teeth gritting as Sandra bounded on his lap, her tight pussy squeezing him like a vice.

"Mmmphh... Bruno.... So tief... so gut!" Sandra babbled mindlessly, her striking blue eyes fluttering, lost in pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

A cocky smirk tugged at Bruno's lips, knowing damn well he had her addicted to him now. He reached up, cupping her perfect tits, tweaking her stiff, pink nipples between his thick fingers as she rode him like she never had with her own husband. "That's right, sexy... let that little husband of yours fade away. He ain't got shit on me, does he?"

Sandra's head rolled back, her lips parting in a helpless moan as another sharp slap landed on her ass, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Ahhhh! Nein...! I—!" she tried to protest, her lingering inhibitions still fighting back against the depravity, but Bruno's strong grip held her in place, his hips snapping up into her as she came down, driving himself even deeper inside her dripping cunt.

"You what?" he growled. "You love the way I fuck you, don't you? Say it."

Sandra bit her lip, her resolve crumbling with every brutal thrust. "Ughh... Ohhh..." she sobbed, her body shuddering uncontrollably. "Ja... ja, Bruno, I love it!"

Bruno grinned wickedly. "That's my filthy little Swiss slut."

He gripped her ass tighter, controlling her movements as he began pounding up into her with ruthless, unrelenting force. The bedframe creaked beneath them with every sharp impact, the storm outside roaring in tandem with their sinful escapade.

"Uhhhh... Ahhhh... Mein... mein Gott...! You feel so gut!" Sandra wailed, her body bouncing, her tits jiggling with every powerful thrust. She was completely wrecked, lost in the forbidden pleasure only he could give her.

Bruno hoisted himself up to her, leaning forward and teasingly biting along her collarbone before whispering, "You'll never let that little wimp touch you again after this, will you?"

Sandra's breath hitched, her nails raking down his shoulders, his depraved words making her core tingle with a mix of guilt and desire. "Uhhhh... Bruno... I..."

"Answer me, Sandra," he commanded, his voice husky as he drove himself into her married pussy harder, his cock pulsing inside her soaked heat. "You're mine now. Say it."

Sandra whimpered, her entire body trembling, her alluring blue eyes rolling back as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning. "AHHHH! BRUNO, I'M YOURS!" she screamed, clenching around his cock, her pussy milking him for his virile seed as pleasure obliterated her final shred of restraint.

Bruno groaned as her tight walls spasmed around him, his grip tightening on her waist as he fell back onto the bed. He thrust up one last time, burying himself deep before releasing his thick, hot ropes of cum inside her once again.

"Arghhh! Fuuuuuuuck!" Bruno let out a deep, resonating growl, his body shuddering as his cock twitched inside her welcoming depths. His hips bucked against her with every thick load that spewed from him, his heavy balls contracting to deliver his seed into her fertile Swiss pussy.

Sarah collapsed against his broad, hairy chest, breathless, her pulse racing as her overheated body came down from the high of her mind-melting orgasm. A soft, content moan left her lips as she felt his warmth spread inside her, marking her as his.

Bruno smirked, his fingers running lazily over her sweat-slicked back. "God, damn... That was great, beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough and dripping with satisfaction as he planted a possessive kiss on her temple. "Now tell me, baby... Was I worth betraying your husband for?"

Sandra swallowed hard, her chest still rising and falling rapidly.

She should have said no.

She should have denied him.

But instead, she let out a soft, shattered moan...

"Yes..."

Bruno grinned triumphantly.

"I knew it..."

-

Sandra stepped out of Bruno's shop just as the first rays of morning sunlight broke through the heavy clouds. The storm had finally passed, leaving the air thick with humidity, the pavement still slick with rain. The world felt eerily still compared to the fevered chaos the night before.

She shivered despite the warmth in the air, adjusting her bikini and tugging her loose cover-up from yesterday around her body. Every step she took was a reminder of what had transpired—her thighs ached, her skin tingled where Bruno's rough hands had gripped her, and deep inside, she still felt him.

Her heart pounded as she hurried through the quiet streets, her mind racing as fast as her footsteps. "What the hell am I going to say??" She had disappeared into the night to go on an errand, gone until the morning. Sandra's stomach churned, and she wondered how to explain herself to Lucas when she got back; he was probably worried sick.

But she had a crutch. The storm. It had been violent enough that no one would question her absence. She could say she got caught in the downpour, found shelter, and waited it out. No one had to know where or with whom.

By the time she reached Joana's house, the sun had risen higher, casting a warm glow over the drenched landscape. She hesitated at the door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open.

The living room was a disaster when she left it—empty beer bottles littered the table, clothes were strewn across the floor, and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat. Lucas and his cousins were passed out, sprawled across the couches and floor, their snores filling the silence.

Sandra exhaled, relief washing over her. It was safe to assume no one noticed. It was likely they passed out while waiting for her return.

She slipped inside, moving carefully, avoiding the creaking floorboards as she made her way toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it, her heart hammering in her chest.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and froze.

Her platinum blond hair was a tangled mess, her fair skin still flushed, her soft lips swollen from Bruno's relentless kisses. There were faint bruises on her neck and her thighs, evidence of his salacious touch causing her belly to swell with warmth.

She swallowed hard.

Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water on her face, rubbing at the marks as if she could erase them, as if she could undo the night before. But no amount of scrubbing could remove the heat still simmering beneath her skin, the memory of Bruno's voice growling in her ear, the way he fucked her... claimed her.

Sandra inhaled sharply and straightened, her cheeks blushing as she felt the tingle of her depraved coupling with a man, not her husband. She had gotten away with it, and it made her body buzz with a mix of guilt and thrill, her thighs clenching at the undeniable arousal of her debauchery.

Sandra removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. The bathroom was already fogging from the steam as she turned on the faucet and stepped under the warm spray. She let out a slow breath, her body still sensitive and tingling in all the places he touched her.

