Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, Anal Sex, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When I found my wife had been cheating on me for all of our marriage, that ended our relationship but led to an entirely new and different one - with seven other women.
I had been working 12 hour days six days a week for 13 weeks so when the boss said that the project was in good enough shape I could take that Friday afternoon off, I wasn't about to argue with him. Tiredly I headed home.
I was mildly surprised to see Yvonne's car pulled up into the middle of our driveway, blocking the entrance to both garage units, so I parked on the street. She must have forgotten something she needed at work and came home on her lunch hour to get it.
I let myself in the unlocked front door and closed it behind me. Looking around, I expected to find Yvonne in the kitchen or the room we used as a home office but they were both empty. I thought I heard sounds from upstairs so I assumed she must be up there. I started up the carpeted stairs.
I was still a few steps from the upper landing when I heard words that caused my tiredness to fall like raindrops off a slicker. It was my wife Yvonne pleading, "Fuck me, baby, come on, harder, faster, do it, honey. I need your cock!"
That did not portend well for things to come. Silently I climbed the remaining steps and turned to our open bedroom door. There were clothes scattered all over the floor, the bed covers had been thrown off the mattress onto the floor at the foot of the bed, and Yvonne was laying on her back in the center of the bed, holding her legs up near her shoulders. On his knees above her, driving his slick cock into Yvonne's frothy pussy was my supposed best friend, Wayne Jorgenson.
I stepped up to the side of the bed before either of them saw me. Through clenched teeth, I growled, "What th' hell is going on here?"
Wayne looked up at me with the face of someone in the throes of passion. He had crammed his cock into Yvonne and was holding her hips tightly and I knew that he was pumping her full of his cum.
"Oh, my god! Raymond, what are you doing here?" Yvonne asked, shock registering on her face. The only time she called me Raymond was when she was confused.
"No, my beloved wife! The question is what th' hell are YOU doing here?" I turned to Wayne and shoved him as hard as I could, dislodging him from his position inside my wife. "Some friend you are."
"Hey, I'm just doing what you're not man enough to do."
"WHAT?" I screamed.
"You aren't man enough to take care of her. Some of us have to do what you can't."
"Get th' fuck out of here, you bastard. If I ever see you here — or anywhere else with Yvonne — you'll be trying to digest lead. Get out!"
Wayne picked up his clothes and insolently slouched out of the room.
"Raymond... Ray, this is not what you think. I'm not... "
"Not cheating on me? Not screwing somebody besides your husband? Not breaking your wedding vows? BULLSHIT!"
"Ray, I was just... I had to have... what you can't give me."
"And what th' fuck does that mean? Are you saying I don't make you cum? I don't satisfy you when we make love? No, wait. We weren't making love, were we? It was just fucking to you, wasn't it?"
"No! No, it wasn't like that, Ray. Of course you satisfy me when we make love. And, yes, Ray, it is making love. I do love you, Ray. You're the only man I love."
"Then why th' hell were you screwing my so-called best friend?"
"Because... because I need more than you can give me." Her voice was nearly a whisper.
"You WHAT?" I screamed.
"I need more than you... can give me."
"What are you talking about, woman?"
"I need to be fucked more often than you can do it, Ray."
"Oh? Since when?"
"Since forever. Since... before we were married."
"We've been doing it four or five times every week since before we got married. Are you saying that is not enough for you?"
"No, it's not." Again she was whispering.
"And just how often do you think you need to be screwed?"
"At least three times... a day."
"Three times a DAY? And it never occurred to you to tell me this?"
"No. I knew you couldn't do that consistently."
"But you didn't even fucking try, did you?"
"Wayne said 'some of us, ' didn't he? How many are there?"
She said something so softly I couldn't even hear.
"What? Speak up. How many?"
"Eleven? You have been fucking eleven men? You've been screwing eleven fucking cocks? What kind of fucking slut are you, woman?"
"I need sex, Ray. But I don't love them. I love you, Ray. I've always come home to you, Ray."
