I’ll bet you will, I thought, buying into the charade.
Inside, little squeals immediately took me straight to the guest bedroom door where I peeked in and saw Walt with his face already between her long tan legs as she clutched his hair and squirmed around on his tongue. In less than two minutes she screamed loudly, clamping his head between her thighs, gyrating against his face as she pulled the back of his head to get his tongue even deeper inside her sloppy pussy. Then she collapsed, exhausted from her effort. Walt continued licking her for a while as I retreated hastily. That seemed to take the edge off for them and they both acted more relaxed for the rest of the evening. As for me, I had to go into the bathroom and whack-off to find relief.
Later, I was in the kitchen making coffee when Anna came up behind me and whispered, “Please don’t watch us tonight. Okay?”
“Why?”
“Just because.”
“Why? Because he’s going to fuck you in the ass?”
She stepped back, surprised. “How . . . did you know that?”
“It’s all over your face,” I lied, not wanting her to know I’d eavesdropped on her earlier telephone call. In any event, I wasn’t going to give her a break. “No deal,” I said walking away.
Around 8:30 PM they were already staring at each other hungrily again. By 9:00 they just stood and walked into Walt’s room, leaving me alone with the TV. I followed immediately, stopping at the open doorway. Walt practically ripped her shorts off, as she did the same to him. In less than a minute she was on the bed, clutching his ass cheeks, with his cock stuffed down her milking throat. His pot-belly nearly covered her pretty face, but I could hear her loud wet slurping sounds as she sucked it hungrily. After a while, he started to grunt and pulled away, but she kept holding him in deep, unwilling to let him go. I could tell he was very near to cumming, and that is exactly what she wanted him to do. Walt had other plans it seemed, as he pushed her mouth off his cock, tumbling her onto her back.
“You hungry bitch,” he growled at her. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She turned around, looking over her shoulder at him in fear. He got behind her and rubbed just the head of his cock across her pussy as she groaned. He let her savor a few inches of his thick meat before he pulled it out and produced a tube of KY, rubbing it onto his cock and into her asshole. He slowly inserted a finger, then another. I knew she liked this when she was fucking, but that was as far as she’d ever let me go. She knew what was coming next, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at me as though hoping I’d intervene. Fat chance of that. She was finally getting exactly what she deserved. I loved her and didn’t want to see her hurt, but I was having trouble breathing and my dick was so hard it ached. If I moved I figured I’d erupt.
Walt grabbed her hips in his huge hands and pushed his cock head against her puckered anus, shoving, grunting with the effort. Anna screamed but Walt just kept pushing until the fat knob was inside her. Then he let her rest. Anna was sobbing into the pillow.
Walt said, “If I stop, I go. That what you want?”
Anna was a proud woman and it hurt me to see her grovel like this, but she said, “No. Please don’t go. Just do it. I’ll be all right.”
Walt grinned like he’d known what she’d say all along, grinding his pelvis forward again, as another couple inches of meat disappeared into her asshole. I hated his grin. I hated him, but I couldn’t move a muscle, locked into what was happening. I watched Anna’s tear-streaked face twist with anguish, her eyes clinching tightly.
“Play with your pussy,” Walt growled as he pushed harder.
Anna’s hand went between her legs, rubbing frantically. After a few moments of this I saw her fingers were wet and she seemed to be handling it a little better. Walt’s horse cock was over halfway inside her and he was still pushing, determined to reach his goal. I noticed his cock was thicker at the base and wondered how he’d ever make it all the way in. He’d be inside her colon if he did. I felt I could cum without even touching myself. Walt paused, motionless, just letting her hang on his cock like a frog on a spit. The hand in her pussy was flying now, and she was starting to make little sounds and move her ass a bit. Soon, she began rotating her ass in small circles, pushing backward against his unmoving cock.
Grabbing her hips again, Walt suddenly buried his cock to the public hair inside her, his pot belly resting on her ass as she came apart at the seams, moaning, crying, sliding up and down the torturing cock buried in her asshole. Mesmerized, I watched as my beautiful wife squirmed like a woman possessed on another man’s large cock; her long dark hair flying wildly, small animal sounds coming from her pretty twisted mouth while she attempted to shove her entire hand into her gapping pussy. It was awesome. I’d never witnessed anything like it. Oh sure, I’d seen porno films where women are paid to act as if they’re enjoying being fucked in the ass, but this was my beautiful wife! My Anna! And she wasn’t acting! Walt had had enough by this time and suddenly began pounding her ass like there was no tomorrow. Anna simply went berserk, screaming and crying into her pillow as she finally came, wave after wave wracking her slender body for a long time. Then, Walt grunted loudly, threw his head back and his entire body went stiff as he also cried out and came hard, pouring load after load deep into her bowels. I simply touched my cock and shot all over the bedroom carpet.
I lay in bed and listened as Walt fucked my Anna again the next morning before she drove him to the airport. It was loud and prolonged, lasting for nearly an hour before I heard Anna cry out as she came. I was simply too spent to move. We didn’t speak about it, and I didn’t try to ass fuck her for nearly a week. When I finally did, she didn’t complain, in fact, I think she enjoyed having something smaller than Walt’s ham-sized cock in there. I know I did. Something had happened to Anna that night with Walt’s cock in her ass. She was almost insatiable after that, whenever we made love. I couldn’t keep up with her anymore. She wanted everything, several times. I tried, but couldn’t last long enough to completely satisfy her. I knew we had crossed over some kind of threshold. I decided to start looking for some local help. I still didn’t know how Anna would accept that, but I could see she was growing more and more sexually frustrated, and that my cock wasn’t enough for her anymore.
My chance came about a week later – the big black weight lifter. His name was also Walter. Just my luck – another Walt. He appeared even uglier up close. He said everyone called him “Bear” though and I liked that just fine. He kind of even looked like a bear and the guy was an animal, lifting twice the weight I could, muscles bulging, sweat pouring off his thick ebony chest. Anna watched us as we chatted, and finally I motioned her over. She initially shook her head no, but after a couple more attempts she finally stood and walked over. Bear’s eyes nearly popped out his head when he saw her up close. She was wearing this little form-fitting work-out suit that I’d always liked, dark hair stacked on top of her head falling down in uncontrolled ringlets. The white shorts made her tan legs look even longer. She looked delicious. Bear was practically drooling as he shook her hand, holding it just a few beats too long, as her face colored. He said he and his wife were from New York, new to the neighborhood. He was alone for the moment, his wife caring for a sick mother back in NY. I immediately invited him over for a drink, watching Anna’s confused face. My compulsive behavior proved to be a big mistake.