No matter how much she scrubbed, she could still feel him. The roughness of his hands, the heat of his breath, the way he had fucked her silly over and over again. It was all too intoxicating.

"Scheisse..." she muttered under her breath, running her fingers through her damp hair, her scalp still tender where Bruno had gripped it. She lathered her body, washing away the sweat, the scent of sex, and the dried evidence of her betrayal. But no amount of soap could wash away what she had done.

By the time she stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself, her skin was pink from the heat. She dried off quickly and slipped into a light sundress in the bedroom, adjusting the straps as she caught her reflection again. Her lips were still a little swollen, her fetching blue eyes slightly dazed with satisfaction. With a deep breath, she straightened, smoothing the fabric over her hips. It's over. No one knows. Just act normal.

She stepped into the hallway, moving carefully through the quiet house. The air was thick and humid from the Brazilian climate. Sunlight filtered through the windows, glistening off the wet pavement outside.

As she turned the corner, she nearly bumped into Lucas's grandmother.

"Morning, querida," Joana greeted warmly, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Finally back, huh? I was worried sick when that storm hit."

Sandra forced a small smile, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Ah, ja.... The storm came quickly. I vasn't able to get home for a while."

Joana tilted her head, giving her a sympathetic look. "Mmm. Yeah, it was a nasty one. I was disappointed in Lucas for sending your poor soul out to get more drinks. Hmm, I need to talk with him about how to treat his wife better," the older woman said, her voice tinged with disapproval and amusement.

Sandra chuckled softly, shifting her weight as she tried to appear more casual under Joana's observant gaze. "Ah, no, no..." she said quickly, waving her hand as if to dismiss it. "It vas not his fault. I vent out on my own, really. I just hadn't expected it to be that bad."

"Mmm-hmm," Joana hummed, folding her arms across her chest. "Tsk, I know, I know... I just don't like the thought of you out there alone, querida. The rain was coming down like the sky was falling apart. Where did you end up taking shelter?"

Sandra's heart skipped a beat.

Her fingers tightened around the hem of her dress as her mind raced for an answer. She had prepared for this question and knew it was coming, but now that it was here, her throat felt dry.

"Lie. Just lie."

But under Joana's gentle, worried gaze, the words wouldn't come.

Sandra exhaled, keeping her expression carefully neutral. "Ah, I just stayed inside the shop I was buying more drinks from..." she said, choosing her words carefully. "The owner... let me stay until it passed."

Joana let out a small sigh of relief, clearly reassured. "Thank God. You were lucky, querida. Some people get caught in those rains and don't come back so dry." She shook her head. "I'm still mad at Lucas for putting you in that situation, hmph!"

Sandra smiled, the tension easing just slightly. "You are too kind, Joana. But I vas fine. It was just a minor inconvenience. I'm still in one piece, as you can see."

Joana sighed but nodded, still visibly unsettled. "Just be careful next time, okay? If Lucas sends you to do his bidding again, just tell me, and I'll whip him into shape for you, okay?"

Sandra couldn't help but laugh a bit louder, her body loosening more, feeling that any suspicion on her was properly diverted. "Ja, of course. I vill be more careful."

Joana gave her one last look before gently patting her shoulder and ushering Sandra toward the kitchen. "Alright, come. Let's get you some food. After a night like that, you must be starving."

Sandra sighed in relief, following her toward the kitchen. But even as she focused on steadying herself, she could still feel Bruno—his touch lingering, his mark deep inside her...

-

Lucas groaned as he slumped back onto the couch, rubbing his temples with a pained wince. The living room was still a mess—empty beer bottles, half-eaten snacks, and the stale scent of alcohol lingering in the humid morning air. His cousins were in similar states, sprawled about, half-conscious, and completely useless.

Sandra stood near the doorway, arms crossed, watching them with thinly veiled impatience.

"Mein Gott, Lucas," she sighed, shaking her head. "You look like you got run over by a truck."

Lucas cracked an eye open, looking at her through his hazed misery. "I'm regretting drinking that much... augh... my stomach. I feel like shit, babe."

One of his cousins groaned from the couch, barely lifting a hand in agreement.

Sandra rolled her eyes, not the least bit sympathetic. "Ja, vell, that's vhat happens when you drink like maniacs. And you never drink. Vhat did you think vas going to happen??" she teased, adjusting the strap of her sundress. "But ve are in Brazil, Lucas. I do not vant to sit inside all day while you recover."

Lucas groaned dramatically, running a hand over his face. "Sandra, I can't even stand without the room spinning. Can't we just... relax today?"

Sandra sighed deeply, shifting her weight to one side. "So, vat? I am supposed to sit here and babysit all of you while you all groan like dying men?"

Lucas peeked up at her with a small, lazy smile. "You could..."

Sandra gave him a sharp look.

He held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright," he chuckled hoarsely. "Go, explore. Have fun. It's nice here."

Sandra hesitated, glancing between him and his barely functioning cousins. She had wanted him to come with her, but it was clear that wasn't happening.

"Fine," she muttered, grabbing her purse and slipping her feet into her sandals. "I vill go alone, then."

Lucas gave her a lazy thumbs-up before dropping his head back against the couch. "Be safe, babe. Love you."

Sandra just hummed in response, already making her way out the door.

But as she stepped outside, as the fresh air hit her, a flicker of guilt tightened in her chest. "He trusts me... He has no idea what I did." She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around herself as she walked toward town.

It wasn't like she planned to cheat on him. It wasn't her fault she had ended up in Bruno's arms; Only if Lucas hadn't been so careless—leaving her alone on the beach and sending her out to do errands for him. If he had been more attentive, none of this mess would have ever happened! Of course, Lucas was Lucas, always a bit selfish.

And Bruno?

