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She Wanted a Younger Man, chapter 4

by Jeffrey





Several weeks later...


Jeffrey was doing the laundry. He was standing naked in front of the ironing board, using it as a platform upon which to fold some clothes. He had been hand-washing Susan's delicates, had let them air-dry, and was now folding her panties.


He always stayed undressed in the house now, since Susan had suggested it would be exciting for him to do so. Originally, Susan had requested that he be nude when she was home, but in the past few weeks, she had suggested he simply wear nothing whenever he was home. She would call sometimes during the day to see how he was doing, and suggest he go online with the webcam to let her see. She never turned her camera on, and he would always be erect as she teased him that there were several ladies in her office with her to enjoy the 'viewing pleasure'.


Now as he folded sheer lace bras and tiny lace panties he mused that her taste in clothing had changed in such a short time. Gone from her wardrobe were all but the sheerest and laciest undergarments now, since she had begun to enjoy her lover, Randy. It had been quite a transformation. Susan now dressed more feminine, a bit more revealing, and always wore the sexiest bras and panties, no matter whether she was going on a date or teaching a class. She said, "This way, I always feel sexy."


As Jeffrey folded her little thongs, hardly enough fabric to fold really, he wondered if her lover had taken these particular panties off of her, and if so when. It made his penis give a little twitch and a grin pulled at the side of his mouth. He'd never thought that the reality of his wife having another man would be as pleasing as it had turned out to be. For both of them.


He knew he would never meet the boy, nor even see him, for Susan had told him she thought it was a bad idea for her husband and her lover to meet. She wanted to keep the 'mystery' alive. She liked the feeling of being able to manage her two males effectively, and she thought that she should keep them well apart. She knew that Randy wouldn't last forever and had told Jeffrey so. She had also told him that after Randy, there would inevitably be another boy.


Jeffrey finished folding bras and panties and took them in a basket upstairs to place them lovingly in Susan's chest of drawers. It was only 4pm in the afternoon, so Susan wouldn't be home for at least two more hours. That is why he was surprised to hear a key in the front door. He emptied the basket and slipped on a pair of small cotton gym shorts before he went to the living room to see who had just come in – perhaps one of their daughters was home unexpectedly...


Jeffrey was surprised to see Susan and her two friends Nissa and Gail settling themselves onto chairs and the sofa and giggling excitedly. Susan looked up, "Hi honey, I've had to come home early. Gail & Nissa and I had lunch today, and we drank too much wine and talked too long, so we decided to come home."


Jeffrey looked at Gail and she seemed quite happy, "Hi, Jeffrey," she said with a sparkle in her eye, "I'm surprised to see you... uh... dressed in shorts."


He didn't know how to respond, so he said, "Can I get you ladies anything?"


Susan said, "Why don't you open us a bottle of wine, dear?"


"Ok," he said. He got three glasses and a bottle of white wine from the fridge. As he turned he was startled because Susan was right behind him.


She whispered, "Honey, how come you're wearing shorts? I was expecting you to be, well, undressed when we got home. You know the girls know about that..."


"Oh... uh... well, I didn't know if it was one of our girls, dear."


She smiled, "I see, that's good. But none of the girls are coming home; I've talked to all of them in the last day. So... since it's just us, I'd like it if you'd just slip out of the shorts, honey, and serve the wine like you do for me every night."


"But, Gail..." he started to say, but Susan put her finger on his lips to quiet him.


"Honey, you know I've told Gail that I keep you undressed at home. And one of the reasons she agreed to come over was to see you. Nissa was complimentary, in her way, so I'd hate for you to disappoint my friends. Besides, Gail will see you naked sooner or later, dear..."


Jeffrey sighed and nodded, setting the glasses and bottle down and sliding the shorts to his ankles as his wife watched happily.


"Good boy," she said, "Now give me a minute to get settled with the girls before you come out, ok?"


"Yes, dear," he said, as Susan walked back into the living room.


Jeffrey gave a count of ten before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile and blush as he was greeted by the happy faces of the three beautiful women, and three pairs of feminine eyes looking him up and down. Gail was keeping her wide eyes mostly moving between Jeffrey's groin and face, and her smile was a little brighter than the others, since it had the added energy of discovery.


Jeffrey handed each seated women a glass, and then stood before her as he poured - first Susan, then Nissa, then Gail.


When he had finished, Gail smiled up at him, "Thank you, Jeffrey," she said, "and thanks for the wine, too," as she grinned and winked. "I always wondered, and now I know."


"You're welcome," said Jeffrey as he began to blush. There was just something about being naked for the first time in front of a woman that made him feel quite flushed and embarrassed.


Nissa smiled a wicked smile at Jeffrey, and couldn't help but tease him by saying, "Gail, don't you like seeing a man completely shaved? I think it's very nice and clean-looking without all that hair in the way."


Gail giggled, showing signs of a bit too much wine. "Yes, I have to admit it makes the... revelation... more interesting."


"That will be enough, girls," said Susan with mock sternness, "Don't you tease my husband. He's a very good husband to fulfill my request to be undressed in our home and you ladies should appreciate him for it."


"We do," said Nissa and Gail together, followed by more giggles.


Jeffrey set the wine bottle down and took his usual position, sitting Indian-style at Susan's feet and began to remove her pumps. He set the shoes aside and began to rub her feet as he always did whenever she returned home to him.


"Oh, that's so sweet," said Gail, "I'm going to have to get Bob to start doing that for me, now that the cat's out of the bag."


Jeffrey looked inquisitively at Susan, and she answered his unspoken question.


"Let me bring you up to speed, dear," she said, "We three girls had lunch today because Gail had news that she just had to share."


Both Gail and Nissa giggled at that, and Nissa said, "You're going to love this..."


Susan shot her friend a scolding look and continued. "Well, taking my advice, Gail did some research on Bob's laptop, and found some quite interesting information. It seems that Bob frequently visits certain internet sites, and has some pictures and stories downloaded on his computer."


She paused to sip some wine. "Well, I'm not sure now if I should be the one to say anything. Gail, what do you think?"


"Oh, you can tell Jeffrey, I'm fine with that, especially since you've shared so much about Jeffrey with me..."


Susan smiled, "Well, to make a long story short, Gail's husband Bob seems to enjoy pictures and stories about wives spanking their husbands." She paused a moment, and then added, "You know, honey, like we've done sometimes when you were a naughty boy." She sat back as though that was enough, with a smug grin on her face.


