She began to scream with pleasure as he rolled her over and pulled her legs to his shoulder. He was muscular, an athlete at some point in his life. Now he was master of my wife's pussy. Feeding on her tits, she pulled him into her. I had a direct view of the entry and exit, then violent re-entry of his dick into her cunt.
My wife had insisted he be bareback. She wanted the full experience. He was clean, she had showed me the tests. We had made sure her birth control was on schedule. None of this helped however. I was watching the largest cock I had ever seen, shimmering with my wife's cum, stretching her pussy to the max. It was like one of those hentai comics come to life. Her lips clung to his cock, looking as if the covering of a tube was being pulled away as he withdrew. She had shaved for tonight. My wife said she wanted to be a different person, not the 30 something soccer mom she was every day. She had achieved that. She was coated in cum. He had fucked her face, her tits, and now was taking her pussy. She had even given him her ass, something I had never had.
How did this all happen? We did not have much experience outside of each other. After a night of drinking, I asked her what her deepest darkest fantasy was and she confided in me. Some of the other soccer moms had used Jerome to satisfy an itch. They were married. While they had cheated, something which she could never bring herself to do, she wanted to experience what they deemed the best sex of their life, the best cock they had ever had. She wanted to keep up with the Jones', but she wanted me to be there to experience it with her. She wanted me to watch. She begged me to let her, and I, being a husband who only wanted to see her happy, agreed. That was obviously a mistake.
Nausea rolled through my body as I got up from the chair. They were too into each other to know I was even in the room. I walked out of the bedroom and fell into the couch in the sitting area of the hotel we rented. Burying my head in my hands, I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up. For the next fifteen minutes, I listened to my wife scream his name, tell him this was the best sex she ever had, and tell him how much she loved his huge cock. He blew his final load into her wanton pussy a few minutes after. The sounds of her kissing him and thanking him were muffled through the walls.
Jerome dressed and walked out into the living room where I sat on the couch, head hung over the back. "Hey, I think we need to talk." He said sitting down across from me. I lifted my head up and looked at him, eyes and face red. "I know what just happened was hard for you to witness, and out of respect for you, I promise you I will never see your wife again. Not many husbands would do what you did for her. You need to know she loves you. She just told me so. She is worried she might have fucked up your relationship. I told her to go clean up and for yall to go home. You don't need to be here, I would never come back here if I was you." He stated sincerely, "Its going to be hard to go forward from here, I have seen stuff like this tear people apart and destroy them." I looked at him with hate. "I get it, you have every right to hate me, but you agreed to this. She is a good woman. You are a lucky man."
I was not sure if he was talking about having a wife with a tight pussy or that he thought she loved me. "And how do you suggest I deal with this." I said in a low voice. He shrugged. "She owes you. All I know is that she got up crying. She needs to know you still love her." I watched as he left the room. I sat on the couch and pondered what he said. I did love her, but right now, I also hated her.
A few moments later she emerged from the bedroom, hair wrapped in towel and body covered in a robe. Her eyes were puffy. She took a seat across from me on the small table and leaned forward, taking my hands in hers. "I am sorry. I didn't think.." She started. "Lena.." I began but stopped. "Why don't you come back into the bedroom with me. Jerome told me about something called reclamation sex?" I flinched at the idea. Her pussy was torn apart last I saw it. I knew pussies were resilient, that they returned to form quickly, but it was not something I wanted to test. I pulled away suddenly, catching her off guard. Pain shot through her face.
Rubbing my hands on the couch, I swallowed down the bile that had begun to rise in my throat. "Petey, I douched. He isn't in me anymore." My wife said in a strained emotional voice. I nodded indicating I understood. "I just want to go home." I said quietly. She got up and bent over and kissed me. The salty flavor of Jerome lingered on her lips. I pulled back quickly, disgusted by the taste. An expression of hurt appeared on her face. "What?" she asked cautiously. "You forgot to brush your teeth." I said tensely as I stood, "Why don't you go get dressed and we will go. I... I can't be here anymore."
