Prologue.

“Hey, I’m really sorry to hear about your breakup…” came her message. It a had been a couple of months since, so it was less raw and I’d done all the good work, hitting the gym and throwing myself into work.

“Thanks” I messaged back. “It’s all for the best in the end. How have you been?”

“Been a bit busy but really good! Keeps me out of trouble! Guess all the girls around town better watch out now you are single huh?”

“Umm yeah something like that…” I replied, cautiously. We had been involved in a very non-serious fling one summer when I had been home on a uni break. It only lasted for a month or so before I went away again, and Megan had moved on and gotten married to Mike and had kids.

Her next message caught me off guard, and I put my phone down, heading to the shower in annoyance, feeling it was unfair to put me in that situation.

“Well if you ever need some company… I’d be keen to catch up…”

It was the winky face at the end that annoyed me.

Finishing my shower, contemplating things, I messaged back.

“Listen, I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not about that cheating life. I’m not interested in being the other guy”

I dried myself off, when my phone buzzed again. Not from her, instead from her husband. Fuck. I opened it, puzzled.

“What if I knew?” He asked.

“Umm, what?”

“What if I knew she was coming to see you? Would it change your mind?”

“Why would you let me do that?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“I don’t know… it’s just always something I’ve kind of had a fantasy about… her being with another man…”

I sat in shock and confusion. Was this for real? Is this some kind of joke? My phone buzzed again.

“She always spoke highly of you, as a lover, and a person. I think the fact you said no because she is married proves that. But you would be helping me out to be honest. Plus she says you have a massive dick and I can’t get that image out of my head…”

“Umm thanks, I think?” I said. I was humbled and yet still my mind swirling. “I mean if it’s what you both want, that could change my opinion. I think maybe we all need to sleep on it and see”

“I agree, let’s sleep on it and see” he replied. “But I know it’s what I want”

Her message came through almost immediately after, confirming they were also having a conversation on the other side of the fourth wall.

“I want it too” she said. “I want you…”

Sleep barely took me as my mind swirled. Memories of our summer together, the heated nights of passion together. Ohhhh fuck.

I woke early the following morning and hit the gym, still distracted. I managed to focus for work, but when their messages came through mid morning, I was filled with tension.

“I want it” came his message.

“I want it too” came hers

“Then I’m in” was my reply to both.

We spoke over the next couple of days, deciding she would visit me on Friday evening.  And we all would agree on some ‘ground rules’ so to speak.

We established she would be a little shy, especially given that she hadn’t been with another guy for many years now and her body had changed with child birth. Safe sex had also been a priority and although she was on the pill, I had offered to wear condoms out of respect to Mike.

His exact worlds were “actually I would appreciate it if you came inside my wife”

That one spun my mind a bit.

The story

By the time Friday came, work was chilled out and I made sure to hang around and have a beer or two to relax. Heading home I showered, sipped a whiskey to calm my nerves, shaved and dressed myself.

“My wife is in her way” came Mike’s txt. I shivered, suddenly very nervous.

Another whiskey helped. Not too many though.

“Are you sure you want this? Last  chance?” I asked.

His reply was solid as confirmed all I needed to know.

“Please fuck my wife”

As I heard her pulling into my driveway I poured two glasses of her favourite rosé. I heard her car door shut and a few seconds later a gentle knock at the door. Taking a deep breath, I opened it.

“Hey!” I greeted her with a smile and a hug, guiding her inside, trying to seem as confident as I could in this most fucked up of situations. “Come in, come in! You look fantastic!”

“Thanks!” She said with a smile. “You too, and you smell amazing!”

I showed her towards the kitchen, telling her to leave her heels on as she went to take them off. She did look amazing, her thick legs in figure hugging jeans, her wide and round ass popping out perfectly on display and I knew she could feel my eyes on her, drinking her in.

She wore a loose fitting black sleeveless top over her size 14 figure with sequins all over it. She looked classy yet casual, her shoulder length brown hair straightened, her bright green eyes framed with minimal leg classy makeup, nails painted a deep dark blue.

I offered her the drink, clinking glasses as we sipped the wine, our eyes locked together with teenage excitement. Her smile was nervous and yet excited, and we both seemed to carry the same energy leaning against the island kitchen bench.

Taking another sip, with both smiled, knowingly, before quickly kissing deeply and passionately, hands wandering all over each other’s bodies.

As our lips parted, we both giggled like teenagers. It was like the breaking of that initial tension, the return to something more familiar.

“I needed that!” She sighed, the relief in her face evident. “I’ve been so nervous!”

“Me too!” I replied. “But a nip of whiskey helped!”

