Maria's Satisfaction

Maria packed the bong and fired it up. Sitting there in my kitchen in her panties and a tank top, the twin bullets of her nipples that topped her little tits doing their best to poke through the fabric. Once the weed took hold there'd be a wet spot between her legs. There always was.

She was my brother's wife. I worked second shift and owned the duplex. I lived in one half and Carlos and Maria rented the other half from me.

This had been going on for nearly a year. Maria would wander over sometime mid-morning scantily clad. Her long black hair loose around her shoulders. Her dark eyes sparkling. We'd do a bong hit or two, and hang out for a while. I was cool with it. I'd been single for a while anyway. My longtime girlfriend Hanna had gotten a job transfer with a raise she really couldn't turn down, so for most of the last year I'd been flying solo.

I missed Hanna. Smart, good cook, great in bed. Sex with her was always athletic and loud. Kind of like a knife fight only with genitals instead of knives. I had been unable to find her equal since. Not that I was looking that hard.

And then there was Maria. The quiet slender hot little morra with the wild streak. I'd warned Carlos shortly after they started dating, but he went ahead and married her anyway. Hanna and she had some weird kind of bond. Like they were besties but also fiercely competitive in ways I could never quite figure out. Maybe not even competitive.

"Why ain't you datin' nobody?" She said one day out of nowhere.

"Second shift. It isn't exactly conducive to a healthy social life. And I date..." I retorted.

"I don't hear like when you and Hanna were going at it. I don't hear the ruckus." Maria giggled.

"Yeah. Hanna was something, that way." I admitted.

"Can I tell you something?" She said.

"Sure. What?" I replied.

"I used to listen for it, and then masturbate so hard, while you guys fucked. Pretended I was there." Maria confessed. "And sometimes when you were at work, I'd sneak over and Hanna and me... did stuff."

"I had no idea!" I admitted, shocked that it had flown completely below my radar.

"It wasn't a lot. But she figured out that I liked it rough. Knew Carlos wasn't exactly hitting it out of the park. She gave me that." Maria admitted.

I could see it. Carlos was a great guy, a good provider, emotionally stable, totally vanilla. Overweight, underendowed type 2 diabetic. He was happy to have Maria. And she, coming from a home that had more step-dads than kids, and it was packed with kids, was happy to have a safe harbor. Except for times like these, she seemed to lose direction. Lapse into the blues.

She packed the bong again. Her confession had been over a year in the making. The wet spot on her panties was starting to soak through as she relaxed on the couch. I tried my best not to stare.

"Alberto, can I ask you something?" She said, a little bleary.

"Sure. Fire away." I replied.

"You think I'm cute?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure. Carlos got real lucky with you." I said.

"No, no, no, no, no... You don't understand." Maria slurred.

"No. I guess I don't." I admitted.

"Mom... had a lot of boyfriends. When I got older... coming of age, a few of them came on to me." Maria said.

"So?" I commented.

"I shut that shit right down. Promised myself I wouldn't do that. I met Carlos. He was safe. I thought I'd be happy with that." She said. "Jus' thought that would be enough."

"But now?" I prompted.

"After the first time with Hanna. Let's just say I learned a lot about myself and what gets me off. And I know it's kinda creepy, but I listen for you. Hear you jerking off sometimes. It makes me hot." Maria admitted.

"That's just wrong, Maria." I said. "You should go fuck Carlos, if you're horny."

Maria slumped back on the couch, her hand pushing down into her panties. "Carlos can barely get it up. Even when he does, he really doesn't know what to do with it. Never has. I usually have to do this..."

I could hear her fingers, her wetness as she rubbed her clit right there in front of me. There was this look of sad determination on her face as she fixed on my gaze, mixed with salacious exhibitionism. She wanted me to watch, that much was clear. She wanted me to see her cumming.

"I bought this strapon... ummmm... I was thinking Carlos might use it on me... ahhh... but I chickened out and hid it instead. When Hanna found out she insisted on me showing it to her... oh, oh... then she'd fuck me with it telling me all about your cock and how good it felt... ah... until I came for her." Maria was picking up the pace, closing in. "Woman was so dirty."

Yeah, that sounded like Hanna. I was hard as a rock watching my brother's wife masturbating on my couch talking about my cock. Watching her tummy shiver as she finally hit the point of release. Listening to the squishy sounds of her fingers in her cunt. And then she was gone. Fairly bolting out the door.

