by Bart Tracer
“Lance Corbin is fucking my wife!” my addled brain screamed. And the truth was, I was enjoying it. All of our fantasies paled next to this. Here was my lovely wife, impaled on another man’s massive cock and it was beautiful. I adored her more than ever as I watched her tightly stretched pussy lips cling to his cock, now slick with her juices. It was hotter than anything I had ever imagined.
“God that’s hot!” I uttered, giving voice to my thoughts.
Lizzie turned her head, peeking at me under Lance’s muscular arm, and grinned adorably, “You like?”
“Fuck yes, Baby!” I gushed, nodding rapidly. “You’re so gorgeous!”
“Awww! What a sweet thing to say!” she cooed, holding my eyes as Lance ground himself between her legs. It was all so ridiculously erotic, exchanging sweet nothings with my wife as she was fucked by another man!
“It’s true,” Lance chimed in. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever been with!” He brushed her pigtail aside and nuzzled her ear as she looked at me. He maintained a steady, slow rhythm, stretching her in preparation for what was to come.
“You guys are going to make me blush,” Lizzie murmured, turning her attention back to her lover.
“I’ll do more than that!” Lance challenged, starting to thrust faster now.
“Promises, promises!” she shot back, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Think you can handle it?” he dared her.
“Why don’t we find out?” she taunted, flashing him a smile and moving her legs sensually higher, dragging the heels of her boots up him until they drummed against his pumping ass.
With that, Lance started to fuck her in earnest. His log-like cock now pistoned in and out of her furry little snatch, as though punishing her for her playful impudence. His previous gentleness evaporated and the effect on Lizzie was dramatic. She gasped and clutched at his flexing biceps, moaning incoherently and spreading her legs even wider as he assaulted her married pussy like a man possessed. His pelvis slammed down into her with each stroke, mashing his coarse pubic hair into hers before retreating until only the bulbous head remained inside her clutching vagina. Then, he rammed himself forward once more. Her long legs bobbed alluringly with each savage thrust, sweeping along his legs and buttocks, caressing him with her cowboy boots. She went wild, wailing in passion as his massive balls bounced repeatedly off her tight butt.
Our lovemaking was always gentle and considerate, ardent but never rough. I had never been this forceful with her. And she was loving it.
“Oh Yesss!” she hissed. “Harder, Lance! Oh God, that’s so big, so perfect! Oh yesss…Fuck me!”
Lizzie’s hands found his ass and she pulled him deep, wiggling her crotch against his as her searing hot pussy gushed around his rod. It was as though she were trying to cram even more of him inside her. She begged him for his manhood, worshipping it with her body. I stood next to the bed watching, forgotten by the two lovers on the bed.
Time and again, I watched her cum for him. On my best day, I was able to give her one, maybe two orgasms. This was a different thing entirely. I lost count of the number of times Lance’s cock made her cum that night. It seemed he could go on forever, pounding into her, fucking her far better than I ever had. But rather than feel threatened by him, I felt a sense of elation. I loved seeing her like this, watching him bring her pleasure.
I was strangely thrilled by the way he was stretching her. I liked how willing she was with him, liked the way she needed his big cock. And I liked the fact that he was bare inside her. The sight of his big balls mashing up against her butt as his horse cock penetrated her far beyond my ability made me dizzy with lust. I wondered just how much sperm such monstrous organs would produce.
“Ohh…ohhh…unghh!” Elizabeth grunted as another orgasm began, her legs held stiffly up in the air, her boots quaking above Lance’s thrusting buttocks. She was oblivious to everything around her as the waves of pleasure swept her over the edge. She came and came and then came some more. I knew that it had been the biggest orgasm of her life.
“Shit, Lizzie!” Lance gasped, now borrowing my pet name for her. “I’m…I’m getting close! Maybe I better…unghh…maybe I better pull out!”
I don’t know if she heard him. Maybe she was still lost in ecstasy, maybe she had forgotten about the condom. Or maybe she felt he deserved it. I guess it doesn’t really matter, but instead of letting him pull out, her little hands clutched his butt in an iron grip, pulling him as deep as she could get him as he lost control.
