Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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As we were driving through the parking lot toward the exit, I saw George was still hard. I thought he must really need some relief, so I told him to pull into a parking space and turn out the lights. He asked why; I told him to just do it.
“Now unzip and I will take care of your obvious needs,” I said as I pulled the top of my dress down. “I am sure you can find something to play with while I devour your load.”
“Ah, my two favorite things,” he said, quickly unzipping and releasing his cock.
I immediately took him all the way in and began to give him my best treatment, as he gave my now extra-sensitive nips attention. He lasted about thirty seconds. I felt him begin to climax and took him deep in my throat. I had learned that with him long ago.
“Oh Meg, God you are so good. I love shooting in your throat.”
It had become easy to not breathe for a minute or more, plenty of time for him to empty his semen. I felt him end, and raised up.
“Feel better now? My boobs do,” I said, trying to put a positive spin on the experience.
“That was great, Sweetie. I love you so much, always the thoughtful wife,” he said with a big appreciative grin.
“Okay, now get us home. I am really beat and need sleep.”
Having taken his sparse load so soon after Derreck’s enormous deposit really made clear their difference in output. It did not really mean anything, I told myself, all guys are different in many ways.
Before I knew it, we were home. I took a very quick shower, dropped in bed and was immediately asleep.
The next thing I knew, I could smell the distinct odor of coffee. I looked at the clock, it was 11:30 a.m. I could not believe it, but I sat up feeling refreshed and totally ready for the day, dreaming of all I hoped it would bring. Just then, George came in, fresh steaming cups in hand. Handing me one, he plopped on the bed near me.
“How did you sleep?”
“Apparently, like the dead. I am not sure I even moved in the bed but I feel great now. How about you?”
“Fine, but you are the one who is going to need all her energy today. You probably woke up excited.”
“I admit I am eager to see Derreck. This is going to be a big adventure for both of us. I have done a mental one-eighty on this idea of yours. You know I was really very leery of the whole notion, but I have come around to a full endorsement of it. I understand it makes you happy and it makes me euphoric with desire and anticipation. Thank you for having the courage to propose it.”
“I love you so much for understanding what I know is a fetish of mine, and for considering it seriously. I can’t wait to see you screaming with him deep inside you.”
“I guess you can’t,” I said with a chuckle. “I see your little pecker beginning to rise. You nasty man.”
Having finished my cup, I jumped out of bed to get a second one.
“Okay, another cup and then I am going to get ready. Time will go quickly I think and I want to be there right at 2 p.m. I was going to wear a pair of spandex booty shorts that will show my camel-toe and a cami top with a built-in bra. What do you think?”
“You will be hot dynamite, Baby!”
I finished my coffee and headed for the shower. A long, luxurious time under the hot spray made me feel marvelous. I used a loofa over my whole body, then dried off and had George rub Shea butter into all parts of my body. He lingered in his favorite spots, which was fine with me. More fuel for the fire.
I choose red booty shorts and a white cami. Then, thinking about things I hoped would happen, I put my hair in a simple pony-tail so he could easily hold and control my head. A bit of work on my eyes and lashes, with the same red lip gloss as last night, and I was ready for all the great things I hoped the afternoon would bring.
George just wore Bermudas and a Cancun tee shirt.
We each had a light sandwich and a glass of wine. Then we were ready to go. Derreck had said we did not need to bring anything, he would supply all the refreshments. We arrived at his house exactly at 2:01 p.m. .
He promptly met us at the door and invited us in, kissing me, and running his hand across my nipples as I came up to him. He was wearing beige Bermudas and a tight black tee-shirt, both seemed to be silk. The shorts clearly outlined his cock, unlike George’s.
Then it was a quick tour of his house, it was beautiful, better decorated than ours. He had much nicer furnishings. His bedroom was elegant: carved king size bed, mirror on one whole wall, large walk-in closets; it was impressive. My mind filled with thoughts of him and I on that bed.
Off to the kitchen. We found all stainless steel appliances and granite counters; a large flat screen tv was in the family room. The glass and brass coffee table was spread with wines, cheeses and breads; there was an assortment of chairs and couches artfully placed in the room.
He directed George to a comfortable chair and me to a love-seat, then offered us our choice of wine and cheese. There was soft jazz playing in the background. We all choose a wine, various cheeses and breads to snack on. Finally, he sat next to me.
He raised his glass, “Here’s to all three of us, to a long and captivating friendship.”
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I was happy to oblige. Now his hand could easily reach and fondle my right boob and nipple; he took full advantage of that opportunity. My juices were already flowing, and his attention to them just increased my desire. I wiggled around a bit to give him even better access to me; I was more than ready right then. But he just launched into a discussion with George about sports, something I had no interest in at all. So I began playing with his cock.
Other than getting him hard, he showed no visible interest in my stroking his organ. It doubtless caused the pressure and speed increase he employed in his nipple play of me, which just served to drive me further into my state of carnal craving. I now felt a wet spot developing in my shorts. God, I wanted him!
Finally, as I was about to scream, and drag him to the bedroom, he told us both that there were a couple of things we needed to understand before we all engaged in the reason we were here today.
“First, I want you both, but especially George, to know that I will never do anything to harm your marriage. I have no intention of being a home wrecker. We are all here as consenting adults to engage in sexual fun that we all agree we want. I would never force anybody to do anything.”
“The second thing is that when Megan is with me, she is essentially my wife, and George is just a casual observer. She will do all the things a wife would normally do for her husband, including anything I ask of her, as long as it is something she is agreeable with. Is that okay with you Megan?”
