Lucia's Bet

When Lucia went to her friend John's house that day, she only had one goal and that was to fuck him.

It had all started the day before, when she was riding her boyfriend Rob's cock on his kitchen floor.

She rolled her hips, ground her clit into the base of his dick, and bent forward, letting him suck on her tits.

"You're so fucking good," he mumbled as he came up for air, "You could get any guy in the world to fuck you."

Lucia just laughed, Rob moaning as her pussy clenched around him. "Any guy? Even John?" she asked, naming a friend of theirs who'd been happily married to his wife Anna for ten years, and even before that had never been particularly wild.

"You could definitely fuck John." Rob closed his eyes, and she could tell he was close.

"Wanna bet?" And with that, he came, shouting her name before turning his attention and his mouth to her soaking wet pussy.

Lucia replayed the image in her mind, standing on John's front porch. She knew that the idea was just Rob's dick talking, but he should've known by then that she always took the opportunity to be a slut.

She was dressed like a slut today, in tiny jean shorts and an even tinier tank top that was light pink and basically see-through. Although he'd never admit it, she'd spotted John staring at her tits before. In this ensemble, his eyes were liable to pop right out of his head.

"Lucia? What are you doing here?" John said upon opening the door, his eyes already glued to her cleavage. God, this was gonna be easy.

"I was just in the neighbourhood!" Lucia replied breezily, swanning inside and wrapping him in a big hug.

They sat on his couch and made small talk, Lucia gesturing wildly to make her tits bounce the way she knew drove guys crazy.

"Everything is great with Rob, except sometimes I wish he'd stop being a gentleman and just fuck me!" she said, eyeing John's growing erection in his jeans. The poor guy never stood a chance.

"What?" John replied, spluttering.

"Just rail me just because he feels like it. Enough of the romance. Have you ever done anything like that?" Hook, line, and sinker.

As he tried to find an answer, Lucia looked right at him. "You know, John, I'm getting the feeling you wanna fuck me."

If his eyes weren't popping out of his head before, they were now.

"No! No, Lucia, I'm sorry, oh god I must seem like such a creep!" he cried, putting a friendly hand on her shoulder. But she wasn't looking for friendly.

"I want you to fuck me," she clarified.

"Oh."

He practically pounced on her, his mouth finding hers, and his warm body enveloping her. But as soon as it began, he stopped.

There was a moment she was afraid he'd chickened out, that her aching would go unanswered. Instead, he simply grabbed her hand, pulling her off the couch and towards the bedroom.

Inside, he kissed her again, deep and insistent, pushing her up against the wall and pulling off her clothes.

"Fuck, Lucia," he whispered. She smiled and unzipped his pants, getting her hand around his ample cock, almost throbbing with want.

"I've wanted you for a long time," she said. It was true. Sure, she wanted to fuck most of her friends (and had fucked most of them), but John was especially cute. He was tall, slender but muscular, and he had a strong nose and floppy 90s pretty boy hair.

For a moment she felt bad about what she was doing. After all, she liked his wife, Anna. But she could fuck her, too. And the way John was pawing at her, grabbing her ass and licking her tits like he was starving, it wasn't like he was an unwilling participant in the infidelity.

"Please fuck me," she mumbled, barely aware she was even saying it. All she knew was that John was dipping one finger into her cunt, his thumb pulsing on her clit, and that she still hadn't seen his cock. Lucia needed him, now.

Luckily, he seemed to feel the same way, pulling her towards the bed. The back of Lucia's knees hit the mattress, and she let herself fall backwards. John crawled after her, pulling off his boxers as he went.

His cock was gorgeous, full and long. It was almost graceful, the way it hung at attention, but Lucia knew it could satisfy her just the way she wanted.

She reached out to stroke it, but before she could, John flipped her over with a deft strength.

"Get on all fours," he murmured, and her pussy twitched in delight as she obeyed.