"Damn! Now that's some fuckin' consolation, isn't it? My fucking wife loves me... but she screws everything that wears pants. You fucking bitch!"
I walked to the dresser and picked up a writing pad and pen, then dropped it on her naked lap.
"Name them. I want first names and last names. If I don't know them, I want to know where you met them. Don't try to change the names. If I find out you lied about any of them or left someone off, so help me I'll kill you. Start writing!"
Yvonne looked up at me, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Wha... what are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet but I want to know every man you have been intimate with. That means whether it was oral or intercourse or just a hand job, I want to know their names. Write!"
She sobbed but began to write. I backed away and watched. She took nearly twenty minutes to write the list, stopping every so often to think. I could only hope that she wasn't making up names to protect her lovers.
When she finally handed me the list, I read each name, finding that I knew most of them either personally or by name from discussions we had about her work. Besides Wayne, there were two other men from our neighborhood. There were three salesmen, two mail clerks and one warehouse manager from her office. There was one of her old lovers from high school. The last name was a man she had met at a local supermarket, a total stranger. Ohmygawd, what a complete, total slut she was!
Shit! I was brokenhearted. I had loved Yvonne with all my heart. True we had only been married for three years, but I had been completely monogamous since our first date, over four years earlier. I thought she had been too, but that's what happens when you assume — it makes and ass out of you and me. Well, me, at least!
I took the list and went across the hall to our guest bedroom, slamming the door after me. I flopped down on the bed, pondering what had happened and what courses of action were available to me. That my marriage was over was a given. Love? Sheeit! She didn't know the meaning of the word.
I had dealt with an attorney a couple of times for company business. Dragging out the phone book, I flipped open my cell phone and called his office. He wasn't available but I identified myself to his secretary, reminding her that I had dealt with him for company business and I wanted his recommendation for a divorce attorney. A half hour later, he called back and gave me two names of lawyers that he said were very good in that line of work. He recommended the woman, Ms. Sally M. Ross, as his first choice.
I called her office and her secretary said that she had an opening at 10:30 the following morning, although she only worked until noon on Saturdays. I assured her I would be there on time.
I lay there thinking about what I would do. Right from the beginning, I knew I would never harm Yvonne, no matter how upset and disgusted I was with her actions. She probably deserved to have some sort of corporal punishment but it was not in my makeup to do that kind of thing to a woman. Now the men were something entirely different. I looked over the list, wondering how many of them were married, how many had kids. I wanted my revenge on the men so I'd have to contemplate what might hurt them the worst.
As for as Yvonne was concerned, I intended to leave her. I knew that the laws of the state would probably result in her getting half of all our assets and I probably couldn't do much about that. However I didn't intend for her to get one cent more than I absolutely had to give her.
I was thankful that we had decided to wait a few years before we started a family. We both wanted kids but wanted to get established first. That thought gave me an idea. When we were first married, I had started a little savings account, ostensibly for 'the kids college fund', assuming that we would one day have kids. I had added to that account every payday, never telling Yvonne that we had that fund to use when the kids needed it. In just three years it had already become a tidy little sum... but I didn't intend to declare it as part of our assets. It wasn't her money and I didn't feel she was entitled to any of it.
Three times that afternoon, Yvonne knocked on the door and wanted to talk. I kept telling her to go away because I didn't want to hear any more from her. The third time, I told her if she bothered me again, I would pick her up and bodily throw her out of the house. She must have believed me because she didn't come back.
The next morning, I showered and dressed, then drove to the attorney's office for my 10:30 meeting. Ms. Ross turned out to be quite a no nonsense lady. She listened to my story, took a look at the list of names in Yvonne's handwriting, and asked me what I wanted to do. I told her I wanted a divorce and I wanted her to get as little of our assets as legally possible. She confirmed that there was little chance of getting anything other than a 50-50 split of our assets. Since we didn't have children, there would be no custody consideration so it should be pretty much cut-and-dried, unless fraud could be proved and she didn't see anything like that. I had to agree. She said she would have the papers prepared for filing by Tuesday and they would be served to Yvonne then too.
