Connie and Jay – cucking dinner
I wrote this story for a friend I met chatting so it’s geared towards a specific set of kinks. Through an extra one in there for the other cucks that like reading stories. Hope everyone can find something in there to enjoy.
“Hi, is this Chris?”
“Connie? Haven’t heard from you in forever.”
“Oh my god, it is you. I wasn’t sure if you changed your number. I figured I’d give it a shot and try my luck. How have you been?”
“Um, good I guess. Not a lot going on just keeping up with work and all since Jessie broke up with me.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. I can’t believe she broke up with you. You’re such a great guy. What happened?”
“Yeah, I’m not really sure. Probably some other guy at work. I knew she was kind of slutty when we started dating but took my chances anyway. Not a big deal. It wasn’t going anywhere serious.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re not all torn up about it. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come by the house for dinner tomorrow with me and my husband. It would be great to see you and catch up. You can meet Jay. I’m sure you two will probably hit it off.”
“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that. I’m not really digging the idea of meeting my ex’s husband.”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude. It will be fine. Come on, I’m sure you still love lasagna. I’ll make some for you.”
“Alright, what the hell? What time?”
“Great! Seven o’clock. I’ll text you the address! See you then!”
“What the hell is going on here?” I thought to myself. Why would an ex-girlfriend be bringing me over to meet her husband and have dinner? That’s pretty bizarre.
The next day started off pretty normal. I went to the gym, went to work, had my lunch, then headed home after a long day. At five o’clock, my phone buzzed to remind me about dinner with Connie and her husband Jay. This was going to be a god awful night. What the hell made me say yes? I started to think back to when Connie and I were dating and it hit me!
Several years back, I was dating this bubbly blonde girl named Connie. Her long, straight blonde hair was always bouncing and swaying when she was giggling and having fun with her friends. That’s what had caught my attention in the first place. Once I put my eyes on her, what kept my attention were those gorgeous big tits that she had. I had my fair share of busty women but her tits were just amazing. They were full and round, bouncy and perky, and when she wore tank tops, her cleavage was always threatening to push out over the top of it and she pranced about with her bubbly little self.
I managed to chat her up and we started dating. After the first couple of dates, I finally managed to get my hands and lips on those gorgeous tits of hers. They felt even better than I had imagined. They were the kind of tits that always held their place even without a bra. Sure they bounced when she was getting fucked really hard but always returned to their place nice and high on her chest when you stopped. I never could stop myself from cumming on those sexy tits of hers. Easily put more loads on her there than I did everywhere else combined.
As if that wasn’t enough, she was a pro at sucking cock. Now, I’m not the most well endowed man out there but I have a sizable dick. When it’s hard like steel, it stands at a very proud nine inches and has pretty good girth to it. She loved handling my cock with her hands and mouth. She would start off really slow by licking her way up my entire shaft until she reached the head and then swirl her tongue around the tip. She would lick the underside of my fat mushroom head and then suck the tip into her mouth. Not just put the tip in her mouth, literally suck it into her like it’s the last source of air on the planet. Her lips would be halfway around my knob and she would suck deep and hard until her lips were sealed just below the glands. This was all just to get started.
She’ll reach down with one hand and cup my balls, massaging them, rolling them around her fingers all while the other hand is stroking up and down my shaft. This girl was a pro. Not sure how many times she practiced this but she definitely knew her way around a big cock. She would then start bobbing her head up and down, slowly taking more of my shaft into her mouth, the tip working its way to the back until it reached her throat. Spit would be running down the sides of my cock while her hand pumped stroked the rest of the length. Connie would then keep sucking on my cock, pressing the back of it to her throat and start to swallow, taking me into her throat. Fuck! I found a real winner. Connie really knew how to handle a big dick unlike any other woman I had ever had.
Right before I thought I was about to finish, Connie would clamp down on the base of my shaft and firmly squeeze my balls. Not to cause pain, but to edge me. Work me up to the very edge of cumming and then ease me off the cliff making me last longer. She would later tell me that she loved sucking cock. That’s why she always edged me. Connie wanted it to last and guys always came in her mouth too soon. She wanted to feel those big, hard cocks in her mouth until she was satisfied and then she would let them cum. She wasn’t kidding. A couple of times, she edged me for over 30 minutes sucking on my cock.