I didn't see her for about a week after that. I think she'd realized that she'd crossed a line and was embarrassed about it. Frankly, it was all I could do not to obsess about it. The noises she made when she came... I concentrated on work, jerked off when I got home.

But it's a small world, and when Maria came around again she made like it had never happened. Except it had.

She kept her cool. For about a minute and a half. There she stood, dressed in an oversized t-shirt hanging out in the kitchen for a while. It was mid-morning but I could smell booze. Scotch courage. She flopped down on the couch and hiked up the hem of her shirt. She hadn't bothered with the panties this time.

"I been gettin' these bad ideas, Alberto." She said, a wild look in her eyes, her hand going down between her legs. "I cannot for the life of me, stop them."

I was speechless. I couldn't look away. Her pussy was soaking the couch cushion. She was that wet. She shouldn't be here. She was moaning, her eyes transfixed on the bulge in my pants. She knew she'd put it there.

She shuddered into her first orgasm, never slacking as she reached up under her t-shirt to play with her tit, tugging hard on her pointy nipple. And then she came again.

"Let me see it, Alberto. I just wanna see if Hanna was exaggerating." She moaned at me. "Just a little peek won't hurt nothin'."

I wasn't thinking straight. Here she was. She wasn't subtle or seductive. It was unfiltered Maria, horny as fuck and desperate for relief, fucking her hand on my couch and begging to see my cock. I heard my pants hit the floor. She gasped as she came again.

She closed distance like a cheetah going after a hare, and within a couple seconds I felt my cock slide down her throat. A real natural. No gag reflex at all. She fucked me with her mouth until I blew a huge load down her throat. I felt her shudder and cum, her hand busy between her legs.

Standing up we looked at each other, both of us stupefied at what had just actually happened. She pulled the hem of her t-shirt down hard. Blushed and looking horrified, she ran out the door. I was vaguely aware that she was crying.

I knew she was doing her best to stay away. I thought that was a good idea. I didn't trust her judgement, and I certainly didn't trust my own. And I could hear her. Going at it with Carlos. Two or three minutes at a time usually.

She texted me.

"What's it like?" I asked.

"Well if he can get it in me, he fucks for a minute or two, and then pulls out and jerks off on my tummy. That's our routine." She replied.

"You're doing it a lot the last few weeks." I observed.

"I'm tryna be good." She answered. "Tryna stay away from you Alberto."

She lasted another couple of weeks. Over about mid-morning, she wore a floral house dress, no bra, no panty lines. I could clearly see her nipples poking at the cotton fabric.

"I'm sorry, Alberto. I been tryna forget the feeling of your cock throbbing in my mouth. Tryna stop imagining you bein' inside me. But I'm losing it. Losing focus." Maria confessed as we stood in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"I been texting Hanna. She's been tryna be supportive, but she's exactly the wrong person I should be talking to about this shit." Maria continued.

"No doubt. What do you want?" I asked.

"I want this out of my system. Maybe we do it. Maybe just the one time." She lied.

But it was a lie we both intensely wanted to believe. The last month, I'd been on a porn rampage looking for sexy petite black haired Latina with prominent nipples, and jerking off every time I found one. Problem was, when I came, it was usually thinking of Maria masturbating for me on my couch.

"Just the once." I heard myself say.

"Yeah, just the once." She agreed.

I watched her peel the housedress over her head and lay down on my bed, her brown nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. God she was cute. I took off my shirt and pants and lay down next to her and we kissed. Not a happy birthday kiss, but a kiss that made it clear that she was giving herself to me in totality. I should have stopped right there, but I didn't. I was going straight to hell.

I felt her reach for my cock, stroking its hardness, her hand trembling slightly. Her mouth tasted sweet, her tongue warm in my mouth. She pulled me on top of her and guided my cock to her dripping pussy. I easily slid up inside her in one slow easy push as she shuddered in orgasm.

I rolled over to get her on top of me. She bottomed out on my cock. She came. I slapped her ass hard. She came. Tears welled from her eyes as she rocked back and forth on my cock. She came. I savaged her nipples, nibbling and teasing them with my teeth. She came.

I rolled over again and positioned her on all fours, entering her from behind. I felt her shiver on my cock as I went balls deep. I let her catch her breath a bit and then I grabbed a fistful of her long black hair and pounded her pussy as hard as I could calling her a slut and a whore, and telling her that she was my bitch, now. She just whimpered and came.

