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Jenna poured more warm oil into her palms and moved to Jonas’s other thigh, her knees shifting on the bed as she straddled lower for better access. Her slick hands glided over the thick, powerful muscle, thumbs pressing deep into the meaty flesh while her fingers spread wide to cover as much of him as possible. She worked slowly, methodically, kneading the tension from his leg with long, sensual strokes.
As her hands moved higher up his thigh, dangerously close to where his massive cock lay pinned between his legs, her fingertips nearly brushed the heavy shaft. She froze for a split second, heart pounding.
Jonas let out a low, rumbling chuckle.
“You can rub it if you want to, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with arousal. “I won’t stop you.”
Jenna’s breath caught. The offer sent a violent surge of heat through her body — her pussy clenched hard, soaking the tiny white thong even more. For one dizzying moment she imagined wrapping her oiled hands around that thick, beautiful cock, feeling its weight and heat, stroking it the way she had watched him do the night before.
No. I can’t. I shouldn’t. This is already too far…
Desperate for an alternative, she slid her hands higher, bypassing his cock entirely and moving onto the full, round globes of his ass.
Jonas moaned loudly — a deep, guttural sound of pure pleasure that vibrated through the mattress.
“Fuck… yes,” he groaned. “That’s it.”
Jenna’s pale hands looked almost delicate against the dark, muscular curves of his ass as she began kneading firmly, spreading the oil across his skin. She dug her fingers into the thick flesh, massaging deeply, her thumbs pressing into the tight muscles. Emboldened by his moans, she grew bolder, using both hands to spread his cheeks apart slightly.
Her eyes widened.
Up close like this, everything looked so big. His massive balls hung heavy and full between his thighs. His thick cock, now starting to swell and harden again, pressed firmly downward into the mattress, the heavy shaft throbbing visibly as it grew. She could see the smooth, dark skin of his taint… and just beyond that, the tight ring of his asshole.
Jenna’s mouth went dry. Her own pussy throbbed in response, a fresh rush of wetness leaking into the lace thong as she continued kneading and spreading his ass, unable to look away from the intimate sight before her.
Jonas moaned again, louder this time, his cock twitching and growing even harder against the sheets.
Jenna’s oiled hands continued kneading the full, muscular globes of Jonas’s ass, her thumbs pressing firmly into the thick flesh. She told herself she was just being thorough — that this was still part of a proper massage. But as her thumbs worked lower, they began to tease the sensitive crease where his ass met his taint, gliding slowly along the warm, slick skin with deliberate, almost exploratory strokes.
Jonas let out a deep, guttural moan that vibrated through his entire body and straight into her core.
“Fuck… yes,” he groaned, the sound raw and unfiltered. Without hesitation, he spread his thick thighs wider apart on the bed, opening himself up to her even more. The movement caused his heavy balls and the thick base of his cock to shift slightly against the sheets, exposing more of the sensitive area between his legs.
Jenna’s breath hitched sharply. Her thumbs were now dangerously close to his most intimate parts — brushing lightly along the crease, feeling the heat radiating from his taint and the heavy weight of his balls just inches away. Her pale hands looked so small and delicate against his dark, powerful body as she continued the intimate massage.
Inside her head, the war raged harder than ever.
Stop. This is too far. You’re married. You have values. You’re not some slut who massages a man’s ass and teases his asshole while he’s naked on the bed.
But another voice — darker, hungrier, and growing louder with every passing minute — whispered back:
He’s moaning because of you. You’re making him feel good. Look how relaxed and open he is for you. Your hands on his body… it feels right. Powerful. He wants this. You want this.
She could feel her own pussy throbbing painfully against the soaked white thong, her clit aching for attention. Every time Jonas moaned or shifted his hips, a fresh wave of arousal flooded through her. Her need to please him — to hear more of those deep, masculine sounds of pleasure — was fighting viciously against the last shreds of her modesty, her progressive ideals about respect and boundaries, and the crushing guilt she still felt toward Aiden.
What kind of wife am I becoming? she thought desperately, even as her thumbs continued their slow, teasing exploration of the crease, drawing another long, satisfied groan from the powerful man beneath her.
Jonas’s voice was thick and encouraging.