“Absolutely! I am yours to command and do with as you wish, except for pain or injury.”
“And George you understand that you can just watch, never interfere or try to participate, unless by some chance you are invited. Is that okay with you?”
“As long as Meg is okay with being your pseudo-wife, I am okay with just being an observer. I know and understand my place.”
“Great!” he said as he stood up, pulling me up with him. “So with that, let’s head to the bedroom. I see that Megan has already managed to partially soak her shorts. I just love a woman who can soak herself so easily.”
I was once again speechless. I had never met a man with such raw confidence. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and began to lift it up. Clearly, it was coming off, so I quickly raised my arms, he pulled it over my head, and tossed it on the seat.
“Great boobs! Probably the finest set of tits I have ever seen. You are a remarkable woman,” Derreck said as he led me to the bedroom with George tagging along behind.
“That chair in the corner is yours George. There is a tube of Astroglide, a damp and a dry towel also, in case you have need of them this afternoon. The bathroom is right there,” he said, pointing to a short hallway.
Derreck led me over to the side of the bed, where he sat and pulled me, still standing, between his legs, my boobs right in his face.
“I have never yet had the chance to really enjoy these, and I intend to.”
With that, he held one in both hands and put his mouth firmly around its nipple, sucking it and the areola completely in. His tongue started to run around it, and then flick the tip of my nipple. He kept this up in ever changing patterns. I knew my juice was really flowing, and I could barely keep my balance. He wrapped his legs and arms around me, pulling me tight to him.
“God I love that! Suck my tits. They are yours. Oh geez they are so sensitive, I could almost cum. Do it, do it!”
He seemed to sense when it was almost more than I could endure. He quickly released it, and, turning his head sideways, went to the skin just under the areola. He lightly bit and sucked it in hard. He was going to mark me! I helped him by holding my boob up so he did not have to contort so much. I wanted his mark.
A short time later, he released it, turning his attention to my other breast, and giving it the same treatment. Now I was just moaning from the sensations caused by his tongue-lashing of my tit. Again, he knew just when to stop, and he moved to mark there also. I held it up for him.
When he finished, I collapsed forward on him and we fell back on the bed. He tried to move me off of him but I was so in need now that I just hung on; anything to be close to him, to try to get him inside me. Finally he moved me off, rose, and pulled me upright.
“Get those hot shorts off and help me pull down the duvet so we can lay on the sheet.”
I swiftly stripped off the shorts, anything to get in that bed with him. Quickly the sheet was exposed, with towels already in place covering the middle of the bed.
I laughed, “What a planner you are.”
Instantly, I was on the sheet, towels under me, legs spread wide, ready for what I had been dying to have plunged into me. He was rock hard, clearly ready to consummate our coupling, to make me his ‘wife’. I am not normally a submissive person, but now I put my arms over my head, just waiting to be taken. I knew I was his; I was completely in his thrall.
Almost as rapidly, he was on top of me, face-to-face, supported on his elbows, gazing into my eyes.
“Keep your eyes open, I want to stare into your eyes and see your passion.”
He had been moving his cock up and down between my folds, gathering my slippery nectar over his cock. I kept trying to move so he would slip in, but he avoided it, keeping his movement going. Of course it was running back and forth over my clit also, once again bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
“Please just fuck me. I am begging you! I have waited and waited. I need you now!”
“I promise, very soon, but I have one thing I want to tell you first. Whether you know it or not, this is very special for both of us. This is the first time. There is only one first time. We are both full of anticipation. You especially have been wondering what it will be like, what will it feel like. After this time, you will never wonder again. That is why I have been slow to do what we are about to; I want us both to savor this moment, to always remember it.”
He had captured my full attention. His subtle domination had made me pay full attention to his words. He was right, there was only one first time. As much as I wanted it, he made me think about it, made me realize it was special. His perception and understanding made me realize how special he was. This was not a one-night stand or a fling, this was the beginning of something; a new road taken. Looking back, it was a turning point in my life and my attachment to him.
With no further words, our eyes locked, his movement changed; I felt the head of his huge organ push against me. Just the beginning of his entrance stretched me more than all of George did.
“Oh God, yes! Christ I need it. I want all of you, deep!”
He was going very slowly, watching me intently. Stretching my pussy to new dimensions. It felt so damn great! His enormity was sliding smoothly, deeper and deeper. I was so wet and he was so drenched in my juice, he never had to stop. His constant, slow thrust reached depths never before attained. I was enraptured. Finally, he was fully in, his body tight against my folds and my clit.
“God damn Derreck, you are so fuckin’ huge and I have all of you! Now do me; do it hard and fast. Make me your woman. I am yours; use me!”
He did just that. He switched from a slow tender lover to a pounding, wanton beast in a nano-second. Long, deep, hard strokes attacked my puss. My legs came up beside him. He rose, holding them under his arms as the assault continued.
“Holy shit! Oh Yeah. Incredible. I want it, need it. I ...”
Now I was gasping for breath. In between gasps, all I could do was scream. My mind was entering a previously unknown state of carnal lust. I felt the orgasm coming on like a freight train.
I managed to scream out, “I am cumming! Oh shit, it is so strong. Fuck!”
Then I was wracked by spasms as it ran through me. My arms and legs were shuddering uncontrollably. All I could do was gasp and scream when I had the breath. He was unrelenting. I could already feel another orgasm starting. I had just barely revived from the first one.
