So many years of marriage, a happy marriage, were about to go wasted and mayhem was about to explode. My prude, conservative wife, Helen, had gone totally mad when our ******** had announced to us that she was planning to get married to her high school sweetheart. I never saw it coming but Helen was totally opposed to this decision and it was the first time that I saw Helen and Emma, our 19 years old ********, fight so hard. Shouting, yelling, screaming at each other even. My wife saying she shouldn't destroy her life and imprison herself in a marriage, our girl was saying that it was her life and she could do what she wanted with it. And I was in the middle trying to calm them down, a situation I really hope not many husbands and dads have to go into. Worse than the fighting though was the explanation my beloved wife gave me for that outburst of hers.
She didn’t want our girl to do the same mistake with her, to get married so young with the one and only guy she had ever been with. All these years I had thought that Helen was happy with her choice of marrying me and not having tried other men. All these years I thought I had hit the jackpot to find such a loyal and ethical wife. All these years I had never thought that Helen was hiding such a secret deep in her soul.
I was so shocked when she showed me her collection of dildos and vibrators, all kinds of shapes and sizes, from tiny to huge and from plastic to wood. She even showed me her laptop and her membership at a porn site which she was visiting regularly to enjoy herself on her own.
“So why are you showing me all these? Why are you revealing all these to me now?” I asked, totally lost in thoughts and questions about the situation.
“Because this is why I don’t want Emma to get married. I don’t want her to end up like me, having to hide in the basement laundry to please herself with plastic toys!” she yelled back at me and threw one of her dildos to the wall.
“So it is not just for Emma, it is for you too. You are telling me you are sorry we got married!” I replied with raised and tensed up voice.
“I am telling you that if I knew better, I would have slept with others before I got married.!” she says, showing no signs of holding back and releasing all her accumulated anger out.
“Oh so, you say, you wanted to go out, fuck a bunch of guys and then choose the best cock! Is that it?” I shouted at her not believing she was telling me such things.
“You are fucking mean! Fucking lewd!” she stared at me with flame throwing eyes. “I didn’t say I want to be a cock slut” she threw at me, amazing that she used such wards. She turned her back to me and burst out in loud crying. “All I am saying is that I was a virgin for you and I never cheated on you all these years….and I am listening to all these other wives saying about their past experiences, their cheating….but no, I am faithful and I only had one man….I must be like the last woman on earth being like that….I am feeling like I was doomed…liked I was left out!”
Her words sounded like the strongest bell chime ever in my head. Doomed, left out….she had so much anger and sorrow in her, she had so much frustration built in her.
“I never knew…I …” tried to say something but she cut me short.
“And now that you know….what? Are you filing for a divorce now or waiting till tomorrow? You are so mad at me and want to throw me out of our house, want me to get lost, right?” she kept on crying and sobbing, her words hardly understandable.
“You are so wrong!”
“What…you gonna keep me but not talk to me for the rest of our lives? I have cheated on you with my mind, not my soul! And I know you wont take cheating!” she insisted.
“I tell you….you are so wrong!”
“Wrong huh? Prove me wrong!” she turned to look at me with her flushed face, and red tipped nose and tear flooded eyes.
“I will….if you stop crying I will. Just calm down and you will see!” I tried to touch and rub her shoulders but she pulled back.
“I am so sorry….I didn’t mean to tell you, to ever tell you….I don’t know how….”
“Just relax….I have to make a phone call and I need a bit of silence you know….” I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket.
“The lawyer? Calling the lawyer?” she looked at me.
I had never been able to resist her puppy look, I had never been able to watch her cry and not struggle to stop her.
“Will you please keep silent?” I tried to calm her with a smile as I dialed a number on the cell phone and put the call on speaker. Keeping my eyes fixed on my wife’s beautiful face, I went on:
“Hey Paul….how are you….yeah….me too, doing fine. I need your help you know….remember when you told me you would hit on Helen if she wasn’t married…yeah….yeah…..no….not a problem….if you meant it….come by….you will like what you will find here….something like that….no…I am not kidding….seriously….come on….what do I need to say so that you believe….if I am laying, Arsenal FC will never win a championship again…yes that serious….ok….30 minutes….ring the bell….just the two of us…our ******** just left….….see you!”