Bruno had simply been there, strong, confident, and so damn tempting. He showed her what a real man felt like. She couldn't help but compare him to her husband. They were starkly different. She loved Lucas. There was a reason why she married him after all. But Bruno... he offered her something that was too intoxicating to ignore.

Sandra exhaled sharply, shaking her head, trying to push it all down. It was over for now. The storm has passed; she had lied to Lucas, and he bought it completely.

-

Sandra wandered through town, taking in the sights, trying to clear her head. The streets were bustling with life, vendors selling fresh fruit and handmade jewelry, the air thick with the scent of salty ocean breeze and grilled food. She should have felt free and refreshed— this is what she wanted, right? A distraction.

But no matter how much she tried to focus on the vibrant colors of the buildings or the sound of waves in the distance, her thoughts kept circling back.

Lucas.

Bruno.

Last night.

Sandra ran her fingers over the strap of her purse, exhaling slowly as she continued walking. She had convinced herself that she wasn't looking for him, that she was simply exploring. She told herself that she just wanted a quiet afternoon, a moment to breathe after everything that had happened. But deep down, in a place she wasn't ready to acknowledge, she knew exactly where her feet were leading her.

And then, as if the universe was taunting her, she saw him.

A small beachside bar sat tucked between two buildings, the open-air design allowing the ocean breeze to flow through. The sound of clinking glasses, soft laughter, and distant waves filled the space. She spotted him immediately, Bruno, sitting at the bar, his broad, relaxed frame impossible to miss.

The right thing to do would be to turn around and find somewhere else to go.

She should walk away.

But despite the voice in her head pleading with her to leave, Sandra stepped inside anyway.

A strange mix of nervousness and anticipation curled in her stomach as she moved toward the far end of the bar, pretending not to see him. Her heart raced, and her skin tingled with unwanted familiarity. She perched herself on a stool, inhaled deeply, and looked at the menu.

But then, before she even had a chance to steady herself, that deep, velvety voice slid through the air like silk.

"Bom dia, princesa."

Sandra's stomach flipped as his words rolled off his tongue like honey, thick with amusement and knowing. She turned slowly as if pulled by an invisible force, and there he was.

Bruno sat on the stool next to her, his cocky smirk firmly in place, his dark eyes drinking her up with shameless appreciation. He looked just as confident as last night: broad shoulders casually slouched, a drink swirling lazily in his hand, his gold tooth gleaming in the afternoon sun.

Sandra swallowed, her fingers tightening around the strap of her purse as she forced herself to stay calm. "Bruno..." she replied, her voice firm, though the tension in her body betrayed her.

He tilted his glass in greeting, his gaze never leaving hers. "Didn't think I'd see you so soon," he mused, his voice low and teasing. He took a slow sip before adding, "Missed you this morning."

Sandra stiffened.

The memories she had tried to push aside came rushing back—waking up tangled in his sheets, his heavy arm draped over her waist, his hairy bare chest warm against her back, the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing against her neck.

She had left before he woke up.

She hadn't wanted to risk lying there any longer, knowing full well that she wouldn't have resisted if he pulled her back into his arms.

Sandra took a deep breath, her fingers curling against the cool wood of the bar, trying to ground herself. "I—" she started, but her voice became weak and unsteady.

Bruno chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned in, his presence overwhelming. "Don't tell me you forgot already, beautiful," he murmured, his breath brushing against her skin. "After last night?" He let his words hang between them, thick with meaning, heavy with promise.

Sandra's soft lips parted, but nothing came out. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, no matter how desperately she wanted to act unaffected, she hadn't forgotten, not for a single second...

Sandra's alluring blue eyes narrowed, her fingers twitching against the bar as she subconsciously leaned slightly forward, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Bruno's smirk widened, seeing the hesitation in her eyes.

"Ahem..."

Sandra snapped out of her trance, blinking as the bartender appeared in front of them, his brow slightly raised, his gaze flicking between them with polite curiosity.

"Another one, Bruno?" the bartender asked before turning to Sandra. "And for you, senhora?"

Bruno's eyes never left her as he smirked. "She'll have one."

Sandra opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, the bartender nodded, already reaching for a glass. Bruno let out a low chuckle, sitting back, his smugness practically dripping from him.

There was an awkward silence between them as the bartender made her drink. "Here you go, senhora. Enjoy," he said as he slid a brisk margarita across the bar.

Sandra accepted the drink, her fingers tightening around the bar as Bruno's strong scent wafted in the air—he smelt like salt and spice, the same smell that had been all over her skin this morning before she scrubbed it away.

The older man smirked, his eyes trekking up and down her body, admiring the sundress, the fabric perfectly clinging to her curves. He hungrily licked his lips eating her up her long legs, the memory of them firmly wrapped around his waist making his cock swell in his shorts. "You look good today, Sandra. But then again... you looked even better last night," he murmured, his voice deep and full of desire.

Sandra's breath hitched, his gaze shamelessly obvious. "Bruno, just... don't..." she warned, but her tone was weak and lacked conviction. He just grinned, leaning in closer.

"Where's that husband of yours?" His voice was low and teasing. "Left a pretty thing like you alone again? Poor guy... doesn't even know what he's missing."

Sandra let out a sharp breath, shaking her head. "My husband is... resting," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hungover... He had a long night drinking..."

Bruno let out a deep laugh. "Ah, I think I remember now... he sent you to get more drinks, right? What a shame," he recalled with an almost taunting tone, his smug grin widening as he brushed his thick fingers over hers. "Did he ever learn about what happened between us last night? I'm willing to bet you haven't told him a thing, huh?"

He waited for Sandra to respond, but she remained silent. However, the deep flush of red on her cheeks and the subtle squeeze of her thighs told him all he needed to know.