From that point on I had no awareness of time. He seemed to go on forever. His pounding drove me to orgasm levels I had only dreamed of in wild fantasies. They would roll through me and I could only gasp as my body shuddered, my juice flowing as I never imagined. I was reduced to screaming when I was able, struggling for breath when they were at their peak. My brain had long ago become incapable of rational thought; I had entered a feral state, wild and ravenous.
After countless orgasms, he must have sensed that I had reached a point where I was totally drained and close to passing out. Suddenly, he stopped while deep inside me.
“No, no, don’t stop!” I gasped.
My pussy was throbbing and wanting more, but he was right. In a few seconds, it all caught up with me; my arms and legs fell to the bed, completely limp. Every part of me was soaked in sweat or some bodily fluid, as was he. His weight was off me, but his head was by my ear.
”Take deep breaths, let your body calm down. This is only a break, we are far from finished.”
Speaking faintly I said, “I thought I was prepared. I thought I knew what it would be like with you. I went so far past what I dreamed would happen. You have absolutely made me your wife. Poor George.”
I raised my head just enough so I could see George. He was busy cleaning himself. He had obviously jerked-off at least once. I dropped my head back. I hoped he was happy, I was thrilled beyond belief. Now was not the time to think of that future, I wanted more and Derreck wanted to give it to me.
“That was for you, to bring you to levels you have never known and to show you future possibilities. Now it is going to be equally for both of us, slow and sensual. No body-wracking orgasms, just small ones. I want you to fully enjoy the passion between us, to finally feel my hot jizz fill you. That is when you will completely be my consort.”
With that, he slowly pulled back and started a gentle, leisurely pace of fucking. At first I wanted his fast, hard pounding, but I soon realized that this made me fully experience and appreciate him and his cock. I loved the stretching and contraction of my vag, as he took his time easily moving in and out of me. He pulled almost completely out on almost every stroke; enough so I felt the head re-enter me each time. It seemed like I could feel every vein on his huge snake.
I felt an orgasm building and told him. He told me to keep relaxed, and just let it happen when it was ready. Excellent advice, it turned out. When it hit, I stayed as relaxed as possible; my pussy clenched on his cock, but my body only tensed slightly. He held me tight as it ran through me in a soft, loving way.
With my eyes closed and as collected as I could be, I imagined I was on the ocean, drifting and riding up and down with the waves. My orgasms were farther apart and much less overwhelming than previously but my mind was clear; my passion and desire for Derreck becoming more profound.
Our low energy movement allowed this to go on much longer than our first coupling. He was kissing my ear and neck, then I would move my head and it would become a sensual probing and intertwining of our tongues. I seemed to be constantly moaning from the incredible pleasure. When I was ready to cum, I would tell him; he would hold me tighter and urge me on, my pussy clenching his cock each time. Once again they were countless.
Ultimately he was ready to fill me. I intensely wanted to feel it, to be filled with his seed.
“I am close to cumming. I am going to control myself and speed up to bring you close to the edge. Let me know when you are, and I will let go. The feeling of my hot pulsing discharge will push you over. I am going to stay deep in you and fill you full; I want my seed as deep as possible in you.”
Just his words brought me closer; his speed finished it. “I am so fucking close. Let it go, fill me! I want your black seed penetrating all my parts.”
“Oh Yes! Now!” he shouted.
His hot ejac hit me, triggering a breathtaking, body-shaking orgasm. He held himself deep and I bucked against him, trying to get him even deeper. Pulse after pulse of torrid semen shot into me.
“Oh God I love it! Fill me to overflowing. It is so hot, I feel every drop.”
Slowly, his powerful ejection dissipated and stopped. For the first time his full body weight was on me; I loved it. We had been locked in a deep kiss from his first shot; now we slowly relaxed and disconnected. I felt him begin to move.
“Don’t pull out yet! Just lay where you are. It is perfect. I feel like I could keep you in me forever.”
“Oh Baby, it was so good. You are amazing. I adore everything about you.”
We lay, him on top of me, still deep, for a bit longer. Finally he began to slowly pull out. I hated it. The last inch was the worst, he was gone, and I was empty of the best cock I ever had. He rolled onto his back next to me.
“I think we need a rest before I do you doggie-style. What do you think?”
“God, I’m going to get more? I can’t wait but I do need to rest a bit before you pound my poor pussy again,” I said with a big grin.
He looked over at George, who was patiently sitting, “George, how are you doing?”
“I am great. This has been wonderful. I am happy she enjoyed it so much.”
“Well we are going to rest a bit before I do her doggie-style, maybe even nap a bit. Feel free to go get some wine or food and watch TV if you want. We are just going to lie here for a bit. I will come and get you before we start anything, if you like.”
“I thought you were finished...?”
“Not unless she says we are. I have another load to deposit, and I believe she really needs it on her knees. What do you say Megan?”
“I’m not finished yet, George, but I do need some rest before the second round. Like he said, we are just going to lie here, and will get you before anything else happens. Go get some food. Enjoy yourself.”
“Well... Okay, if you are sure...”
“I am positive,” I said as I rolled over and snuggled up to Derreck.
“Okay. Don’t forget me.”
“We won’t,” I said with my head comfortably on Derreck’s shoulder.
As George was leaving, I whispered to Derreck, “I am beginning to leak your wonderful emission.”
He laughed and said, “We can go shower, or we can just lie here and let you simply leak.”
“Here is just fine,” I said, totally content, loving how full I was and the feeling of it slowly oozing out.
We did fall asleep for awhile, and then gradually woke. We both agreed the nap had recharged us and we were ready for round two.
As we lay there, I asked Derreck if he was seeing any other women. I assured him it was just a curiosity question, it made no difference to me. He told me he was occasionally seeing another married woman, but it was not a regular thing. She was cheating on her husband and had to work out the times she could get away with no problems.