“Keep going, baby… you hands feel so fucking good.”
Jenna bit her lip hard, torn between pulling away and pressing even closer. Her hands kept moving, oil-slick and trembling, as the internal battle consumed her.
Then it happened.
The pad of her right thumb brushed lightly against the warm, heavy skin of his ball sack.
Jonas let out a deep, involuntary groan of pleasure, his hips twitching slightly beneath her.
The contact sent a violent jolt through Jenna’s entire body. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh rush of wetness flooding the tiny white thong. For one dizzying second she kept going — her thumb lingering, almost exploring — before reality crashed back in.
She yanked her hands away as if burned.
“I’m… I’m done,” she stammered, voice shaky and breathless. “That’s enough for your back.”
Jonas chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. Without a word he rolled over onto his back in one smooth motion, his powerful body now fully displayed in front of her.
His massive cock stood proud and fully hard, thick and heavy, rising straight up from his groin and curving slightly toward his belly. The dark, veined shaft throbbed visibly, the swollen head glistening with a fresh bead of precum. It looked even bigger than she remembered — intimidating and beautiful at the same time.
Jonas smiled up at her, completely unashamed, his eyes dark with lust.
“My feet are still sore, sweetheart,” he said casually, as if his erection wasn’t pointing straight at her like a weapon. “Think you could work on those some more?”
Jenna couldn’t believe how hard he was.
She stared, transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the massive, throbbing cock that she had caused. Knowing that she — her body, her touch, her presence in this lingerie — had made him this hard sent a powerful spike of adrenaline and raw arousal through her. Her nipples ached against the sheer corset. Her clit throbbed painfully. Fresh wetness soaked through the lace thong and trickled down her inner thigh.
Oh my God… I did that to him.
The guilt screamed at her, but it was drowned out by the rush of dark, intoxicating pride and desire.
She was frozen in place, kneeling on the bed beside him, eyes helplessly locked on his erection as her mind spun with conflicting emotions.
Jonas simply lay there, smiling patiently, waiting for her hands.
Jenna slid down to the foot of the bed on shaky knees, trying to put some distance between herself and the massive, throbbing erection that dominated her vision. She poured more oil into her palms and reached for Jonas’s right foot again, determined to focus on something safe and innocent. Her thumbs pressed firmly into the arch, working the sore muscles with slow, deliberate strokes.
She tried to concentrate.
She really did.
But her eyes kept betraying her. No matter how hard she stared at his foot, her gaze drifted upward — past his thick calf, along the powerful thigh, and straight to his cock. It stood proud and fully hard now, the dark, veined shaft pulsing visibly with every heartbeat, the swollen head shiny with precum. It looked even bigger from this angle, heavy and intimidating, curving slightly toward his belly.
Jonas noticed.
A low, amused chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Can’t keep your eyes off it, can you, sweetheart?”
Jenna’s cheeks burned with fresh embarrassment. She forced her gaze back down to his foot, but it only lasted a few seconds before her eyes flicked up again, helplessly drawn to the thick, glistening length of him.
When she finally looked up at his face, she saw the raw, unfiltered lust burning in his dark eyes. He wasn’t hiding it anymore. He wanted her to see exactly how much he desired her.
“You’re doing a good job on my feet,” he said, voice low and rough, “but I want you to do my thighs next.”
Jenna’s breath caught. Her hands paused on his foot. The request was simple, but the implication was anything but. His thighs were right there — thick, powerful, and leading directly to the massive cock that she couldn’t stop staring at.
She hesitated, torn between the overwhelming need to please him and the screaming voice in her head telling her this was crossing yet another dangerous line.
Jonas simply lay there, watching her with that calm, patient hunger, his hard cock twitching visibly between his spread thighs as he waited for her decision.
Jenna finished massaging Jonas’s feet with slow, reverent strokes. She poured more warm oil into her palms and began working upward, her hands gliding over his thick calves. After several minutes, she shifted her position, swinging one leg over his lower leg and straddling his shin just below the knee. This gave her the leverage she needed to properly reach and massage his powerful thigh.