“Ohh, I could go one of those!” She said. I turned and retrieved the bottle from above the shelf and felt her eyes inspecting each and every move as she asked. “What have you got to be nervous about?”

“I dunno. I kinda feel like I have to perform. Like I have the pressure of the three of us on my shoulders” I said, pouring two short glasses over ice.

We both nipped the first and she tapped the glass for a second.

“You shouldn’t be. I’m very into this, and Mike is too…” she said.

“Yeah he seems it” I grinned, topping her up. “I’m surprised he didn’t want to be involved. I would have thought, I dunno, maybe more of a threesome situation, would have been more appealing to you both?”

I searched her face for answers, her eyes remained thoughtful and deep as she remained staring at her drink, searching for the words as the lightly swirled its contents.

“I think maybe, he’s a bit shy, when it comes to this” she started. I could tell she was trying to balance the respect for him with my curiosity for what we were getting into and allowed her to process the thoughts patiently, not pressing her.

“He knows you are… larger than him” she continued with an unconcealable smirk. “And we have had a lot of sex, me and him, since we have been talking, but it hasn’t, ummm, lasted long, from his side…”

I chuckled slightly, catching myself and trying to be respectful before she continued.

“And for me that’s kinda reassuring, knowing he really is into it. On the whole, yeah he could last longer, but this week has been particularly bad, but he always makes me cum using his mouth. It’s just the difference between having sex and getting…. Fucked”

“I can understand that” I said. “But that kinda just makes me feel more pressure now!”

“No no, not at all, that’s what I’m trying to say…” she explained. “If nothing was to come of tonight, if the chemistry was off or this didn’t work for you, for Mike and I it’s been fun. It’s already made our sex life better, so don’t feel any pressure!”

I leaned forward and kissed her again. Even with her heels on, she stood a solid 9 inches shorter than me. This kiss was different. I felt more powerful, dominant. It was purposeful, my tongue invading her mouth and feeling her melt before me.

As we broke the kiss, we both drained our glasses. I put the bottle of whiskey away and reached for our wines, her eyes still not meeting mine.

“Would you like to move to the lounge to talk somewhere more comfortable?” I asked.

Her eyes met mine. She spoke softly, yet recklessly.

“I don’t think so… I don’t think I can make it that far…”

I watched as she maintained eye contact, sliding to her knees in front of me. Her hands came up to my belt, unfastening it and working on the buttons and fly before tugging them to my knees.

She quickly reached back up, slipping her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and hooking them over forming erection, sliding them down my thighs as well.

She gasped as my cock flopped free, an excited grin spreading across her face. She looked up at me, speaking before beginning her work massaging my balls with her tongue.

“God you are big” she grinned, reaching up with her right hand and stroking my hardening length and she sucked my right testicle.

I groaned as she switched over, licking my left as she switched my cock over to her other hand.

“Mmmn, damn” I groaned. She giggled, misinterpreting me.

“You like that babe?” She asked proudly, looking up at me with desperate eyes.

“Oh it feels amazing” I replied. “But i was more groaning about the… interesting nature… of having another man’s wife’s wedding ring wrapped around my cock…”

“Ohh shit” she blushed. “I… I didn’t even think of that. Do you want me to take it off?”

She trailed the tip of her tongue along the underside of my shaft, swirling it around my swollen head, collecting my precum and swallowing it all.

“No… I kind of…. really like it” I admitted. I swallowed deeply as she began working her mouth up and down my cock, her hand moving along the base of my trunk in time with her movements. “Reminds me of what a naughty little married slut you are”

She gasped, sliding off me for a moment, sucking on my balls again before coming back for more.

“I love it!” She said. “And I know Mike will enjoy hearing that….”

We almost thought the same thing at the same time, her reaching to the ass pocket on her jeans and handing me her phone. She swiped away a couple of messages marked ‘husband’ in annoyance before asking me to take photos.

I took several different iterations while she continued to work my shaft with her mouth and hands.

“Do you want me to do a video?” I asked and she nodded with a smile, ramping things up as she talked to the camera.

“Oh fuck I love this big dick in my mouth…” she said between operations, switching back and forth between sucking, licking and dropping down to tease my balls.

“Does my wedding ring look good wrapped around it? Mmm it’s so big and tasty. It’s bigger than yours Mike, much bigger than you. Mmmm I want it inside me so badly…”

I stopped the recoding and placed her phone on the bench, swinging slightly with disorientation. Maybe a touch of alcohol as well. She stood, passion and desire in her eyes.

“I need you” she hummed as we kissed, our arms wrapping around each other. “Take me to bed…”

It was a tornado of spinning and arms and legs and clothes flying everywhere as we made our way down the hallway. She lost her top before she grabbed at my shirt and tugged it over my head. I stumbled slightly, my pants still at my knees limiting my movement but she half caught me and I pressed her to the wall.