On the way home, I decided to go by Jorgenson's house, knowing that he religiously played golf on Saturday mornings and wouldn't get home until late afternoon. When I knocked on the door, Janice Jorgenson opened the door and let me in.
"Hi, Ray. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be working again today."
"No, the boss gave me a little time off."
"Wayne's not here. He's probably several hours from finishing up yet."
"I didn't want to see Wayne. I wanted to talk with you."
"Oh? Come on in. Let's sit in here." She led me to their family room.
After sitting on the sofa, she looked at me with what looked like trepidation on her face. "What did you want to talk about?"
"I... uh, hate to be the bearer of bad news but... I came home yesterday about lunchtime and found Wayne screwing Yvonne in our bed."
Janice's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh, my god, no! Not again!"
"Yeah. I caught him a couple of years ago screwing Beverly Goodwin. I told him then I'd give him another chance but there wouldn't be another one. I've had this suspicion that something was going on between him and Yvonne but I couldn't really prove it. I'm so sorry, Ray."
"Yeah, me too. But Wayne wasn't the only one she was screwing. There's a whole bunch more."
"On, no, Ray! I'm so sorry. I didn't know that was going on."
"No, neither did I and I guess I should have known."
"So... what are you going to do now?"
"Well, I'm filing for divorce. Please don't tell anyone yet. She'll be served Tuesday. After that, I don't care who knows."
"I won't say anything. I guess I'm going to have to find a lawyer myself. Do you have a recommendation?"
I gave her the information about Ms. Ross, telling her that I didn't know a lot about her but she seemed to know what she was doing.
"I'll call her Monday," Janice said. "Have you thought about... other actions?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know... revenge?"
"Oh, yeah! I spent a lot of last night thinking about it," I chortled. "I thought of a lot of things I'd like to do, but most of them would put me behind bars or require a partner."
"Oh? Require a partner? What kind of... activity were you thinking of?"
"Well... I wanted to... uh, invite the wife of one of her lovers to have sex with me in our bed and make her watch to see how she likes it." I was speaking softly, not wanting to offend Janice.
But she giggled, thought for several moments, then giggled again. "I like it. I'll do it, if you want me to... with one condition."
"What's the condition?"
"After we do it at your house, you have to come back here and do it with me when Wayne gets home. I want to see how he likes it too."
I grinned. "You've got a deal, sweet lady."
"Wait a minute. Let me change clothes. I'll be right back."
She disappeared around the corner and I heard her running up the stairs. About five minutes later, she reappeared wearing a pair of short shorts that framed her deliciously round ass and a white blouse with no sleeves and deep V-shaped opening down the front. I noticed that the only button that was fastened was just above the waistband of her shorts and she wasn't wearing a bra, leaving a very generous amount of her large full breasts uncovered. I felt my cock stir and begin to grow stiff. I offered her my arm and led her to my car.
It was only a three minute trip to my house. Janice grabbed my offered hand and excitedly hurried inside with me.
"Hurry, Jan. I just can't wait to fuck you," I vowed loudly.
"Me, too, Ray. I really need a good cock for a change," she responded, getting the idea that I wanted Yvonne to hear us coming.
"Yeah, I want to feel those big beautiful tits of yours. They've always made my mouth water. And your fantastic ass! I can't wait to get my hands on it."
"Oh, Ray! You make me soooo horny! Let's fuck, honey."
By then, we had almost run up the stairs and I pulled her into the master bedroom. As I had hoped, Yvonne was going through clothes in her closet.
I said, "Oh, hi, hon. Don't mind us. We're just going to have some fun."
Janice already was tearing her blouse out of her shorts and her big bare tits were jiggling where we both could see them. I kicked my shoes off, and began to strip.