Her cunt contracted like it had a mind of its own, a steady stream of expletives in Spanish, spewing from her as she went face down on the mattress. She was gushing and squirting all over the place. I didn't know a woman so small could have that much fluid inside her.

I had her back in missionary position. Almost ready to blow my load, I started to pull out planning on jerking off in her face when I felt her thighs pulling me deeper. "Come in me, Alberto. Give me your seed." She begged.

When I blew, it was a real haymaker. I shot a huge load deep inside her womb as she came explosively one last time.

As we caught our breath, Maria looked absolutely spent. A steady stream of my cum was leaking from her gaping pussy. She was softly sobbing as the import of her infidelity sunk in.

"I never been fucked like that, Alberto." She whispered.

"I wanted it to be hot, like it was with Hanna. Especially since we're only doing this once." I said.

"Yeah, just once. That was real nice." She agreed.

It took all of three days.

"God, Alberto. You gotta fuck me again. I gotta have more." She begged.

"Maria! We agreed..." I said.

"Don't care. I cum more with you one time than in the whole time I been married to Carlos. I'm so fucking horny for your cock. Please, Alberto..." She insisted.

I could see the look in her eyes. I was fighting a losing battle. Anyway, I hadn't been able to get her off my mind, either. Her and that soft gushing pussy. Three minutes later she was easing that pussy down on my hard cock. We fucked for over an hour, going as hard as I could for as long as I could.

When I finally blasted my load in her pussy, she slid free and started sucking me hard again. Somehow just seeing her like that had me ready again in short order. I had her doggie style on the bed, my cock head wet with her pussy juices when I switched holes.

"Alberto, what are you... Oh!" She gasped as I felt my cock pop into her anus. I gave her some time to adjust. "Alberto, are you going to... to fuck my ass?" Her voice quavering. She sounded both scared and hopeful at the same time.

"Yes Maria. I own your mouth and pussy, now I'm taking your ass." I growled. She came.

She was tight. I lasted just under ten minutes before I blew. She'd come at least four more times by then. She was mine.

It became an almost everyday thing. She'd come over after Carlos left for work and she'd gotten her chores done. We'd go a few rounds, hard as we could go. I put plastic sheets on my bed due to her gushing and squirting soaking the mattress. We were starting to wreck it.

Carlos and I were golfing. Something we did once a month or so. We'd just teed off on the fifth hole when he brought it up.

"You're fucking Maria." Carlos said.

"What?!" I gasped.

"My wife. Maria. You're fucking her." Carlos repeated.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Bra, it doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. Last couple years she's been going into these spirals of depression. It gradually got worse and worse. It seemed okay until Hanna left, then I got real worried. Then it just stopped. She was like the old Maria. I knew there had to be a reason." Carlos explained.

"Yeah, but..." I began.

"Let me finish, Bra. Like, I want to know more. So I hire this Private Eye to follow her around. She goes the the grocery, goes to the big box, the nail salon, and your place. I look in the laundry and her panties, when she bothers with them, are stained and crusted. I know you hadn't been gettin' any since Hanna, and Maria's always had the hots for you." Carlos left the conclusion unsaid.

"Look, Carlos. If you want me to stop..." I began.

"That's just it, Bra. This is gonna sound kinda fucked up, but I'm pretty sure she'd have left me by now, or even worse, if it weren't for you bangin' her. Instead, she's happy, getting her needs met, and I get the goodwife treatment and get laid whenever I want. Keep up the good work, Amigo." Carlos chuckled.

"Jesus." Was all I could manage.

Maria nearly passed out when I told her.

"How long has he fucking known?" She asked.

"Quite a while now. But he loves you and wants you to be happy. What's the saying? Happy wife, Happy life. As long as you maintain the status quo, he's fine with our affair." I said.

"God, I never thought I'd hear that." She said, relieved. "I mean I love the guy, but I love you too."

"I know, Maria. I know." I said. We looked at each other and just started undressing.

It was about three weeks later and she was over my place as usual.

"Alberto, can we talk?" Maria began.

"Sure, what's up?" I said.

"I kinda went off the pill a month or so ago." She looked at me sheepishly. "I probably should have told you at the time, but I chickened out."

"Are you pregnant?" I asked.

"No, nothing like that." She said blushing. "Not yet, anyway."

"What do you mean not yet?" I asked.