We kissed passionately and I brought her arms above her head and pinned them to the wall using my left hand, forcing her to spin and face the wall, pressing her against it with my body. Her head turned to the side and my mouth found hers, kissing her from behind.

I broke the kiss and worked a trail of kisses back to her earlobe, gently nibbling at it as my right hand worked down the side of her body, slowly. I enjoyed the way she reacted to my touch on its journey, before reaching between her and the wall and releasing her button and lowering her zip.

I felt her goose pimples spread across her body as I slid my fingers inside her jeans, finding her panties hot and damp, massaging her through the fabric as she groaned. I slid my hand back up slightly, manipulating my fingers between her skin and the silk and sliding back down to her slit.

She groaned at the stimulation, her ass instinctively grinding back into me as my teeth shallowly into her shoulder, only amplifying things. She shuddered and pulled against the pinning of her hands against the wall fruitlessly, the lack of control frustrating, yet arousing her.

I dipped my fingers into her dampness, bringing them back up to circle her love button, with instant effect. She gasped, suddenly grateful her hands were pinned and holding her up. Her head falling back, I dodged the reverse head butt, kissing her neck as she twisted in desire.

“Just take me to bed and fuck me already!” She hissed impatiently.

I released her, tossing her over my shoulder before marching her off to my bedroom like a Neanderthal returning who his cave with a conquest as she giggled like a schoolgirl. I nearly tripped over my own pants, gently placing her down on my bed and kicking them off.

I immediately went to work. I flipped off her heels and tugged the jeans off her ankles, tossing them aside. I looked up over her body, her skin illuminated by two dim bedside lights.

“God you are sexy, Megan!” I growled.

She looked so delicious, her body stretched out before me. Her eyes sparkled, as did her smile, grinning with excitement from ear to ear. Her bra made her tits look phenomenal, with her matching panties showing signs of dampness already.

I kissed the inside of her right thigh, slowly trailing up towards her sex with soft, gentle kisses. As I approached the inside of her hip, I switched to the opposite leg.

“Urgh!!!” She groaned as she writhed on the bed before me, trying to pull me in closer with her heels on my shoulders. “You are such a tease!”

This only slowed my pace further, making me smile as I watched her squirm in pleasurable agony. As I reached her groin, it took every inch of self control within me not to dive into her, but I enjoyed teasing around the edge of her pantyline as she ached for more.

Unable to contain myself anymore, I pressed my mouth to the saturated fabric, suckling her flavour through the silk. She had a delicate and delicious scent, her juices saturated in a way that told me she had been wet with anticipation for some time.

I pulled her panties to the side, revealing her smooth glory to me. I started at the base of her slit, licking up one side of her puffy lips and savouring the flavour before repeating the process. She let out a deep groan as I began flicking my tongue back and forth lightly across her lips.

I worked from the base of her slit up towards her clit, circling around it and then back down the other side as she writhed beneath me, whispering for more and groaning my name. Dropping down to the base of her slit, I punched my tongue deep into her pussy.

“Oh fuckkkkkk” she groaned, pushing her hips up to me, desperately crying out. “Please just fuck me already!”

I lifted her hips up, pulling her underwear off and tossing them off to the side before diving back into her. I fucked her with my tongue until my face was saturated and then moved up to her sensitive, throbbing clit.

She gasped, her knuckles white as she clasped at the bed. I felt her energy flowing freely as I peppered him clit with an onslaught from my mouth. Pausing briefly, she cried out in primal desperation, begging me not to stop.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” I asked cheekily.

“Please don’t stop!” She begged, her passion surprising me. “Please, I haven’t come from oral in years and I’m so close!”

It was all that I needed, my tongue going into overdrive as I licked and lapped and sucked and pounded her sensitive button with my tongue. Her hisses and groans got tighter and more intense as I continued, finally erupting into a deep and powerful climax.

I licked her through the apex of her orgasm before she finally bucked me free, my touch becoming to sensitive as she gasped and groaned beneath me. I gave her some room for a moment, moving the messy duvet out of her way and laying beside her as she continued to twitch and pulse, holding her close as she returned from another dimension.

“You alright there?” I quipped as she struggled to gain her breath. She nodded, trying her best to focus her eyes on me, though they kept spinning in opposing directions, eventually slowing like a slot machine.

“That was… intense!” She finally said as we giggled. Finally regaining her senses, she took control and pushed me to my back, grabbing the base of my shaft with one hand and lowering her leg over me. She rubbed the tip of my cock along her dripping lips, sliding her hips back and down onto me.

