I called Sonya up the next day at the start my lunch break. "Ms. Torres?"
"Speaking," she replied. "Something come up in the case?"
"No, with my wife, actually," I explained. "She wanted to meet you, and was hoping you could come over for dinner. If it's too much trouble..." I started.
"Oh, no, no," Sonya said, sadism audible in her voice. "I'd love to come over," she replied. "Did she have a particular time?"
"No, just whenever you're free next."
"I've got a, ahm, 'business meeting,' tonight. How about tomorrow?"
"That works," I told her. "Six thirty work for you?"
"It does. See you soon, Papi," she told me, with a teasing tone to her voice before she hung up.
I called Elizabeth to tell her about the time for the dinner before driving home to meet her, enjoy a nice homemade lunch, and fuck my wife silly.
* * *
For dinner itself, Elizabeth made some very delicious chicken and beef burritos. Unfortunately, Sonya was late.
Five minutes passed of Elizabeth patiently waiting, chatting a bit as our food grew increasingly cold, before she glanced at her watch - a mirror image of my own. Her expression was irritated, her foot tapping against the ground. "Are you sure she's coming?"
"She was late at the bar, too. I didn't realize it was a habit of hers," I added.
Elizabeth just scowled. "Five different bodies and she still can't manage to come over on time? She's doing it on purpose." Her fingers clenched and unclenched for a moment before she sighed and shook her head. "Sorry. I'm just annoyed. She's competing for your attention, and now this, too."
"You're an excellent cook," I told her. "I'm sure even reheated, it'll be delicious."
"That's not the point." She paused, scowling. "I want to watch you grind her brains out twice over, now." She paused for a moment after saying that. "Sorry. Fuck. Let me get into feminist lady mode." She took in a deep breath or two, calming down. "I suppose in her culture, they have different norms about keeping one's appointments," she said, with a pleasant, if affected, smile.
I gave a little laugh. "Pretty good. Don't say that to her face, though."
"I shan't," was her reply, hands elegantly crossed.
It took Sonya until 6:50 to show up, making her a startlingly rude twenty minutes late. Elizabeth put the plates in the microwave one by one as I went to the front door to greet Sonya.
Sonya was wearing a fairly casual dress; a dark blue, reaching just a bit past the knees, with spaghetti straps that meant her tits visibly swelled inside it. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore an irreverent smile. "Sorry for making you wait," she said.
"It's fine," I told her. "Come on, Ellie is reheating the meal."
"I see. Where's your wife?" Sonya asked, glancing around.
"Ellie is my wife," I explained.
Sonya's eyebrows rose an inch in surprise. "I didn't realize there was a white feminist who knew how to cook," she said.
"She does, in fact. She was very understanding of you being late, she said, 'I suppose in her culture, they have different norms about keeping one's appointments.'"
Sonya gave a bark of laughter at that. "Let's get, then," she said, looking incredibly smug as I showed her into the dining room and she took her seat.
Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen, plates in either hand, settling one in front of Sonya, and one in front of me. "It's so nice to meet you face to face," Elizabeth said to Sonya, with a warm smile. "I hope that my husband has been doing a good job handling your case."
"Oh, he has," Sonya said, with a smirk back, puffing up her chest a bit, drawing my eye. Her smile widened at that, and Elizabeth just maintained a plastic smile of her own. "You look really good for your age," she added.
"I'm twenty two," Elizabeth said. "Please excuse me, I have to get my own dinner, just a moment," she said, heading back into the kitchen.
"You're a cradle robber, then?" Sonya asked me.
"As you can see," I started, ignoring the question, "I have a wonderful wife. A woman like yourself surely has plenty of other men interested in her. What makes you think I'm the man you want?"
"You're hot," Sonya said, straight and to the point.
Any conversation on the subject was cut off for the moment as Elizabeth returned with her own plate, setting it down. "Now, let me just get a few drinks for everyone and we can enjoy," she said. "What would you like, Sonya?"
"Uhh, what have you got?"