"L-let's not talk about this, Bruno. Last night vas a mistake... a one-time thing." Sandra finally replied, her tone certain but shaky, taking a small sip from her glass.

Bruno arched his brow, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he swirled his drink. "A mistake?" he repeated, his tone dripping with mock disbelief. "That's funny, beautiful, because I remember you stroking my cock when we first met. Don't forget about how you were begging for more while I fucked you silly. That didn't feel like a 'mistake' to me."

Sandra tensed, her thighs clenching tighter as she felt a surge of heat form in her belly. "It von't happen again," she said, her voice firm, or at least, she tried to make it sound that way.

Bruno tilted his head, his grin never faltering as he brushed his fingers over her hand again, watching how she didn't pull away. "Won't happen again..." he echoed with amusement. "And yet... here you are. Sitting right next to me and accepting the drink I got you."

Sandra's throat went dry. She felt like this man was toying with her. Everything he said wasn't wrong. She could have easily gotten up and left. It would be easy to never see him again and put this all behind her...

But she remained still, allowing Bruno's fingers to slide further up her arm. "Bruno, stop," she hissed, though even she didn't believe the weak protest.

"Stop?" he replied, shifting closer, his hand drifting from her arm to the curve of her hip, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You don't want me to stop. You want me to take you again. Pin you against the wall. Make you feel how much I missed you this morning, baby..."

Sandra's fingers trembled around her drink. She should leave before she falls into his lecherous grasp again. Before she let herself lose control the way she had last night.

But yet again, she took no action to resist him.

Instead, she lifted her glass to her lips and took another, longer sip.

Bruno laughed, leaning in, his hot breath against her ear. "That's it," he murmured, his hand sliding lower, snaking his fingers toward the inside of her thigh. He brushed her skin lightly enough to make her ache, but not enough to satisfy. "Drink up, relax... you're on vacation, aren't you?"

Sandra let out a slow breath, her cheeks warm, her skin tingling under his touch. She hesitated but took another long sip.

She felt her body relaxing and her mind loosening as the alcohol coursed through her veins. Bruno watched her closely, his smirk never fading. "Mmm... that's better, hm?" he praised, his voice smooth and taunting. "I like you like this, baby. Loose. Willing. You feel it too, yes?"

Sandra exhaled sharply, but she didn't argue, her inhibitions eroding like sand under the waves of his lustful advances. Before she knew it, her glass was empty, and another drink appeared before her. Before she could even think twice, she took another sip. And then another.

The drinks kept flowing, clouding her thoughts, dulling her guilt, and with each one, her tongue loosened more and more. "You are... trouble, Bruno," she muttered, her lips finally curling into a faint, teasing smile as she gave way to him.

A victorious smile formed on Bruno's lips as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, "And you love it..."

Sandra didn't deny it.

Because she did.

Bruno watched her with a predatory gaze, his gold tooth glinting with his smile as he noticed the way her posture softened, her lush lips parted, her gaze hazier with each sip of her drink. She was getting there, slipping past that thin layer of resistance, allowing herself to sink into the moment just like before.

He tapped the bar, signaling the bartender once more.

"Something stronger for the lady," he murmured, his voice smooth, confident, and undeniable.

Sandra blinked, momentarily snapping from her daze. "Bruno... I want to stick to what I got."

"Trust me, princesa," he coaxed, his fingers still playing at the hem of her dress, grazing the bare skin of her thigh. "Those margaritas are cute, but you need something with a little more... heat."

Sandra hesitated for only a second, but when the bartender slid a golden-hued drink in front of her, she wrapped her fingers around it anyway, taking a cautious sip.

The warm burn spread through her immediately, hitting her deeper than the light, fruity drinks she had been sipping before. Bruno watched intently, his smirk deepening as her lips curled into a small, pleased smile.

"Mmm, zis is stronger," Sandra murmured, her Swiss accent thicker from the alcohol, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she swirled the liquid in her glass. "You trying to get me drunk, Bruno?"

Bruno smiled as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with mischief. "Do I need to?"

Sandra let out a breathy chuckle, her body betraying her, shifting slightly closer, their knees brushing. "I suppose not..." she murmured, her serene blue eyes locking onto his, playful but dangerously inviting. "But I can't tell if you are trying to seduce me again... or just enjoying vatching me squirm."

Bruno laughed, his hand slipping higher, his fingertips grazing the edge of her already-damp panties underneath her sundress. "Maybe a little bit of both," he admitted smoothly, watching her reaction closely. "And maybe... you like it."

Sandra sighed softly, biting her lip, feeling her thighs tense around his big hand. The logical part of her was screaming at her to stop indulging this man—to push him away and leave before she ruined everything.

But instead, she tilted her head, giving him a slow, teasing smile, the alcohol making her bolder, flirtier, and dangerously reckless.

"And vhat if I do?" she whispered, tilting her head slightly, watching his smirk turn sharper, more predatory.

Bruno's hand gripped her thigh firmly, his fingers pressing just enough to make her breath hitch. "Then you should stop lying to yourself, beautiful," he murmured. "Stop pretending you don't want me to take you somewhere right now and fuck you the way your wimp husband never could."

Sandra's stomach fluttered, her pulse pounding in her chest.

She shouldn't entertain this. She shouldn't be flirting with him, letting him touch her like this again in a crowded bar, getting wetter by the second just from his words alone.

But the alcohol, the heat, and the way his fingers were slowly stroking up her inner thigh, teasing her, testing her... it was all too much.

"You are very sure of yourself," Sandra said, her voice sultry, teasing, her hips shifting slightly against his touch as her arousal took control.

Bruno took a sip from his own drink. "I don't have to be sure, baby. I can feel it... right here." His fingers slid even higher, his thumb barely brushing her clothed slit, and Sandra gasped, her body trembling beneath his insistent touch.

She grabbed his wrist. But not to stop him.

