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My wife as always read this entry before I posted it but didn't have anything to add. She wants me to get into the current developments, but I couldn't skip the aftermath of the lake trip. No QA this time as this is a long entry. The story really ramps up when we return home, and the subsequent few updates will be guaranteed to delight.
Part III
The aftermath of the last event almost mirrored that of the first encounter. My wife took a shower and pleasured herself under the hot running water. I watched while I thoroughly brushed my teeth to ensure no reminisce of Andrew or myself remained on my breath. She did the same while I took a quick shower. As we dressed, she was very playful with me, and we kissed and fondled each other as we had done so many years ago. It was like we were both young again and in that initial stage of love. We then ventured to the living room to join Andrews's wife and Cheryl.
Andrew's wife, Liz, is two years younger than both Andrew and me. She grew up in the same city as we did, and although they knew each other back then, I had not met her until he introduced us to her years later. Towards the end of Andrew's Army deployment, they reconnected and eventually got married. My wife and I attended their wedding, and since then, we've often spent time together, even going on vacations as a group. Liz is a 5'2" Latina with long, straight black hair. She's petite but curvy, with a figure that includes wider hips and a noticeable bust. Most would not notice her assets because she usually opts for relaxed outfits like jeans and T-shirts. I once heard her described as having the look of a teacher, which fits perfectly.
I always found Liz attractive, but her serious demeanor gave her an unapproachable air that seemed to overshadow her looks. While she was fun to be around, we'd never really connected on a deeper, more personal level. To me, she wasn't so much a friend as she was simply Andrew's wife.
We drank our coffee and discussed the plan for the day's activities. We decided to check out the small downtown area of the nearest town before finishing the evening by the lake. When we ventured out, we decided to take Andrews's SUV, so we only needed one vehicle. His wife drove as she knew the way from earlier that day, and Cheryl sat in front to handle the music and navigation. As Andrew, Kristina, and I sat in the back seat, I could feel my heart racing. I was staring down at Kristina's crotch, half reminiscing about Andrews's cock inside her, half watching to ensure no funny business occurred that could get our lecherous acts discovered. Luckily, nothing more than a few knowing glances and smiles were shared between us. I held my phone down and texted Andrew, "You looked like you really enjoyed that blowjob. Thanks for warming her up for me." I wanted to ease any tension between us and imply I had approved and even encouraged my wife to go visit him. "Dude, you don't know how much I fucking needed that. You trained her well. She wasn't that good with her mouth back in the day." He replied quickly, and I knew we were on the same page.
We walked around town for a while, and Cheryl and Liz led as our impromptu tour guides. They walked in front and had a lot more energy than us as they hadn't been involved in the draining activities earlier that morning. Andrew and I both flanked my wife. Occasionally as we walked, I would squeeze or playfully slap Kristina's ass over her cotton skater dress. The loose fabric allowed my hand to feel her ass with explicit details. Each time, she would give a subtle but noticeable reaction. Shortly after the first few, I noticed she was offering the same response when I hadn't engaged in any of my teasing. It didn't take long for me to realize Andrew was also enjoying her ass in the same way I was.
I slowed my pace a bit to walk behind them. It wasn't long till I saw Andrew's hand sneak up under her dress to fondle her ass. The thin, sheer panties she was wearing didn't offer any concealment of her subtle flesh as his hands enjoyed her. Even with the obscurity the dress afforded, I could see he was teasing her asshole, and her gate had changed slightly to allow him to. It felt like a game at that point, and I have always loved a good game. I knew he was limited in what he could do with his wife present, and I wanted to tease the bull both figuratively and literally.
Each time we stopped at a shop, I would get behind Kristina and fondle her body while I kissed and nibbled at her neck in full view of Andrew. In one of the smaller shops, I even pulled her dress down to expose her tits to Andrew and the eighty-year-old gentleman operating the small store. I could see the desire to fuck my wife all over Andrew's face. His wife was busy buying overpriced knickknacks for their house while all his attention was fixed on my wife.
The teasing continued from both of us, escalating as we walked the town's main street. My wife caught on fairly quickly and would disappear into a shop or stop to tie her shoe as we passed an alley to give us both a chance to one-up the other. I could tell she was enjoying the attention and the risk we were taking by being so open while Liv and Cheryl were so close by. We stopped for lunch and a drink at a brewery on our way out of town, and I took Kristina to the bathroom to make out. My hand quickly found its way to the wet slit under her dress, and I teased her clit while we continued to kiss. Unfortunately, our fun was cut short by an unknowing employee, but I had her scent on my hand and made sure Andrew got a whiff as I handed him the beer I had brought him on the way back.