All three women looked at Jeffrey, waiting eagerly for a response. He just swallowed hard and concentrated on Susan's feet in the hopes that he wouldn't blush, but a pink flush appeared on his neck and forehead almost immediately. "Mmm..." he murmured.


Susan couldn't help but enjoy her husband's embarrassment. She loved him so, but there was a playful side that she couldn't help but let out now and again.


"So, when Gail told us that," she said as she leaned forward to caress his cheek, "I let her know that you might have some insight to share. You know, to help her understand her husband better."


"I see," he said, feeling very trapped. "I suppose so," he whispered. He was embarrassed anew, and though one part of him didn't like being put on the spot in front of his wife's friends, another part of him relished it. He felt vulnerable and exposed to be undressed in front of his wife's friends, and more so because they knew of his cuckolding. But now for them to know that he'd been very cooperative throughout their marriage whenever Susan had, on occasion, taken the notion to put him over her lap and spank his bottom. It was almost too much.


Gail saw the look on his face and felt bad for enjoying his embarrassment so. She said warmly, "Honestly, Jeffrey, I love Bob very much and I don't judge him or you. I'd really like your help if you could tell me things so I could understand how Bob feels."


Jeffrey was heartened by her concern and looked at her, "You promise not to make fun?"


"Yes, definitely," she said.


He believed her. Nissa, on the other hand, he knew would tease him mercilessly. There was nothing to be done about that.


"What do you want to know?" he asked.


"Why does Bob fantasize about being spanked by his wife?" she asked.


He pondered a moment, gathered all his courage, and said, "I guess it's complicated. It's not about pain because you can get pain anywhere. It's about closeness, intimacy, trust, feelings of surrender, and some kind of maternal connection too, but not really about his mother. At least it isn't about mine."


He glanced at Nissa, and she had a strange, almost appreciative look on her face, like she was seeing him in a different light. Again.


Gail said, "Wow, really? Why is it intimacy when someone hits someone else?" Her face showed that this was not a judgment, but an honest request for information. He liked that about her.


"It's hard to explain, but I'll try. If Susan slapped my face, it would hurt and I'd know she was very angry. If she went into her office and slammed the door and wouldn't talk to me I would know she was very angry and didn't like me enough to want to talk to me at that time. That's really bad."


He looked at Gail and saw her nod that she understood, and perhaps had done those very things.


He continued, "But if Susan remains calm and tells me exactly what she is upset about, and then tells me she's going to spank me, it makes me feel a strange mixture of emotions in my belly. Fear, worry, dread anticipation – but there's also hope and trust and love in it. I go over her lap knowing that she loves me."


Jeffrey paused, looking down at the floor and then up to Susan's face and her look was one of pride and love. She was pleased with him.


He said, "She may be angry and she may want to slap me on the face or lock me out of the house. But instead, she loves me enough to deal with it – with me. When she swats my bottom, it hurts. And don't think I couldn't get up any time I wanted to, because I could. But I don't because I love her too. She can spank me with her hand or with her paddle, and I'll lie as still as I can for her and take her swats because she means them for my benefit and for the benefit of our marriage.


"She has my complete attention as she scolds me so I know exactly what has upset her – and believe me I do my best not to do it again. After it all, there are hugs and kisses and apologies and forgiveness, and I know she loves me. And she's no longer angry – so the problem is over. I think a woman can get her frustration out with a good spanking, and she feels better. Then she doesn't have to have the issue linger like a cloud over her relationship and the husband doesn't have to live under days or weeks of her displeasure."


He looked up at Gail, "Does that make any sense?"


"Yes," she said, "I never realized... I've never thought of it like that. I've often spent days so pissed at Bob that I couldn't see straight, let alone talk intelligently with him. I loved him no less, but I also thought he was an idiot." Her eyes gazed far away as she thought, and then she said, "How do you feel after a spanking?"


"Well, sore, obviously," he said, inciting a nervous giggle from the women, each of whom was completely attentive to his every word. "My bottom would be pink and I'd have lingering reminders of my spanking when I'd sit down for the next day or so. Emotionally, I feel loved. That my wife would take the time and have the patience to put me over her lap and spank me is a good feeling. It makes me feel cared-for, loved, and looked-after; like she knows what's best for me, for us. Honestly, a little while after the spanking I feel aroused too..."


All three pairs of female eyes looked down then, into Jeffrey's lap, and saw that his penis was nearly erect. The three women grinned as one.


Susan said, "He's always like that, after. It's so cute."


Jeffrey blushed again, realizing he was erect. He groaned under the weight of his humiliation at having an erection while talking about being spanked.


Gail asked, "Why do you think getting a spanking makes you aroused?"


He took a deep breath. "Well, I guess it is in line with my submissive feelings. The idea of a spanking before it happens and after it happens is pretty sexy to me, but during the spanking it doesn't feel sexy at all. The pain of the swats isn't at all the point. It's the trust and intimacy. I trust Susan. I love Susan. Somehow, the idea of her taking charge like that and scolding me as she spanks me... the uncertainty of not knowing when it will end... listening to her scold me for being naughty and telling me that naughty boys need a spanking... I don't know why it turns me on, but it does."


"Wow," said Gail, "You've given me a lot to think about." She became silent, lost in her thoughts.


Susan said, "Jeffrey that was wonderful. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say how proud I am that you had the courage to say such adorable things. I love you, honey." She leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on his lips. When she finally released him, he was smiling.


For the first time, Nissa spoke. "I'll have to admit, that was pretty amazing. It's like we got a view inside a boy's head for the first time. At least it was for me. I have to say, thanks, Jeffrey."


He looked up at Nissa, "You're welcome."


After the honest exchange, Nissa sat back in the sofa and her usual smirk returned. But this time there was more affection than derision in it as she said, "Could you get me some ice water, hon?" and held out her glass, jiggling it to show it was empty.


"Sure," he said before thinking about it, and he stood up to blatantly reveal his now fully erect penis in all its modest glory.


Gail came out of her reverie to stare open-mouthed at his erection as Nissa smiled in triumph.


Jeffrey knew he was had, but there was nothing more to do. He took the glass, shooting Nissa a loathsome look that made her giggle, and he got her the ice water. All three women were watching him walk back with the glass, seemingly fascinated by the way his erection swayed with each step. Jeffrey couldn't help but smile.