“Oooh, fuck!” She groaned with a deep intensity. Her movement was slow and controlled, her resistance natural as I stretched her out, taking me about half depth before letting her grip on me go, balancing herself and taking several breaths before biting her bottom lip nervously. I reached up and our fingers laced together to stabilise her and she slowly lowered her self.

She dropped deeper onto me in slow stages, taking another inch and then another deep breath, then pausing before repeating the process. When she finally reached the base, she let out a deep, primal groan and her eye rolled back in her head.

I could feel her twitching, her entire body grasping at my cock as her insides adjusted to its invasion. I felt a bead of her juices run down my balls and felt her fingers gripping into my hands.

“You are just so big…” she groaned, her eyes with the Devil in them. “But mumma didn’t raise no quitter!”

She began as slow, controlled bounce, more of a grind than a full bounce. I felt her body craving it all, her breathing controlled and purposeful, yet her cunt hungry, stretched and aching yet determined to take it all. Her face contorted with a passion and focus as she slowly relaxed and gained faith that she could take me.

Her cadence increased and she began to groan my name, hitting her full stride shortly afterwards. I began to thrust slightly upwards to meet her strokes and control the narrative, but her nails dug into the backs of my hands, before pressing them to the bed and she leant forwards over me, finally all fear of hurting herself gone.

“Oh no!” She growled, animalistic. “Uh ahh, no teasing. I need this… oh I need it so bad. It’s so big and perfect!”

I knew from the look on her face that there was no point in arguing with her, relaxing and letting her enjoy herself. She quickly turned the corner, each stroke getting harder and harder as her cheeks began to slap against my thighs with each stroke. But I could still feel her resisting one final thing.

“Stop holding back” I insisted. “There’s no need to be quiet. Nobody can hear us here. Be free”

It was just what she needed as I felt the final tension leave her body, her groan so deep and primal it reverberated through her soul.

Her pussy moistened and clamped down on me as she rode me harder and harder, her nails digging deep into my flesh before her eyes shot open in shock, her head flying backwards with a smile of pure happiness as her climax took hold.

She called my name over and over as she began screaming in tongues, her whole body shuddering before she collapsed forwards into my chest. Her breath was damp in my chest as she panted, her cunt oozing ladyjuice down my balls. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest through her ample bosom.

“You are fucking unreal” she finally panted, my cock slipping from her as she looked up to me.

“It’s not just me…. It’s the chemistry” I replied to a nod from her, thoughtfully. “We obviously have that. Plus the whole situation. I know it must hard to have mind blowing sex when you are in a routine and have kids and can’t fully relax at home”

“Yeah for sure…” she replied. “Plus knowing this was fully just about sex, about it being a good time. The anticipation. The chats with hubby. Knowing he’s into it. It all helps… speaking of which, do you mind if I txt him? I had said we would be talking for a while before we did anything. But obviously skipped that step…”

I retrieved her phone for her, as well as some refreshments before returning to the bedroom. As she lay on her side facing away from me to message him, I couldn’t help myself, kissing the back of her neck but not looking at her phone, allowing her the privacy of her messages.

I felt her skin pimple up and shudder as I held her close, spooning her. My cock rested against her cheeks and she instinctively ground against it and I gently nibbled at her exposed shoulder.

“You… make it very… difficult to… concentrate…” she hummed playfully, as I felt her typing out a message, then the woosh as it sent.

“I’m sorry” I giggled. “I can stop if you want…”

“You know I don’t want that…” she groaned, melting into me. “And you know you aren’t sorry either!”

“No, I’m not” I smirked. I gently nibbled her shoulder as her phone vibrated. I felt her trying to look at it, sliding my cock along her slit to try distract her. Somewhat guiltily, I felt my ego twinge.

I knew their marriage came first, and this was an experience they were sharing together, but I enjoyed knowing I was the distraction. She gasped, her head on a swivel as she looked back at me, her mouth aghast.

“Did you tell him he’s not allowed to jack off??” She asked, shocked.

“Oh….yeah..” I responded nonchalantly. I was still gauging if she was mad at me, or how she felt. When she spoke again, there was a softness, a curiosity to her voice.

“Why?” She asked.

“I’m not sure entirely” I responded, thinking through it as I spoke, slowly. “I think it stems from the whole… arrangement. That it brings out the… alpha in me… if that makes sense?”

She nodded. I could feel her pressing back with every word.

“I think when he suggested that we don’t use condoms… that he wanted me to fuck you raw… to cum inside you… and after all the things he has said…I kinda knew he would be into it…”

“How so?” She asked, a little whimper in her voice. She adjusted her legs slightly to try get me to slip inside her.