When Connie was finally ready for me to cum in her mouth, she was determined to get every last drop out of me. She would lick and suck on the knob while stroking feverishly on my shaft. Her tongue would be going wild on the tip, licking the glands, swirling around it, sucking and slurping on it hard. Then Connie would hold the cock steady right as it started to throb and expand again. She knew when you were going to cum and she didn’t want to miss a drop. She would keep a hand holding the base firmly and the other stroking and milking your cock for all it was worth until I unloaded, lips closed tightly around the tip, sucking so hard she even left a hickie a few times.
When she had my cum flying into her mouth, you would have thought she was tasting milk of the gods from heaven. The look of pure pleasure on her face as I started to cum in her mouth was indescribable other than pure bliss. I could swear she’s had orgasms just from sucking cum out of my cock. I think Connie enjoyed sucking cock more than she ever did actually having sex.
Yes, those memories are what made me agree to go to her house to have dinner.
Thinking back to the days I had dated Connie, I got home, showered, and got dressed to drive over to her house. I didn’t want to get too dressy and be awkward so I just threw on some casual slacks and a short sleeve button up shirt. I wanted to look nice but not come across as trying really hard. That would just make things weird and awkward seeing an ex-girlfriend for the first time in many years and meeting her husband.
I showed up to their house at seven on the dot. They had a pretty nice house, a good part of town in a well-to-do neighborhood. I wouldn’t have called it a mansion but it was clear they did ok. Nice cars in the driveway and well-manicured yard. Maybe this was just her wanting to show me how well she had done for herself despite me breaking up with her after moving away when I was done with college. It wouldn’t be the first time an ex tried to spite me. To be honest, I had been a bit of a dick when I was younger. Connie was now probably going to pull out her husband’s monster cock in front of me to shame me even more.
I parked on the street and walked up to the house. I rang the doorbell and just waited patiently for a bit until I heard the door click and it started to open. There she was, the bust blonde beauty I remembered from college, gorgeous tits and all. Connie was wearing this white blouse, top three buttons undone showing off that great cleavage I remembered so fondly. I could just see the tops of a black lace bra that she had on. That was followed by a skirt kindly hugging her motherly hips and a pair of stockings and heels. She was a little heavier than when I had known her but surely that was due to the married life and I’m sure kids. I doubt her husband wasted any time getting his dick in her as often as he could. She still looked fucking amazing after all of these years though.
“Hi Chris, come on in,” she said rather excitedly. “So nice to see you again.” Once I got through the threshold, she pulled me in for a nice big hug which I gladly reciprocated. I let my hands linger and wander a bit, feeling across her lower back and brushing over her ass. Yes, I’m a bit of a perv. So sue me. Just as my hands were brushing across her ass, my eyes went up and met the gaze of her husband, watching rather sternly as I got a quick feel of his wife. I don’t think he really approved but he wasn’t making any sudden moves to get me to stop. I just smiled at him and lingered a bit more. I did say I was a bit of a dick, didn’t I? If I’m here to get shown up by my ex, I may as well enjoy myself a little bit, right?
Eventually, Connie did pull away from me, probably once she felt the bulge in my pants pressing against her thigh. We made a little small talk, she introduced me to her husband Jay, and we proceeded into the dining room. Connie’s sexy big ass was leading the way, my eyes locked on it as it bounced and swayed in front of me. Jay was walking beside me, I’m sure very well aware of what I was looking at making my way through the house. After a bit more catching up, we sat for dinner and Connie brought out her wonderful lasagna. It was one of my favorites from back in college. Her mother had taught her this recipe when she was young and I think it was one of the things she used to hook men, as if her blowjobs weren’t enough. Fuck, what good blowjobs!