The lake was beautiful, and our secluded spot, included with the cabin, offered a sense of privacy that made it feel like our own little escape. A wooden dock extended over the water, complete with a small built-in gazebo off to one side. The women, clad in swimsuits, decided to stay on the dock, lounging in a couple of chairs we had carried down from the cabin. Meanwhile, Andrew and I slipped into the cool water, letting it soothe the heat of the sun beating down on us.
As we floated and chatted, our eyes occasionally drifted to the dock, where the women lay on their backs, laughing and gossiping. Their relaxed, carefree presence stirred thoughts in my mind, thoughts I probably wasn't alone in having. Judging by Andrew's glances, I had a feeling his thoughts were traveling down a similar path. We both noticed that his wife and mine had undone the top of their swimsuits, and they were lying flat on their bare chests. I commented that his wife's tits were deceptively large, and he chuckled and remarked that maybe they would flip over, and I could have a look and see for myself.
As we joked and chatted further about their bodies, Andrew asked if I thought Cheryl would ever be down for some fun, which caused me to laugh wildly. I told him she would break his dick, and not in a fun way, but it gave me the opening to ask him something I had been thinking about since we got to the lake, and I laid eyes on his wife's curvy body in the blue swimsuit. I asked if his wife would even join in on the fun. He scoffed and said it wasn't likely. He further explained that his wife was, as he had hinted at before, very conservative in bed, and they rarely explored anything past vanilla sex.
A bit later, I got an ingenious idea. We swam up to the dock and removed our trunks. I did a silent count, and we tossed the water-logged swim trunks onto our unsuspecting wives' backs. The plan worked perfectly, and they both screamed and rose up to face us, forgetting briefly that their tits were hanging exposed for us to look upon. In the brief time before Liz realized I was staring at her breasts, I got a perfect view of them. They were indeed deceptively large. Wide and firmer than my wife's. Her dark brown nipples were small and symmetrical, positioned dead center of the heavy mounds. She quickly noticed I was staring, and she crossed her arms across her chest in an attempt to cover them. As I slowly swam backward with Andrew, I could see them spilling over the side of her arm. My wife had not bothered to cover hers as she scolded us. As we drifted out more, they put their tops back on, and I could see a smile on each of their faces as they failed to maintain their feigned anger. "We will get you back," my wife called out, and I replied with the excuse that we didn't know that they had removed their tops. Kristina most likely saw right through my half-hearted justification.
The sun was setting, and the water had suddenly dropped a noticeable few degrees. As I swam back to the shore, I asked my wife to toss my shorts back to me, and she refused, taking them in her hand. Liz also denied Andrew's request in a much sterner manner. My wife collected Andrews's pair in the same hand that held mine just out of our reach. Liz told the ladies it was probably time to head back to the house. As they gathered their things, Kristina's grip held firm on the only covering we would have for the return to the house, and once they had their belongings, they turned and began to walk away, leaving us to ruminate on our miscalculated prank. "That's what you get!" Liz called out to us over her shoulder as they walked away. Cheryl couldn't contain her laughter, and it echoed down to us even as they got to the house. As we made the fifty-yard walk back to the house, our dicks hung free in the breeze. The cold water ensured the sight was not as impressive as either of us would have hoped. As we got close to the house, I could see the women watching us from the large window next to the door.
I have never been one to be ashamed of my nude body, so I had no problem letting them gaze upon what I had to offer. Unfortunately, I am a grower and not circumcised, so as you can imagine, the sight wasn't nearly as remarkable as I thought it would be. The door was locked, so we were forced to apologize and plead with them to let us in. Cheryl continued to laugh and mocked us unrelentingly. My wife pretended to fumble with the lock at the door while Liz sat in the window with her hand covering her mouth in what I assume was a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. I noticed she was staring at my cock, and her eyes darted away when I caught her. I looked back towards my wife and could practically feel Liz's eyes return to my cock. Finally, my wife opened the door, and Andrew casually walked to his room. I took my wife in my arms and rubbed my dick against her in an exaggerated playful manner before she pushed me away, and I went to our room to shower and get dressed.