“She is a diversion for me, but nothing compared to you. I would drop her in a minute if you ever decide you want to see me on a regular basis. You have to determine that.”
He went on, “For such a short time I have great affection for you, and to be very blunt, you are a great fuck! I mean that in the nicest possible way,” he finished with a big grin.
I laughed and hit him on the arm saying, “Is that all I am, a ‘great fuck’? Just some slut you picked up and are using for your own twisted carnal pleasure?”
He smiled, kissed me, and said,” You had better be kidding. I cherish you, everything about you. But I do not want to be a home wrecker. You love George, and I do not want to be responsible for damaging that.”
We talked about George and our various possibilities. I wanted Derreck to stay in my life. This was all George’s idea, his fetish; he would have to live with what he started. I wanted two men in my life. Was that possible? Time would tell I thought.
“So big boy,” I said, as I stroked his cock, I am ready for something called ‘doggie’ I believe...”
“Ha-ha, like you don’t know. Good one. Get on your knees and I will demonstrate!”
“Gladly, but first I need a quick shower. Much of you leaked out and is now dried on me; let’s get clean.”
We went to the bathroom and got in the shower together, where we washed each other and made extra sure all the special spots were very clean. When I got out, he handed me a towel. I looked in the mirror and saw my marks for the first time. They were already quite red; I knew they would progress through colors until they were gone.
George had done that to me once and I got mad, telling him not to ever do it again. Now here I was, admiring my marks and hoping for more in the future.
“Like my marks?” he asked
“Just your way of marking your territory on your slut I guess...”
“Stop that ‘slut’ shit! And I somehow think you like them.”
I agreed I did like them and would not mind more in the future as long as they are always hidden from normal view. We finished drying and got back to the bed. He went to get George.
A little time passed and then they were walking back into the room, smiling and talking. I gave Derreck a quizzical look and he mouthed, “Tell ya later.”
As he came back to the bed, I was again captivated by his cock. I realized it was the first time I had really seen him walking naked toward me. He was not at all aroused and yet his cock was as long or longer than George was when fully hard. It swung back and forth in an almost mesmerizing way as he walked.
I was sitting on the bed as he got there. “Get on your back again, I want to taste you first and get your juice going.”
I did not need to be told twice, I love oral sex and this would be another first. I spread wide for him, waiting.
He started just past my knee, working his way up, kissing and licking. When he reached my puss he started from the bottom and slowly licked up to my clit, where he kissed and tongue-flicked it. He then proceeded to show that he is a master of oral sex. He had me writhing and begging for release as my nectar was flowing over and into his mouth. Finally, he pushed me over the edge and I had another leg-trembling orgasm.
“Oh you scoundrel. Wait 'til you want another blowjob. Payback can be a bitch.”
“Get on you knees and hold on. This is not going to be gentle and easy.”
I flipped over, ass in the air, face on the bed. He once again took his time rubbing his rod up and down my slit, gathering my slippery, succulent elixir. When was fully coated, he pressed his dick-head into me, paused a second, and then slapped my ass hard as he plunged fully into me. He never paused, but withdrew, almost full length, and started hammering me.
“Fuck!! God damn you are... Ohh yes, fuck it! Slap my ass! Damn, you are a beast! Ahh I am... Now, yes, yes! Oh shit!”
I was cumming and every slap made it stronger. He kept it up and kept it up, just like the first time. I was again gasping for air as I pulled on the sheet, tightly grasped in both my fists. Then I felt his hand on my pony tail, pulling my head up, my ass back into him. He held me like that, slapping with one hand and holding my head tightly back with the other, as he pummeled my puss. Electrifying orgasms were beginning to run through me at an ever faster pace. It was like the first time, but even more intense.
Of course, I was again lost in that entrancing mind-world of wanton, carnal, lust-filled passion. His insatiable lasciviousness was in control of both of us.
I was aware of sensations around my ass, but was so centered on his fucking me that I did not realize its significance until his thumb plunged into my ass and began moving in and out. I thought I was at the extreme end of sexual pleasure, but he brought in a new dimension. I loved anal sex, but never thought of it with him due to his size. His thumb was a good replacement. I fell even farther down from the cliff I had gone over.
“Ohh God my ass, you took my ass! Plunge it. Make it yours! I love it. Now!! Ahh!”
I would have collapsed at this point if I was not so impaled on him. My juice was freely flowing down my legs, which were trembling almost constantly. Suddenly, he pulled extra hard on my hair and stopped his pounding. I felt his hot jizz once again filling me. It threw me into one last massive, screaming orgasm. He let go, and I collapsed to the bed, shaking all over, feeling my vag again full of his seed. He twisted on his back as he collapsed next to me, both of us gasping for breath.
Neither of us could move for several minutes. My shaking finally stopped and we got our breath back. I turned over and reached for is hand. He squeezed mine and turned his head to smile at me, no words were necessary. God, he could fuck like a demon.
Remembering his thumb in my ass made me wonder about the possibilities. George had first cultivated my interest in anal and then addicted me to it some years ago, but that was with him, not someone Derreck’s size. Should I, could I, do it with him? Food for thought.
As I lay there, I could feel his cum about to ooze out. I put my hand down there, my fingers cupped, and scooped it up as it flowed. I clenched my muscles to get as much as I could, and then brought it up to my lips, letting it slowly drizzle into my mouth as he watched; the same delicious cum as I had yesterday, mixed with my sweetness. I had never done this for George, I briefly wondered what he thought...
