Foreword: My name is Cleo and you’ll see it on some of the stories posted here. I have also written a few fiction stories posted here, but most of mine are true. I am a Physical Relationships Therapist (sex counselor) and some of the issues I council people on are so-called “deviant” sexually related matters. In many cases, reading about themselves helps some folks cope with their arrant behavior. As a result, I have received many degrading comments about my work from the readers, but enough favorable ones that I will continue to post a few more stories from my case files. In each case, I attempt to recall exact conversations involved to the best of my ability in the interest of accuracy. If you enjoy reading about these people’s lives, please let me know.
I Watched My Wife With Another Man 6
I’m the husband in the previously posted, I Watched My Wife With An Older Man, stories. My thanks to Cleo for how much she’s helped both Anne and I get through this difficult period of our lives. Yes, Anne and I are still together, now completely settled into our roles as cheating slut wife and cuckold husband. There, I’ve said it and it’s out in the open now. This whole mess has all been my fault. I let it happen the first time with Anne and that guy Walt who stayed at our home for a short while. He’s working in the Far East now, but I’m sure he will return in a year or two once his job there is finished. I know when he returns he will again stay with us for a while and when he does, Anne will sleep in his bed every night. I will once more lie awake all night, listening to their grunts, moans and squeals as he pummels her depths in every hole, clutching my own hard cock and feeling rejected and jealous. I know what I am, but I can’t wait. I love it.
With that said, both Anne and I have now settled into our roles and I’m not sure we would change anything even if we could. I no longer try to deny the fact that I like watching what she does to other men, and she no longer fights her uncontrollable impulses. She just compliantly, obediently lets the men I bring home do whatever they want to her as I watch and jerk-off. We are both completely addicted to it, and yes, we still love each other and have great sex together. We have a few “regulars” she services. They will come by our house periodically, or when they’re in town. Al, the guy I found him on Craig’s List (Cleo wrote about him in one of the previous stories), comes to Dallas every couple months, but he is becoming too abusive and perverse even for us. After he’d finished using Anne for hours the last time in town, he actually urinated on her as she lay exhausted, laughing as he did. I was really pissed about that and told him if he did that again he couldn’t come back. He just smirked as he left, and for some reason Anne wants him back again. He has one of the thickest cocks I’ve ever seen on any man, and I know that’s the reason. Later, she even said it wasn’t all that bad being pissed upon. I asked Cleo about the incident and she said it was just “phase” and it would pass.
I work out a lot at the gym and sometimes notice guys in the shower who are well hung, befriending them and eventually inviting some of them over for drinks. Or, maybe Anne and I will just go to a bar or hotel lounge where she will indicate if she is interested in someone there, and I will do the rest. One would think she’d go for the handsome hunks. She doesn’t. Anne likes the big rough-looking guys, sometimes, even the fatter ones. Looks are not important to her. I once asked her if she wanted me to find her some bikers and she said, no, she prefers one-on-one situations. Yes, I am jealous and it hurts as I watch her stare into a guy’s eyes as she sucks his tongue, wallowing beneath him like a snake. But my throbbing cock doesn’t know this. It never gets old watching as she slips to her knees on a new man and takes his cock into her throat for the first time - seeing him pounding a thick cock into her wonderfully-rounded ass as she moans and twists in front of him. I’m hard now just thinking about it.
Once in a while, picking up strangers gets sort of dangerous. Like the guy last month. We went to one of our favorite places, an up-scale hotel near the airport. Lots of out-of-towners stay there. One guy made a bee-line for Anne as soon as I made a pit-stop. I came back and saw him at her table, went to the bar and drank a beer as I watched them. By that time, I already had a boner. He looked a lot like Walt, the guy I mentioned earlier, but a little younger - mid-forties. Big guy, older than me, with a beer gut, big hands, needing a shave. After a few minutes of chit-chat, they got up to dance, if you could call it that. Anne wore a short pleated skirt, and heels. This guy had to bend over her, but his knee was tightly pressed against her pussy. They drifted toward the back of the dance floor where he immediately smashed his mouth down on hers. I saw their tongues were busy. I grasped my hard cock inside my pocket and watched them dry-fuck on the dance floor.