"Bruno..." she whispered, a mix of desperation and hesitation in her voice.

He leaned in, his lips grazing her cheek before moving to her ear, his voice low and thick with desire. "Why don't we get out of here, baby?"

Sandra's mind raced a brief image of Lucas flashing through her mind—his trusting eyes, his voice telling her to have fun, completely unaware of the things she had already done and was about to do again.

She should say no.

She should.

Instead, she exhaled, her lips parting slightly, her body shivering with carnal need as she finally gave in.

She nodded.

Bruno's grin turned wicked, triumphant. "That's my girl."

He threw some bills onto the counter, grabbed her wrist firmly, and led her out into the hot, humid day.

-

The sweltering air wrapped around them as Bruno led Sandra through an alley beside the bar, the sound of distant waves crashing against the shore. Her pulse pounded, and her skin flushed with heat, the alcohol and anticipation making her body hum with electricity.

A small part of her kept telling her to stop. She wanted to tell him no before he pulled her away before she let him lead her deeper into temptation.

But she didn't.

She kept following him breathlessly, her slender fingers tightly clutching his as he guided her toward a small, secluded changing room by the beach.

Bruno shoved the door open, pulling her inside, and the moment it clicked shut, his hands were on her.

Sandra gasped as he pinned her against the wooden wall, his mouth crashing against hers, hot and hungry. Their tongues tangled immediately, the taste of alcohol and need mixing between them, her fingers running along his bald head as he devoured her.

Bruno's hands roamed her body, gripping her hips, sliding under her dress, insistent and needy as he tugged at the thin straps of her sundress, exposing more of her fair, bare skin.

Sandra moaned against his lips, her head spinning from her buzz, the intensity of his touch making her legs weak. Her pussy soaked as her arousal burned inside her like a raging fire.

"You're so fucking sexy," Bruno growled against her mouth, his voice thick with lust as he nipped at her swollen lips, his thick fingers digging into her thighs. "I couldn't stop thinking about this pussy all day."

Sandra shuddered, her body already surrendering, dripping with need.

He lifted her slightly, gripping her ass as he pressed his hard, thick cock against her stomach, even through his clothes, she could feel his heat, the sheer size making her pulse quicken with anticipation.

She tugged at his tank top, her fingers shaky with urgency as she pulled it over his head, revealing his broad, plump chest, slick with a thin layer of sweat from the heat. Bruno quickly kicked off his sandals, pulling back just enough to yank down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion, his cock springing free, hard, thick, and already dripping with need.

Sandra licked her lips, her breath coming out in short, heated pants, her body buzzing, her thighs pressing together instinctively at the presence of his intoxicating manhood.

The older Brazilian's dark eyes burned into hers, a slow smirk curling at his lips as he caught where her gaze had dropped. "Do you miss this cock, princesa?"

Sandra nibbled on the corner of her lip, her mind clouded with alcohol and pure, raw desire. "Ja..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice sultry and needy.

Bruno chuckled, stepping closer, his callused hands sliding down her sides, finding the hem of her sundress and lifting it over her head, leaving her in nothing but her damp panties.

"Fuck," he rasped, running his hands down her bare curves, his fingers gripping her plush ass again, before palming at her soft, perky breasts, teasing her already stiff nipples with his thumbs. "You've been thinking about this too, huh?"

Sandra let out a soft moan, arching into his touch, her head lolling back against the wall, her fingers digging into his wide shoulders for support as she slid out from her sandals, her bare feet pressing against the sandy wooden floor. "Tell me," Bruno whispered, his lips trailing down her neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks she wouldn't be able to explain later. "Tell me you want me, sexy."

Sandra whimpered, her mind swimming, her body burning, her voice coming out hazy and desperate. "Bruno.... Bitte... I need you..."

His smirk widened, his fingers hooking into her panties, sliding them down her long legs, leaving her completely bare in front of him. Bruno groaned as he gripped his hips, his throbbing cock pressing against her thighs with primal need.

"Bruno... hmmm..." Sandra purred, her soft hands reaching down and wrapping around his hard cock, the heat of his skin against her skin making her pussy even more wet. Her arousal dictated her actions, craving his salacious touch.

She dropped to her knees before Bruno could even make the first move, her bare skin against the cool wood floor of the changing room as she gazed up at Bruno, her blue eyes dark with hunger.

His thick, veiny cock stood before her, hard, and throbbing, the cavernous tip already leaking profusely with precum. The scent of his arousal, the heat radiating against her palms, sent a fresh wave of need pooling between her thighs.

She licked her lips, her breath hot and shaky as her slender fingers tightened around his thick base, feeling the weight of him in her hands. "Scheisse... so big..." she whispered, biting her lip, her body buzzing heavily from the drinks, her arousal, and the sheer filth of what she was doing.

Bruno let out a low, pleased growl, his pudgy fingers threading through her elegant, platinum-blonde hair, watching as she leaned forward and pressed a slow, teasing kiss to his bulbous tip, tasting the salty beads of precum on her tongue.

"That's it, baby... ohhh..." he groaned, his grip tightening slightly. "Show me how much you missed this cock."

Sandra moaned softly before taking him into her mouth, her lush lips stretching around his thick length, her tongue swirling along the underside of his cock as she took him deep, inch by inch.

Bruno let out a deep groan, his bald, sweaty head falling back as he tugged at her hair, guiding her as she worked him over with her wet mouth. "Fuuuck... Just like that, princesa. Take it deeper."

Sandra whimpered around him, the vibration of her moan sending a shiver through his body. She slid her left hand between her thighs, her fingers coating themselves in her own wetness as she rubbed slow, lazy circles around her swollen clit.

The combination of pleasuring him and touching herself sent her body spiraling into carnal desperation, her moans growing louder and more needy as she skillfully bobbed her head.