“I think he has some beta characteristics…. That’s why he wanted me because he knew you would like it… maybe even more than him. Someone who would last longer than him…” I whispered into her ear.

Reaching down and sliding her right leg up, my tip positioned itself right at her entrance, but I didn’t press forward, instead teasing her with just the tip. Her phone buzzed again but she ignored it, her focus on our conversation and the feeling of me at her lips.

“And bigger than him!” She groaned pressing back, gaining another inch or two onto my girth.

“I think that’s why I told him that. I think him not being able to masturbate at my instruction just makes him even more beta to me. I think that’s part of the reason he wants me to cum inside you, so I can own your pussy….”

“Oh god that’s hot…” she shuddered. Her phone buzzed again and I stopped the motions.

“Message him back” I instructed.

“I can’t!” She groaned in frustration. “It feels to good, and I can’t stop and I can’t concentrate!”

“Give me your phone then?” I suggested. She giggled it, wrapped up in my arms still, and handed it to me. She then began movements on my cock, and it took my every once of concentration to make it through.

‘She’s busy taking my cock so can’t message back right now. I’ll get her to txt you once I’m done with her’

I tossed the phone and she giggled.

“That’s so fucking hot…” she groaned as I finally drove full depth into her. “The way you take control like that…ohhhhhh”

She groaned as I rolled her over to her stomach, my cock staying buried deep inside her through the entire movement. Her hands grasped the sheets beside her as my weight drove her into the bed.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as I steadied myself, my chest pressing her back as I gently pressed her arms into the bed at the wrists, though my forearms pressed against the back of hers as well, and pinned her legs together with my own completely immobilising her.

“Oh god your good” she groaned, “fuck I love how you just take control”

She grunted as I slowly humped her into a puddle, my strokes slow but powerful, dragging the swollen tip of my knob along the front wall of her pussy, stimulating her g-spot with each minute movement.

She turned her head to the side slightly, biting the sheets in overwhelming pleasure as I kissed into her shoulder and growled into her ear.

“You like that big cock inside you, don’t you Megan?”

“Mhmmmmm” she growled through her teeth, the sheet still lodged between them. I gradually increased my pace, punching into her with powered control. “Oh god I’m going to cum again…”

Her eyes shot open in confusion as I slowed my pace down significantly.

“Don’t stop!” She whimpered frantically. “Why are you stopping!!!”

“You didn’t ask permission…” I grunted into her ear. I felt her struggle, efforts futile as my weight and strength pinned her in place. I felt her laugh, almost sigh, so I questioned her. “How is that funny?”

She paused, shaking her head as she laughed to herself, turning back to look at me as she processed it all and spoke, my length still progressing in and out of her painfully slowly.

“I go from a husband who can barely make me cum…” she gasped, looking desperately as she tried to focus. “To a guy who can literally control the moment I’m even allowed to cum. So mind blowing”

She groaned again, as I ground into her g spot.

“Urgh” she groaned, annoyed, rolling her eyes. “Fine I’ll play your game, may I please cum?”

“You can do better than that..” I giggled. I knew I had the angle right, hitting her just so as she repeated her request, this time a little bit more sincerely.

I continued slowly increasing my plunges as I felt her desperation increasing, her climax approaching once again.

“Oh fuck… please…” she groaned, suddenly getting nervous that I wouldn’t approve her. “Please let me cum… please…”

As her moaning and groaning increased, I felt her body beginning to once again approach climax. I held her tight, waiting till she was right on the precipice before growling into her ear.

“Cum for me, you little slut”

It was all she needed, her body exploding beneath me. I held her close and rode her like a bucking bronco until she finally shuddered. As the waves passing through her subsided, I slid off and out of her as she began hysterically laughing, shaking her head.

“What in the actual fuck!” She giggled. “I mean…. Wow…. And … how? It’s like you know my body better than me!”

I shrugged my shoulders and she rolled to her back, at a slight angle to me as I now lay on my side. With her legs over my hip and thigh, she scooted down and found me once again, groaning as I slid inside her parted lips.

“This is mind blowing” she giggled as we maintained eye contact.

Our movements were slow and sensual, aligned with each other as we talked about the whole experience, and enjoyed each other’s bodies. Although we didn’t build towards orgasm, each stroke felt as if I was gradually pumping up the pressure of my balls, as they continued to swell.

During one moment when there was a pause in conversation, I watched as her eyes gazed thoughtfully at the roof and she bit her bottom lip in a way that made her look gorgeous.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I pressed. She stared at the roof for a few moments before turning to me, curiosity in her eyes.

