Another time I'll write in all the lovely detail about my experience of my wife's lover's body from the point of view of 69-ing her from a standing position and having the whole amazing spectacle only inches from my eyes as he mouths and tongues her while she, upside down licks as sucks his huge black cock. It seems strange to me that it was ever so hard. Her blonde head thrown back, glossy lipped mouth wide and her long fingered hands clasped tightly round the bars of the bed end as she felt his last half dozen very savage and deep spurts fill her. We said that pictures might spoil our memories, but once I began to doubt my own memories the images suddenly mattered a lot. But I also remember us running and laughing with glasses of wine as I led her down the side of a mountain, trying to make it to a lookout point before the sunset ended.
Sure enough this 19 year old stopped licking her and with two fingers pulled aside the thong strap to reveal her wet and enlarged pussy lips. At first I imagined my wife was delusional, which was reassuring. I went back to my gardening. So did my personal relationships. Joe was still going, and after I pulled out, Ed was ready with his cock for Peggy to continue. And nothing will ever erase my visual memory of her lover's first orgasm which I witnessed barely two paces from the end of the wildy rocking and loudly creaking bed that evening.
Slipping his cock from her mouth she stood again and turning her, he motioned for her to sit on the tables edge. I reckon that comes from the confidence she gives him, not only through her responses to him in foreplay and intercourse, but through lots of open body worship of him with her eyes and hands that she indulges him with. Her blonde locks were tied loosely up and I noticed her lips were glossy and pink. After all this time, his cock was still coming back to life. With the salesman's help, I chose a pair of khakis in my new size, more or less like my old pants but slimmer in the leg, in a lighter fabric, in a shade boldly closer to white than my usual beige. From behind she looked almost naked except for the single thin strap of the slingshot that disappeared between her tanned buttocks which wiggled gently as she walked. I'm gonna make you mine.
I still don't have a great job—I'm a writer, as she knew I would be when she married me—but I do take care of most of the rest of my own life now. The first day was kind of dry, but the second one was more than we expected. My wife's slingshot straps had been peeled back over each large oily breast and this had caused them to squeeze together forming an amazing deep and bulging cleavage. Then, gently his muscular black body rose from my wife and I watched absorbedly as his still large but now slackening cock slid smoothly out of her. Peggy was slurping, licking, sucking and not missing a beat, while Ed was hammering her from behind.
With this young man the sexual vibes that came off them was incredible even when just sitting talking but what a moment to observe that first instant I saw them sexually together. His ears perked up with that, as his eyes opened too. I felt unmoored, with my emotions all over the place and my identity adrift. Was he really taking over her soul??? I asked a lot of questions. And there are beautiful little developments that continuously increases my delight in them. I was also forced to get out of the house more.
It was excruciating to break those kinds of simple habits. After some mixed drinks and some small talk, we made arrangements to meet later for dinner, and drinks in the lounge. She didn't call that night or the next, although she thoughtfully texted to tell me where she kept the Klonopin, in case I had trouble sleeping. Ed came about as quick as I did, and we stood back and watched Joe continue to fuck the hell out of her. Did he make a lot of money? I started smoking again, which killed what was left of my appetite.
His magnificent young body was reared high above my wife whose bent silk stockinged legs were suddenly thrown wide from being clasped so powerfully high up round his black shiny torso. Of course I was angry, but over the years I'd lost my fighting skills. We are going to have three men do her over a long weekend to get her knocked up. To try to describe its symptoms is just embarrassing. Nor will my memory of the very visible orgasmic clenching of her strong vaginal muscles extensively-stretched around the thick cock root of her incredible young lover in answer to each unrestrained cock convulsion of his lengthy and copious ejaculation into her. We'd been ambivalent about children anyway, so we accepted that the postponement might be forever.
It was unfair, I argued, that she was choosing someone who'd already been through the uncertain parts of life—as if she were cheating not only on me but on time itself. She moved much more fluidly, I noticed, than she had in college. Now, I was watching her sucking one and fucking the other, what a sight to behold. This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. Last year we realized that we'd lived through more than half of each other's lives. As of this writing, then, her affair remains on pause, not technically over. My wife and I exchanged a nervous glance.