Conflagration (10 page)

He took both her wrists and pinned her arms to the bed over her head, accentuating her tits. He placed his feet inside her ankles and forced her legs wider, as wide as they would go, leaving her pinned and helpless beneath him. He rose up over her and withdrew his long wide shaft and then plunged the beast all the way back into her.

“AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa! Fuuuuuck!” my wife screamed. He did it again. She tossed her head side to side, grit her teeth, and took every inch.

After four or five thrusts he ripped an orgasm from her, surprising them both, sending her body into writhing convulsions. He was relentless. He'd pull back until just the head rested inside and then he'd drive that cock balls-deep into her.  He kept her pinned and fucked her deeply.

She came again right away. He'd slowed down and moved his body closer and they kissed when it hit. He kept his lips pressed to hers and I heard her muffled cry of pleasure. His cock killed her. He pulled it all the way out and leaned way back on his heels, releasing her wrists. His soaking wet dick towered straight up, throbbing and pulsing, shiny and taut. Free at last Tiffany threw herself at the instrument of her destruction, licking and kissing every inch. He laughed with true joy.

My wife moved up the bed and rolled over onto all fours, offering him her unfaithful cunt in a head-down, ass-up position. What man can resist that? Chris moved behind her and aimed his steely cock as Tiff reached under searching for his balls. They filled her hand. He took handfuls of her long black hair and pulled hard enough to hurt her, which she loved. Soon he slammed that big dick home again.

My view of his assault was perfect. I had the angle to witness her pussy forced into a large circle to accommodate his girth. I'd never seen her get this wet and slurping and sloshing sounds filled our bedroom. Chris grabbed my pillow and positioned it under her hips and forced her down to the bed. Now cushioned, he attacked her tight cunt like an animal. When she climaxed again he pulled her head back far enough I worried for her neck. She loved it. His rough treatment only made her orgasm harder and deeper and longer.

When she came down from it she lay there quivering and gasping for breath. He pushed his cock all the way in and held himself still. She was stuffed to overflowing with hard dick. My wife was Jell-O. He kissed her ears and neck and shoulders, keeping his iron rod deeply planted. Tiffany turned her head and her look of pure joy and contentment shook me.

Finally, he withdrew his monster completely and leaned against our headboard. His erection fell back against his stomach and reached beyond his belly button.

Tiffany's pussy gapped open, closing slowly. She searched for him over her shoulder and then turned and crawled onto his lap, straddling him. Her hand slipped down to guide his bare erection inside her again. My wife rode him slowly, her eyes squeezed shut from the intensity of that large penis buried in her guts. Her tits were right in his face and he suckled on them, alternating between the two, her nipples bright with his saliva. She wrapped both arms around his head.

“I want this every day,” she gasped.

When she leaned forward her pussy distended. At the moment his balls were pressed against her labia but then she lifted slightly and I observed how much his thick cock overpowered her little hole. She stretched in every direction to take him. It looked painful and uncomfortable to me but by the sounds she made I knew I was dead wrong.

She put her hands on his shoulders and began to lift and drop more rapidly. He remained fascinated with her tits and let her fuck herself on his meat until she gasped in disbelief.

“Oh my God, Sweetie, I think you're going to make me cum again. I fucking love your cock. I had no idea it would feel this good.”

I admit her pet name for him made me jealous.

He moved his hands to her hips and she raised her arms over her head, lifting her hair. She was an ancient nymph, lost in the pleasures of her own body.

He left it up to her and their mating became faster and more forceful and her boobs jumped and bounced all over the place. Waves rippled through her firm ass. A cone of flesh clung to his cock every time she lifted off him.

As her breathing became ragged Chris encouraged her.

“Baby, your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around me. I'm going to fuck you all night.”

“Promise?” she teased. Then she remembered. “Brother,” she grunted between thrusts.

Chris laughed. “Next time we fuck at my place. I want to show you to my roommates. Cum for me, Tiffany. I want to watch your face as you cum.”

Her eyes flared. She clearly loved his idea. Her hips began a front to back instead of an up and down and her face slowly contorted with pleasure. I couldn't imagine what an object that big inside your body felt like but clearly my wife enjoyed it.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, her hips rocking. “I love it, Chris. I love it, Chris! I love it, Chris! Here it comes! Nooooooow, ooooooooh yeeeeeeeeah!”

My gaze jumped back and forth between her gorgeous face in the throes of climax and her gushing pussy full of his huge cock. Her body flailed and shook and he held her in his strong grip as she lost control. He watched her orgasm with as much joy as I did. She was beautiful.

This time he did not wait for her to come back to earth. Instead he scooped her up and laid her back so he was now on top. He worked his hands under her pert little ass and braced her so she could not get away and then began pounding that massive spear into her. I knew where this was headed and waited for Tiff to stop him and tell him to put a condom on, but she didn't.

Her hands slid down his back to his muscular ass and her nails dug in as she helped to pull him deep on every thrust. Dread began to creep into my racing heart. His cock was a fat piston pumping her pussy. When he stopped once to move his knees closer, his scrotum rested on the bed like a purse full of sand, spreading out under its own weight. Next instant he was back over her moving his cock deep again.

I heard him draw a sharp breath.

“You said something earlier about a condom,” he teased. “Do you have one? You want me to stop and put it on?”

Tiff locked eyes with him and he weighed the choice. She decided quickly.

“Shh. No, Chris, I really don't.” Her answer thrilled them both.

He smiled and tilted his head back. Her eyes flashed to my hiding place. She showed concern but it was grossly overshadowed by pure animal want. My wife needed to mate with this man. She wanted his seed inside her.

She faced him and pulled his lips down to hers. Her legs rose up and circled his waist, her arms circled his neck. He pounded her a little faster.

