After another twenty minutes of solid fucking she had clawed his back up and had spent most of her energy. She was about spent. She was pretty much just laying there ‘getting fucked’. I tapped Marcus on the shoulder and he allowed me to mount her again.
“What about now, baby? Can you feel me now?” I asked. Again, her poor pussy was about ruined. It was so sloppy and mushy feeling that I didn’t recognize it. But still, it wasn’t ‘raw’ inside. Combined time of having a cock the thickness of a beer can inside her was about 40 minutes, and she wasn’t raw, but she was so ‘worn out’ and sloppy loose that I might as well have stuck my dick in a bowl of warm pudding.
She giggled a little, still buzzing from the booze. “Barely, sweetheart. I can tell you’re there, but you’d have to put it all in if you want me to FEEL you.” I was in balls deep. Obviously, her pussy was ruined for the night.
I told Marcus, “Why don’t you put her in a position where you can fuck the shit out of her and I can lick her clit? We’ll just send her to the moon in one fail swoop.”
Marcus laughed and said, “Your wish is my command!” He scooped Jeri up and laid her on her slightly on her side, lifted her leg and slid his cock in her in one swift motion. She gasped as he buried himself to the hilt all at once, but it left her clit lifted in the air and fully exposed. I lowered my mouth to her mound and when my tongue touched her skin, I was shocked at how tight her skin was stretched. I could feel the veins of his rod as it slid in and out of her, the bumps and ridges of his cock as it entered and exited her. It was so exotic and erotic and as my tongue worked its way up to her clit, she gasped and grabbed a handful of my hair. I sucked on her clit and she screamed, pulling my hair and trying to kick with the leg Marcus was holding.
I tongued her clit faster and she began to pant so fast I thought she might hyperventilate. I sucked on her clit and then ran my tongue up and down the sides of her lips and she began to growl. I accidentally licked the sides of Marcus’ cock a time or two, but strangely, it didn’t feel ‘gay’ to me. All I could taste was pussy anyway.
I could feel Marcus increase his pace and his tempo and I could feel his cock surge under my tongue and I knew he came inside her. Deep inside her. It seemed like it took him forever and she gasped when he did. She grabbed him and held on for dear life and I just kept sucking her clit while they stayed locked together. He was buried to the hilt and stayed there while his cock surged and pulsated.
They lay there for a little while, then slowly he pulled his flaccid cock out of her. When he did, a small river of white semen poured out after him. I don’t think I had ever seen that much cum in one shot in my life. Of course, it was mixed with hers, but it just looked like so much. He rolled off of her and excused himself to go to the bathroom.
She laid there for a moment and I swear, her pussy was spasming. It reminded me of a goldfish out of water, gasping for air. I stared at it for a moment. I extended my hand and slid a finger inside her. It was HOT. And smooth and silky. I slid a second finger. Then a third. And a fourth. I curled my hand and was about to slide it in when she told me, “No, please, I’m too sore for you to finger me right now.”
Finger her? I was about to fist her. I slid back up on top of her and slid my cock in her. “Can you feel me now?” I asked. After over an hour of fucking Cockzilla she was just now STARTING to feel raw inside.
She chucked slightly. “I can’t even tell you’re there except your balls are tickling my ass.”
To be honest, I couldn’t hardly tell I had my dick in a pussy. I might as well have been watered down snot. But it turned me on, none the less. I pumped like a madman and fucked her for all I was worth. My pelvic bone was pressing and grinding her clit, and that she felt. I blew my was inside her and then wiped my dick on her belly.
When Marcus came back out he was still nude but his cock had shriveled to less than half. For shits and giggles, she tried one more time to fit him in her mouth. She barely could, but she did it.
We cleaned up, thanked him for a nice evening and left.
During the drive home, she opted to do without the tank top and just wore the overshirt. I guess she would think about Marcus and get all hot and bothered because all the way home, she would rub herself, then end up fishing my cock out and blowing me. Before we made it all the way out of OKC, she was completely naked, her clothes in the backseat of the car. I got five blowjobs on the way home that night.
That was almost nine months ago and slowly but surely, our sex life has dwindled back down to almost what it was before ‘The Plan’.
I’ve realized what I already knew. She lied to me about the night she cheated. It wasn’t a short little ‘almost fuck’. It was a marathon fuck.
Oh, I can forgive an indiscretion. I just can’t forgive someone who will lie to my fucking face.
So, I have to make a decision. I either have to live with a liar who is slowly cutting me off and making me hate her for lying to me, OR; I can divorce her and go on, OR; I can simply say, “Fuck it”, and convert my conservative little good girl wife into the shared whore that I know she can be.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.
What would you do?
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