They embraced each other again for a kiss, their hands exploring the other’s body, feeling one another’s skin against their own. James’s hot cock pressed against her belly and her delicate breasts touched against his ribs, just above his defined abs. Cassie reached for his cock, its velvety skin contrasted to that of his burly hands that groped her body. She stroked it lightly as they kissed.
James needed no more provocation to get his cock ready to fuck her brains out, but Cassie wanted to taste his manhood again. She stopped kissing his lips and moved her tongue down his chest and lightly teased it across his nipple. She lowered herself further, dragging her tongue across his abs until she hit her knees and his dripping manhood was in front of her mouth, ready to be devoured by her willing lips.
“That’s it, suck my cock again,” James whispered.
Cassie engulfed his member, taking it as deep as she could to the cusp of her throat, not quite able to push it past her tonsils. She enjoyed the succulent flavor of his pre-cum and the feeling of how she had to stretch her jaw to fully take in his girthy dick. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft and James ran his fingers through her hair and placed his hands on the back of her head.
He didn’t thrust his hips into her face this time, instead, he let her set the pace and enjoyed the sensations of her mouth on his cock. The roughness of her tongue as it glided across the shaft, the slight tickle of her palate on the head, just before it was firmly squeezed by the entrance of her throat. In and out, over and over, the pleasure from her skillful mouth sent James into a euphoric state as he stood, towering over his solicitous employee.
“Holy shit!” James exhaled.
Feeling the head of his cock swelling in her mouth and tasting more and more jizz oozing from its tip, Cassie stood up and sat on the edge of his desk, parting her legs as she did so. James positioned himself between her legs and leaned in to kiss her. Their tongues entangled and Cassie wrapped one arm around his neck and placed one hand on his ass to pull him between her legs. Instead of obliging, James went to his knees to sample the nectar that flowed so freely from her pussy.
James eyed her manicured pussy as he ran his tongue up her thigh. She’d been wet for several hours by this time and her trimmed pubic hairs were soaked. He began to taste her sweet pussy before he got to her slit, because her wetness ran down her thighs, unobstructed by the panties James confiscated earlier. His tongue found her slippery folds and parted her lips to begin caressing her clitoris.
“MMMMM,” Cassie moaned with approval.
James’s tongue skillfully lapped up her juices as it circled her clit, pausing periodically to suck it. Cassie had her hand on the back of his head and when he sucked her clitoris, the sensation caused her hips to buck forward with pleasure and pull his head deeper into her pussy. Her fingers clinched a fist-full of his hair involuntarily and James knew his pain was her extreme pleasure. He found it difficult to breathe when she grinded her pussy into his face, but he continued to hungrily devour her sweetness and drive her mad with sexual fulfillment.
Sensing she was getting close to orgasm, James pulled his face away from her drenched pussy. He paused to wipe away her sheen from his lips and chin before he stood up and positioned himself between her legs again. Both were already sweating from their oral session and James was slightly out of breath from the tongue-job he gave Cassie. After regaining his composure, James grabbed his cock and began to work it back and forth along her slit.
“You like that?” he asked.
“MMMMM,” she replied.
“Are you ready for my fat cock?”
“Yes!”
James worked his cock up and down her pussy some more. He brought the bare tip to the entrance of her vagina and slid in about half of the head before he pulled it out again and teased her clit. Cassie arched her head back, placed her hands behind her on his desk, and rocked her hips with James’s teasing.
“Do you need it, baby?”
“Fuck me!” Cassie commanded.
“Would your husband approve of me fucking you in my office? Would he like the idea of my bare cock penetrating his bride’s pussy and fucking it until it cums?”
“Yes, he knows how much I need your big cock to satisfy me,” she admitted.
James somehow got even harder with her admission. He liked the thought of stealing married pussy, but he somehow liked the thought of fucking married pussy with her husband’s approval even more. Knowing his role as nothing more than a sex object in their marriage was freeing to him and he was determined to make all other fuck toys obsolete in her life to keep her coming back for more.
“Good,” he replied as he guided his cock to the opening of her pussy once more.
This time, he slid the head halfway in again and paused. Before he could do anything, Cassie rocked her hips forward and engulfed the full length of his cock in her impatient pussy. “No more teasing, fuck me!” Cassie ordered while enjoying the full feeling of his cock inside her.
James slowly worked his massive tool in and out of Cassie’s pussy. He looked down to enjoy the sight of his own cock penetrating her slit, her lips gripped his shaft and almost seemed to yearn for his cock to come back when he pulled it back before another thrust inward. When he shoved his cock balls-deep inside her, her lips spread to take its girth, exposing her clit. James reached down to rub her nubbin with his thumb as he fucked her steadily.
“Do you like how my cock stretches your married pussy out?
“Yes.”
“Do I fuck you better than your husband?”
“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back and pushing her hips into his cock and massaging finger.
“Do you want it harder?”