“Come in me,” she said, finally surrendering completely. “I want it. I need it. Cum inside me, Chris. I want all of it. I want all of you.”

Chris buried his face in her hair and flesh on flesh slapping filled our bedroom. He moaned and Tiffany's face lit up. He moaned again, louder and longer and she smiled and closed her eyes. Finally, he moaned a third time and then threw his head back as his balls seized and exploded. He drove his manhood as deep as possible inside my wife and unleashed a torrent. I imagined his cock-head pressed firmly against her cervix and his hot jizz pumping out of the slit and directly into her uterus. His hips jerked with each jet he released and I remembered how much he came under the table that night at the bar. He came a long time, twitching spasmodically as he emptied his testicles.

Tiffany looked blissful. She held him tight as he convulsed and she eagerly accepted every drop he wanted to give her. She'd captured her man and pleased him greatly and she was happy and content.  She held him inside for a long time. When he tried to untangle she whimpered and held him tight and he settled back down on top of her. I noticed she rolled her hips slightly side to side, savoring the full feeling his buried phallus gave her.

At last she let him go. He raised himself up on strong arms and pulled his long cock out. He flopped next to her and she wormed as close to his muscular body as she could. They spoke softly but I was too far away to hear what they said.

They stayed like that for half an hour, maybe longer. They talked and laughed and touched each other tenderly. Chris rolled her onto her stomach and raved about her world-class ass and she playfully lifted her hips four inches off the bed. He lightly bit her butt. He dropped next to her and tossed a leg over her legs and they talked some more. Chris kissed her gently all over her shoulder and arm.

After a time, Tiffany wormed out from under and kissed a trail down his body. On her hands and knees her pussy faced my hiding place. Sperm leaked from her. When she got to his soft deflated penis she licked away their combined juices until he gleamed. Chris wore a grin and let her do it. She moved lower to his big balls and did the same thing and he began to stiffen.

“Oh really?” she joked. “What are you, one of those bull-studs I've heard about?”

“You're inspirational,” he replied. “I can't get enough of you. Do we have time?”

Tiff leaned over the bed to look at the clock but she knew goddamn well I was in the closet and couldn't come out until he left. She fell onto the bed, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

“Yes,” she answered. “Give me more of that big dick. You know I can't get enough of you either.”

“Me? Or my dick?”

Tiffany hummed and looked at the ceiling as if she were seriously pondering and Chris laughed.

“Holy shit, you're charming. I have to be careful I don't fall in love with you. I don't care if you love me for my cock; it's attached to me so if you want it, you also get me, so I'm happy.”

Tiffany got serious for a second. “You can fall in love with me if you want, Chris. I can't stop you and honestly I hope you do. You do my ego wonders. But I want to be perfectly honest and up-front with you; I'll never leave my husband. You're not here because I'm dissatisfied with him. You're here because you turn me on and I find you irresistible.”

His grin turned into a smile.

“I'm serious, Chris.”

“I believe you, Tiffany, truly. If I'm honest, I like that you're married. Doing this with me makes you naughty, sexier. You're a bad girl on the inside and a good girl on the outside. You're stunning and perfect, and I probably will fall in love with you, but no worries; I've been warned. Now, open that pussy for me.”

They shared an intense look of desire and Tiff used two fingers to spread her labia. Milky semen oozed out of her. Chris played with his dick a little while she did it, his gaze roaming her spectacular body.

“Your body is the best. You're amazing.”

She cupped a tit and offered it to him.

His cock had risen to half-staff and he advanced on her. Her eyes were glued to it and the closer he got the farther she pulled her legs back. He brought his thighs right up against her hamstrings and rested that fleshy log on her pussy. She looked down.

“Condom?” he teased, already knowing her answer.

“Too late now, silly. Besides, what my husband doesn't know...” Her voice trailed away.

Resting on her stomach, his cock reached beyond her belly button.

“You're so big,” she breathed. “I love it.”

“Biggest you've ever had?”

“Oh God, yes, easily. My husband is above average and believe it or not, I have very little experience. You are the one and only man I've ever done anything like this with.”

“I'm honored,” he said and I heard sincerity. “Your brother told me that too.”

“Did he? He spoils me. Always has. I love him more than myself.”

He pulled his hips away from her and his cock slithered lower. When the head split her lips he stopped and began bringing his hips forward again. I heard my wife lose air in a long drawn-out exhale. Chris sank his cock into her flooded cunt and her face told me exactly how much she loved it.

I don't know if it was her words recently spoken or if I'd just accepted my fate, but this time when his unprotected cock began the lengthy journey into the heart of her, instead of dread I felt lust. My wife got fucked right before my eyes. His cock was huge and he'd already pumped a massive load of potent sperm deep inside her. Somehow all these things felt perfectly right and terribly exciting.

This was what I'd wanted all along, I'd just been too frightened to admit it.

Chris hooked his forearms behind her knees and bent her legs back to her chest. She was helpless and splayed obscenely, a hot fuck hole ready for the taking. The deeper his cock went the heavier her eyelids got and when he touched her cervix, her eyes closed. Her face was a serene mask of carnal pleasure.

He began to move in and out.

This time I pulled my penis from my sweat pants and lightly fingered it. I knew where we were headed and I eagerly anticipated the moment he filled my wife again with his hot semen. I do not understand the complexities of my desire or why I want to see her fucked, but at last I could admit I wanted to see her fucked all the way. I knew that's what she really wanted too. Obviously Chris desired it as well.

Tiffany did nothing to help him but not from lack of involvement. I know her. She'd done this same once to me. When Tiff reaches her highest level of excitement she loses herself in the moment. Fully connected to her mind and body she turns inward and feels herself getting fucked. Supremely selfish, she absorbs every instant, every second of what's being done to her. She feels his rock-hard desire for her and relishes it.