by Blaise Quin
“Still a tight fit,” said Dwayne. “Although nothing like I’m sure you’ll be.” He grinned at his own joke, then sidled up between Emily’s legs, his massive weapon pointing at her waiting pussy. “Are you ready?”
Emily’s lip trembled. Dwayne’s cock looked even bigger in the condom. This would be the final line.
She looked at Justin. He was still holding himself, his cock harder than she had ever seen it. If she stopped now, it wouldn’t be because Justin was no longer aroused.
She was about to have sex with another man, but Justin was still her husband. She had to be sure.
His lips moved, mouthing the words, I love you.
It was exactly what Emily needed. She and mouthed back: Me too.
She turned to Dwayne and gave him the smallest of nods. That was more than enough for him. He grasped her bent knees and spread her legs even wider. He started to shift forward, but when his cock was just a few inches away from her entrance, he stopped. “You do it.”
Feeling her eyes widen, Emily reached out. Taking Dwayne’s cock in her tiny hands, she slowly guided it to her pussy, already parted from Dwayne’s licking and fingering.
The tip of Dwayne’s cock slipped into Emily’s slit.
She gasped loudly, just the tip enough to open her even wider than she already was. The skin of her folds wrapped tightly around the head, a hint of the stretching that was to come.
Dwayne slowly edged forward on the bed, his cock disappearing bit by bit into her body. Even though he had readied her, even though she was soaking, she was still being stretched like a tight balloon.
Dwayne pressed deeper.
Emily bent her neck forward, looking between her legs, she needed to see. Dwayne slipped in another inch. Her clit was so engorged it rubbed against Dwayne’s shaft. Dwayne shifted his hips forward, and the movement drove his cock a few inches deeper all at once, forcing one of her hands off his shaft. Her other hand was the only barrier left keeping him from being in her all the way.
Her hips pushed down into the bed, looking for a way to relieve the pressure. “It’s too deep!” she gritted out.
“You need to relax,” said Dwayne.
Emily flashed to the time when Justin had fucked her ass, saying those same words. That incredible stretching of her very tight little hole.
And she was feeling it again, but this time in her wide open pussy. That’s how big Dwayne was.
Dwayne reached under Emily’s knees and lifted her legs up, locking her ankles around his shoulders. “Here we go,” he said, and pressed forward. Emily held on to his shaft as long as she could, but then she was forced to let go.
A jolt of—not pain, but pressure. “It’s so thick,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry, you’ll open up and stretch,” said Dwayne. “I’ve dealt with this before. Remember, babies come out of there.”
More talk about babies, about pregnancy. Emily put her hand over her belly, above her womb, as if she were feeling for Dwayne’s cock there. Her whole body was tense, in hesitation, in expectation.
Dwayne made the final push, Emily reacting with a sharp intake of breath. For a long moment they stayed like that, Dwayne deep in her, their bellies touching.
And Emily was rewarded with the complete and utter fullness she had dreamed about, that she had felt only briefly, once with the dildo, once when Justin had been in her ass. So simply—glorious. She expected it would be gone soon, so she focused on it, reveled in it, lost herself in it.
Yet it didn’t leave, wet as she was, aroused as she was, she remained totally, entirely, full. Every possible inch of her body, inside and out, was being pressed against, held.
This was what she was here for, to be completely and utterly filled.
Justin’s gift to her.
Emily smiled, knowing she’d remember this forever.
It couldn’t possibly get any better than this. . .
Until Dwayne started to fuck her.
With his first withdrawal, Emily’s hips lifted off the bed, her pussy so tight she was being dragged along. Out and out came Dwayne’s shaft, stunningly long, and then he slowly slid back into her. Again and again he did this, each thrust methodical and penetrating.
“That feels so good,” was all she could whisper. Her fingers grasped his arms, needing even more connection.