“What did you do? Paul who? The neighbor?”
“We only have 30 minutes before he arrives…before you can make your biggest dream come true!” I reached for her hands and this time she didn’t move away.
“You mean….what….wait…this is not my hubby, this is not you!” she said with her eyes wide open and no more tears in them.
“And this wasn’t my wife !” I scooped the last tear from her face with my thumb. “If the reason for you getting so upset and venting your frustration out like that is the lack of other men, I can sort it out!” I whispered and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. “We have been through so many tough situations, we won’t let that ruin us!” I said.
“Are you serious? You just called Paul to tell him to come over and fuck me?” she remained still and I could feel her hands were cold.
“This would help you out of that agonizing state, wouldn’t it?” I hugged her like I always did when we had our usual couple fights.
“You will do that for me?”
“I have done so many things for you….”
“Oh….I mean…yes….so many…so much….I…I didn’t want to….” she tried to express herself apparently too confused by my suggestion.
“Just skip the talking and go get ready….20 minutes left!” I kissed her forehead and gave her a pat on the butt.
“Twenty minutes….yes…I will go now….yes….I will be in the bedroom…waiting….dressed up!” she said and off she took.
I banged the wall with my fist when I was sure she was upstairs, I heard the water running in the pipes, sign that she was taking a quick shower. What on earth had just happened? Had I given her the green light to fuck someone else? Had she just accepted it? Why had I failed to understand that she had such frustration hidden in her? How had I never noticed that she needed sex with others? How did she manage to hide it so well? Why did I offer to solve it for her. So many doubts for what I had offered, so many questions for her, so little time to analyze them and come up with answers. I heard the door bell ring and I ran upstairs. As if the shock I had received already was not enough, there was more coming. There was Helen coming down the stairs wearing something she had never tried on before. A full body fishnet stockings…with big holes where her breasts and crotch were.
“I bought you this a year ago and you never wore it!” I said as I watched her try and balance on her 5” inch high heels.
“I know….it is so sluttish….and now it’s the time to wear it!” she smiled at me, her face with no sign of pain or sorrow, like it was half an hour earlier.
“Yeah…..sluts wear these…” I nodded at her.
“And tonight I am going to be a slut!” she said and walked to the door.
What on earth was happening? 'What on earth' was becoming the phrase that was hitting my mind every few seconds that night. Did she just call herself a slut when as half an hour earlier she had shouted at me for calling her a slut? Was she walking to the front door to meet Paul? Her curvy figure, with the few extra pounds on her butt, plump and soft swaying his way? I couldn’t’ see her as she walked to the hall but I heard some giggling….and then Paul saying something like “wait…sure….fuck!” And then they appeared in the living room. Paul looked at me but he couldn’t say much, Helen was kissing him passionately as she drove him to the couch and literary threw him against it.
She got on top of him like a wild kitten, kissing him, sucking on his lips and tongue, lapping on his face as her hand was struggling to undo his jeans and pull his cock out. And when she got it out, she kept it in her fist, stared at it and lowered her face over ii, licked all around it before starting to suck it….doing all of that in less than one minute.
“Fuck, she knows how to suck!” Paul was finally heard as he started rocking his hips up and down sending his length and girth deeper in her mouth.
She was like sitting next to him and leaning to the side to be able to suck his cock and his arm was under hers, his hand reaching for her ample, big tits, squeezing them and groping them hard in his fist, pulling on them even. Helen was moaning and slurping around that cock already and she didn’t seem to mind me being there. She kept sucking and didn’t complain. Like she would usually do with me, when Paul put his hand on her head and started pushing it down. Lower and lower, I could see her struggling to swallow all of his cock. She even kicked her feet out as she was trying to hold her head down, her lips wide stretched, sucking her tammy in before she forced her head up.
“Fuck, I cant swallow him like I swallow you!” she said and tried to catch her breaths as she scooped a bit of thick spit of off her lips with the back of her hand.
“I am sure you can!” Paul jumped in and pushed his cock back in her mouth again.
