by Vivi King
But it was exactly what I needed!
“AaaaGGGHHH!”
I yelped with a mix of shock and pain which quickly melted into a feeling of incredible fullness.
“Like it rough, Mrs.....?” Tony growled my married name.
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” I gasped as he twisted his hips left and right, moving his cock inside me.
“Think you can you take it, Penny! Think you can you take it all?”
I knew I could take it! The way I felt I could take all Tony could give and more!
“Where are you going to put it, Mister...?” I replied angrily, using his surname as he had used mine and feeling my lubrication working overtime.
“In your pu...”
“Where?” I snapped before he could use that terrible American word.
“In your cunt!”
“That’s right Mister...; in my cunt! In my hot, cheating CUNT!”
It was short, it was violent; it was wonderfully painful but Tony really delivered the goods, thrusting into my eager, begging body from behind over and over again. I’m not sure when or even whether I came but the sensations were overwhelming; raw, crude and animal in intensity.
My arms gave way soon after his thrusting began. My face fell to the floor leaving my bottom stuck obscenely high in the air. His hands were on my hips, pulling me hard onto his cock with every thrust. I felt helpless, desired and violated all at once, my body yielding completely to everything this amazing man wanted to do.
Taken from behind, his cock felt so, so different; twisting my insides, pulling my entrance in different
directions, grinding his pubic hair in new and exciting places. Tony slapped my buttocks hard with his palm once, twice, three times as he plunged into me, thrusting his stubby cock harder and faster until his own climax rushed in on him faster than either of us expected.
“Oh yes! Oh God YESSSS!”
Tony’s voice was hoarse as his orgasm hit and he began to ejaculate inside me. As his cock throbbed in my pulsing vagina I felt his fingernails digging hard into the flesh of my hips as he drove himself violently and uncontrollably into me.
My mind span, picturing rope after rope of warm, pale semen spurting from his smooth head and spreading over the entrance to my still-fertile womb as we both shook and trembled and our first copulation of the day came to a hot, sweaty, messy end.
For a long time re remained locked together panting for breath, our first passion spent; me face down on the floor, Tony lying on my back, crushing me as his cock softened and slipped out.
The whole fabulous first fuck had lasted less than ten minutes.
Afterwards, we lay nestled into each other on the sofa watching the inevitable ‘Sound of Music’ on TV with Tony’s flaccid penis pressed against my bare buttocks. I had kicked off my heels and pulled on one of Tony’s old rugby shirts but was still wearing the hold-up stockings that seemed to arouse him so much. From time to time I wiggled my bottom to see whether any life had returned to his much-desired cock but it was too soon.
“If I was twenty years younger I’d be hard again already,” he sighed, disappointment in his voice as he stroked my left boob.
“If we were twenty years younger we would both have demanding young kids and be too exhausted,” I reassured him, squeezing the fingers on his hand as they toyed with my nipple. “Let’s just enjoy what we have today.”
It sounded mature and reassuring but inside, I badly wanted that thick, ugly cock inside me a second time. In sharp contrast to the lust of our first mating – possibly because the violence had taken us both by surprise - we cuddled close and lovingly in the warmth of the room for a long time. I could feel his lips brushing against the back of my neck or my shoulders and a tingle ran through me.
“I don’t want you to go home today,” Tony murmured.
“Neither do I,” I sighed. “But I have to.”
“I want to spend the night with you; the whole day too. I want to wake up with you, Mrs....” He used my married name again; it made me tingle once more as a warning bell began to sound dimly inside my head.
It would be so easy to fall in love with this man. It would be so easy to agree; to spend the night with him; to wake up with him as he wanted to wake up with me. He hadn’t treated me with the love, care, sensitivity and respect that Pete did but I didn’t want that from a lover. Tony had fucked me hard and roughly, forcing himself upon me in any way he wanted. It was exactly what I had wanted and needed.