"Grape juice, apple juice, milk, water, flavored water," she said, counting off on her fingers. "Some wine too, but I imagine you drove here so let's not go getting unnecessarily tipsy." A cry came from upstairs. "That's Charlie, our youngest," Elizabeth explained. "Drink preference?"
"I guess I'll go for water," Sonya decided after a second or two.
"Great. And my husband likes his apple juice, so he will have that," she noted, giving me a glance to make sure I was fine with it, "and I will go get us all our drinks and we can finally enjoy this nice meal!"
"She doesn't like things going off, huh?" Sonya asked with a smirk, taking her fork and knife and cutting off a bit of the burrito, feeding it into her mouth. "This is pretty good," she added, as she started to chew.
"She's an engineer by trade," I explained. "So yes, she likes a bit of predictability."
"An engineer? Wow, she's shattering all my preconceptions," Sonya said, smirking.
"An MIT graduate, in fact," I noted. "She completed her degree while she was pregnant with our second."
"Sounds like a catch," Sonya replied. "Too bad a resume isn't all there is to a person."
Elizabeth returned, setting down the drinks and scooting into her seat. "I hope the police didn't rough you up too much when they were arresting you," she said to Sonya. "You know, if they did, I'm sure my husband could put you in contact with an amazing attorney to handle it."
"Ah, right," Sonya said. "You two are real nice. I appreciate it," she explained, smiling. Her acting wasn't quite as good as Elizabeth's, but if I hadn't known I might have mistaken it for awkwardness. "I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't shown up."
"Well, I just saw you on the television, and I knew that there was something awful going on. Why did you wind up hitting..."
"Marco," I supplied.
"Why did you wind up hitting Marco?"
Sonya hesitated, feigning being on the verge of tears. She swallowed audibly, her eyes going down.
"Oh, you don't have to say if you don't want to," Elizabeth said. "In this house, we respect your," she paused, groping for the word for a moment, "boundaries."
"He, you know, he'd hit me, sometimes," Sonya explained. "Then he stole my money, the money I was going to use to leave him, and he said I'd never leave him, and I just got so angry, and..."
"You didn't do anything wrong," Elizabeth said, in a soothing voice. "You were just responding to a misogynistic abuser. We women have to stick up for ourselves, because who else will?"
"I mean, your husband..." Sonya said, glancing my way. I could tell it was part of the act, looking to make Elizabeth say something mean towards me.
Elizabeth paused for a moment, as if deciding exactly which way to take the pretense. "My husband is very supportive of women, yes, but he wasn't before we got together. You wouldn't believe how hard I had to argue to get him to take your case."
"Ellie," I said, my voice chiding, and she froze for a moment, glancing my way as if concerned she actually had crossed a line. "Our guest doesn't need to hear that."
"Oh, hush, dear," Elizabeth said. "You were all, 'you don't know all the facts.' But here we are, and you've come to agree with me about her, haven't you?" I mutely nodded. "I mean, what were the police thinking?"
"That I have a tattoo of the cross," Sonya said, tapping it where it rested beneath her collar bone. "So I must be in a gang."
"Too many people judge by appearances," Elizabeth agreed. "We're all the same, deep down inside. I hope you like the burritoes."
"They're surprisingly good," Sonya said, hefting it up to her mouth and taking a bite.
Elizabeth's brow furrowed for a moment, but she let the comment pass.
The downside to inviting Sonya over was that she simply left after dinner. She could hardly arrange an excuse for me to come with her. Maybe she thought I'd follow her of my own accord, but I was playing a slightly more recalcitrant part than that.
Elizabeth, for her part, was glad to see her off. As she heard Sonya's car start, her shoulders sagged in relief. She blew a quick raspberry, as if wanting to get an unpleasant taste off her tongue. "Sorry for that, darling," she said, turning my way as Sonya left. "I hope I didn't cross any lines playing my part?" She added, sincere worry in her voice.
"You were wonderful," I told her, gently cupping her cheek. She relaxed in my hand, her eyes lidding softly as she took in a soft breath, lips slightly parted. I leaned into her, kissing her, my tongue pressing into her mouth, and hers responded in kind, teasing and playing with it, as my free hand slid down to grope her amazing, firm butt, her breasts pushed into my chest through her dress.
