“Oh, oh, oh!” Jordan cried again. “I can't take it. You're too big!”
At this moment, she opened her eyes and looked at me again. It wasn't a look begging for help, I could see. My cock reacted by squeezing more and more precum from the tip, and throbbing to all new levels of aching pain.
Tyrese began to fuck her wildly again. He switched his grip on her, and now held her hands together with one of his giant paws, and her left buttock with the other. He held her in place while he pummeled her, but her body was scooting up the bed, and her head clanged into the headboard.
“It hurts!” Jordan wailed, but her voice had the tone of willing victim. “Oh god! Oh fuck!”
Ty ignored her, and continued to fuck her hard.
He opened his fingers and let one of her hands drop to her side. It fell like a corpse's hand, and then Jordan moved it to try and push herself up, but Ty tisked at her. “Stay like that,” he said. “I want you to make yourself come.”
He slowed his fucking again.
“Do that and it won't be much longer, baby.”
Jordan lifted her torso to slide her hand beneath her body, and I saw slivers of her fingers in her pussy when Ty pulled back and his big balls swung away from her body. But I had to rely on him to know how close Jordan was coming. “Mmmm,” he murmured, over and over, each time more pleased than the last.
“That's it,” he whispered, when Jordan turned her face to the pillow and screamed into it. I knew her body was spasming with pleasure and how her hot flesh was pulsing around his cock. I knew what it felt like but I was not the one who was feeling it now. She must have been so tight around his girth that her orgasm was even more intense on his flesh.
She dropped her hand. He reached down and grabbed her hair. He wound it around his hand like the reins of a horse.
I sucked in my breath.
Jordan was utterly exhausted, so when he pulled her up by the hair she went with him as though she were not conscious. She let her other hand drop to the bed to prop herself up, but besides that, she was like a limp doll is his hands.
He began to slam into her, counterbalancing the force of his thrusts with his grip on her hair. Jordan took it silently until she couldn't bear it any more, and then she began to howl. Her voice rattled with each of his thrusts, and the sound she was making was incomprehensible.
And then, with a loud grunt, Ty thrust deep inside of her and pulled on her hair and ground his seed into her ass. He held her immobile while he yelled through his long orgasm, and Jordan whimpered as he thrust the last of his seed up inside of her.
Then he let her drop to the bed. But he didn't pull out of her. Instead, he remained there, panting, with his cock still inside of her.
I looked at his cock. All but two inches of it was still embedded in her ass and stretching her open. It seemed to still be hard.
My own cock was ready to explode.
I knew I should probably move away, but I wanted one final treat for myself. I really wanted to see Jordan's ass when he pulled himself out of her. My instinct for sexual desire was stronger than that of self-preservation. I remained where I was, my eyes riveted to his cock and her stretched hole.
Jordan was panting on the bed, and when he still didn't pull out from inside of her, she squirmed a little.
He leaned down and slid his hand along her ribs and then under her body, lifting her with one chiseled arm like she weighed no more than a glass of water. He pulled her back against his chest, and leaned back on his heels. He had her breast in his hand and he kneaded it.
Jordan gasped as the weight of her own body shifted onto his cock.
“You don't wanna go one more time?” he said.
I froze.
No way he would do that.
She couldn't take it. I couldn't take it.
And yet…
Jordan ground herself on top of him and moaned.
She wasn't going to do this?
She leaned her head back against his shoulder. “I can't,” she whispered. “I can't take any more.”
I watched his hand as it moved up and down her body, playing with her breasts and then brushing over her navel. He wouldn't actually be able to do this himself, would he?
He pushed her forward again, and actually began to move back and forth in her ass. Jordan moaned, and shook her head. “No way,” she laughed. “I need a break.”
He slapped her left buttock, and a shiver of fear went through me before I realized it was a playful slap. His cock slid from inside of Jordan's ass: he had only been joking.
And there it was. The sight I had wanted so badly to see. I wanted it so badly I unwisely stood there, staring at it: the red-rimmed, gaping hole of Jordan's ass. Fully stretched to a black hole, one a dollar coin could easily fit inside of. And dribbling from her quivering insides: Ty's creamy seed. Dripping down to her pussy, and onto her thighs.
Ty moved, and I caught the movement in my eye like an animal of prey: I jerked back behind the wall and stepped backward very quickly. Fear was flooding my body. What if he saw me?
The image of Jordan's ass, though, filled or gaped, rocking on top of him or getting pummeled by his cock, would not leave me. Not for a long time. Nor the sound of her voice, wailing into the pillow.
When I got to the hallway I was suddenly filled with panic: where should I hide? I wanted to see anything more that happened between them but I did not, under any circumstances, want to get caught by Ty.
I heard movement in the bedroom, and it seemed to be coming closer. I turned and strode as quickly and silently as I could into the living room.
I was aghast that I had left the closet door open. I flailed over to it, and then I heard footsteps in the hall. I flung myself into the closet and shut the door behind me.
I had made entirely too much noise.
I closed my eyes as tightly as I could, until I was seeing green.