When I returned to the eating area just off the kitchen, the pizzas had arrived, and everyone, now fully clothed, was already eating. I grabbed a few slices and sat down to eat as well. The vibe of the room was light and lively as everyone sat and talked while we ate. The girls made sure to get in as many jokes as possible at Andrew's and my expense, but neither of us minded. I did have to take care not to get caught leering at Liz's chest. The sight of her tits remained in my mind as I showered and dressed and would linger for the rest of the night.
After eating, I made some gin fizz cocktails for us, and we played a few board games. Continuing in the spirit of earlier in the day, the girls teamed up against Andrew and I. Liz's usual serious demeanor seemed to melt away, revealing a more engaging and animated side of her that I had never seen before. It was refreshing and genuinely enjoyable to see her like that. There was even a moment during the second game that I caught myself staring at her tits. When I looked up at her face, she was looking at me, and as I smiled, she didn't look away; she actually smiled back. Andrew suggested a game of strip poker, which was bold, and Cheryl instantly vetoed it. I think if she had not been there, we probably would have played, which would have been really fun, and I felt in that moment, it could have led to more. After a bit too many drinks and four games, Andrew and Liz decided to call it at night and went to their room, which shared a wall with the dining area we occupied. Kristina, Cheryl, and I stayed to have another drink.
Not long after they retired for the night, Cheryl got up from her seat and motioned to us to be quiet. She carefully placed her ear to the wall and, after a moment, mouthed to us, "Their Fucking." Cheryl's ear returned to the wall, and I looked over at my wife. I could see she was starting to get jealous. I didn't expect that reaction from her, but it shouldn't have surprised me. Cheryl was giddy like a schoolgirl and motioned us over to listen. It had become more audible at that point as Andrew's wife was whimpering and moaning, much like Kristina had been, although it was much more timid. I smiled as I knew all the teasing of my wife had worked up Andrew throughout the day, and he was using his wife as a release of the energy my wife had stirred up inside him. The thought that Liz was also fired up by the sight of my cock earlier did not escape me. I grabbed Kristina by the waist and gave her a squeeze, and she embraced it. After a small silent moment of us listening to their lovemaking, my wife suggested that we watch a movie. There was no TV in the living room, so we all had to go back to our room.
Cheryl and my wife sat on the bed, and I sat in the chair, finishing my drink. Cheryl continued to clamor over their lovemaking. I could tell my wife was getting more annoyed as Cheryl continued, and eventually, she blurted out, "Well he is only fucking her because he can't fuck me!" I choked on my drink, and Cheryl's jaw literally dropped open as she looked over at me, waiting for a reaction. I got up to go make more drinks and offered a simple "Well that cat is out of the bag" in reply.
When I returned, Kristina had already gotten to the part of the story where we left the hot tub, and Andrew was inside her on the very bed they were sitting on.
Cheryl was very into gossip and loved to talk explicitly about sex, so they were fully engaged in the conversation. As my wife continued to walk through the kinker bits of the occurrences, Cheryl rattled off questions. It was not lost on me that most of the questions focused on my wife and, more specifically, her breasts and pussy, as Cheryl is a lesbian through and through. I could tell Cheryl was getting a bit turned on by the whole thing, and she was getting flirty and a bit too obvious with her not-so-subtle touches and coziness next to my wife. Kristina was surprisingly explicit and detailed as she told the story. I had never heard women talk about sex before.
When my wife revealed I had moved to the chair as Andrew used her for his pleasure on the bed, Cheryl looked at me and had a look of disgust on her face. "What the fuck" Her question pierced deep into my chest, and I only offered a "It was hot" in response. "So you're a cuck?" Cheryl's interest seemed to have shifted entirely to my sexual proclivities. I did have an answer to that question, though, as I had been pondering it since the first encounter. "No, I think it is more of a hotwife situation. Not as much about the humiliation. I just liked watching her get fucked." Cheryl gave me a skeptical look, "Sure buddy, small dick, and you let another man fuck your wife and didn't join. You're a cuck!" I was going to defend myself, but my wife blurted out, "He doesn't have a small dick!" before I could get a word out.