Dwayne increased the speed and power of his thrusts. Emily wrapped her legs tighter around his thighs, her hands moving to his shoulders. Dwayne responded to her grasps by fucking her harder, driving her into the bed, the headboard banging on the wall.
Now Dwayne was grunting too. “So tight,” he muttered. “You’re so wet and still so tight.”
Emily pulled Dwayne toward her even as he lifted up for another thrust. They were totally connected, their bodies touching all over, only Dwayne’s hips rising and falling. He was holding himself up with his elbows, yet his bulk was immense, another great pressure on her. A powerful, alluring pressure, a powerful presence.
“I don’t think I can last with you,” said Dwayne, his voice suggesting he was surprised. “You’re just too tight.”
Emily’s legs spread open improbably far, showing him her excitement.
“I’m going to come,” said Dwayne. “Do you want it?”
Emily dug her fingers into his back, her eyes widening. Her body commanded her voice. “Give it to me!”
Dwayne grunted, driving deep, his ass clenching. Emily knew he was shooting, only a thin layer of latex keeping her safe from his seed.
At his first spasm she came, as much from his arousal as her own, as much from the fullness as the thrusts. She hoped Justin could see, she hoped he was wildly jerking himself off, but she didn’t have the willpower or the strength to open her eyes. Her orgasm was everything, melding with Dwayne’s. Her body was releasing years of not being with men, making up for all the sex she had avoided, all the orgasms not experienced.
She pulled Dwayne even closer. For this glorious moment, she accepted her own selfishness, for once in her life she only thought of herself. Maybe because of that her orgasm lasted longer than any she’d ever had in her life, her entire body taking part, every tiny movement of Dwayne reigniting her own spasms.
Even after he finished she continued to hold him, her legs wrapped around his powerful body. And now, for just one sinful second, she pretended he hadn’t been wearing a condom, that he’d come inside her.
And at that minute she knew there was another experience she simply had to have.
Dwayne finally lifted himself off, his semi hard cock pulling out with a sucking sound.
“I have to admit, that’s a first for me,” said Dwayne. “Usually I can last a lot longer.” The top of the condom was bulging with his cum. “Damn.” He laughed. “You stay right there, I’ll be back.” He got up and disappeared into the bathroom.
Emily stared at the ceiling, so white after Dwayne’s blackness. All at once she came to her senses. Justin.
He was still in the chair, just sitting there, holding a handkerchief over his deflated cock. “Are you all right?” she asked.
“That’s what I was going to ask you.”
“I’m okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Well, better than okay,” she said, smiling. Actually she was dreamily blissful, but didn’t want to embarrass Justin by saying so.
“Was it all you hoped for?”
Emily hesitated. Should she tell him what he might want to hear? What he did want to hear? What he was afraid of hearing?
True to herself, she told him the truth. “It was even better.”
“I’m glad.”
She couldn’t read his voice. Yet because she loved him, because she trusted him, she believed him.
Dwayne came out of the bathroom, without the condom, his cock already semi erect.
“Ready to go again?” he asked.
Emily laughed, thinking he was joking, but when Dwayne started to get on the bed she realized he was serious.
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“I—I think I want to be with my husband now,” she said apologetically. And she did, truly. It was time for this to be about Justin again, and not as a spectator.
Dwayne looked surprised, glancing from Emily to Justin and back.
A woman would forever remember the man who took her virginity, and if she were lucky enough to have had a good experience, would have a special place in her heart for that man, no matter who she loved later. She was blessed that she had both with Justin.
But she would never forget the first man she had become a hotwife with, and for Emily, that man was Dwayne. In a way she felt she owed him, for he had given her a wonderful gift. She wanted him to remember her too, to be special to him.
Emily stood up and put her arms around Dwayne, giving him a deep, warm kiss. “You were incredible,” she explained. “I can’t thank you enough. But this isn’t just about me. I—I hope you understand.” To make it clear, she kissed him again, pressing against his chest, his cock caught between them.
