And my big hard cock was the second of the night to split her pussy.
I glided inside her, my cock throbbing with desire. It had never felt bigger, never felt harder, and as I slowly filled her, I nearly lost it at the silky sensation of another man’s come easing my passage inside her.
"I can feel him inside you," I breathed.
Her eyes twinkled at how naughty this all made her feel.
Tessa, the quiet, reserved, ordinary housewife and still relatively new mother, had fucked two different men within the space of half an hour.
She seemed very satisfied with her newly insatiable status. Those nipples were like rocks as I pushed inside her.
I could swear her pussy felt different than normal — still tight, still burning hot to the touch, but somehow different. It wasn’t just the added slickness of another man’s emissions. She felt a little… stretched... by him. That enormous cock of his.
"Careful," she said. "Go slow."
"A little sore?" I grinned.
She returned my grin, "Here and there."
"He was a big guy, huh."
"He was. Very big."
"You like that? You did, didn’t you?" she looked a little reluctant to tell me, fearing that she might offend me. "You loved that thing stretching you."
"You know yours is impressive as well? He wasn’t much bigger than you."
I laughed. "Oh, he was quite a lot bigger than me," I said. "But I don’t mind. I’m not small, it’s just that he was… well..."
"Highly gifted."
I gave her a rough thrust as though to chide her for having such dirty thoughts about another man’s huge organ, and she giggled again. It was a wonderful sound.
Then she said: "Did you feel jealous? Do you feel it now?"
I nodded, "A little. But I told you: it adds to the whole experience. Makes me appreciate how sexy you are, how incredible you are — even more."
She was coming again — I couldn’t believe it. Her petite frame shuddering and shivering as she perched on that bathtub, biting her lip to keep her whimpering cries from being heard above the underlying hiss of the shower. I could feel her pussy quivering around my hardness.
I held myself back, wanting more, though by now my knees were killing from the position I was in, it helped keep me in check.
Tessa urged me up, and now it was her turn to wash my cock, cleaning it with her face, her cheeks, her lips, her tongue as well as her hands. It was a little easier for her to get inside her mouth, though she still had to stretch those pretty lips of hers.
"Feel good having your way with two different cocks in one night?" I asked her.
"Amazing," she said, beaming as she rubbed me over her cheek. "Makes me wonder how I ever did without sucking on yours every minute of every day that I could."
I shrugged, "Marriage dulls the libido a little. Otherwise married people would never get anything done."
"Well you know mine’s not dulled any more."
"Nor mine. But I have a feeling we’ll have to continue supplying you with huge cocks now and again to keep you satisfied."
She laughed, "I don’t need anyone but you, honey."
"Need, sure. But you loved the feeling of him inside you, didn’t you, you bad girl? You might not need it, but you’ll go on wanting it."
She looked at me seriously, one eyebrow raised. "And you like the idea of me wanting other guys?"
I moved around her, sat on the corner of the tub, my unbelievably hard cock swaying in the humid air of the bathroom. "I like that you’re so sexy that a single man can’t be enough for you," I said.
"You’re crazy," she laughed, standing in between my legs, facing away from me so that she could lower herself into my lap, her dripping pussy once more enveloping my hardness. "There’s no way I’d ever share you with another woman. You’re all mine."
"I don’t need another woman."
"But do you want another woman?"
I thought about it for a moment. In all honesty, I didn’t. It was the strangest thing — I thought about some of the women I’d lusted after in college, some of the modern actresses I’d occasionally fantasized about before Tessa had become this wild vixen hot for another man. They weren’t interesting to me.
They were not my wife. They could not inspire this tension-filled lust as Tessa could. I loved Tessa, I didn’t love anyone else. I wanted to see her in sexual ecstasy, at the hands of another man, playing with a huge cock, celebrating her glorious sexuality before me and then with me — no other woman could inspire those powerful feelings inside me. Not now.
"I really don’t," I said. "I guess you don’t really believe me, but the way all this makes me feel… watching you… sharing you… I can’t have that with anyone else."
"Mmmm…." she purred, writhing on my hardness. "Good. Because this is my cock, and I’m not sharing it."
I went from holding her waist while she fucked me to reaching for her clit, the pad of my middle digit stirring her there, slick with her moisture. Tessa slowed, but turned to kiss me passionately, her smeared make-up reminding me of how she’d taken Robert’s cock inside her mouth, giving me that little shiver of pleasure that was so wrong in the scheme of things.
We were both coming in no time after that.
Part Three: Once More, With Feeling
Chapter Fifteen
There were only a few days left of summer, of Robert being around the house. I was under no illusions how he would be spending them with Tessa.
It actually turned me on while I was sitting in my office trying to work, thinking that back home, Tessa might be doing nothing but having sex all over the house.
Oh, but she had to take care of Marcus. And Robert had a few jobs to finish up. The rational part of my mind told me Tessa would be responsible and avoid the distraction that freely available sex might cause.
My body, though, bubbled with repressed arousal and jealousy, thinking how Tessa would drop Marcus off at day care, which he attended three mornings a week, perhaps even taking him there in Robert’s truck, after which the two of them would drive off into some wilderness beauty spot to rut like animals until it was time to pick Marcus up for the afternoon.
