After a few more minutes of Paul’s expert ministrations, Becky felt herself tighten, both physically and mentally. She grew tighter and tighter - a rubber band on the edge of release. Sensing her approaching climax, Paul slipped his finger into her soaking hole once more and crooked it up towards her g-spot. At the same time, he pulled her clit gently into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. Together, the two movements released the elastic band; and Becky’s climax hit her - hard.
Her whole body writhed on the bed as she called her husband’s name, her cunt spasming wildly in the throes of orgasm. Paul watched his wife’s reaction with undisguised delight. She was so beautiful when she came - completely wild and abandoned. He was desperate to bury his cock inside her and fuck her hard until she came again - then he’d pull out and cover her stomach with his cum.
Giving her a few seconds to recover, Paul wriggled his trousers and boxers down a little - enough so his movement wasn’t restricted, but not so much that Becky wouldn’t be able to see them in the mirror. Then he stood, leaning over the bed and looked at Becky. Once they had eye contact, he raised a questioning eyebrow as he stroked his eager cock. Smiling, Becky gave a nod, and that was all he needed.
Placing his hands beneath her thighs once more, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed, then lifted her bottom until she was at the right height. He used one hand to guide his stiff cock into her hungry pussy, and slid home. They both sighed as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. She was so wet he could feel her juices coating his cock, dribbling down his balls and saturating his pubic hair.
Pumping slowly in and out of her, he could see her craning her neck in order to see their coupling from myriad directions. He suspected she was probably checking out his ass, too. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Albeit reluctantly, Paul slid his cock out of his wife’s pussy, and lowered her bottom to the bed. Before she had chance to comment, he said, “Get on all fours.”
Eagerly shifting into her favourite position, Becky shuffled to the edge of the bed, her ass wiggling tantalizingly before his eyes. He playfully slapped her cheeks, and then grabbed her and manoeuvred her so she was almost parallel along the bottom of the bed. He put one knee up on the bed and entered her once more.
The method to his madness quickly became clear. Though it was a little awkward, it was worth it. Twisting to see the mirror closest to where their bodies joined, Becky could see them in all their glory. Paul had deliberately spread her ass cheeks to give the best possible view, and she could see his thick cock splitting open her pussy lips and pounding into her. She could also see the crinkled skin of her asshole. Knowing Paul could too, she tensed and released, causing the tiny hole to open and close like a little mouth.
His cock stiffened further in response, and after giving a few more hearty thrusts into her cunt, he pulled out. Then he transferred some of her copious love juices from her pussy to her ass, working his finger, then two into her tight ring of flesh, preparing her. Soon, he felt her ass relax as it got used to the invasion, and he replaced his fingers with his cock.
Slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, he inched his way into her bottom. He gritted his teeth as the iron grip around his cock threatened to inspire climax. Soon, he’d filled Becky’s arse, and he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion.
A wiggle of her ass and a muttered, “OK,” was his green light. He started with shallow movements, and as her ring opened up to him, he pounded harder, deeper, and faster. Judging from the noises Becky was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he. He noticed her head was turned to the side the whole time, watching them fucking. Her eyes roamed from her own face, to his, to her bouncing breasts, to where his cock kept disappearing inside her. She began pushing back against him, spurring him to go faster and faster.
It was then he knew he was never going to come on her stomach. There was no time for that. Reaching under Becky, he sought out her swollen and slippery clit, and pinched, rolled, and stroked it as he reamed her ass. Wailing like a banshee, Becky pushed more and more roughly against him, and he knew she was almost ready. So was he.
Seconds later, he felt the grip around his cock increase considerably, followed by rapid contractions. Becky was coming. The extra stimulation spurred on his own climax, and he pulled out quickly, spurting his hot spunk all over Becky’s quivering ass cheeks and gaping rear hole. The couple moaned and groaned their way through their orgasms, and their eyes met in the mirror. Instinctively, they knew they were thinking the same thing.
They’d be sad to see those mirrors go.
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