"Yeah, it was cold and I am a grower!" I added. Cheryl looked confused, and I realized that, as a lesbian, she didn't know what that meant. My wife explained it to her in a slightly condescending way, and I could see the wheels turning in Cheryl's head. "Show me," Cheryl's request seemed like a veiled attempt to humiliate me as if to prove her point. I was happy to oblige her and show off my manhood in hopes of regaining some of my honor. I reached into my pants and gave myself a few squeezes. It didn't take long before I was semi-erect. I unbuttoned my khaki shorts and pulled myself out, balls and all. Cheryl pretended to not be able to see it at first, even going as far as to pretend to block the light with her hand across her brow to focus, but as I got to the foot of the bed and plopped down, continuing to stroke myself to ensure I was at the maximum size, she couldn't deny it was decent, even mildly impressive. I was surprised with how long she watched me stroke it, I had assumed she would recoil and tell me to put it away as soon as I got on the bed, but as long as she was watching, I was going to keep stroking and holding it at the base as I pushed it down showing off my length. "Okay it's not bad, but I have bigger." She offered as a concession. "I bet you do," I quipped back and was instantly rebutted with, "Now put it away before you shoot all over the bed and I throw up."
I tucked it in my jeans and retrieved my drink before heading back to the bed. I stretched out next to my wife towards the foot of the large California king. Cheryl asked my wife how big Andrew was, and Kristina told her he was not as long as me but made a circle with her hand and left an exaggerated gap between her fingers. My wife then continued the story, ensuring she didn't leave out any details. I would occasionally offer a bit of commentary or detail Kristina didn't notice at the time. As my wife got to the end, I realized the last bit was going to expose me to a lot more judgment and ridicule from Cheryl, and of course, she did not miss the chance to reaffirm my cuck status and even go as far as to call me a closeted homosexual for taking another mans jizz in my mouth. Kristina defined my masculinity to ensure Cheryl I was at least primarily straight. She did slip in that I had been asking her to peg me recently, which I had been. This piqued Cheryl's interest, and she asked me why. I told her my prostate massager, while small, felt good and explained how the pressure on the prostate felt terrific. She half-heartedly offered to lend my wife her strapon, but my wife has never been too keen on the idea. To my surprise, Cheryl encouraged her to do it and even talked about how fun it was to be the giver. My wife dismissed it as I knew she would, and the conversation continued as the movie Heat ran through its entire 2h 50m runtime.
As the credits rolled, I told them I had to turn in for the night, and so should they. I was too tired at this point to initiate any fun with my wife, and she was dozing off already. Cheryl pulled the covers down and slid into the bed next to my wife. "I'm going to crash here. I don't feel like walking all the way to my room." I gave her a skeptical look and responded that there was going to be no funny business, earning a "You wish, cuck" reply. I crawled into the bed on the other side of my wife, put my arm around her, and Cheryl turned her back to us. We all fell asleep almost instantly, and nothing else occurred that night.
The following day, we all awoke, and everyone moved slowly due to the hangovers we all were suffering through as we packed up the cabin and got ready to leave. Cheryl was in our room when I woke up and stayed until my wife woke up and went to take a shower. I could tell her mind was wandering to the same places mine and Andrew's would. She wished my wife would come out of the shower and expose her nude body to Cheryl and maybe allow her to use her the same way Andrew had. I knew this wouldn't happen, though, because Kristina is not into women even the slightest. As expected, my wife exited the bathroom, already wearing a fresh bra and panties, and Cheryl sulked out of the room to get her things packed.
We all said our goodbyes and did the typical we should do this again soon routine and headed back to the city in our separate vehicles. The drive with my wife was quiet at first. Our non-stop debauchery had caught up with us. I didn't mind the silence, and my mind was empty for the first time all weekend. Unfortunately, the silence was broken, and she started to cry. Kristina was hit with a spell of guilt on our way home. Liz is her friend, and it struck her that she had betrayed her. We talked through it on the rest of the way home. I had experience with infidelity and offered the perspective I have come to have, careful to not reveal any of my indiscretions to Kristina. The standard sex is natural, and society has warped our idea of it kind of stuff. We were not responsible for other people's emotions and reactions, and she shouldn't let other people's feelings get in the way of her happiness. The guilt would quickly pass. I reminded her that she had already had sex with Andrew countless times and had never told Liz about their past, and they were friends, so this time was no different. Kristina started to be receptive to my reasoning, and I realized she just wanted someone to tell her that what we did wasn't wrong. The fact that Andrew had made love to his wife that night turned out to be a big help to her in getting through it. We both knew their marriage was starting to fail and with our newfound non-monogamous lifestyle, the notion that this could be what rekindled their relationship seemed plausible.
