Conflagration (9 page)

“I really do. I've been with very few men; you were easily the biggest. I thought you were probably as big as they got. I love these things. They cast a spell on me. Seriously, David, his mesmerized me. Cocks are the ultimate masculine object. A woman and her body seem to all flow together but a man and his penis seem like two separate things; each needs to be judged on its own merits.”

I chuckled.

“Maybe it's just me. Maybe other women don't see things the same way I do. I don't care. All I know is Chris opened my eyes. Chris elevated things to a whole new level.”

She'd been rhythmically stroking me as she spoke so I adjusted my hips to make it easier to orgasm. She realized what I did and stopped.

“No you don't, mister. No orgasm for you. You have to save it for tomorrow night. After Chris leaves I'm going to need my handsome husband to ravage me.”

“I can do both; cumming now and cumming then.”

“
Ravage
. I want you a little crazy.” She lay my penis down on my belly.

I grumbled and she kissed my balls.

Her talk about size and having Chris's baby had me churning inside and intensely turned-on but I felt strange saying so. Do Ray and Janet have conversations like this? I made a mental note to call Ray after tomorrow. I figured I'd most likely need some kind of therapy.

I was useless at work the next day. Tiff and I exchanged a few boring texts about groceries and bills and then just after lunch I received one that said she left work early and heading home to get ready. Her last text said she'd buy condoms, which I had already forgotten again, and reminded me to get in my hiding spot early. I got nothing done. Basically I sat and stared at the clock for five hours. Just before I left work I got a text from her that said she was on her way to the restaurant. Attached to the text was a picture of her pussy, shaved as smooth as a cue ball. I was stiff on the elevator ride down.

The house smelled of perfume and lotion and held the humidity from her recent hot shower. I wandered through our empty home and tried to hold back the rising tide of adrenaline. This was madness. The corner of a rug was flipped and knew she'd been hurrying for him. On the bathroom mirror was a tiny mark of mascara and I knew she'd looked her best for him. Every little detail drove me crazy.

On a hunch I went to her nightstand and opened the drawer. Two black square foil packets with the word, Magnum, in gold, written from corner to corner, right on top of her copy of
A people's history of the United States,
by Howard Zinn.

This was really happening. I checked on my spot in the closet and tried to figure out what to do until she got home. In the trash I found tags from the new items she'd purchased for tonight. I looked them up on-line. Tiffany was out right now in a sheer rose long sleeved top, black lace push-up bra, extra short ruby mini-skirt and black stiletto pumps with red bottoms. In the den I poured a whiskey and finished it in two gulps.

Thirty minutes later I sent a text because a husband in Europe would. I asked how her night went and if she was having fun. I asked if anything had happened yet. She did not answer. I changed into slippers, baggy sweat pants, and a loose T-shirt.

A little after seven I heard our automatic garage door start to lift. So early! They must have skipped dessert. They probably didn't finish dinner. I took time to glance around one last time but I'd been careful.  I quickly settled myself into my hidden throne.

The connecting door to the garage opened as the big door outside began a trip back down and his and her voices drifted down the hall to me. They laughed and had fun, relaxed and playful. I heard Chris ask where I was and Tiffany said I was out on a date and wouldn't be home until after midnight.

“That's not enough time,” Chris joked. I heard clothing rustle and then silence and then lips smack. Footsteps echoed down the hall until their feet hit the bedroom carpet.

“Give me a second,” Tiff asked, heading for the bathroom. At the last second she glanced at my hiding place. I knew she could not see me but I looked her right in the eyes. She was nervous and excited.

As soon as the bathroom door closed Chris began to undress. His shoes came off and then his socks and shirt. down came his pants, which he dropped in a pile on top of his shoes. He stood up and hooked his thumbs and down came his underwear,

He was rock hard and already huge. I remembered him from the shower that night but he seemed bigger. He casually stroked it a few times and faced the bathroom door. Wouldn't Tiffany be surprised? His muscles seemed bigger too. Maybe Tiff wasn't the only one hitting the gym a little harder.

