by Jason Lenov
Quentin leaned forward. He pawed her creamy breast. His prick pressed against her slick. He eased the head in a bit, then retreated. He repeated this a few more times until Becky’s legs began to tremble.
Wrapping a hand around his neck she drew him closer and seethed. “Fuck me you monster!” The expression she made as he impaled her will forever be etched in my memory. Like a soldier who has just been speared in battle she sucked in a breath and held it, her eyes nearly popping out of her head, her mouth twisted in a silent scream.
Quentin plowed ahead. Laying inch after inch of dark pipe into her, he grunted at the feeling of sloshing into her tight, wet heat. With six of his nine inches inside her he stopped.
I sagged a little. It was terrifically hot seeing his muscle buried that deeply inside her. But a part of me wished she could take all of him. But you can’t win them all and I was thrilled to be able to see even this.
I was about six inches myself and I was pretty sure I’d felt the end of Becky’s tunnel a few times during some particularly vigorous fucking.
Then Quentin did something that knocked the wind out of me. With a final rutting thrust he speared the last three inches of his cock into Becky, down to the very root.
The sound her pussy made was like a too-ripe peach splitting. The smell of the very deepest part of her wafted through the room.
I thought I might never breathe again.
Becky’s legs fell, twisting around Quentin’s trunk, ankles locking behind his back, her hands caressing the dark skin of his shoulders.
“You remember that, baby? You remember what that feels like?” Quentin whispered.
Becky gazed into his eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek. “Every day. Every fucking day I remember this,” she replied.
Each word stabbed straight into my gut and I realized then why Becky had been so reticent about seeing Quentin. It had nothing to do with her or Quentin or their past together, and everything to do with me. She had wanted to spare me this. To spare me seeing what he did to her, how deeply he could reach her and, finally, how well she remembered him.
Every. Fucking. Day.
It was miserably delicious, knowing that a part of her would always be with him.
I had thought, based on her description of their love life, that Quentin would fuck her in a rough and brutal way. That he would use whatever hole he wanted, submit her to all sorts of humiliation, own her completely.
The way he made love to her sweetly was a thousand times worse. Or better. Hard to say which side I was on anymore.
He kissed her. A long, deep and passionate kiss. Eyes closed, they tasted each other, savouring their reunion.
It was in that moment that I felt Becky first slip away. A jolt of adrenaline tore through me as I felt all that closeness, all that connection we’d built up, fraying with each second she spent in Quentin’s embrace. A small part of me wanted to stand up, reach out and tell them to stop, that it was getting out of hand. I’d wanted to see them fucking and not making love.
I’m glad I didn’t. That would have been unforgivably selfish.
Quentin finally pulled away from their kiss. He stared into Becky’s eyes and I saw a flicker of something in his. A pang of sympathy gripped me when I realized what I was seeing. Quentin still cared for her. Maybe even deeply. Did he miss her? Did he think about her the way she thought about him? It was fleeting, gone an instant later but that look would haunt me for some time to come.
Becky blushed and broke their stare. She turned to look at me, no longer in character playing the role of dirty Becky. This was really her. Cracked open, vulnerable, sincere. A little confused by what was happening maybe. The look of longing she gave me drove me insane.
Quentin sighed, then lifted his hips, pulling his cock out of Becky.
I gasped.
Becky looked at him, surprised by what he was doing.
God, was he ending it? Was it too much for him?
Relief flooded through me as he turned and grinned. “This shit’s getting too heavy. Time for some fucking,” he said.
The tension that had thickened the air, dissipated.
He crawled out from in between Becky’s legs, rolled her over and gave her ass a fat slap.
Becky giggled and wiggled her rear.
“Come on girl,” Quentin said, turning her on the bed so she was facing me. “He’s your man now. Give him what he needs.” Hauling her hips up off the bed, he spat. The glob of saliva flew through the air and landed on her anus. Quentin pressed the tip of his middle finger against her sphincter and pushed it in.
Becky drew in a breath and shook a little as his digit penetrated her until his fist touched her cheek. She rose up onto her hands and knees, then wagged a finger, beckoning me toward her.
Behind her on his knees, Quentin pointed his cock at her slit.
I walked toward her as if in a dream. I fell to my knees ogling her face caked with jism, the way her breasts sagged beneath her chest, finally coming to look into her eyes.
“You ready to take it, baby?” Quentin asked, chuckling.
Becky closed her eyes, leaned forward and kissed me.
Lust raged through my body and I craved her as deeply as I ever had.
She pressed her hand against my cheek, plunging her tongue into my mouth in a slobbery kiss. When she pulled away her face and chest were red. She pressed her thumb against my lip. “Is this what you wanted?” she whispered.