When I pulled back, her cheeks were warm. "Thank goodness. Pretending to be some stupid feminist felt so off. Can you believe some women actually live like that?"
I gave a small laugh. "I can, in fact, believe that. That's what makes you so special." I paused for a moment. "Any thoughts on Sonya?"
"She's a lying, abusive bitch." Elizabeth didn't hold back at all. "I can't wait for you to show her her proper place," she added, a slight pout to her lips. Her fingers clenched and unclenched for a moment, and she sighed, shaking her head. "As long as she stops being a crime lord, it's for the best either way, and I trust your judgement. She's just bothering me."
"Bothering you how?" I asked.
"With everyone else you've ever fucked while we were together, they understood the situation," Elizabeth explained. "I was your girlfriend, then your wife; they were somebody you deigned to fuck and I deigned to let them. Jeanne had her issues at first, but that was a speed bump compared to that." She shook her head. "She must think I'm fucking stupid, with how blatant her contempt for me was, and the way she held herself around you. Did you notice how often she purposefully positioned herself to show off her tits? Completely shameless."
"I did notice that, yes. But if she thinks you're stupid, then you played your appointed role very, very well." I kissed her for a moment, a chaste, brief thing. "Because you are so much smarter than her."
Elizabeth smiled cheerfully at that. "Thank you, darling," she said, with absolute sincerity.
"Now, how about a bit of a break in the bedroom before you go check on Nara and the little ones?"
"Absolutely," Elizabeth said, turning away from me, butt swaying tantalizingly as she walked. I followed after her, groping her ass, making her hum and smile up at me, before bending her over the bed and taking her, hard.
As we lay together in the afterglow of lovemaking, Elizabeth cuddled into me, her head resting on my chest, I absently stroked her hair. A bit of drool graced her otherwise flawless features, staining her chin, and she absently rubbed at it to try to wipe it away.
"What would you change about Sonya, if you could?"
Elizabeth paused her movement, turning her glance up to me. "You're asking me?"
"I'm asking you." She smiled. "This project is one you helped me start, after all. I want you to feel like this is something we're doing together as a couple, not something that I'm doing unilaterally. So. In the immediate term, what would you change?"
Elizabeth thought it over, her chin perched on my chest as she stared up slightly past me at the bed's headboard, her lips pursed. "Emotionally, I want her to treat me with deference," she said. "But that's probably not as important as some other things."
"Such as?"
"I mean, she's a gang leader. She should stop that, disband it as peacefully as she can, move people into legitimate jobs. She does own - well, 'own' - a few businesses that aren't just fronts. There could be some peaceful change, there, and given her ability makes her nigh-immortal, somebody shooting her and trying to take over isn't as big a deal. It's an opportunity for you to use your power for good," she added, smiling up at me. "In some ways, more good than I ever could have done alone." Her fingers absently ran along my chest, as she pulled up off my chest, so she was sitting next to me while I continued to lay there.
"I'll see about making that happen," I agreed, gently placing my hand atop hers, stroking her fair skin. She smiled and blushed. "Anything else come to mind?"
"I don't think women should hit their lovers," Elizabeth said. "She's an abuser. You know, I read some books on abuse, back when I was still a student at MIT?"
"You did mention them." Something she read out of pure academic interest. She apparently didn't see any parallels between an abuser's behavior and my own.
"The thing about abuse, is it's not about anger, or drunkenness, or lack of self control. It's about power. The pain, fear, damage, trauma, that an abuser inflicts, that's just the mechanism of acquiring control. It emerges from a belief: 'It is okay for me to hurt you to make you do what I want.' And that's absolutely not what anyone should be thinking about their lover; certainly not a woman of a man."
"So you want to correct that, too?"
"Yes. I don't want her to wind up beating you because she feels like she deserves to control you." She leaned down over me, her lovely, painted lips pressing softly against my own for just a moment. "You're better than her. You have all the power in the world, you could have virtually whatever you want, and you become a defense attorney and make me the happiest I've ever been in my life. Her gang sells drugs to children and has the gall to act righteous about it."