I heard the bathroom light and fan turn off and the door open. Tiff stepped out and her eyes landed on him and quickly darted down to his erect cock where they stayed. She rolled both lips into her mouth. Her eyes came up and traveled his body and face and then dropped back down to his erect cock.

“Is that for me?” she asked.

He nodded once.

“You're a God,” she admitted.

“No, I'm just a man. The only mythological creature in this room is you; you're a Goddess.”

Corny. Pure cheese. But wow did it ever work some magic on Tiff. The signs were subtle but she melted. She was his for the taking. She lifted a foot and slipped the strap off her heel and then did the same for the other foot. She lost five inches in height. Chris stepped closer and Tiff told him to stop.

“I want to remember this moment,” she breathed, again running her eyes all over him.

Chris stopped and awkwardly waited. His cock seemed to be harder and thicker than before. Finally, he could stand no more and stepped up to Tiffany. He unbuttoned her rose colored blouse and her hands drifted down to his shaft. There was plenty of room for both with cock left over. His cock was a security blanket and she dreaded letting go. She had to let go when he removed her top and she did so reluctantly.

He stalked her, slow confident steps as he circled. She stood trembling in her own bedroom. He came up behind her and I held my breath as he kissed the nape of my wife's neck. As he moved closer he eased his shaft between her thighs until the head extended a few inches in front. His deft fingers flipped her bra clasp and the cups separated slightly from the globes. Gentle fingertips slid the straps down her arms as soft kisses all over her skin raised goose bumps. The bra landed at her feet.

He leaned back to look at the ruby skirt that hugged her round ass and I understood the look of appreciation on his face.

“You
are
a Goddess,” he breathed. He slid his hands down her back and over her butt. He cupped each cheek and lifted and separated. Tiffany gasped. His thighs flexed. Tiffany groaned. He released her ass cheeks and moved his hands back up her body until they snaked around in front and cupped her big warm tits. He pulled her body back against his and his legs flexed again and I heard all the air leave my wife's lungs. He drove her crazy. With their bodies pressed together he again kissed her neck and shoulders. My wife rocked her hips. Panic blasted my brain. Was he inside her already?

No. He dipped his hips and pulled his penis back and then thrust forward. Two or three inches of large shiny wet cock jutted out in front, mashing my wife's labia and rubbing across her clit. I was stunned. Her juices had him shiny from the head to halfway down the shaft. She wore no panties. Out in public in a skirt that short I'd assumed she had. Her bare pussy was pressed directly against his cock flesh. He worked it while he stood behind her, back and forth across her pussy and clitoris, driving her crazy, making her feel her own emptiness and long to be filled.

He turned her to face him and she looked slightly drunk. She was more aroused than I'd ever seen her and having a hard time containing it. Her eyes rolled around unfocused. Her jaw worked. Her legs shook. Her hands were fists at her sides. When he looked down at his glistening cock she followed his eyes and moaned.

“That's you all over me,” he said.

“I want you so badly,” she said, her voice quivering. “I can't stand it. No man has ever made me feel like this. Let me suck it.”

He hooked his thumbs in the waist of her skirt and slid it over her hips. She stepped out of it and then she was completely naked just like him. My heart ached at her beauty. She looked so vulnerable and gorgeous. Her inner labia protruded slightly. Her nipples had swollen. His large cock pointed right at her belly button like a threat; he was a robber, stealing her purse with a spear aimed at her belly.

He held her face in both hands and kissed her and the impact of all the dates they shared before tonight became obvious. This was not two strangers hot for each other. That would be too limiting for Tiffany. This was a man and woman that knew each other and had hours and hours of pent-up want seeking a way out. As he kissed her she once again wrapped both hands around his cock. He tangled the fingers of both hands in her hair and slowly forced her head down.