Bruno glanced down, his beady eyes burning with lust, watching as she pleasured herself while eagerly swallowing his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. He ground his teeth, feeling her smooth fluid movements around him, making his toes spread and curl with pleasure as she continued to suck him off.

"Fuck, Sandra... augh... yes," he groaned, his hips rolling forward, his cock sliding further down her warm, welcoming throat. "You look so damn good like this... on your knees, sucking my cock while playing with that married little pussy."

Sandra moaned helplessly, her fingers moving faster, the wet glucking and slurping sounds of her mouth on his cock echoing in the small space, mixing with his heavy breathing and her own muffled moans.

"Glck... hmmm. Mhmm... glck!"

"Does he ever see you like this?" Bruno growled, his grip on her hair tightening, controlling her pace, thrusting slowly into her wet, willing mouth. "Does your husband ever know what a filthy little thing you are?"

Sandra shook her head, her throat tightening around him as she took him deeper, his heavy sack pressing against her saliva-slathered chin, desperate to please him, desperate to feel him more.

Bruno let out a rough groan, his rounded belly clenching as he felt the tight suction of her throat, her eager tongue lapping around his sensitive tip, her fingers dipping between her wet folds as she moaned around him.

"That's right," he murmured, his voice thick with dominance and desire, his fingers tangling deeper in her hair, holding her still as he thrust into her mouth, fucking her lips slow and deep, making her gag around him.

"You love having a real man's cock down your throat, huh, sexy?"

Sandra could only let out a needy whimper, her thighs shaking, her pussy dripping onto the floor as she let him take control, completely lost in the depravity of it all.

Bruno let out a deep, ragged groan, his hold on Sandra's hair never faltering as she gagged around his cock, her throat tightening with every thrust. But just as she was losing herself completely, fingers furiously working on her dripping pussy, Bruno suddenly pulled back, his cock leaving her lips with a wet pop.

Sandra gasped for air, her breath shaky, her lips swollen and glistening with spit as she gazed up at him, confused and visibly horny for more.

"Bruno..." she started, her voice husky with arousal, but before she could finish, he grabbed her wrists and effortlessly pulled her up onto her feet.

"Nah, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "I'm not cumming until I feel you... all of you."

Before she could process and catch her breath, Bruno had pinned her against the wooden wall, his broad, stocky body pressing her firmly against it. Sandra let out a sharp moan, her back arching into him, her legs already weak from her own teasing.

"Hmmm, yes... Bruno..." she purred, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, but he wasn't going to wait any longer.

He gripped the backs of her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, pressing her fully against the wall as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. "You're so fucking wet for me, baby," he said lowly, his cock pressing against her slick entrance, teasing her, coating himself in her dripping essence. "You've been aching for this ever since you left this morning, huh?"

Sandra let out a breathy moan, her arms winding around his neck, her nails digging into his skin. "Ja... bitte... I need your cock. Give it to me, Bruno."

Bruno didn't make her wait.

With one strong thrust, he slammed into her, filling her completely, stretching her tight, needy walls with his thick, pulsing Brazilian hog. "AHH—!" Sandra cried out, her head snapping back against the wooden panel, her eyes rolling shut at the overwhelming sensation of his cock sliding deep inside her to the hilt.

Bruno groaned, his big hands possessively gripping her ass, his hips snapping forward in deep, punishing strokes, driving into her without hesitation and restraint. "Fuck... you feel even tighter than last night," he grunted, his breath hot against her ear, his cock pounding into her mercilessly, each thrust sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her entire body.

Sandra could only moan shamelessly, her thighs trembling around his waist, her toes clenching as he fucked her against the wall, her body bouncing with every heavy thrust.

"Bruno! Ohhhh, mein Gott!" she babbled, her voice high and desperate, her walls fluttering around him as his cockhead repeatedly slammed against her cervix, the pleasure spiraling higher, hotter.

Bruno chuckled darkly, his hands moving to her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her. "That's it, my sexy Swiss slut," he grunted, his hips slamming into her deeper, harder, the sound of wet, skin-on-skin filling the small changing room. "Take it. Take all of it."

Sandra's breath hitched, her body shuddering violently, the mix of alcohol, arousal, and pure, raw lust sending her teetering on the edge of ecstasy. And as Bruno thrust harder, deeper, owning her married pussy, she knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

She let out a choked moan, her body convulsing violently as the pleasure overtook her, her walls clamping down around Bruno's thick, relentless cock. Her thighs quivered around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back in pure bliss as her orgasm ripped through her, her vision going white for a moment.

"OOOUUHHHHH! Bruno—!" she gasped, her body shuddering, her moans breathy, desperate, and unfiltered.

Bruno groaned, his teeth gritting as he felt her tight, wet walls wrap around him, squeezing him like a wet, velvet vice. "Augh... that's it, baby... fuck..." he grunted, riding her through her high, his cock still pistoning inside her, not letting her come down yet.

Sandra trembled, her body overwhelmed, overstimulated, but still aching for more.

Bruno smirked, sensing she wasn't done.

"Turn around," he ordered huskily, his voice thick with lust.

Sandra barely had time to register his command before he lifted her off his cock, setting her down on shaky legs. Her breath was ragged and uneven, her body still tingling from her mind-melting orgasm, but before she could recover, Bruno grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around.

"Hands on the wall, princesa," he growled.

Sandra let out a shaky breath, pressing her moist palms against the wooden wall, her back sexily curved, her ass jutting out toward him, completely open and vulnerable.

Bruno ran his calloused hands over her curves, gripping her hips possessively, his cock rock-hard and dripping with her wetness, pressing against her slick, swollen pussy.

"Damn, you're so fucking wet for me," he muttered, dragging his cockhead along her soaked folds, teasing her, making her squirm and whimper. "Tell me, baby... does your husband fuck you like this?"