“Lizzie! Oh FUCK! I…” he shouted in a last ditch effort to fulfill his promise and then it was too late. He began to cum.
From my vantage point, I could clearly see his enormous balls as they rose tight against his hard shaft, pulsing and jumping as he emptied himself inside my willing wife. I was overwhelmed by what was happening. I watched in horror as he ground himself against her sopping hole, grunting and gasping as his seed poured into her. It seemed like he would never stop. He filled her so completely that it began to squeeze out of her, running down his pulsating shaft to drip off his balls. And still he gave her more. The whole time, Lizzie held him firmly in the saddle, taking his gift as she bucked under him. I felt like I would faint from excitement and dread.
They lay, tangled in each other’s arms, trembling and gasping for breath. Her hands still pulled him into her crevice, as though afraid she might miss a drop. The silence was suddenly oppressive. I didn’t know how to feel. My emotions were all a massive jumble as I tried to make sense of it all. There was no denying that it aroused me, the question was, why? He’d fucked her like I never had and then inseminated her as I stood by with a boner! What kind of man got off on something like that? What the fuck was wrong with me?
Elizabeth had finally relinquished possession of Lance’s ass and he rolled off of her limp form. “Oh shit guys, I’m so sorry!” he stammered. “I tried to pull out, honest. I don’t know what happened! I’m so sorry!”
Well, I’ll be damned, I thought to myself, listen to him! He’s trying to be a gentleman and take all the blame for cumming inside her. We both know she wouldn’t let him, but here he is trying to make sure her husband doesn’t kick her ass out! Maybe there was more to Mr. Corbin than I thought.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told him. “We’re all adults here. I think everyone just got caught up in the heat of the moment. Ain’t that right, Liz?”
She rose up on one arm, her legs still spread lewdly and looked at me. All of the sudden, her hand flew to her mouth and she laughed mirthfully. “I’ll say, Baby!” she snickered with delight. “Just look at your jeans!!”
“My what…?” I said, confused. Looking down, I was mortified to find a large wet spot on the front of my jeans. Without even realizing it, I had cum in my pants!
Chapter 8
“Oh shit!” I muttered, trying to cover myself as Lance pulled up his jeans beside the couch. He cinched his belt into place and began gathering up his other clothes, obviously nervous about what had transpired.
“Aww, don’t be embarrassed, Billy! I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she teased me, still not bothering to cover herself. “God knows, I did!” she gushed. “How about you, Lance?”
“Fuck yeah…umm…I mean yes ma’am! God, yes, Lizzie!” he nodded, sitting down to pull on his boots. “It was amazing!”
He put his arms through the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt without bothering to button it and crammed his hat down onto his head. “Um, thanks for a great evening, guys, but I better get some sleep. Don’t want to get bucked off tomorrow and ruin my streak!” he explained as he made his way to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll show you out,” I offered, removing my hands from my crotch. What the hell, I thought, it’s not like everyone here doesn’t already know you nutted in your skivvies. Holding yourself is just going to draw attention to it.
As the door closed behind us, Lance turned quickly, a pained expression on his face.
> “Listen, Bill, I’m really sorry about cummin’ in her! I sure hope you’re not mad!”
“Nonsense, Lance,” I said softly, offering him my hand. “I actually thought it was kinda hot,” I admitted, sheepishly.
He took my hand and shook it firmly. “That’s one very special little lady you got there, Bill. This may be a bit forward of me, but tonight was amazing! Now, if tonight was a one-time deal, I can surely respect that, but if you guys ever, ever want to get together like this again, please holler at me!”
“We might just take you up on that!” I winked at him. Then I turned around and opened the trailer door. I could hear his boots thudding softly away across the parking lot as I stepped inside.
The first thing I noticed when I entered the trailer after being outside in the night air was the smell. Not overpowering, but distinct nonetheless. Superimposed over the omnipresent scent of leather and horses, I could detect her perfume, his aftershave, and sex. The faint odor of sweat, semen, and a woman aroused. Elizabeth’s odor.