Now that he was completely bare, inside and out, whatever was left of his modesty was a thing of the past – at least for now. He sat naturally in a chair across from the sofa with his thighs spread slightly to reveal his pink scrotum and testicles beneath the tower of his engorged penis. Other than the erection, this was what was in every man's pants as he sat normally. This thought crossed Gail's mind for the first time and it made her smile.


Susan broke the spell. "Ok. Wow. That was enlightening for me; how about you, Gail?"


"Absolutely," she said, still unable to get her eyes off of Jeffrey's nakedly displayed genitals. "That was amazing." She looked up at Jeffrey's face and blushed, being caught so blatantly staring at his nakedness. "Thank you again," she said.


Susan said, "So, now with that subject well in hand, I think we should discuss your plans with Bob. Do you want Jeffrey to leave us?"


Gail said, "No, he's been such a big help I don't mind if he overhears, as long as he promises to keep his mouth shut." She grinned at Jeffrey and he nodded his complicity in their secret meeting.


Susan said, "Ok, fair enough. So, what are you going to do?"


Gail's face had a smile of awakening. "I'm going to start spanking him. And maybe that would be a good time to bring up the subject of... well... dating Peter."


"Hmmm," said Susan, "Let's get a man's view point." She turned to Jeffrey and said, "Honey, what do you think of Gail's idea?"


Jeffrey thought a moment, "I don't know. If Bob doesn't have fantasies about Gail with another man, I don't know how it would work."


Gail piped up, "Well, Susan didn't tell you that there were a few sites and stories about...uh ...unfaithful wives... So I think there definitely is something there as well."


Susan said, "I don't think unfaithful is the right word. Do you, Jeffrey?"


"No, not really; I prefer to think of you as my HotWife – that you're too much hot, sexy, gorgeous woman for me to handle. To be 'unfaithful', in my mind, is to cheat behind your spouse's back. That's not going on here, for sure."


Gail said, "Ok, sorry. I didn't have the vocabulary for it. So Jeffrey, do you think if I start spanking Bob that it would be a good time to bring up my becoming a HotWife?"


"Well, he'll certainly be in a vulnerable frame of mind over your knees, but what are you going to spank him for?"


Gail grinned, "For being such a naughty boy for visiting all those naughty websites, of course."


Jeffrey grinned. "May I make a suggestion?"


"Please do."


"If he really likes spanking fantasies, and you're going to start fulfilling that for him, then it might not be a bad time to bring up the HotWife idea. The important key here is that YOU have decided to spank him, and YOU have decided that it will be a regular thing from now on. And..."


"What?" Gail asked.


Jeffrey said, "Susan might be better able to fill you in on how to do it. I just know it is only good for me when I have only one responsibility – to lie still across Susan's lap and listen..."


Susan spoke up, nodding. "I understand what he means, so let me explain. I spent many hours reading on this subject and so has your husband, so let me lay it out for you. To give your husband a spanking that will change his opinions or behaviors, or in this case get his agreement to something you want, you need to arrange the entire spanking with firm authority. It's what he wants, believe me.


"You need to be calm and very firm. No yelling and screaming, but no 'asking' either. You must tell him to come to your office or to the bedroom, not ask him. Once there, he should find you seated on a chair or the bed, in the position you expect to spank him in. I suggest wearing a skirt and pumps or other high heeled shoes. If you have a paddle, have it in your hand. If you don't have one, you can borrow one of mine.


"In a firm but feminine voice, you tell him you have decided that he needs a spanking because you are displeased with him. Tell him that you discovered his computer stash, and you are upset that he kept those things hidden from you. That is dishonest and naughty dishonest boys get spankings."


Susan paused to let that sink in, and was pleased that her friend seemed to be listening very carefully.


She continued, "Don't give him time to talk. Straightaway TELL him to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles and stand up straight NOW. He'll do it, trust me, and you'll be surprised – but don't let it show. You have to keep control of the situation. While he's standing there bottomless in front of you, scold him again for hiding his secrets from you and make him promise he won't do it again in the future.


"Tell him you know he needs to be spanked and that you are wife enough to see to it. Grab his wrist and guide him across your knees as you tell him it's time for his spanking, and make him move around until you are comfortable. Tell him the more he wiggles the more swats he'll get. Give him one swat, kind of medium, on each cheek. Then two each. Then four, with a slight pause between the sets. This will get him a little warmed up.


"Then start spanking his bottom and don't stop. Putting about ten swats on a single spot before moving to the next is good. He'll wiggle and howl in no time. Remind him to hold still and tell him he'll have to get more swats since he moved. Mix scolding with the swats..." Susan demonstrated by clapping her hands between the words, "Don't... ever... keep... secrets... from... your... wife!"


Susan sipped her wine. "Keep it up long and hard and ignore any begging and pleading. Give him a real spanking. Like Jeffrey said, the spanking itself is not sexy. Keep spanking until your arm can't take it anymore and then set the paddle down and start rubbing his bottom. It should be all pink and some red spots. Bruising is fine. There's an old saying – 'the longer and harder you spank him, the more he will love you'. I know it doesn't make sense to you, but trust me it's true.


"Once the spanking is over and you're comforting him on your lap, caressing his bottom, now's the time to bring up the HotWife subject. Just tell him you've been thinking it's now a good time for you to go on a few dates with a younger man to spice things up. You know what to do from there. I think it's as good a plan as any."


Gail said, "I hope I can remember all of that."


"Just call me if you need more help."


"Ok, thanks," said Gail. She turned to Jeffrey, "Does that work for you too?"


"I know it would work with me, so that's something I guess."


Gail smiled, "Good. I'm going to do it tonight." She drained her wine glass in one gulp and looked at her watch. "Oh, it's almost six. I've got to run!"


As the three ladies stood, Jeffrey stood with them, still sporting his full erection. Gail said to Jeffrey, "Thanks again for all your help," and as she glanced down at his penis she added, "See you again soon, I hope," and smiled.


As they were moving toward the door, Nissa slid close to Jeffrey's side and whispered, "You were a very good boy today. I'm impressed." She planted a chaste kiss on his cheek and gave his bottom an unexpected little swat, making him jump. "I'll see you Friday night, as usual hon."