We sat and talked and ate for about an hour. The whole time, I kept staring at her gorgeous tits in that blouse of hers. She’d adjust her shirt from time to time and I’d catch more glimpses of the upper parts of her breasts and her black lace bra. I’d look up and see Jay sitting there looking at me ogling his wife not saying a word about it. What was with this guy? I’d be pissed as hell if my wife’s ex was just gocking at her like this. Did he really not care? After a while, I found myself having a bit of fun with it. I would openly stare at her tits and then look right over at him and smile that knowing smile a guy gives you when he’s had your woman before. He knows exactly what she likes and knows how to give it to her and he’s right there with her, right in front of you.
Once we were done with dinner, Connie offered some drinks out in the living room which I accepted. The least I could do is get more images of those tits in my head so I could go home and beat off thinking about her. I sat on the large sofa, Jay sat on a recliner opposite from me, no doubt to keep an eye on me. Connie served the drinks, handed the first one to Jay and then sat next to me on the couch offering me one and keeping one for herself. It was a three person sofa, I was sitting at one of the ends, and she had elected to sit in the middle, arm propped up on the back and leaning over towards me. This gave me a great view down her short to those magnificent tits.
As we kept chatting, sharing stories and memories, she’d occasionally lean over and slap my leg playfully, always opening up her shirt to me more. I was loving this so far. Her husband Jay just sat in his recliner watching us as we chatted and sipped on our drinks. Phew! She made some strong drinks. It wasn’t long until I felt a little bit of a buzz. In my slightly diluted state, I figured I’d see how far I could take this little game.
As Connie kept talking, I stopped pretending. I was full on staring at her tits, only providing short, blanket answers to whatever she was rambling on about. Occasionally, I would love over at Jay, his eyes locked on me staring at his wife’s tits, and giving him a little smirk. When Connie would keep reaching over and slapping my thigh, her hand started to linger more, her hits coming closer and closer to my shaft that was now firmly printing in my slack. There couldn’t have been a person in the room who didn’t know I was starting to get hard as my cock started to harden against my length and tighten my slacks. Once Connie’s fingers started to brush the tip of it with her playful little slap, I knew there was something more going on here.
I looked over at Jay, his eyes locked on me, then looked over at Connie as she continued rambling on about some girl we both knew in college. Without thinking it completely through, I reached a hand up and slid it into Connie’s blouse and firmly grabbed the top of one of her tits. Mmmmm, just as soft and nice as I remembered them. Connie jumped, startled by my boldness, mouth agape in disbelief. I looked over at Jay and said “So, Jay, is this what you’ve been waiting for? Did you want to see me feel your wife’s tits?” He just sat there in stone cold silence looking at me, a bit of worry set in his eyes, a bit unsure of himself.
“Chris, what are you doing?” Connie asked. She made no attempt to pull away or remove my hand from her breast. “Oh come on, Connie.” I said. “Let’s not be so coy, shall we?” I grabbed her wrist and brought it onto my cock, placing it firmly on the middle of my shaft. “I’m sure you remember him from our old days in college.” I looked at her face and saw her blush, her timid hand still resting on my cock. She bit her lip and then inhaled deeply, slowly squeezing my fat cock through my pants. “Oh my god, I almost forgot how big you were.” I set my drink down on the coffee table and made myself at home. Clearly, this was going to go anywhere that I wanted it to and neither of them were going to do any less than exactly that.
I slipped my second hand into her blouse, pushing her tits up and out of her shirt still held back by her bra. I gave them a firm squeeze before dropping my mouth to them starting to suck and kiss her breasts. While I keep my attention focused on Connie’s breasts, I look over at Jay and give him a sly smirk. “I’m sure going to enjoy playing with these again” I say, now practically mauling her nice, big, full breasts. Connie’s hand is still resting on my cock, starting to squeeze it harder, starting to stroke me through my slacks. I keep my eyes on Jay as he watches me play with his wife’s tits, sucking, kissing and biting what should be his. He reaches a hand down to adjust himself and I notice that he’s no competition for what’s being contained in my pants. Based on his bulge he’s maybe four inches, five at best. Connie almost certainly hasn’t had a big, fat cock stretching her pussy out for a long time. That’s when I got my wicked idea.
