J Watson - The unfaithful wife

"Oh God, what a monster," she cried. "It feels like it's in my belly."

"You like it, cunt?" he questioned.

"God yes, I love it," she groaned.

He began to fuck her. He drove his big cock into her pussy again and again, stretching her cunt and sending his big prick-head deep into her belly. She felt his prick leaking his thick cum onto her creamy thighs. He hadn't taken off her top but she could feel her nipples rubbing the thin material of her suit.

"Oh fuck me," she groaned. "Give it to me. I'm a cunt. I'm a cunt who needs fucking. Give me your rod."

"You Goddamn bitch," he groaned. "You fucking cocksucker. I bet you'd suck it, now, wouldn't you? You wouldn't fight me now. You'd suck my cum right out and swallow it. All you fucking cunts will suck cock!"

"Oh yessssss," she sobbed. "I'll suck cock. I'll do anything. Oh, only give it to me hard!"

She was bouncing on his prick like a cowgirl riding a horse. She kept squeezing with her cuntal muscles each time she felt that hot meat going up into her squishy cunt. She felt the first hot explosion in her cunt.

"Oh fuck yes," she sobbed. "I'm coming. I'm fucking coming! Oh, I fucking love your cock! Oh, you fucking big bastard, fuck me harddddd!"

She really squirmed against him as her body convulsed with the spasms of pleasure. She felt weak and helpless as the last spasm shook her body. She moaned and leaned against him. She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to.

"You want my cum?" he asked her.

"Yes," she admitted.

"I'm going to give it to you," he said. "I'm going to fill your belly."

He was fucking her faster and his hands had gripped her ass. She no longer thought about the noises they were making. It didn't matter if his wife, or anyone else saw them. This man had conquered her completely and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

"Squirt it in me," she moaned. "Oh fuck, squirt that stuff in me!"

"I'm coming, baby," he groaned. "I'm fucking coming! Oh you cocksucking bitch, I'm comingggggg." She ground herself against him and kept moving as she felt the hot spurts filling her cunt with thick cream. She had never given herself so completely to a man. She kept rubbing him even as his prick started to go limp.

It was only then that she thought about where she was and that his wife was, sitting only inches away.

But she wasn't sitting anymore. She was standing near the pool watching them.

"Oh my God," Cynthia groaned.

There was no way she could hide what they had been doing. She slipped off his cock and tugged her suit back up her legs. She waited for the angry words to come. But instead, Mary smiled.

"I bet you two are ready for a cold beer," Mary said.

"Yeah, babe," Greg said, pulling up his trunks. "And I want a shower."

Mary wasn't acting anything like what Cynthia had expected. There was no doubt that the dark-haired woman knew what had been going on in the pool. Yet, she was acting as if she saw this sort of thing every day. It made Cynthia nervous. She half expected Mary to go crazy at any moment.

It was more curiosity than anything else that made Cynthia go with the woman into the house. She wanted to understand Mary better, to understand why the woman hadn't made more of a scene.

"Would you like a beer?" Mary asked her.

"Yes," Cynthia said.

They sat at the kitchen table and drank the beer. Cynthia could hear the shower running in the bedroom. She could slowly close her eyes and remember every part of Greg's strong, naked body. She had never had it so bad for a man before. In fact, she had never been attracted to the muscular athlete. Yet, she was more than attracted to Greg. She thought he was the most beautiful hunk of man she'd ever seen.

"You're wondering about us, aren't you?" Mary asked.

"A little," Cynthia answered. "I mean, you know what was going on out there."

Mary crossed her plump legs and took another long drink of her beer. Mary was a lot smaller than Cynthia, more intense looking. She looked Spanish. Her dark eyes danced with a merry amusement as she looked at Cynthia. Cynthia found her gaze attracted to the way the creamy swells of Mary's breasts pushed out the top of her thin bathing suit. Cynthia knew why, she had never liked to look at women as big as Mary. She had always been jealous of their natural figures. Cynthia knew that a man was often attracted to a woman's boobs, and Cynthia had never had a good set.

"I know what happened," Mary said. "It's happened before. I don't mind."

"You don't?" Cynthia asked.

"Of course not," Mary said, shrugging her creamy shoulder. "I've never minded. You see, Greg is enough man for me. Sometimes I'm thankful for other women. It keeps him away from me. I love to fuck but Greg is so macho. He could do it all the damn time."

"Really?" Cynthia asked.

Cynthia found that she was interested in everything about Greg. She didn't understand this need to know about him. She had always kept herself so cool around men, but there was just no way she could stay cool around Greg. Even thinking about him made her palms feel kind of sweaty.

"He sure can," Mary said. "Often he can get it up ten times a day. Even a woman who likes it as much as I do couldn't take it all the time. He wears me out. But God, what a feeling when he leaves you."

Cynthia knew what feeling Mary was talking about. She had felt that same feeling a few minutes ago, when he had left her as well fucked as she'd ever been.

"He can make you feel like a woman," Mary said, her eyes dark with love for her husband.

Greg came padding into the kitchen. He was completely naked and again Cynthia had to gasp at the sight of that big beautiful cock hanging between his legs. He wasn't limp. The water had evidently refreshed him and his cock was half-hard. His huge balls looked like weapons hanging below his staff.

"Hi girls," he said. "Been having a nice conversation?"

"We've been talking about you," Mary said. "About what a stud you are."

"Ah," Greg said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not a stud. I just like pussy more than most guys. I mean there's nothing I like better than having my dick in a woman's twat."

Greg opened a beer and sat down at the kitchen table. Cynthia felt uncomfortable sitting there with him naked. And his wife there. A few days before and she would have been insulted if anyone had said she would ever do anything like this.

"There's one other thing I like," Greg said.

"Most of all."

"What's that?" Cynthia asked.

"I like having my cock sucked at the kitchen table while I'm drinking a beer," he said.

Cynthia felt a tingling sensation at the base of her spine. She looked at Mary who simply shrugged her shoulders. Cynthia wondered if she could. She had never sucked a man's cock before, at least long enough to make him come. And Greg had such a huge prick. She hadn't been able to breathe when he'd had it in her mouth the day before.

"Mary could suck me," Greg said. "But since you're the guest."

"Go ahead," Mary urged. "You know that you want to. I like having my husband get sucked in front of me. It makes me hot all over."

Cynthia swallowed nervously. Then she nodded her head. She was going to try. She might not make him happy, but she was going to try. She'd had the feeling before, while he was fucking her, that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

"I've never done it before," Cynthia said. "Not all the way."

"A Goddamn virgin mouth," he said.

"I might not be able to make you happy," she said.

"You'll make me happy, cunt," he said. "Or I'll know the fucking reason why."

A strange feeling came over her. Something she'd never felt before. Suddenly he was her master in command. She couldn't refuse him anything.

"Take off your clothes first," Mary suggested.