"WHAT!" Yvonne yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
Calmly I replied, "Why, dear, I'm just doing what you did. Janice and I decided that we'd like to fuck each other so I figured it would be a good idea to do it here where you screwed Wayne. That is alright, isn't it?"
"Hell, no, it's not alright! The only reason I fucked Wayne is that I didn't get all I needed from you. You can't go fucking other women when you couldn't give me as much as I needed."
"Aw, dear, there must be some misunderstanding," I said in my most sarcastic voice, as I stepped out of my pants and underwear. Janice was already naked and crawling into the bed. "You never once asked me to make out with you when I didn't comply, did you? Not once. You don't know whether I could have done it or not, do you?"
"I KNEW you couldn't, you son-of-a-bitch. I KNEW YOU COULDN'T!" Yvonne yelled.
"No, you stupid slut! You wanted other men, so you didn't even bother to try me. If you had, you've have come to a different conclusion. Janice, you look so sweet and inviting. I need some of that pretty pussy."
Holding her arms out toward me, Janice replied, "Come on, honey. It's all yours. I need your cock inside me."
She was glistening with her own juices and guided the head of my throbbing cock into her honey hole. It was only the work of three strokes to bury my entire shaft into her welcoming pussy. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled me to her lips for a long wet kiss, our tongues darting in and out as we savored each other.
Not unexpectedly, Yvonne came screaming at me, her arms flailing. "You bastard! You can't fuck that bitch in my bed. You're giving her what's rightfully mine!"
I grabbed one of her swinging arms before her fist connected with anything. With my cock still buried in Janice's pussy, I yanked Yvonne until I captured her other fist and held them both as I looked angrily at her.
"Listen, whore. This was my bed too. I wasn't the one that brought other people to it. You did. You broke our wedding vows right after you made them. Since you screwed her husband, as long as she is willing I can make love to her in this bed. And what she is getting is NOT yours. You gave up the right to that long ago, even if I did just find out about it. Now leave us alone. Sit there and watch quietly or get out. I don't care."
With that, I gave her a shove, causing her to stagger backwards and sit heavily in a recliner. I turned my attention back to Janice and began kissing her all over.
"I'm sorry about the circumstances," I whispered in her ear. "I really... really would like to make love to you instead of just... having sex. You are a special lady to me."
Her arms again wrapped around my neck, she whispered back, "I know, honey. Don't worry about it. Just help me cum, please. I am so horny I really need it."
A few minutes later, she had an intense orgasm, loudly proclaiming my name and how much she loved what I was doing for her. Several minutes later, after some hard thinking to suppress my own climax until the time was right, we both came just seconds apart. I glanced at Yvonne to see her head in her hands, her body wracked with sobs. I felt no remorse for what I had just done.
Giving Janice a hand, we went to the bathroom and showered together, rubbing soap over each other, rinsing it all off, and then kissing all kinds of sensitive spots before the warm water gave out. We climbed out and dried off, then dressed and headed back to the Jorgenson's house, leaving Yvonne still crying in the recliner.
When we arrived, it was late in the afternoon. Janice laid out her plan for me. Since Wayne could be home at any time, we would go up to their bedroom, get undressed and in bed, and wait for him there. When we heard him coming, she wanted me to be inside her... she thought doggy style with both of us facing the door so we could watch Wayne's reaction would be ideal.
In no particular hurry, we undressed and climbed into the bed. Janice rolled onto her side facing me and it just seemed natural that we would kiss. I felt her big beautiful breasts press into my chest and my semi-erect cock began filling out. When her hands began fondling my balls, the growth took on some urgency.
