I fell off to the side and thought about the day’s events. I ruminated over what happened between the two people closest to me. I fixated on Jessica giving up her ass yet again to an enormous cock. My thoughts entered dangerous territory as I worried what these adventures we enjoyed thus far might do to our marriage. Not only what we had already done but what we wanted to do.
It was hard to grasp why I thought the way I did, but as long as we had been married, I imagined watching my wife fucking another guy. In Vegas, it became a reality for the first time. Now that Rob had conquered her, my fantasies may have become too real.
When the clock rang seven o’clock, I felt the warm embrace of sleep catch up to me, only to be shaken out of that light slumber when Jessica woke up. She looked around the room when her swollen eyes landed on mine. A broad grin across her cum-covered face greeted me as she moved over and wrapped her arms around me.
John, my wife reeked. She smelled of sweat. She smelled of cum. I could smell her ruined muff and that unmistakably musky fragrance of a thoroughly plundered ass. I kissed her gently on the forehead, feeling dried cum on my lips.
We both fell asleep until about eleven. My wife was in the shower, so I got back into my clothes. Rob must have retreated upstairs to his room.
“God, am I starving,” she said, joining me in the kitchen.
She asked me to make her something to eat, so I started making a pastrami and coleslaw panini while she watched me in silence.
Seeing me glance repeatedly at her, she reached over the counter and kissed me. Like a military de-briefing, Jessica knew I had to hear every detail about her plundering, especially since it came from my best friend’s enormous dong.
“Thank you!” she smiled. ” Today was incredible!” She glowed in orgasmic bliss. “And fuck, does Rob know how to use his dick. He knew exactly what I wanted!”
“So, you enjoyed my best friend?”
“Yes!” Jessica gleamed. ” Even more so, knowing how close you two are and knowing you always wanted him to fuck me.”
“I always wanted what?” I asked her.
“Don’t even go there, ” she correctly observed. “You know I’m right.”
“But did you always want to fuck him?” This I had to know.
“Not until I knew he was visiting. I knew you would want him to fuck me, so I did what a great wife would do. I gave you exactly what you wanted.” My eyes remained fixated on her. Every word she said was processed by my perverted brain.
“Go on,” I said.
“Well,” she replied, continuing the debriefing. “Just like in Vegas, I didn’t count how often I came. But today, when I had Rob’s cock of his in my ass, I had an orgasm that lasted for an eternity before I passed out!”
My dick grew hard in my shorts. Her words stunned me. “You came from getting your ass fucked?” I have heard about women climaxing from anal sex, but John, this was all new to me. “And he made you pass out?”
“First off, this will make you jealous, maybe even angry. But listen,” she said, sipping her bottled water.
“I know what I had promised you, but I came so many times. All I knew was that I had to have as much of Rob’s long, fat masterpiece as possible. I knew it would hurt like hell, but of all the positions he fucked me in, and Rob fucked me every which way, he didn’t butt-fuck me. Yes, you heard me screaming in pain when he began to push that monster cock in my ass. But Ronald, I wanted it.”