During the afternoon, I wondered how the two of them would be, with Tessa having to take care of Marcus. Perhaps they’d snatch kisses here and there, but nothing much more. And then Marcus would have his afternoon nap, granting the two adults in the house a little time to release their pent-up pressure, although they’d have to be quiet to avoid waking the baby.
I made a conscious decision to leave the office early that evening, hoping desperately that if they were doing their usual late dinner slot, with Tessa perhaps still telling Robert that I was working late, I might catch the tail end of their day of passion.
Traffic on the interstate did not sympathize with my needs, however, and kept me snarled up an unusual length of time.
Parking around the corner again from our street, I was frustrated to find no sign of Robert’s truck in the driveway. Now, as I ducked back inside my car, and turned into our little plot myself, I found myself sensing disappointment that Robert might not have been there that day, and therefore Tessa might not be in the mood for anything.
But climbing out of the car, I looked up to see the door to the kitchen opening to find her standing there in the startling blue and white of a cheerleader’s outfit.
Oh My God.
My heart nearly stopped.
Her hair was brushed back, straight and bound by an Alice band that made her look much younger than she was.
"Where on earth did you get that?" I asked, taking a few unsteady steps toward her.
"You like it?" she giggled. "It was in among the things we cleared out of the basement."
"In the basement?"
I was horrified this thing was in our home, and I’d never gotten to see her in it before.
"My old high school cheerleader’s uniform," she said, putting her hands primly to her hips as tho
ugh just about to start a cheer.
"And you’re wearing it…"
She shrugged, "Robert asked me to."
Robert. I was both offended that he got to see her in this, and she’d never shown it to me before, and also delighted that he’d been here, that he’d gotten her to do this, that he’d slept with her again in all likelihood.
I went up to her, the two steps up from the garage making her as tall as me. God she looked incredible - that tight blue blouse with a white "v" shape dipping down her chest sporting the letters "GFHS", the initials of the local high school, the little pleated skirt hiding almost none of her shapely legs.
I’d never had a particular thing for cheerleaders - oh, from time to time, an image might catch my eye, a glimpse at a football game on TV. I didn’t have an obsession, but seeing Tessa dressed like that was deeply arousing — just the fact she was dressing especially for sex, especially to excite.
I suspected Robert had held a candle for Tessa in her cheerleader outfit all these years. It made the green-eyed jealousy flicker inside me that Tessa was already at the stage of sharing fantasies with her new lover, something I had always been reluctant to do with her.
I couldn’t hold back now.
Melting into her soft heat, the sweetness of her mouth, I tasted that slight edge of… difference… and smelled the hint of cologne that suggested to me I wasn’t the first man to appreciate her in this outfit recently.
Breaking apart from her, I said: "You’ve never worn anything like that for me."
She shrugged. "He wanted me to. I guess it brought back memories for him, when I was still in high school."
I nodded, feeling a running theme going on here: she had been doing a lot for Robert she’d never done for me. Actually, I found that notion exciting — the idea that she was pushing her boundaries, trying things she’d never tried before. But my tone of voice teased her as though I was annoyed she’d done this for him and not me. "So you just went ahead and did it."
I kissed her forcefully, imparting the suggestion that I found her so very thrilling.
"Why not?"
I pushed her inside, kicked the door shut behind me, pushed her up against the counter in the kitchen, hauling up her tight shirt to find nothing underneath but pert tits and hard nipples aching for my mouth.
"And before, the hold-ups? He told you to wear those, too?"
It seemed different, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples. She smelled different, she tasted different. She had that essence of another man about her, it seemed dirty to me, but oh-so-sexy.
"He said he always pictured me in them. I guess I used to wear hose when I was baby-sitting him. He grew up imagining they were stockings."
"You like making his babysitting fantasies come true?"
She blushed.
I felt strangely vulnerable all of a sudden. I was her husband, I knew her better than any other man. But Robert had actually known her for longer than I had. He’d known her while she’d still been in high school.
She looked at me, assessing my eyes. "Are you angry with me?"
Before I could even answer, I felt her hand at my crotch, feeling me out, sensing just how hard I was, feeling the way I was throbbing at the thought of her being with another man dressed like this. The filthy things she’d done dressed like this.
"Well, I guess that’s the only answer I need," she laughed, "though I can’t say I fully understand it."
Well, I was busted. "What can I say? I like that you’re trying new things."
She thought for a moment, said: "Yes. I know I never thought of doing it for you. But since he’d asked, I knew if I did it, I’d get a response from him."
"You would have got a response from him wearing librarian clothes."
"Mmm… sexy librarian… that one of your fantasies?" she giggled.
I laughed, but I had serious business to attend to, crouching in front of her, pushing up her skirt, finding her wearing simple white panties that were soaking wet. I peeled them down her body, over her hips, down her thighs, revealing her soft tan lines, and that beautiful smooth pussy.
I growled as I shoved my face against her sex, pushing my lips, my tongue into her, tasting her tangy slickness, breathing in the dark scent of her arousal and the strong hint of sex gone by.