Having been impressed with her nearly shaven pussy when I first saw it earlier, I wanted to taste her so I eased her over onto her back and kissed my way down her body until I was between her legs, which magically seemed to spread wide open for my attention. Again Janice was glistening wet with her own juices and licking her clean was a gourmet's delight. I spent several minutes just exploring her luscious folds of flesh with my tongue. Janice's moans and muttered words of encouragement were enhanced when her fingers entwined in my hair and held my face pressed into her wet heat. Then when she hissed my name and told me she was coming, a new flood of fresh sweet nectar covered my face
After licking her clean again, I sent my tongue inside her and began exploring from the inside out. Never had I wished so much that my tongue were longer than as I licked the inside of her sweet pussy. Janice began to buck her hips up off the bed to meet my tongue, particularly when I made each excursion to her clit. Then when I sucked her nubbin into my mouth and teased it with my tongue, she exploded again in a yell that nearly burst my eardrums.
Again I set about cleaning her up, wishing Wayne could have seen his wife cumming all over my face. When I could find no more of her sweet tasting liquid to lap up, I pushed her legs up and back, let my tongue cross her dividing line into her anal valley. No sooner did my tongue poke at her tight puckered little anus than she climaxed again, screaming my name even louder than before. She nearly passed out... or may have for a few seconds.
We heard the garage door open and then close and scrambled into place with Janice on her hands and knees, and me behind her. I guided my cock into her pussy and pressed my pelvis against her lovely round ass. I made a few strokes but kept it slow, knowing that I would shoot my load much too early if I wasn't careful. When we heard the door between the kitchen and garage open and close, Janice began talking to me.
"Yeah, Ray, that feels so good, baby. Fuck my pussy, honey."
"Janice, your pussy feels so good."
"It feels like we were made for each other, Ray. I wonder why we never fucked before today."
"I know. I just love your magnificent ass. And fucking you so I can hold your bottom is a real bonus, Janice. I really love it."
"Sweetie, if you love my ass so much, maybe... just maybe, I'll have to let you fuck my ass sometime if you want to. Wayne never showed any interest in my butt."
"HEY! What th' hell is going on in here?" Wayne screamed as he came into the room.
Janice looked up at him, still pushing her bottom back on my cock. "Oh, hey, honey. I thought I'd just fuck Ray for a while, since you didn't think it would be a problem if you fucked Yvonne. You know the goose and gander thing."
"WHAT? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, yes, you do!" she said sternly. "You've been screwing Yvonne for years, haven't you? In fact, you've been screwing anything that spreads it's legs. I know, you lying, cheating son-of-a-bitch. Now I'm just getting some of mine back."
"But... you... you can't..."
"Oh, yes, she can," I avowed. "I mean, you can't take care of your wife's need, you fucking bastard. So I'm giving her some of what she craves. Isn't that right, Janice?"
"That's right, honey. Oh, and Wayne? You might as well pack your bags. You are outta here!" she spat with venom.
Looking back over her shoulder, she said, "Ray, don't mind him. Come on, honey. I need you to fuck me, sugar."
I began stroking in and out of her slick tunnel, running my hands all over her smooth body, reaching under her to knead her swinging tits, finally slipping a finger between her legs to tease her clitoris. It was a wonderfully sweet fuck for both of us and we came just a few moments apart.
As I sat backwards onto the bed, Janice looked down at her legs, making a swipe with her fingers at our combined juices slowly rolling down her thighs. She sat back, between my legs, and rested against my chest, pulling my arms around her to hold her big breasts.
"Mm, baby, that was good," Janice breathed over her shoulder, never taking her eyes off Wayne.
He had stood the whole time at the corner of the bed, his mouth gapping open, staring unbelievingly at us.
After a few minutes, Janice snuggled her butt back into my crotch in an obvious show of affection and said, "Wayne, I meant what I said. You are out of here. You'll be served with divorce papers next week sometime. Let me know where you're staying. But I don't EVEN want to see you after today. Now leave."
He finally closed his mouth and stepped to the closet, where he began extracting his clothes. Fifteen minutes later, he stormed out of the house.
Janice turned to me when the door slammed and said, "Ray, if you don't want to go back home to stay, you would be welcome to stay with me. If you'd like, I wouldn't mind if you stayed in my bed but, if you insist, I'll let you use our guest bed."
