Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  She nodded, and felt the tip of his cock slide between her ass cheeks. He placed it at the opening and then rested one hand on her hips. She presumed his other hand was holding his cock straight out. She took a deep breath and pushed herself slowly backwards.

  She felt herself opening up, wider than she’d expected. It was uncomfortable. She pushed back a little harder and was opened wider still. It was getting painful so she started to breathe like mothers in labour, with short puffs. She was just about to take a break when she felt the head of his cock slip inside her. The pain lessened, and she experienced a strange, intense fullness that wasn’t actually very pleasant. But she was determined to do this. She wanted to conquer it.

  Slowly, she pushed herself back a little further. She felt a lump in her throat, as if her stomach was being pushed upwards through her body, which obviously wasn’t the case. She forced herself to relax, and the discomfort eased. She started to rock herself back and forwards on his cock, the sensation no longer hurting.

  Her breathing was ragged. She licked her lips, sighed. She was doing it, she was actually doing it, even though she wasn’t feeling the pleasure yet. “Okay, I’m ready for you to move.”

  G-J put both hands on her hips. “Does it feel okay?”

  She dropped her head down and breathed through her mouth. “Yeah, it feels good.” Not actually true. “Fuck me.”

  He gripped her hips and started to move with slow, shallow thrusts.

  Sophie gritted her teeth and pushed her body back to meet his thrusts. “Yeah, like that. Fuck me.”

  He did as she asked, and her discomfort subsided as he slid slowly in and out of her. His fingers gripped into her hips and he banged her a little harder, but he was still being gentle, and not going in too deep.

  “If you want to come again, you’ll probably have to touch yourself.”

  She could hear his breathing had become more laboured and guessed he might be getting close to his own release.

  “Play with your clit, Sophie.”

  She did as he said, moving her fingers on either side of it. She felt his balls slapping against her fingers; he was all the way inside her now.

  He let out a grunt and she knew he was coming. She moved her fingers quickly and managed to make herself come immediately. Both of them cried out, and he pushed hard and she felt a stab of pain deep inside. She dropped her head to the pillow, her eyes watered and her feet kicked up and down on the mattress. Then he pulled back and slipped out of her with a wet plop.

  She heard him roll the condom off and then he entered her sex in a single plunge. She cried out in surprise. He fucked her hard, pounding her from behind and crushing her head against the headboard.

  “Ah…” He sounded in pain, his breathless groan barely louder than a whisper.

  She didn’t know if he was coming again, or having a heart attack. She worked her fingers on her clit, desperate to come again, but his cock was softening, and no matter how much she chased it, the final orgasm evaded her.

  They both slowed their movements and Sophie lowered herself onto the mattress, exhausted. He rolled off her and lay next to her. His breathing was ragged, his face ashen.

  She began to worry. “Are you all right?”

  He laughed and shook his head. “Twenty years ago, I could come twice nearly every time I had sex. I usually withdrew for the first one, and then went back inside and would come again.”

  She watched him lick his lips.

  “I haven’t been able to do that for a long time, but I did it tonight.”

  She leaned close and kissed him on his cheek. “Was it nice?”

  When he smiled it emphasised the wrinkles on his face. “It was better than nice.” He blinked his eyes, as if still surprised. “What about you? Did you enjoy your first try at anal sex?”

  She thought about it. The act had turned her on, but it had been the thought of what she was doing rather than the feelings she experienced that had made it feel good. “It wasn’t like I expected.”

  He looked into her eyes. “Compare it to when you lost your virginity. Did you enjoy intercourse the first time?”

  Sophie shook her head. “No, it was a big disappointment.”

  He nodded. “It’ll get better, but it’s never going to be as pleasurable as intercourse. Some women can come from anal, but most need some other kind of stimulation to achieve orgasm.”

  “Well, my intention is to have another cock inside me while I do it. I want to feel what Sara had.”

  He laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”

  She slid her arm around his waist. “I’m glad you think so.”

  They lay in silence for a few moments, then he took a breath. “I’m afraid we’ll have to go home sooner than I’d planned.”

  “Oh?” She was disappointed, but tried not to show it.

  “I’d hoped to stay for a few days, but something needs sorting and I’ll have to be in the office on Thursday.”

  Today was Monday. “So, when do we leave?”

  “I’ve booked a flight for Wednesday afternoon. It’s not ideal, because we’ll arrive in the early hours of Thursday morning, UK time. So we’ll have to drive back to Miami on Wednesday morning.”

  She smiled. “So we’ll have all day tomorrow?”

  “Yes.”

  “And tomorrow night…”

  He laughed. “Sophie, you have to remember I’m an old man.”

  “Oh, I’ll try and be gentle.”

  They lay together for a few more moments, then he got out of bed and disposed of the condom. They took a shower, washing each other gently. Her backside was a little tender.

  When they came out of the bathroom G-J glanced at the sheets of his bed. There were several wet patches. “I think we should sleep in your bed tonight.”

  Sophie nodded and they walked naked to the other bedroom, where they both fell asleep within a matter of minutes.