Finally she pulled away, and Dwayne said, “If you keep doing that, I’ll have to get some release.”
Emily smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Maybe another time,” she said. And that was, truly, a real possibility.
I was still sitting in the chair when the door clicked closed. Though Emily and I were now alone, Dwayne’s presence still hovered in the room. Emily suddenly seemed embarrassed by her nakedness.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t in the least bit angry, which should have been the normal reaction of a husband whose wife was shy about being naked in front of him after she’d just had sex with another man.
But what was normal, after what I’d just witnessed?
Instead I smiled, and may have even chuckled, in disbelief. Emily hastened to where I was sitting, kneeling on the floor by my chair, her face a mask of worry.
“Justin. . .”
I put my finger on her lips. “Shh. It’s okay. Everything is just fine.”
“Does that include us?”
I bent over and kissed her on the head, the cheek, the lips. Those same lips that had been around another man’s cock. I had to, to prove to her I still loved her.
She seemed to understand. She slid onto my lap, her arms going around my neck.
“Careful,” I said. “I—I have to clean up.”
She pulled the handkerchief from my hand and squeezed it. “No,” she said emphatically. “I want to see. I want to feel. It’s—proof. That we are good.”
“We’re more than good.”
Emily ran her finger over my cock, still sticky with my own cum. That tiny movement made me twitch, but I was still unprepared for what she did next. She kissed her finger, and then licked it clean.
It was perhaps the sluttiest thing she’d ever done.
My cock sprang up, the fastest recovery of my life. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up. Dwayne wasn’t the only one who could lift her.
I took two steps toward the bed, but she was shaking her head. “No, no. Please, no.”
Denying me.
I deflated, and not just between the legs.
She seemed to sense my disappointment, my pain. “No! It’s not because—I just can’t do it here. Not on that bed. Not in this room. I want to go home, with you.”
A wave of relief washed over me.
I pulled up my pants, suddenly in a great hurry. Emily took a step toward the bathroom. “I have to wash up,” she said.
My cock thickened with a new desire. “Leave it,” I said.
Emily’s eyes widened, and she snatched up her dress.
We were out the door within a minute. She hadn’t even bothered to put on her underwear.
My cock was still hard in the elevator, even as other people got in the car. I didn’t care if anyone noticed. I’d just jerked off in front of another man while he fucked my wife, what could have been more embarrassing than that?
Yet I wasn’t embarrassed, I was wildly aroused.
My erection held as I awkwardly half ran to the car, Emily’s heels clicking on the cement. Neither of us said a word, yet our intensity was evident in how we moved.
In the car Emily placed her hand in my lap. Not stroking me, just communicating her desire. I fought to keep my eyes on the road, incredibly conscious of the fact that she wore no bra, no panties, that she must still be wet between her legs.
In the driveway I threw the shift into park. I didn’t even consider taking the time to put the car in the garage. Our two doors opened and slammed simultaneously.
Inside the house we stood in the foyer, staring at each other. We were both breathing hard, like we’d run much farther than just from the driveway. For me, I needed to see if I was still with my wife, the Emily I knew.
She seemed to sense my thoughts, or perhaps she had her own doubts.
The Emily I knew would wait for me to make the first move. Even after years of marriage that’s how it had always been. Yet what would that imply? Would a wife who just had sex with another man be so hesitant as to wait for her husband to act?
I didn’t know the answer myself. I was torn between wanting the old Emily and being aroused by the woman she was becoming.
“You seemed to enjoy that,” I said. It came out the wrong way, or perhaps I had a hidden anger, because she’d been so obviously turned on by Dwayne. An accusation, more than a titillation.
“Justin. . .”
I pushed her against the wall as Dwayne had done. If he could do it, so could I. Emily’s eyes widened as I roughly lifted her tight dress and shoved my hands between her legs.
“You’re still wet,” I snapped. And she was, soaking. My fingers slipped in easily.
“It’s you, I want to be with you. . .”