Leaning forward, she placed both oiled hands on his right thigh and began kneading the dense, meaty muscle with firm, deep strokes. Her thumbs pressed into the thick flesh while her fingers spread wide, working the oil into his dark skin. The position was incredibly intimate — her soaked white thong and the heat of her pussy pressed against his calf, while her hands moved higher and higher up his thigh, dangerously close to his massive, throbbing cock.
Jonas let out a deep, appreciative moan.
“Fuck, that feels good, baby. Keep going.”
Jenna tried to focus on the massage, but her eyes were helplessly drawn upward. His cock lay heavy and hard against his lower belly, thick, veined, and leaking steadily. She couldn’t stop staring.
Jonas noticed and chuckled softly.
“You can’t keep your eyes off it, can you?”
Then his voice dropped, low and intimate.
“Tell me… how did it feel to taste my cum the day before?”
Jenna’s hands faltered on his thigh, her face burning with embarrassment.
“I… I didn’t mean to tell you that,” she whispered.
Jonas’s smile was patient but insistent.
“Now that you did, I want to know. Be honest with me, sweetheart.”
Jenna bit her lip, her hands still working his thigh as the confession tumbled out in a reluctant, shaky voice.
“The first time… it was when I was changing your sheets after I caught you masturbating. Some of your cum got on the back of my hand. Later that night, when Aiden was fucking me on the couch… I licked it off. I sucked it clean while he was inside me.”
She swallowed hard.
“Then… when I was cleaning you up and my finger got coated in it… I wanted to taste it while it was still fresh. So I did. I licked it… and then I sucked my whole finger into my mouth. It tasted… better than I thought it would.”
Jonas groaned deeply, his cock twitching hard against his belly, clearly aroused by her confession.
“Goddamn… that’s so fucking hot,” he murmured, eyes dark with lust. “You tasted me while your husband was fucking you… and then again right after cleaning me up. You’re full of filthy little surprises tonight, aren’t you?”
Jenna’s cheeks were burning, but she kept massaging his thigh, the confession leaving her even more conflicted and aroused than before.
Jenna finished working Jonas’s right thigh with slow, deep strokes, her hands glistening with oil. She shifted to his other leg, swinging her leg over and straddling his left shin just below the knee for better leverage. Leaning forward, she poured fresh oil into her palms and began massaging his left thigh with the same focused attention — thumbs pressing firmly into the thick, powerful muscle while her fingers spread wide, working the slick oil into his dark skin.
Jonas let out a low, appreciative groan.
“Goddamn, look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “That body of yours is something else. Those heavy tits swaying in that little corset while you lean over me… that thick white ass perched on my leg… you’re built like a fucking dream, sweetheart. No wonder your husband can’t stop sending you over here dressed like this.”
Jenna’s breath hitched at the compliment. Her cheeks burned, but the words sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to her core. She tried to stay focused on the massage, but her eyes kept drifting helplessly upward to his massive cock, which was still rock-hard and throbbing against his lower belly.
Unable to hold the question back any longer, she asked in a shaky whisper, “Why… why are you so hard right now?”
Jonas chuckled softly, the sound deep and satisfied.
“Because of you,” he said simply, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Look at you — straddling my leg in that slutty little maid outfit, your hands all over me, your pussy so close to my skin I can feel how hot and wet you are. How could I not be this hard for you?”
As he spoke, a thick, pearly bead of precum welled up at the swollen head of his cock and slowly dripped down the veined shaft, glistening under the bedroom light.
Jenna’s eyes were glued to it. Without thinking, her tongue darted out to lick her lips, the involuntary gesture betraying her completely. She was so close — her hands were only inches away from his throbbing length as she worked his upper thigh. The heat radiating from his cock was palpable.
Jonas watched her reaction with dark, hungry eyes.
“You want to taste it, don’t you?” he asked, voice low and direct. “Go ahead, sweetheart… I can see it in your eyes. Do you want to taste my cock?”
Jenna’s hands trembled on his thigh. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as the question hung heavy in the air between them, thick with dangerous possibility.
She was teetering right on the edge.
His massive erection lay heavy against his lower belly, the thick, veined shaft throbbing visibly. A steady stream of precum leaked from the swollen head, slowly dripping down the underside in shiny rivulets.