I smiled up at her, giving her hand a squeeze. It was sweet, how highly she thought of me. I think it's impossible not to react to that kind of endless, effusive affection with love in kind. Certainly, it had worked its magic on me. "Any other thoughts?"
Elizabeth tilted her head, her eyes rolling up as she thought it over. She counted on her fingers, one, two, three; then she shook her head. "Nothing else comes immediately to mind. I'm sure if I had to deal with her more there are things I'd want to change, but for now, I think that's about it."
"Alright, then," I told her. "I'll keep your input in mind, going forward." She smiled. With our relationship what it was, when I said I'd keep her input in mind, she knew I meant exactly that; that it wasn't an excuse to not do anything she mentioned, but a simple statement of fact. She trusted me absolutely.
She laid her head back on my chest, quietly lying atop me for the moment, listening to my heart pump, before finally rising to go help Nara with the children, leaving me alone.
I took a moment with my phone, absently considering contacting Sonya again. I decided against it, ultimately. It had been less than an hour since I'd last seen her, and besides: I wanted her to come to me.
* * *
"Ms. Torres on the line for you, Mr. Valentine," my secretary said, the very next day at work.
"Put her through," I said, picking up my phone.
"Buenos días, Papi," Sonya's voice came through, sounding simultaneously cheerful and wanting to come off as less enthusiastic than she really was, an affected boredom that only thinly veiled her feelings. "I was wondering if you could come by my place today. Maybe talk about the case? Maybe talk about some other things, too? Maybe do some other things?"
"I'd prefer not to set off my wife's suspicions by skipping lunch," I told Sonya. "I think you may have been a little too blatant at our home."
"Ah, she's just jealous because she knows you're out of her league," Sonya replied, simultaneously disinterested and flattering. "But fine. How about you say you have to work late, come by my place instead?"
I sighed, pretending to be torn. "Fine," I told her. "You can't tell my wife about this."
"Don't worry, Papi," she replied. "I need your amazing lawyering skills, and I don't think you'd use them for me if your wife was divorcing you. You're safe. Just getting a little strange on the side. Everybody does it, don't they?" Her voice was almost ticklish, managing to come off like innocence somehow despite the obvious reality.
"I'll see you after I get off work at six."
"See you then, Papi." She hung up.
I called my wife to tell her that I'd be coming home a bit late after work to handle Sonya. "Go ahead and eat with Nara at the usual time. I don't know how long things will wind up taking. I can wait for you to whip something up quick if I wind up going without dinner."
"Alright, darling," Elizabeth said, with a perkiness to her voice. "Good luck with Sonya."
* * *
After work, I headed to Sonya's apartment, parking my car in front of it. I glanced at my watch - the same one that Elizabeth had made for me, over three years ago now. Six nineteen. Would I come off as too desperate, coming right after work? I shook my head, taking a deep breath. I had the power in this relationship. I could fix anything that went wrong. It was just a matter of ensuring the relationship lasted long enough for me to do that.
I went inside, rapping on the door to Sonya's apartment. "Ms. Torres?" I called out.
"Just a second," she called out. Less than a minute later, she opened the door, wearing just a pair of plain pink panties and a bath robe. It hung loose around her body, not having been tied in place; areolas peaked out from its fluffy fabric, her breasts big and round and hanging on her chest. My gaze finally turned up towards her face, and she was smiling. "You can keep looking, if you want," she said, a teasing smile on her face. Her fingers gripped the edge of the bathrobe, just near the collar, tempting as they revealed another inch of flesh. With the positioning of her robe, I couldn't see most of her tattoos, just the cross above her breasts and some of the text beneath her breast, "e d". Her piercings weren't in, her hair was slick and stuck to her face rather than finely coiffed to fall just so over her eyes. I wondered if she was really fresh out of the shower, if she'd intentionally timed it so she'd look like she was, or whatever other motive.
Regardless of the specifics, my cock was rock hard, and I stepped into the room. She closed and locked the door behind me, pulling off the bathrobe as she did, leaving her topless as she simply hopped into a seat, her bare breasts on lewd display. I hadn't made her wanton like this - that was her natural proclivities coming through. Some of my commands had pushed her, sure, but Elizabeth had been far more chaste about her affections, not wanting to push too far too fast or appear clingy.