Sitting in my office, I could hear my wife in the other room with her friends. "He hasn't touched you in two months?" Cindy gasped, "But he said he was ok with you doing it." My wife's "book" club had gathered tonight to discuss their novel of the month, an item they actually never addressed at these meetings. They usually only talked about sex or gossip from the neighborhood. Lena huffed, "In theory." She was frustrated, I knew that. Since that night we had not been ourselves. I rarely touched her, had only short answers for her, and refused to be intimate with her. Part of it was fear for what the reaction would be, would I still satisfy her, would she constantly be comparing me to him, or would she be thinking about him. "You could always call him back up, let Jerome know you are needing a fix." Tessa said in an attempted whisper. Lena laughed in jest. "I'm not going to cheat on my husband. I might not regret fucking Jerome, but I am not going to do that to Peter. I love him. He loves me. It is just something that is going to take some time to get through. I mean, what if your husbands did this to you?" The room was silent. "I mean, he's got to know how I felt. How much better it was than anything I've ever had. I was pretty clear about it as he was fucking my brains out. Jerome is like 10 inches and thick as a fucking coke can. Peter is average, maybe a little bit bigger. Plus I let Jerome fuck my ass, I've always told Peter I would never let anyone enter my ass." My wife continued. Tessa snickered. "What?" Lena said put out. "Nothing.." Tessa giggled, "it just sounds like you are a fan of black cock, and since a little white cock won't fuck you..." The room went silent again. "Tessa, If you don't want your husband to know about Jerome and those gangbangs you keep doing, I would shut your mouth. I am sure finding that little website you have would end your trophy wife status." Lena spat. "Ladies... Why don't we take a deep breath and move on. Lena, you aren't the only one that has had to deal with this. There is a reason some of us women have other lovers. Threesomes always sound fun to men, but sometimes, men can't handle other men having what is theirs. So please don't judge those who do find comfort other places." Lena sighed deeply. "I am sorry, I am just at a loss for what to do. We use to have sex all the time. It was one of the things that was a source of pride in our relationship. Now, now he won't even acknowledge me unless we need to keep up appearances."
Tessa spoke again, "Would you do it again, knowing what you know now would happen? Before you get upset, I'm not suggesting you do it again, I want to know if it was worth it?" My wife answered quickly, "Yes, a thousand times yes. I have been wanting to fuck a black cock since I was in high school. There is nothing that compares to it. Jerome was intimate but dirty at the same time, gentle but rough, but most of all fulfilling. It filled an urge and an itch. I don't have it anymore. There is no desire to ever have that again." Cindi asked the next question. "And how do you think Peter will compare. How do you think it will be with him after?" This caused a long pause and then a groan of frustration. "It won't be the same as Jerome. I'm not even sure I will be satisfied. It was world awakening." She started and after a brief pause continued, "But at the same time, as Jerome was using me like his own personal fuck toy, ripping my ass and pussy apart, it wasn't the same as being in Peter's arms." The room was quiet. No one said anything and I could hear Lena starting to sob. "Honey, its ok." Tessa said getting up and walking over to her to comfort her, "If Pete was going to leave, he would have. He probably knows and is thinking about everything you just said. You are not one of us. You have a husband who loves you, worships you, does anything you ask, just because he wants to see you happy. Do you think any man would still be around if he watched that and didn't love you?"
The conversation continued for a few more minutes as the gathering broke up. As the women left, Cindi stayed remained. "Lena, what is really bothering you? It isn't the sex. I know you want to be with him again, but something else is off." She asked my wife. Lena began to cry a little. "I am not sure he isn't going to leave me or cheat on me. He is so distant, so disconnected. Do you know he has been getting into shape? We have always gone to the gym together, but changed personal trainers. This one always flirted with him before, but now... I will see them... She is touching him, laughing with him... They hang out outside of the gym also, and he just changes the topic when I ask about it, or want to be included."