Jenna’s breath grew shallow. Her eyes were locked on the glistening fluid, unable to look away. Her tongue unconsciously darted out to wet her lips.
Jonas noticed immediately. A low, knowing chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “You want to taste it so badly, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Without waiting for an answer, he reached down with one large hand, gathered a thick bead of the warm precum leaking down his shaft onto his index finger, and slowly brought the coated digit toward her face.
Jenna’s heart hammered wildly. She stared at the glistening finger, her body frozen in place. The scent of him — rich, musky, masculine — filled her senses as he held it just inches from her mouth.
She inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering half-closed as she breathed in the intoxicating aroma of his precum. Then, almost helplessly, she parted her lips.
Jonas slid his finger into her mouth.
Jenna’s tongue immediately swirled around it, licking the warm, salty fluid with slow, reverent strokes. She moaned softly around his finger, then sucked it deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she cleaned every last drop from his skin with eager, hungry pulls.
The taste — thick, slightly bitter, unmistakably him — sent a violent surge of arousal through her body. Her pussy clenched hard against the tiny white thong, fresh wetness soaking through the lace as she continued sucking his finger like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Jonas watched her with dark, satisfied eyes, his cock twitching hard against his belly as she savored him.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, voice rough with approval. “Taste it all.”
Jenna was still sucking gently on Jonas’s finger when he slowly withdrew it from her mouth with a wet pop. His dark eyes were burning with lust as he looked at her flushed face.
“Come here,” he murmured.
Before she could think, his large hand cradled the back of her neck and pulled her down to him. Their lips met again — this time deeper, hungrier. Jenna melted against his powerful chest almost instantly. A soft, needy whimper escaped into his mouth as she surrendered to the kiss.
Oh God… I’m kissing him again.
The thought should have stopped her, but it didn’t. His lips were firm and commanding, his tongue sliding against hers with confident strokes that made her head spin. She felt small and delicate in his strong arms, completely enveloped by his size and heat. The contrast was overwhelming — his broad, dark chest against her softer, pale skin, the sheer power of his body compared to Aiden’s slimmer frame. It made her feel desired in a raw, primal way she had never experienced before.
Jonas’s other hand slid up her back, cradling her neck as he deepened the kiss, tilting her head exactly how he wanted. Jenna moaned softly into his mouth, her body relaxing against him, her heavy breasts pressing into his chest through the sheer corset. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared — the guilt, the shame, the fear. There was only the heat of his mouth, the strength of his hands, and the intoxicating feeling of being wanted so openly.
His hands began to travel downward, sliding over her shoulders and then cupping her barely covered breasts. He squeezed them gently through the mesh fabric, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
At the same time, Jenna’s hand moved almost absentmindedly. It drifted down his oiled chest, over the soft roundness of his belly, and lower… until her fingers brushed against the thick, burning heat of his hard cock.
The sheer size of it jolted her back to reality like a bucket of ice water.
Oh my God… what am I doing?
Her hand froze on his throbbing shaft. It was so thick her fingers couldn’t even wrap around it fully. The heat, the weight, the way it pulsed against her palm — it was overwhelming. Guilt crashed over her in a violent wave.
This is too far. I’m married. I can’t—
But then Aiden’s words from earlier echoed clearly in her mind:
“If you want to touch him… you can. I’m okay with it.”
She hesitated, trembling, her hand still resting on the massive cock that throbbed beneath her fingers. The internal battle raged furiously inside her — love and loyalty for her husband clashing against the dark, addictive desire to explore what she was touching right now.
Jonas pulled back from the kiss just enough to look into her eyes, his hand still gently squeezing her breast, waiting to see what she would do next.
Jenna’s hand was still resting on the thick, throbbing heat of Jonas’s cock when she pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. Her voice came out in a breathless whisper.
“Aiden… he told me it was okay. He said if I wanted to touch you… I could.”
Jonas’s smile was slow and deeply satisfied, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph and lust.
“Then get a closer look, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I want you to see it all up close. Touch it. Feel it. It’s all yours right now.”
Jenna’s lips curved into a small, almost dazed smile — the kind someone might wear while slowly unwrapping the most forbidden gift they’d ever received. She slid down his body, moving between his spread thighs until she was kneeling on the bed directly in front of his massive erection.
