Damnit! He may not be able to make her cum with his dick, but he was a fucking GOD with his tongue! It was part of the reason she had faked orgasms all these years. She could not bring herself to criticize him when he obviously loved pleasing her.
Which was reinforced when he let her calm down, then built her back up, and gave her at least half a dozen more orgasms with his head between her thighs.
Finally she had enough… she could take no more. As was her habit, she clawed at his arms, trying to draw him up to her so he could finish, “Fuck me now… FUCK ME, I need you inside me!”
Jeremiah kissed her sex several more times lovingly. Then he stood before her, his overly swollen manhood swaying before him… and lay back on the bed where he had been when she entered the bedroom.
She knew how much he loved eating her pussy. It always got him ready, and his need was visible. Normally he would climb right on. Confused, she hopped up and straddled his midsection, lining his pulsing shaft, purple with prolonged frustration, up with her entrance.
When she began to impale herself upon him, his head parting her labia, she was shocked when he placed his hand flat on her abdomen to prevent her from doing so. Then he lifted her with those powerful arms and placed her gently to the side.
Obviously pained by his decision, he simply shook his head in the negative.
She gaped at him in shock, “WTF?? WHY??”
He took a moment to compose himself so his voice would again be even. “I obviously need and want you. But I am not into getting a mercy fuck. I cannot do anything for you, so I will not take anything from you. If YOU need dick, yours is down the hall. That way you can be satisfied.”
Her temper flared, “You just did satisfy me! Am I supposed to take and give nothing back??”
He replied calmly, “You know how much I love that. I get almost as much out of going down on you as you do.”
“But… but!” She pointed at his desperate manhood, leaking pre-cum.
He tried to placate her, “I know. Trust me, I know. But I will not use you as a sex doll now that I know I cannot make you cum. No pity pussy for Jeremiah.”
She was angry. She was hurt. She felt rejected. Then she was mad at herself because she thought how rejected HE must feel. Which made her even more frustrated. Not knowing what else to do, she decided she would just show him.
“Fine! Fine, damnit!”
He almost came watching her magnificent ass jiggle as she stormed out of the room, leaving the door open.
David did not have the same stubborn, self-denying qualms about jacking himself off as Jeremiah had. He had been listening to Donna’s orgasmic screams from down the hall… it was impossible not to hear her. He was stroking his turgid member when the door was flung open and she burst into the room, still angry and on a tear.
She did not care that he had been playing with himself, the big, hard cock being hot and ready, pointing up from his crotch was just what she wanted. She left the door open wide, wanting to make sure her fucking husband could fucking hear her fucking that big, beautiful fucking dick. Fuck him!
Without a word she slapped David’s hand away, replaced it with hers so she could line him up with her fucking cunt and in one smooth motion sank fully onto him. The sensations as his shaft spread her wide open and filled her completely were something to which she had become addicted.
She did not have to fake it for Jeremiah’s benefit. “Ohhhhh! Ohhhgawd! Fuck! Yesss!”
Jeremiah did hear her. And he could tell plainly her exhalations were not contrived.
“Gawd yes, gimme that fucking horse cock! Fuck me, you fucking stud! Give me what that tiny-dicked pussy can’t!”
With both doors open, Jeremiah heard it all. He knew he did not have a tiny dick. So, he knew she was angry and trying to hurt him because her female wiles had not worked on him. He was supposed to be overwhelmed by the opportunity to fuck her. He knew she knew he was far from a “pussy.” But he also knew David WAS giving her what he could not. He knew David was experiencing parts of his wife’s body he would never feel, because his manhood was not long enough to reach them. All the times she faked an orgasm with him played through his mind.
He did not understand his reaction to the unmitigated humiliation of the moment. His desperately hard erection pulsed with no contact… his body trembled, and he felt as if a ball bearing was being forced through his urethra as a huge dollop of semen was emitted involuntarily from his cock and landed with a plop on his abdomen. He muttered “Ffffuuck” as he experienced edging for the first time. It would not be the last.
There were no voices for awhile, but he could certainly hear the bed creaking as his wife pounded herself onto the phallus within her. He could hear moans, sighs, and other sex noises.
Donna was lost in the pleasure of the act… mostly. She normally tried to be quiet when she could. In the past, even though Jeremiah was not home, she subconsciously tried to be quiet as if he were. Now she KNEW he was home and was so fucking pissed she wanted to make SURE he knew what was happening. So she pounded the hell out of that dick. When she moved onto her back so David could give it to her missionary, or moved to her favorite doggie style, she made sure David’s powerful thrusts were towards the wall… so that they were hammering the headboard against the wall over and over. They were going to have to repaint the walls.
What she did not plan beyond her lack of restraint were her cries, moans and tantric screams during her frequent full body orgasms. She fucked him like a wild banshee until he “nutted” and filled her with jizz… then she did it again because he had not lost his erection.
It took great restraint for Jeremiah not to grab his straining cock and jack himself to the relief he so desperately needed. But he was determined.
When Donna returned to HER bed the next morning, cum squishing as she walked, she was surprised to find her fucking husband asleep, even though his obviously needy pecker was standing at attention with cum pooled at its base. She could not know that he did not cover himself because he was afraid the friction of the sheets might set him off.
She was upset he had not even masturbated for relief. WTF was wrong with him. She had expected to find him begging for relief.
She lay in bed, facing away from him. She had worked through her anger, and while still frustrated that he had not succumbed to her sensuality, returned to feeling guilty. She knew him. She knew he was suffering, and not just physically. But she also knew he would never, ever admit it.
She rolled over and watched him sleeping. She could tell his slumber was fitful because of his purple penis which still leaked pre-cum. Part of her wanted to mount him and give him relief. But she did not know how he would react to sloppy seconds, or her basically raping him since he had already told her no. Another part of her, the frustrated part, wanted to deny him anyway, to see how long he could hold out in his condition before he broke and begged her to fuck him. Or jacked himself off. It kinda turned her on.