Another man had definitely taken this pussy. She was red and puffy again, freshly used.
I was quivering all over as I devoured her. Tessa placed both hands on my head and I heard her sighing and groaning, sucking the air in through her teeth at the intensity of my hunger.
"I never thought you went for the cheerleader thing," she said, breathless. Adding a long sigh, "Oh… my God…"
I said, "I never really did before. I guess I do now."
I lapped at her flood of juices, my lust making me overlook the fact that I might be licking traces of her congress with a college boy, not just her fresh arousal. It was so sexy to be lodged between her thighs, pushing her back against the counter, her hips thrusting gently to stir herself on my mouth.
"You liked how he responded to you wearing this?" I asked.
"It was full-on," she smiled. "But I was surprised how… powerful I felt when he saw me like this. When it made him so hard, so quickly."
"Powerful?"
"I can’t quite explain it. I never really felt it with you, I guess."
"Not from turning me on?" It was an accusation.
"I love being with you, you know that."
"But you don’t get that same sense of your sexual power?"
She shrugged. "Not in the same way. And… well, actually I have felt it with you — only, recently. When you came home and I knew the things I’d done with Robert would drive you crazy. And when you were watching us…"
Now she pushed me back, and it was her turn to undress me, removing my shirt, breathing in my scent, running her hands over my body, unfastening my belt.
"So it makes you feel good to fulfill guys’ fantasies," I said, nodding.
She pulled down my pants, smiled up at me as my erect cock sprung free, to be quickly enclosed by her hands.
"I would have loved you to wear sexy lingerie ages ago," I said. "Maybe shaved your pussy once in a while. Dressed in a uniform."
"But you never asked me to," she protested, looking up at me, all innocent, before licking the underside of my hard cock.
I nodded, conceded my fault. "I guess I thought it wasn’t really you. I didn’t want to push you into something that wasn’t really you."
"But you could have told me it was a turn-on."
"I guess I’m kind of a reserved guy," I said, uttering a deep groan as she sank onto my shaft. "You’re my best friend, I spend my life with you. I don’t want to risk offending you, or humiliating myself in front of you."
She laughed, I felt her mouth vibrate around my cock before she withdrew it. "I’m not offended by you telling me what turns you on. I wish you would — then I could feel that same buzz I feel with Robert."
"I guess I’m not in the habit of really opening up. It’s always seemed too difficult."
Tessa laughed again. "It’s simple — you tell me what to wear to drive you crazy, and I know I’m driving you crazy when I wear it, and that turns me on."
I looked at her, and realized she was waiting for me to say something. She’d hit the pause button with her lips poised around the tip of my cock.
"What, right now?"
"Is there a better time? Just one thing. Tell me one thing I could do to drive you wild."
I shrugged. "What you’re doing is pretty effective. Sleeping with another guy."
"Uh-uh," she said, licking me all over my cock so forcefully it felt like she wanted to use it to stick me against something. "This is all new. Tell me something you would have told me ages ago."
"I don’t know… I guess I would have said stockings…"
"Stockings? That all?" A wry smile at that.
I shrugged. "I don’t know. What do you want me to s
ay? I always wanted you to dress like a stripper, dance for me, strip for me, rub yourself all over me? Fuck me like I paid you to?"
She grinned. "There you go, that wasn’t so hard, huh?"
And now she sank on me again, only this time kept going and going. She opened her throat to take me inside. Oh God. Had she learned this from Robert? How could such a young, sweet guy impart such filthy ways to my demure, innocent wife?
I got the feeling my Tessa was less demure and innocent than I had thought. That was kind of exciting.
She didn’t do it too much, and I guess it must have been a real strain for someone of her stature. Surely she couldn’t have done this for someone of Robert’s size?
I pulled her up to me, needing a brief hiatus from the crazy stuff she was doing with my manhood. We kissed, held each other.
I said, "You never told me what turns you on, either. It wasn’t just me."
"You turned me on."
I laughed, "So it should have been easy for me to open up, but now you can’t?"
She giggled. "I don’t know. Everything gets me going. Guys get me going. Any of them. Cocks. But yours was always enough for me…"
"But you always fantasized about other ones? Bigger ones?"
She gave me a coy look, and in her face I saw signs that she was waiting for me to get jealous, infuriated by the truth about her being turned on by other men and their weapons of choice.
"All girls do," she said. "Straight girls. And if they say they don’t, they’re lying."
"There," I laughed, loving the idea of Tessa harboring secret cravings for any man she laid eyes on, having to control her need to tear off his clothes and spring his hardness. "Was that so difficult?"
Teasing her for teasing me.
"They don’t have to be big," she said, clarifying. "I like all kinds."
"And now you’ve had a huge one?"
Tessa grinned, and turned her head, presenting me with a coy shoulder — and then her behind. Pushing it out with clear need.
"It is different with the very big ones," she said, making me suddenly wonder how many she’d encountered before. "They only have to put it inside you, and that’s virtually enough. Robert has to fuck me slowly or it hurts too much."
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