“So this is all because of me?” I was being mean, I knew it, but I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know why; I’d been turned on in the hotel room, I was still turned on. Yet whatever jealousy and insecurity I must have been harboring was bubbling over.
Emily’s lip quivered. I flicked her engorged clit and though her worried look didn’t change, she moaned, pressing into my hand.
I had my answer.
I felt suddenly ashamed. I gently kissed her on the lips, the cheek, then her neck. Whispering in her ear, I said, “It’s okay. You can be excited by both of us. Go ahead, say it. I’ll still love you.”
She shook her head vehemently. I pressed hard against her clit, using the flat of my hand to rub her, increasing the pressure with each stroke, pressing her ass hard against the wall.
I wanted her to voice the truth. In this, there could be no lies, or else we’d both regret everything.
“Say it,” I said, my words more gentle than my fingers.
Again she shook her head.
“I need the truth,” I said. “Did you do that just for me?”
“I can’t concentrate. . .”
I stopped stroking her, but didn’t remove my hand, just laying it flat against her mound.
She took my head in both her hands, reached up with her lips, and pressed her mouth against mine. It was as if I was kissing her for the first time, loving, yet lusting. A mix of my Emily and the woman who’d just fucked another man. She slipped her sex tinged tongue into my mouth as her answer to my question.
“I want to go upstairs, to our bed,” she said.
So did I. I took her by the hand and turned toward the stairs, but she stopped me.
“Wait.” She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, then kicked off her fuck me shoes. I’d never seen her completely naked in any room other than the bedroom or bath. That, and the stripping, make my cock jerk painfully in my pants.
“That dress was for him,” she said. “This,” she held her hands wide, displaying her naked body, “is for you.”
I fought the urge to take that body right there.
Instead I let her lead me up the stairs, her tight, firm ass a magnet which pulled me along. By the time we reached the bedroom I had yanked off my shirt
and unbuckled my pants, stepping out of them as we fell onto the bed.
We clumsily pulled the covers off as our hands ran over each other. I wanted all of her, all at once. I wanted to touch her hard nipples, I wanted to see her raw pussy.
Before I had a chance to do either she said, “For a minute there I thought you were jealous.”
“I may have been, just a little.”
She kissed me hard on the mouth, reaching for my shaft. “You’ll never have to be jealous, ever.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible. I hid my uncertainty by asking, “What do you want?”
Emily pulled herself up so that she was looking right into my eyes. “Make love to me.”
This was what I needed to hear, and the way I needed to hear it. I reached into the drawer for a condom. Emily moved to take it from my fingers, but I shook my head. That’s what she had done for Dwayne, and I wanted this to be different. I slipped it on—unable to get out of my head how hard it had been for Emily to fit the magnum size on Dwayne—and snuggled up over her.
That also reminded me too much of how she’d been taken by Dwayne, so I lay down beside her. Gently I cupped her ass and pulled her toward me. I wouldn’t be able to be as deep in this position, but after what she’d just been through, nothing I could do would get me as deep as Dwayne had been.
Emily shimmied in close, and we were joined.
She smiled. “That feels so nice.”
I wondered if she could feel me at all.
I shifted my hips back and forth. Emily’s eyes closed, little moans escaping her lips. Yet I couldn’t be sure if she was reacting to me or still thinking about Dwayne.
I realized I wasn’t going to be able to get Dwayne out of my head. At least for tonight, I’d have to just accept that his shadow was looming over us, watching, just as I had watched him with Emily.
“Was it good?” I asked her.
“It feels wonderful,” she whispered.
“No, not now. Before. Was it really good?”
Her eyes opened, and I knew Emily well enough to understand that she was going to say words only to make me feel better, that she could hear my doubt in both my question and my voice. She’d already told me in the hotel how good it had been with Dwayne, but that had been in the throes of her heat, perhaps telling me what I wanted to hear then. Now might be different.