Funny... I didn't shed any tears that night for my lost marriage. Janice consoled me quite nicely.
The following week, I set about gathering information about the other 10 names on the list — I already knew what I needed about Wayne Jorgenson. It is amazing what you can glean about a person just from the telephone book, a search of the internet, and some audacious digging.
I already knew that the two neighborhood men were both married and had children. All three of the salesmen and the warehouse manager from her office were also married as was the old lover from high school. The last stranger that she met at the supermarket was the most difficult to find but I tracked him down with some effort and determined that he was shacked up with a long-time girlfriend. The two mail clerks from Yvonne's office were both just young kids, right out of high school and both still lived with their parents.
Yvonne was served with the divorce papers on Tuesday and I spent a couple of evenings moving all of my stuff from the house into a storage facility, while Yvonne yelled at me or cried her eyes out, alternately. I kept having to tell the bitch that she didn't have the slightest idea what real love was and reminding her that it was her idea to cheat on me that ended our relationship.
That Friday, I talked to my boss about changing two weeks of my scheduled vacation to begin the following Monday and he agreed, after I told him that I had some personal problems to take care of and either he gave me the time or I'd walk out.
That evening I watched one of the punk mail clerks go into a bar not far from the office and followed him inside. I sat at the bar nursing a single beer while he put away several, passing time with other people from the office. When he got up and headed somewhat unsteadily for the door, I followed, noting that dusk had fallen.
I caught up with the punk before he got to his car, spun him around and said, "Kid, you ought to be more careful whose wife you stick your dick into, regardless of whatever story she tells you."
My fist caught him in the solar plexus, leaving him gasping for air. By the time I left him laying on the ground, he was pretty well trashed, squirming in a pool of his own vomit.
The other kid went jogging late Saturday afternoon in a sparsely used park. I would never have caught him except for my trusty mountain bike, which made it no contest. Once I caught him on the back side of the trail, I pulled him into the bushes and beat the living shit out of him — after telling him why.
On Monday at midmorning, I rang the doorbell at the Gordon house, just four houses down from my own. Marcia Gordon opened the door and recognized me from neighborhood events.
"Hi, Marcia. I'm Ray Davis, from down the street. I wanted to talk with you about a private matter, if I may."
"Sure, Ray. Come on in."
She pointed to the living room and, after she took an easy chair, I sat on the sofa. She looked at me expectantly.
"I... hate to be the bearer of bad news but..." I sighed loudly, "I've found out recently that my wife, Yvonne, and Roger... yes, your husband Roger... have been having sex on a regular basis at my house when I've been away."
Her head dropped to her hands. "No, oh, god, no! I was afraid something was going on."
"Why? What clues did you see?"
"Oh, he'd come home sometimes with that... peculiar smell... you know, it's distinctive... the smell of female... pussy! But he always tried to tell me it was something else."
"Just so you know, I've filed for a divorce and have moved out of the house. Do you have any idea what you will do?"
"Oh... I don't... don't know for sure. Yes, I do! I'm going to kick the bastard out! Shit! I don't know what I'll do. That mother-fucker! Pardon my language."
"That's okay, Marcia. I understand. I'm ashamed that it was my wife that caused this."
"Oh, she couldn't have caused it if he hadn't wanted it to happen. I wonder how many times he screwed that bitch."
"Unfortunately there is no way to know. I'm afraid it was quite a few times, though."
"Why? Why would the bastard do that to me?"
"I don't understand, Marcia. It looks to me like he had a good thing here at home. Why he would risk that for someone like her, I don't understand either."
Suddenly she stood and yanked her dress over her head, throwing it to the floor. Her bra and panties followed and she stood before me naked, with no shame or self-consciousness.
"Look at me, Ray. Be totally objective now. Be honest. Do I not have a good enough body to keep a man interested in me? Am I so repulsive that he'd have to go somewhere else?"