“You said earlier that you thought half the reason that Mike wanted you to cum inside me was because he wanted you to own my pussy…” she said with a  dark grin, as I nodded. “Which by the way.. is a fucking hot thing to say…”

We both chucked. Sensing her need for intimacy, I spread her legs and spun up to my knees, positioning myself on my elbows and knees in a deep missionary position, but rather than face to face I brought my head beside hers so we could whisper in each others ears, as she continued.

“Does that mean you… oh god…mmm… damn that feels good… urgh… does that mean you think there’s another half…. a reason…?”

I became a bit nervous, unsure if she wanted to, or was ready to, hear what had been running through the back of my mind.

“Sort of…maybe…” I whispered, even myself unimpressed with my noncommittal nature. I tried to distract her by upping my pace and grinding my pelvis into her clit, somewhat effectively.

Unlike the previous position, it felt like this was building, ever so slowly at least, towards something. I could feel her nails digging into my back, her arms laced behind me as our bodies moved in sync. But I felt her craving my words more than my body.

“What does that mean?” She whispered, I could tell her curiosity was triggered and she wasn’t going to drop it. I chose my words carefully.

“I don’t really know why, and he’s not said anything specifically about it… but…” I said slowly, carefully, all while maintaining our slow, deep and intimate movements. “Something gives me the vibes that he gets off on the idea of being with you after I’ve cum inside you”

“Oh…” she replied. “I guess I could see that would be kinda hot… all wet and lubed up for him to slide into…”

I left a big, almost awkward pause, before I spoke again.

“I wasn’t meaning having sex with you…” I replied, feeling her movement pause with confusion. “I was meaning him wanting to go down on you…”

I felt her pause and I slowed my movements, feeling her unsure. I attempted to back out and reengage with her in conversation, but her nails dug into me and she held me close.

“Are you okay?” I asked, as we stuck frozen together, not moving.

I feel her swallow deeply, her voice choked, confused, as she whispered desperately in my ear.

“May I please cum?”

“Of course” was my response, setting off a chain reaction in her body. She ground upwards into me, crying out in pleasure.

I could sense the confusion in her energy, the orgasm intense and eye watering, driven purely by emotion and in her mind, rather than the physical. Her pussy grasped at me before she shuddered several long strokes before releasing me with a sigh. I slid from her and allowed her a few moments to clear her head.

“You okay?” I asked, checking in once she had recovered.

“Yeah… I’ve never cum like that before… was interesting…” she said thoughtfully. “Was more from my mind than anything… physical I guess. Do you really think…?”

“I don’t know… I don’t have any reason specifically to think that, but a few of the things he’s said…”

“Makes you think he’s… a… cuck?”

She asked the question in a way that made me nod, slowly.

“I think that’s the word, yea. And maybe. I’m not sure. That’s between you guys.”

“I really want to know… do you mind if I call him?” She asked. I nodded as she rolled over, searching for her phone in the mess of sheets. I couldn’t help but stare at the perfect view of her bent over pussy in front of me. Looking over her shoulder, she answerer my non spoken rhetorical question. “Yes, you should fuck me, gently…SLOWLY, from behind, while I talk to him”

I smirked, not needing any encouragement. I knelt beside her, admiring the perfect view of her round ass, running the tip of my cock up and down her dampness before pressing into her with a gasp.

She grinned like a devil at me as she found her phone, and I resisted the urge, with great disgust, to pound her into oblivion rather than be able to handle any other task. She opened her phone and I slowed my pace to a slow, gentle glide.

She fumbled with the screen, finally calling him, putting the phone on the bed in front of her and activating the speakerphone.  It dialled twice before he answered.

“Hey… how are you going?” He asked.

“Really good..” she growled, in a way that would let him know she had me inside her at that very moment. Before he could ask, she continued. “I hope you aren’t jacking off!”

He laughed, awkwardly.

“Of course not” came the somewhat hesitant response.

“So we were just talking… amongst other things… and I have a question for you..?” She smirked over her shoulder at me. “Why is it you wanted him to cum inside me so bad?”

I could hear him swallowing, awkwardly.

“Ummm I just know you like that” he said, non convincingly, after a few moments. “Just figured it would be hot, and I I know you like it”

I could feel her getting wetter on me, and I was barely even moving at this point, allowing her to push back onto me slowly as she needed. I knew her next question was coming and I tried not to laugh.

“And would you want to fool around with me after?” She asked. “When I get home?”

He paused, clearly unsure of the right way to answer.

“If that’s what you wanted…” he said, nervously. I could tell he was searching the call for her response, measuring his words based on what she was saying.

“That’s not what I asked. Is it what you want to do?”

“Umm yeah…” he responded.

