The conquest of my ass seemed to last forever. There was no pretense of resistance. In fact, I was certain that each time The Cock pulled out, my anus sought to suck it back in, to refill the void created by its sudden departure. This was a dangerous train of thought, so my mind chose to block it out, chose to just enjoy the mix of pleasure, pain and humiliation. Later I would no doubt have to make sense of the fact that I had just sucked my first cock and allowed myself to be all but raped while my wife aided and abetted a total stranger in the act. But that would be later, perhaps days later. Right now, there was nothing else I wanted more.
Now that I had given myself completely to the sensation – to the abuse – I started to feel a familiar build up of tension and pleasure. I didn't really register it at first, but soon the conclusion was inescapable. The Cock was pushing me towards orgasm. I was going to come from pure anal stimulation. My breathing suddenly got much shallower and my wife seemed to sense it. She let go of my arms, held my head in both hands and started kissing my lips, my eyes, my face. She was watching me – watching as I gave in so completely. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but The Cock seemed to pull out just a little further and plunge back in just a little deeper with every thrust. After half a dozen strokes like this, I was done. I cried out and my orgasm hit me hard. My penis, cruelly crushed by my own body weight against the hard table, spurted warm come that got trapped between my stomach and the tabletop. My anus clenched wildly as the orgasm crashed through me. The Cock also tumbled over the edge. I felt it quiver and pulse as, with one last thrust, it exploded inside me.
I must have blacked out for a few seconds because my next realization was a sort of tenderness, an aching emptiness in my ass. The Cock was gone. I hadn't felt it pull out, but my wife would certainly get her wish…my ass would remember it tomorrow. The front door clicked closed and I was alone with my wife. She caressed my head and whispered how "amazing" I was. How no other man would have done that for her and how few would have been willing to even admit that they might like it. Slowly, I regained a little control. I looked into her eyes and found her crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but there was also this grand, adoring, totally incongruous smile on her face. "I love you," she said quite simply, and there was more feeling behind it than I had perhaps ever felt.
"I love you too," I managed.
She helped me off the table. My hair was wet from her tears, my chest and stomach were plastered with my own come and the insides of my thighs were slick from the gobs of James's come that had seeped out of me. She didn't care. She led me to our bed and curled up behind me. Her breasts pressed against my back, her legs entwined in mine, her arms holding me fiercely. "I love you," I said one more time before I passed out.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
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