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  Chapter Fifteen

  Jim had stayed at Naomi’s house for six consecutive nights, and he’d been as happy as he could ever remember. He’d driven straight there from work in the evenings, and even when Naomi had been at the pub, he’d still got a thrill from walking into her house. She’d worked Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, and on both nights he’d gone to the pub for the last couple of hours of her shift; just being in her presence cheered him up.

  They’d slept together every night, though hadn’t always made love. Both seemed happy simply being together. During the evenings when Naomi hadn’t been working, they’d cuddled and watched TV, chatting like a regular couple. He was amazed how comfortable he felt when they were together.

  Jim was at work on Thursday morning when he got a phone call. He saw from the caller ID that it was Sophie’s mobile. He tried to hide his disappointment as he picked up.

  “Ah, so you’re not in hospital then.” Her voice sounded playful.

  “Sorry?”

  “When I got home last night and you weren’t here, I was worried that you’d been involved in an accident.”

  “You’re home? I thought you’d phone to tell me when you were planning on coming home. Or at least let me know where you were.” His voice had grown a little colder.

  “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t get a signal.”

  Jim was sure she was lying, but he couldn’t be bothered to argue. “So, are you at work now?”

  “No, I’ve taken the day off. We landed at three this morning, so I’ve only just woke up.”

  Checking his watch, he saw it was almost eleven. “Right. I’ll see you later.”

  “Okay. If you want to come home for lunch, I can make you something. Or I could just fuck your brains out while I describe what it felt like to have an eleven-inch cock ramming into me.”

  His cock twitched, and he was annoyed at himself. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get away. We have a meeting that starts at one.”

  “That
’s okay, it’ll wait until tonight. I’ll have a lazy day, maybe a bath before you come home.”

  He frowned. Something about her voice when she’d said ‘home’ seemed to be loaded, somehow. Maybe he was imagining it. “Well, I’ll try and leave here a little earlier if I can.”

  “Good.” She gave a husky giggle which turned him on, and he hated his own weakness. He had no doubt whatsoever that she’d get what she wanted from him later.

  Jim ended the call and phoned Naomi immediately.

  “Hello, you.”

  He smiled at the sound of her voice, but hesitated before speaking.

  “She’s coming home, isn’t she?” There was a hint of resignation in her tone.

  “She’s already there. She landed at three this morning and got home to an empty house.”

  “Oh. Was she mad?”

  “She has no right to be mad, considering what she’s been doing.”

  “No, I suppose not.”

  “I’m sorry, Naomi.” He was sorrier than he dared admit.

  “Don’t be silly. I know you’re married, and these extra few days were a lovely bonus.”

  He listened to her voice, imagined her expression as she tried to sound positive to ease his guilt. “I’ve left some clothes—”

  “I’ll wash and iron them for you. I’ll even find a space for them in one of the wardrobes.”

  He smiled broadly. “Thanks. I’ll phone and we can meet up in the next few days.”

  “That’d be great, but Sophie’s been away for a week. Maybe you should spend some time with her.”

  His stomach went cold. Was she dumping him? “Naomi?”

  “It’s okay, Jim. I know how things work. Just enjoy yourself and don’t worry about me. Call me next week, okay?”

  What she was actually saying was: spend a few days getting off on your wife’s infidelities, then come back to me. Naomi’s tolerance just made his self-loathing stronger.

  “I’ll miss you.”

  “I’ll miss you too, love.” Her voice was warm, intimate and soft.

  He ached at the thought of not seeing her. He ended the call and took a deep breath. Then he returned to preparing his presentation for the meeting.

  * * * *

  When Jim walked in through their back door, he could smell dinner cooking in the oven. As he walked through to the living room, Sophie got up from one of the sofas. She looked amazing. She was barefoot, wearing a short denim skirt and white blouse, her hair piled on top of her head and held in place with a large clasp. But the most striking thing was her skin; she had an amazing tan.

  “Wow, looks like you’ve been in the sun.”

  She smiled and walked towards him. He could smell her perfume. She hugged him, kissed him on the cheek. “I’ve been to the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico, and it was really sunny in both places.”

  He nodded and held her gaze for a second. His cock twitched and he despised his weakness, the sway she held over him.

  “I’ve made a chicken casserole. Are you hungry now?”

  He shook his head. “Not particularly…”

  She smiled knowingly and rubbed his cock through the material of his trousers. “Good.”

  Despite his intentions to resist, Jim’s cock hardened under her touch. He took a deep breath.

  She smiled. “Are we going to fuck in here, or shall I take you to bed?”

  He looked into her eyes, his stomach tightening with anger and lust. “Where do you want to get fucked?”

  She looked round at the sofa behind her. “Here’s fine.” She walked to the window overlooking the front garden and closed the curtains. Then she slowly walked the length of the room and closed the curtains of the patio doors overlooking their back garden. She stopped in front of him and began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes fixed on his.

  His throat was dry. “So, tell me about your big black man.”

  She slid her blouse off her shoulders, her bare breasts standing proud without a bra.

