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My wife and I were in our bedroom with our houseguest – I’m gonna call him “Robert.” It was late, well after midnight, and I was tired. I wanted to quit, go to sleep, but Robert was still wide-awake.
He was fucking my wife. She was on her back, her ass at the bottom corner of the bed, legs up and bent. Robert was leaning against the backs of her thighs, moving in an uneven, detached sorta rhythm. Moving slowly. Gently. Lazily. Not with any real purpose other than just to be moving. Fucking. I couldn’t believe he was still hard, but then he’d taken a Viagra.
My wife was in a spacey, satiated sorta state – Dick Drunk. I couldn’t believe she was still going either. I don’t know how many times she’d cum. We’d both fucked her. Well. She was looking at me, arm outstretched across the mattress towards me, talking sleepily as I straightened-up & as Robert fucked her … remembering things, reminiscing about past events, silly things and memories.
Robert wasn’t really paying attention to what my wife and I were talking about. He had a content expression on his face, sort of a smirk, and was looking at my wife – watching her big tits roll up her chest and back as he fucked her - slowly. He was enjoying himself. The feel of her. A bit of my jizz dried at the corner of her mouth.
My wife and I chuckled about some humorous anecdote she’d made. She sighed amiably, smiling, and fell quiet for a long moment. Reflective. She closed her eyes for a spell then opened them again and looked directly at Robert as if she’d just noticed he was there. She seemed mildly surprised, maybe even a little amused.
“Hello, Robert…” She said, “Having fun?”
Robert chuckled, shifted his grip - taking hold of the back of my wife’s knee. He pulled out and, gripping the root of his prick with his other hand, shifted into a lower stance and pushed his erection up my wife’s ass.
She flinched briefly, but relaxed almost immediately. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as Robert began to move with a little more purpose. She closed her eyes again and reached down to grip the backs of Robert's knees, settling herself into his new rhythm. Her asshole made soft, hollow huffing noises as he fucked her.
I stopped straightening-up to watch, playing with my stiffening cock.
Robert’s expression changed. He was watching my wife’s face now, a look of determination on his – jaw set, chin thrust forward.
They slapped together noisily for several moments. My wife breathed in quiet rhythmic grunts as Robert thrust into her, lifting her head off the mattress. Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t open her eyes. She released one of Robert’s legs to rub her clitoris slowly. Robert paused in his thrusting. He growled and pushed deep, leering down at her. She opened her eyes to look at him, still slowly rubbing her clitoris. She seemed dazed and far away, mouth slightly open. She groaned. Robert leaned his full weight against her ass, grinding and churning his hips forcefully, shoving his prick as deep as he could. My wife stopped rubbing her clitoris. She put her head back, closed her eyes and groaned again. When she opened them once again Robert began to thrust vigorously.
“Goddamn Robert,” My wife gasped, breathlessly, "Get it."
Robert sneered happily, then slowed his pace again, moving gently. He was breathing hard, starting to sweat. “You okay?” He asked, still moving.
“Yeah, but…” She gasped in a tired, whining manner, “Jeezus … it’s late.”
“Second wind,” Robert said.
My wife looked at Robert, “You cum again?”
Robert shrugged, “Maybe. Probably. I can’t get enough of your ass.”
My wife looked at him for a long moment as he moved in his slow pace, then said, “My ass is sore, Robert. It’s late. I’m tired. I need you to finish.”
“Okay.” Robert said, “But if I'm gonna cum again I’m gonna need to go hard.”
My wife looked at him as he continued to move in his slow, gentle rhythm. She looked like she was thinking, then she turned to me and said, “Plug the Hitachi back in and hand it to me.”
He was fucking my wife. She was on her back, her ass at the bottom corner of the bed, legs up and bent. Robert was leaning against the backs of her thighs, moving in an uneven, detached sorta rhythm. Moving slowly. Gently. Lazily. Not with any real purpose other than just to be moving. Fucking. I couldn’t believe he was still hard, but then he’d taken a Viagra.
My wife was in a spacey, satiated sorta state – Dick Drunk. I couldn’t believe she was still going either. I don’t know how many times she’d cum. We’d both fucked her. Well. She was looking at me, arm outstretched across the mattress towards me, talking sleepily as I straightened-up & as Robert fucked her … remembering things, reminiscing about past events, silly things and memories.
Robert wasn’t really paying attention to what my wife and I were talking about. He had a content expression on his face, sort of a smirk, and was looking at my wife – watching her big tits roll up her chest and back as he fucked her - slowly. He was enjoying himself. The feel of her. A bit of my jizz dried at the corner of her mouth.
My wife and I chuckled about some humorous anecdote she’d made. She sighed amiably, smiling, and fell quiet for a long moment. Reflective. She closed her eyes for a spell then opened them again and looked directly at Robert as if she’d just noticed he was there. She seemed mildly surprised, maybe even a little amused.
“Hello, Robert…” She said, “Having fun?”
Robert chuckled, shifted his grip - taking hold of the back of my wife’s knee. He pulled out and, gripping the root of his prick with his other hand, shifted into a lower stance and pushed his erection up my wife’s ass.
She flinched briefly, but relaxed almost immediately. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as Robert began to move with a little more purpose. She closed her eyes again and reached down to grip the backs of Robert's knees, settling herself into his new rhythm. Her asshole made soft, hollow huffing noises as he fucked her.
I stopped straightening-up to watch, playing with my stiffening cock.
Robert’s expression changed. He was watching my wife’s face now, a look of determination on his – jaw set, chin thrust forward.
They slapped together noisily for several moments. My wife breathed in quiet rhythmic grunts as Robert thrust into her, lifting her head off the mattress. Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t open her eyes. She released one of Robert’s legs to rub her clitoris slowly. Robert paused in his thrusting. He growled and pushed deep, leering down at her. She opened her eyes to look at him, still slowly rubbing her clitoris. She seemed dazed and far away, mouth slightly open. She groaned. Robert leaned his full weight against her ass, grinding and churning his hips forcefully, shoving his prick as deep as he could. My wife stopped rubbing her clitoris. She put her head back, closed her eyes and groaned again. When she opened them once again Robert began to thrust vigorously.
“Goddamn Robert,” My wife gasped, breathlessly, "Get it."
Robert sneered happily, then slowed his pace again, moving gently. He was breathing hard, starting to sweat. “You okay?” He asked, still moving.
“Yeah, but…” She gasped in a tired, whining manner, “Jeezus … it’s late.”
“Second wind,” Robert said.
My wife looked at Robert, “You cum again?”
Robert shrugged, “Maybe. Probably. I can’t get enough of your ass.”
My wife looked at him for a long moment as he moved in his slow pace, then said, “My ass is sore, Robert. It’s late. I’m tired. I need you to finish.”
“Okay.” Robert said, “But if I'm gonna cum again I’m gonna need to go hard.”
My wife looked at him as he continued to move in his slow, gentle rhythm. She looked like she was thinking, then she turned to me and said, “Plug the Hitachi back in and hand it to me.”
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