“Yes, fucking give it to me.”
With that, James grabbed her hips with both hands and began to feverishly pound her pussy with his cock. His heavy cum-filled balls slapped her ass with each forward stroke. He fucked her so hard that his large wooden desk slid out of place, its legs squeaked against the tiled floor with each pounding thrust until it settled against the wall a few inches away.
Cassie almost screamed in pleasure, but feared his secretary, just outside his door, would hear her. She bit her lip and quietly took the pounding, enjoying how her boss’s cock filled her pussy and how the head of it tickled her clit when he pulled it out far enough. Her ass wasn’t touching the desk anymore, James held her hips in the air and she balanced with her hands on his desk as he mercilessly fucked her.
James slowed his onslaught and rested Cassie back down on the desk. Both of them were breathing heavily and sweat glistened off of their naked bodies from the sun filtering through the window. His pounding pace turned into slow, sensual strokes. Cassie could now feel the more subtle pleasures of his large manhood filling her up. She enjoyed the way the head of it brushed against the ridges in her pussy, touching her in ways her husband’s cock couldn’t. Each time his cock brushed against her clit, it sent a shiver through her body.
James pulled his cock from inside her and positioned her facing away from him. He wrapped his arms around her body and ran a hand up her slim torso to cup her breast and tease her nipple with his fingertips from behind. He bent down and kissed her neck and ran his other hand down her belly to the wetness between her legs. Cassie spread her legs to grant him access and James’s cock found its way to between her legs. Cassie reached down with her hand and helped guide his rod into her eager pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you slow and deep,” James whispered in her ear before gliding his tongue along the rim of it.
“MMMMM,” Cassie moaned in response with her eyes closed. She nuzzled the side of her head into his face in response to his kissing her neck.
James methodically pumped his hips, working his stiff member in and out of Cassie’s pussy while massaging her clit with his middle finger. Cassie responded by working her hips in a circular motion as her boss took her from behind.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
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br /> “You like feeling the full length of my hard cock slowly work in and out of your pussy, don’t you? Can your husband’s cock fill you like this?”
“No, it can’t.”
“Are you going to be my little fuck toy and keep coming back for this hard cock?”
The dirty talk and thought of her new addiction to her boss’s cock was enough to send Cassie quivering in orgasm. Her pussy pulsed on James’s raw cock as her knees locked and her toes curled inside her boots. Cassie’s reaction to James’s naughty whisper turned him on immensely and when her pussy tightened around his shaft, he began to release his heavy load of cum deep inside her married pussy. His ass-cheeks tightened with each eruption of cum as he continued to pump is cock deep inside her pussy.
Chapter 12:
The Voyeur
Outside James’s office, Keith sat in his truck in the parking lot, looking into the window. He came by Cassie’s office because she left her jacket at the restaurant, but he never made it inside to give it to her. From his vantage point, he could see everything that went on. Judging by how his hand found its way to his stiff cock, he approved of what he saw, whether he wanted to or not.
Just like that, the fantasy became reality. He was now living his deepest desires. Desires he often shunned as mere fantasies to himself, but pulled to the forefront of his imagination to dance with the from time to time. He enjoyed pornography. He enjoyed his wife; seeing her, touching her, fucking her. But, seeing his wife being fucked before his very eyes by another man, a man more endowed than him, was the precipice of his yearnings and he just stepped over the edge and fell into euphoria.
Strangely, he didn’t feel jealous. He never did when other men checked her out, or made passes at her when he wasn’t around. However, he always thought if he ever did live out his fantasy that jealousy was something he’d have to overcome. The fact was though; he groomed her to fulfill it for him. And in doing so, he succumbed, even if subconsciously, to the fact that he really wanted to watch her receive pleasure from another man.
He often thought it was a strange fantasy for a man to have, seeing one’s wife fuck another man. Most men, insecure men, would be driven into a fit of rage if they thought their wife even entertained the notion of sleeping with another man. In fact, certain cultures practice barbaric customs to prevent extramarital copulations because of their insecurities. Not Keith, no, he reveled in the thought of it.
He couldn’t quite place his finger on why it worked so well for him. Even early in their relationship, any attention another man paid his girl was a mild turn on for him. Was it affirmation that his girl was indeed desirable? Was it a status symbol to other men that he had something they wanted? Was he just so giving that he wanted her to be pleased in ways that he knew he couldn’t please her?
Who knows, he just knew it turned him on in ways normal sex couldn’t. Whenever he was deep in a fantasy while fucking his wife, he could hardly contain himself and came much harder than usual. He always presumed the violent orgasms were probably something evolutionary. He once read something about sperm competition and figured that was the root of his huge orgasms. Being a biology major in college, he always figured there was something evolutionary driving most human behaviors. The sperm competition theory suggests that a male who suspects his mate of breeding with another male will release a larger amount of sperm in an effort to overwhelm the competitor’s sperm and fertilize the egg.