Sandra's breath hitched, her cheeks burning, her mind hazy with depraved lust. "Y-you already know, Bruno..." she replied softly, her voice a mix of guilt and arousal as she turned her head back to look at him.

"Hmm, I know. I just want to hear it from you again," Bruno chuckled with a smug grin, his gold tooth gleaming as he continued to tease her aching slit. Sandra couldn't help but feed off his manly confidence—something Lucas lacked.

"N-nein..." she admitted breathlessly, her fingers clenching against the wall, her body desperate for more as she eagerly moved her ass closer to him, seeking more contact with his cock. "He... he doesn't fuck me like zis... he never could. Not like you..."

Bruno grinned wickedly, gripping her hips firmly, lining himself up with her tight, dripping heat. "Of course, he doesn't," he murmured smugly. "That poor bastard is probably so little compared to me. He could never satisfy a woman like you."

And with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her once again, stretching her all over again.

"Ohhhhh. Yesssss!" Sandra cried out, her sweaty forehead pressing against the wall, her nails scraping against the wood, the sensation of him perfectly filling her insides making her knees buckle beneath her.

Bruno set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock hitting deeper and harder as he gripped her hips tight, holding her firmly in place as he railed her married cunt. "Fuuuck!" he groaned, his lips finding the curve of her neck, sucking, biting, and marking her. "You were made for this, baby. Made for my cock."

Sandra moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him, meeting every vigorous stroke, her mind too fogged with pleasure to care about anything else.

"Say it," Bruno growled against her heated skin, his teeth grazing her ear. "Keep telling me how much better I am than him. I need a reminder."

Sandra let out a high, desperate moan, her body shaking, and her legs barely holding her up as his cock slid in and out of her soaked pussy, hitting deep, perfect spots that Lucas could never reach.

"You are—-ahhhh, f-fuck—better—better zan him!" she gasped, her voice breathy and utterly wrecked, her mind spinning from the raw pleasure surging through her. "Sooo much better... Mein Gott, Bruno, don't stop! Don't you ever stop! Ahh!"

Bruno let out a deep, satisfied groan, his ego swelling, his pace growing rougher and more vigorous as he pounded into her. "That's my girl," he grunted, his voice husky as his thrusts became more erratic, more desperate. "I'm gonna fill you up again baby... gonna fuck my cum so deep inside you, you'll be dripping with me for days."

Sandra moaned helplessly, her walls clamping down around him, her second orgasm hitting her even harder than the first, sending her body convulsing as she came undone around his superior manhood again.

Bruno groaned loudly, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying deep inside her, his cock throbbing violently as he spilled himself inside her, filling her completely with his hot, thick seed.

"ARRRGHHH! Sandra!" he roared, his body tensing, his grip on her bruising, holding her against him as he emptied himself inside her, his head falling forward, his lips brushing against her bare shoulder.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, their bodies slick with sweat, still entangled in the aftermath of their sin.

Bruno finally pulled out, groaning at the sight of his virile cum leaking down her trembling thighs. He smirked, pulling her back against him, grabbing her chin, and tilting her face back toward him. "Still think this was a mistake, princesa?"

Sandra was completely spent, her legs barely holding her up. She bit her lip, her cheeks still flushed. Her alluring blue eyes were glossy with lust as they locked eyes. "No..." she whispered, leaning back into him, craving his touch.

Bruno chuckled darkly, still catching his breath, his body slick with sweat and satisfaction. But even as the haze of his orgasm faded, he could tell Sandra wasn't done yet.

And neither was he.

He reached for her, grabbing her soft thighs and guiding her toward the small wooden bench in the corner of the changing room. "Come here, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and thick with lingering hunger. "I want to see how filthy you can really get for me."

Sandra's breath sharpened, her legs still trembling, but her body reacted before her mind could protest. She let him pull her toward him, straddling his lap, her bare skin flushed and glistening, her breath ragged from the pleasure still coursing through her veins.

Bruno sat back, his thick legs spread wide, his cock still slicked with their mixed bodily fluids and rearing back to life, standing rock-hard and ready for more.

"Turn around for me, sexy," he ordered, his hands trailing up her waist, teasing the curves of her body. "I want to watch that perfect ass bounce on my cock."

Sandra let out a seductive, aroused purr, the command sending a hot shiver through her, making her clit pulse with need all over again.

She turned in his lap, her back pressing against his stocky body, her delicate hands gripping his thighs for balance as she reached down and grabbed his now erect cock, lining herself up, her wet, aching pussy sliding over his shaft, teasing them both.

"Scheisse.. Bruno..." she moaned, her accent thickening, her voice breathless and dripping with arousal. "Ich kann nicht genug bekommen..." (I can't get enough...)

Bruno groaned as he gripped her hips, her long legs pressing against his, spreading wide open for him, his cock rubbing against her slick folds. The sound of her speaking her native tongue made him even more ravenous for her than he already was. "Hmm, that's it... Take me again."

Sandra bit her lip, her blue eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, her stick thighs quivering as she sank down onto him, his thick cock stretching her open once more.

"F-cuuuuuck... ja, ja... so gut..." she moaned, her cum-slicked walls clenching around him, her fingers sinking into his hairy thighs as she rolled her hips, her ass slapping against his skin.

Bruno let out a deep growl, his fingers digging into her flesh, her legs spreading even wider, her toes planting against the wooden floor as she eagerly rode him. He hungrily licked his lips as he watched her bounce on his cock, her pussy swallowing him completely.

"Look at you," he groaned, his dark eyes locked onto the erotic sight, watching himself disappear into her over and over again. "So damn greedy for me."

Sandra threw her head back, her moans high-pitched, desperate, her accent slipping completely, as the pleasure crashed over her.

"Mein Gott—so tief—du fühlst dich so gut—Bruno—!" (My God—so deep—you feel so good—Bruno—!)