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“Now unzip and I will take care of your obvious needs,” I said as I pulled the top of my dress down. “I am sure you can find something to play with while I devour your load.”
“Ah, my two favorite things,” he said, quickly unzipping and releasing his cock.
I immediately took him all the way in and began to give him my best treatment, as he gave my now extra-sensitive nips attention. He lasted about thirty seconds. I felt him begin to climax and took him deep in my throat. I had learned that with him long ago.
“Oh Meg, God you are so good. I love shooting in your throat.”
It had become easy to not breathe for a minute or more, plenty of time for him to empty his semen. I felt him end, and raised up.
“Feel better now? My boobs do,” I said, trying to put a positive spin on the experience.
“That was great, Sweetie. I love you so much, always the thoughtful wife,” he said with a big appreciative grin.
“Okay, now get us home. I am really beat and need sleep.”
Having taken his sparse load so soon after Derreck’s enormous deposit really made clear their difference in output. It did not really mean anything, I told myself, all guys are different in many ways.
Before I knew it, we were home. I took a very quick shower, dropped in bed and was immediately asleep.
The next thing I knew, I could smell the distinct odor of coffee. I looked at the clock, it was 11:30 a.m. I could not believe it, but I sat up feeling refreshed and totally ready for the day, dreaming of all I hoped it would bring. Just then, George came in, fresh steaming cups in hand. Handing me one, he plopped on the bed near me.
“How did you sleep?”
“Apparently, like the dead. I am not sure I even moved in the bed but I feel great now. How about you?”
“Fine, but you are the one who is going to need all her energy today. You probably woke up excited.”
“I admit I am eager to see Derreck. This is going to be a big adventure for both of us. I have done a mental one-eighty on this idea of yours. You know I was really very leery of the whole notion, but I have come around to a full endorsement of it. I understand it makes you happy and it makes me euphoric with desire and anticipation. Thank you for having the courage to propose it.”
“I love you so much for understanding what I know is a fetish of mine, and for considering it seriously. I can’t wait to see you screaming with him deep inside you.”
“I guess you can’t,” I said with a chuckle. “I see your little pecker beginning to rise. You nasty man.”
Having finished my cup, I jumped out of bed to get a second one.
“Okay, another cup and then I am going to get ready. Time will go quickly I think and I want to be there right at 2 p.m. I was going to wear a pair of spandex booty shorts that will show my camel-toe and a cami top with a built-in bra. What do you think?”
“You will be hot dynamite, Baby!”
I finished my coffee and headed for the shower. A long, luxurious time under the hot spray made me feel marvelous. I used a loofa over my whole body, then dried off and had George rub Shea butter into all parts of my body. He lingered in his favorite spots, which was fine with me. More fuel for the fire.
I choose red booty shorts and a white cami. Then, thinking about things I hoped would happen, I put my hair in a simple pony-tail so he could easily hold and control my head. A bit of work on my eyes and lashes, with the same red lip gloss as last night, and I was ready for all the great things I hoped the afternoon would bring.
George just wore Bermudas and a Cancun tee shirt.
We each had a light sandwich and a glass of wine. Then we were ready to go. Derreck had said we did not need to bring anything, he would supply all the refreshments. We arrived at his house exactly at 2:01 p.m. .
He promptly met us at the door and invited us in, kissing me, and running his hand across my nipples as I came up to him. He was wearing beige Bermudas and a tight black tee-shirt, both seemed to be silk. The shorts clearly outlined his cock, unlike George’s.
Then it was a quick tour of his house, it was beautiful, better decorated than ours. He had much nicer furnishings. His bedroom was elegant: carved king size bed, mirror on one whole wall, large walk-in closets; it was impressive. My mind filled with thoughts of him and I on that bed.
Off to the kitchen. We found all stainless steel appliances and granite counters; a large flat screen tv was in the family room. The glass and brass coffee table was spread with wines, cheeses and breads; there was an assortment of chairs and couches artfully placed in the room.
He directed George to a comfortable chair and me to a love-seat, then offered us our choice of wine and cheese. There was soft jazz playing in the background. We all choose a wine, various cheeses and breads to snack on. Finally, he sat next to me.
He raised his glass, “Here’s to all three of us, to a long and captivating friendship.”
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I was happy to oblige. Now his hand could easily reach and fondle my right boob and nipple; he took full advantage of that opportunity. My juices were already flowing, and his attention to them just increased my desire. I wiggled around a bit to give him even better access to me; I was more than ready right then. But he just launched into a discussion with George about sports, something I had no interest in at all. So I began playing with his cock.
Other than getting him hard, he showed no visible interest in my stroking his organ. It doubtless caused the pressure and speed increase he employed in his nipple play of me, which just served to drive me further into my state of carnal craving. I now felt a wet spot developing in my shorts. God, I wanted him!
Finally, as I was about to scream, and drag him to the bedroom, he told us both that there were a couple of things we needed to understand before we all engaged in the reason we were here today.
“First, I want you both, but especially George, to know that I will never do anything to harm your marriage. I have no intention of being a home wrecker. We are all here as consenting adults to engage in sexual fun that we all agree we want. I would never force anybody to do anything.”
“The second thing is that when Megan is with me, she is essentially my wife, and George is just a casual observer. She will do all the things a wife would normally do for her husband, including anything I ask of her, as long as it is something she is agreeable with. Is that okay with you Megan?”
“Absolutely! I am yours to command and do with as you wish, except for pain or injury.”
“And George you understand that you can just watch, never interfere or try to participate, unless by some chance you are invited. Is that okay with you?”
