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The stranger was clearly in charge of the body below him, the body that the man no longer knew. She began to move her hips in a circle to add to his pleasure.įor long moments they rocked in union. Her breath came in raged gasps as she took the cock deep into her bowels. His wife's ass slid back and forth, his movements matching her strange lovers. "Ummmmm….ahhh yeah, work that ass for me, baby. The stranger began a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of the round ass before him. The cock disappeared in his wife's ass as she gasped. I want it! Please!" her voice rasped heavy with her desire. "Yes! Yes, I love it more than my husband's! Stick it in. Slowly he pushed his cockhead against the tight rim of her pucker hole. "God, I'm on fire! Please!" her hand slid beneath her and she began rubbing her swollen clit. "You love it better than hubby's?" He inquired as if asking for the time? I LOVE YOUR FAT COCK FUCKING MY ASS" she begged. His wife's hands made tiny fists curled into the pillow. He knew she was searching for the cock, her desire. His wife arched her back as far as she could. "You love this cock." He rubbed the wet cockhead against her asshole. The man moved up and positioned himself over her ass. Her hands reached for the pillow and pressed it to her face.
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She slid her body down until her full breasts flattened against the mattress. You want that, baby?" His hand moved along his cock spreading the saliva over its length. The stranger pulled out just as his wife's orgasm peaked and spit into his hand. He couldn't tear his eyes away but his mind screamed in revulsion. "Right ….there….ahhhhhh I'm gonna cummm…ahhh" she gasped. Gaaaaaahhhhh" Her breathing stopped as she pushed her ass firmly against him. His wife's head slammed back against the thrusting pelvis as she increased her own movements. His cock was sliding in and out easily of her well primed wetness. His hand flashed again and the smack rang like a gunshot. Her head dropped and moved from side to side as his thrusts increased. deeper, Ahhh, that it!" his wife groaned in reply. "You like that? UMMMM… you are so slimy tonight, baby!" Again he slowly slid his cock into her sheath. His hand came down in a slap against her ass. He stood unmoving.Īgain he could see the man's cock slide easily from his wife's pussy, slick and wet from her juices. He wanted to leave to flee the scene which played out before him but his body betrayed him as well. He stood, unable to move, to speak, or breathe. They were oblivious to him, caught up in a passion that was for them alone. Her arms were propped against the headboard of their bed, the same bed where his three children had been conceived. On it, played a scene starring his wife, his love, the mother of his three children pushing back against a man, a stranger. The hands came out from the pockets and rubbed the swollen eyes trying to erase the images which reverberated in the blank screen mind.
The eyes were watching a film played just for him by the maddened projectionist of his mind. The eyes were dark, and red rimmed and filled with a haunted pain. A somewhat aquiline nose sat beneath eyes which seemed to seek some point a thousand yards in the distance. The mouth was a thin line set against a strong chin. A moment's examination would have revealed little, save a man in his late thirties, two day stubble and dark. The dark draped body reached it and fell heavily in the seat.Ī car rolled past, illuminating the body's face for but a moment and then moved on, uninterested in the story revealed there. In the dim distance was a destination a park side seat that ran parallel to the river. Every so often they would shiver against the cold but otherwise they remained stiff and useless. His head was held low and the shoulders were hunched against the rain. The hands were stuffed deep into the overcoat pockets. The legs worked without purpose save to propel forward the body they obeyed. Pants, already wet from the drizzle which backdropped the night, clung to his legs with each step. His footsteps echoed across the vacant expanse of street as he moved through the night.
(Inspired by the song by the redoubtable Toni Braxton)
(Once again, thank you Lad圜ibelle: editor and mid-wife To Patricia51 for the borrowing of two of her creations even though she didn't know it.