Addicted

Chapter 4: Patrice & Carlos

The drive home was mostly quiet. Patrice was happy that there was a solution for her addiction, but she couldn't understand why there wasn't a solution for her husband's inability to satisfy her sexually.

After dinner was over and the day had come to a close, she lay in bed. And per usual, her husband initiated sex, but this time, Patrice said, "I have a headache."

He frowned and rolled over. She looked at the wall until her eyelids became heavy.

When morning arrived, she prepared breakfast. Her husband hugged her, "I'm sorry if you felt like I did something wrong yesterday. I just want things to go back to the way they were."

And what if I don't, she thought. That was the problem. The Usual was not satisfying her. Her sexual cravings were more than her husband could handle. She had gotten a taste of what it was like to be fucked properly and going back to perhaps having an orgasm was not appealing.

She gave a soft smile to her husband. He smiled, "Good luck at your appointment today. Don't worry about dinner. I'll pick up something on the way home from work."

"Have a good day dear," she replied as she watched him leave. She smiled. She had already sent her supervisor a message that she wasn't going to work that Monday. After craving cock all weekend, she planned to have her pussy properly serviced all day by Carlos. She grabbed her purse and keys and then left.

Even though Patrice liked having sex with Jorge too, she had developed a small crush on Carlos. He often sent her text messages to say how pretty she was and that he loved the way her pussy tasted. These things she enjoyed reading and made her crave his cock even more.

Patrice pulled up to Carlos's house. He owned a nice house on a decent plot of land. She parked in the driveway next to his work truck and knocked on the door. He opened the door wearing only a pair of jogging pants. She smiled at the sight of his bare, toned chest and nice arms, "Good morning, Carlos," she said.

"Buenos dias, preciosa," he replied as he stepped aside to allow her inside.

She looked around, "You have a nice home," she said. His house was neatly done. The walls and floors looked brand-new. His living room looked like the showroom of a furniture store display. It didn't have the delicate details of a woman's decorating skills, yet it was tasteful and pleasing to the eye.

He stepped up behind her; showered her neck with kisses and smelled her hair as his right hand caressed her right hip and thigh. "So glad you came to see me today," he said.

Her head turn left and their lips touched. She hummed as they kissed. How she longed for that long sweet passionate kiss. It was like medicine instantly providing her with a cure for all of her aches and pains.

As they stood in front of the sofa, facing the dining area that had an amazing view of the greenery through a large window, his right hand unzipped her dress in the back and he peeled it off. She stood wearing a black lace bra and panty set.

"You don't think I'm weird, Carlos, for being like this?"

He turned her, lifted her chin, and shook his head, "You deserve to be fucked how you want to be fucked."

She smiled.

His strong hands gripped her full breasts. He undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her skin was so pretty. It had a golden hue to it as she stood there and the sunlight danced across her.

He licked his lips and then her nipples. Slowly they hardened as he sucked and nibbled gently. He kneeled and removed her panties and she stepped out of the heels she wore.

He kissed her belly button and traveled down until his lips touched her pearl. She hummed with delight as her fingers ran through his soft black hair. It seemed Carlos loved the way her nectar tasted. He French kissed her opening and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her leg trembled and honey flowed from her as she let out a loud moan, "Ahhhhhh."