“As long as Meg is okay with being your pseudo-wife, I am okay with just being an observer. I know and understand my place.”
“Great!” he said as he stood up, pulling me up with him. “So with that, let’s head to the bedroom. I see that Megan has already managed to partially soak her shorts. I just love a woman who can soak herself so easily.”
I was once again speechless. I had never met a man with such raw confidence. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and began to lift it up. Clearly, it was coming off, so I quickly raised my arms, he pulled it over my head, and tossed it on the seat.
“Great boobs! Probably the finest set of tits I have ever seen. You are a remarkable woman,” Derreck said as he led me to the bedroom with George tagging along behind.
“That chair in the corner is yours George. There is a tube of Astroglide, a damp and a dry towel also, in case you have need of them this afternoon. The bathroom is right there,” he said, pointing to a short hallway.
Derreck led me over to the side of the bed, where he sat and pulled me, still standing, between his legs, my boobs right in his face.
“I have never yet had the chance to really enjoy these, and I intend to.”
With that, he held one in both hands and put his mouth firmly around its nipple, sucking it and the areola completely in. His tongue started to run around it, and then flick the tip of my nipple. He kept this up in ever changing patterns. I knew my juice was really flowing, and I could barely keep my balance. He wrapped his legs and arms around me, pulling me tight to him.
“God I love that! Suck my tits. They are yours. Oh geez they are so sensitive, I could almost cum. Do it, do it!”
He seemed to sense when it was almost more than I could endure. He quickly released it, and, turning his head sideways, went to the skin just under the areola. He lightly bit and sucked it in hard. He was going to mark me! I helped him by holding my boob up so he did not have to contort so much. I wanted his mark.
A short time later, he released it, turning his attention to my other breast, and giving it the same treatment. Now I was just moaning from the sensations caused by his tongue-lashing of my tit. Again, he knew just when to stop, and he moved to mark there also. I held it up for him.
When he finished, I collapsed forward on him and we fell back on the bed. He tried to move me off of him but I was so in need now that I just hung on; anything to be close to him, to try to get him inside me. Finally he moved me off, rose, and pulled me upright.
“Get those hot shorts off and help me pull down the duvet so we can lay on the sheet.”
I swiftly stripped off the shorts, anything to get in that bed with him. Quickly the sheet was exposed, with towels already in place covering the middle of the bed.
I laughed, “What a planner you are.”
Instantly, I was on the sheet, towels under me, legs spread wide, ready for what I had been dying to have plunged into me. He was rock hard, clearly ready to consummate our coupling, to make me his ‘wife’. I am not normally a submissive person, but now I put my arms over my head, just waiting to be taken. I knew I was his; I was completely in his thrall.
Almost as rapidly, he was on top of me, face-to-face, supported on his elbows, gazing into my eyes.
“Keep your eyes open, I want to stare into your eyes and see your passion.”
He had been moving his cock up and down between my folds, gathering my slippery nectar over his cock. I kept trying to move so he would slip in, but he avoided it, keeping his movement going. Of course it was running back and forth over my clit also, once again bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
“Please just fuck me. I am begging you! I have waited and waited. I need you now!”
“I promise, very soon, but I have one thing I want to tell you first. Whether you know it or not, this is very special for both of us. This is the first time. There is only one first time. We are both full of anticipation. You especially have been wondering what it will be like, what will it feel like. After this time, you will never wonder again. That is why I have been slow to do what we are about to; I want us both to savor this moment, to always remember it.”
He had captured my full attention. His subtle domination had made me pay full attention to his words. He was right, there was only one first time. As much as I wanted it, he made me think about it, made me realize it was special. His perception and understanding made me realize how special he was. This was not a one-night stand or a fling, this was the beginning of something; a new road taken. Looking back, it was a turning point in my life and my attachment to him.
With no further words, our eyes locked, his movement changed; I felt the head of his huge organ push against me. Just the beginning of his entrance stretched me more than all of George did.
“Oh God, yes! Christ I need it. I want all of you, deep!”
He was going very slowly, watching me intently. Stretching my pussy to new dimensions. It felt so damn great! His enormity was sliding smoothly, deeper and deeper. I was so wet and he was so drenched in my juice, he never had to stop. His constant, slow thrust reached depths never before attained. I was enraptured. Finally, he was fully in, his body tight against my folds and my clit.
“God damn Derreck, you are so fuckin’ huge and I have all of you! Now do me; do it hard and fast. Make me your woman. I am yours; use me!”
He did just that. He switched from a slow tender lover to a pounding, wanton beast in a nano-second. Long, deep, hard strokes attacked my puss. My legs came up beside him. He rose, holding them under his arms as the assault continued.
“Holy shit! Oh Yeah. Incredible. I want it, need it. I ...”
Now I was gasping for breath. In between gasps, all I could do was scream. My mind was entering a previously unknown state of carnal lust. I felt the orgasm coming on like a freight train.
I managed to scream out, “I am cumming! Oh shit, it is so strong. Fuck!”
Then I was wracked by spasms as it ran through me. My arms and legs were shuddering uncontrollably. All I could do was gasp and scream when I had the breath. He was unrelenting. I could already feel another orgasm starting. I had just barely revived from the first one.
From that point on I had no awareness of time. He seemed to go on forever. His pounding drove me to orgasm levels I had only dreamed of in wild fantasies. They would roll through me and I could only gasp as my body shuddered, my juice flowing as I never imagined. I was reduced to screaming when I was able, struggling for breath when they were at their peak. My brain had long ago become incapable of rational thought; I had entered a feral state, wild and ravenous.