Gazing up at Quentin’s dark figure behind her, at the stark contrast of her white skin to his blackness, knowing I what I was about to witness nearly popped my top. “Thank-you,” I said.
A faint smile lifted her lips. “Kiss me again. I want you to feel what he does to me.”
Our lips met. As Quentin began plying into her slit she moaned into my mouth. The tension in her body was electric and I felt it travelling through me as well. We broke from the kiss but her moaning continued as he squished deep into her pussy.
Quentin grunted as he pressed his pelvis settled against her ass cheeks. He twisted the finger inside her, exploring the shape of her back channel. Then cocking his hips he slammed himself back in.
Becky’s tits slapped together. “Oh fuck,” she hissed, a pained expression gripping her face.
He thrust into her again. And again, until he found a rhythm that had her panting and begging , fists clutching the sheets at the edge of the bed. Quentin stared at her ass, at the way his black cock disappeared inside her pink, and at the slick coat of her mucus that covered it each time it emerged.
I was mesmerized by her face. Each twitch of muscle, every change in her expression, seeing how deeply she was feeling sent a hot stab of jealous lust pounding through me.
Becky’s eyes fell to my lap and I realized I was touching myself. With her body swaying back and forth from Quentin’s thrusts, she reached down and took my hand away. “Stand up,” she whispered, breathless. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
I scrambled to my feet, fumbled with my belt and dropped my pants. My cock sprang out.
Becky looked up at me with a hungry expression. “Use me,” she said. “Fuck my face.”
I glanced at Quentin, wondering if he was going to mind my intruding on their copulation.
He was still absorbed by the sight of his cock disappearing into Becky.
Putting my hands on the sides of her head, I pressed the tip of my cock into her mouth. A groan rumbled out of me as she licked under the head. My hips bucked forward, plunging the shaft into her mouth, then pressing deeper until I eased it into her throat. I matched Quentin’s rhythm, sawing in and out of her mouth in time with his thrusts.
Then Becky looked up at me. A used, defiled, depraved slut that took two men inside her and begged for more.
My nuts tightened as I tried to claw my way back from the brink of an orgasm.
A few more minutes of that and Quentin started to grunt. A glance up at him revealed that same muscle twitching in his cheek. He was close. Close t
o spilling his seed inside my wife’s unprotected pussy.
“Oh god,” I groaned as a dribbled of pre-cum squirted through my shaft. Stepping back, I drew my cock out of Becky’s mouth.
She reached up and grabbed it with her hand and started stroking. “Is this what you want?” she whispered.
My head was spinning. My ears were ringing. My cock twitched and lurched in Becky’s fist.
“You want to see him breed me?” she asked.
It was crazy. We were crazy. Two kinky lunatics playing the most dangerous game. “Yes.”
Becky groaned. Letting go of my cock she craned her neck to look over her shoulder. “Do it you fucking animal!” she screamed at Quentin. “Breed my pussy with your black seed!”
Quentin’s whole body went tight. He sneered. Popping his finger out of her ass he grabbed onto her hips and started slamming into her harder. “That what you want? You want all that black seed in your belly?”
“Yes! Fuck yes!” Becky moaned.
Quentin drew his hips back then released, driving his black cock deep into Becky’s tight cunt. He roared as he came.
I gasped.
Becky screamed as a her climax began.
Staring at the point where their bodies connected I saw Quentin’s muscle flopping and flexing. A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek at what I was seeing. His organ pumping, delivering a deluge of genetic material deep into Becky’s contracting pussy. The load must have been as copious as his previous emission had been. It flooded her channel, the overflow gushing out and splattering against his groin.
They rocked back and forth together, faces twisted in pleasure, bodies joined in unholy union that might end in disaster.
It seemed like an eternity before the tension began to sputter. They both shook as they broke through the heat of their coupling. Quentin let out a groan. Becky held her breath. A few moments later and Quentin fell back onto his haunches. His cock flopped out of her pussy, already deflating.
Becky spoke through clenched teeth. “Get in there. Put it in me,” she ordered. “Put your cock in me and let’s see whose seed wins.”
As Quentin climbed off the bed returning my wife to me, ever the gentleman, I scrambled up behind her.
I mounted her not as a mate but an animal. Crouching over her I drove my cock into her used slit. It was looser than I remembered. The pressure of my entrance pushed more of Quentin’s seed out around my cock. Holding her ass to keep my balance, I fucked down into her hole, my body screaming toward an orgasm.
I howled as I came.
Becky let out an “oh god,” as her pussy once again started clenching.
As my load dropped down into her body I was achingly aware of the base game we were playing. Acting out the echoes of an ancient and primal dance, driven by the need to pass on our genes and ensure our legacy, that some part of us would survive our demise.