As the song ended, she led him by the hand towards me, smiling. His pants were protruding out a good six inches but he didn’t seem to notice. I didn’t say a word, just dug out my car keys and headed for the parking lot as they followed. Anne got into the rear seat with him and I watched in the mirror. I was barely out of the parking lot when I saw her face-down in his lap, and slurping sounds coming from behind me. I will say this. When she pulled off of it, I could see the guy was hung like Walt - who had the biggest hammer I’d ever seen. I almost ran off the road watching her lick down the shaft and then engulf it again, a tiny moan escaping her stuffed mouth. We were almost home when I saw him clutch the back of her hair, lift off the seat and grunt. It lasted for a full minute, Anne choking and gagging when he finally released her head. She took a deep breath and went right back down on it again, slurping loudly for my benefit.
Anne was out the rear car door as soon as I stopped in our driveway, dragging him by the hand. After what she’d just done, she was probably climbing the wall wanting that thing stuffed inside her drenched pussy. I’d had to look away several times to keep from cumming myself. The guy didn’t even look at me. It was as if I didn’t even exist. As for me, my cock hurt so bad I could barely follow them inside. I found Anne’s dress on the floor outside our bedroom door. That hurt. She’d taken him into our bedroom this time. Usually it was the guestroom. I stopped at the door and saw she was already sucking his cock back to full mast again. It was like a horse’s cock. Her slender frame looked small in front of his hulking figure. He did have a gut, but his chest was thick and hairy, his tanned thighs large and muscular. A shiver of dread shot through me as I wondered if Anne might get more than she bargained for this time. He roughly shoved her onto her back and she lay there with her legs open, half fearful, staring up at him expectantly. His little grin looked like a wolf as he moved his cock close to her opening, held it there for an instant. I could see she was more than ready, open, pink showing, glistening wet. Still, the head of that huge thing looked like a baseball trying to get inside her, as he grunted and shoved it against her open pussy lips. Anne cried out with what sounded more like pain than lust, as he finally popped inside.
He offered her no respite as those large thighs drove forward, forcing the stiff meat along her smaller shaft, until I heard her cry out softly, “Wait. Please give me . . .”
He plunged into her, pulling her hips toward him, his thick arms knotted with effort as she cried out again. I wondered if I should try to help her, although I knew this guy could break me in two like a match if he wanted. He was finally inside her, mostly, his nuts dangling against her quivering ass, still grinning down at her. He stared at me for a moment. “This is one fine-looking piece of ass you have for a wife, faggot. Watch what a real man can do.”
As he withdrew, the pink lining of her pussy channel came with it, then he plunged back inside as she cried out again, tears flowing this time. She flopped around like a rag doll as he held her against his groin, pounding into her like a machine. Finally her hands came up to grasp his shoulders, slowly sliding down to cup his ass, lifting up to meet his thrusts and pulling his ass into her as she fought to reach the orgasm she’d been wanting ever since leaving the hotel. He lowered his mouth and my sweet Anne offered hers in return, licking his thick lips, biting them, sucking them, taking his tongue. Jealousy surged through me and I couldn’t take any more, exploding into a tissue, over and over until my knees felt they’d collapse. Gasping for breath, I sagged onto the carpet just as Anne screamed out with her orgasm. He was only seconds behind her. The only sounds in the room for a full five minutes, was us trying to catch our breath.
Then he said, “Get over here and lick this thing clean, Faggot.”
What? He was talking to me! I stumbled to my feet and backed toward the door as he laughed. “You like cock, don’t cha? Come on.”
As I retreated, I heard Anna explaining that I wasn’t gay, I only like to watch big cocks entering her.
His name was Larry. He was a construction engineer, there to evaluate a new city development. He would be in Dallas for three more days. He told us both he’d be staying with us, not giving us an opening to complain. Larry was absolutely fearsome, his eyes boring right through you like he could pull your legs off and not feel a thing. OK, I was scared of him, and Anne said she was too. Rubbing salt into the wound, he slept in my bedroom – with my wife. He also forbid me to watch them, relegating me to the guest bedroom, listening to their rutting all night, only able to imagine what they were doing to each other. They were still sleeping when I left for work the next morning. I found them on the pool when I got home, he in swim trunks, her in the familiar white shorts and stretchy halter-top. He was wet, like he’d been for a lap in the pool, Anne looking fresh and beautiful. I heard her laughter before I saw them. I changed from sport coat and tie, into shorts and t-shirt before joining them. Our bed was still unmade.
As I came out, Larry was seated beside Anne on the loveseat. He called out, “Bring me a beer when you come.”
“You know where they are, Larry. I worked hard and I’m tired.”