Sonya folded her legs as I stared at her, a smile on her lips, adjusting her posture just so, making her tits jiggle a little. My eyes were naturally drawn to the enormous, pendulous breasts, and I let myself stare. I knew she'd like it. "Papi," she said, her voice sultry, "do you really like my tits that much?"
"They're very nice," I told her, my eyes flicking up to meet Sonya's own hazel pair. Her lipstick wasn't on, I absently noted. Maybe she really had been in the shower. "I feel like you're going a little hard in, here. There's no need to so desperately compete with my wife for attention." I activated my power, sending the command into her. I wanted her eager and desperate for me, to make absolutely sure she wouldn't start avoiding me. She was a little too... willful, to risk anything else.
Sonya laughed at that. "Believe me, I'm not afraid of that puta," she said. "I just want this sexy lawyer I like to look at my tits." She winked at me. "I can tell you like them," she added, her hands reaching up for them, holding them up to me, as if offering them. "Want to play, Papi?"
I stepped forward to her, my hands groping one of her large breasts in either hand. She smiled up at me, basking in the attention, eyes locked on mine. Her breasts were soft, almost doughy, easy to play with. Olive-gold flesh squeezed between my fingers each time I groped them tighter, and she just quietly smiled up at me. She was hardly about to come just from having her tits played with, but she certainly enjoyed it, by the expression on her face.
"Ah, Papi," she said, "you're enjoying them, aren't you?" I nodded. "But, what am I supposed to do? Don't tell me you're just a typical white boy, only interested in your own pleasure."
The manipulation was obvious, but it still managed to be enticing. My fingers gave her tits one last squeeze, and then I knelt in front of the seat she was in, my hand sliding down to her sex. I brushed along her lower lips through the fabric of her panties, watching her expression as a wan smile appeared on her lips, her cheeks just a few inches hotter. I pulled down her panties, tossing them aside after they briefly tangled around her ankles, in the process leaving her naked before me. Then I leaned forward.
Cunnilingus was something I had little reason to practice, but I'd like to think I did a decent job. My tongue slid this way and that, running up and down her slit, getting a taste of her. My hands reached around her body, groping her butt, and I looked up at her as she looked down at me. Her fingers reached for my head, absently petting me. "Ah, that's good, Papi," she breathed out. "White boys can eat pussy good," she added, her eyelashes fluttering for a moment before she simply leaned back and relaxed, hands going to her chair's armrests.
I kept eating her out, tongue running up to her clit, suckling on it for a long few seconds, making her sigh and wriggle, adjusting her posture to practically push it into my mouth. "If only when white folks were making us all learn English, you'd made all the Latin boys learn to eat a girl out," she breathed out, her thighs clenching onto my cheeks. "You know how hard it is to get them to do that?" She asked, completely rhetorically. I slurped noisily on her clit, and she humped my face a little, fingers gripping the armrests. It didn't take long for her to finally come, biting her lower lip and simply grinding against my face, her juices rubbing on my chin as she breathed erratically and twitched in pleasure.
When she came down from her high, her thighs loosened around my face, her breath heavy for a moment. She licked her lips as she looked down on me, with an expression not too different from what I imagine my own was when I'd finished off on Elizabeth's face. "You look good like that, Papi," she said.
I pulled back, catching my breath for a moment, rubbing my jaw absently. Her fingers reached down to run through my hair, and some part of me was annoyed at the condescending treatment. I wondered if perhaps that was the point, to annoy me so I'd take the initiative. "I guess I got to pay you back, huh?" She asked, with a smirk. "Tell me, Papi. How you want it?"
It took me a couple seconds to not only settle on a position, but a strategy. "Can we do it doggy style?" Any initial uncertainty on her part was washed away by my next line: "My wife thinks the position is degrading."
