Dianna said nothing beyond guttural grunts and moans of pleasure as her paramour continued to pound her pussy. She glanced in the mirror at the voyeur in the bushes as Dwayne gripped her hips for one final, climatic thrust. She relaxed her arms to drop down so that her face and breasts were roughly ground into the sheets. She was rewarded by the sensation of Dwayne’s penis plunging perhaps an inch deeper into her cunt. She remained passive as she savored the sensation of his big, black cock throbbing inside her to copiously inseminate her with his African sperm once again as her voyeuristic husband watched.
Dianna nervously unzipped her warm, soft, comfortable, dowdy housecoat as she approached her marital bed then allowed it to slide off her shoulders to the floor. She stood before her husband in just her garter belt and stockings, unabashedly presenting herself for his inspection. As she performed her nightly ritual with her CycleBeads, advancing the marker ring from the second white bead to the third white bead, she could feel his eyes wandering to her bruised, bitten breasts then lower to her still swollen, distended labia and the globules of dried and drying semen that clung to her pubic hair.
In contrast to the explosive rage that Dianna feared, she felt Charles’ hands on her hips, gently urging her closer until she was compelled to swing one leg up and over so that she was kneeling with her sex poised at his face. Her embarrassment was tempered by the knowledge that it wasn’t the first time. More importantly; he knew that it wasn’t the first time, she knew that he knew that it wasn’t the first time, and he knew that she knew that he knew that it wasn’t the first time.
Dianna was soon savoring the soothing sensation of Charles’s loving lips and tongue gently caressing her bruised labia and clitoris. The knowledge that he was assessing, perhaps even savoring, the aroma and flavor of Dwayne’s semen only intensified the eroticism. Her climax was not nearly as intense as the orgasms that Dwayne had given her, but it was far more soul satisfy. The orgasm that her husband gave her attested to his enduring love, devotion and commitment in spite of the obvious evidence of her adultery.
Eventually; Dianna yielded to the desire to slide her sex off of Charles’ face then down his flabby, hairy chest and belly until she felt his penis probing her labia. He entered her effortlessly. Dianna’s hips and pelvis remained still as she began to gently contract her vaginal muscles to massage him inside her. She felt him respond by trying to raise his hips off the bed, but he wasn’t quite strong enough to lift her. She continued to flex her pelvic muscles around his penis which seemed to be bigger and harder than it had ever been.
Eventually; it became obvious that Charles’ orgasm was becoming imminent. Dianna instinctively glanced at her CycleBeads. The marker ring was on the third, white bead. It was far to late in her cycle to be safe. Up until a few months ago, it had been years since she’d been willing to risk having sex when her CycleBeads warned that she was fertile. Her adulterous liaisons with Dwayne had somehow liberated her from the tyranny of her CycleBeads. A combination of guilt and rekindled desire had made it impossible for her to endure remaining abstinent with her husband for nearly two weeks out of each cycle. Charles hadn’t been complaining. He hadn’t chastised her when she made no effort to conceal the fact that she was no longer remaining abstinent with her paramour when her CycleBeads warned that she was fertile either.
Dianna vacillated. A combination of guilt and some vestige of fidelity urged her to grant Charles his husbandly prerogatives. However; the knowledge that tens of millions if not hundreds of millions of Dwayne’s sperm were already swimming around in her fertile, unprotected womb, as yet unopposed by Charles’ sperm, dissuaded her. She rationalized that allowing her husband to ejaculate inside her would itself be somehow deceitful. She’d be encouraging the forlorn hope that somehow his sperm would prevail to impregnate her.
Dianna slid her adulterous cunt off of Charles’ penis then kissed her way down his flabby chest and belly until she reached his groin. She took his scrotum with both of his testicles into her mouth. His genitals fit so comfortably in her mouth. She yielded to the temptation to bite down until she knew that her teeth were leaving marks on his scrotum. He was obviously grateful when she released his testicles to take his penis in her mouth. She once again yielded to the temptation to bite down. She continued to bite down until she could taste the blood that her teeth were drawing! She was rewarded by the sensation of Charles ejaculating his sperm down her throat!
Dianna was wearing only a towel wrapped in her hair as she put the final touches on her packing. She could feel Charles’ eyes savoring her curvaceous body as she moved around their bedroom. “Relax. You’ve got an hour before Dwayne picks you up,” her husband admonished her.
“I’m nervous,” Dianna responded. “This will be the first time that I’ll be going away for an entire week with him rather than just a weekend together.”
“You think you’re nervous. Just imagine how nervous I am,” Charles responded.
“I guess that this week away is going to be a bit of an ordeal for you,” Dianna conceded. “Thank you for loving me enough to accept it.”
No more was said until Dianna picked up her CycleBeads to put them in her purse. Charles then asked the question that she’d feared. “Are you hoping that Dwayne will impregnate you?”