The following week, I got a message from Cheryl asking if we wanted to schedule a couples massage. I knew she wanted to put her hands on my wife and see if she could seduce her. I told her I was on to her and we would get something in the books next month. She responded back that she could bring something special followed by a winking emoji and an eggplant. I shrugged it off and didn't think much of it.
Life seemed to return to normal with the added benefit of our expanded sexuality over the next couple of months. Kristina and I have been having sex a lot more regularly now. Most weeks, it occurs almost every other night. She bought some lingerie and is more animated and enthusiastic when I fuck her. I have even been lasting longer, which was a delightful outcome of our adventure, as we had come to call it. We went to the classy sex shop not far from our house, and although the strapon was quickly shot down, we left with various new toys, including a set of three butt plugs varying in size. They have plastic jewels on the base, and Kristina has worn the smaller one while we did doggy style a few times. It is extremely hot looking down and seeing that thing shining between her cheeks as my cock plunges into her. We also have a small vibrator that sits inside her panties that I can control with my phone. That one has led to some interesting play. I got her to wear it to the grocery store one evening, and I spent the whole time teasing her with nothing more than my phone.
Cheryl has messaged me a few times, hinting at booking a massage. Her texts have escalated to including pictures of her strapon with various dildos laid out on her massage table. She even eventually offered to show my wife how to do it. That message made me inquire as to exactly what she was hoping to achieve, and after a few messages, she revealed her true intentions. She had always found my wife attractive, and as we were married, she had never tried to make a move, but now that she knew I was open to the idea of someone else pleasuring my wife, she wanted to see if my wife would be receptive. She was very confident that she could persuade my wife. She laid out her plan, which was to give us an intimate couple massage at our house. Which is what she usually did, but this time, she would peg me and see if my wife was receptive to her advances. I asked if she was serious about the pegging part, and she responded that she had a ton of practice and that it was a small price to pay to get to enjoy my wife. I liked her offer. The idea of Cheryl specifically pegging me and not my wife wasn't overly appealing, and I knew my wife would most likely deny her advances, but I was tempted and agreed. I told her we could do it the day after Christmas, but I wasn't going to be the one to tell my wife. That she would have to handle that part.
This brings us to Thanksgiving week, which affords us all a few days off from work. We hadn't seen Andrew and Liz since the trip, but Kristina had gone to a brunch where they both attended and didn't seem phased when she returned. Andrew texted us that we should get lunch to talk and see a matinee movie. My wife agreed and seemed eager to see him again. I asked her if she was comfortable with meeting up, and she went as far as to say she wanted to play again. I suggested she wear the remote-controlled vibrator, and she happily agreed.
We met at the burger joint across from the theater and sat in a booth in the back. My wife sat between us, and we picked up right where we left off on the streets of the small town. The waiter must have been completely befuddled as each time he would come by, either my arm or Andrews would be draped around her neck. At one point, he came to bring us some more fries, and her face was buried in Andrew's neck as he told her what he wanted to do to her. I was busy with my phone as I worked the slider that controlled the intensity and pattern of the vibrator she had hidden below the table. She spilled the beans about what I was doing on my phone to Andrew, and I could tell he was intrigued and wanted a turn. I told him I would connect his phone to the account before we left the theater.
The theater was dead, and only a couple of other couples were in the theater when we arrived. We picked Venom: The Last Dance, assuming correctly it would have a low turnout. We sat in the second to last row in the back, off to the side that had an extension up from the doorway below that offered the most privacy. Things escalated quickly. Kristina loosened both our belts and pulled out our cocks. It felt naughty instantly, and the risk had my heart racing. She sat and played with each of our cocks in her respective hands. I looked, and she was mimicking her motions between the two of us. Her steady strokes felt good, and the thought that Andrew was feeling the same exact movements on his cock kept me hard. I set her vibrator to a low pulsing pattern that did three short pulses followed by a pause before repeating. She gave me a kiss and whispered that I knew her favorite setting already.