The contrast between the passion and brutality of his fucking and the sensitivity – perhaps even adoration with which he was treating me now was hard to reconcile and getting harder to resist.
The danger to my marriage was clear and present.
Fortunately resistance wasn’t the only thing that was getting harder. As the von Trapp family sang their hearts out on the TV, I felt the pressure on the back of my thighs that I had desired so much. I wriggled my bottom against Tony’s groin and to my delight, felt the small hard pressure of his firming erection grow stronger. I wriggled again and heard Tony sigh contentedly.
“That’s better,” I whispered.
“All things come to those who wait,” he chuckled in return.
I had expected him to roll me onto my back prior to mounting me again. My heart thumped in anticipation but instead, Tony slipped his fingers under my left knee and raised my leg a little. His rapidly hardening cock slipped between my upper thighs to lie against my rather open slit. Apparently content with this position, he lowered my leg, trapping his erection tightly against my vulva.
“That’s so good; so tight,” he murmured, planting a kiss on the back of my neck.
I felt him fidgeting; there was a little jiggling against my slit then he began to move forwards and backwards, sawing the top of his shaft all along my recently-used and sensitive slit. At first it felt dry and uncomfortable but as his fingers found my nipple and kisses began to rain across my shoulders I found myself lubricating very satisfactorily.
“So much tighter...”
I pressed my thighs harder together to provide the grip that, after giving birth to three children my vagina could no longer deliver and was pleased hear a sigh of delight from behind my head. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the growing glow between my thighs as Tony’s thick cock was dragged back and forth across my inner lips and clitoris.
It felt good – very good but I needed more.
Raising my left leg again, I reached down and took his shaft in my hand. Once again I was amazed by its girth and bit my lower lip as I directed its smooth tip towards my eager opening from behind.
At first, the angles were all wrong but with a little more wriggling and giggling, I maneuvered my opening onto the tip of his cock and waited expectantly. There was a pause just long enough for him to draw breath, then I felt his body tense, his leg muscles flex and...
“Oh my God!”
Tony’s huge, swollen head burst into my body, plunging maybe half his short length in a single powerful thrust. I squealed as I felt it invade me, our position uncomfortable but bringing new and extraordinary sensations throughout my whole vulva.
If I had thought he was thick before, this angle felt made him feel much thicker, stretching me painfully - but what an amazing pain!
“Are you ok?” he whispered in my ear.
“Mmm! Mmm!” was all I could reply as with a second thrust of his hips, he drove his cock into me as deep as the angle of my buttocks would allow.
“Oh! That’s good,” I heard him sigh again as for a moment our bodies adjusted.
And then he began to fuck me, on my side, from behind. His cock wasn’t long, but he made up for this with the speed and frequency of his thrusts. My husband’s cock is long and thin; his thrusts are long, slow and deep. Tony’s shorter, thicker erection needed faster, more energetic thrusts and I have to say once again he did not disappoint.
Within a minute, my body was trembling as his thick head rasped across my g-spot, the rear-ent
ry angle nearly perfect. He thrust harder into me, his lower belly slapping against my buttocks, the pat- pat-pat muffled by the sofa’s cushions.
Seconds later I began to shake violently as a powerful tremor washed over me. Tony’s pace didn’t falter; instead he thrust relentlessly until another wave broke over me and I twisted on the couch until my face was buried in the cushions. Tony’s body followed mine, his cock still within my vagina until his weight was on my back, thrusting vertically downwards into my shaking body.
“Ooooooooyyyyeeesssss!”
I wailed loudly into the cushion as a third orgasm radiated rapidly out from my loins. This time,Tony’s pace increased markedly, the slapping sounds getting louder and faster, no longer muffled. I felt his knees forcing mine apart and his cock slipped a little further into me. I tried to raise my hips to help him reach deeper into my body, but the increasing force of his thrusts pushed me violently back into the cushions.
“Ooooowwwwwwyyyeeesssss!”
“Oh Penny! Oh Penny!”