She was not wrong. Two months ago when my world fell apart, the gym was the only place I found that I could escape from my head. The trainer I had been using was great for cardio, but Ashely, a former Olympic athlete, specialized in not only that but putting on muscle mass. The fact she had a crush on me and was a younger version of my wife, a version that reminded me of the way things used to be, helped seal the deal. Over the last two months, we had probably become a little too close. While I had not cheated on my wife, I had taken private sessions with Ashley at her home, hung out socially with her, and we had been naked in each other's presences. She knew of our situation and what was bothering me, had commended me for letting my wife experience it, but told me I was stupid because I would never compare to that. The only saving grace was that she said if I could get out of my own head, move on, there were things my cock could do, that his could not. Huge dicks are great, but they have their limitations, if a woman can find a guy with an average size, maybe a little bigger one that can use it... that guy would never have to worry about anything.
"So do you think he is cheating?" She asked my wife with concern. I heard the deeper sobs from my wife. She must have been nodding her head no because Cindi followed up with, "If that is the case, then you need to have a conversation with him."
I sat on the couch after dinner, flipping through channels as my wife put our kids to bed. I knew that conversation Cindi advised her about was about to happen. Lena was not the type to let things sit. As she emerged from the hallway, I glanced in her direction. Dressed in her robe with her hair up, she took a seat in the chair next to me. "Pete, we need to talk." She struggled to say. I picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "Sure." I said in a hushed tone and turned my attention to her. "Since that night, you have not even so much as touched me in anyway. The only contact you have with me is when we are in public when you put your hand on the small of my back to guide me somewhere. You agreed to letting me do.." She started but I cut her off. "Fucking another man? Yeah.. I know. You begged me night in and night out for a month. Told me that it wouldn't change anything. Well it did. Watching you talk about how my little dick had never satisfied you so much as his massive dong did, how it was the best sex you had ever had...That had an effect. What did you think, trying to cuckold me would make things better?" She remained quiet, shocked. "I never meant........" she started but I interrupted, "Yeah, you didn't think. Do you think I couldn't cheat on you if I wanted? Do you think that having to watch that, knowing that happened wasn't going to damage us?"
She hung her head for a second and then began to speak. "I don't regret doing it. It was the best sex I've ever had and no, your dick isn't going to do what his did to me, so you are going to have to get over it." Lena looked back up at me and continued, "I am sorry you are hurting, but do you think that I am not? My husband, the love of my life, is treating me like a common slut. Treating me like I don't matter. For two months you have made me feel worthless, like I am not a human. Why? Because I enjoyed sex with another man more than you?"
I took a deep breath. "It isn't that. Yeah, that hurts and gnaws at me. But you gave him your ass. You said things. Looking at our relationship, honestly, what hurts me, is that I give you everything and you take without giving back. Did you ask me what my fantasy was? Did you tell me you want that to happen? No, you fucked another guy, then told me I should come get sloppy seconds. This is the first time we have even talked about this. You have just been trying to get me to have sex with you or hold you. You never once thought about what I needed, only what you did. We saw that sex therapist before, and she told you there would be aftercare and aftermath you would have to deal with, but you don't do the hard work do you, that's my job." I said in as much of a calm voice as I could muster.
She sat stunned. It had obviously never dawned on her the inequities in our marriage. "I care about you, I just.." She started then stopped. We looked at each other for a few moments and she continued, "I am sorry, I did not think about all of that. As for my ass, it is yours whenever you want it. It was not something that was supposed to happen, he just pushed it in and I let it proceed from there. I did not think of how things like that might have an effect on us, effect on you. It also never occurred to me that you wanted anything other than me. I will work on giving back, but you are going to have to remind me if I don't try. I obviously do not know when I taking advantage of the situation." Getting up, I looked at her. "Ok. Let's go to bed." I said. Her eyes had glossed over, "We are going to have sex?" she asked hopefully. "No." I answered as if she lost her mind, "but I promise you I will begin to work back up to that."