I stood up, briefly pulling myself away from her tits and grabbed Connie’s hands, pulling her to her feet, her tits still hanging out over her blouse but in her bra. “Let’s take this upstairs” I say. “Lead the way, Connie”. She hesitates for a minute and looks over at Jay who doesn’t say anything, just playing with his little dick through his pants. Without any protests from her husband, she starts heading for the stairs pulling my hand. I look back and Jay doesn’t move. I say to him “What’s the matter, Jay? Don’t you want to watch your wife get stuffed with a big, fat cock?” I feel Connie’s hand tremble at the mention of my cock. Jay quickly stands and starts following us up the stairs.
Connie is leading the way in front of us, holding my hand, taking the stairs easily, gripping the hand rail, noticeably unsteady on her high heels. It occurs to me that she probably doesn’t wear them often. Maybe she just wore them to be a tease. She probably remembers how much I like seeing heels on a woman and often had her wear them back in college. Her ass is practically in my face and I can’t help myself. I reach out and smack it, following that up with a firm squeeze. I look back at Jay again and say “That ass is going to look so good riding on my cock. Just wait and see.”
Connie gets to the top of the stairs and pushes open the first door on the right. “Come in here, this is our guest room.” “Oh no, my dear,” I say. “We’re going to your bedroom.” She looks at me, this time more confidence in her eyes. “I’m really going to enjoy this,” she says. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a big cock.” Almost like an excited little school girl, she pulls me and hurries along to their bedroom, Jay and me in tow. We walk into her bedroom and I take a quick look around. I see a seat off to the side of the room. “Jay, go sit over there,” I tell him. “You’ll have a great view of what I’m about to do to your wife.” I looked over at Connie and she was about to start undoing the rest of the buttons on her blouse. “Stop. I want little cock Jay over there to watch me do every bit of this to you.”
Connie gets this devilish grin on her face, anticipation and desire building up in her eyes. Jay takes his seat off to the side as I start walking up to Connie. That look on her face was priceless, biting her lower lip, shallow rapid breaths, a fire in her eyes that I remembered so fondly. I’m standing at the side of the bed and pull her into me for a kiss. Her arms instantly wrap around me, craving what is yet to come. I kiss her deeply, hands running all over her back, reaching down to squeeze her ass, pressing those gorgeous tits against my chest. She moans into my mouth and I open my eyes to look over her shoulder. Jay is sitting there, watching intently and anxiously, still rubbing his little dick through his pants.
I pull away from kissing Connie and hold her firmly by her hips. I spin her around to look at Jay, her back against me. I pulled her back against my body, my cock now pressed firmly against her ass. I start kissing her neck as Connie begins to moan a little louder. My hands move up her body from her hips, caressing the sides of her body, then reaching up to squeeze her tits again. “This tits feels so amazing, Jay. Your wife’s tits are just as good as I remember them”, I say, looking over Connie’s shoulder and smiling at Jay.
My hands move down over her stomach, reaching her buttons and I start to slowly undo them. Connie is running one of her hands through my hair as I keep kissing her neck. She’s leaning back against me and reaches back with her free hand to rub my shaft through my slacks. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to have this big cock in me again. My husband is so much smaller than you”. I open up her blouse all of the way and pull it off of her shoulders. I reach behind her and quickly undo her bra, letting it fall away as her big tits come out into both Jay’s and my view. My hands reach up once again to rub them, squeeze them, and tug on her nipples. “Oh, Chris. You always knew how to turn me and make me wet for that big cock of yours.”
Jay’s eyes are fixed on my hands while I’m playing with his wife’s tits. “You like watching this, don’t you, Jay? Sitting over there and playing with your little cock while I play with your wife.” I slide my hands down Connie’s stomach and reach down for the hem of her skirt. I start tugging it up her legs and over her sexy, wide hips, finally bunching it up around her waist. Now one less piece of fabric between me and that sexy ass of hers. My left hand reaches back down and slides into the front of her panties as I look up and see Jay’s anxious eyes aimed at his wife’s crotch. “Well, I guess that’s not fair is it?” I say. “Little cock Jay needs to see what I’m doing to his wife”. I pull her panties to the side and let Jay set his eyes on Connie’s pussy as my fingers make contact with it.