After countless orgasms, he must have sensed that I had reached a point where I was totally drained and close to passing out. Suddenly, he stopped while deep inside me.
“No, no, don’t stop!” I gasped.
My pussy was throbbing and wanting more, but he was right. In a few seconds, it all caught up with me; my arms and legs fell to the bed, completely limp. Every part of me was soaked in sweat or some bodily fluid, as was he. His weight was off me, but his head was by my ear.
”Take deep breaths, let your body calm down. This is only a break, we are far from finished.”
Speaking faintly I said, “I thought I was prepared. I thought I knew what it would be like with you. I went so far past what I dreamed would happen. You have absolutely made me your wife. Poor George.”
I raised my head just enough so I could see George. He was busy cleaning himself. He had obviously jerked-off at least once. I dropped my head back. I hoped he was happy, I was thrilled beyond belief. Now was not the time to think of that future, I wanted more and Derreck wanted to give it to me.
“That was for you, to bring you to levels you have never known and to show you future possibilities. Now it is going to be equally for both of us, slow and sensual. No body-wracking orgasms, just small ones. I want you to fully enjoy the passion between us, to finally feel my hot jizz fill you. That is when you will completely be my consort.”
With that, he slowly pulled back and started a gentle, leisurely pace of fucking. At first I wanted his fast, hard pounding, but I soon realized that this made me fully experience and appreciate him and his cock. I loved the stretching and contraction of my vag, as he took his time easily moving in and out of me. He pulled almost completely out on almost every stroke; enough so I felt the head re-enter me each time. It seemed like I could feel every vein on his huge snake.
I felt an orgasm building and told him. He told me to keep relaxed, and just let it happen when it was ready. Excellent advice, it turned out. When it hit, I stayed as relaxed as possible; my pussy clenched on his cock, but my body only tensed slightly. He held me tight as it ran through me in a soft, loving way.
With my eyes closed and as collected as I could be, I imagined I was on the ocean, drifting and riding up and down with the waves. My orgasms were farther apart and much less overwhelming than previously but my mind was clear; my passion and desire for Derreck becoming more profound.
Our low energy movement allowed this to go on much longer than our first coupling. He was kissing my ear and neck, then I would move my head and it would become a sensual probing and intertwining of our tongues. I seemed to be constantly moaning from the incredible pleasure. When I was ready to cum, I would tell him; he would hold me tighter and urge me on, my pussy clenching his cock each time. Once again they were countless.
Ultimately he was ready to fill me. I intensely wanted to feel it, to be filled with his seed.
“I am close to cumming. I am going to control myself and speed up to bring you close to the edge. Let me know when you are, and I will let go. The feeling of my hot pulsing discharge will push you over. I am going to stay deep in you and fill you full; I want my seed as deep as possible in you.”
Just his words brought me closer; his speed finished it. “I am so fucking close. Let it go, fill me! I want your black seed penetrating all my parts.”
“Oh Yes! Now!” he shouted.
His hot ejac hit me, triggering a breathtaking, body-shaking orgasm. He held himself deep and I bucked against him, trying to get him even deeper. Pulse after pulse of torrid semen shot into me.
“Oh God I love it! Fill me to overflowing. It is so hot, I feel every drop.”
Slowly, his powerful ejection dissipated and stopped. For the first time his full body weight was on me; I loved it. We had been locked in a deep kiss from his first shot; now we slowly relaxed and disconnected. I felt him begin to move.
“Don’t pull out yet! Just lay where you are. It is perfect. I feel like I could keep you in me forever.”
“Oh Baby, it was so good. You are amazing. I adore everything about you.”
We lay, him on top of me, still deep, for a bit longer. Finally he began to slowly pull out. I hated it. The last inch was the worst, he was gone, and I was empty of the best cock I ever had. He rolled onto his back next to me.
“I think we need a rest before I do you doggie-style. What do you think?”
“God, I’m going to get more? I can’t wait but I do need to rest a bit before you pound my poor pussy again,” I said with a big grin.
He looked over at George, who was patiently sitting, “George, how are you doing?”
“I am great. This has been wonderful. I am happy she enjoyed it so much.”
“Well we are going to rest a bit before I do her doggie-style, maybe even nap a bit. Feel free to go get some wine or food and watch TV if you want. We are just going to lie here for a bit. I will come and get you before we start anything, if you like.”
“I thought you were finished...?”
“Not unless she says we are. I have another load to deposit, and I believe she really needs it on her knees. What do you say Megan?”
“I’m not finished yet, George, but I do need some rest before the second round. Like he said, we are just going to lie here, and will get you before anything else happens. Go get some food. Enjoy yourself.”
“Well... Okay, if you are sure...”
“I am positive,” I said as I rolled over and snuggled up to Derreck.
“Okay. Don’t forget me.”
“We won’t,” I said with my head comfortably on Derreck’s shoulder.
As George was leaving, I whispered to Derreck, “I am beginning to leak your wonderful emission.”
He laughed and said, “We can go shower, or we can just lie here and let you simply leak.”
“Here is just fine,” I said, totally content, loving how full I was and the feeling of it slowly oozing out.
We did fall asleep for awhile, and then gradually woke. We both agreed the nap had recharged us and we were ready for round two.
As we lay there, I asked Derreck if he was seeing any other women. I assured him it was just a curiosity question, it made no difference to me. He told me he was occasionally seeing another married woman, but it was not a regular thing. She was cheating on her husband and had to work out the times she could get away with no problems.