I knew instantly that was a mistake. His mean eyes froze me in place. “I’m tired, too, Faggot. I been fucking your pretty wife all day. Now bring me a fucking beer before I slap the piss out of you.”
I brought him a beer, setting it on the table, taking a seat across from them. Staring me in the eyes, Larry dared me to say anything as he took Anne’s unresisting hand and ran it under the loose leg of his trunks. I saw her grasp him through the cloth, watching as he grew stiff. He had that wolf’s grin on his face, and I knew he was taunting me, his eyes locked on mine. “How many times did we fuck today, Doll?”
Anne hesitated, but I could see Larry had somehow already intimidated her today as well. “I . . . don’t know. Maybe three?”
“And a blow job, right?”
“Yes,” she responded in a small voice.
“I just can’t get enough of this fine looking ass, Faggot,” he said in a deep voice.
“I’m not a faggot.”
“If I say you’re a faggot, you’re a faggot. Say another word and I’ll have you sucking my cock. Got it?”
I nodded silently, glaring back. I had to tell him to leave, but if I did, he’d probably beat me to a pulp – at the very least. Maybe it was better to wait him out for, what? Two more days? An eternity. I silently groaned. I wasn’t sucking him off, that was for sure.
“Just for being a wiseass, watch this. Suck my cock, Doll face.”
Anne obediently dropped to her knees and tugged his shorts down, pulling them off. His sacks were huge, laying limply between his hairy thighs, that horse cock already semi-hard. Whatever he’d done to her earlier, she didn’t hesitate, swallowing the whole thing. He grinned at me. “She’s good. The best I ever had. Best looking too. Maybe, I’ll keep her.”
That really scared me. I’d fight him if he tried something like that.
“I like people to do what I tell them. Your wife has already learned that, and you will too. Don’t believe it? Watch.”
He pushed her mouth away, raised his knees and wrapped his hairy arms under them, sliding down, spreading the hairy cheeks of his ass. “Come on and show hubby you know what to do, Doll face.”
Anne lowered her face into his steamy crack and began feasting on his hole. She licked, bit, slurped as Larry grinned at me. I couldn’t hide the fact that I had a boner, sticking straight up inside the soft fabric of my Jersey shorts. He finally pushed her wet face away, pulling her up to straddle his red cock. “Sit on it and get me off. Don’t cum though. You know what will happen if you disobey me.”
Nodding eagerly, almost frantically she climbed over him, positioned her cunt over his throbbing meat, and slowly lowered onto it. It pushed inside, stretching her lips apart so I’d never be able to satisfy her again. How she took it all I’ll never know, but soon she was bouncing on it like she was going out of her mind, growing louder and louder as she approached her climax.
“I’m . . . almost there . . . baby . . . can I cum?”
“No,” he said, staring at me.
“Please baby. I can’t . . .”
“Better listen to me bitch. I said no.”
“Oh . . . god . . . I pleaseeee?”
I could see her toes working and knew she was cumming. She was going nuts riding his cock, sobbing, hair flying around, covering her face. What he’d do to her because she disobeyed him, I didn’t know yet. I was close, myself. Did I need permission, too? Fuck him.
As she slowly came down from her climax, he said, “Now you’ve done it Bitch. Get up.”
Anne’s face was tear-streaked, her eyes filled with fear as she stared up at him. “I haven’t gotten off yet,” he said. “Bend over the chair and spread ‘em.”
“Please . . .” she muttered.
He grasped her arm and I could see it hurt. “Remember?” he said.
“Yes.” She turned around, bend over the chair, and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. Larry grinned at me as he positioned himself behind her. “See how obedience works?” he said, winking.
No way would that baseball-sized knob fit inside her puckered asshole. I knew Walt, who was also well-hung, and Al who was thick as a beer can, had done it to her, but this thing looked even more formidable. My cock throbbed with pain as I watched him press its crown against the little brown ring. “Please don’t,” she muttered softly.
Hands on each of her hips, Larry pulled her back against his rampant cock, pushing his thighs forward. Anne sobbed, softly at first, then louder. “Better bite your arm or something,” he said. “If you scream, I’m gonna bury it all at once.”