We lay in bed, my arms wrapped around her for the first time in two months. She cried a little as we fell asleep. The week that followed offered more of the same. I forced myself to work in intimate moments with her, trying my best to achieve some kind of normal. She had thrown away the lingerie she wore that night and deleted and disposed of anything that would lead to contact with Jerome.
It should have been a sign when she got rid of that stuff because as I sat at the bar of a pub as I played hooky from work to watch a ball game, Jerome sat down next to me. "So... I was told I might find you here." He announced as he took a seat next to me. Looking over at him slowly, I let out a short breath. "Who fucking told you I was here and what do you want?" I said put out. "Your wife called me before she got rid of my information. Thought it would be a good idea if we talked." He answered as he ordered a drink. "I'm done. I'm just going to divorce her." I laughed incredulously, "Why would she do that?" He chuckled a little. He took a sip and looked back at me. "Look she means well. You aren't the first husband to have this reaction. She is worried about you. Said it has been 10 weeks since you two had sex or something like that." This would obviously be a topic of conversation when I got home. I nodded, "Did you ever think to make sure what you did or do wouldn't have consequences?" I asked calmly, looking up at the TV, "That the service you offer might have further reaching effects than intended. Yeah, I agreed to it, but I didn't want it to happen. I was hoping and praying for a way out, someone or something to prevent it. It's on me for not having the balls to stop it, I would agree with that, but I want you to think about this a little different. Let's say that person you love comes to you, begs you to do something, something you deep down knows is a bad idea, but you love them so much you can't say no. Now that thing, that thing is something you know is going to be different, going to effect the future where as you are concerned, something you can't offer. Now that person tells you nothing will change, it's just an experience. Then it turns out everything about you is lesser now because of it. My case, my ability to please my wife to the fullest extent. Would you want the person offering you that to come to you and say, look, I know the effect this will have, I want you to think about it. You say no and I will find a reason to back out?"
Jerome sat there silent for a second and then answered, "This is what I know. You have a wife that loves you more than life its self. Yeah, I may have taken things from you guys, her first anal experience, a deeper sexual satisfaction, but you have something that I cannot take and that is the bond between both of you. You are letting that go right now due to the jealousy. Look, I knew afterwards what it was going to do to you and her, but specifically you, and that killed me inside. You didn't deserve that. That is why I told you I would cut all ties, and I will hold to that promise. She was a hell of a fuck, best I have had, normally I wouldn't make that promise. Man, you get her every day, anytime you want. You need to remember that. She isn't going to do this again. She is dealing with the consequences and what you are putting her through is the worst kind of torture. You are crushing her heart and soul, and she isn't going to walk away from it. Trust me, this big dick works both ways. There are women who love it, and women who hate it. I have a reputation so finding a significant other is almost impossible. Self-respecting women aren't going to have me."
I laughed a little, "You get to move and start over if you want. I have to live with the images of you ripping my wife apart. The question in the back of my head of if she is going to cheat on me to get that same type of satisfaction." Jerome looked at me contemplating. "You have a point. You do have to live with that. But I have to live with what happens when my past catches up to me also. You have the future, and don't forget, she still owes you." I looked over at him suddenly. She did still owe me. "And what do you suggest I do? If I was looking for a divorce, I would have already done it, I wouldn't torture her first." I asked. He laughed. "Well what is your kink? What's your thing?" he asked ordering us both another round. To be honest, I did not know. I had never thought about it. He could see the thoughts rolling through my mind. "Well it seems like you have a good opportunity to find out. You don't want to involve other people, tell her she has to help you find it. Lot of fucked up shit out there man and you have someone safe to explore it with. Tell her she has to help you find your kink, she has to be a willing participate."
It would be payback in a way, and it would help us reconnect. "I can't believe I'm going to fucking say this, but thanks." I said. He laughed. "You know. I envy you actually. The love you have for her, to let her do what she did, knowing what it would mean. Wanting to stay in it when it is easier just to walk away. I wish I had something like that." He took a long drink of his beer. It dawned on me at that moment he was nothing more than a piece of meat to these women. Not that it did not have its benefits, but he was not as happy as one would think. It was my turn to offer some advice. "Why don't you do what you said. Move away. From what I've been told you can work from anywhere. So move far away. Those women are not coming forward, they have too much to lose. Start over, find someone. I doubt you would have a problem with that." Jerome nodded a little. "I got to take care of a few things, but that just be what I need in the future."
