Prisoners of Halfmoon Key

by Matthew Lee

  He slowed while she recovered and then started up again. Her cunt clung to his shaft like pink taffy. Eventually he worked every inch he had into her and held it there, watching her writhe. I was fascinated by his big balls resting against her asshole. The sack looked as big as a softball. I tried not to think about how much sperm they carried.

  Emma came again right away. I was focused on his shaft sliding in and out when I heard her suck in air and growl. He pumped her faster this time and my wife threw her head back and howled. What did that huge cannon feel like?

  He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the pillow. He shoved her ankles wider with his feet. She was a beautiful butterfly, pinned to a board, and he began to pound her tiny hole relentlessly. She took it. She took it and raised her hips to meet him until her muscles gave out and she collapsed into the bed. He hammered my wife until his sperm began to boil from deep in his nuts and the potent froth started to rise up that long, hard shaft until exploding like lava deep in her fertile womb. He pumped and pumped and pumped out a deluge of semen, howling like a beast as he unleashed his flood of cum. I listened as she begged him for it.

  I stopped stroking lest I shoot.

  He lay atop her, his fat cock a fleshy plug in her tunnel, catching his breath. She curled her legs around his and when he released her wrists she wrapped her arms around his neck. They murmured, too low for me to hear, and remained in that positon a long time. I stayed hard, waiting, wondering.

  When his hips began a slow rhythm, I knew he was ready again. This was so much more than him getting his money’s worth. He wanted to put a baby in my wife. He wanted Emma carrying his child.

  Nnnnngh, fuck, that’s a big cock,” my wife groaned. She lifted her legs away from him and pointed her toes at the ceiling, giving Andrew the deepest possible access to her vagina. Another trick she’d learned with someone else.

  A glob of sperm oozed out of my erect penis and dribbled down the shaft, resting on my balls.

  Andrew bore down and started long-stroking. His balls had loosened a little from his first orgasm so they began to slap Emma’s ass. I risked touching my penis. The sights and sounds were simply too hot not to. Her hands clawed his back, trying to get him deeper, which was not possible. One hand moved to his ass, where she pulled hard, the other sank fingernails into his shoulder.

  “Cum in me,” she snarled. “Oh, God, I love it when your big cock explodes inside me.”

  I let go of my penis. Emma was killing me. I’d never been so excited. Andrew bit her neck and his hips pounded hard.

  “Aggrh!” she cried. “Fuck! Here I cum. Here I cum again! Aaaahhh!”

  Her body locked down and her head flew back. Andrew’s face showed the wet vise-grip her cunt had on him. He grunted and rutted and started to sweat. He battered the tunnel that enveloped his cock, driving my wife over the edge. Her head snapped side to side as her long orgasm shattered her world.

  His ass clenched and he drove his long dick into her heart. I knew that slab of beef spit more sperm. His ass clenched again and his balls lifted, he groaned and then clenched again. More semen shot into her.

  She went limp and then he did too. He dropped on top of her. Neither moved. I looked down at my lap, my penis covered with leaking drool. I was dying to cum but waited still. I don’t know why.

  They drifted off to sleep. I sat gazing at my wife and her big-cocked lover, his member once again a fleshy stopper in her vagina. I crawled on the bed so we had her between us and fell asleep too.

  We awoke around noon and showered and dressed. Emma and I packed and I discovered Paul had left a gift in my suitcase. I unwrapped it and looked down at a shiny new steel cock cage. Emma laughed out loud.

  “Nice!” she said. “I always liked Paul.”

  “Don’t get your hopes up,” I countered. I thought about leaving it behind but added it to my luggage.

  We took a helicopter to Miami but Andrew stayed behind to close the house and pay everyone. On the flight home Emma and I were strangely quiet. Finally, I asked if everything was alright.

  “With me? Absolutely. I’m a little worried about you, I admit.”

  “Why?”

  She gave me a look. “Hello? Did you not just watch me and Andrew? You had to see how different that was between us. I worried we hurt you. Can you take sixty more days of that?”

  “I saw it. I noted the difference. I guess we’ll see.”

  “And you’re okay with it?”

  “Yes. It hurt, that’s true, but watching you is exciting. The hurt adds to my arousal. Also, sixty-one days from now I’ll fuck you to death, so you have that to look forward to.”

  She rested her head on my shoulder and looked out the airplane window.

  “What if I get pregnant?”

  “If,” I said.

  “If.”

  “Then we follow the plan, but that’s a big if. Remember how hard the first two were for us.”

  She grinned. “It’s exciting. I enjoy being pregnant. It’s scandalous it will be another man’s baby. What wild secrets we have, what an exciting life we lead. If I do, I say we keep it secret from our special friends. No one needs to know Andrew has a kid. If he gets me pregnant, only we three should know.”

  “If,” I said again.

  Her grin grew into a smile. “You know he’s coming over tomorrow, right? We have two weeks before the kids get home. I bet he fucks me every night.”

  My throat closed and my mouth went dry. I’d wondered how often he’d take her. I forced myself calm.

  “We’ll have to wait and see what actually happens,” I said. “He’s a busy man. Road-blocks will arise.”

  She snuggled farther under my arm, her head on my chest.

  “I’m happy either way,” she said. “That island will always be a magical place as far as I’m concerned.”

  I laughed. “We were held prisoners there, Emma, remember?”

  She lifted her head to meet my eyes. “No,” she announced. “That’s not correct, Sam. You have it backward. Halfmoon Key set us free.”

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