Kristina soon began making out with Andrew, and I could tell she had been yearning for his touch. Her mouth was locked onto his, and her hand had stopped stroking my cock and was motionless as the grip began to release. Her body was showing the subtle signs that she was in the midst of an orgasm brought on by the vibrator tucked into her panties, and the thought of making her cum without my hands gave me a sense of satisfaction.
I moved her hand from my lap to hers and whispered to her that she should ride him. She looked at me, and I could see the joy on her face. I knew it came from my permission for her to pursue what she had been wanting since we left the cabin. She gave me a kiss and handed me the little bullet vibrator. I turned it off and tucked it in my pockets as I returned my dick to my pants.
Andrew hadn't heard my comment, and as she hunched and slid over on top of him, he looked at me. I held my finger up to my lip, signaling him to be quiet. It took a minute for her to position herself on top of him, and I could tell she was having trouble inserting him in that position. I signaled to him to recline the chair with the buttons on the armrest, and he lowered it as far as it would go. The reclined position didn't afford her enough of him and she soon turned to face him as she stradled him. As she sunk down, I could see she had now taken him entirely inside her. She slowly worked up and down his cock, careful to no cause too much commotion or let him slip from her grip.
As she continued, he lifted her dress so I could see her ass as it bobbed up and down. I reached over and fondled it, even squeezing it tightly from below as she continued. Her hands were grasping the back of his seat for leverage. He fondled her tits over the fabric of her dress as they bounced in front of his face. Her pace was slow and deliberate, but it continued for a considerable amount of time as she enjoyed him to the complete extent possible in the dark theater. Occasionally, she would catch herself letting out a moan and quickly stifle it. As I watched, I was sure she wanted to increase her pace and test the lubrication on the joints of the seat, but she showed restraint. Her mouth would lock on his in-between him sucking at her neck.
As I watched, I felt no ache in my stomach. I had no feelings of concern or angst as I had the first time. I was filled with a sense of pridefulness and enthusiasm to watch her satisfy her needs. I wasn't concerned with missing out or feeling any inadequacies. I was free to enjoy my arousal.
Andrew dropped her skirt and wrapped his arms around her as he took control of the motion. I had seen that look on his face before. He was going to cum and fill her with his hot sticky seed. She felt what I saw and started to react in kind, leaning back to ensure he filled every bit of her possible. Her hand reached out from the back of his hair toward me and found my hair. She grasped a handful and held it tight as she pulled at it. I could feel her fervor in her grip as if she was sharing it with me. Showing me what I allowed her to feel. After he finished and her body stopped tensing, she released her grip on my head, and it sprung back to its normal orientation above my shoulders. She slipped off him and fell back into her seat between us. After they both composed themselves and fixed their clothing, I informed them that the movie was already into the final act. They had been so preoccupied with each other they had not paid any attention to the movie.
My wife's hand rested on the back of my neck, and she passionately stroked it for a few minutes till I suggested we leave. They both agreed, and we slinked out of the theater. I looked at the few other couples to see if any of them gave us any knowing or judgemental looks as we left, but no one paid us any mind. As we exited the theater, I told Andrew we needed to get together soon and inquired if he was going to throw the New Year's Eve party this year. He agreed cheerfully. My wife whispered something to Andrew as they embraced and gave him a small kiss on the lips. As we walked to the car, I could see my wife was clutching her thighs together and knew she was trying to keep what was inside her from running down her legs. I teased that I was having trouble opening the car door as she had teased me back at the cabin.
When we got in the car, she was glowing, and I could see little beads of sweat on her forehead. She was smiling ear to ear, and I leaned in and kissed her cheek. "That was amazing. Watching you work had my cock hard the whole time." The smile on her face got even more expansive. "I came twice," She casually declared. "Good," I responded, and she pulled up her skirt, revealing her pink cotton panties for me to see. "I'm leaking," she uttered, followed by a playful giggle. She looked up at me to make sure I was watching as she slowly pulled the panties away from her raw pussy. The thick white mess clung to the fabric as she pulled it down. She took her fingers and spread her lips, and I watched as more of it oozed out of her. Once she knew I saw the mess he had made, she pulled up the panties and rubbed the fabric into her with two of her fingers. A long moan escaped her mouth that I could tell she had been suppressing this whole time.