Looking at the bed, I was surprised to see that Lizzie still hadn’t bothered to cover herself. In fact, she was still lying there nude with her knees up, propped up on her elbows looking at me. As I drew closer, I shot a furtive glance between her legs. I could see her mound was streaked with sperm, Lance’s sperm. Oh my God! Swallowing, I looked back up quickly to find her watching me through half-lidded eyes.
“You don’t need to be shy, Sweetie,” she purred seductively. “You can look, if you like. I don’t mind.”
Normally, she was shy and reserved, but now she seemed to have no sense of shame. It was slightly disconcerting, but it excited me. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to look. Needed to see what he had done to her. I lowered my eyes once more, my mouth dry. I gasped quietly at the sight of her.
Her crotch was a devastated mess. Large pearl-colored droplets of Lance’s sperm hung glistening in her neatly trimmed bush. Her lips were angry and scarlet red, swollen from the fucking she had just received. Normally, her pussy closed up after sex, but tonight she stayed open. It was hardly surprising, considering Lance’s size, but it both bothered and inflamed me. As I stared, a thick dollop of cum slowly drooled from her gaping sex to slide down the crack of her ass to the sheets beneath her. I groaned.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot, Lizzie,” I growled. “He really did a number on you!”
“And in me,” she said softly. “Sorry about that, by the way. Didn’t really mean for that to happen.”
“It’s okay.” I placed a hand on her creamy white thigh. “I think, in a way, I wanted him to.”
“Wait, what?” she demanded. “What do you mean you ‘wanted him to’?”
I looked up to find her staring at me with one eyebrow raised. “Not at first, but…I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s just… I guess it’s kind of hot that he got to have you so completely!”
“But Baby, I’ve never even let you…”
“I know,” I whispered, looking down. I was suddenly humiliated. “I better get cleaned up.” I started to turn away, when Lizzie’s hand stopped me.
“No baby,” she pleaded, “stay here. Let me help you get undressed.”
Scooting to the edge of the bed, she lowered her feet to the floor and grabbed my belt buckle. As she pulled me to her, I once again found myself staring at her used pussy. Her change in position had caused more of Lance’s sperm to spill out of her and a large drop of him was now sliding sensually down her gorgeous leg, headed for her boot. I shivered and felt my cock jump in my wet pants, suddenly very erect. She felt it, too.
“Wow! I thought for sure you’d be done for the night,” she exclaimed. “But if you think you’re up to it, I’d really like for my husband to make love to me now.”
She hopped up to go get a wash rag while I finished undressing. When she returned, still nude, she positioned me on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me. She began to gently bathe my cock and balls with the warm rag. It felt wonderful. I could feel myself slowly stiffening in her hands. Satisfied with her work, she got to her feet to take the wash rag back to the bathroom.
“Back in just a sec’,” she chirped as she wiggled her way across the room. From the corner of my eye, I spotted something shiny on the linoleum where she had knelt. Looking closer, I was momentarily puzzled to discover a small white puddle. Then it hit me. My wife was leaking her lover’s sperm. I was immediately hard, my dick slapping against my bare belly. Harder than I had ever been.
Elizabeth knelt before me again, forcing me to tear my eyes away from the puddle on the floor. “Wow, is this for me?” she inquired rhetorically before taking my throbbing boner in her mouth. Her little pigtails jiggled delightfully as she bobbed between my legs. I couldn’t help but think about Lance enjoying the same view earlier.
Thinking of him reminded me of the puddle, and my eyes sought it anew. As I stared at it, I felt Lizzie’s mouth leave my penis and her hands pressing against the tip, then stroking rapidly down the shaft. Suddenly, I realized what she was doing. My wife had just rolled a condom onto my dick!
My eyes jerked to my lap. Sure enough, my rock-hard prick was now safely encased in latex. When I looked up, Lizzie smiled sweetly back at me. Glancing hastily at the table by the couch, I no longer saw the condom that had been too small for Lance. What the fuck was going on? Surely this wasn’t the same one…!