And he wasn’t as kind and gentle as I used to be when I did that to her. He forced his cock up Helen’s mouth and slammed his hand in her head forcing it down. He was so manly doing it, brutal almost, pushing in and pushing down, not stopping even though her moaning became real loud. Even though she gagged.
“One more try! Do it!” he wrapped her hair around his fist as she let her up for a breather. Not a long one, just a few seconds as she coughed a little “Do it!” he ordered her and down her head went. “Don’t fight it! Suck it deep! Lips on my balls!” Do it!”
I couldn’t believe what on earth was going on. I had never treated her like that. The few times I had tried to be less than gentle with her, she had stopped me and protested. But not this time, not with him. She was struggling and striving to do it simultaneously! And she did.
“Yeah that’s it! There, there there!” he pushed his hips all the way up, and kept her face down and I could clearly see his cock totally disappearing in her mouth.
She pulled away and collapsed on the couch, panting and coughing, looking like a real slut in her body fishnet, her hair a mess, a couple of tears from the gagging and her thighs wide open showing her exposed cunt through the hole.
“Go get her a beer, she needs it!” Paul told me and laughed as he turned to her and started kissing her, his hands wandering all over her body clumsily.
What on earth once again was happening. The man who was fucking my wife’s mouth like that was ordering me around. Helen needed something to drink so I went and grabbed a bottle from the fridge. I needed some time to try and confront this setting. It was happening faster than light speed. Her loud moan though took me out of my calming time. Back to the lounger I went to find them still in the sofa, her moaning in his mouth as they kissed, three of his fingers shoved up her snatch and rocketing in and out like crazy. His arm was pushing her one thigh up sending her knee to smash against her tit, her other foot was in the air, her show barely still hanging on it. And most importantly she was cumming and she was cumming hard, biting her lips between kissing, moaning, scratching his back over his t-shirt. She was in such a horny state. I dare admit more than I had ever made her go into.
“Aren’t you a lucky one?” Paul said when he spotted me with the beer bottle and Helen’s orgasm started subsiding. “Your husband brings you beer, and I bring you cock!” he laughed and pulled his fingers out and handling her like a string puppet he had her go on all fours on the couch, across its length. He knelt with one leg on the cushion and then other on the floor and grabbed the beer from me to take a large sip down before handing it to Helen. “Drink all you can quick, you won’t be able to drink once I start!”
He jumped out of his clothes finally leaving just his socks on. With his cock hard like steel, holding it in hand, he positioned himself behind her and rubbed it on her pussy as she started sipping some beer down. Her face was priceless the moment he entered her. Her eyes went wide, she threw her head back, tossed the beer bottle off her hand and her mouth was wide open, beer slipping out of it as she let out a loud moan, to the point of sounding like screaming. He had shoved his dick all the way in her, one thrust to jam his length and girth in her love hole.
“Fuck….stop….fuck…it is so big!” she shouted out and instinctively she tried to move her butt away from him.
“Too big for you?” he asked as his cock slipped out of her and he held still for a few seconds before totally ignoring her and forcing it in her again.
“So big, so big, so big!” she shouted out again, throwing her head up and down, her eyes empty of focus but full of lust.
“Too big?” he asked again and pulled it out, spat on it and before she could answer shoved it back in her.
She didn’t say a word this time, only moaning, her fists clenching the cushions as she finally pushed her head up and looked at me. Her body was rocking forth and back from Paul;s thrusting, he had started giving it to her, in a real manly, brutal way, long deep strokes with tempo. It was like his cock was pushing the oxygen out of her lungs and she was breathing in when he was pulling back.
“He is so much bigger!” she told me and pushed her hand out. “No no, drink!” she said as I tried to hold her hand, thinking she was asking for it.
Alas, I was wrong. She didn’t want a soothing touch or a helpful hand, she wanted something to drink, apparently to clear her throat. I reached for the bottle, some beer still left in it and handed it to her to get a good sip.
“Fuck, this is real!” she moaned throwing the bottle down again as she looked at Paul over her shoulders. “Don’t stop!”
“Not too big for you now?” she laughed and grabbed her round big fat ass cheeks, groped them and spanked them.