Her hands trembled as she reached out for the first time.
She wrapped both hands around the thick shaft. Her fingers couldn’t even close all the way around its impressive girth — it was easily as thick as her wrist. The skin was velvet-soft over steel-hard muscle, warm and pulsing with life. She could feel every thick vein running along the length like ropes under her palms. The sheer size and weight of it made her breath catch — it was heavy, so much heavier than she expected, and it throbbed powerfully in her grip.
The smell hit her next — rich, musky, masculine, mixed with the faint scent of the massage oil and his fresh precum. It was intoxicating. She leaned in closer, inhaling deeply as her hands slowly stroked up and down the veined length, exploring every ridge and contour for the first time.
Jonas groaned deeply, watching her with hooded eyes.
“Fuck… that’s it, baby. Feel how hard you made me.”
Jenna’s gaze dropped lower. His heavy balls rested beneath the base of his cock, large and full, the dark skin smooth and slightly wrinkled. She cupped one gently in her hand, feeling its impressive weight and warmth. They were so much bigger than Aiden’s — heavy and potent, like they were filled with everything her body suddenly craved.
She stroked the shaft again with both hands, twisting slightly at the head the way she had seen him do, spreading the leaking precum over the swollen, bulbous tip until the entire length glistened. The texture was incredible — silky skin sliding over the rock-hard core beneath. She could feel it pulse and twitch in her grip, alive and responding to every touch.
She was completely lost in the intimate exploration, her own pussy throbbing and dripping as she finally touched the cock that had haunted her fantasies for days.
Jonas watched her with raw hunger, his hand gently stroking her hair as she continued to explore him with both hands, mesmerized by the size, the heat, the scent, and the sheer masculine power of what she was holding.
Jenna’s hands continued their slow exploration of Jonas’s massive cock, her fingers gliding up and down the thick, veined shaft. A fresh bead of precum welled up at the swollen tip and slowly dripped down the underside. Without thinking, she flicked her thumb over it, gathering the warm, pearly fluid.
She brought her thumb to her mouth, eyes locked on his as she slipped it between her lips. She sucked gently, savoring the taste — salty, slightly bitter cum mixed with the faint sweetness of the coconut massage oil. A soft, needy hum escaped her throat as she licked every trace from her skin.
Jonas watched her with a slow, satisfied smile, his cock twitching hard in her other hand.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with lust. “Keep going. It’s all for you tonight.”
Emboldened by his words and the taste still lingering on her tongue, Jenna wrapped her right hand firmly around the thick shaft and began stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. Her left hand moved lower, gently cupping and fondling his heavy balls, rolling them in her palm, feeling their impressive weight and warmth.
“They’re so big,” she whispered in awe, her voice breathy as she continued stroking his cock. “Your cock is beautiful, Jonas… so thick… so heavy… I can’t believe how perfect it looks.”
She twisted her hand over the swollen head on every upward stroke, spreading more leaking precum down the length, making it glisten obscenely in the bedroom light. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust as she worked him, completely mesmerized by the sight and feel of his massive erection in her hands.
Jonas groaned deeply, his hips twitching slightly upward into her grip.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, one hand gently stroking her blonde hair. “Keep stroking that big Black cock for me. You look so fucking pretty doing it.”
Jenna’s pussy throbbed painfully against the soaked thong as she continued to stroke and fondle him, lost in the intimate act, the guilt momentarily drowned out by raw, overwhelming desire.
Jenna’s hands were still wrapped around Jonas’s thick, throbbing cock, stroking him slowly, when he gently took her wrists and guided them away.
“I want to try something, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and husky with desire. “Lie on your back for me.”
Jenna’s heart stuttered. A wave of apprehension washed over her, cold and sharp, cutting through the haze of arousal.
What does he want to do? Is this it? Am I really going to let him…
She hesitated, her breath shallow, but the memory of Aiden’s words from that morning echoed in her mind: “If you want to touch him… you can.” He had given her permission to touch Jonas. He hadn’t said anything about Jonas touching her. But in the heat of the moment, she rationalized it quickly.