“What about going down on me?” She asked, her pace pushing him a long. “Is that something you have been thinking about”

“Ummm…” he said nervously. There was a delay. “Is that something you would want me to do?” He asked.

She growled. I could feel her tightening around me, frustrated, feeling limited by being on the phone call and wanting more.

“Again, that’s not what I asked” she said, almost condescendingly. “Yes or no? Have you been fantasising about going down on me when I get home from fucking another man?”

There was a long pause.

A drawn out pause.

I could feel him suffocating. Nowhere to hide, being forced to admit the truth in black and white.

I heard him swallow.

Make a half attempt to clear his throat.

I could feel him sweating.

“Y…. Yes I have” came his voice, weak, beaten.

“Hmmm” she responded. “That’s all I wanted to know”

She ignored the formalities, pressing the red button to terminate the call. Almost immediately she pressed back, hard into me.

“Oh my godddd” she groaned. “We are cucking my husband!”

Her first orgasm came suddenly, violently. Her whole body shook as I realised she had barely been hanging on through the tail end of the phone call.

This time, I did not hold back, at the apex of her climax, I gripped into her hips and drove home hard, power fucking her through one after another after another pumping her furiously until she was a twitching puddle before me.

“I don’t think I can handle much more of this before you break my body…” she grinned. She took the power back, rolling away from me. She bent over the edge of the bed into the doggy styled position. “I need you to stop holding back. Dick me with everything you have. Fuck me like your own little slut… fuck me like some married whore who has just come here for your cock!”

I moved behind her, standing off the edge of the bed, admiring the perfection of the view. I knew she was near her physical limits, but wanted one last push.

My next action caught her off guard, though the look of confusion one her face quickly gave way to joy. I gently rolled her over, slowly sliding onto her with deep and passionate intensity.

Our eyes stared deep into each others souls with an understanding so profound it shook to the core. My hands traced down her face, our lips meeting as our tongues made sweet memories together. The kiss was loving, deep as I slid inside her.

“Ohhh Megan” I gasped, deep and primal. Her fingers dug into my back as she gasped, unable to breathe or respond.

Each movement was slow, purposeful and borderline painful, and for the first time that evening she managed to beat me to the understanding, whimpering between slow, affectionate kisses.

“That’s it…. make love to me!”

The verbalisation seemed to trigger unstoppable events, her body contorting over what felt like hours yet was probably only a few moments. My arms delved under her, lacing up behind her shoulder and bringing her somehow even closer as her legs and arms wrapped around my back.

Our movements were not completely comprehensible, my cock seemingly buried deep within her, yet not moving, though it seemed to pulse on its own accord. Our hips were locked together, grinding, moving as if we were completely in sync.

Our tongues danced together as we moved like we were one being, one consciousness slowly merging into one body. Each microsecond felt like infinity, each heartbeat a lifetime.

“Holy fuck!” She cried, just as my balls tightened. Her nails dug into my back as she screamed needlessly “Cum with me!”

My toes curled and my teeth clenched, I could feel her heart quicken like my own as our sweat soaked bodies erupted. It felt like several waves of pleasure exploded from every cell in my body before I felt my balls clench and the pleasure of white hot cum erupted down my shaft.

We groaned in unison, the pleasure so overwhelming it was almost painful, each cell of my body clenching as we ground into each other.

Wave after wave after after wave rose and fell, each motion enhanced with supreme passion and outpouring. I felt the tip of my cock swell and erupt, the sensation of my thick cum only sending my pleasure to a higher plateau.

This seemed to be mirrored in her body, the sensation of my cows blasting inside her forcing her to a new crescendo, her screams longer and more intense. Our orgasms seemed to last forever, although the concept of time was so misshapen and warped in the vortex of pleasure that for all I knew it could have been only moments.

Slowly the pleasure seemed to plateau, the overwhelming sensation of unity slowly dwindling as we clutched desperately to one another, clinging helplessly to the hope the highest of highs could be maintained.

I slowly became aware of all my individual body parts, the feel of her nails in my back, the aching of my balls, her heels digging into my ass meat. Such breath and gasp we both made, each shudder my cock took, each pulse her pussy grabbed at my length.

Milliseconds turned to moments, moments turned to seconds, seconds turned to minutes. We clung to each other, embalmed with sweat and fluids, the last thing to decouple was our hips, though I remained inside her for several minutes.

She sobbed, and I backed my face away from hers with concern, to see a single tear roll down her cheek. Her laughed it off, obviously seeing the concern on my face.

“Happy tears!” She laughed. “I’m sorry that was just so intense and beautiful and unexpected. It’s an emotional thing…. Unexpectedly….but not a bad. I’m really happy. Really happy!”