Sonya gave a bark of laughter at that, fingers petting me. "Ay, Papi, I ain't no feminist bitch, thinks every third position you can fuck in is an offense to womankind." She hopped to her feet, tits jiggling wildly in the process. "Come on, let's take it to the bedroom." She headed there, giving me a wonderful look at her backside, her skin flawless save the tattoos that decorated her left flank. Her plump buttocks seemed to beg to be relentlessly fucked and used. "You coming or what?" She asked, as she stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, her nipple ever so gently occluded by her arm.
I got up hurriedly, following after her. She smiled as she hopped into the bed, taking up her appointed position; I didn't waste time getting undressed, just pulling off my belt, undoing the button on my pants, and hurriedly taking my cock out, zipper unzipping in the process of the movement. I gripped her hips, my left hand obscuring the image of Jesus with a gun as I took a hold and simply thrust into her.
She sighed in contentment at the feeling, her cunt slick and warm as I penetrated her. Her tits bounced and swayed with the force of my thrust, and she felt somehow even tighter in this position. "Ah, Papi, you're so big," she said, glancing over her shoulder at me, dark blue hair sticking to one side of her face as she smiled up at me. My cock throbbed at those words, my fingers digging roughly into her hips. She smiled. "All men think about is how big they are, isn't it?" She teased, her lips curled into a wicked smile.
"It certainly is nice to know you're large enough," I breathed out, before starting to pull back, stroking in and out. She wiggled her butt in reply, confident and cocky as she took a position she believed that my wife never had. The plush sight of it made my hands move a little, groping her ass, squeezing the cheeks of it as I pumped her.
"Go a little faster, Papi," Sonya said, her voice simultaneously eager and somehow disappointed. At that, I slammed into her again, her tits bouncing wildly, a little pant escaping her throat as I bottomed out for a moment inside her. My hands ran forward on her body, groping her tits, as I started to seriously fuck her, pounding her plush body with relentless force, balls slapping against her thighs in the process. "A~h," she sighed, closing her eyes as I pounded her, her cunt seeming to constrict on my cock, eager, ready for more. "That's it, Papi," she breathed out, biting her lower lip, visibly coming towards the edge.
I slowed down, then, teasing her, making her whimper for just a moment at the unexpected slowing down. My fingers softened their grip on her breasts, letting them simply hang in my grasp. "What's the matter?" Sonya breathed out, a faint hint of irritation in her voice at being drawn so close before being pushed away.
"Nothing," I told her, before slamming into her again, making her squeak in surprise at the sudden force. My fingers gripped her tits tight, practically mauling them, using them as stress balls as her toes curled inward, her breath hot and wild. It didn't take more than a dozen thrusts before she came, hard, her cunt squeezing and milking my cock, fingers practically tearing at the bed as her body twitched and writhed, her hips pushing back into my with sudden forcefulness. Nothing escaped her throat except a desperate, needy, stuttered breath, a whisper of erotic need and desire.
The feeling of her insides grinding and gripping me pushed me over the edge, and I leaned over her, ejaculating with a low groan, my lips mere inches from her ear. She was so caught up in her own pleasure she didn't respond to my nearness at first, simply bucking beneath me.
Soon enough she was recovered enough to have a bit of her senses around her, however, and she tilted her head, reaching for my lips with her own, her tongue sliding into mine. I noticed, absently, that her tongue stud wasn't present as she teased my palate for a couple long, delicious seconds.
When I finished coming, I groaned, pulling out of her, flopping down onto the bed. She laughed a little, sitting down next to me, fingers playing with my tie, pulling it off and tossing it aside. "You get all sweaty in your clothes like this, your wife's gonna get suspicious," Sonya teased. She pressed one finger to her lower lip, as if in thought. "Maybe you could stay over the night," she added, with a smirk as she undid the top button on my shirt. "Tell her you have to work late, then that you're too tired to drive home, so you're going to just sleep at the office. I promise a fun time tomorrow morning if you do," she teased, her tongue running along her upper lip. "Mm, imagine having her bring you a fresh set of clothes, poor little puta not even realizing the real reason her man needs them?"