It’s only fair… I’ve already touched him. He’s been so patient. I’ve gone this far already…
She nodded slowly and lay back on the bed, her voluptuous body spreading out on the sheets. The sheer black corset pushed her heavy breasts up and together, the tiny white thong barely covering her soaked pussy.
Jonas moved over her, straddling her waist on his knees. His massive cock hung heavy and hard above her, still glistening from her earlier strokes.
“Touching is okay, right?” he asked softly, his dark eyes locked on hers, giving her one last out.
Jenna swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”
Jonas smiled and reached for the bottle of massage oil. He poured a generous amount over his beautiful dark cock, stroking the thick length slowly until it was completely coated and shining. Then he slid higher up her body, straddling her chest. His powerful thighs framed her torso as he leaned forward, aiming the massive, slippery head of his cock directly between the heavy mounds of her tits.
He pressed the thick shaft down into her cleavage, the warm, heavy weight of it nestling perfectly between her breasts as he squeezed them together around him with his hands.
“Have you ever been titty fucked before, sweetheart?” he asked, voice rough with lust as he slowly rocked his hips, sliding his oiled cock between her soft, pillowy tits.
Jenna’s breath caught in her throat. She stared up at him, eyes wide with a storm of apprehension, guilt, and overwhelming arousal. Her heart raced as she felt the sheer size and heat of him nestled between her breasts, the head of his cock brushing against her chin with every slow thrust.
She shook her head slightly, voice barely a whisper.
“No… never.”
Jenna lay on her back, chest heaving, as Jonas straddled her torso. His powerful thighs framed her body, and she felt the immense weight and heat of him pressing down on her. He leaned forward, sliding his massive, oil-slick cock between the heavy mounds of her breasts.
The moment the thick, veined shaft nestled into her cleavage, her mind fractured.
Oh my God… this is really happening.
His cock was so heavy, so incredibly thick that it forced her breasts apart as he squeezed them together around his length with both hands. The swollen head brushed against the hollow of her throat with every slow thrust. The heat radiating from him was overwhelming — like a brand against her soft, pale skin.
Jenna’s hands moved almost on their own, reaching up desperately to explore. One hand slid down his chest and belly, feeling the contrast of his dark, powerful body against her pale fingers. The other hand moved lower, cupping the heavy weight of his balls, rolling them gently, feeling how full and warm they were. She slid her hand further back, squeezing the firm muscle of his ass, pulling him closer as he rocked between her tits.
He’s so big… everywhere. So strong. So masculine.
The smell of him hit her in waves — rich, musky, masculine sweat mixed with the coconut oil and the unmistakable scent of his arousal. It filled her lungs with every breath and made her pussy clench hard, leaking steadily into the tiny white thong. She had never smelled anything so raw, so potent. It made her head spin.
His cock was so close to her mouth.
With every forward thrust, the glistening, swollen head came within inches of her parted lips. She could see the thick bead of precum leaking from the slit, could almost taste it again. Her tongue unconsciously darted out to wet her lips as she stared at it, mesmerized.
Just a little closer… I could lick it. I could taste him right now while he fucks my tits…
The guilt screamed at her:
You’re letting another man use your breasts like this. Your husband is across the street waiting for you, and you’re lying here like a whore, touching another man’s balls and ass while his cock slides between your tits.
But the arousal was louder.
It feels so good… He’s so hard because of me. Because of my body. Aiden could never do this. He could never fill my cleavage like this, never make me feel this small.
Jenna’s hands kept exploring — squeezing his ass, fondling his heavy balls, stroking the thick base of his shaft as it slid between her breasts. Her breathing was ragged, her nipples aching against the sheer corset, her pussy throbbing with desperate need.
Jenna lay beneath Jonas, her heavy breasts squeezed tightly around his thick, oil-slick cock as he slowly rocked his hips, sliding the massive shaft between them. The head of his cock brushed against her chin with every forward thrust, leaving a shiny trail of precum on her skin.
Jonas looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes and a satisfied smirk.
“You remember how uptight you were that first week?” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he continued fucking her tits. “All that talk about how ‘toxic’ I was… how disgusting my ‘macho bullshit’ was… telling me to stop staring at your body. Look at you now, sweetheart. Lying here in slutty lingerie, holding another man’s cock between those perfect white tits while your husband waits at home.”
