“Oh God!” she said again and moved her hands to hold my face. “Baby, it's the most, it's amazing. It's finally happening... I've wanted him for so long, since the moment I first saw him, and now my wonderful husband is giving him to me. I love you. I love you.”
It was time for me to get out of the way so I did. From this moment this would be less about Teresa and I doing this together and more about Brian fucking my wife. I say fucking but these two had strong feelings for each other. In another life Teresa would have ended up with Brian, sparing him a long line of meaningless one-night-stands. I drew some comfort from the fact that Brian would never have allowed Teresa to play the way I did but then my mind fucked with me and said yes, but with a cock like his, maybe Teresa wouldn't have wanted to. That stung.
Brian lowered his face and their lips met and years of longing and desire exploded in that first passionate kiss. Teresa was almost crying already. Brian was over her in a push-up position and the pillows under her hips allowed him to go deep, deeper than any man had ever been inside her. I envisioned the huge head of his cock mashed almost flat against her cervix, pressing forward with steady and unrelenting pressure, until she gradually began to open, her inner-most barrier blossoming before his manhood, admitting him into her most intimate recesses, granting him her most private and unspoiled place.
When the moment arrived, I saw it on her face. It began as an expression of concern and confusion as she felt unfamiliar shifting and movement deep inside her. She winced once and the beginning of panic briefly flashed in her eyes, but then several inches all at once sank into her as her last defense fell and her face contorted into a mask of astonishing and unexpected pleasure. He was moving his entire impressive length in and out of her, stimulating secret and hidden regions far inside her body, and her body was responding powerfully.
“That's it, Teresa,” he growled. “Milk me. Let your body work her primal magic. It knows what to do. Your pussy is squeezing every inch of me. I feel your walls gripping me so tight. I feel them fluttering all along the length of me and it's fantastic. I've wanted you for so, so long, Baby. You feel better than I ever imagined.”
Slow and steady Brian worked his cock, fucking her all the way into her uterus.
Like I had touched a charged wire to her foot, my wife suddenly bowed her body under him and stiffened. All the air left her lungs in a whoosh and she cried out hoarsely, surprising all of us with an intense and rapid orgasm. Brian kept his strong movements going, plunging his huge cock into the depths of her again and again.
“That's it, my Love,” he murmured. “Cum all over my big dick. Show me how much you love it. Show Brad how much you love it. Let yourself go. Don't fight it. Feel my cock moving inside you. Feel me fucking you. Let yourself go.”
Teresa was possessed by a demon. Crazy sounds boiled up from her convoluted throat. Brian fucked her with ease as her sopping wetness dripped from him and soaked the pillows beneath her. I saw his scrotum swinging smoothly as he paced himself and fucked her like he intended to never stop.
Teresa came again, harder than the first, and Brian moaned as my wife's pussy tightened all around him, trying to coax the seed from him. Her first climax had rolled forward into her second and his strong thrusting was shooting her into Heaven. Her cries turned to screams and Brian started hitting her harder. She began tossing her head and sobbing and he fucked her deeper and harder and then a strange and eerie sound ripped from her throat and her body went limp. Brian slowed to a stop, leaving his prodigious penis inside her. He looked at me, a light sweat covering his face. Just like that girl so long ago, Brian had fucked my wife unconscious. I was awed.
I leaned back. Brian waited patiently and moments later Teresa came around. She was confused at first and did not recognize Brian or why he was over her. She searched around and found me and her face softened and he moved his cock in and out slowly and gently. Her eyes focused. She started crying and Brian wrapped his strong arms around her, sheltering her, while he tenderly pushed and pulled his meat in and out. Soon she was herself again and began kissing him wildly.
Brian and Teresa sank deeper and deeper into their mutual passion and desire for each other. I watched as years of pent-up frustration exploded from the shackles which had bound them. Brian and Teresa went a little crazy on each other, thrusting and kissing and biting and clawing. Teresa came a third time and I decided to stop counting. Her orgasms with Brian were unlike anything I'd ever seen her experience and I knew this was something she could only share with him.
My head and heart were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions; regret, lust, worry, shame, and a thousand others all bounced around inside me, each making a brief appearance at the top of the list before supplanted by the next.