As her two friends were out the door, Susan turned to Jeffrey and took him in her arms. "You made me very proud of you, honey, very proud." She kissed him on the mouth, letting her tongue dance with his. When she broke the kiss, she took him by the hand and led him toward the bedroom. Over her shoulder she said, "Looking at your hard cock for half an hour has given me some ideas of how to make good use of it. I hope you have some time to give me..."


"All the time you need, dear," he said.




Friday Evening


Susan was in the bathroom, doing her makeup a little after six o'clock. She called out to Jeffrey, "How're those shoes coming, honey?"


"All done," he said, proud of the spit-shine on her favorite black pumps with 4" heels.


"Such a good boy..." she said smiling at her naked husband holding the shiny black leather in his hands. "Where would I be without you?"


"Late for your date, honey," he said with a grin.


She frowned at him but broke into a grin. "I suppose you're right," she said as she sauntered sexily into the bedroom.


There on the bed were her clothes for the evening – a form-fitting little black dress with spaghetti straps, and a sheer black lace thong. The black pumps and a matching patent leather purse completed the outfit.


She slipped sexily into the thong as she said, "Randy will pick me up in a few minutes. We're having early dinner at Fedora's, and will then retire to our room at the Hyatt, no later than 8:30. I'll call you then, if not before. I'll be home by one o'clock, as usual. And I might just call you from the hotel once or twice, just to keep you interested. Would you like that?"


"You know I would," he said, taking her topless form in his arms and squeezing her tightly.


She playfully pushed away, "Don't get any ideas of making me late, mister," she said with a giggle, and then she shimmied into the tight little dress and got out all the wrinkles. "And I want you here, in the bedroom, with the door firmly shut when the doorbell rings. Understood?"


"Yes, dear," he said. He had actually seen Randy once when he brought his wife home from the first fateful date. Jeffrey had heard the car in the driveway and had watched from a window as a young blonde man had helped his inebriated wife make it to the door and then quickly fled. Susan was very strict about her belief that husband and lover be always separated, never to meet or even see each other, or talk on the phone. Apparently she did not remember how she had got home that night. No matter, Jeffrey agreed with her and didn't want to see Randy again.


Just as Susan put on her second shoe, there was the ring of the doorbell, sending shivers down Jeffrey's spine. Susan's face brightened and she slipped up to Jeffrey and gave him a little kiss on the cheek as she cradled his testicles in her palm. "Bye bye, sweetheart, I'm going out with my lover tonight," she gave his testes a gentle squeeze, "Now you be a good boy and wait up for me. I'm going to bring you home a special treat tonight."


"Yes, dear," he whispered. As though it would ever be possible to sleep while he knew his wife was in a hotel room with a twenty-something young man...


She grabbed her purse and coat and whisked out of the room, blowing him another kiss as she shut the bedroom door behind her. He heard her open the door and he heard voices but couldn't make out the words before the front door closed again. He opened the bedroom door and stood there, waiting as he heard car doors slam and then the rumble of the corvette's engine starting up and receding down the street.


A casual thought of what the neighbors might think crossed his mind, but he honestly didn't care. None of them were his friends anyway...


Susan sat in the Corvette with her young man, Randy. She watched him as she drove and enjoyed the muscular look of his hands and arms, and of his thighs in his dress slacks. His blonde hair was wavy and blue eyes with long dark eye lashes were just adorable. She inhaled the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with his own personal pheromones – an exquisite concoction of scent that always made her feel more of a woman to be in the presence of a virile and manly man.


She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the slight warmth in her tummy, and lower things. He was taking her to dinner at Fedora's, a nice Italian place, and she planned to have a salad and just a bit of pasta with her two glasses of wine. She planned for dinner to be relatively short, as she had done over the past two weeks since she and Nissa stopped double dating.


The girls had decided that, while it was fun to dance and flash and be groped in a public setting, it required a couple hours time. Since Susan wanted to be home by one AM, the dancing and drinking really cut into her 'hotel time' with Randy, and she'd put a stop to it. She had a wonderful husband to go home to and so she had less time than Nissa, who had nowhere to go.


She had also put Randy on a strict pledge of two things; first, that he would have no alcohol for three days prior to date night and not on date night either. Second, that he refrain from any ejaculation except on date night. She was very adamant about it and was confident her beau was keeping up his end. In return for his cooperation, she promised to give him a very good time on their dates, and she felt that she had been holding up her end well too.


When they parked at the restaurant, Susan waited happily as Randy came around and opened her door, offering her his hand to help her out of the low-hung car. It was impossible for a woman in a short dress and heels to maintain ladylike modesty when exiting a Corvette without long hours of practice, and Susan had not yet had enough practice. So it was that her removal from the vehicle was always a delightful experience for Randy, and any doorman or valet who happened to be nearby, since she couldn't help but expose a lot of inner thigh while letting everyone know what color panties she was wearing.


And in her case, since her black thong panties were very sheer this evening, she had flashed a fairly good look at her shaved pussy lips as well.


The Susan walked into the restaurant on her date's strong arm and they were seated quickly. The waiter came to introduce himself and collect drink orders, but left with the dinner order as well. Conversation was light and cheerful as both Susan and Randy were in a hurry. They did not want to appear rushed, but both of them would have been happy to be in the room already.


Susan sensed this and made a mental note that next week they'd go directly to the hotel room and order a snack from room service instead of going to dinner. After all, they really weren't "dating" and having dinner to get better acquainted. They were meeting each other for the purpose of having sex, and Susan felt it was always important to keep one's eyes on the goal.


It seemed like forever before the check finally came, but when it did Randy paid quickly and whisked Susan out of the restaurant and into his car. At the Hyatt, just a few blocks away from Fedora's, Susan again had the pleasure of blessing an entire shift of valets with a brief but luscious viewing of her sheer panty and the luxury within. She had to admit when she saw all the boys' smiling and blushing faces that she had let her thighs part and linger just a bit as she exited the car.


She stood smiling, holding Randy's arm, as he checked into the room. She received a knowing glance from the check-in clerk who noticed that they had no bags. Susan smiled back at the woman, who was a sharp-looking blonde of fifty-something, as they exchanged a variety of information with only a look – as women are able to do. Susan noticed the clerk eyeing her wedding band and the lack thereof on the hand of her much-younger hunk, and the subsequent smile they exchanged was one of good-natured envy and encouragement.