Bruno grinned as he leaned back against the wall, his ego swelling at the way she was falling apart on his cock, her body completely under his control. He had no idea what she was saying, but it sounded hot as hell. That's all that mattered to him, at least.

"Mmmm... you love this, huh, baby?" he taunted, thrusting up into her, making her cry out as her fingers clawed at his thighs. "Keep telling me what I like to hear. Tell me how much better I fuck you than that little husband of yours."

Sandra turned her head, her elegant blonde hair falling around her shoulders with messy strands framing her pretty face, her glazed eyes meeting his lustful gaze.

She salaciously licked her lips, gasping for air, utterly drunk on the pleasure he was giving her.

"B-besser... so viel besser..." (Better... so much better...) she admitted yet again, her body shuddering violently as another orgasm built inside her, threatening to consume her completely.

Bruno groaned, feeling her tighten around him, knowing she was about to reach another climax. "Then cum for me, baby," he rasped, his hands grabbing at her bouncing tits, rolling her pink nipples between his fingers as he pounded up into her, driving her straight into oblivion.

And with one final cry, Sandra came undone, her body shaking and writhing, her moans raw, uncontrolled, her accent thicker than ever as she babbled in pleasure.

Bruno let out a deep, guttural moan, his hands grabbing at her hips, holding her steady as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing violently.

Sandra let out a sharp cry, her body tensing, her walls fluttering and tightening around him as she came again, the intensity of her orgasm ripping through her like fire, leaving her shaking and gasping for air.

Not long after, she felt Bruno tip over the edge as he came as well.

The sudden warmth flooding her, the way Bruno's cock pulsed inside her, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into her unprotected pussy made her eyes roll back, the sensations overwhelming her as she felt his warmth spread within her.

Bruno clenched his jaw, his head falling back for a moment and his toes clenching as he emptied himself deep inside her womb, making sure every last drop stayed inside.

"Fuck..." he thought to himself, his mind hazy and dark with satisfaction as he watch his cum seep from her wet, wrecked pussy to the base of his cock, struggling to keep it all in.

He smirked, his hands gliding to her stomach and her soft curves, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks of her supple breasts as she shuddered in his arms, completely spent.

"She's gonna be full of me for days..."

The thought made his cock twitch again, even as he softened inside her.

But then, another thought crept into his mind, something even filthier, something that made his grin widen in pure male satisfaction.

"What if I get her pregnant?"

The idea settled in his head, a possessive, primal thrill running through him.

He knew she wasn't on anything. Bruno loved how such a naughty wife she was—letting him hit it raw both times they hooked up, allowing him to cum inside whenever he liked.

And that poor bastard of a husband? He wasn't here to stop him.

Wasn't filling her up like he could.

Bruno licked his lips, his fingers pressing against her low belly, imagining her womb swollen with his seed, with his baby, not her wimp husband's.

"Mmm... imagine, princesa," he murmured as he sat back up, his hot breath against her sweaty neck, his hands roaming lazily over her spent body. "Me knocking you up. Walking around with my baby inside you while your husband has no idea..."

Sandra let out a soft whimper, her thighs twitching as her mind still floated from the pleasure and exhaustion. She should have snapped out of it, pushed him away, and told him that he was crazy for even suggesting such a thing.

But instead, she moaned, her body responding to the idea, her walls tightening around his cock, milking him for the last spurts of his seed.

Bruno chuckled deviously, tilting her head back to kiss her hard, slow, and possessively, making sure she felt how much he had claimed her.

"That was so good... We should do this again soon, baby," he said against her lips, his hands gripping her waist, keeping her firmly on his lap. "I got plenty more to give you..."

Sandra's breath hitched, her fingers weakly clutching his arms, her body betraying her all over again.

Because she knew—

She was going to let him...

-

Sandra stepped out of the changing room first, her breath still shaky and her legs quivering from their nasty fuck session. The cool evening air set in, hitting her skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat still burning inside her.

She reached for the hem of her sundress, adjusting it hastily and trying to fix herself, but she could still feel it—his cum slowly dripping between her thighs, warm, thick, and undeniable.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, her skin glistening with sweat, her pulse still unsteady.

Bruno followed close behind, his lazy smirk still in place, his dark eyes roaming over her with pure satisfaction, taking in the mess he had made of her.

Before she could take another step, his strong hand shot out, grabbing a firm handful of her ass, pulling her back against him. Sandra let out a soft gasp, but she didn't pull away.

"Still feeling me inside you, princesa?" he murmured against her ear, his lips grazing her damp skin while his fingers squeezed her possessively over her dress.

Sandra bit the corner of her lip as her body melted into his touch.

"Mmm... you're such a fucking dream, baby," Bruno murmured, his voice deep and laced with desire as he spun her around, his mouth crashing onto hers in a deep, sloppy kiss, his tongue claiming her all over again.

Sandra moaned against him, her hands gripping his broad arms. It should have been enough, but instead, another wave of arousal surged through her, her body responding instantly to his dominance.

Bruno pulled away with a low chuckle, his thumb brushing her soft lips. His smirk widened at the way she looked at him—flushed, breathless, and horny for him.

"I'll see you around, yeah?" he said smoothly, his tone dripping with confidence like he already knew she'd return for more.

Sandra swallowed hard, her slender fingers twitching at her sides, her mind still spinning with the reality of what she had done. She should have felt ashamed and disgusted with herself for cheating on her husband with some stranger, for letting another man mark her, fill her, and claim her in a way Lucas never had.

But instead, as Bruno walked away, his stocky, manly form disappearing into the early evening, all she could do was clench her thighs, her core still aching and her skin tingling for more.

Sandra knew that it was wrong to allow herself to fall deeper into the temptation of Bruno's lecherous grasp.

But it was too damn intoxicating to stop...

To be continued...