“Lizzie, I…” I began to protest, but she placed a finger on my lips.
“Shhh, Sweetheart,” she whispered, “just make love to me now.” And with that, she took my hand and led me to the bed. The same bed where Lance had ravished her.
Turning me around, she pushed me back onto the mattress. When my shoulder blades hit the sheets, I yelped in surprise. There was a big wet spot where she had lain earlier. Damn it! She could have put on new sheets!
“Oops!” she squeaked bashfully, biting her lip. “Guess we made a mess.”
Lifting one leg, she grabbed her boot and started to pull it off.
“No. Leave them on. Please, Lizzie.”
Surprised, she searched my face. “Like Lance?”
“Please?” I smiled, a little embarrassed by my request.
“Alright, Sweetie,” she returned her foot to the floor and crawled languidly onto the bed next to me.
I turned on my side to face her and kissed her softly, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand as I nibbled at her lower lip. “So, I take it you enjoyed it?” I smiled.
“Mm-hmm,” she nodded. “I did.”
She opened her legs as she rolled onto her back, taking me with her. As I moved over her, I could feel the sticky wetness coating the insides of her thighs. My dick twitched as I realized why. Her soft hands closed insistently around my rigid shaft and pulled me to her sodden slit.
Elizabeth had always been very tight. Usually, it took a bit of gentle thrusting to penetrate her completely, Now, I fell into her up to my balls, her heat immediately enveloping me to the root. “Fuck!” I groaned. God, she was loose! But it was somehow electrifying, intensely wicked. I delighted in how foreign her pussy felt around me. Even through the condom, I could feel her heat and her phenomenal wetness, his wetness.
“Oh wow!” The effect wasn’t lost on her. “Baby, you feel so small now!” Then realizing what she had said, her eyes snapped to mine. “Oh! I didn’t mean… I’m sorry! It’s just… Well, he was kinda big.”
“Yeah. I noticed.” I started to grind my hips side to side, wallowing in her looseness. “It’s kinda sexy!”
“Oh yeah?” she hissed. “You like that? Pervert!” she wrinkled her nose at me.
She was so full of cum. It lubricated our coupling, incredibly slick and silky, frightfully nasty. Every time I thrust into her, our loins made a delicious squelching noise, impossible for either of us to ignore. In no time, my entire groin was coated with their combined juices. I was too horny to care.
“It is kinda raunchy, isn’t it?” She whispered as she raked
my back with her nails. “I can barely feel you, Baby.” I shuddered at her words, plunging savagely into her gooey vagina.
“Does that turn you on?”
“Fuck yes!” whined Lizzie. Her hands now moved to her chest and she began to play with her own nipples. “I like that he was bigger!”
“You naughty little slut!” Lordy, she was pushing my buttons!
“What else is a girl to do?” she teased as her boots rubbed up and down my legs. “I mean, if my husband can’t get the job done, I just have to find someone else to do it!” She stuck her tongue out and wiggled her hips against me. In spite of the lack of friction, I could tell she was getting excited.
“Ungh! Fuck! He sure got the job done, though, didn’t he, Lizzie!”
“Oh God yes, Baby! He was incredible!” my wife raved. “Incredible!”
The more we talked about him, the more excited she became. She was getting off on the idea of how naughty she had been. And, to tell the truth, discussing the man who had just been between my wife’s legs was getting to me, too. The excitement of the situation was overwhelming. My wife had fucked another man and now I was screwing her in the same bed. On tangled sheets still damp from her tryst. I couldn’t have been more turned on.
“Would you want to do it again?”
She ignored the question, closing her eyes and turning her head away to chew on the clammy sheets beneath her. I felt a little tremor run through her lithe form.
“Elizabeth,” I pursued, “do you want Lance to fuck you again?”
“I don’t know, Baby. Maybe it’s not such a good idea. Wouldn’t you be jealous?”
“Probably”, I pondered as I pounded her for all I was worth. “Yeah, Lizzie…mmph!..., but watching you take that monster was the most amazing thing ever! You looked, so…I don’t know… so slutty.”