This long into our affair, I knew what that tone of voice meant; that his orgasm was merely seconds away. My body stiffened in anticipation. A moment later Tony’s thrusts became wild and violent, hammering me repeatedly into the cushions, driving his short, thick erection hard into my body and as deep as its short length would allow.
“Fuck me! Fuck me Tony,” I growled into the cushion, loud enough for him to hear but not enough for any returning neighbors to detect.
“Pennyyyyy!”
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Cum in me!”
I wailed wildly into the cushion, my body desperate for his seed.
“Oh yessssSSSSS!”
I felt Tony go stiff, his knees digging into the back of my spread thighs as he began to cum. The head of his amazing cock swelled within me, his body went into spasm and he began to ejaculate in my eager vagina.
Though I love orgasms and the pleasure they bring, the wonderful, primitive, almost primeval joy I
get from feeling a man fill me with his seed goes way beyond any physical pleasure a climax can bring. To have that incredible, totally feminine, all-conquering feeling of insemination immediately after a series of orgasms such as I had just enjoyed was for me, close to sexual perfection.
I wanted to scream; to cry out loud as I felt his throbbing and pulsing erection inside me, filling me with his semen and afterwards when he began to soften within me, the tears actually did begin to roll down my cheeks.
“Are you okay Penny? Did I hurt you?”
Tony’s voice was anxious as he pulled his flaccid cock from my body and slipped to his knees alongside the sofa. I looked into his strong, handsome face and realized that despite all my resolve, I really was perilously close to falling in love with this warm, attractive, overwhelmingly sexy man.
My body was already merging with his – I couldn’t let my mind and heart follow.
From the expression on his face, he was already in love with me.
Suddenly I knew that I had to get out of that apartment quickly before it was too late; before we really had fallen for each other and the damage to my marriage was permanent.
I didn’t want to fall in love with Tony; I was already in love with my amazing husband. All I had wanted was great sex. Tony had certainly delivered that yet again but how could I keep things physical without hurting him? How could I avoid hurting my husband? Or myself?
I shook my head and smiled.
“I’m fine. It was lovely. It’s just...”
“Not feeling guilty about Pete I hope?” he asked, misreading my emotions, “I thought it was his idea and...”
“It was his idea. Don’t worry,” I smiled, stroking his cheek and stiffly bending my legs so I could sit on the sofa’s edge, no doubt leaving a damp messy path beneath my vulva. We kissed again but I reluctantly avoided the long, loving embrace that so easily could have ensued. In my post-orgasmic, vulnerable afterglow it wasn’t an easy thing to do.
“I’ll get us another drink!” he said, leaving me trembling softly face down on the rather damp stained sofa cushions.
***
My legs were still a little wobbly when, just after 4pm, I went downstairs to meet my husband. I had put most of my clothes back on but another pair of ruined tights was in my handbag. I didn’t dare put them in Tony’s bin in case his kids found them.
As per Pete’s instructions, I had not showered and my torn knickers were failing miserably to stem the thin trickle that continued to run down my inner thigh. Just how much semen could one man produce?
It was still pouring with rain when Pete saw me come to the door of the block. He got out of the car and came to meet me with the umbrella. That’s when the problem started; I just couldn’t open the door with the ‘release’ button.
I knew how to do it and had done it many times but right then, it just wouldn’t work for me. I started to get a bit worked up about it. After a few minutes struggling I heard footsteps behind me and Tony came into the lobby. He had obviously been watching through the window and guessed something had gone wrong when I didn’t appear in the car park.
For a few moments he fiddled with the lock and after quite a struggle the door finally opened – bringing him face to face with Pete for the first time since he had learned about our affair and less than fifteen minutes since Tony and I had finished having sex!
I had never been more anxious in my life than I was at that moment - and then almost immediately had never been more proud of him.
Clearly wrong-footed, Tony instinctively held out his hand then, seeing Pete made no move to shake it, snapped it back to his waist awkwardly. For a moment the tension in the air was almost unbearable.