Arriving at home, I walked through the door to find my wife pacing. As I put my bag down, she quickly rushed to greet me. "I know I shouldn't have, but.." She started. I bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "No, did you talk to an attorney also?" She froze. "I..I.. Pete, no.. no.. I don't want.." she clamored as I smiled. "Why are you smiling?" She said through forming tears. "You want us to work, to be back to normal.. then you are going to have to prove it to me." I smirked. Lena took a deep breath and answered cautiously, "How?" "You are going to help me train to fuck my personal trainer. You got to fuck someone else, now I get to fuck someone else. After that, we will be even." I responded walking past her, "I'll be in the bedroom when you are ready." She had dropped the kids off with her mom, expecting there would have been a fight, so we would have the night to ourselves.
It took a few minutes but as I was undressing, Lena found her way into the bedroom. "I.. I don't think this is a good idea." She said abruptly, summoning the courage she had. Pulling off my socks, I stood in front of her in my boxer briefs. I rolled my eyes and spoke, "You mean like you fucking another man? You letting him cum in you, take you in any way he wanted. Well, you can thank him. It was his idea that you pay me back."
Standing in front of me, I watched as her eyes examined my new body. She had not actually gotten a chance to take progress of the two plus months of work in. "umm. Ok, so what, I help you seduce her, and that is it?" She asked with arms folded, defensively, with anger. I shook my head with a chuckle and outlined my plan. "No, you are going to be my fuck toy. I want to bring the best I have that night. I get to fuck you when and how I see fit. Think of it as training. You don't want her to think your husband is a bad lay do you?" Her mouth fell open a little, searching for words. "So I get to be your personal slut? I am your wife!" she scolded.
Nodding, I took a step towards her. "You are. You are my wife, who wanted to fuck someone else and did. Now I want to fuck someone else. One time thing. After this, I will find a new gym and get a male trainer." Lena shifted uneasy as she looked down at my hardening dick. Straining against the fabric, she had a hard choice to make. "How do you know.." she started before I cut her off. "That she will say yes. She has told me as much. She thinks I will cheat on you." Lena exploded, "Would you?" I shook my head, ignoring her rage. "I would just divorce you if I was going to do that." I answered. She relaxed a little with my response and sat on the bedside table's edge.
Slowly, I walked over to her, standing in between her legs. I cupped her face. Leaning over, I kissed her deeply. "Your call. We can do this and move on, or I can leave you." Her head fell into my chest. Looking down at her, I could see through the flimsy white t-shirt she had taken off her bra for the evening. The short neon green tennis skirt ended just below her ass. I could feel the fears as they fell down her cheeks. "Only one time. Then we are done." She mummer. "Yes." I answered.
Lena sat back up and nodded. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she nodded. "Ok." A smile began to fill my face. "Take off your shirt." I demanded, "And pull my cock out and reacquaint yourself with it. There was a partial look of disgust that she had agreed to do this and excitement that we were going to finally resume our marital activities as she pulled the lose shirt over her head. I watched as her DD breasts dropped from the shirt and jiggled. "You like?" She spat a little. "Is my cock hard?" I asked. She reached into my briefs and pulled the half flaccid penis to her mouth. "It will be in a little bit."
I did not have a big cock. It was average, but the work out routine had changed my body and my penis. Much like me, it was more muscular looking due to the lack of fat. As Lena drove it into her mouth, I felt it start to come to life. I looked down at my big tittied wife as she slowly let it exit her mouth and re-enter. With each take, my dick grew harder, and Lena had to work to take a little more. After a few more seconds, I decided to test our new found arrangement.