As I took the car out of the park, she leaned over to me and said, "I want your big cock in my mouth the whole way home." I hadn't even reversed out of the parking spot entirely before she had the base of my cock in her hand as her mouth wrapped around the entirety of my shaft. She was aggressive and animalistic as she vigorously ran her tongue over my length. Her lips clasped tightly around it, and I could feel my tip slamming into the back of her mouth. She energetically bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and I tried my best to control the car and navigate us home.
I thought I would have to pull the car over at one point. She squeezed my balls so tightly that I thought they might pop, and the pressure caused me to unintentionally accelerate briefly. She was choking, and the spit that leaked from her mouth ran down my balls into a puddle I could feel between my legs. The raw energy she was displaying was a new level of sexual aggression I had yet to see from her. I reached over and rubbed the wet spot of her panties with my free hand in an attempt to calm her till we got home. It seemed to have a slight effect, and she pushed my hand hard against her swollen pussy with hers. Luckily, we only lived a few minutes from the theater, and the sheer surprise caused by her wild, almost rabid nature kept me distracted enough so I didn't explode in her mouth.
As I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, she jumped from her seat and ran inside. I collected my phone and the keys and followed. As I entered and closed the door, I noticed she was standing facing the wall just off our entryway. One of her hands pressed against the wall, supporting her weight as she leaned forward. Her legs were spread, and her ass was on full display. I could see her tight ass hole, along with three of her fingers shoved up to her top knuckle into her pussy. "Cum in my ass Daddy," She commanded, and her words reeked of desperation and zeal. It was not lost on me that she referred to me as Daddy at the moment. A moniker I had yet to earn. I pulled my rigid cock from the hole in my pants and approached her. As I stood behind her, she took the hand that was nearly stuffed inside her soaked hole and rubbed my shaft, providing lubrication before positioning it so my tip was touching her entrance. I slowly pushed into the little resistance her hole offered. I had never felt the true tightness of her asshole as I had only used it after it had been expanded by Andrew's thick member.
My head entered her, and the tightness gripped around the ridge of my head, but above it was more open. I paused to make sure I didn't hurt her, but she reached back and pulled my ass towards her. It was a clear indication I didn't need to be slow or gentle. I plunged my length deeper inside her till my thighs pressed against her backside, and she let out a deep moan. "You feel so fucking big." Her words were all the encouragement I needed as I pulled myself out, leaving only the tip inside her before thrusting my hips back into her. I felt her body curl to accept me. I gave her another long, slow stroke followed by a powerful thrust, and she took my hand and placed it on her throat. "Faster," She commanded. I gripped her neck, and I could feel her pulse in my fingertips. I increased my pace as I remained careful not to let myself slip out of her. "Yes, Daddy like that," She exclaimed as I continued. On each return, I threw my full weight into her, and she pushed her ass back against me to take the full force.
"Choke me," She said as her voice faltered from one of my thrusts. I took my other hand and wrapped it around the other side of her neck. I felt her legs begin to give a little under her and softened my grip on her neck. The hand she had been using to rub her clit moved to the wall across from the other to brace her. She began to whimper loudly as I continued to slam my body against her, and I could feel her hole loosening from my girth. "I'm cumming" I soon assured her, and she replied, "Cum in me, Daddy." My eruptions were intense, and I could feel the hot liquid filling the spaces my cock didn't occupy. As I pulled out, my cock slipped out effortlessly with all the additional lubrication, and my cum leaked from her as soon as I exited her. I stepped back to admire my work and get good luck at her in the throws of uninhibited raw lust. She stayed stationary for a moment as she collected her breath. I could see her lungs filling with air as her shoulder raised and dropped. "Fuck that was intense." She said between deep breaths. I offered to get her some water, and she asked for a carbonated one.
When I returned, she was resting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Her entire body glistened with sweat. She looked absolutely stunning. I sat with her while she gathered her composure and finished her drink. When she was ready, I helped her up and she went to take a shower. I started to prepare dinner. Eventually, she returned from the shower wearing her fluffy rob and laid down on the couch. It wasn't more than five minutes before she was passed out and snoring heavily. I ate dinner and watched her sleep before falling asleep in the chair next to her.
TLDR: After our vacation, we picked up where we left off and my wife's sexual appetite is fastly becoming too much for me to handle.
The next two updates will cover what happened over Christmas and New Year's. The New Year's Eve one is incredibly spicy, and it will take me some time to get it written but it will be worth the wait.
As always thanks for reading and commenting!
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