I held my breath.
I waited for the door to open, and for the blow of Ty's fist to land on my head.
I wondered if I should jump out and get it over with?
But after a few minutes, which seemed like years, I realized that nothing was happening. I opened my eyes. As if to answer my confusion when I saw the kitchen and living room empty, the sound of the shower started down the hallway.
My fear subsided, which left room for my memories of the evening to come flooding into my mind. As if they were physical entities, they caressed and sucked at my already-hard cock until I couldn't take it anymore.
I unfastened my belt and my pants, and grasped my cock in my hand. I let still image after still image of my wife with Ty flip through my mind: her mouth wrapped around his cock, his seed on her cheeks and forehead, her stretched ass. I thought I could even smell her from here.
It took almost nothing to send myself over the edge, and I fell to my knees when I did. I gaped with an open mouth into the darkness of the closet as my seed spilled all over the floor. The orgasm came through me so hard I felt as though I had been hit by a truck.
I calmed my breathing and listened, praying no one had heard me.
No one, Tyrese.
But nothing happened. A clock ticked. The shower water kept running.
I put my hands on my knees.
“Enough,” I told myself in the dark.
That was enough.
I leaned back against some sleeping bags that were piled in the closet. I don't know what I had been expecting to happen at the end of this tryst, but I hadn't been smart enough to know I would end up trapped in the closet. I should have stashed a blanket and pillow for myself.
It didn't matter.
I was totally drained.
I think I must have fallen asleep in less than a minute, before the shower even stopped running.
I either dreamed or it really happened: I awoke in the middle of the night and heard the gasping and panting of my wife and Ty going at it again. I had several dreams which really were dreams, in which I left the closet and w
ent to watch them. In one dream, Ty caught me and started to chase me. In another, I just watched as he fucked her again, twice as hard as before, until his cum began to drip from her mouth, like a fondue fountain.
But there was one time where I just lay in the closet, clutching my hands to my chest, my cock getting harder and harder, as I listened to more of Jordan's howling, and the slapping of his ebony skin against hers.
I watched them through the slats as they moved around in the living room and kitchen the next morning.
“I hate to make you leave so early,” Jordan said. “But...you know.”
Ty shrugged, and stood behind her, scooping her up into his arms. He kissed her neck, and then stole a bagel she had made from the plate.
He waved it at the air. “What is this made of, birdseed?” he said. “Nah. No, I'm taking you out for real food.”
I had to pee so badly I could feel my kidneys. My cock was hard from my dreams or my reality or both, and I felt another pain – my heart – as I watched my wife flirt with the idea of going out to breakfast with Ty.
She smiled. “No can do,” she said. “Gotta be at a meeting by eight.”
“On a Saturday? What is it you do again?”
She placed her arms over his shoulders and gave him a kiss. He began to slide his hands down and into the bathrobe she was wearing, feeling for her body, hoping to get more of it. “I could tell you,” she said. “But then I'd have to kill you.”
This made him smile, and dive further into her bathrobe.
She slapped his hand away playfully. “C'mon,” she said. “I have to go. So you do, too. No bagel?”
He shook his head.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She kissed him on the cheek. “You know how to get out.”
It was cold, but she said it sweetly.
He folded his arms and looked at the plate on the counter. He shrugged and picked up the bagel.
Taking a bit of it, though, he decided better, and swept up his wallet, keys, and jacket.
He disappeared from view. And then the door clicked open. And closed.
A N ENDING
Jordan opened the door.
“How was it?”
She actually looked a little worried.
I wanted to tell her I was relieved to see that expression on her face.
I realized, in that moment, that this was the one situation Jordan didn't feel 100% confident about.
And that was flattering.
It sort of slid a little control in my direction as well.
I hugged her. “It was fucking hot,” I said. “Incredible.”
She hugged me back, and I could feel that she really wanted the embrace.
We had the condo for two more days, but after Jordan showered again and we sat down with coffee, in a strange silence, I looked at Jordan.
“Let's get out of here,” I said.
She threw her grainy bagel on a plate. “God, I was hoping you would say that.”
“This place isn't really us,” I said.
She shook her head in agreement and started sliding things into the trash with enthusiasm.
On the way home, she held my hand.
“You okay?”
I nodded.
I was, in fact, okay.
“It was good. It was a good ending to all of this,” I said, finally.
“And we needed to wrap it up, I think,” Jordan said.
I wondered if she felt this was true for the same reasons I did.
But did it matter?
“Yep,” I agreed.
I mean, I agreed didn't I?
This was something we needed to quit.
“But it was fun.”
“Yeah, it was fun.”
Jordan opened her purse and took out a cigarette.
I looked at her as she blew smoke out the window.
“You're not taking that up again, are you?” I was compelled to say.
Jordan smiled and took another drag. “I'm quitting,” she said.
And then a long pause.
“This is my last one.”
I turned just in time to see the remainder of a smile disappearing from the corner of her mouth.
So I guess the one thing I can take away from all of this with any certainty, is this:
I married an incredible women.
END
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