“It’s so big, I want it all!” she said with no shame. “Show me how big cocks fuck!”
From then on it was a sex show for me. Paul fucked her real good. The more he kept fucking her, the more orgasms she was getting. It was like she had gone in an orgasm trance, coming every 2-3 minutes, Again and again and over again. He was so brutal with her, he was fucking her like a piece of sex meat, his cock stretching her cunt, his hands slapping her ass, pinching her thick nipples, kneading her big tits like if she were a milking cow.
What on earth was happening! And I kept watching and watching, not believing what I was watching, not doing anything to stop them. He rolled her over at some point, pulled her butt on the edge of the sofa and knelt between her thighs before nailing his cock back in her cunt, Her knees were up against his shoulder and I so clearly remember her feet like taking free kicks in the air following his rocking pace. She came again before he announced he was going to cum. One last thrust and his cock went all deep and he started shaking, obviously emptying his balls in her.
Her final orgasm was equally loud, full of “yes” and “yeah” before he pulled out. She looked at me and bat her eyelids a couple of times before saying she was going to faint.
“Thank you so much, mate!” Paul patted me on the shoulder as he started dressing up. “This was awesome!” he had a huge smile on his face and he leaned to give Helen a last sloppy tongue kiss as she laid in the couch all spent. “Call me any time!” he added and just left us alone.
I don’t know how much time, how many minutes went by before the next development occurred. I was just standing there, a couple of feet away from the couch, looking at my freshly fucked wife, spread legs and cunt with cum oozing out, sweaty and messy hair, boobs falling to the side, no more heels on her, an image of pure after lust state, a picture of a well used slut left to recover.
“You have never fucked me like that!” were her first words when she decided to talk. “Never ever!”
“What does this mean? Won’t I fuck you again?” was the first thing that came to mind to say.
“Fuck me now!” she forced her knees up holding them with her hands, her cummy cunt exposed and a little white creek ornamenting her butt hole.
“I don’t want to!”
I stormed out of the living room, grabbed my car keys and ran to it. I slammed the door as I got in and span the wheels to drive away from all this. Two blocks down I stopped the car in a dark alley and without thinking I took my cock out of my pants. I had been hard the whole time the show was on. Two or three rubs on my cock had me erupting on my pants and shirt. It was the best porn I had ever watched in my life and I had no idea what was coming next. Only thing I knew was that I would have to face the changes sooner or later.
She didn’t want our girl to do the same mistake with her, to get married so young with the one and only guy she had ever been with. All these years I had thought that Helen was happy with her choice of marrying me and not having tried other men. All these years I thought I had hit the jackpot to find such a loyal and ethical wife. All these years I had never thought that Helen was hiding such a secret deep in her soul.
I was so shocked when she showed me her collection of dildos and vibrators, all kinds of shapes and sizes, from tiny to huge and from plastic to wood. She even showed me her laptop and her membership at a porn site which she was visiting regularly to enjoy herself on her own.
“So why are you showing me all these? Why are you revealing all these to me now?” I asked, totally lost in thoughts and questions about the situation.
“Because this is why I don’t want Emma to get married. I don’t want her to end up like me, having to hide in the basement laundry to please herself with plastic toys!” she yelled back at me and threw one of her dildos to the wall.
“So it is not just for Emma, it is for you too. You are telling me you are sorry we got married!” I replied with raised and tensed up voice.
“I am telling you that if I knew better, I would have slept with others before I got married.!” she says, showing no signs of holding back and releasing all her accumulated anger out.
“Oh so, you say, you wanted to go out, fuck a bunch of guys and then choose the best cock! Is that it?” I shouted at her not believing she was telling me such things.
“You are fucking mean! Fucking lewd!” she stared at me with flame throwing eyes. “I didn’t say I want to be a cock slut” she threw at me, amazing that she used such wards. She turned her back to me and burst out in loud crying. “All I am saying is that I was a virgin for you and I never cheated on you all these years….and I am listening to all these other wives saying about their past experiences, their cheating….but no, I am faithful and I only had one man….I must be like the last woman on earth being like that….I am feeling like I was doomed…liked I was left out!”