  He saw they were as tanned as the rest of her body and knew she hadn’t worn a bikini top while she sunbathed.

  She smiled at his expression; she’d obviously worked out what he was thinking. “It was a private villa, so there was no need to wear a swimming costume.”

  He nodded, watched her skirt as she let it slip down her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties, and there were no tan-line there, either. She’d sunbathed nude.

  Now completely naked, she stepped back and sat on the sofa. She spread her legs and ran her hand over her sex. “I’m sure this has shrunk back to its usual size if you want to try it for snugness.”

  Jim began undoing his shirt buttons. “How did it feel to have it stretched?”

  She pushed a finger inside herself and fluttered her eyes. “It felt uncomfortable and painful.” She smiled. “But only at first.”

  He dropped his shirt on the floor and kicked off his shoes. “How long for?”

  Sophie inserted a second finger. “A couple of minutes, until I got accustomed to the girth.”

  “And after that?”

  She smiled as she fingered herself. “After that it felt amazing.”

  As he pushed his trousers and shorts down his thighs his cock sprang out, rock hard and slightly wet. But it was nothing like eleven inches long. “Did he push it all the way in?”

  She held his eye. “Oh yes.”

  He stepped out of his trousers and walked to stand immediately in front of her. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock. Jim gripped her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. He shuddered at the warm softness. She removed her hand from her sex and wanked his cock, making him groan. But then she released him from her mouth and stood up next to him, her hand still gripping his cock.

  She nodded at the sofa. “Sit down there.”

  Jim did as instructed and she straddled him, guiding his cock inside her as she lowered herself down.

  She let out a sigh then opened her eyes. “How does that feel?”

  “It feels good.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, it does.”

  “Not too small?”

  She smiled, shook her head.

  He held her hips; her skin was warm to the touch.

  She closed her eyes and moved on him slowly. “The first time I fucked Earl was in this position.”

  “Earl? Was that his name?”

  She nodded, kept moving on his cock.

  “What did he look like?”

  “His skin was really dark, and he had a shaved head. He was big. Taller than you, and really broad across the chest.”

  “How old?”

  “Hard to tell. Older than us. Maybe late thirties.”

  “What about his body?”

  She smiled. “He was big and powerful, but it looked natural. He didn’t look all chiselled and pumped up, just a big guy. Big hands, thick neck, thick arms and thighs…”

  “Thick cock.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Amazingly thick cock.”

  “But you managed to sit on him like this?”

  “It was his suggestion. He told me to lower myself onto him as far as I wanted to.”

  “And how far did you want to?”

  She laughed. “I wanted to get him bollock-deep inside me, but I didn’t manage to do that the first time.”

  “Why not?”

  “Partly because it hurt, and partly because he came before I could adjust to his size.”

  “He came too soon?” Jim couldn’t help smirking.

  She saw his expression and looked slightly annoyed. “He came when I did. He said my contractions brought him off, which I was pleased to hear.”

  Jim pushed up abruptly, hoping to hurt her. “So it was you who came too soon.”

  She nodded. “I suppose it was. But his cock was touching me in places I’d never been touched—not even by Gunther. And I came hard…”

  Jim felt a tingling sensation deep inside his stomach. “I may not last much longer.”

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sp; She stared into his eyes. “The second time, I lay on the bed and he fucked me missionary-style. His cock slid all the way in and I could feel his huge balls slapping against my arse. I’d never felt so filled.”

  He stared at her face, trying to hold off shooting his load. “Where was G-J?”

  “Watching from the couch next to the bed with another guy.”

  “There was another guy there watching?”

  “G-J was with two other people, a man and a woman. The guy filmed me from next to the bed, the woman stood and filmed us from between my legs.”

  Jim’s balls felt incredibly heavy. “How long did he fuck you for?”

  “That time was about twenty minutes. He fucked me slowly, gently, and I came three times. At the end he withdrew and came all over my tits, which I assume G-J had requested. He’d told Lawan to do the same.”

  Jim was imagining the scene, the big black cock unloading thick globs of cum all over his wife’s petite body. “Sophie, I’m going to come.”

  She smiled. “That’s okay.”

  He gripped her waist and pumped his hips beneath her. Then he let go and dropped his head back, flooding her. Spasm after spasm pulsed through him, and each time he felt another spurt gush from him.

  Sophie groaned and he felt her clench around him as she came. Her eyes were closed and her lips drawn back over her teeth.

  He watched her pleasure with a strange sense of detachment, as if she were experiencing it with someone else. All the familiar physical signs had been there—the sighs, the groans, the hip rolls and clenches to milk him dry. But he didn’t get any feeling of closeness between them. It was as if they’d shared a vehicle to get to same place, rather than making the journey together. Perhaps it was just post-orgasmic regret as the chemicals in his brain changed, the feel-good hormones dissipating as soon as he’d achieved his release.

  Sophie opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Hmm, how was that?”

  He smiled but didn’t answer.

  “I think we should eat, let you get your strength back.”