Strangely, my throbbing erection grounded me. No matter what I was feeling at the moment, the fact that through it all I was hard as steel told me all I really needed to know. I know that is typically, simplistically male, but there it was. I played with my penis but only sparingly as I was ready to ejaculate any second.
Brian's testicles drew up tight to his body. His shaft was now a pink and tan steel beam covered with lumpy veins. My poor Teresa was the slaughtered lamb on his altar as he mercilessly pummeled her sweet pussy, her big tits bouncing, her cries of pain and pleasure filling our bedroom. I'd never view this bed the same.
His breathing increased and his gasps and moans came non-stop now. He was about to inseminate my wife. I gazed at her looking for a sign that she didn't want this and saw only that she did; with every molecule of her being she wanted it. Her hands clawed and clung to him, her legs were tangled around his, her hips rose to meet each of his powerful thrusts, and they kissed like familiar lovers. I took a deep breath and held it, releasing it slowly.
“Where?” Brian asked breathlessly.
“As deep as you can,” Teresa snarled in reply.
A burst of speed and Brian brought himself over the edge. Teresa opened her legs as wide as possible and threw her arms open. Brian was fucking the woman he wanted most in the world and had always wanted most, and that was true for Teresa too, but Teresa's need seemed more complex and I realized for her there was also a breeding element present. Consciously or sub-consciously, my wife was trying to create life.
“Oh fuck YES!” she cried and Brian slammed his hips one last time and then pushed his cock as deep as he could. His ass clenched and his balls jumped and the underside of his cock swelled as the first surge of sperm rocketed out of his penis and into my waiting wife. I remembered watching him masturbate that night and the ocean of cum he produced and grimaced as he now aimed that ocean directly into my wife's womb.
Teresa gripped the comforter in each fist, arching her back and offering Brian her cunt without reservation. Brian thrust twice and ejaculated another seeming gallon and then repeated it. So much sperm was being shot into my wife that it ran out along his shaft in spite of the tight seal her pussy made around him. Again and again Brian injected her with his seed, his muscular ass flexing as he filled her.
When the last drop left him he fell onto her. They lay there breathing rapidly, sweating and smiling. Teresa absentmindedly traced small circles with a fingertip on his back. Sperm dripped from around his veiny shaft.
I had a vague plan to add my load after his but it turned out I had to wait to do that. Brian and Teresa kissed and cuddled and remained between her legs and left his formidable cock buried deep in her. She reached a hand out to me and I moved up to kiss her and slipped my arm under her head.
“How is everyone?” she asked after a long time. Brian said he was wonderful and I said me too. I kissed Teresa again, softly, and felt her tense. When I looked up Brian had taken her nipple into his mouth at the same time. Teresa gazed into my eyes and I saw clearly how happy she was.
We all shared snap-shot moments from what we had just done and I felt so strange talking to a man who still had his cock inside my wife. They both seemed perfectly comfortable with it but it stirred something deep
inside me.
After a few minutes the reality of all that semen at that very instant swimming around inside Teresa silently knocked the wind out of me. I was quiet for a time until I recovered but neither of them noticed. I thought about asking Brian to move so I could fuck my wife but worried it might taint the moment so I waited. Before too long Brian began kissing Teresa again and then moving his hips. The stud was already getting hard again.
This time was just as ferocious as the first, maybe more so. Brian had his own cum as lube and Teresa knew everything was fine by the time we'd all spent comfortably talking. He pounded her like a porn-star from the front and then flipped her onto all fours and fucked her like an animal. From that angle his cock bent and twisted her insides and he hurt her a few times but she only seemed to relish it, urging him to fuck her harder and faster. His cock made her climax easily, frequently, and really hard. She constantly talked, telling him how she loved him and she loved him inside her. I could take no more and moved around to her face. She lowered her mouth and sucked me in and I gave her my load before I could stop myself.
We spent the night fucking her. I did eventually add my sperm to his but there was no comparison. I'd already cum in her mouth twice. I felt like I added two drops to his lake of semen. We'd doze and awaken and fuck her again. At least, he would. After cumming three times I ran out of gas and mostly became a voyeur. As the night wore on I began to help him fuck her. I held her legs open or pinned her down. I even once held her in my arms while Brian stroked his long cock in and out of her. Teresa and I kissed just as Brian released his flood of jizz and I think the intensity of the moment gave her a mini-climax.