Her words sounded like the strongest bell chime ever in my head. Doomed, left out….she had so much anger and sorrow in her, she had so much frustration built in her.
“I never knew…I …” tried to say something but she cut me short.
“And now that you know….what? Are you filing for a divorce now or waiting till tomorrow? You are so mad at me and want to throw me out of our house, want me to get lost, right?” she kept on crying and sobbing, her words hardly understandable.
“You are so wrong!”
“What…you gonna keep me but not talk to me for the rest of our lives? I have cheated on you with my mind, not my soul! And I know you wont take cheating!” she insisted.
“I tell you….you are so wrong!”
“Wrong huh? Prove me wrong!” she turned to look at me with her flushed face, and red tipped nose and tear flooded eyes.
“I will….if you stop crying I will. Just calm down and you will see!” I tried to touch and rub her shoulders but she pulled back.
“I am so sorry….I didn’t mean to tell you, to ever tell you….I don’t know how….”
“Just relax….I have to make a phone call and I need a bit of silence you know….” I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket.
“The lawyer? Calling the lawyer?” she looked at me.
I had never been able to resist her puppy look, I had never been able to watch her cry and not struggle to stop her.
“Will you please keep silent?” I tried to calm her with a smile as I dialed a number on the cell phone and put the call on speaker. Keeping my eyes fixed on my wife’s beautiful face, I went on:
“Hey Paul….how are you….yeah….me too, doing fine. I need your help you know….remember when you told me you would hit on Helen if she wasn’t married…yeah….yeah…..no….not a problem….if you meant it….come by….you will like what you will find here….something like that….no…I am not kidding….seriously….come on….what do I need to say so that you believe….if I am laying, Arsenal FC will never win a championship again…yes that serious….ok….30 minutes….ring the bell….just the two of us…our ******** just left….….see you!”
“What did you do? Paul who? The neighbor?”
“We only have 30 minutes before he arrives…before you can make your biggest dream come true!” I reached for her hands and this time she didn’t move away.
“You mean….what….wait…this is not my hubby, this is not you!” she said with her eyes wide open and no more tears in them.
“And this wasn’t my wife !” I scooped the last tear from her face with my thumb. “If the reason for you getting so upset and venting your frustration out like that is the lack of other men, I can sort it out!” I whispered and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. “We have been through so many tough situations, we won’t let that ruin us!” I said.
“Are you serious? You just called Paul to tell him to come over and fuck me?” she remained still and I could feel her hands were cold.
“This would help you out of that agonizing state, wouldn’t it?” I hugged her like I always did when we had our usual couple fights.
“You will do that for me?”
“I have done so many things for you….”
“Oh….I mean…yes….so many…so much….I…I didn’t want to….” she tried to express herself apparently too confused by my suggestion.
“Just skip the talking and go get ready….20 minutes left!” I kissed her forehead and gave her a pat on the butt.
“Twenty minutes….yes…I will go now….yes….I will be in the bedroom…waiting….dressed up!” she said and off she took.
I banged the wall with my fist when I was sure she was upstairs, I heard the water running in the pipes, sign that she was taking a quick shower. What on earth had just happened? Had I given her the green light to fuck someone else? Had she just accepted it? Why had I failed to understand that she had such frustration hidden in her? How had I never noticed that she needed sex with others? How did she manage to hide it so well? Why did I offer to solve it for her. So many doubts for what I had offered, so many questions for her, so little time to analyze them and come up with answers. I heard the door bell ring and I ran upstairs. As if the shock I had received already was not enough, there was more coming. There was Helen coming down the stairs wearing something she had never tried on before. A full body fishnet stockings…with big holes where her breasts and crotch were.
“I bought you this a year ago and you never wore it!” I said as I watched her try and balance on her 5” inch high heels.
“I know….it is so sluttish….and now it’s the time to wear it!” she smiled at me, her face with no sign of pain or sorrow, like it was half an hour earlier.
“Yeah…..sluts wear these…” I nodded at her.
“And tonight I am going to be a slut!” she said and walked to the door.