He gave a slow, deliberate thrust, the swollen head gliding right up to her parted lips before pulling back again.
“Are you glad you let go of that little facade?”
Jenna’s breath hitched. Her hands were still exploring him — one cupping his heavy balls, the other stroking the thick base of his cock as it slid between her breasts. The shame burned hot in her chest, but the arousal was stronger.
She looked up at him, eyes glassy with lust, and whispered the truth.
“I don’t regret it,” she breathed. “Fuck… your cock is beautiful.”
Jonas groaned deeply at her words.
“Good girl. Now hold those tits together for me. Squeeze them around my cock while I fuck them.”
Jenna obeyed instantly, bringing both hands up to cup the sides of her heavy breasts, pressing them tighter around his thick shaft. Jonas started thrusting with more purpose, the oil and precum making the slide smooth and obscene.
Then his right hand reached back behind him. He hooked a finger under the thin strap of her white thong and pulled it roughly to the side, fully exposing her soaked pussy. His thick fingers found her swollen clit and began rubbing firm, slow circles.
Jenna moaned loudly, the sound raw and unrestrained as pleasure shot through her body.
“Oh god—!”
At that exact moment, as her mouth opened wide in ecstasy, the tip of Jonas’s cock thrust forward and brushed directly against her parted lips — warm, slick, and tasting of coconut oil and his precum.
Jenna’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t pull away immediately. The sensation — the sheer intimacy of his cock touching her mouth while he played with her clit — pushed her dangerously close to the edge.
She reluctantly closed her lips around the head for the briefest second, tasting him again, before forcing herself to turn her head slightly to the side as her orgasm rapidly approached.
Jonas smiled down at her, still rubbing her clit and fucking her tits, clearly enjoying every second of her unraveling.
Jenna’s body was trembling beneath Jonas, her heavy breasts squeezed tightly around his thrusting cock as her orgasm rapidly built. Her hips rolled helplessly, grinding her soaked pussy against nothing but air while his fingers continued their firm, relentless circles on her swollen clit.
Jonas’s voice was rough, strained with his own pleasure as he fucked her tits harder.
“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” he growled, looking down at her flushed, desperate face. “Tell me. I’m so fucking close.”
The question pushed her right to the edge.
In her mind, the image flashed vividly:
Her on her knees in front of him, stroking his massive, throbbing black cock with both hands while he erupted. Thick, powerful ropes of cum shooting across her chest, splattering the sheer black mesh corset her husband had chosen for her. Covering the delicate white lace trim, dripping down between her breasts, painting the lingerie Aiden had bought so she could seduce another man. The sight of his cum marking the outfit her husband had dressed her in… it was filthy. Possessive. Perfect.
Jenna moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed as the fantasy sent her crashing over the edge.
“On me—” she gasped, voice breaking. “Cum on me… all over my tits… all over the lingerie Aiden dressed me in… please—”
The words barely left her mouth before her orgasm exploded through her.
Her pussy clenched violently, gushing wetness as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through her body. She cried out, thighs shaking, hands squeezing her own breasts even tighter around Jonas’s cock as she came hard beneath him — moaning, trembling, completely lost in ecstasy while staring up at the massive cock sliding between her tits.
Jonas groaned deeply, his hips stuttering as he watched her come undone, clearly fighting to hold back his own release until the perfect moment.
Jenna kept moaning through the orgasm, her body writhing beneath him, completely surrendered to the pleasure and the dark fantasy she had just confessed out loud.
Jenna was still shaking through the final, powerful waves of her orgasm when it happened.
As her mouth fell open in a long, broken moan, Jonas thrust forward between her tits — and the swollen, leaking head of his massive cock slipped past her lips.
For a few delirious seconds, the thick head rested on her tongue. Warm. Salty. Slick with oil and precum. Her lips instinctively closed around it as she rode the last crest of pleasure, sucking gently without thinking.
Then reality slammed into her like a cold wave.
Oh my God — I have his cock in my mouth.
She pulled back with a gasp, the heavy head slipping from her lips with a wet sound. Her hands moved quickly, pushing his cock upward and out from between her breasts. She wrapped both hands around the thick, throbbing shaft and began stroking him with long, desperate strokes, trying to regain some semblance of control.