Connie’s moans start to get louder, her grip on my cock more firm, her other hand starting to tug on my hair. My cock has now grown into a steel rod, straining hard against my slacks. My fingers are slowly working circles over her pussy lips and clit, sliding up and down her slit, applying pressure to her clit, then working them back down towards her hole, teasing her slowly while my other hand continues its assault on her tits. “I’m going to do nasty things to your wife’s tight little pussy, Jay. I’m going to stretch so much your little dick won’t even touch the sides going in.”
“Stop fucking teasing me already. I need that fat cock” Connie says. She pushes herself away from my grip, turns herself around to face me and practically rips away my shirt, snapping a couple of buttons off in her haste. She gets down on her knees working feverishly on my belt and pants, trying to reach inside and pull my big cock out. She can’t pull it out over the top, huffs in frustration, then tugs my pants down to the floor. “Oh fuck yes, that’s the cock I’ve been waiting for” she says as my dick finally free from its confines bobs in her face.
She wraps her right hand around the base, pointing it up at the ceiling and in true good old Connie fashion, starts massaging my balls with the other hand as she starts licking from the base all the way up my shaft. She licks every side of my cock, covering it in spit, then swirls her tongue around the tip just before setting her lips on top of my knob. This is definitely the girl I remember. Connie starts sucking on my tip, applying deep suction until my tip slips past her lips. Her lips now firmly sealed around my mushrooms, she starts wrapping her tongue around it, slurping and stroking just like I remember her doing all of those years ago. Connie’s other hand is firmly rubbing my balls as she keeps working on the rest of my fat cock.
“Oh fuck, I always loved the way you sucked my cock, Connie. Isn’t she great, Jay?” Connie looks over her shoulder at her husband and says “I could never suck his little dick like this, I need a big cock in my mouth.” She returns her attention to my cock and keeps sucking firmly while she strokes my long, hard and fat shaft, slurping sounds escaping her mouth. Connie is moaning around my dick like she always did driving me so close to the edge. It has only been about a minute and I was almost ready to blow my load in her mouth. Connie never missed a beat. She clamped one hand on the base of my cock, applied a little more pressure on my balls, and just liked that backed me off the edge so she could get back to work.
I moved my hips a bit to the side, Connie’s mouth and hands staying with me the full time. I wanted to be sure Jay had a good view of his wife being such a slut for a big, fat cock, her sucking it for everything she was worth just like back in college. Her spit was starting to run down the sides of my shaft as she kept slurping on the tip and sucking her. Connie was using that as more lubrication to stroke me faster and harder, now wanting to work me up to the edge. “Show Jay how a real cock cums in a whores mouth” she said. That was all it took for me. She sealed those lips around the head again, pumped furiously on my shaft and lifted my balls almost as if to coax the cum out of them.
I looked over at Jay and grunted loudly, wanting to be sure he knew I was cumming in his wife’s mouth right then and there. When I looked at him, he had pulled his little dick out of his zipper and was stroking himself with a couple of his fingers, not having a lot to play with. I grabbed Connie’s head and pushed my cock to the back of her throat, first blasting the insides of her mouth with cum and then relishing the washing waves of a massive orgasm with my tip seated firmly in her throat with Connie never letting up. I thought she was done but boy was I wrong.
Connie backed her mouth up from my cock until only the tip was in her mouth again. She kept rubbing my heavy sack and stroking my shaft, unrelenting in her pursuit. “God damn, Connie. You got ever drop,” I said. She looks up at me and says “Mmmmm, I know and it tasted so good. Now you have to stay hard so you can show Jay how a real cock fucks a tight little pussy like mine.” This woman was going to drive me insane. I looked up at Jay again and said “You hear that, Jay? Your wife wants this big, fat cock to stretch her pussy. She’s just not getting enough from your little prick”.