“She is a diversion for me, but nothing compared to you. I would drop her in a minute if you ever decide you want to see me on a regular basis. You have to determine that.”
He went on, “For such a short time I have great affection for you, and to be very blunt, you are a great fuck! I mean that in the nicest possible way,” he finished with a big grin.
I laughed and hit him on the arm saying, “Is that all I am, a ‘great fuck’? Just some slut you picked up and are using for your own twisted carnal pleasure?”
He smiled, kissed me, and said,” You had better be kidding. I cherish you, everything about you. But I do not want to be a home wrecker. You love George, and I do not want to be responsible for damaging that.”
We talked about George and our various possibilities. I wanted Derreck to stay in my life. This was all George’s idea, his fetish; he would have to live with what he started. I wanted two men in my life. Was that possible? Time would tell I thought.
“So big boy,” I said, as I stroked his cock, I am ready for something called ‘doggie’ I believe...”
“Ha-ha, like you don’t know. Good one. Get on your knees and I will demonstrate!”
“Gladly, but first I need a quick shower. Much of you leaked out and is now dried on me; let’s get clean.”
We went to the bathroom and got in the shower together, where we washed each other and made extra sure all the special spots were very clean. When I got out, he handed me a towel. I looked in the mirror and saw my marks for the first time. They were already quite red; I knew they would progress through colors until they were gone.
George had done that to me once and I got mad, telling him not to ever do it again. Now here I was, admiring my marks and hoping for more in the future.
“Like my marks?” he asked
“Just your way of marking your territory on your slut I guess...”
“Stop that ‘slut’ shit! And I somehow think you like them.”
I agreed I did like them and would not mind more in the future as long as they are always hidden from normal view. We finished drying and got back to the bed. He went to get George.
A little time passed and then they were walking back into the room, smiling and talking. I gave Derreck a quizzical look and he mouthed, “Tell ya later.”
As he came back to the bed, I was again captivated by his cock. I realized it was the first time I had really seen him walking naked toward me. He was not at all aroused and yet his cock was as long or longer than George was when fully hard. It swung back and forth in an almost mesmerizing way as he walked.
I was sitting on the bed as he got there. “Get on your back again, I want to taste you first and get your juice going.”
I did not need to be told twice, I love oral sex and this would be another first. I spread wide for him, waiting.
He started just past my knee, working his way up, kissing and licking. When he reached my puss he started from the bottom and slowly licked up to my clit, where he kissed and tongue-flicked it. He then proceeded to show that he is a master of oral sex. He had me writhing and begging for release as my nectar was flowing over and into his mouth. Finally, he pushed me over the edge and I had another leg-trembling orgasm.
“Oh you scoundrel. Wait 'til you want another blowjob. Payback can be a bitch.”
“Get on you knees and hold on. This is not going to be gentle and easy.”
I flipped over, ass in the air, face on the bed. He once again took his time rubbing his rod up and down my slit, gathering my slippery, succulent elixir. When was fully coated, he pressed his dick-head into me, paused a second, and then slapped my ass hard as he plunged fully into me. He never paused, but withdrew, almost full length, and started hammering me.
“Fuck!! God damn you are... Ohh yes, fuck it! Slap my ass! Damn, you are a beast! Ahh I am... Now, yes, yes! Oh shit!”
I was cumming and every slap made it stronger. He kept it up and kept it up, just like the first time. I was again gasping for air as I pulled on the sheet, tightly grasped in both my fists. Then I felt his hand on my pony tail, pulling my head up, my ass back into him. He held me like that, slapping with one hand and holding my head tightly back with the other, as he pummeled my puss. Electrifying orgasms were beginning to run through me at an ever faster pace. It was like the first time, but even more intense.
Of course, I was again lost in that entrancing mind-world of wanton, carnal, lust-filled passion. His insatiable lasciviousness was in control of both of us.
I was aware of sensations around my ass, but was so centered on his fucking me that I did not realize its significance until his thumb plunged into my ass and began moving in and out. I thought I was at the extreme end of sexual pleasure, but he brought in a new dimension. I loved anal sex, but never thought of it with him due to his size. His thumb was a good replacement. I fell even farther down from the cliff I had gone over.
“Ohh God my ass, you took my ass! Plunge it. Make it yours! I love it. Now!! Ahh!”
I would have collapsed at this point if I was not so impaled on him. My juice was freely flowing down my legs, which were trembling almost constantly. Suddenly, he pulled extra hard on my hair and stopped his pounding. I felt his hot jizz once again filling me. It threw me into one last massive, screaming orgasm. He let go, and I collapsed to the bed, shaking all over, feeling my vag again full of his seed. He twisted on his back as he collapsed next to me, both of us gasping for breath.
Neither of us could move for several minutes. My shaking finally stopped and we got our breath back. I turned over and reached for is hand. He squeezed mine and turned his head to smile at me, no words were necessary. God, he could fuck like a demon.
Remembering his thumb in my ass made me wonder about the possibilities. George had first cultivated my interest in anal and then addicted me to it some years ago, but that was with him, not someone Derreck’s size. Should I, could I, do it with him? Food for thought.
As I lay there, I could feel his cum about to ooze out. I put my hand down there, my fingers cupped, and scooped it up as it flowed. I clenched my muscles to get as much as I could, and then brought it up to my lips, letting it slowly drizzle into my mouth as he watched; the same delicious cum as I had yesterday, mixed with my sweetness. I had never done this for George, I briefly wondered what he thought...
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Author’s Note: Please comment and vote on my story. It is good for my ego and if you have a critical comment it will help me to be a better writer. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and will read future parts.
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