I looked up and down her thirty-something-year-old body, seeing no real flaws and a lot of assets to be loved. "No, you are not repulsive. You are beautiful and sexy and very lovable."
"Oh? Do you really think so?"
"Yes, I really do. No question about it."
She closed the distance between us, leaning over to place her hands on my knees. "Would you like a little measure of revenge, Ray? Would you be interesting in screwing Roger's wife? You know, just to get back at those two a little?"
She took my smile as an answer, tugging at my belt to help me out of my clothes. I lifted my hips and watched her pull my pants and shorts down my leg, watched her lick her lips when she saw my raging hard-on standing up tall and proud.
"Is that for me, Ray? Can I have some of that?"
"Of course it is, sweetie. Help yourself."
She straddled my legs and slowly lowered herself down over my probe, gently easing it into her hot pussy. While she worked herself down my shaft, I captured her tits and held them together, licking first one and then the other. There was a faint scent of gardenia fragrance between her soft globes, satisfying both my sense of taste and smell. My sense of touch was being fulfilled by her bottom slowly wandering up and down and around and around my fulcrum.
Marcia seemed to lose herself in the sensations emanating from our connection, her eyes closed; tongue slowly licking from side to side between her slightly open lips. Just the sight of her face made my cock jump and jerk with anticipation within her velvet channel. I felt the walls of her pussy begin to pulse around me and knew from the big "O" of her mouth that she was experiencing an orgasm... just before my balls contracted and began spitting my sticky hot cum high into her belly. Marcia collapsed on my chest just as we both were finishing our own personal glory.
Although my cock lost some of its expanding blood, when my hands began to stroke Marcia's broad butt, the deflation slowed, stopped and finally reversed until I was long and hard again. I guess this is one of the reasons I couldn't understand Yvonne's reasoning: I had always been able to get hard again fairly quickly. It might take me a little longer each time to cum again but that didn't keep me from being able to pound a pussy again after the adrenaline burn had passed. Yet she didn't seem to take that into consideration.
I pushed a coffee table out of the way and carefully lowered Marcia to the carpeted floor, never letting my cock come all the way out of her cunt. While I took control and began to fuck her, I smothered her face in kisses. She giggled and started to hump her hips up to meet my thrusts, settling into the same rhythm as me so that we were soon lashing each other rather hard. She began muttering words of encouragement that gradually became louder and more demanding, until she hissed that she was cumming again.
I wasn't close to cumming again myself so I held still and let Marcia enjoy her climax until several moments after it had passed. Then slowly I started working my way in and out of her pussy again, noting the additional lubricant her climax had left in my path. Sitting back on my haunches, I lifted her right leg and slowly began to roll it to my right, gradually changing the angle of my entry. I took several minutes and a number of in-and-out cycles to get to the point where her legs were both extended out to my right side. The ever-changing smile on her face indicated that she liked the changes in sensations caused by the position changes.
I think she was anticipating my next move, because when I wrapped my arms around her hips and lifted her, she tucked her left leg up so that, as I turned her face down, her legs wound up on either side of me in the classic doggy position. My cock, which had almost come out of her slick pussy, drove deeply into her again and again, loving the feeling of being so far inside her and pressing against her big broad bottom which greeted my every thrust like a soft warm pillow.
For a while I fondled her big swinging boobs but knew the inevitable was right around the corner, so I slipped two fingers between her legs and began to nudge her clit. Still my balls began to shoot spurts of fresh cum into her twat before she was ready. Fortunately it didn't take much though as she seemed to cum right after my hot seed sprayed her walls. We collapsed side by side when our respective climaxes had subsided.
"Well, that's a start on what he did to me. I have to say it was a great start too," Marcia said.
"I agree — a great start. Thank you."
"I guess, Ray, I'll have to move out. I don't know where I'll go but... if we ever meet again, you'd be welcome to do it again, if you want to. I won't ever forget."
"Thank you, sweet lady. I will be inclined to take you up on that offer." I leaned over and kissed her.