At last we were exhausted. I was the last to fall asleep and noted Brian was still buried balls deep as he and Teresa slumbered. As darkness overtook me I wondered if this would turn out to be a one-time event or if it would ever happen again. What a naive fool.
Wednesday morning the alarm woke us all and we set about the task of getting ready for work. After a brief awkwardness we all just decided to get on with things. All three of us showered together and I watched Teresa briefly struggle with trying to suck his thick dick.
“The curse of the hung,” he pouted and we all laughed. “I've never gotten a decent blowjob my whole life. I hear they're amazing.”
That night after work Teresa visited him in his room and gave him the best blowjob he'd ever received. She was unable to deep throat him, not even close, but she had big-dick experience and used every trick she knew. I remembered watching Kandy blow Brian a life-time ago and Teresa did much better than she. Brian was too worn out to cum or even get fully erect but it was still sexy as fuck.
I was wiped out at work and a few friends teased me about spending the night fooling around with Teresa. If they only knew. I was the last to get home and Brian and Teresa were already in bed. When I quietly opened our bedroom door she was on top of him, her big breasts swinging over his open mouth, her hips rising and falling on his engorged cock. Her ass was pointed towards the door so I had a graphic view of their melding genitalia.
The sight was gloriously carnal and raw. My wife was so wet for this man and he was rock hard for my wife. I kissed the top of her head and then knelt at the foot of the bed to take the scene in. She came easily and when he did I capriciously pushed down on her hips, driving his meaty stake up into her guts where he again released his flood.
The rest of the night was much like our first together and the next day was more of the same. I had errands to run but they stayed home and in bed and she told me later they fucked all day until I got home.
Long ago Teresa had joked how sleeping with Brian would be bad because she'd never know which bed she was supposed to sleep in at night. Brian and I were roommates at the time and I'd caught Teresa looking at him lustfully many times. Her joke had stung. The idea had been so unsettling, although I hadn't known it at the time, because it was something that so easily could happen because deep down all parties involved wanted it to happen.
I remembered that sting now because for the rest of the week my wife took turns with Brian and me. I didn't keep score but she clearly spent more time with him. We could be in bed watching a movie and she'd lean over and kiss me and tell me good-night, and then drop her nightgown on the floor and walk to Brian's room naked. I'd hear her knock and a brief exchange of words and then his door would close, swallowing my wife for the entire night. They both joined me in the morning as we all got ready for work, looking smug and satisfied.
Days passed one by one and Sunday finally arrived. It was time for Brian to fly back to Dallas and his life there.
Teresa stayed home while I drove him to the airport. She said she was too tired but I saw she was also too sad. As guys will do, Brian and I did not talk much about what happened. He told me he loved me and he loved Teresa and what we had shared was “really cool and special,” and I agreed and we left it at that.
I knew from that moment forward he and Teresa would fuck every time and every chance they got. I knew Brian would visit Las Vegas a lot more. I also knew I could trust him because even though he was in-love with my wife and had been for years, he would never cross me, but mostly because peeling back the layers of fear had shown me something hidden; Teresa and I were perfect for each other.
The world is filled with attractive men and Teresa may feel more drawn to some of them than me. But none of them would connect with her like I did. We shared a secret understanding, a deep and natural alignment. She could and probably would fuck them all to her heart's content but she would always come back to me. Always.
Two weeks later Teresa's breasts began to swell and grow warmer. Her nipples engorged and became more sensitive. Two weeks after that she missed a period. A home test confirmed it; my wife was with child and we were not sure who the father was, but we also had no intention of finding out. I elected to believe it was mine. In the following days I discovered when I looked at her I saw her in a new, more sexual light. Teresa wasn't acting naughty for my benefit. Teresa was naughty. My sexy bad girl really was a sexy bad girl.
Our sex life went through the roof. Her lusty nature skyrocketed and so did mine. She would not tell me the name of her mystery lover, only reiterating that I knew him and knew him well. It drove me into a frenzy. I reevaluated every man in my life; Teresa had fucked one of them, but which? I could not figure it out. Instead, I poured that sexual energy into her. I pounded all her openings equally, treating her, at least while we were in bed, like a slut, which she loved. Like she said, we make our own rules.
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