As they rode together in the elevator to the 27th floor, Randy took Susan in his arms and planted a very passionate kiss upon her soft red lips, taking her breath away and making her heart beat faster. This is it, she thought as her feelings of passion and sexual desire began to heighten even more, we're almost to the room...


Susan reached into her purse and took out her cell phone. In one ring, Jeffrey answered.


"Hi honey," she whispered, "We're in the elevator on our way up to the room. You know what we're going to do once we get into the room, don't you dear?"


"Of course I do, honey," he said, feeling his penis stiffening at the thought.


"Randy seems very horny, sweetheart," she teased, "I'm sure he's going to want to have me right away, so I'll give you a call when we take our first break. I'm sure we'll make love three times tonight since I don't let him cum anymore except when he's with me..." She giggled gleefully at the thought.


"Oh my," said Jeffrey, "I guess you'd better get started right away then. I'll be waiting for your call, dear."


"Ok, honey, talk to you soon."


She flipped the phone closed as they arrived in front of their room and Randy slid the card in the slot. She said to Randy, "There, hubby's taken care of for the moment, and now I'm all yours for a few hours."


"That sounds wonderful," he said.


Once inside, she smiled as Randy kicked off his shoes and began immediately to undress with great speed. She had told him on a previous date that she liked to watch him take off his clothes for her, and he didn't need to be told twice. She casually dropped her purse and coat on a chair and stood patiently as she watched him unbutton and remove his shirt, revealing a manly muscular chest with little nipples and a dusting of red/blonde hair. He fumbled at his buckle, the snap, and the zipper, and his slacks were off and lying on a chair atop his shirt. He slipped his socks off and dropped them next to his shoes.


He was about to push his underwear down over his growing erection when Susan said, "Stop."


He froze, and she purred, "Slowly dear, a lady likes for good things to take a little time..."


She watched happily as Randy slowly slid the waist-band of his briefs down, slowly revealing the shaft of his penis inch by glorious inch until the swollen pink head burst forth and his heavy testes were visible. He stepped out of his underpants and strode toward her with his stiff penis swaying as he approached. He had hunger in his eyes, and Susan very much liked to be the object of this young man's hunger.


She held out her hand to stop him and then pulled the little black dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her sheer black thong and pumps, and let him look at her. His eyes ran up and down her body several times, devouring her bared breasts with her dark areolas and nipples, then her taut tummy, then her panty covered crotch, her shapely legs, and to her sexy pumps. Then the dark male eyes ran the circuit again and again.


Susan loved the feeling it gave her to be so clearly and urgently desired. It was quite nice for her to see his penis throb as he looked at her body. After allowing him a good look to get reacquainted with his lover, she stepped forward and took his hand to lead him to sit on the bed.


She stood before him and said, "Randy, dear, tonight I want you to be very cooperative with my directions. I have some very specific things I want you to do to me. Are you going to be a good boy?"


"Oh, yes," he rasped, overcome with his lust for her womanly body, "Anything..."


She stepped closer and stood between his legs and whispered, "Take my panties off very slowly and gently, dear."


His hands were nearly shaking as he tried to keep from ripping her panties off into shreds. He carefully lowered them to her ankles and helped her step out of the tiny garment. He sat back with his eyes glued to the pouting bare lips of her vulva, so full and puffy and delicious looking. He loved that she was shaved bare – it made her look so beautiful and naked. He could see just a hint of moisture and longed to lay her down and lick her to several orgasms, but he was wise and as always, allowed her to lead.


Susan put her hands on her lover's big shoulders, relishing the feeling of raw male power in the muscles beneath his pale skin. She shimmied closer and drew his head to rest between her breasts, bending slightly, so that his mouth could access her soft globes and erect nipples. "Kiss my breasts, dear," she said, adding, "Don't be shy, Randy, I want you to suck all over me and give me some nice pink marks on each breast so I can remember you for a few days – you know the kind I like..."


The boy leaned forward and set to in earnest, putting a pleased smile on Susan's face because of his urgent devouring of her soft flesh. His ardent mouth moved over her jiggling white globes with youthful energy and enthusiasm. She suffered easily through the small fits of pain as her lover marked her breasts with his lips and teeth, leaving pink and red evidence of her dalliance all around her pert nipples and the broader canvas of her curvaceous pale flesh. She caught her breath a few times when the pain was a bit much, but smiled as she imagined revealing her breasts to her husband later that night. She would enjoy the look on his face, she thought...


When she could take no more, she stopped the boy and then moved around to the side of the bed and lay down on her back with her legs spread wide and the heels of her pumps digging into the duvet. "I want you to lick my pussy now, Randy, but I also want you to mark me on my tummy and inner thighs."


"Yes, Ma'am," he gasped. He attacked the soft folds of her labia first with a broad and relaxed tongue, sending shivers up her spine and increasing the rate at which she was moistening immediately. He laved her vulva and inner thighs, stopping only momentarily here and there to leave a little mark as he sucked her soft and compliant flesh against his teeth, and then moving back to attend to her wet and swollen lips.


Soon Susan was writhing and moaning in the pleasure of his teasing, willing him to explore and stimulate her clitoris. But he held back from her pleasure nub, instead concentrating on her bathing her pink and swollen lips in the soft caress of his wet tongue until Susan couldn't wait any longer for her first orgasm. She cried out, "Oooohh... Suck on my clitoris, Randy..!"


He obliged and almost immediately her body went into the paroxysm of orgasm, bucking and wailing and wiggling her hips as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed down upon her until finally, she fell back spent with a smile on her lips. Randy relaxed his hold on her hips and removed his mouth from her pussy, kissing her tummy and inner thighs while she came down from the peak of pleasure.


After a few minutes, Susan came to and crawled over to position herself on elbows and knees at the edge of the bed and grabbing a pillow to put under her head. "Enter me very slowly, dear, and give me plenty of time to adjust. Then I want you to very slowly go as deep as you can," she purred. Randy gripped her hips and put his meaty head at the wet and ready opening of her vagina and began to gently push against her.


Susan did her best to relax and allow her lovers engorged cock to enter her. He was so big, it always felt like she could not take him into her body at the beginning, but she knew she could if she just breathed deeply as she let it happen. He pressed a little more forcefully and she gasped when she felt his head pop into her.


"Ah!" she moaned, "Just hold it there... ooooohh... mmm..." He had learned to pause and allow her to adjust to his girth before he plunged ahead, but she thought it was always good to remind the boy, just in case. After a few moments, she nodded her head. "Ok, slowly now big boy...bit by bit..."