My wife sank to her knees and opened her mouth. Her eyes closed. Her lips reached for him blindly and made contact on the large head and she steered his shaft into her sucking mouth. Chris sighed.

My wife orally worshiped his cock. He was too big and stiff to take more than half but what she could take she accepted with adoration. Her cheeks dented as she sucked powerfully on the tip before sliding him to the back of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around inside and occasionally escaped her mouth as she licked along his veins and arteries. She dipped her head and pulled an entire testicle into her mouth where she rolled it around before spitting it out to service the other one. She pulled his dick down until it pointed at the floor and then ran the flat of her tongue from head to base along the top, following an extra thick vein. When a drop of pre-cum welled at the tip, she licked it away.

He grew even harder. I'd not have thought it possible but he did. Blood surged and his veins stood up like ridges. His head flared and turned deep red. His balls rose until they were tight at the base. The shaft darkened. The sight of his erection left Tiffany weak. She seemed to run out of strength. The sight of his powerful organ left her docile, submissive, and conquered.

He took her hands and helped her to her feet. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to our bed where he lay her on her back and then moved between her knees. He kissed up her thighs, higher and higher, until his mouth found her soaked slit. In seconds his writhing tongue tore her first climax from her.

Too sensitive to continue there, he moved his mouth higher, kissing and nibbling her tummy, her ribs, the bottoms of her gorgeous breasts. His hot mouth closed on an erect nipple and her back arched.

“Ooooohhhh my God! You're killing me, Chris.”

Her hand found the back of his head and held his mouth there. His tongue rolled and rubbed her nipple mercilessly. Movement farther down their bodies drew my eye.

His cock was only an inch from her opening. Her hips were unconsciously undulating, seeking contact. Adrenaline surged in my blood. He moved his mouth to her other breast and a long deep moan escaped her when he closed on this new nipple. He moved his mouth up to hers and his cock crept forward. They kissed and the hole of his penis grazed her swollen labia. A strand of pre-cum connected them from lip to tip. The head of his cock nudged her a few random times and then came to rest between her labia. Her hips stopped moving.

They stopped kissing and gazed into each other's eyes.

My heart hammered hard enough to break ribs. Stop! He was bare and huge and hard as red steel. My wife was drenched and wanted him desperately, her face a twisted mask of pure desire. He was poised right outside her body. She breathed shallow and fast.

“Con-” she gasped, trying desperately to speak.

He pressed the head of his penis firmly against her pussy lips, mashing them.

She gasped and tried to speak again.

“Oh God, condom, Chris,” she barely exhaled.

“Is that what you want? Is that what you want really? For our first time?”

Her eyes searched his. She bit her top lip. The moment froze for me and it seemed like forever before she gave him a slight shake of her head.

“Me either. Put me in you,” he confidently commanded. “I know you want me as much as I want you. Show me. Guide me in.”

Tiffany reached down. For two seconds she seemed confused and then realized how big he truly was. She sent her second hand to join the first and rubbed him up and down opening her pussy lips. Then she pulled him forward.

Her head snapped back. “OOOOooohhhh, God!” my wife cried. “Ohhh, God, yes. Fuck!”

Chris flexed his ass a little and pushed another inch deep.

“Fuuuuck! Uuunngghh! Do it!” She howled. “Soooooo biiiiiig.”

Chris tightened the muscles of his body and hunched his hips. Inch after inch sank into her scalding fleshy folds, wrapping his erection in hot wet flesh. Her tight steaming tunnel enveloped and surrounded him.

When he moaned my wife lost her mind.

“You like that, Lover? Do I make you feel good? Fuck me, Chris! Oh Christ! You like being inside me? Push it in. I need you in me. Push it all the way in, Lover. I've wanted you for so long PUSH IT IN AAAAAaaaahhh!”

Chris drove it deep. Chris drove his enormous, unprotected, cum-drooling cock into my wife until he reached the end of her. She jerked and for a half second he worried he'd hurt her but she grabbed his face and yelled at him to fuck her hard.