Jeremiah realized part of the reason they were not seeing him was his lack of motion. So, he simply remained still.
Once he was buried completely within his lover, David reached around and began tweaking Donna’s nipples, first tenderly, then more roughly.
Jeremiah knew from experience that his wife had incredibly sensitive nipples and breasts. She could orgasm just from having them played with properly. Obviously, Mr. horse cock here knew that too. Which was Jeremiah’s best evidence that this was far from the couple’s first rodeo together. How long had she been fucking this guy?
Donna began pushing back against the cock buried within her and moaned as the nipple play made her cum.
David chose to use this as a launching point for something much more powerful. He let go of her breasts and half stood behind her.
She apparently knew what was coming as she moaned, “Ohhh fuck…”
David pulled completely out of her, then drove his turgid phallus down and forward… sliding the big spongy head and the hard shaft across her G-spot forcefully.
“Ohgawdfuck!!”
He began pounding her mercilessly, repeating the assault on her G-spot, stretching her insides to their limit.
Donna buried her face into the mattress and grasped the bedspread tightly with both hands, holding on for dear life. She arched her back to give David the best access possible to her womanhood, wanting everything she could get. Her entire body shook and trembled from the force of the orgasms coursing through her.
“Oh gawd! I can’t! I can’t! DON’T STOP!! FUUUUUCK!! UNGHH!”
Jeremiah wanted to cover his ears from her screams. The neighbors surely heard her, he thought. She was looking straight at him, but her eyes were closed. He could not help but think how angelic her beautiful face was in her ecstasy.
Despite his broken heart, the raw, powerful sensuality of the scene and her beauty made his manhood throb again. Damnit. He said a silent prayer that he would not cum in his pants and add to his already unbearable humiliation.
His concern about losing control of himself even without contact must have subliminally set David off.
The younger man growled, “Nnggg… I’m gonna nut…”
Jeremiah got another punch to the gut when Donna groaned and begged, “Yes! Give it to me! Cum in me, motherfucker!”
She was on birth control. But still… she was taking a hell of a risk letting this virile young stud fill her womb with semen.
David grabbed both of her hips firmly with both hands and pulled her fully onto his shaft. She buried her face in the sheets and cried out again.
Jeremiah watched as David’s entire body, even the muscles in his neck, tightened up and he roared as his long-awaited orgasm overtook him. Jeremiah could tell it was an extended “nut” and imagined rope after rope of thick fluid filling his wife.
His orgasm seemed to set off another round for her; she was screaming into the sheets now.
Mid orgasm, David finally looked up and saw the man leaning against the door jamb, watching him dispassionately. It was the man from the photos on the walls in the house… her husband. David saw the gun on the man’s belt.
It was the most severe contradiction David had ever experienced. He could not stop the powerful orgasm he was having… but at the same time he was scared shitless that he was about to die.
He fell backwards against the headboard, his huge phallus plopping out of the other man’s wife. His cock did not care they were about to die. It shot several ropes of milky jizz all over Donna’s ass, back and into her hair. He and the man who was about to kill him both watched, and listened to the “splat, splat” of the liquid dirtying the man’s wife. Fuck! That will just piss him off more!
Donna whined, “Noooo… whyy?” She knew her young stud could power through his first orgasm and keep on going, which he normally did.
She turned and looked behind her to find out what had interrupted such an incredible cum… her body was still quaking. She was surprised to see David had turned white as a ghost, his eyes wide and staring beyond her, terrified.
She turned her head slowly to see what had scared him so badly. She knew what it would be, but hoped she was wrong.
Her cum covered ass still up in the air in invitation to her lover, her eyes met her husband’s, taking in his unreadable expression.
“OMG! Fuck! Jeremiah, NO! I am so sorry!”
Now her blood ran cold. Unlike David, she was not afraid of being physically hurt. She knew her husband was capable of great violence, but he would never hurt her. Probably would not hurt David. No, her terror was that her entire life was about to fall apart, that Jeremiah would leave her, that everyone would know she had been whoring around.
The lovers both began to move to get up. Jeremiah spoke for the first time, his deep voice devoid of emotion.
“No. Stay exactly where you are, both of you.”
They did as they were told. Donna with her sopping snatch obscenely inviting, David leaning against the headboard, his erection still prominent. The terror seemed to act upon it, although sex was the last thing he wanted right now. He could not help staring at that pistol. It was only a small revolver which had never left its holster, but to him it looked like a howitzer.
Jeremiah remained quiet while the couple caught their breath and calmed somewhat.
Then in an even voice he asked, “How long?”
David stammered, “Not long, not long at all.”
Donna knew better than to lie to him. Her hubby was a very experienced interrogator. He would see right through any lie. So she answered meekly, choking back tears, “Six months…”
David looked at her like she was crazy. Was she trying to get them killed?
“Love him?”
David realized the man was speaking only to Donna. Maybe if he kept his mouth shut he could survive this.
Donna responded honestly, still crying, “I have feelings for him… but I don’t love him like I love you! You HAVE to know that!”
Jeremiah thought for a few moments, making the couple on his bed uncomfortable. That was okay with him. He thought about the unmitigated ecstatic pleasure he had witnessed his wife experience, something he could never give her.
He gestured towards the young man’s turgid cock. “Don’t have to ask why. How?”
Donna answered, “We… we met at work…”
Still placid, “Like us.”
“NO! NO, DAMNIT! Not like us! I LOVE YOU! He can’t hide that dick, even dressed. I just wanted… needed to see what it felt like.”
“And now you’re addicted to his dick?”
She remained quiet. Which was the answer.
Finally, the question she dreaded most.
“Have I ever made you cum? Or did you fake all of it?”
She hesitated, trying to find an artful way of answering. “Yes, of course, you know you give me orgasms…”
It was apparent he was at most only getting partial truth, so Jeremiah kept eye contact with her. His silent query obvious. Especially to the woman who knew him so well.
“Okay. You are very, very good at giving head… and you know my body so well… you have given me lots of orgasms…”
She had answered his question without answering it. But he wanted to hear it. Flatly, “But not with my dick.”