Reaching down, I ran my fingers through my wife's hair, causing her to moan with a little excitement. She loved to have her scalp massaged during a blow job. Suddenly, I gripped her hair and steadied her head. Moving my pelvis back and forth, I began to drive my cock into her mouth. At first, she was taken by surprise, gagging as my dick hit her tonsils. Glancing to the side, I caught our reflection in the mirror. As she struggled to keep pace with my thrusting, her breasts swung violently back and forth, slapping against her stomach and my legs. To my surprise, Lena reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her. She was enjoying being face fucked.
As she slurped my cock, I could feel everything in her mouth and the entry of her throat. My balls tensed suddenly and her mouth was flooded with cum. To her credit, she refused to let my cock withdraw from her and I refused to let her. Holding her in place, my balls emptied into her and she hurriedly swallowed their contents.
Helping her up a few minutes later, she looked up at me. She was shorter than me by a couple of inches. Licking the sides of her mouth, she made sure all cum was taken. With a pleading look, she asked, "I.. It... That was... You like it?" I lent down a little and pulled her into me and kissed her forcefully. The blow job by far was better than anything she had ever done. The remnants of my cum danced in our mouths as we kissed. Her large tits pressed into my body, I felt her begin to melt. I released her after a few seconds and she took a step back.
"Anything else?" She asked with some trepidation. I nodded. "You did a good job, it is only fair you be rewarded." She gave me a cockeye look as I took a step forward. I took her hand in mine and spun her around quickly. Reaching around, I gripped her boobs tightly, pinching her nipples between my fingers, something I knew she loved. She let out a short moan as she grinded her butt into my crotch.
Maneuvering her, I stood behind her still as she faced the bed. Forcing her to bend over, she did as instructed and her torso rested against the mattress. Dropping to my knees, I came face to face with her perfectly sculpted ass. I had pushed up her short tennis skirt and found her matching thong. As I pulled it to the side, I forced her legs apart. "What are you... ohh." She said with some surprise. Lena had a few things she loved more than anything. She loved certain things done to her tits, she loved having her pussy eaten, and her favorite thing was to have her ass licked. She protested at first, "I haven't clea..." as my tongue began to trace the edges of her perfect little starfish. I knew she had at least wiped the area away after her work out. She didn't like any smell emanating from her when she wore something like this. He pleas were silenced as she began to realize I knew her routines. Pushing back into me and opening her ass, she moaned a little deeper as I tickled her forbidden fruit. It wasn't going to make her orgasm, but I could feel the juices slowly building at her pussy lips.
At first it was one finger, then it was a second. I drove them into the pussy I had not touched in a few months and she began to buck against them. It took some twisting of my hand, but I found her g-spot and began to feverishly massage and coax it from its slumber. The combination of my actions caused her to erupt a few minutes later, spraying fluid over me and our floor.
Collapsing to her knees she huffed as she held onto the bed for dear life. Eating my wife's ass had always been something I did for her. Because of such, I kept mouth wash in my bedside table. As I rinsed my mouth and spit it back into the bottle, Lena crawled up onto the bed, legs dangling off. She shimmied out of her thong, kicking it off her foot to the corner across the floor.. "So you still have things you want to do.." She inquired with hope. I nodded. "I need to eat your pussy. I have to make sure I am up to par." I answered. She frowned a little. "Really?" she said with some anger. I nodded as I knelt between her legs. "My small white cock has to recover." I said, knowing it would be like a knife twisting in her. As I drew her in, I felt her tense. "Pete... Don't.. " She said suddenly.
Sitting back, I looked up my wife's body. Flat stomach, large tits that fell to the side slightly, then to her face that was looking down at me. "Don't do that to me. I don't.." She started then stopped, " never mind. Just eat my pussy." Sitting back on my heels, I sighed and stood up. "Lena." I began. She sat up and starred at me with tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry." I finally said. She nodded as they began to fall. "Lets finish our little session and we will talk." I said, feeling my cock whither. She nodded, wiping her face. "Ok.. You better make me cum hard though." Shooting her a smile, I dropped between her legs and went to work.
