He began thrusting into me and my legs rose up, knees bent, hips tilting to let him in deeper. I kept my mouth shut, only letting out small squeaks of pleasure as he suckled first one breast then the other. I soon felt him grow bigger inside me. I vaguely remembered the sudden swelling at the moment of release and knew what was coming and found myself tightening in anticipation but he pulled himself out in one smooth motion and climbed over me so he was kneeling over my chest. He reached down and pulled me up by the back of my head while his other hand guided his throbbing penis towards my mouth.
I had never done something like what he was expecting of me, not with my husband, but my mouth opened to receive him and my lips closed around his slick shaft as he began to fuck my mouth. It only took a couple of pumps before the telltale twitching told me he was on the verge of climaxing. My hands reached behind him and took him by the buttocks and pushed him deeper in as his semen erupted over my tongue and down my throat. Never had I swallowed a man’s jism before but his I gulped down. My eyes drifted up to find his face taut and juddering but his eyes watching intently as I swallowed every drop he squeezed out into me.
I kept going, sucking and drinking him in, mindless with passion, and the fading flesh sitting on my tongue reversed course from shrinking to swelling. I soon had to free it as it became too large to hold and he knelt over me, breathing slow hard breaths, fully hard again. I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue lick him all the way from the base to the tip and back again, and then I took his balls into my mouth.
He watched me and then backed away until he was at my waist. He grabbed me by the hip and flipped me over onto my front. The touch of his palms against my fleshy rump immediately sent a shiver through me and I squirmed with pleasure as he pushed my buttocks away from him. My knees folded under me and my buttocks rose up, available for whatever he required. He spread my cheeks further and drove his cock into me again, his engorged head smashing past my labia once more, gliding in and out, every brush against the walls of my vagina sending out vibrations like a build-up of static charge.
I tried to keep my moans quiet but my mouth was locked open and bestial grunts were all I could manage as waves of pleasure cascaded through me. Then he erupted inside me and my eyes rolled back and my forehead creased and I thought my brain might explode. I fell forward onto the bed and he slipped out of me.
My gasping breath slowed to a wheeze and I turned my head to see him buckling his belt and reach over and take his wallet from the dresser. He looked over at me with an apologetic smile and waved the wallet and said, “Found it.”
I looked at him through lank, sweaty hair and nodded. He put his jacket back on and left. I showered and changed into my nightgown, even though it was still quite early, and crawled into bed exhausted. Instead of worrying about what had just happened, I found myself recalling certain feelings and sensations as he’d used me for his pleasure and couldn’t help but smile to myself as I touched the sensitive, tender area between my legs and winced.