Some called it dirty. I called it nature.
We collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled and sweaty, exhausted from the intensity of what we’d experienced. It took us a minute to come to our senses. It wasn’t until we did that we realized Quentin was gone.
I looked at Becky, worried that maybe he’d left with bad feelings.
Becky shook her head. “Don’t worry about him. Come here. I think I know why he left.” She curled herself over me and drew up the sheets. A few minutes later we were sleeping.
Chapter Sixteen
Dearest Becky and Jeff,
That was amazing. You are an awesome couple and you deserve every happiness life can bring. I’m sorry to say I can’t see you again. Please don’t take this the wrong way. What we shared was special but I have to move on. I know you’ll understand.
Gratefully yours, Quentin
Needless to say, his penmanship was excellent. The letter was left in an envelope we found the next morning on the table.
I looked to Becky, hoping for an explanation.
She smiled and sighed, then drew her fingers through my hair and pressed her cheek against my chest.
“You think he’s okay?” I asked.
“I know he is,” she whispered.
I waited a moment before posing the next question. “Are you mad that I did that?”
Becky looked up, smiled again and shook her head. “No. I think…I think I needed that.”
“You did?”
Becky nodded. She bit her lip. “Jeff…I’m sorry about what I said to Quentin last night. About thinking about him every fucking day.”
The memory evoked the same jealous pain in me as when I’d first heard her say it. “You don’t have to be.”
“It didn’t hurt you to hear it?”
“Sure it did.”
Becky winced.
“But…I don’t know. In a strange way it…it made me realize how lucky I am to be with you. You didn’t want to fuck Quentin because you were scared of hurting me, right?”
Becky nodded slowly, contemplating what I’d said. “I guess. Maybe. I think…I think I was a little bit scared that I’d get…hooked on him again. I never told you but…”
“Quentin did,” I interrupted. “You don’t have to…”
“No. I want to. I need to say it. Jeff when I was with him all I could think about was his big black dick. It fucking consumed me. I couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t sleep. Sometimes I’d wake him up at night and make him fuck me. I think part of the reason he accepted the divorce was because he was tired of it. I was a freak.”
“You’re not a freak,” I said, rubbing her back.
“Not anymore,” she said, smiling up at me. “Not with you. Our sex life is great but I can do other things. I feel like I’m in control again. I like that. And I love you.”
Her admission brought fresh tightness between my legs. To think that this beautiful, educated woman could be so consumed by her lust that she couldn’t control her own impulses was…yet another perfect contradiction. "You’re an incredible woman,” I whispered, then leaned lower and kissed her.
We both savoured the calm silence that followed our kiss. But a finger of worry rose from the depths of my animal mind. I opened my mouth and found it dried out again. “Becky?” I whispered.
“Hm?” she purred, head pressed against my chest again.
“Should we…I mean, last night you let Quentin…”
Finish inside you.
Becky pulled away from me slowly. The first wink of a smile formed on her lips, her eyes glinting with mischief. “There’s something else I need to tell you, Jeff,” she said.
My throat constricted. My stomach seized. My heart skipped a beat. “What is it?”
“Don’t be mad, okay?”
“Okay,” I croaked, though whether I could follow through on the promise I had no idea.
“Quentin texted me after you two talked.”
It was getting a little hard to breathe. “He did?”
“He did. He needed to know if I was going to be okay with what you were cooking up, you sneaky bastard.” Her smile cracked into a grin.
It took a moment to parse what she’d said. Okay. That was okay. And typically Quentin. Of course he wouldn’t have done anything that would have upset Becky.
“So we decided to really pull out all the stops and give you the show that you wanted. I didn’t get my period last Monday, Jeff. There’s no chance that I’m pregnant. I just did that because I wanted you to have the full experience. I wanted you to taste that danger, even if I knew we were being perfectly safe. Because I love you, Jeff. It makes me feel so good to see you happy. And believe me you looked pretty fucking happy last night.” She burst into giggles.
I was flabbergasted. The fact that Becky would do something like that for me was a testament to how strong our love was. “You’re incredible,” I said.
“You are, baby. You are. But…”
“What is it?”
“I think maybe we’re done with this for a while? Worked out the kinks?”
I smiled. I was as ready
as she was to put this away. “Sure. Absolutely.”
Becky flashed a wicked grin. “Ready to hold up your end of the bargain?”
I returned her smile with one of my own. “Totally ready. Let’s do this.”
Becky clapped her hands together, grabbed my hand and spun around hauling me toward the stairs.
It had been a wild ride. But it was time to put dirty Becky and pervy Jeff away for a while. Becky looked ecstatic. It was time to give her what she needed. What we both did.
THE END
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