I let her suggestion hang in the air for a moment, thinking it over. Her hands idly undid the buttons on my shirt, her tongue running along her upper lip as she watched bare skin become exposed inch by inch. "Alright," I told her, at last. I pulled my phone out of my pants, and she slid down to rest between my legs, her fingers pulling my pants further down. I dialed Elizabeth, who picked up on the second ring. "Ellie?"
"Yes, darling?" Elizabeth replied, while Sonya wormed my pants and underwear off me, leaving me nearly naked, my shirt undone.
"I'm going to have to work extra on that case I was telling you about."
"How long is she going to take?" Elizabeth asked, while Sonya groped my cock, seeming to enjoy the look on my face as I avoided making any noise.
"Ah, probably the rest of the night. I'll need to sleep at the office."
"She's there right now, isn't she?"
"Yes," I said, grunting as Sonya started to stroke my manhood up and down, teasing her lips just past the tip. It started to rapidly harden in her grip, and each time it throbbed an extra bit of length, she pulled back just another mite.
"She's playing with you too, right?" Elizabeth's breath was a little heavy as she spoke. She audibly licked her lips.
"Yes, that's true."
"Give it to her good. Tell me all about it when you're next home," Elizabeth said. She sounded like she was on the verge of just masturbating flat out to the thought that her husband was being played with by Sonya at that very moment.
"I will. Thank you." I hung up, putting my phone down and staring at Sonya, who was on her hands and knees, fat tits hanging low and inviting as she stared up at me, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Ah, Papi, you're all hard again," Sonya teased. Her fingers delicately stroked me. "You get hot having your cock teased by another woman while talking your oblivious wife?"
"I do," I lied. My wife was by no means oblivious, after all. "Are you going to suck it, or were you just teasing me?"
Sonya laughs at that. "You're all covered in my juices. I ain't licking that up." The thought that Elizabeth licked Sonya off my cock bubbled to mind. "Tell you what, Papi," she says, noticing my disappointment. "You take a shower before you go to bed, you get a nice wakeup blowjob. Deal?"
"Sure thing," I said.
She smiled, sliding up, angling her sex at my cock. "Since you're ready for round two, though, Papi," she teased as she ran her fingers along her sex, staring down at me lewdly, breasts hanging free and huge on her chest. She licked her lips, and descended, engulfing me in a long, steady stroke, eyes locked on mine as she did so. "Bet your wife would feel so jealous, if she saw you right now, Papi," she said, her hands running along my bare chest, her eyes drinking me in, running up and down my body.
Her hands slid over to my neck, gently examining it, fingertips sliding along. Her lips were slightly parted, dark blue hair loosely tangled around her features. Naturally a bit curly, now that it had dried. She leaned forward, not to kiss me, but to present her prodigious bust to my examination. My hands reached up for it, groping her tits in either hand, feeling their sheer size, voluptuous and soft and easily squeezed. She smiled at that, eager, loving my touch and attention as I played with her tits.
Her riding was steady, methodical, her focus more on my her breasts and how I was treating them than on filling her cunt. Her hands reached for my wrists, pushing them up and into her breasts, her expression eager as I played with her body. My fingers tensed and explored, and I let my eyes wander away from her face to just admire her fat tits, gorgeous and full and natural. I leaned up, taking one perky nipple into my mouth, suckling on it, and she sighed in pleasure before orgasming, her sex squeezing and milking my cock.
We did fuck a while longer, her riding me, getting me to play with her tits, teasing me a little about how much I liked them, but ultimately I came pretty quick, groaning into her bosom as she practically smothered me into her breasts.
When I was finished, she popped off, going into the bathroom. "You want me to order a pizza or something, Papi? It's on me."
"Yes, please," I called out, as she did whatever she was doing in the bathroom.
By the time she reappeared, she had her piercings in, was wearing a crop top and short shorts, and had her hair back in its usual style. She smiled at me as she saw me still lying on the bad. "Ai, Papi, you get too lazy I might have to come kick you out of there," she said, her voice playful.
"Sorry. You took a lot out of me," I explained.
She smiled at that, giving me a wink as she grabbed her tits and just held them up for my appreciation. Elizabeth had never been so wanton, so it made my cock throb to see her do that. "Save it for tomorrow, Papi. Get dressed so you can eat the pizza when it gets here."