The theory was interesting, but it was hard to completely buy into with the knowledge of most modern mates typically being on some sort of contraception. Maybe it was another sort of competition. Maybe he needed to prove to her that he could fuck her better than anyone else. Seeing how James worked her over, and God did he ever fuck her good, Keith knew he was no competition.
The size of his massive manhood, the aggressiveness of his thrusting, and his stamina even while vigorously fucking her were all things Keith couldn’t compete with. No, Keith was more of a great love maker, not a great fucker. His forte was touching her in the right places at the right times, whispering naughty things in her ear to stoke her fire, and squeezing her close to him when they got close to climaxing.
Keith tried things like holding her arms down and dominantly fucking her or different positions you see in porn, but he always came too quickly from excitement and Cassie didn’t seem to enjoy it coming from him. She seemed to enjoy it when James fucked her hard though. The way she worked her hips into his cock and even guided his cock inside her were all different than when she made love with Keith. With her husband, her movements were always more subtle and sensual, they formed a deeper connection than just fucking.
From what Keith saw through the window, there was something primal in her when she fucked James. Keith wanted to see her react that way when he fucked her, but through years of being together, and his own inabilities, it just didn’t happen. Don’t misunderstand, he got the job done, he just couldn’t do it in that style. This experience was like watching live porn with his favorite actress, his wife.
Keith rarely fantasized about fucking other women himself. Almost every fantasy revolved around his wife, seeing her fuck other men, having her do something dirty and out of character in the bedroom, or asking her to dress more seductively than she liked to draw attention to her, were all things that tripped Keith’s trigger. After watching his wife through the window, he knew he needed to see more. He needed to be a bigger part of her new sexual adventures. He just needed the balls to talk to her about it and figure out how.
Chapter 13:
Rules
Keith lay in their queen sized bed with the TV on in front of him. He wasn’t watching the TV though; it was just on out of habit. He stared intently at his wife getting ready for bed after her shower, enjoying his buzz from a couple stiff bourbons he had before he got in the shower earlier, liquid courage. For someone with so much natural beauty, she sure spent a lot of time in the bathroom in front of the mirror.
He watched her bend over the vanity and peer into the mirror at different spots on her face. Occasionally, she’d pick at something or another. Keith just looked at her 20 minutes ago, before his shower and didn’t notice anything that needed picking at, that’s just what she did every evening though. She applied no less than three different kinds of creams or lotions or something to her face and body. Each one apparently had a specific purpose in her hour-long evening ritual.
She spent almost an equal amount of time in front of the mirror each morning too. Maybe it was worth it, she looked hot as fuck. She had a classy vitality about her too, that only certain women had. She didn’t look like she was trying too hard to look as hot as she did. In short, she spent hours primping to look like she didn’t even try to look so elegant.
He admired her shapely body as she leaned forward at her hips, dipped her back, and cocked her head from side to side, inspecting herself. Her firm ass looked even more titilizing than it did in high school or college, before kids. Her breasts were different now though. They weren’t straight out, perky mounds like they were before having children. They had a delicate swoop to them now, not saggy, just more indicative of a mature woman. To Keith’s dismay, they were also more ticklish than they used to be. Caressing them or delicately nibbling on them enough to satisfy Keith’s desires was a challenge now. She had to be extremely aroused before he dared to sample her flesh there.
Keith recounted what he saw earlier in the day. His wife, his high school sweetheart, getting held, suspended above a desk, by just her hands, her boss’s hands, and his massive cock. He remembered how her tits looked, bouncing back and forth with each lustful thrust of his stiff member. The way she arched her head back in pleasure from his girthy manhood was seared into his memory. How James’s body tensed as he obviously came inside his wife would forever be etched in his mind.
Keith thought most of the day how he was going to broach the subject with her. At first he though he’d just straight up tell her he saw her fucking her boss. After
he thought about that approach for a while, he ultimately felt that would be a little too direct. He thought she may shut down, get embarrassed, and not be open for discussion.
He then figured he’d ask her if she went back and fucked James after lunch, like she said she would. He’d put the ball in her court to see if she was still as forward with her assertions as she was over lunch. That’d take the pressure off of him and let her guide the conversation. But what if she lied? What if she said she didn’t fuck him and she was just talking dirty to her husband over lunch? What would he do then? Would he call her on it? Would he let her think he didn’t know everything? No, that approach had too much potential to blow up in his face and make him question his wife’s loyalty to him as a spouse. He loved her and didn’t want to give himself any reason to question that love or her commitment.
He ultimately decided he’d delve into the conversation by continuing on with the erotic talk from their lunch date. ‘How did James’s hot cock feel when you fucked him after lunch?’ Keith figured he’d be very mater of fact that she really did go fuck her boss within hours of kissing her husband goodbye. Maybe he’d rekindle the flame they started over lunch and have a fiery fuck before bed at the very least.
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