Eating pussy is an art. Perfectly put together, Lena's little clamshell hid it's secrets from prying eyes. Slowly parting her lips with my tongue, I found the crevices I knew she liked explored. My mouth slowly blazed the trail upwards, through her moist and wettest folds to the button that could cause an explosion. I teased it a little, licking around the edges, then painting the top gently. The moans and gasps of pleasure escaped her as I continued working my way back down to her opening and then to her clit again.
She was already juicy. Our previous activities had seen to that. Being as worked up as she was, it did not take long before she had swung her legs over my shoulders, wrapping them around the back of my head to pull me deeper into her. As her clit grew, I began to suck it into my mouth, using my teeth to gently hold it in place, ensuring the hooded mystery no longer had its cover. She jumped at the slightest touch, moaning louder, begging for more. Little did she know, my plans were about to become a bit more nefarious. Over the past two months, I had occupied my time and satisfied some of my desires though online porn. During the course of my search for debauchery, I had stumbled across orgasm torture. It was simple, keep stimulation going, and the sensitivity would become too much.
Reaching up, I grasped her wrists and held them. Lena had always loved to be restrained, so her anticipation was only heightened by this action. As I fed on her clit, her pleasure began to peak and her orgasm began to ripple through her body. Glancing up briefly, I could see her large tits had hardened and her nipples were standing erect.
Turning my attention back to the mission at hand, I kept my assault up, working my tongue around her clit and gash. As soon as the first orgasm had started to subside, a second slammed into her, then the third a minute late. I drowned out her pleas to stop and gently painted around the engorged clit with my tongue. Another one slammed into her. She struggled against my grasp and her legs, wrapped around my shoulders and head tried to push me back.
I relented a few moments later, pulling back from her and releasing her. Standing up slowly, I watched as her body tried to relax from the tense state the orgasms had caused. Lena gasped for breath and whimpered, sensitive to any touch. Wiping the dripping pussy juices from my face, I smiled.
Letting my hand drop down to her gash, I gently traced the length of it with my finger. She jumped suddenly and looked up at me. "Please.. no more.." She struggled to say. I chuckled a little and shook my head. "Sweetie... now it is time for the show. My cock is hard and hungry for your pussy."
She lay there, my cock hovering six inches over her pussy. Finally, after a second, she nodded and lifted her hips so I could pull her up and into me. As I lifted her hips and pussy to my cock, I felt my head enter her swollen and wanton pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waste, pulling me into her. It had been a few months since the black cock demolished my wife's pussy, since my own cock had felt her, since we had been one. Emotions filled me as I began to pump in and out of her slowly. Disgust, lust, pain, happiness, the mix of emotions obviously began to fall across my face. "Pete, focus on me.. not what is in your head." She pleaded through a gentle moan of approval.
Along with my internet porn, I had been searching for anything I could to help improve my performance, to help my technique. Videos, forums, online chats, I had done everything. Now was the time that I was putting it to use. Rolling my hips, my cock began to hit different areas of her pussy, one a large cock could not focus, small little zones. More than one of the women I had talked to online explained that a smaller cock, an average cock, could better hit certain sensory zones. I might not be able to fill her without the help of a sleeve, but I could use that to my advantage.
Lena slowly moved her hand down to her pelvis, slipping a finger onto her clit. Slowly, and gently, she held it still as my hips and hers rocked back and forth in unison. I was not against her playing with herself during sex, I liked to see her masturbate. But this was about me tonight.
I repositioned myself, pushing her further onto the bed. I knelt on the edge of the mattress and leaned forward, taking her hard red nipple into my mouth. It was almost as if I had set off a bomb at that point, Her legs and ankles immediately locked behind me and she wrapped both arms around me, pulling me into her as close as she could.
I picked up the pace of my thrusting. I could feel the blood rushing through my cock. My balls began to tense and as her pussy clamped down on my shaft as it had never done before, she screamed in ecstasy, and I emptied what was left of me inside her.