He moved slowly, inch by inch until he was seated in her with his head pressing against the firm roundness of her cervix. "Hold there," she whispered as she continued to breathe rapidly in response to the enormity of his penetration. It was always like this at first, she reminded herself. The initial time of physical discomfort as she concentrated on staying calm and accommodating him was in sharp contrast with the emotional thrill of pleasure at feeling so 'full' of cock. Her feminine submissive side was always overwhelmed by Randy's massive size, and she bit her lip and concentrated on her breathing so as not to cry out, but instead let little moans come with each relaxing breath. She must maintain control of herself and the situation.


Susan began to purr softly as she rolled her hips slowly in a circle, feeling the rigid cock inside of her touch every tiny spot of her interior. It was so big...his stiff, and...big... She fought the urge to hump forcefully against him or simply yell 'fuck me!', and instead continued to gently roll her hips around his swollen stiffness. "Ooooohh... So good...' she muttered, finding it impossible not to give at least some voice to her pleasure.


She knew that many women disliked the feeling of a penis probing or pushing against her cervix, but Susan was not one of them. She adored the feeling of being so completely skewered on a man's hot stiff penis. It made her feel very full and very womanly – as though her lover were fucking her womb in addition to her vagina. But she knew it was best to start gently so that the sensations could increase without becoming unpleasant.


When her little rolling motions had done their job, helping her vagina to relax and stretch to accommodate her lover, she was ready and eager to feel his muscular body take over the work. She was glad that her boy had given her such delicious orgasms with his mouth so that she was very wet, which helped her take his girth and length more comfortably. She gave Randy the usual instructions to begin their lovemaking in earnest.


"Alright, lover," she cooed, "Long and slow and deep, dear boy, and make sure you give my cervix a real kiss with every thrust..."


"Yes, Ma'am," Randy whispered. He slowly withdrew his penis until only the head was still at her opening, and then reversed course to slide slowly in until his pelvic bone was pressed firmly against her ass. Once all the way into her, he could feel the firm bud against the tip of his penis and he moved his hips slowly side-to-side to maximize the contact.


"Ummm..." groaned Susan, as she felt his massive cock gliding in again and kissing her deepest part. The contact with the opening of her womb reverberated deep in her belly, and made her feel like the penetration extended up to her navel and beyond. It was soooo good... sooo deep... She involuntarily pouted when her lover began to withdraw again, and then grinned as he began to move into her.


Randy gave her ten or twelve soft, slow, deep thrusts – like pounding her hard but in slow motion. All the while, Susan's body continued to relax and adjust and accommodate, so that by that time, she was ready to let him run a little freer.


"Ok," she said between panting breaths, "You can go a little faster, but still take it easy, dear."


He knew what she wanted next, and he timed himself – 'one-thousand-one IN / one-thousand-one OUT'. He kept up the casual even pace for a while, gradually feeling the rise of impending ejaculation, but it wasn't urgent yet and he knew she'd want more before he came. He concentrated on the feel of her soft hips under his hands and imagined her jiggling breasts, trying to take his mind off of the fact that his penis was sliding in and out of her soft wet pussy.


Susan was feeling more and more aroused by his thrusting, and her desire to be well and truly fucked was rising in her chest. Her nipples were stiff little buds crying out to be pinched and rolled and her hands moved instinctively to meet their needs.


"Oohhh, that's so nice, lover," she whispered, then she braced herself and said, "Take me. Now."


Randy paused a moment to take a better grip on her hip bones in preparation to begin driving his cock into her with youthful vigor and gusto.


Susan felt his grip tighten and his penis withdraw almost completely. 'Oh, boy,' she whispered breathlessly to herself, 'here it comes...'


Randy had been so gentlemanly up to this point, doing everything he could to be calm and give this gorgeous woman the time and patience she needed in order to be ready. He had held his animalistic desires in check and kept a cool head, all in deference to the 47 year old woman, 21 years his senior. He had held back, relaxed, caressed, and pampered the soft feminine body now bent down before him and offering her softness and wetness to his plunging sex.


She was completely sensual and luxurious, in every way. Her eyes, her smile, her body – she was all woman. She was a bright twinkling star, powerfully drawing him into her orbit and pulling him forever downward to touch the surface of her heat. She was gravity and he was a falling stone. Now he let go of the last taught rope of control and fell into her.


Susan gasped loudly at his first powerful thrust – the first was always the most shocking, she knew. Her mind began to go to Jell-o, becoming a montage of conflicting disjointed thoughts and images flashing across her mind's eye. Intellect was being driven out by sensation, and the sensations were both large and wonderful.


She felt the iron grip of his hands at her hips and knew she couldn't escape his masterful control of her hips now, even if she wanted to. The Grip steadied her body for the Cock. And the Cock kept driving in, over and over. With each thrust there was a small discomfort that somehow made the pleasure greater. Again and again he plunged into her without any sign of relenting. In fact, it seemed that each thrust pounded into her body with greater urgency.


She didn't notice that little words were slipping out of her mouth with every gasp that came with ever thrust into her, as though there weren't enough room for her breath when his penis surged home. Small plaintive whispers; "Big... Deep... Oh! Cock... So much... Ohhh... Fuck me... Oh God... Yes..."


Susan was distinctly aware of her lover's muscles. Arms, legs, thighs, buttocks, back, and chest were all engaged and bulging to a single purpose – to drive his mind-numbingly stiff penis, like velvet-covered steel – into her body. Again and again and again.


She could almost feel him in her throat each time the head of his penis bottomed out against her cervix, and it was making her feel... What? Used? Exploited?




That was it, she was being plundered by her lover's powerful body and his big hard cock, and it made her feel so very good.


Randy was giving her everything he had. Sweat was breaking out on his brow and his muscles were tight and throbbing. His cock felt so good inside this woman. She felt so small and soft and warm and compliant – her body was wet in invitation, and she was more than submitting to his thrusts – it felt like her body was welcoming every powerful surge.


The sensations on the crown of his head were building, she was so tight and wet, and she couldn't resist his thrusts. He pulled her hips to him every time his buttocks and hamstring and abdominal muscles contracted to force his penis forward and into her. He loved how it felt as his relaxed testes slapped against her pussy lips with each thrust. He could feel his climax approaching and an involuntary snarl murmured deep in his throat.