I saw Anne’s mouth close on her arm, and heard muffled screams as he ploughed deeper inside her bowels. I could feel my nuts churning as I fought to keep from shooting my load. I wanted to help her, but was rooted to the spot, heart beating like a steam engine. He took maybe five minutes to get inside, and I could see her swollen belly once he’d made it. She was whimpering now, like a small hurt animal. Larry slowly pulled the lining of her bowels out as he withdrew, then back inside. “You should’ve listened to me, Doll face. I said don’t cum.”
His pace was picking up some now, and soon, he was driving into her ass like he did her pussy. I noticed Anne no longer cried out, only moaning a little. Soon she was helping him. Finally, she cried out, “Can I cum, Larry. Please let me.”
He waited a moment, then said, “Do it Bitch. Do it.”
Larry's nuts tightened up and his cock throbbed as he shot his load deep inside my wife's bowels. I could see Anne's swollen pussy lips quivering as she also came. I watched them climax together as I shot halfway across the pool. As Larry withdrew a river of cum streams from her tortured little asshole, which was now gapping open and raw looking. The next two days was going to be hell.
The next day was Friday and as I arrived home from work around 6:30 PM, I met Larry and my wife just leaving. Anne was dressed fit to kill, in a short black dress and heels. “Going out to dinner,” he said gruffly.
Then he grinned. “Looks great, doesn’t she?”
I wanted to kill him, but I’d probably need a gun for that, so I helplessly watched them drive off in her Lexus. I made up my mind I’d tell him to leave as soon as they returned. I could call the police, but my neighborhood wasn’t used to things like that and it would cause a real screen. I couldn’t threaten him. He’d probably just beat the shit out of me – maybe her too. I’d have to think about this. I was watching TV around 10:30 when I heard the Lexus drive into the driveway. When they came in, her face seemed red and I could tell they’d both been drinking.
Larry paused to see the score on TV, “The fucking Heat’s gonna win this round, but when they get to San Antonio, the Spurs ’ll kick their ass!”
I didn’t answer as they sat down together on the couch. Anne curled up with her long legs under her, and Larry placed a possessive hand on her covered thigh. We watched the game in silence for a while and Larry said, “Get me a beer, will you Babe?”
Anne didn’t look at me as she obediently went to do his bidding. Coming back, she handed him the bottle and curled up beside him again. This time her skirt was a little higher on her legs and his hand rested on her bare thigh. Toward the end of the 4th quarter, I glanced over to see his hand had traveled upward quite a bit.
“That was one fine steak,” he said to no one in particular. He mentioned the name of the restaurant they’d gone. It was the best in Dallas, one of mine and Anne’s favorite. “Nothing like a good steak while a beautiful woman plays with your cock under the table.”
I gripped the arms of my chair and glared at him, but he just grinned back as if he were daring me to retort. He looked absolutely evil. I kept my mouth shut for the moment.
“Doll face here just had a salad,” he smirked. “She had her meat after we got to the car. Lots of sauce, too.”
Anne’s face was burning, but she just bit her lip – then she closed her eyes and I saw her long legs partially part to allow his big hand better access. As the Heat shot their last basket, I heard her softly moan. Larry abruptly stood. “The Spur will get ‘em when they come to town. Come on Doll-face, let’s hit the sack.” He headed straight for our bedroom without looking back. Anne followed, her eyes averted. I noticed she left the door ajar.
I switched the remote off and just sit there until I heard the unmistakable sound of sex. Although Larry had forbid me to watch them, I went into the adjoining bathroom and peeked in. He hadn’t even taken her dress off. It was bunched up around her slim waist. Anne was on her knees on the bed, Larry behind her with about half of that monster dick buried inside her. Both were straining to get the rest of it inside her wet pussy. He pulled her hips backward as he tightened his huge thighs and thrust into her. Anne lifted her ass to meet each of his violent surges, seemingly oblivious to any pain he might be causing her. After a minute or two he was buried to the base inside her, his huge balls swinging freely beneath them. I could see Anne’s face lying to one side on the bedspread. Her eyes were closed and she looked as though she were in heaven. I suddenly realized my cock was throbbing so hard it hurt, wrapping my hand around it, seeking relief. Larry slowly eased out of her, pulling pussy walls with the large crown. Anne whimpered, lifting upward, seeking what he was taking away. I hated the bastard and it hurt to see him doing this my beautiful wife, but I couldn’t stop it – and I couldn’t stop watching. Unexpectedly, he plunged into her exposed cunt, and began pounding her hole savagely. Anne cried out once, then began helping him violate her.
“Like that cock, Doll-face?” I heard him growl softly.
“Yes . . . yes,” she whispered.
“Better than your faggot husband’s little dick?” He was grinning down at the back of her head, and I knew he was trying to humiliate her. When she didn’t answer right away, he slammed into her viciously.
“Yes,” she whispered again. “Better, much better . . .”
That hurt too, but I was so close to cumming I didn’t mind much. Larry suddenly stopped, pulling out of her as she whimpered in protest. “Turn over,” he said. “I want to see your face when you cum.”
Anne hurriedly complied, flipping onto her back, legs spread wide, waiting for him. Larry crawled over her and slammed his rampant cock into her again as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, hungrily searching for his mouth. I suddenly shot my load into the tissue, long and hard until my knees were weak.
Their orgasms were close behind; Anne twisting, squirming, her screams muffled inside his mouth. Afterward, she whimpered softly as she licked his mouth, her long legs quivering as they still gripped his hips. After a moment, he slipped from her clasping pussy, thick white sperm gushing out of her behind it. I lay awake in the guest room and listened to them fuck for hours, before falling to sleep – thinking, another day to go.
I woke up early and found Anne already making coffee in the kitchen. She wore one on my t-shirts and little else. Sleepy-eyed with a rubbed-red mouth, she looked well-fucked. I’d fallen asleep well after midnight with the sound of their moans, grunts and wet slapping flesh still ringing in my ears. By then my cock was so tender I couldn’t touch it. “Where’s the ape?” I said, getting a glass from the cabinet.
She nodded toward our bedroom where I heard a faint snore. I sipped some water. “Hard night?”
She walked up and placed her head on my chest, just holding me. Then, staring into my eyes, she said, “Want to quit doing this? At least, for a while?”
“Think we can? Maybe we could just do it once a month instead of two or three times like we do now.”
“I don’t know. No. We both get something we need from this. But this guy scares me.”
I grinned down at her. “Me too. He has a slight accent. Maybe German?”
She shook her head. “No, he says he’s from the Ukraine. He’s an animal – and a sex maniac. He does it four, five times a day. I wake up with him on top of me, then a couple times during the day while you’re at work, and after we go to bed again.” She looked a little embarrassed as she said, “He has a thing for anal. Does it at least once every day.” She gave a short laugh. “I’m really kind of sore.”
“But you don’t say no . . . so?”
I’d read something in the news lately about Russians and gangsters from the old Eastern-Block countries, and that jogged my memory. As she finished making the coffee I went to my computer and ran through the articles again. It said Eastern European Mafia types now ran many of the parking lot and construction businesses in and around Dallas. It said they were even more dangerous than the drug cartels and that to join that group they had to have killed someone first. I firmly believed Larry could kill, probably had. What to do? I heard him stirring around in the bathroom and quickly turned off the computer.
I found Larry in the kitchen with Anne, wearing only his shorts and holding a hot cup of coffee. His arms, legs, chest and back were covered with thick hair. He really did look like an ape. The fly of his shorts gapped open and his thick soft cock was partially visible through the pee-hole. He was staring at Anne’s short t-shirt with male appreciation, as she poured him a cup of coffee – like a dutiful wife should. But she wasn’t his wife. She was mine! I sourly wondered if he’d want to fuck her right there on the kitchen counter before drinking his coffee. He saw me standing there and grinned.
I ignored him, going to get a cup.
“It’s my last day in Dallas, so Anne and I are going shopping today. Be back later and we’ll all go to dinner.”
I started to protest, but figured WTF at last we’d be free of him, so I held my tongue. They left around noon and returned about five-thirty. Anne wore a new cashmere sweater and held an expensive handbag, so I suppose he was just showing his appreciation. I suppose sometime during the day, she’d also shown him her appreciation in some small way. True to his word, we all got ready and went to dinner at a local Italian place. We took a corner booth, Larry in the middle between Anne and I. When our food came and we started eating, Larry looked at Anne. “Come on, you know what I like while I’m eating.”
Face flaming, Anne reached under the table cloth and I heard the faint sound of his zipper. After a moment, Larry smiled contentedly and resumed eating. After a few minutes he said, “You too. Take hold of my cock.”
I quickly got over the fact he wasn’t joking. “Fuck you,” I said. “I told you I’m not gay.”
Larry reached over and grasped Anne by the knee, and I heard her sharp intake of air as she gasped in pain. “I’ll hurt her. Bad.”
Anne groaned painfully again, so I quickly lowered my hand into his lap, letting her soft fingers guide my hand to its intended target. I’d never felt another man’s dick before. It felt huge, much bigger than it looked from a distance. Like mine it was both soft yet hard, at the same time – on a much larger scale, of course. It didn’t excite me in any way, but feeling Anne’s hand on it, did. It was extremely intimate in a way, and the feeling of her stroking his long cock up and down, gave me an instant boner. This went on all the time he ate, speeding up until at one point he caught his breath and said, “Stop. Keep your hands there, just don’t move ‘em.” He laughed softly. “ Shit, I almost shot a load and I don’t want to ruin my pants.”
After a moment he said, “OK. Do it.”
Anne placed her hand over mine and slid it up his shaft to the big crowned head. It felt sticky and I knew it was from pre-cum. She cupped my hand and smeared his fluid all over his dick’s head. Larry suddenly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, “Okay, let’s get out of here.”
I went straight to the men’s room and washed my hands, disgusted they were so sticky with his sperm. I met them in the parking lot, at the Lexus. Larry handed me the keys and got into the passenger side, immediately unzipping his fly again, and pulling out his fencepost sized dick. He looked expectantly at Anne, who just raised her skirt, got inside and lowered herself down on his cock, facing to the front. She slow-fucked him all the way home. About a block from home he groaned and grabbed her hips, shooting his load into her. She went absolutely nuts for a couple of moments, crying, biting her lips, hair flying around like a wild woman. I’m just glad a cop didn’t see it and pull us over. The car smelled like fresh-fucked pussy and my cock was so hard it hurt. In the driveway, he opened the door and the Lexus’ interior light illuminated us all. Anne slid off his lap as Larry said, “Clean me up, Doll-face. I have to wear these pants tomorrow.”
Anne had learned not to argue by this time, so she just bent over, licking and sucking his cock clean right there in the interior lights of the car. If anyone was watching, our reputation in the neighborhood was now shot. They went inside, straight to the bedroom where I heard Larry saying, “Suck it, Babe. Get it hard.”
By the time I got to their doorway, she already had it buried in her working throat, clutching his ass cheeks and pulling him deeper. I pulled my own dick out and instantly shot all over my hand and some even hit the fucking rug. I was totally exhausted, but continued watching as my beautiful wife somehow managed to swallow the entire length of Larry’s thick cock. As the giant crown pushed into her slender white throat, I could see the bulge it caused in her throat canal, before passing into her gullet. A few slobbers formed around her mouth, dropping onto her tits as she labored away in total delirium, moaning and grunting occasionally, nails digging into his ass cheeks. Watching them, I felt myself stiffening once more. I had to take it slower this time. I was a twice-a-day kind of guy. Anne on the other hand, could probably climax twenty times a day. That’s why I couldn’t deny her this pleasure she needed.
Larry groaned and attempted to push her head away, but she clutched his ass and greedily held him in place. Finally, almost violently, he shoved her away so hard she fell over on her back, legs spread, staring up at him defiantly – like . . . do me, Big Boy. She looked so sexy I almost teared-up. Larry threw her onto the bed, flipped her over and slammed his cock into her from behind. I had a great vantage point right where I stood. I saw his cock-head push those swollen pussy lips aside and disappear inside her, then the long shaft slide along her pussy canal until it was completely buried inside her snatch. Anne seemed frozen in place, not moving a muscle as he see-sawed back and forth inside her, but her pussy kept clasping his shaft convulsively each time, quivering and pulsating with each thrust. God it was just so sexy. She lay with her ass in the air, face on the bed facing me. I saw her eyes were closed, mouth open, little sounds coming from within it. Larry held her hips, hammering into her mercilessly, his big cock pulling the lining of her pussy with it each time it withdrew, then plunging back to her depths. I remembered how huge it had felt under the table, wondered how she could take it – how it had fit up that small puckered little asshole above her snatch. I clutched my dick and slowed down again, controlling my breathing.
Larry’s balls drew up and trembled, then he grunted loudly as he emptied his load deep inside her. That was all it took for Anne, too, crying out, squirming, clutching the bedspread. Cum shot out from around the tight fit of his cock, running down her thighs, thick and white. It went on for quite a while, and then I came like an atom bomb, over and over until my legs gave out. Somehow I made it back to the guest room, passing out on top of the covers. I don’t know how many times they fucked after that, but the next morning Anne drove him back to the airport and that night I slept in my own bed.