Jason Cannon - Spouse in torment

"Fuck… fuck… fuck me!"

His heart was beating wildly now and his body was shaking as he felt the hot sperm in his balls start to boil.

The passion in her own body was also nearing its peak as his cock tortured her throbbing clitoris. The tiny bolts of pleasure-pain shot through her body, up to her tits, and into her brain.

She knew that she too would soon plunge into orgasmic release. The tension built in her body as she bucked and pounded her hips and belly against his muscular flesh. His cock was enormous. But then so was her cunt. Connie was a big woman and her body needed a lot of cock for satisfaction.

Ben had a lot of cock, and he knew how to use it.

She moaned and panted in rhythm with his prick as it slid in and out of her wet sheath. At the peak of each jarring lunge, his pelvic bone slammed against her clit, exploding currents of lust in her body.

"Oh, shit, what a fucker you are!"

Connie wanted even more pressure from the rigid tool against her clit and the back of her cunt. She raised her legs into the air and wrapped them around his head. Now he could get full penetration and he took advantage of it.

Her shrieks of lust grew louder and longer as he pounded harder, faster, and bored into her cuntal cavern deeper. She nearly shook them both off the bed as she responded like a wild animal to his fucking.

He eased his hand down, beneath his slapping balls, and let his fingers crawl up her crack toward her asshole. She felt what he was doing. "Yesss, Ben, bath holes at once! Put your fingers up my ass!"

She yelped, screamed, and grunted with pleasure as he complied. His throbbing prick slid over the satin walls of her cunt and the hard knob of her clit as three fingers punctured her anus in the same fuck rhythm.

Her whole body was beginning to shine with perspiration. Small beads began to form on her forehead and run slowly down the side of her lust-contorted face.

Their bodies merged into a mutual passion that would soon become release as they each felt the rising tide of the other's orgasm. When the wild explosion struck at last, Connie's voice erupted with erotic delight.

"Ohhhhh, yes. Ohhhhhh, Ben… your fuck, it's soooooo wonderful! I'm going to… come… I'm coming with you… I'm shooting, fuck, son of a bitch, I'm shooting so good!"

Their pulsation's continued for what seemed an eternity. She didn't think his fuck would ever end. The orgasm was the strongest, the heaviest, the most satisfying she had experienced. Ben's hot cum just wouldn't quit streaming into her cunt, and she could feel her pussy rapidly filling with the result of both their spends.

The sensations slowly came to a halt.

And it was over.

Ages later, she became aware of his chest crushing her ravished breasts. The flat plane of his hairy stomach was hard against her. His muscles untensed and relaxed one by one.

Her arms slipped from his back as the last fragment of pleasure danced through her.

I don't love him, she thought. I like him, but I don't love him. I love loving.

He lifted his head finally and looked into her face. His hair was plastered to his forehead.

"Wow!" he whispered.

"You're so right," Connie smiled, and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek happily. "Ben, you're a champ. I'll tell the world."

"Don't bother," he said, gulping for breath and trying to smile at the same time. "If you told the world, I'd have women knocking at my door all day, and I want to save it all for you."

"Louse. Big, beautiful louse." She grinned back at him.

He moved away, rolled onto his back, and groped blindly toward the floor, trying to locate his shirt. "Cigarette?"

"Sure. It's tradition."

He laughed. In a moment, two cigarettes were lit, and smoke was rising from the bed like steam from their exhausted bodies.

"Ben?"

"What?"

"I wanted to talk to you. Remember?"

"You did?"

"Yes. And you said you'd, talk after. Well, this is after."

He laughed. "That sums it up. Okay, baby… shoot. What's on your mind?"

"A friend of mine. A dear friend."

"Oh?"

"Her name is Lisa and she's got one hell of a problem."

"What kind of a problem?"

He looked at her, startled. "You want to start passing my cock around?"

"Not really," Connie laughed. "But that big hunk you've got just might straighten her out. No, Ben, her problem was she used to love sex too much. Now she's fallen in love with her husband."

"That is a little strange."

"Don't make fun," Connie said. "It's true, and it's weird. She'd never go to you professionally, but if I introduced you as just a friend, you might be able to help her."

"For you, love… anything. What's the deal?"

"Well, it all started in college, when she met her husband. Believe me, it is strange. You see, what happened was…"

Milt Harris walked into Ken's office behind Louise. He watched the girl's ass jiggling beneath the taut skirt and shuddered when he realized that, as well as no bra, the bitch wore no panties.

Damn, he thought, what a deal Ken Morton has – a beautiful wife, and a beautiful secretary. Harris wondered if he was plugging the secretary. He was sure the ad executive would if he knew that his wife was fucking around like she was.

"Milt, good to see you," Ken said, rising behind his desk and extending his hand.

Harris took the hand and mumbled hello. His eyes were still on the secretary's body. "Will there be anything else, Mr. Morton?"

"Not now, Louise."

Both men watched the clock-like precision of the leggy brunette's ass movements as she walked across the room and through the door.

"Damn, oh damn, that's nice," Harris said, turning back to Ken and easing his big body into one of the leather chairs.

"I wouldn't know," Ken replied. "When you've got a wife like I have, you just don't screw around… even with someone as attractive as Louise."

Harris coughed and hoped his face didn't give his thoughts away. "Yeah… yeah, I suppose you're right. I'm not as lucky. My wife… well, that's another story."

"Sorry I couldn't make it last night. But I called Lisa a little while ago and she told me everything went fine."

"Yeah… yeah," Harris replied. "Your wife is great company, fine food, and good conversation. We had a very enjoyable evening."

"What time did you leave?" Ken said. "Lisa was asleep when I got in."

You lying sack of shit, Harris thought. His mind was on the wild fuck Ken's wife had given him the night before, and, the equally fine blow-job that morning. So much so that he almost blurted out ten o'clock this morning, but he caught himself… "It was late. I really don't remember."

"She's a fine lady," Ken said.

"Yeah, she sure is," Harris said, averting his eyes and pulling papers from his briefcase. "Well, shall we get down to business?"

"Sure thing," Ken said, calmly. But inwardly he was sensing another victory, another contract. And all because of Lisa's talented body.

He barely heard Harris' voice droning on about figures as he, for the hundredth time, congratulated himself on the greatest merger of his young business career – marrying Lisa.

He had been dating and fucking and living with a girl named Shirley almost his whole time at school. She wanted marriage, but Ken had no time for it. He wanted a lot of varied sex, and success in business. Shirley just wasn't the wife for him.

Then one night another couple came over for dinner. Bob was a fraternity brother of Ken's who also dug sex and managed to find girls who swung. Shirley always knew that when Bob and a date came over, the evening usually ended up in a foursome naked and fucking each other's brains out on the living mom floor.

Bob's date that night was Lisa, and the moment Ken saw her he decided that he wanted some of that raven-haired beauty in private first. All the way through dinner, Lisa let him know with her eyes that she was more than willing.