Susan shuddered as she heard the low gravelly snarl of her lover's passion peaking. She felt his grip tighten as he nearly lifted her from the bed, taking the weight of her hips up in his powerful hands as he ruthlessly slammed her body onto his heavy shaft. His driving thrusts intensified, surprising her because she wouldn't have thought it possible for him to fuck her harder, but he did.


Her own cries intensified and jumped from her lips unbidden with each impact of his body into hers. She felt the exhilaration of his impeding ejaculation mix with the helpless despair that there would be an end to her lovemaking. She had reached the point where she wished it would last forever, and knew it would not, and knew she had no control over when it would stop. She had given herself to him, to be fucked as he wished, and the end of it was the price paid when a woman gave herself.


And now he wished to cum in her body.


As that thought came to Susan, a new thrill filled her heart. She had been so completely overwhelmed by the sensations of their coupling that she had forgotten her reward. A grin played upon her gasping lips as her shallow breaths were forced from her in time with his ever increasing thrusts. After enduring the devastating and wonderful invasion of her body, she was about to receive his gift to her – an oozing, slippery pussy, drenched with her lover's cum.


Suddenly, she felt Randy's body tense as he drove his cock home, pushing her cervix down and away from the plundering head of his penis. She heard the groaning triumph of his release as he cried out, and she felt the warm slipperiness of his first spurt enter her.


"Oh God... Yes! Come in me!" she cried.


She felt him push again, and felt the throb of his penis, and another spurt. Again and again, he pressed hard against her and ejaculated into her body – his hot semen pouring into her and bathing the walls of her vagina. She imagined the mouth of her womb covered in his hot white fluids. It felt so good to be filled with semen, to feel his hard penis sliding more easily by the moment.


She felt relieved and very satisfied as he stopped thrusting, but just held her to him as his penis continued to pulse several times. She felt victorious and was patient to hold still and let him finish his pulses and give her the last drops of his ejaculation. She couldn't help but squeeze him with her vaginal muscles, trying to help him finish as well as being a sort of 'thank you' for a job well done.


Finally, he was finished with her – for now – and he let his still-stiff penis gently slide out of her. She squeezed tight, trying to close the gaping opening of her vagina to hold in what semen she could and tolled over to lie upon her back. She cocked her hips slightly, trying to stop his semen from dripping out of her and squeezed her thighs tightly together.


Randy fell exhausted onto the bed next to her, sweat glistening all over his body, and his penis still standing proud and throbbing.


Susan scooted down on her side and took hold of his rigid cock at the base and began to lick him clean, swallowing every precious bit of his boy-juices and hers as well. She was careful to be gentle on his head, knowing it would be sensitive, but she was determined not to allow a single drop to escape her, one way or another. When she was satisfied that he was clean, she scooted back up and after giving her lips a final lick and a swallow, planted a soul kiss on her dazed lover that lasted a good long time.


Once she broke the embrace, she laid back again beside him, gently stroking his still-erect penis in her hand. Susan said, "Well, lover, that was a good start. I'll let you rest awhile and then we can start round two."


She grinned deviously as Randy groaned. He made it sound as though he was finished for the night.


Hardly, she thought, hardly...


Susan reached into her purse and grabbed her phone. She looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was already almost ten. She had been making love with her young man for close to two hours. It made her smile.


"Hello," said Jeffrey.


"Hi, sweetheart," she said, "We're taking a break right now, so I'm giving you a call."


"Wow, that's like one hour and forty-seven minutes since you walked into the door," he said.


"Mmm, really?" she giggled, "I hadn't kept such close track. Well, I'll have to say that my young lover was very good. He took things nice and slow the way I like it, but he also just took me hard and fast too." She glanced over at Randy and said, "The poor boy's just exhausted, he's still breathing hard." She looked down at his penis as her hand lazily stroked it, "But I've got his big cock in my hand and I'm keeping him hard for me. I'll let him rest a little longer, but then he'll be ready for more, I'm sure."


"Wow, honey, you just finished?"


"Um-hm," she confirmed happily, "I'm feeling all juicy and squishy inside right now honey, because he just came in me not two minutes ago. Isn't that nice?"


Jeffrey's penis was rock hard and his heart was beating fast. His wife, in all her dates, had never been this explicit over the phone before and it was quite a shock and a rush.


"Yes... uh... very nice, dear," he gasped.


Susan smiled at the arousal in her loving husband's voice as she casually played with her lover's penis. "So, honey, let me tell you what's happened so far," she cooed. "First when we came inside the room, I had Randy undress for me and he was already nicely erect, so that was fun. Then I took off my dress and let him look at me in just my thong and pumps. The look in his eyes was just priceless, dear. So then I let him take off my panties and I let him kiss my breasts and lick my pussy. I had just delightful orgasms – he's not as good as you, but he's learning," she giggled.


"Then, I let him put his big stiff penis into me doggy style. He had to go very slow and easy, because it takes a while for a girl to relax enough to handle such a big young stud. But after a while, I let him just bang me, and boy did he! I thought I would tear in two, and the way he tried to push my cervix up into my throat was just wonderful." She paused to let her husband respond.


All Jeffrey could say was "Wow..." deep in his throat.


Susan grinned, "So now we're resting, honey, before I let him fuck me again. I must say that my pussy is still buzzing, it's like I can still feel him inside me, sort of. I guess it's because he really made love to me vigorously, honey, he pounded me really hard and I thought it would never stop. I was relieved when he finally came in me, and I could really feel his ejaculation. It was amazing." She paused to take a breath, "How are you doing, dear?"


"I'm fine," he gasped, "but you're making me crazy – I'm so hot for you, honey. When do you think you'll be home?"


She smiled, "That's what I love about you, among other things. It seems you're always hot for me these days. Anyway, from the look of things, I don't know if my boy can last much longer. I might be home before one, but no promises."


"Ok, I'll be here whenever you come home to me, honey."


"I know, and I can't wait to come home to you, sweetheart. I hope you like your special treat when I get home. I've been working hard on it all night. Now I've got to get this young stud back into action so I'll sign off. See you soon, my love."


Jeffrey said, "I can't wait. I love you Susan."


Her eyes sparkled as she said, "I love you too, Jeffrey," and she closed the phone.


She looked over at Randy, who seemed to have come to and was smiling at her.