What on earth was happening? 'What on earth' was becoming the phrase that was hitting my mind every few seconds that night. Did she just call herself a slut when as half an hour earlier she had shouted at me for calling her a slut? Was she walking to the front door to meet Paul? Her curvy figure, with the few extra pounds on her butt, plump and soft swaying his way? I couldn’t’ see her as she walked to the hall but I heard some giggling….and then Paul saying something like “wait…sure….fuck!” And then they appeared in the living room. Paul looked at me but he couldn’t say much, Helen was kissing him passionately as she drove him to the couch and literary threw him against it.
She got on top of him like a wild kitten, kissing him, sucking on his lips and tongue, lapping on his face as her hand was struggling to undo his jeans and pull his cock out. And when she got it out, she kept it in her fist, stared at it and lowered her face over ii, licked all around it before starting to suck it….doing all of that in less than one minute.
“Fuck, she knows how to suck!” Paul was finally heard as he started rocking his hips up and down sending his length and girth deeper in her mouth.
She was like sitting next to him and leaning to the side to be able to suck his cock and his arm was under hers, his hand reaching for her ample, big tits, squeezing them and groping them hard in his fist, pulling on them even. Helen was moaning and slurping around that cock already and she didn’t seem to mind me being there. She kept sucking and didn’t complain. Like she would usually do with me, when Paul put his hand on her head and started pushing it down. Lower and lower, I could see her struggling to swallow all of his cock. She even kicked her feet out as she was trying to hold her head down, her lips wide stretched, sucking her tammy in before she forced her head up.
“Fuck, I cant swallow him like I swallow you!” she said and tried to catch her breaths as she scooped a bit of thick spit of off her lips with the back of her hand.
“I am sure you can!” Paul jumped in and pushed his cock back in her mouth again.
And he wasn’t as kind and gentle as I used to be when I did that to her. He forced his cock up Helen’s mouth and slammed his hand in her head forcing it down. He was so manly doing it, brutal almost, pushing in and pushing down, not stopping even though her moaning became real loud. Even though she gagged.
“One more try! Do it!” he wrapped her hair around his fist as she let her up for a breather. Not a long one, just a few seconds as she coughed a little “Do it!” he ordered her and down her head went. “Don’t fight it! Suck it deep! Lips on my balls!” Do it!”
I couldn’t believe what on earth was going on. I had never treated her like that. The few times I had tried to be less than gentle with her, she had stopped me and protested. But not this time, not with him. She was struggling and striving to do it simultaneously! And she did.
“Yeah that’s it! There, there there!” he pushed his hips all the way up, and kept her face down and I could clearly see his cock totally disappearing in her mouth.
She pulled away and collapsed on the couch, panting and coughing, looking like a real slut in her body fishnet, her hair a mess, a couple of tears from the gagging and her thighs wide open showing her exposed cunt through the hole.
“Go get her a beer, she needs it!” Paul told me and laughed as he turned to her and started kissing her, his hands wandering all over her body clumsily.
What on earth once again was happening. The man who was fucking my wife’s mouth like that was ordering me around. Helen needed something to drink so I went and grabbed a bottle from the fridge. I needed some time to try and confront this setting. It was happening faster than light speed. Her loud moan though took me out of my calming time. Back to the lounger I went to find them still in the sofa, her moaning in his mouth as they kissed, three of his fingers shoved up her snatch and rocketing in and out like crazy. His arm was pushing her one thigh up sending her knee to smash against her tit, her other foot was in the air, her show barely still hanging on it. And most importantly she was cumming and she was cumming hard, biting her lips between kissing, moaning, scratching his back over his t-shirt. She was in such a horny state. I dare admit more than I had ever made her go into.
“Aren’t you a lucky one?” Paul said when he spotted me with the beer bottle and Helen’s orgasm started subsiding. “Your husband brings you beer, and I bring you cock!” he laughed and pulled his fingers out and handling her like a string puppet he had her go on all fours on the couch, across its length. He knelt with one leg on the cushion and then other on the floor and grabbed the beer from me to take a large sip down before handing it to Helen. “Drink all you can quick, you won’t be able to drink once I start!”