Connie kept sucking until she was satisfied then finally pulled her mouth away from my dick, leaning up to kiss me. I never really liked kissing a girl after popping a fresh load of cum in her mouth but this seemed to excite her so I went with it. I could still taste a little bit of it on her tongue as she swirled it into my mouth and at that moment, I frankly didn’t care. This woman was a vixen, knew what she wanted and by God she was going to get it. Connie still had her hand working my shaft as she kissed me, me looking over her shoulder again watching little Jay play with his little toy and smiling at him.
I sat on the edge of the bed, finally kicking off my shoes and freeing myself from my pants. Connie was about to mount me, getting ready to straddle me with her legs on either side. I pushed her back and said “Oh no, Jay needs to have a good view of your pussy getting stretched over this fat cock.” She got such a dirty look on her face as she twirled her body around, her hair bouncing and flinging about just as I remembered back to those days in college. I spread her legs wide, held her hips, and slowly lowered her onto my engorged tip.
Jay’s eyes lit up and he feverishly went to town on his little dick as my cock started to part Connie’s lips. Her lips slowly engulfed my tip which found its way to her entrance. “Oh fuck, I can already remember exactly what this is going to feel like” she said, feeling the pressure against her pussy. Connie reached down with one of her hands and spread her pussy lips open. “Get a good look at this, Jay. This is what a real cock looks like going into a pussy.” With that, she let all of her weight drop on top of my cock plunging it deep into her pussy. “OH FUCK! THAT COCK FEELS SO GOOD STRETCHING MY PUSSY!” Connie is almost losing her mind at this point, instantly gushing all over my shaft and balls.
Jay’s eyes are locked on the scene before him, a big fat cock plunged deep into his wife’s pussy. Connie’s pussy stretched tightly around my shaft. My hands holding his wife’s hips. He instantly cums as soon as my entire shaft is absorbed by his wife’s pussy. He shoots cum all over his pants and hand, jerking his little dick like his life depended on it. Connie looks up at him and says “Oh your poor little fucker. You haven’t seen anything yet. Come on, Chris. Fuck this pussy with that big cock of yours like I know you can.”
I grab Connie’s hips and ease her off my cock a few inches, giving me some room to work. I start thrusting my hips in and out of her pussy hard, fast and deep. Connie begins to wail, leaning forward, ass back, hands on her knees holding herself up as I keep assaulting her from below. I look over at Jay again, cum smeared all over his little dick and hand, still rubbing his limp dick watching intently as my fat shaft strokes in and out of his wife.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum. Fuck, I’m going to cum all over your fat cock! AHHHHHH!”. Connie lets loose a torrent of juice spraying all over my shaft and the floor and bed beneath us. She collapses back onto me, relishing in the afterglow of an intense orgasm and breathing heavily as she lays on top of me with my hard cock still firmly inside of her. “Fuck, I haven’t cum that hard since the last time you fucked me. I just love your big cock”. She reaches down and strokes over her pussy, my shaft, then running her fingers over my balls. “Looks like someone needs a little cleaning” , noticing her juices completely covered me.
She gets up, taking a moment to steady herself, looking up at Jay and says, “I fucking hope you learned something from that.” Connie then proceeds to her knees and starts her usual manipulations of my cock and balls. This time, she starts at the tip and works her way down my shaft, licking up all of her juices from me. She moves further down to my balls, sucking them into her mouth and cleaning them with a nice tongue bath. Noticing a few trickles of juice further down, she starts working her tongue past my taint. Not one to impede a ladies progress, I put my legs up in the air, laying flat on my back as this sexy woman starts licking back and forth from my balls to my asshole. I reach up to hold my legs and steady them while Connie spreads me and starts tonguing my asshole. She always did that so well.
She was really working herself in there, keeping my balls up with one hand and stroking me with the other. I take a peak over her head, Jay still sitting there watching intently and rubbing his flaccid little dick, barely able to use two fingers on it. He wasn’t even average when he was hard but he was tiny when he was soft. “I bet she never does anything like this for you, does she Jay?” I say to him over the top of his wife’s head. He just lowers his head in shame and shakes it back and forth.
