
My Slut Wife FuckingI froze, uncertain of what to make of the scene in front of me. "Oh baby" she whispered to Mark again, "I wanted your cock so bad today I almost went down on you right in the living room. Ohhh, fuck me, keep fucking me." She spoke so quietly, so softly I could barely hear what she was saying, even though my face was only maybe two feet away and facing right at her. I could tell by the movements that he took his hand away from her pussy, and caressed her breasts as he slowly ran his hands up to her mouth where she eagerly suckled on his fingers. I could hear her wetness as he fucked my wife, I could hear her moans as he slowly thrust into her pussy, fucking her with long deep, painfully slow strokes that made her sigh. Then, to my surprise, I felt her reach out and take my still startled cock into her hands. "I've got his cock again,” she whispered to Mark. "Don't wake him up," he whispered back. "I'm not done fucking you." Jennifer gave her little giggle. "I'm just going to make him hard again, I love holding his cock while you fuck me." Her long fingernails danced lightly over the shaft and head of my cock, and I felt my already stirring erection grow to a firm thickness, while the couple in the dimness still slowly fucked and whispered to each other. I knew then that they had been fucking like this before, and suddenly a whole lot of what had happened that week made a lot more sense. I wondered just how much had been going on without my realizing it. "He's very hard,” said Jennifer with a cute giggle. "I love it so much. " I could feel her fingers wrap gently around my cock, holding it firmly and lightly. She slowly squeezed it, almost impertibly, in a familiar pattern, and I realized that her grip on my cock tightened ever so gently with each slow thrust of his cock into her body. When his cock slide deep into her pussy her grip tightened, then relaxed as he pulled out again. I doubt she was even aware of it, but I could tell the exact pace of his thrusts from the pressure of her hands, and when he buried it deep and held it in her, she didn’t' relax her grip until he began to pull it out again. "What are you doing? Mark asked her. "Just playing with his cock. I'm holding it." Her voice sounded relaxed, calm. I thought maybe she had already cum at least once with him tonight, or her own needs who have been obvious in her voice. Jennifer was savoring this fuck, enjoying it. I thought of the sweat slicked beauty who had awoken me several night before, fucking me slowly in the afterglow of an earlier orgasm she had shared with Mark. I knew she was open because he had just finished fucking her, and that she was wet because her pussy was spilling with Mark's cum. "He's so hard." she exclaimed in a pleased whisper. I felt her the fingers of one hand roving while the other still held my cock, her nails grazing along my aching shaft that was bursting to be fucking her. My wife giggled again. "This cock wants so bad to be fucking me, this cock in my hands wants to be in my pussy where your cock is right now. I can feel it." Posted: Friday 13th August 2004, 10:14 PM |