He jumped out of his clothes finally leaving just his socks on. With his cock hard like steel, holding it in hand, he positioned himself behind her and rubbed it on her pussy as she started sipping some beer down. Her face was priceless the moment he entered her. Her eyes went wide, she threw her head back, tossed the beer bottle off her hand and her mouth was wide open, beer slipping out of it as she let out a loud moan, to the point of sounding like screaming. He had shoved his dick all the way in her, one thrust to jam his length and girth in her love hole.
“Fuck….stop….fuck…it is so big!” she shouted out and instinctively she tried to move her butt away from him.
“Too big for you?” he asked as his cock slipped out of her and he held still for a few seconds before totally ignoring her and forcing it in her again.
“So big, so big, so big!” she shouted out again, throwing her head up and down, her eyes empty of focus but full of lust.
“Too big?” he asked again and pulled it out, spat on it and before she could answer shoved it back in her.
She didn’t say a word this time, only moaning, her fists clenching the cushions as she finally pushed her head up and looked at me. Her body was rocking forth and back from Paul;s thrusting, he had started giving it to her, in a real manly, brutal way, long deep strokes with tempo. It was like his cock was pushing the oxygen out of her lungs and she was breathing in when he was pulling back.
“He is so much bigger!” she told me and pushed her hand out. “No no, drink!” she said as I tried to hold her hand, thinking she was asking for it.
Alas, I was wrong. She didn’t want a soothing touch or a helpful hand, she wanted something to drink, apparently to clear her throat. I reached for the bottle, some beer still left in it and handed it to her to get a good sip.
“Fuck, this is real!” she moaned throwing the bottle down again as she looked at Paul over her shoulders. “Don’t stop!”
“Not too big for you now?” she laughed and grabbed her round big fat ass cheeks, groped them and spanked them.
“It’s so big, I want it all!” she said with no shame. “Show me how big cocks fuck!”
From then on it was a sex show for me. Paul fucked her real good. The more he kept fucking her, the more orgasms she was getting. It was like she had gone in an orgasm trance, coming every 2-3 minutes, Again and again and over again. He was so brutal with her, he was fucking her like a piece of sex meat, his cock stretching her cunt, his hands slapping her ass, pinching her thick nipples, kneading her big tits like if she were a milking cow.
What on earth was happening! And I kept watching and watching, not believing what I was watching, not doing anything to stop them. He rolled her over at some point, pulled her butt on the edge of the sofa and knelt between her thighs before nailing his cock back in her cunt, Her knees were up against his shoulder and I so clearly remember her feet like taking free kicks in the air following his rocking pace. She came again before he announced he was going to cum. One last thrust and his cock went all deep and he started shaking, obviously emptying his balls in her.
Her final orgasm was equally loud, full of “yes” and “yeah” before he pulled out. She looked at me and bat her eyelids a couple of times before saying she was going to faint.
“Thank you so much, mate!” Paul patted me on the shoulder as he started dressing up. “This was awesome!” he had a huge smile on his face and he leaned to give Helen a last sloppy tongue kiss as she laid in the couch all spent. “Call me any time!” he added and just left us alone.
I don’t know how much time, how many minutes went by before the next development occurred. I was just standing there, a couple of feet away from the couch, looking at my freshly fucked wife, spread legs and cunt with cum oozing out, sweaty and messy hair, boobs falling to the side, no more heels on her, an image of pure after lust state, a picture of a well used slut left to recover.
“You have never fucked me like that!” were her first words when she decided to talk. “Never ever!”
“What does this mean? Won’t I fuck you again?” was the first thing that came to mind to say.
“Fuck me now!” she forced her knees up holding them with her hands, her cummy cunt exposed and a little white creek ornamenting her butt hole.
“I don’t want to!”
I stormed out of the living room, grabbed my car keys and ran to it. I slammed the door as I got in and span the wheels to drive away from all this. Two blocks down I stopped the car in a dark alley and without thinking I took my cock out of my pants. I had been hard the whole time the show was on. Two or three rubs on my cock had me erupting on my pants and shirt. It was the best porn I had ever watched in my life and I had no idea what was coming next. Only thing I knew was that I would have to face the changes sooner or later.