Once Connie is satisfied cleaning me, she stands herself up and looks over at Jay. “He’ll never fuck me good enough with that pathetic little thing for me to even think about doing him any favors. Now get up, Chris and shove that big cock in me some more.” She jumps on the bed, getting on all fours, being sure to face her husband. She spread her legs out giving me plenty of room to get in behind her. Her hands are pressed firmly into the mattress getting ready for what’s about to come. Her big, gorgeous tits hanging like pendulums.
I slide in behind her and rub my tip up and down her lips a couple of times making sure she’s nice and wet for me. I put my mushroom head against her opening and grab her hips, looking up at Jay sitting there in shame. I lock eyes with him, hold onto Connie’s hips firmly, then thrust forward shoving my entire cock into her pussy all at one time, pulling her hips back to meet my thrust. Connie screams from excitement, relishing in the feeling of having her pussy filled again with a big, fat cock. “Fuck, I missed having such a big dick around. I love the way my pussy feels when it’s filled.”
I pulled my hips back slowly, guiding my shaft away from her pussy until just the tip was inside her before ramming it right back into Connie. “UGH!” yelled Connie. “Fuck yes! Deep and hard is how I like it.” I took slow strokes out then rammed my cock back into her, making a big show of slowly pulling my hips back before ramming my cock back into Jay’s wife’s pussy. After doing this about fifteen times, Connie looks back at me and says “Quit teasing Jay you bastard and fuck me with that thick cock like you mean it”.
Music to my ears. I grabbed her hips and started pumping my shaft into her like a piston on a race car giving her everything I had. Connie bent over below me, dropping her head to the mattress, arching her back and pressing her ass back to meet each of my thrusts. This woman wanted a good hard fuck and she was going to get it. Her tits were swinging back and forth, still tight and form not sagging enough to meet the mattress. She clearly did not spend any amount of time without a bra on holding those puppies up. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up, making sure Jay could see the expression on her face as I continued pounding deep and hard into her pussy. Connie’s mouth was agape, eyes shut tightly, uttering only sounds at this point as the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room.
Over and over again her pussy gushed all over my shaft, cumming repeatedly from my assault on her pussy. The bed was getting soaked with her pussy juice feeling it dampen under my knees. I got this evil thought of her making him sleep in it, right where I had fucked his wife. I pulled back harder on her hair, her chest lifting up and back arching more. I pulled her back against my chest because I just needed to get my hands on those tits again. I reached around her and looked at Jay with a smile on my face while he watched me squeeze Connie’s tits and continued pounding her pussy. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Connie screams out almost in despair from another orgams, her body shaking and legs quivering as I keep laying it on. Her pussy clamps down around my cock and sends me right over the edge. There was no holding back this time, no edging and no teasing. I thought about pulling out and cumming on her ass but where would the fun be in that.
I lock eyes with Jay again, taking a couple more long, hard and deep thrusts into Connie’s pussy before burying myself to the hilt and making a show of filling her pussy with my load. “Oh fuck I can feel your cock throbbing inside of me. Feels so good when you cum in my pussy.” If my actions weren’t clear enough I was filling his wife’s pussy with cum, Connie sure as hell let him know. I let go of Connie’s body and she collapses forward, well spent and well fucked. I pull myself out of her looking down at her gorgeous ass and a little bit of cum seeping from her pussy lips. I walk into the bathroom and see two towels sitting on the rack labeled “His” and “Hers”. What cheesy fucks? I think to myself. I reach for “His” towel and wipe Connie’s pussy juice and my cum off onto the towel before tossing it onto the sink leaving no doubt what it was used for.
I walk back into the room taking deep, long breaths worn out from that great fuck and start putting my clothes on. I look up to see Connie’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide open, holding Jay’s mouth to her pussy. “Mmmmmm, yes, that’s it baby. Clean his cum out of my pussy.” What the hell did I walk into? I wondered, not having a whole lot of personal experience with this. I finish getting dressed, a couple of buttons missing from my shirt and look back at the scene before me, Jay still lapping away sucking my cum out of Connie’s pussy. Connie’s head is tilted back loving every second of it.
I shrug my shoulders and head for the door. I don’t know if this is a regular thing for them but if it is, I’m sure I’ll get another call