Once she was in position, John slid his cock ever so slowly inside her, grabbing her ass and then her tits for leverage until he was buried to the hilt. Lucia gasped, his cock perfectly filling her up.

He paused for a moment, before withdrawing just as slowly, his cock sliding deliciously against her walls. She moaned, and he laughed, before driving his cock back inside her pussy as hard as he could, over and over again, knocking the wind out of her.

All she could do was whimper as he fucked her, harder than she ever knew she wanted.

"You like that?" he was saying, "You like that, you dirty fucking whore?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh god, oh god, please, yes!" she cried as he slapped her ass, never slowing down as he thrusted into her.

"Whore homewrecker," he mumbled, and god was she close. John pinched her nipples, so hard she yelped a little, tugging on her tits like he owned them, and that was enough. Lucia came, ecstasy washing over her, her cunt pulsing as she rode out the never-ending wave.

"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm coming," Lucia cried, and John slapped her ass again. She couldn't wait for it to leave a mark.

John was still fucking her, in and out like a jackhammer, and as soon as her orgasm subsided, she could feel another one building. This was everything she'd been looking for and more.

Weakened by her orgasm, Lucia dropped on the bed, her arms no longer supporting her. She lay there, shattered, thinking of nothing but her pleasure, the great plateau of lust and want and more more more surging through her body.

John grabbed her hair and pulled her back up, until they were both kneeling, one hand yanking on her hair the other grabbing her tit, twisting and pulling until all she could do was scream his name.

All too soon, though, John tensed up, delivering one last thrust as he came, sucking a hickey into her neck, and falling back onto the bed.

Lucia fell with him, totally overcome. They lay there, panting and slick with sweat. She could feel her wetness smeared down her thighs.

"Well," John started, "I think you should probably be going now."

"Oh, okay," Lucia replied, sitting up. It wasn't like she wasn't used to fucking and running, but ten seconds seemed to be a new record.

Still a little uneasy on her feet, she stood up and dressed, John watching her.

Lucia walked towards the door, but before she could cross the threshold, John was on her again, shoving her up against the wall and undoing the button on her shorts she'd just done up in one fell swoop.

"Don't think I'd let you leave just yet," he breathed as he pressed an urgent kiss to her lips.

He yanked down her shorts just far enough with one hand, while the other held her firm to the wall by her tits. As he kissed her, he pushed two fingers inside her soaked pussy, hitting her g-spot and making her cry out.

"Oh fuck, John, I'm gonna come," Lucia moaned as his fingers pistoned in and out of her.

"Come for me," he snarled, and she did as he said, her second orgasm even bigger than the first. Her knees buckled and her vision blurred, and all she could do was grab onto him, gasping and moaning.

John didn't let up, no. He kept up his assault, shoving his fingers inside her, in and out, in and out, while his thumb furiously rubbed her clit. He might have been giving her pleasure, but it was all for his own gratification.

Lucia came again within seconds, and then again not long after. She could barely stand up, would have fallen if not for John pinning her against the wall. It felt like all the blood in her body was rushing to her clit, like her whole world was collapsing in on itself until nothing existed except John's fingers and her never-ending spark of want and pleasure and lust.

Sometime later, after at least two more orgasms and Lucia was seriously considering telling him to stop, that it was simply too much, John slowly pulled his fingers out of her, and licked her glistening juices off before kissing her. She could taste herself as their tongues met, and goddamn that was nearly enough to put her over the edge again.

"Fuck, John," Lucia mumbled.

"That's what I like to hear,"

Somehow, Lucia managed to zip up her shorts and head home without either collapsing from her afternoon overload of pleasure or John pouncing on her again. At her apartment, she told Rob about every delicious, sweaty moment until his cock was hard in his jeans and he practically dived towards her pussy, making her come yet again with his tongue lapping up and down her labia and sucking on her clit.

Yes, sometimes being a whore homewrecker had its advantages.