“Tony,” Pete said, speaking and nodding slowly.
“Pete,” my lover acknowledged with a matching nod.
“Shall we go Penny?” Pete asked, putting his arm proprietarily around my shaking shoulders.
And that was it! No fighting, no shouting, no accusations. A feeling of pure relief washed over me as we turned towards the car. I was thanking every God in the heavens for my escape when Tony called
out from behind us.
“See you both at New Year!”
We drove in stunned silence for a while then I put my hand on Pete’s left thigh and squeezed it.
“Well done. I’m proud of you,” I said and meant it.
He squeezed my hand in return and said he was proud of me too. For a while he drove holding my hand with our fingers intertwined.
Then it struck me. New Year! The ball!
Pete and I were part of a group of about twenty friends booked into a smart hotel restaurant for the evening. There would be food, a live band and dancing which was great, but I hadn’t thought that Tony would be there too.
The booking had been made almost a year ago, before he and Julie separated. I suppose I just thought neither of them would come; it seems I was wrong. In just two days’ time, my husband, my lover and I would be together for a whole evening!
My nerves returned with a vengeance.
***
When we got to our bedroom we went to what was fast becoming our usual post-date positions; me naked on the bed, legs spread, Pete looking at the ‘scene of the crime’ asking me about my date. I answered honestly even when it clearly caused my husband pain but this time, when it was his turn to fuck me, something changed.
Pete undressed as usual but instead of mounting me violently as before, he began to kiss my boobs - one of which had become noticeably bruised by Tony’s hard squeezing - then kissed down my tummy until he reached my ‘messy parts’.
He paused, staring at the goo on my vulva and in my pubic hair. Then, to my amazement he lowered his head and tentatively licked one of the sticky patches above my dark triangle. He paused again then licked another at the top of my thighs. Then I felt the tip of his tongue tangling in my pubic hair.
“Pete, no...”
My first reaction was to be revolted. I reached down to tr
y and stop him. He ignored the pressure of my fingers on his shoulders and continued licking Tony’s semen from my groin.
“Ohhhhh!” I sighed.
However yucky it was in my mind, the feeling of Pete’s tongue on my sore slit was undeniably pleasant and my husband really wanted to do it. I told myself firmly that this was supposed to be his time, not mine. I’d already had my fun; however disgusting it might feel to me, the least I could do was let him do what he clearly wanted to.
But it didn’t feel disgusting. Pete’s tongue tickled and despite my misgivings, his hot breath was beginning to arouse me. Then to my surprise, he lowered his head deep between my thighs and the next thing I knew, my husband was giving me full-on oral sex, his face buried in my messiest part of all.
Whereas Tony is amazing with his fingers, Pete is even more adept with his tongue as I had learned over the previous twenty-plus years. My body was sore from Tony’s energetic attentions but once I had got over my initial revulsion, I quickly began to enjoy what was really a very pleasant experience indeed.
My legs opened involuntarily; soon I could feel my husband’s eager, searching tongue all over my vulva, seeking out every last drop and spatter of Tony’s semen on and within my body. He teased it from between the tight curls of my pubic hair, plumbing the folds of skin within my slit and at the top of my thighs.
My clitoris was very sore from the hard grinding it had received but I gritted my teeth as Pete’s mouth touched it. There was a little pain but then I felt his tongue slip underneath its fleshy hood.
“Oh Jesus!”
The first wave of climax hit me almost immediately. I grabbed at his hair as I came hard and suddenly. Pete grunted in satisfaction, his tongue thrusting deep into my vagina, eagerly lapping up the extra surge of semen and my own juices that flowed from it and bringing me a second, stronger climax within seconds.
“Please...” I gasped, trying to lift his head away from my crotch.
Pete ignored my feeble protest and continued tonguing me; reaching deep into my body, almost
sucking on my gaping hole until the room filled with crude, unpleasant, slurping sounds.