I nodded, understanding. Her grip on me was failing and my arms hurt, so I posted up slightly to give us a little separation before the cramp fully set in. It seemed to be enough to seperate the airlock of my slowly softening cock within her as we both giggled, feeling the flow of both of our juices swirling within her like a kink soup.

She nodded to me knowingly as I slowly slid my cock from her oozing love tunnel, releasing a final gasp from her. As I went to lay down beside her, she stopped me.

“Could you possibly get me my underwear?” She asked, the hint of shyness returning. “I…. I want… if…. If he’s going to, you know… eat me…. I want to make sure I don’t leak too much…”

I retraced our steps through the house and gathered our things before returning to the bedroom, with her making one more suggestion before putting on her underwear.

“Would you like to take a photo of me?” She suggested. “… for your own collection?”

I smiled as she smiled for the camera, enjoying the view of her spread out and my seed soaking inside her, before I somewhat reluctantly helped her into her underwear and laid down beside her.

We kissed, cuddled and chatted for a few moments, a great and affectionate end to the evening. As her fingers slowly through my chest hair, she looked up into my eyes and spoke the words part of me had been dreading.

“I should really go…” she whispered, thoughtfully, nodding down towards my penis. “Before that thing awakens again because lord knows I won’t be able to stop climbing on it if it does, and if I did, I am not going to be able to walk!”

“You say this like it’s a bad thing…” I giggled. She sighed.

“It should be…” she said reflectively. I went to get up as she began to get dressed. “I can show myself out, it’s getting very late!”

“I’m not sleeping anytime soon, and I want to see you out..” I said, standing. She sighed, happily, running her hand down my chest and stomach longingly.

“At least put some clothes on then… grrrr” she grinned, playfully.

We dressed and headed back out through the house, a little shell shocked and swaying, but amazingly high spirits. As she leant against the door, putting her heels on, she smiled genuinely up at me.

She pulled me in for a hug, the warmth and caring emanating through each other as we rubbed each other’s backs, holding each other close in the mutual understanding of the intensity of what just passed.

“Thank you…” she whispered. “This has meant a lot. You have been so understanding and… non-judgmental. It means a lot, I appreciate you and I couldn’t have imagined doing this with anyone else.”

“Naww that’s true, but thank you, the pleasures all mine… well kind of mutual” I grinned. “But seriously, I feel honoured. No regrets?”

“Zero” she whispered into my ear. “Thank you”

“Anytime” I replied, a semi throwaway comment.

“Urgh” she groaned. “I might hold you to that…”

She parted with slight kiss on the cheek, not looking back as she made her way to her car, but our eyes met as she smiled and waved, her taillights disappearing down the driveway.

Epilogue

I tidied the glasses away, my head still swirling. As I reentered the bedroom, the scent of sex filled my sinuses, rushing systematically to raise my blood pressure.

I cracked open the window to allow some cool summer air in, cleansing my soul. I felt sticky, exhausted and yet wired. I decided to have a quick shower to solve at least one of those issues, the heat allowing me to process the evenings adventures.

The coolness of my room provided clarity and as I remade the bed and jumped in, my phone pinged, a message from Megan.

‘Hey you still awake?’

‘Yup, what’s up?’

‘My husband has something he would like to ask, mind if he calls you?’

‘Sure…’ I replied, curious. A few moments later his name popped up with an incoming call.

“Hey” I answered. “How’s it going?”

“Hey… sir…” he whispered sheepishly. “I’m… yeah okay..”

I could feel the tension in the air between them, hearing her sigh restlessly in the background and say “just ask already…”

“May I please taste your cum?” He asked, slowly, unsure how to word it. “May I please clean her up?”

“Why would I let you do that?” I asked.

I could tell he didn’t expect my response, snapping back.

“Because I let you fuck my wife!” He said, the start of the sentence full of venom, but by the end he realised he had made a mistake. When he spoke again, it sounded pathetic. “Please?”

“I already fucked her, so why do I care? Maybe I should say no…” I said.

“Please!” He begged, this time his desperation he couldn’t hide. “Please you can do whatever you want! Anytime you want with her. Just please… I want this so bad…”

“Okay fine.” I grumbled, hoping her couldn’t detect my pleased smirk through the phone. “Is that all?”

“Yes…. Sir” he said. “Thank you”

“Bye”

I adjusted myself, my cock aching again. My phone buzzed a few seconds later.

‘Thank you for entertaining him’ she said, before a second came through.

‘I’m going to let him finish cleaning me up, then go to sleep. He can wait until tomorrow for release…’

‘You are evil, I like it’ I replied.

‘So does Mike’ she replied.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile.