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I love Fridays. Fridays I start drinking in the late afternoon. I’m not an alcoholic, it’s just that I need to unwind once a week after chasing my two kids and husband, and doing all the housework. We make a point to get the kids out of the house on Fridays. My husband usually drops my daughter at my parents’ and we give enough money to Jason, my son who is a high-schooler, for going to the movies or whatever.

Then my husband comes home and we have drunk, wild sex.

This Friday was different though. Kids weren’t at home as usual, my daughter was staying at a friend’s and Jason had called me to say he’d be a bit late after school. The difference was hubby wasn’t going to be home today. He was out of town for work.

Still, I’m a woman of habit so I started my usual Friday routine. First, I had a couple glasses of wine so I was tipsy, and then went to bathroom. I shaved every bit of hair on my body for starters. Then I stood in front of the mirror to enjoy the view. I’m 34 and I’m proud to say I can pass for 24. I run three days a week and go to yoga class every other day. As a result, my body is toned and firm. I’m only 5’2” but looking into mirror I liked what I see: long shapely legs for my petite frame, C cup and firm breasts, nice round bottom and slim waist. I winked at myself in the mirror, I liked my heart shaped face, green eyes and shoulder length brown hair. Then I climbed into the tub and took a long, hot shower.

When I climbed out of the bath I looked at the image in the mirror and smiled, I was all bare and pink. I went to my bedroom and I painted my nails and toes red as usual. Then I felt a pang of remorse, wishing my husband was here so we could enjoy the night. But, alas, he wasn’t, so I decided to make the best of my evening. I was going to have a few more glasses of wine, watch TV, then go upstairs to my bedroom to masturbate my brains out.

Usually I wear something sexy but today I decided not to. So I wore a white t-shirt and a short denim skirt but I rejected wearing a bra. I couldn’t let myself wear flip-flops though, so I chose a sexy pair of high wedges with open toes.

With the plan in mind, I went to kitchen and filled another glass of wine. The bottle was already half empty, and I was beyond tipsy at this point; I did not care. I watched TV idly and giggled at stupid things. Life was good, two kids and a wonderful husband. I smiled inwardly, feeling content and happy.

It was early evening when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was my son I went to the door. Instead, I was surprised to see his friend, Henry.   Nobody calls him Henry though, they use his nickname.

“Hey Elephant,” I said cheerily looking up at him.

“God damn Mrs. Reynolds, not you too,” he said.

“Ok, ok sorry Henry, hi.”

“John told me to meet him here, can I come in?”

“Sure come in, but John isn’t here,” I said. He smiled mysteriously at my response and said, “It’s alright, you can keep me company.”

Henry was my son’s best friend. He was more like a big brother to him, Henry being a senior and Jason a sophomore. Henry used to bully Jason when he started high school, but I arranged a meeting with him and his mother, that they hit it off and were inseparable.

He walked into living room and being a bit drunk I checked him out. Henry was huge, in all aspects. He was easily 6’4” and towered above me, even when I was in high heels. He worked out everyday, as he liked to boast so often, so he was muscle-bound. Thick legs, thick arms, broad shoulders, I couldn’t suppress a smile checking out his butt; he must have liked squats, like me.

He sat on the couch and looked up at me, momentarily glancing at my breasts. I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra and his glance made me a bit uncomfortable, so I crossed my arms in front of me. In response he dropped his eyes to my legs and to my painted toes then up to my face again, smiling innocently.

“So what’s up?” he said.

“Tonight? Tonight’s menu is TV and wine for me. I guess TV and coke for you,” I said.

“Eh come on. You know my birthday was last week and I turned eighteen.”

“That’s not quite twenty-one you know. No wine for you mister, sorry,” I said as I sat on the coach.

“By the way, since I’m eighteen, you don’t have to wait anymore to date me.” He said looking at my legs. I crossed them too.

“Ah, such a flatterer. What would you do with an old mom like me?” He sighed turning to TV and muttered “A lot of things Jenny, a lot of things.” I wasn’t sure he said that exactly so I pretended not to hear him.

We watched the TV for a while in silence. He stole glances at me a lot and I noticed a small bulge forming in front of his shorts. I pretended not to notice.

Finally he said, “You look especially lovely today”.

So that was it, he was hitting on his friend’s mom. Feeling naughty, flirting back seemed like a tempting option, especially since I was so drunk. If I was sober, if I was my usual self, I wouldn’t dare to act like that. But I smiled at him and said, “Thank you, you are just saying that,” giggling like a stupid school girl.

“I’m not, you are the hottest woman in town.”

I didn’t reply but giggled again and turned to TV, then I said, “Well if you want that coke it’s in the fridge.”

“I was hoping you could get it for me.”

“Why is that?” I said.

“I want to watch you sway those hips,” he said. I chuckled and reached to punch his arm playfully.  Damn that’s a lot of muscle, I thought, feeling his firm arm under my knuckles.

Then, surprising myself, I stood up and walked slowly out of the room, swaying my hips. Before leaving the living room I glimpsed back to see if he was watching. His eyes were glued to my bottom and when he noticed me looking back, his eyes rose to my face. I smiled at him and he returned it.

“Whatever the mighty Elephant wants,” I said and went to the kitchen.

This wasn’t how I usually behaved. I’m a married mom, I don’t flirt with guys half my age. But wine had gotten to me and I was enjoying this little game between us too much.

I grabbed a coke from the kitchen and topped my glass with wine and went back to the living room. I stood in front of him and leaned down comically so that I gave him a good view my cleavage. He licked his lips while staring down my t-shirt hungrily and took the coke.

Again we watched TV in silence for some time. He was stealing glances more often now and I finally turned to face him. An attractive, youthful face. Dark hair and dark eyes with a strong jaw. I didn’t think he had any problem with girls.

Suddenly a thought  occurred to me. I said, “Why do they call you Elephant?”

“Why do you think?” he said looking a bit angry.

I didn’t care, I was beyond drunk to care offending an eighteen-year-old boy.

“Probably you were fat in middle school and the name stuck?”

“Wrong. Not even close Jenny.” He said shaking his head grinly.

I didn’t particularly care for being called by my first name by him, but I let it go being curious.

“Why then?” I said.

“Well...” he looked oddly shy and apprehensive now, quite unlike himself. Trying to find words for half a minute he finally said, “Maybe I’ll tell you later in the evening.”

“Ok then,” I said and shrugged.

Again we were back to the TV. I sipped my wine and he sipped his coke silently. The problem was our flirting had gotten me a bit wet. Every stolen glance fanned the flames more. I just wanted to go upstairs and masturbate.

“Have you called John, it’s been an hour you know,” I said turning to him.

“Yeah, I sent him a message. He’ll be here soon,” he said.

We resumed watching TV, chatting and laughing and flirting. He showered me with compliments and kept checking me out; I had to admit I loved the attention. This wasn’t like me, but my body was used to sex on Fridays, and I had half a bottle of wine in me already. He complimented me on everything: my nail polish, my cute toes, my t-shirt, my calves. Always being polite but bordering on inappropriateness.

I was now feeling horny, drunk and impatient. But I felt it would be rude to leave him alone here and go upstairs, so I stayed. I finally got up and went to bathroom. My face was flushed and my nipples were hard. They were clearly visible through my t-shirt. No wonder the boy was paying more attention to me than the TV. I checked my panties and they were damp. I ran a finger over my clit and a moan escaped my lips. I wanted to masturbate right there and then, but I decided it would be too weird with him in the house.

I walked back to the living room and my legs were wobbling. I misstepped and almost fell down but I recovered. His eyes were on me the whole time. Then I took another step and almost sprained my ankle. I shouldn’t have drunk so much.

“Oh boy, I should stop wearing heels at home,” and with that I took my pumps off and sat on the couch rubbing my now bare sole. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t care as we sat in the living room not saying a word. I put my foot down eventually and reached for my glass of wine taking a big sip. I knew I should have stopped already but feeling buzzed; I didn’t care. Again I put the glass down and pulled up my other foot and rubbed my sole.

“I can do that for you, you know,” he said with an air of innocence about him. I was surprised and I didn’t lift my eyes to meet his and just ignored the offer, rubbing my sole and enjoying the relief.

He rose up without a word and the next moment he was kneeling in front of me looking up. “Let me do that for you,” he repeated again as I met his eyes. I stopped rubbing my foot and put it down.

“You want to rub my feet?” I asked feeling a bit curious, trying to sound stern.

“I want to massage them, yes,” he said.

“That would be... a little bit inappropriate don’t you think?” I replied looking into his pleading eyes.

“Why? It’s just a foot rub,” he said sitting there looking at me innocently. I looked down at him at a loss of words.  I dimly realized that I hadn’t exactly pushed my legs together, so from his position he could just see up my denim skirt and see my panties. But to his credit his eyes kept fixed on mine instead of letting them wander down between my legs. I demurely pushed them together anyways.

“I’m drunk and it’s a bit late. I think you need to call John and wait outside,” I said. I was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s still early. Tell you what, let me give you a foot massage and I’ll call him.”

“Just a foot rub?” I said reluctantly. To be honest it didn’t sound like an awful idea. For one thing I love getting foot rubs, for another I was drunk out of my mind. Still, I felt in control of the situation. It’s hard not to feel in power when you are looking down on man half your age and twice your size pleading with you.

“Yes, then I’ll leave.”

I’m not dumb, so of course knew that he was going to get off on rubbing my feet. But to my drunk self didn’t see any problem in that since I felt in control. If he was going to get a hard on touching my feet, and then run off home to masturbate, that felt totally OK. At least at that moment since I planned to the same later.

Another thing was I just loved foot rubs and my husband just didn’t. How gullible did this boy think I was? I straightened up using my arms to support my upper body so I could look down on him more. I suppressed the urge to just put my sole on his face and push him away.

“Maybe if you beg,” I said, as a giggle escaped my mouth.

For one fleeting moment I caught his eyes flash with fury, but it passed quickly and his pleading look returned.

“Please...” he said after hesitating for a moment.

“And then you’ll leave.”

“I promise, I just want you to give you some relief and then I’ll leave.”

“Good boy. Ok, go on then.” I smiled as I raised my right foot in front of his face wiggling my toes.

He took my foot in his big hand with the thumb rubbing my sole in long strokes. He held my ankle with his free hand to keep my foot steady.

I have to admit that it felt heavenly, he knew what he was doing. He moved his thumb under each toe, stretching them gently. A moan escaped my mouth. I put my hand over my mouth and blushed a bit. I could feel the growing dampness between my legs and had to push my skirt down hoping he could not see.

He must not have noticed either of the motions because he stayed focused on my little foot, which looked like a toy in his big hand. His other hand has rose to my calf and massaged the muscle as he ran his fingers above my foot. Getting ticklish I tried to pull my foot away but he held it firmly. His other hand had risen under my knee and I felt I had to stop him.

“That’s high enough Henry.”

He stopped and for the first time since he started he looked up at me. What I saw in his eyes was a mixture of hunger and anger, and for one moment I felt fear. Fortunately he let go of my leg but lifted my foot to his face and placed a wet kiss on top.

I was surprised but not as much as I was aroused. Somehow this lit a fire between my legs, and it was starting to spread to my stomach. One part of my brain knew that I should put an end to this and soon. But I kept silent as he took my other foot in his hands and again started rubbing my sole gently.

A foot rub shouldn’t have felt this good, but it did. His other hand was quicker this time, rising up to under my knee, but I said nothing. Again he started stretching my toes one by one, from the pinky to the big toe.

One part of me wanted to prolong this as long as possible since it felt so good. My pussy was on fire and I was sure I had ruined my panties. Another part of me wanted to end this as soon as possible so that I could kick him out, go upstairs and masturbate till my eyes rolled. Moans were escaping from my mouth freely and I didn’t care.

When he got to stretching the big toe, pushing under it with his thumb he lowered his face and took it in his mouth. It felt odd and dirty, but I loved it. Still I managed to remember that I was a married woman and this boy who is my son’s former bully and current best friend is the last person I should allow to pleasure me in this way. I put my other foot on his shoulder and tried to move him back. But as much as I pushed he didn’t budge an inch.

He stopped sucking my toe and let go of my foot but started planting kisses on it. His lips kept moving upwards, first my ankle up to my knee.

“Henry that’s enough,” I said, but he ignored me as he placed his hands on my knees. He looked up at my flushed face with a smile. I pushed my legs together as hard as I could.

“You promised to leave after giving me a foot rub. It is over. Now leave.”

“I promised to leave only after I give you some relief.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I said, mustering as much anger as possible.

“I’m talking about genuine relief Jenny, the kind you need,” he said, rising up.

He just stood in front of me, and I stared at the comically large bulge in front of his shorts.

“Do you really want to know why they call me Elephant?”

“What?”          

Without a word he slowly pushed his shorts down and then his boxers. What come into view made me gasp and cover my mouth. In front of me was a huge cock, as thick as my arm, curved obscenely upwards, purple and green veins running alongside and precum already seeping from the tip. I suppressed an urge to just reach forward, stick my tongue out and catch the precum before it hit the floor. I didn’t do that of course, instead I used my mouth to chide him.

“Are you out of your mind Henry?”

“I am not Mrs. Reynolds, I mean Jenny. Your husband is out of town, and I know John is on a date now.”

I was speechless. My eyes never left his huge cock, I gulped nervously as another drop of precum formed on the tip and dropped down slowly. Suddenly he flexed his cock, and I shuddered involuntarily.

I made my eyes leave his cock and looked up at him. He looked so smug, so full of himself and, to my demise, so sexy just standing there. He took off his t-shirt slowly and there stood naked, his upper body muscled and young, his cock at attention; apparently for me.

“This is why they call me Elephant, Jenny. ”

“What has gotten into you?” I replied meekly. I didn’t know what to do, just rush past him or yell at him. I couldn’t muster the courage to do either.

“You. You’ve gotten into me. You are the sexiest woman alive,” he said solemnly.

The compliment was cheesy but I couldn’t help but beam. I felt my face flush. I was trying to find words as he said, “Do you want to touch it?”

I looked up at him, but I couldn’t say anything from the shock and alcohol.

“Touch it.”

I just stood frozen as he repeated, this time more sternly, “I said touch it Jenny.”

And with that my thoughts and my body separated, because my mind was screaming, You are married, this is your son’s friend, this is not appropriate, but my hand had a mind of its own. I reached forward and took the huge cock in my hand. Barely, as I couldn’t even wrap my hand around it.

Henry grunted approvingly, looking down at me. I wasn’t meeting his stare, because I was mesmerized as my hand started moving, pumping this big monster. Precum was leaking steadily from the tip now and this time I couldn’t suppress the urge to lean forward, stick out my tongue out and catch the drip. His cock twitched in my hand.

Shocked at my own behaviour I leaned back to put distance between his cock and my mouth but kept pumping it. But he followed me putting his knees on the either side of me and with his height just put the cock in front of my face. I stopped holding his cock and put both of my hands on his thigh, trying to push him off -- as if I could.

He leaned forward and the tip of his cock touched my lips and again I had to hold myself from taking it in mouth. I turned my head sideways but that didn’t deter him. He just rubbed his cock on the side of my face, smearing it with precum.

“Put it in your mouth Jenny,” he said.

I was speechless.

“Come on Jenny just suck on it a bit.”

He sounded so smug, so full of himself. With my anger suddenly rising I turned my head to him and began to say “I don’t...!”

And with my mouth opening he pushed the tip between my lips, sealing my fate. A moment later he had pushed a the first couple of inches of his cock into my mouth. Already my jaw was straining to accommodate his thickness.

I am a bit of an airhead I admit that, and very naive, but I’m not stupid. I always make the best out of any situation. But the situation I found myself in was in my home, in my living room with a cock the size of my arm invading my mouth. My husband was away, so was my son. Nobody could help me but myself at that moment. So I did what I had to do.

I grabbed the base of his cock and starting to pump it, and with all the strength I could gather I started sucking the huge, young cock in my mouth. If you wanna keep your marriage vows, if you wanna keep this monster from splitting apart your married pussy you are gonna drain the last drop of this man’s cum out of his balls, I thought to myself.

And to that end I did my best. I twirled my tongue around his cock, sucked it furiously and pumped it like there was no tomorrow. At the start that was enough, he was grunting approvingly but soon he wanted more as he started leaning forward and put his hands on my head. I felt more and more of his cock invading my mouth and soon the tip was at the entrance of my throat.

I gurgled and tried to speak as I lost my breath. For that effort I earned a little respite, he pulled back so I could breathe a bit. But soon his cock was again at my throat. I wasn’t sucking or pumping anymore, my hand left his cock.

What an evening it had become. Being drunk was probably helping making light of the situation. I had planned to have a few glasses of wine and enjoy some TV but here I was with huge cock about to go deep down my throat.

“Relax a bit”, Henry said again pulled back so I can breathe. “Ready?” he asked.

“I am ready,” I said, or tried to say with a mouth full of cock.

With that he pushed again and this time I was ready. I leaned my head back as far as I could, sliding my body further down the couch to make room. He slowly entered my throat and I gagged, but the cock was there to stop it.

Soon there was only the wet sound of face-fucking and his grunts. I couldn’t make a damn sound.

Good work Jenny, I thought, Drain him and you are home free. But he was doing all the work, fucking my mouth with vigour.

Thankfully, I could still breathe through my nose. He didn’t know that and I realized he didn’t care. That confusingly made me both scared and aroused at the same time. For the first time since the invasion of my mouth started, I noticed how wet I was. My panties were soaked, and my juices had soaked through my skirt gotten the couch wet. It was a surreal thing. In about ten minutes I had become a fuck hole for this young man.

Soon he leaned further into me, and my face, especially my nose, was covered with his pubic hair. I realized, with horror - and a touch of pride - that the huge monster was all in my mouth and down my throat. I had taken it all.

He groaned loudly and I knew what was coming next. His cock jerked in my mouth then starting twitching violently as cum starting pouring down my throat. My husband had come in my mouth before, but just once because I hated it. This was different though, this was a full meal.

Soon his cock stopped pumping, and he pulled back and collapsed to the side of me. We were both out of breath, panting heavily. He turned to me and smiled, innocently.

“Damn Mrs.Reynolds, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“What?” was all I could say.

“I mean I always liked you. I didn’t know you felt the same about me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You forced me!” I managed to get out, slurring my words. My belly full of cum didn’t sober me up apparently.

“What? But you touched it and took it in your mouth. Hell you’ve been giving me signals the whole night!” he said, sounding like the eighteen-year-old boy now, not like the man he felt like while his manhood was in my throat.

And that was the strangest moment of the evening. Not all the sucking, fucking and of course the throat filling. The fact he thought I had willingly let that thing between my lips was the strangest thing that happened.

“You are damn out of your mind, just leave,” I said, and reached for my wine glass. My mouth tasted like cock, cum and sweat; I wanted to wash out the taste. To my surprise the glass was empty, so I stood up on wobbly legs. My juices immediately started flowing down my thighs. I looked back and turned beet red seeing the huge damp spot my bottom left. He did have a point, in a twisted way I had enjoyed the face fuck. I went to the kitchen and with a few paper towels cleaned myself up, then reached for the bottle and took a swig. Then another one, then one more. Just to wash out the taste.

I wasn’t surprised to find him sitting butt naked on my sofa when I entered the living room. Now the “Elephant” nickname made more sense. What between his legs look more like an elephant’s trunk than it looked like a cock, especially since he was uncircumcised. Still it was huge even soft, and I could hardly believe that I had fit all that in my mouth. To my surprise I started getting damp between my legs again as if in preparation.

He stood up as he noticed me and I said “Why are you still here?”

“I just want to say sorry,” he said.

“You said sorry, now leave.” I had trouble forming words and slurring a lot. The wine had gotten to my head.

“I want to show you how really sorry I am,” he said and with that he took a few steps forward, took hold of my waist and lifted me up easily then placed me on the couch. He immediately put me down on the couch and parting my legs kneeled between them.

He looked up between my parted legs. “It is my turn don’t you think?”

I couldn’t reply as he dove down and started kissing my thighs. Then with one swift motion took a hold of my panties and pulled them down to my knees first. I tried to clamp my legs, but he kept them parted with one had and soon the panties were down to my ankles and off.

“Henry, wha...” I tried to protest but now he pushed his hands under my shirt and starting massaging my bare breasts. I moaned in response, but what I wanted to say was “No!” He again started kissing my thighs, keeping his hands on my breasts and gently massaging them.

To be perfectly honest one part of me was eager for my pussy to get eaten. I was drunk, and horny out of my mind already. All I wished was for him to leave so I could masturbate. But I felt so out of power with him in total control.

Finally he stuck his tongue out and dove down, flicking my clit with it. I moaned loudly and arched my back as his rough tongue started rolling around my clit. Then he lowered his tongue and pushed it between my lips. Getting no response from me he went back to my clit.

To be honest, he wasn’t good at what he was doing, not at all. What got me though was how eager, how hungry he was for me. He didn’t let a single drop of my love juices go to waste, licking it all up. Soon I was moaning loudly and arching my back, my hands grasping his hair.

My orgasm built slowly, until I was delirious for release. I roughly pushed his head down, turned my head side to side in frustration and moaned like a cat in heat. But each time the sweet release was in my grasp he changed something.

“Just keep doing that, don’t change anything,” I yelled in frustration, but he didn’t listen. When I was close he stopped and went back to kissing my thighs or whatever. I had to keep myself from slapping him.

After my orgasm had eluded me for the fourth or fifth time, he stopped and stood up. His elephant’s trunk was at full mast again, curving upwards and leaking precum. To my shame, I was pleased how eating me out had turned him on.

“Take off your clothes, they are in the way,” he said. When I didn’t reply he reached forward and yanked my t-shirt over my head, revealing my breasts. We had to wrestle a bit for the denim skirt, as if that would keep my marriage vows intact. Finally it was off and lying on the floor.

“Lie down on the couch,” he said.

This time I listened. He again took position between my legs, parting them roughly. This time he leaned further and put both his hands on my shoulders pinning me down on the couch with his full weight. His cock started to search for my opening.

I tried to talk. I really did. I tried to say “No,” but words weren’t forming. I was so horny and so wine drunk and felt so vulnerable. I tried closing my legs but with one hand he reached down and parted them again. The added pressure on my left shoulder made me grimace in pain. He didn’t notice; if he did, he didn’t seem to care.

He started rubbing the tip on my clit again and I felt my orgasm building again.  He then lowered his cock further and finally found my opening. He lurched forward hard and fast. But with me being a 5’2” petite mom  and him being a 6’4” elephant,  only a couple of inches entered my tight pussy.

That couple of inches was enough for me to yelp in both pain and pleasure, and for the first time in a long time I was able to form words. I yelled out loud “Henry... oh. my. God!”

He tried to push more of his cock into me but it was a very slow and hard process. It made me flash back to giving birth. Like the time I was giving birth I had clenched my teeth and gasping through them in labor.

We were both drenched in sweat. I saw his face contort in determination and exertion and he kept steadily pushing forward, while his sweat dripped off of his sculpted body. I looked down to see less than half of his cock buried in me. I already felt so full, so stretched to the limit.

“Hen...oh...please...” I tried to form words but I could barely. He pulled back a little, and for a moment I thought he was giving up, but he pushed back again harder burying another inch in me.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear “Relax, you are doing fine,” and started nibbling my ear. He then started kissing my neck down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples. He went up afterwards and for the first time that night pushed his lips on mine.

I was so wet, so horny, and so drunk, I kissed him back hungrily. I wrapped my legs and arms around him in total submission now giving in to my fate. My mind was still saying no but I had lost control of my body. Our passionate kiss went on as his cock was half buried in me. Then as he pushed his tongue between my lips he took hold of my shoulders and lurched forward hard, burying the rest of his cock in me.

I screamed. I screamed so loud that I would believe all the neighbours and even my husband miles away must have heard me. I arched my back and threw my head back. When I had relaxed and looked down, I saw our pubic bones were touching; I had finally taken it all.

To his credit, he didn’t start to fuck me immediately. Instead he kept kissing me, massaging my breasts, squeezing my bottom. This went on for a few minutes.

Then he pulled his cock back, very slowly so that only the tip remained. Then pushed back hard, burying it in me to the hilt again. He started fucking me with that rhythm, slow pull – hard push.

I don’t know if it was the fact that what we were doing were forbidden, or that this was a boy half my age. Or that he was huge and I was tiny. But It only took a few of those thrusts to throw me over the edge and for the first time that night I finally came. I came loud, screaming again and again “Henry, oh yessss, yesss...”

He never stopped thrusting during my orgasmic bliss, prolonging it even more. When it subsided, he pulled his cock out of me. Getting a hold of my arm he flipped me over onto my tummy and a second later his cock was at my entrance and in me again.

This prone position gave him more leverage and he started nailing me harder. I didn’t care who heard any more as I was loudly moaning. His grunts matched his thrusts, and soon I was coming again. I came so hard this time I almost threw myself over the couch, but he held me in my place.

“I always knew you would be a great fuck,” he whispered in my ear and kept thrusting. It felt like getting punched in the gut, if only getting punched felt this heavenly. It was during my third orgasm that he lurched forward trying to bury as much cock in me as possible. Then I felt his huge cock twitch in me and start pumping his seed into my married womb. To this day the orgasm I felt when I realized he was coming in my unprotected pussy is the biggest one I have had.

When he was done he let all his weight rest on me. It felt good. We were both breathless and drenched in sweat, cum and love juices. Finally he rolled off me and said, “Damn Jenny that was awesome, we should do that again some time.”

I just laid there on my tummy, trying to catch my breath as I watched him dress.

“Well you can at least thank me you know. You came what, three times?” he said chuckling. “Clean this up and get a shower, we don’t want your husband or son finding this mess,” he said adjusting his clothes. “Next time,” he finally said and he was gone.

My three orgasms had sobered me up a bit. So I cleaned up the couch as best as I could, and then gathered my clothes and took a shower. I called my husband and chatted a bit and told him I loved him. He got a bit angry that I had drunk so much wine since I slurred my words constantly, but I didn’t fight him. If he knew I had taken up more cum then wine in my body he would me much more angry.

Then I went to my bedroom, hit the bed and slept like a baby, oversleeping the next day. It was a week later that I remembered that I had forgotten to take the morning after pill, but that’s another story.