“Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Oh, my fucking god, I love your cock!”
Moments later I add a third finger into her sphincter and she cries out, “Ohgod! I…I’m gonna…” The frantic words rise higher and higher in pitch–“Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod…oh…oh…”–ending in a weak wail as the orgasmic short circuit overloads her nervous system.
The spur of guilt I feel from the distressed look on Mitch’s face is eased by my sense of justice. I don’t have any doubt he has induced his married lovers to belittle their husbands. Thanks to his earlier faux pas I suspect he has committed far worse humiliations. With any luck and a touch of finesse, we will dig into that soon enough.
First, his absolution requires one more penance.
Dana is still gasping for breath when I roll her onto her back. Her satisfied smile warms my heart. It’s been a long time since a ray of sunshine penetrated that darkness. I don’t dare to hope. My addiction to hope has done enough damage.
Pushing her thighs up and out, I slather generous lube on my shaft. I’ve repositioned us so Mitch has a good view.
“Wh-what are you doing?” His voice is quivering. His face has paled. “No! Not there!” he shouts when I give him a smirk and lower my dick to Dana’s dilated hole. “Please, Dana. Don’t let him do that.”
“I’m sorry, Mitch,” she says. “I have to know. There’s no way I could ever take that huge thing of yours back there.”
He groans.
Dana lurches and shows discomfort when my broad head pops through. I tell her what to expect and what she can do to lessen the initial burning sensation.
Mitch groans again as I push in. His gaze is locked on my disappearing length. His fist is moving faster.
When I see Dana wince, I remind her what to do. I feel her muscles flex, pushing out. Suddenly her ass turns all buttery soft as she opens up to me. Slow and careful, I ease in, enjoying the sight of her wide-eyed, convulsive shudders and the way she grasps frantically at the bedclothes, muttering, “Ohfuck…ohfuck…”
She breathes a softly whispered “Fuck…” when my pubes flatten against her soft buns.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Despite her rapid nod, her eyes are unsure. I give her a comforting smile. I’ve seen that before. As I slowly withdraw, her eyes grow even bigger and her agitated motions are more intense.
“Ohmygod!” she squeaks. “It’s…it’s…ohgod!”
I can hardly stifle the laugh. It is that reaction that has made me seriously consider trying this from the receiving end someday.
After spreading another layer of butt grease on my cock, I slide back into her fist-tight, raging heat. Watching her response, I pick up the pace little-by-little. When she tentatively says, “More…” I pour a little extra energy into my thrusting. When she gives me a firm, “Harder” I seize her fleshy handles and drive deep in one fierce lunge. She throws her head back and shrieks “Fuck!”
Releasing the caged brute in my loins, I ravish her poor ass to her continued exuberant urging. Dana is a sensual and sexually charged woman. I’m not surprised to see her mouth drop open and her narrow, lust-filled eyes suddenly grow huge.
“Wh-what’s happening? No…no…Jack, I can’t…ohgod…ohgod…”
Her whole body starts shaking, then her head snaps back. She is still except for the powerful contractions strangling my dick.
“Christ!”
Mitch’s outburst catches my attention. His fist is a blur. His eyes roll back in his head and he groans. White ribbons spurt all over his tailored shirt.
The cuckolding is complete.
Dana comes down from her climax. “Did I really…?
“Yes, you did,” I nod. “And it was a beautiful thing, wasn’t it, Richie-boy?”
He is flushed and defeated. His magnificent tool is shriveled, though still bigger than mine.
Dana regards her husband with a thin-lipped half smile. Then her eyes turn up to me.
“You promised me,” she says. “Something about hot cum boiling in my rectum?”
I fuck her clenching ass in a heated rush. She cheers me on, swearing my cock feels incredible and demanding my cum in her nasty shit hole. The tingles start swirling in my nuts and spread under my skin. Roaring in exultation, I feel my semen pulsing up through my cock to fill Dana’s bowels.
“Ohmygod!” she cries, bunching the bedspread in her fists. “I can feel it! It’s so…so hot…so beautiful…ohh, my fucking god!”
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I drop to her side and Dana rolls with me. My shaft is still firm, constricted inside her dark passage. We share a tender kiss. Dana is giddy. She tells me she loved it. She loves my dick. She loves…
She stops, staring into my eyes. I see tears glistening. She can’t say the words. Maybe it’s because her husband is a few feet away. Maybe there’s another reason. My emotions are bouncing around like a steel ball in a pinball machine. I can’t decide whether I want to hear those words. I’ve heard them before. Once said, they are never forgotten, even after they become meaningless.
The poignant moment is broken by her giggles when her ass spits out my drained weenie.
Without a word I jump up from the bed and drag her by the hand to the bathroom, grabbing my pants as we go. We stand under the warm shower together, hugging like lovers.
Dana lifts her head. “This was…I can’t begin to describe it. You are the most wonderful thing that’s happened to me since…since I can’t remember when.”
I lower my lips to hers for a short kiss. “You’re an exceptional woman.”
She searches my eyes. That fear is back. Please say it. Please, don’t say it. Please, just…
“Something is going on here, isn’t it.” she says. It’s not a question. “Something…big.”
I nod, afraid to open my mouth, afraid that if I start I won’t be able to stop.
Dana says, “I want…no, I need to see you again, Jack. We have to talk. A long talk. Someplace away from him.”
She’s right. Before that happens, I have another job to do.
“We should get cleaned up.”
She gets a hurt expression when I don’t reply to her heartfelt appeal. Silently, we wash the sweat and grime off each other. She keeps looking at me, hoping.
When I quickly dry myself off, slip on my pants and leave her in the bathroom, she calls after me, “Jack?” sounding even more upset. Before this can go any further, one more loose end needs to be tied off.
When we went into the bathroom my jacket was under my dress shirt and tee. Now it’s on top. The indentations on the carpet confirm that Mitch has moved his chair. He tries to appear casual. I slip my shirt on, moving closer to him while I button it up.
“I gotta confess.” My voice is low and secretive. “You and me, we’re both cut from the same cloth, Mitch. There’s nothing like fucking another man’s wife, is there?”
He chuckles. “Greatest feeling in the world.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever done it in front of the husband. I gotta hand it to ya’. You kept it together pretty well.” While I’m flattering him, I move slowly to the side to draw his eyes away from the bathroom door.
“It wasn’t too tough,” he says, turning his head to follow me. “You didn’t give me a hard time like I do with my cuckold.”
I laugh, backing further away so we both have to talk a little louder. His head is twisted around. Any second now…