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HANDS VS NO HANDS
I heard the front door shut. I was sitting on the couch. My pants were tented with an aching erection.
Marsha came into the living room. She was wearing a little black dress. She carried her heels in one hand and was at least a little drunk.
“Hey, honey,” she said, collapsing onto the couch next to me.
“Hi,” I said, breathing in deeply.
She began to nuzzle my neck just below my ear. My eager cock went wild.
“. . . How was your date?” I asked.
“Oh, I had so much fun,” she said, kissing my neck. “Do you wanna hear about it?”
“Oh yes,” I said, swallowing.
“Matt took my dancing.”
“Uh-huh . . .” I nodded, eager for more.
“Then we got a little food at Francisco’s.”
“. . . What, uh, did you get?”
She sat up a little and looked at me with a smirk.
“Is that really what you wanna hear about?” She asked.
I shook my head sheepishly.
“What do you wanna hear about?”
“Um, uh . . . What happened next. Um, Matt fucking you.”
My wife gave me a coy smile. She leaned back against the arm of the couch. She pulled one leg up onto the couch, affording me an excellent view of her beautiful, recently-used pussy. She slowly rubbed her fingers back and forth across it as I watched hungrily.
She let out a giggle.
“You want to hear about his thick, black cock . . . stretching my pussy?”
I nodded, panting.
“He took me home,” she started. “He helped me out of my dress. Then he told me to get down on my knees like a good little slut.”
“Yeah, what did you do?” I asked, my heart beating fast.
“I dropped to my knees. Like a good little slut. Like his good little slut.”
“Oh god . . .” I murmured.
“I started to unzip his pants, but then he told me to stop. He told me to put my hands behind my back. I did and he got a length of rope and tied them there. Tight.”
“Yeah?”
“He told me I wasn’t allowed to use my hands all night.”
My cock twitched and strained against the fabric of my pants.
“Which is kind of ironic,” she said, “since you are only allowed to have my hand.”
She gave me a devilish grin and rubbed her hand lightly over my aching crotch.
“Yeah . . .” I said, breathing hard, “hilarious.”
She laughed and rubbed a little harder.
“What did he do next?”
“He slowly unzipped his pants. I was practically drooling. I leaned forward and tried to suck him, but he held my head still.”
“Mmm . . . “I muttered.
“He slowly swung his hips from side to side, his heavy cock slapping against my cheeks.”
“. . . Oh god.”
“I stuck out my tongue, trying to lick his big, powerful cock. He slowly drug his shaft across my tongue.”
She pulled her hand away from my crotch. My dick twitched at the sudden loss of sensation. I craved her touch.
She pressed her fingers against her clit and began to rub small circles.
“Then he put his hand behind my head. He lined up his cock and then slowly pushed his huge cock into my waiting mouth.”
“Oh god,” I said, letting out a little gasp.
“His cock stretched my mouth and then my throat.”
My mouth felt dry and I felt short of breath. I was awash in shame and arousal. I couldn’t stop imagining Matt’s massive dick in my wife’s mouth. I probably wouldn’t be able to stop for a week.
“I gagged a little,” she said. “But you know how I’ve been practicing on that big dildo he bought me.”
I nodded, panting.
“He slowly slid his thick cock out, until just the head was pressed against my lips. I sucked in a ragged breath and then he pushed in again.”
She stretched out her leg across my lap. I let out a moan as it brushed against my erection.
She let out a giggle.
“It’s so cute how riled up you get,” she said.
My hips bucked, thrusting against her calf, but she quickly moved her leg down so it was across my knees.
I let out a heaving sigh, my helpless cock burning with desire.
She giggled again.
“He held my head and started to fuck my mouth.” She started to rub her clit faster.
My cock spasmed continuously. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate.
“I did good at first. But then he started to thrust deeper and deeper.”
She was starting to breath faster now. I stared at her beautiful pussy. I yearned for her pussy.
“I gagged. But he didn’t care. He just kept fucking my throat.”
“Oh god, baby,” I whimpered, “. . . I’m so horny.”
She grinned and rubbed her pussy a little faster.
“When I could barely take any more, he pulled out. He jerked me to my feet and bent me over the edge of the bed.”
“Oh god,” I whined, my little cock throbbing and leaking.
“Suddenly, he pulled my drenched panties to the side and shoved his big . . . black . . . cock deep into my pussy.”
“. . . Fuck.” A wet spot was beginning to form on the front of my pants.
“I was cumming in no time. Hard. But he didn’t slow down.”
She rubbed herself even faster.
“Finger me,” she said. “Finger your wife’s used pussy.”
I nodded. I leaned a little closer and pushed three fingers into her.
I shuddered as waves of arousal coursed through me. Her pussy felt slick and loose. I moved my fingers in and out and she kept rubbing her clit.
“He kept pounding my pussy. My arms were pinned between us. I was screaming into the sheets. I just kept cumming.
Marsha was getting close to cumming. I fingered her even faster.
“I felt his hand on the side of my face . . . pressing me down into the bed.”
Marsha began to tremble and draw in short, staccato breaths. She came and then began to slow her fingers. She slumped back against the couch and I slid my fingers out of her.
“. . . Then he groaned,” she said, “. . . and I felt his cock spasming inside me. It sent me over the edge again.”
I looked down at my dripping fingers and then back at her.
“. . . He came inside you?” I asked, weakly. She almost never let him do that.
She nodded.
“I couldn’t stop him,” she said, breathlessly.
I was panting. My cock twitched rabidly. I couldn’t stop envisioning Matt cumming, his big, black cock filling up my wife with his cum. He didn’t even ask. Somehow that made it even hotter.
“. . . Baby,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“Yes?”
“Do you think maybe I could fuck you tonight?”
“You know that’s against the rules,” she said, starting to recover her breath.
“Please?” I said. “Just this once?”
She looked down at the twitching tent in my pants and smiled.
“You really want to, don’t you?” she raised an eyebrow.
I nodded vigorously. My hopes soared. My little penis hadn’t been allowed in her pussy in more than a year.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “I’m gonna stroke you for sixty seconds. If you are still hard after that, I’m gonna straddle you.”
“Uh-huh?” I said, eagerly.
“I’m gonna slowly lower my cum-filled pussy onto your little dick. Then I’m gonna ride you for all I’m worth.”
“Really?” I asked.
My heartbeat pounded like a bass drum in my chest. Sixty seconds seemed achievable. I usually lasted at least a minute and that was without holding back.
She nodded.
“I’ll even let you add your pathetic little load to his.”
“Oh god . . . “ I panted, overcome with excitement.
She nodded.
I gasped as she slid her hand inside my waistband. My aching cock jumped at the touch of her fingers.
“Oh god . . .” I whimpered. I tried to think of anything besides my wife’s cum-filled pussy or how amazing it would feel around my long-neglected, little cock.
She slowly stroked me.
“Sixty, fifty-nine,” she counted, watching me intently.
Her other hand worked my zipper down.
“Fifty-eight, fifty-seven.”
“Oh god!”
I gritted my teeth. I shook my head from side-to-side, huffing and puffing, but I knew that I was helpless to stop it.
“Oh god! OH GOD!”
I erupted. My hips bucked against her hand and an immense, painful ejaculation sprayed from my little cock.
The allure of her forbidden pussy had been far too much for me.
I groaned and whined as I coated the inside of my boxers with a week’s worth of cum.
She let go and her hand slid free.
“Sorry, honey,” she said with a giggle as she wiped her sticky hand on my pants.