My thrusting did not stop however, I slowed it down, decreasing both force and speed exponentially every couple of thrusts. Her grip, which initially had loosened after the first one, suddenly became a death grip as her body erupted into convulsions. My cock stopped being fed to my wife's pussy as she pleaded with me to just hold where I was. As I gently brushed her nipple with my lips, she began to release me, allowing my now dying hard on to escape.
I gently rolled off of her and lay next to her on the bed. "So, was that what you were wanting?" I asked. She struggled to catch her breath and answered, "I don't know what got into you or what that was, but...."
She stopped her thought process and turned her head to look at me. "Where you thinking about... her?" she spat with some disgust. I shook my head. "No, that was all you." I smiled, "but it doesn't change the fact that you are helping me to train to give her something better than that and by extension, you better than that." Lena looked back up at the ceiling. She huffed and began to say something but stopped. "I don't like this. Basically I am your work out equipment?" she finally said with some frustration. "Yes and no. You owe me. I get my fun. And you get to help me make sure I can satisfy a young twenty something. In the process, we get to work on us." Still staring at the ceiling, she nodded. "Ok. I don't really like it, but that's fair. But after this, we are done. No more outside play." I agreed to her demand. We crawled under the sheets and Lena fell asleep in my arms.
The following afternoon, I sat in my office, finishing work that I had neglected due to playing hooky. Lena and her book club were in the other room, gossiping about everyone's lives. "So, you seem in better sprits." Cindi said suspiciously, "Did you two.... Ohhh. You did didn't you." There was an attempt to keep the giggling silent, but it was not as successful as they would have liked. "So how was it?" Tessa asked eagerly, "I know you compared it." The room fell silent. "What?" Tessa said as if something was wrong. I stopped typing to listen. I wanted to know the answer to the question at hand. "Well..." Lena began, "Do not ever think that when you make a deal with the devil, the devil isn't going to demand payment." Her tone was somber. "What do you mean?" Cindi asked. "Well, I owe him. Jerome can be thanked for that. Best fuck of my life has now fucked me again, this time, not in a good way." She said with a little bit of resentment. "Peter came home after talking to Jerome, you know, the conversation all of you kept texting me about making happen, to you know, save my marriage. He told me that I had two options. Divorce or he gets to fuck that little slut trainer of his. It's only fair he claims. And to top it off, I am going to help him get into fucking shape to do it. Literal fucking shape" The tone in her voice cut through the room.
The room was silent for a little bit until Tessa spoke. "Well, if you two start having sex again and reconnect, do you think..." But Lena cut her off. "No. He made it clear he was going to fuck her. This bitch has been tormenting me with the fact that she is going to fuck my husband and now.. now it is going to happen." The anger in Lena's voice grew. "I know she has seen him naked. She described his cock perfectly." "Do you think they have already.." Cindi started. "No. Peter may have got naked in front of her, but he didn't cheat on me. He'd have walked away before doing that. Look, I can't attack him on that. I sent nudes to Jerome with out him knowing before we hooked up."
I took a deep breath to steady myself. I didn't know that Ashley was tormenting my wife and telling her we were going to fuck, and I didn't know that my wife had taken the whole different persona thing as far as she did. "Did you do anything else?" Cindi asked quietly, "That can come back and bite you in the rear." There was a slight sigh. "No. The pictures were just on a whim, to heighten the anticipation." Lena finally answered. "Ok, so how was the sex?" Tessa asked.
My wife took a deep breath and answered. "Mind blowing? It wasn't like Jerome, he was just a fuck, but it was... I don't know. He did things that I have never felt and...... Let's just say that I would have been happy with our worst sexual experience for the rest of my life, but if I can have this or even pieces of it, that bitch is going to die trying to take him from me." Tessa asked quickly, "If you had to choose one, for one night, who would it be. No emotion, just sex." Lena, with out pause, answered, "Pete. What ever he figured out in those two months.. however he did last night... Jesus... Jerome was amazing, but afterwards, I wanted my husband, I wanted more sex, I needed Pete. Last night.. I was satisfied, I just wanted to fall asleep."
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