I slid out of bed, collecting my underwear and pants and all the rest, slowly getting dressed anew as I put back together my suit. By the time I was done, there was a ring at the door, and Sonya cracked it open. "One large pepperoni, avocados on one half?" A male voice came from the other side.
"That's me," Sonya said, slapping a few bills in the young man on the other end's hand.
"Uh, ma'am, you forgot the tip," the young man noted, as he counted out the bills.
"Ah, right, my bad," she said. "Here's the tip," she said, raising one hand up in a fist, then flipping him off before slamming the door shut. She laughed after doing so, cracking her spine a little as she stretched.
"You do that, they're gonna spit in the pizza," I told her.
"Not if they know what's good for them," she said. I opened the door, following after the guy, fishing in my own wallet for money. "Hey, come on," she yelled out after me. "Don't- oh, whatever," she decided after a couple seconds.
"Sorry about her," I said, taking out a tenner and handing it over to the young man, who took it gladly.
"Thanks, man," he said. "Hey, look, a favor from one man to another?" I nodded. "She runs with a fucking gang, man. You don't want to get in that shit."
"Thank you for your concern," I told him. "But I'm actually her attorney."
He laughed. "Well. Good luck!" He said. At that point, the elevator dinged, and he stepped inside. I turned around and went back to Sonya's room, where she gave me a roll of the eyes and gestured for me to sit down across from her.
I took my seat, taking a slice of pizza out of the box, then noticed she hadn't given me a glass, so I got up and acquired one, filling it with water before sitting back down. By that point, she'd finished her first slice of pizza. "You're too nice, Papi," she says.
"Giving people a tip is just common decency." She rolled her eyes at that. "It is."
"It's bullshit. His employer should pay him a decent wage, not make him hope for random charity," Sonya said. "You know that during the Russian Revolution, wait staff started refusing tips, on account of tips are degrading as fuck?"
"I didn't, but in any case, you're not exactly helping him by refusing to tip."
"It ain't my job to help every dumbass in the world," she replied, taking another piece of pizza out of the box and placing it on her plate.
I absently tensed my hand beneath the table for a little bit, before simply picking up my pizza and taking another bite.
"So," I asked, after chewing it down. "Anything interesting in your life?"
"Nothing in particular, Papi," she replied. "Just business stuff, you don't want to hear about that."
I wasn't entirely sure I didn't, but I let it slide. "No other guys in your life?"
She laughed. "You want I should get a couple, give you some competition?" She leaned forward, practically shaking her tits to attract my attention, and she smiled as she glanced down at them. "I'm just coming out of a relationship, you know," she said, with affected bravado. "My last boyfriend stole from me, and I had to leave him," she said, with a fake puppy dog pout. "You're my rebound."
"I'll try to do the role justice."
"You're doing it just fine so far, Papi," she said. She absently licked her lips. "Only problem, really, is that you're married... but I guess I can't ask you to leave the feminist bitch. Just yet, anyway." She smiled as she said those words, watching for my reaction. I very carefully gave her none.
Conversation turned to idle chatter, then - television shows, local news, and the like. I complimented her apartment, she complimented my house, I mentioned that Elizabeth was more responsible for interior decorating nowadays, she got an annoyed look on her face. When we finished the pizza, I wound up being the one to throw away the box.
"Do you have work to do?" I asked. "I don't exactly know your hours."
Sonya laughed at that. "I finished all my work for today, Papi." She popped the last 'p' in particular. "You've got me all to yourself."
"I'm afraid I don't quite have the endurance of a younger man," I told her.
"Ay, I like you for more than just your cock, Papi," she said. She could tell the word turned me on. "Though it is a very nice cock," she added with a flirtatious wink.
We wound up watching television for the rest of the night. Elizabeth didn't buzz my phone at all, which surprised me a bit, but I suppose I had told her I would be busy. Before I went to bed with Sonya, I took a shower as she'd requested earlier, taking extra effort to rinse off my cock. I even did a quick jerkoff, to add to my endurance as far as her morning blowjob would be concerned. I wanted her to properly work for it.