Then Donald reached up and rolled Joan over on to her back. There was no doubt, now, about the destination of his first ejaculation. Donald has made the choice – he wanted my wife’s cunt! His hands reached down and parted Joan’s thighs. Her pussy opened up like a flower in front of my eyes – her erect throbbing clitoris, her blood-engorged labia, and the deep, tight tunnel beyond, glistening with her flowing love moistures.
With a groan of pleasure, she reached between his legs to take hold of his cock again, and guided it into the open, welcoming gash between her splayed thighs. There was no time for more foreplay between them. They each wanted nothing more than to fuck the other.
And, for the first time, ever, I watched my wonderful Joan fuck – and be fucked. She was magnificent in her lust. She exhorted Donald to fuck her hard – harder – harder! She spurred him on by telling how good his big cock was, and how well he used it. How she was going to come harder, and longer, than she ever had before.
Donald was a machine out of control. His hips were moving like a car’s camshaft. He was setting a speed record of thrusts per second into her welcomingly juicy pussy. His eyes were rolling up into his head, showing only the whites. He was in a world of abandoned lust.
Then, with an unworldly strangulated roar, Donald finally abandoned himself to a juddering climax and, only seconds later, Joan, too, let out a long strident shriek of pure pleasure, her legs scissoring tightly round his waist as she pulled him into her, as far as he could go. Their bodies locked together in passion, they became one, lost in their own mutual orgasmic galaxy.
They both seemed to pass out for several minutes and then, they finally began stirring. Donald was the first to speak, his hands still roaming over Joan’s curves and hollows, like a little boy with the Christmas present he thought he would never get. He said that he never would have believed it. He had never made such wonderful love, nor had a woman as beautiful as Joan. He’d wanted to make love to her from the first moment he’d met her, over three months ago. She was exquisite. He admitted that he’d jerked off many times, fantasizing about fucking her – seeing her naked – touching her.
Joan told him that she had found herself very attracted to him, from the first, and, on a few occasions, she had been very tempted to make love with him, but that she couldn’t be untrue to me. She loved me, and our sons, deeply. Donald and she couldn’t have an affair. They could only have that afternoon, and then kiss each other goodbye.
But the afternoon didn’t have to finish right then!
She leaned over and lifted Donald’s now quiescent, but still large and impressive penis, from his thigh. Dropping her head, she took it into her skilful, tantalising mouth, teasing it back to life with her lips and tongue. As she did so, her fingers gently cupped his testicles and stroked the hardening base of his cock, until a low moaning, deep in his throat, began again. She moved her head up and down his shaft, at an ever-increasing pace, fondling his balls at the same time.
Every so often, as she felt his cock thicken, prior to coming, she pulled away and just rubbed his length across her face, sliding it lovingly along first one cheek, then the other, and giving it tiny nibbling kisses as it passed across her lips. In the closet, as I watched her apply this technique, with which I was so familiar, I knew what bitter-sweet agonies of sensation would be pulsing through him, and I fought desperately to retain my very consciousness as I vicariously shared his exquisite torture.
Finally, Joan relented and swung a leg across his, and mounted him. With one dexterous movement, she fed his rampant cock into her pussy and began to ride him. Like a drowning man, he reached up and clasped her swinging breasts – then he clutched at her butt cheeks – then back to her tits. He was making animal noises again, and his head was rolling from side to side, his mouth open.