But Jonas’s hand never left her pussy.
Two of his thick fingers pushed inside her soaked entrance — stretching her in a way that made her eyes flutter. They were as thick as Aiden’s entire cock. The realization made her whimper. His thumb continued its gentle but relentless circles on her swollen clit, pushing her straight toward another orgasm.
Jenna’s mind was a surreal storm of conflicting thoughts as she stroked him faster.
This is insane… I just had another man’s cock in my mouth. I’m stroking him while he fingers me. My wedding ring is literally sparkling on my finger as I jerk off the neighbor.
She stared down at her own hand — her wedding band catching the light with every stroke of his thick black shaft. The contrast was obscene and hypnotic: her pale fingers, the symbol of her marriage to Aiden, wrapped around another man’s much larger, darker cock.
Look at what I’m doing… I’m married. I love Aiden. And yet… I want this. I want him to cover me. I want to feel his hot cum all over my tits, my neck, my face… marking the lingerie my husband dressed me in.
The thought was so filthy, so wrong, that it sent a violent surge of arousal through her. Her pussy clenched hard around Jonas’s thick fingers as another orgasm began building rapidly.
Jonas groaned above her, hips rocking slightly into her stroking hands.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Stroke that big Black cock while I finger your married pussy. You’re so fucking close again, aren’t you?”
Jenna could only moan in response, her hands moving faster on his throbbing length, completely lost in the overwhelming, surreal pleasure of betraying everything she once believed in… while chasing the next high.
Her wedding ring continued to shimmer brightly with every stroke.
Jenna was lost.
Her hands moved frantically on Jonas’s massive cock — stroking as fast as she could with both fists, twisting and pumping the thick, veined shaft while her body trembled on the edge of another orgasm. One hand slid lower, cupping and gently squeezing his heavy balls, as if she could physically pump his thick seed out of him.
“Please…” she begged, voice broken and desperate, eyes locked on the swollen head of his cock. “Cum for me… Please, Jonas… I want your cum… I need it…”
Her own orgasm was crashing over her again, her pussy clenching hard around his thick fingers as they pumped in and out of her.
That was all it took.
Jonas groaned deeply, his hips jerking upward as he finally let go.
“Fuck— here it comes, baby—”
The first powerful rope of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, shooting across her upturned breasts and splattering heavily onto the sheer black corset. Pulse after hot, thick pulse followed — long, heavy strands painting her tits, coating her exposed nipples, dripping down her neck and upper belly. The warm, sticky seed marked the lingerie her husband had chosen for her in thick white streaks.
Jenna moaned loudly as she came again, her body shaking violently beneath him. In the middle of her orgasm, she tilted her head back and aimed the head of his cock toward her open mouth.
The next massive rope landed directly on her tongue — thick, hot, and salty. She savored it, letting it coat her mouth as she continued stroking him through his climax.
Jonas growled above her, still pumping his hips as he kept unloading.
“That’s it… take my cum, you good little slut. Look at you — covered in another man’s load while your husband waits at home. Such a good fucking slut for me.”
Thick ropes continued to paint her face, her neck, her tits, and the delicate white lace of the corset until she was glistening with his seed. When the final pulses slowed, a long, heavy strand of cum hung from the tip of his cock, stretching downward.
Jenna looked up into Jonas’s eyes, her own gaze hazy with lust and submission. She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and let the long strand fall onto her tongue. Then she extended her tongue further and licked the last thick drop directly from the sensitive head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip to clean him.
Jonas watched her with raw, possessive satisfaction, gently stroking her hair as she swallowed.
“Fuck… you really are something else,” he murmured, voice thick with approval.
Jenna stayed there on her back, chest heaving, body covered in another man’s cum, the taste of him still strong on her tongue… and the overwhelming reality of what she had just done beginning to sink in.
—
What have I done…? I just begged him to cum on me… I licked it off his cock while wearing the lingerie my husband bought… and I loved every second of it.
The guilt was coming. But right now, all she could feel was the warm, sticky evidence of Jonas’s pleasure covering her body… and the terrifying thrill of how much she wanted even more.
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