"I'm due to be ovulating tomorrow." Maria looked at me nervously.

"What about Carlos?" I said.

"Fucked me two nights ago. Probably won't want to try again for another week or two." Maria said.

"So, you're serious about this?" I reiterated.

"Yeah. I am. I think I am." She stuttered.

"You planned this." I confirmed.

"Yeah, I guess so..." Maria looked at me with that pleading look. "Carlos doesn't have to know."

"Carlos has a way of finding out about stuff." I pointed out.

"What if he says no." Maria said.

"Then it's no." I replied.

"I was afraid of that." Maria frowned.

That evening we were sitting at my kitchen table sipping on some cold ones. I'd called in some PTO. Maria was a nervous wreck.

"Here's the thing, Carlos. Maria's off the pill and due to start ovulating tomorrow. Now, you have every right as a husband..." I began.

"Wouldn't matter." Carlos cut me off.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Doctor, 2 years back when I started on the diabetes medication. We did some other tests at the time. One of them was sperm count and motility. I'm shooting blanks." He said. "Probably have been for years."

Maria almost looked angry. "Why do you bother pulling out then?"

Carlos looked confused. "I don't know. Cumming inside you just always struck me as gross."

"You're such a strange one, baby." Maria said.

"Says my wife who wants her husband's brother to breed her." Carlos chuckled. "I always did want to be a Dad. Can I watch?" He mused.

"So. Just to be perfectly clear. We're a go on this?" I ascertained.

Carlos had called in to get the day off tomorrow. Maria was monitoring her temperature every hour or so, and she was ripe. The three of us were in my bedroom. Maria nude knelt in front of me and sucked my cock until I was on full display. I positioned Maria on the bed and climbed on top of her sliding into her pussy and feeling her arch into me. We both looked over at Carlos who was looking on wide eyed. Adjusting to get the best view.

Maria kissed me as I tugged at her nipples and slapped her tits. She came hard. Doggie and spanking her ass until she cheeks glowed pink. She came two more times not even trying to hold back. I moved her on top of me in Cowgirl, and I pulled her hair making her head tilt back. She came twice more for me. Then back into missionary, kissing passionately as she squirmed beneath me her legs high and wide for me.

Carlos had his cock out and was stroking it while his eyes were glued on his wife's pussy, sloshing and squirting all over the place as she came yet again. And then, almost an hour after we began, I exploded inside her. Carlos shooting all over the bedroom floor as he watched the base of my cock throb and twitch repeatedly as I deposited my seed in his wife.

"Holy Shit, Bra. That was some porn star sex." He managed in wonder, staring at my sperm running out of his wife's cooch. Her pink asscheeks coated with sweat and cum. Her skin flushed and glowing with post coital energy.

It was three weeks. Maria's period was due on Tuesday. Tuesday came and went. Carlos was on his game, and had been railing Maria as often as he could get it up, which is to say once or twice a week. Maria didn't mind, because I'd been drilling her daily in anticipation of what the test would reveal. It did not disappoint.

Pregnancy gave Maria a serious case of the cutes. Her baby bump filling out her curves in perfect proportions. Her haunches and hips gaining a little mass, her tits a little fuller. She carried low and fulsome. Some women thrive and glow with pregnancy, and such was certainly the case with Maria. Her body, less girlish and more womanly, her libido in constant overdrive.

I tried backing off from the rough sex aspects that were more our norm going into the pregnancy. Maria knew why, that it was the smart thing to do. But every so often I'd hear her sweet voice saying "Alberto, you know, you can still spank me a little bit if you want to."

It never failed to get me going. Even in her third trimester, she'd waddle over to the couch and jill off for me. Just like she had the first time. When her water broke Carlos and I barely had time to get her into the hospital before she started into labor. It was short and sweet and we were all glad we hadn't slept on it. The baby was a precious bundle of joy, and Maria had insisted on naming her Opal.

I had to hand it to Carlos. Having a baby in the house really brought something noble out in him, and I had to admire how attentive he was both to Maria and to Opal's needs, particularly those first few weeks.

We'd waited the requisite number of weeks before we were back at it. Maria was back on the pill... for now. There was an unspoken agreement that when the time was right, Opal would get a sibling. Carlos had already hinted that it would be sooner rather than later if he had anything to say about it.

For now I was just happy to have my squirting, filthy mouthed nympho chica back bouncing and squirting happily on my cock.