Susan grinned and scooted up on the bed a little more, raising her knees and spreading her thighs and grinning at Randy's hard penis. "Get over here, big boy, you've got more work to do."


Randy rose to obey, saying, "Yes, Ma'am," as he crawled between her spread legs.


Susan lifted her feet until they framed her young lover's head, one on each shoulder. She said, "Now, lover, I want you to set a new world record for how many vigorous thrusts a young man can give a lady, before coming in her. And I expect you to have a very powerful ejaculation, since you may not be able to give me three." She pouted, looking up at him like a spoiled brat who wasn't getting what she wanted.


"I'll do my very best, Ma'am, don't count me out just yet," he said as he entered her sopping wetness and began to thrust with strength and purpose.


"Mmmm, that's my boy, give it to me..." she said, feeling his long thick shaft driving into her once more, this time at a new and interesting angle.


Soon, little sighs and gasps of pleasure and surprise were slipping from her mouth in response to his urgent driving thrusts. "Oh, yes," she purred, "That's it. Such a good boy..."


She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling in her vagina, invaded and plundered anew by her young lover's insatiable penis. She casually played with her nipples, imagining other young men were suckling at her breasts. It was a very erotic thought now, and one that she hadn't really entertained before. More than one boy, she thought, how delightful.


As Susan lay on her back, fingering her breasts as the jiggled with her lover's thrusts, she thought about her husband and how wonderful a man he was. So good and faithful and true and loving... She realized she was very much looking forward to getting home to him. Perhaps she would forgo bothering with a third ejaculation from her lover. But on the other hand, a third would be so very nice...


It was only 12:15 when the Corvette pulled into the driveway. Jeffrey was happy as he stood naked behind the curtain, his penis fully erect, as he watched his wife's lover open her door and help her to stand up out of the car. He thought it strange that Susan held her left hand up under her skirt as she got out of the car, gave her lover a lingering kiss, and then walked up the steps to the front door.


Not wanting to make her bother with a key, Jeffrey opened the door for her as she arrived on the stoop. She stepped into the house and stuck her head around the door to kiss Jeffrey. Her tongue attacked his open mouth and he returned her ardent kisses with equal passion.


She stepped back so he could close the door. "Hi, honey," she said as she looked blatantly at his stiff penis, "Did you miss me?"


"More than ever, honey," he said, taking her into his arms.


"I missed you too," she said sincerely, "In fact, I was thinking of you a lot while my lover was inside me."


Jeffrey kissed her again in response. "I love you so much," he said.


Her left hand still under her short skirt, Susan smiled and took his hand with her right, leading him directly into the bedroom. She made sure the rheostat was set to give a low amount of light in the bedroom, but more than usual so that Jeffrey would be able to clearly see her body. It was the 'treat' she had promised him.


She dropped her coat and purse on a chair, turned to him and said in her sultriest voice, "Honey, I think you should come closer and undress your wife." She turned away and lifted the back of her hair, offering him her zipper.


"Yes, dear," he said gleefully, and he unzipped the back of her dress and slid it up and over her body as she shimmied to aid him.


Susan turned to him again slowly, revealing the soft white flesh of her naked breasts to her husband, and she grinned as she watched his reaction carefully. She was happy when his eyes went wide and his penis throbbed several times as he looked at her throat, chest, breasts, and tummy.


"Oh, wow," he mumbled, much to Susan's amusement. "You've got hickeys..."


She frowned playfully, "No, Jeffrey, these are not hickeys. But they are some marks from my lover. My lover has marked my body with his passion, and we'll both be seeing some of these marks for several days as a reminder of my lover. Won't that be fun for us to share, honey?"


Jeffrey nodded and moved to her, burying his face between her breasts and covering them with kisses and licks as he nuzzled her soft, round, comforting globes with the urgency of his arousal.


Susan's right hand caressed the back of his head, jostling his hair, as she purred, "Yes, my husband, kiss momma's breasts and make them all better... They belong to you, honey."


Susan gave her husband plenty of time to reacquaint himself with every bit of her torso as he kissed and licked and moaned softly in ecstasy. When he stood up again, she kissed him softly on the lips, lingered a moment, and then whispered in his ear.


"Honey, would you like to help me with my panties? They're so wet and gooey; I really need to take them off..."


He was on his knees before her in a heartbeat – his fingers gingerly tugging at the string waist band at each of her hips. She let him slide it down slowly, removing her left hand only for a moment and then replacing it again tightly between her thighs, covering her bare pussy.


Jeffrey held the skimpy sheer black thong up to the light and it was truly soaking wet with semen. He stared at the little bit of fabric with his mouth open, causing Susan to grin at her husband. He was so adorable, she thought.


While her husband was occupied with his examinations of her tiny panty, Susan took the opportunity to pull back the covers of her side of the bed, and lay down. She raised her knees, and with her feet flat on the mattress she spread her thighs wide for her husband and waited for him to come and find her. She rocked her pelvis forward to both present her recently-plundered vagina to her husband, as well as to try to keep as much of her lover's semen inside her as she could.


In a moment, Jeffrey had laid his wife's sopping panty on the dresser and turned to look at her on the bed. She was staring at him, smiling seductively, and her eyes never left his as she slowly removed her hand from her crotch. She made a show of it as she brought her fingers to her mouth and began to slowly lick them clean.


Jeffrey watched her lick her fingers until she seemed satisfied and stopped. She put her arms up over her head and crossed them in a very sensual pose.


"See anything you like?" she asked demurely.


Jeffrey's eyes traveled down her body, past her breasts and tummy, noting each of the pink and red marks that her lover had given her. Further down her body, his eyes discovered that her inner thighs were also speckled with the little marks of her lover's ardor, and his penis throbbed again.


Though he tried to linger on her thighs, his eyes were pulled like iron to a magnet. His wife's bare pussy was open to him for inspection, and he moved closer to observe more fully.


With his head between her upraised thighs, he moved slightly to avoid casting his shadow upon her vagina. There was plenty of light to see everything in perfect detail.


Her vulva lips were darker pink, puffy, swollen, as though they had endured an extensive amount of pounding from her lover's pubic bone as he had thrust into her. The hood of her clitoris was likewise pink and puffy and he could see just the tip of her semi-distended nub peeking out. Her labia were bright red, much darker in color than he had ever seen before, and the delicate inner lips seemed equally swollen, perhaps from being pounded and from over stretching around her lover's big penis.


All of the soft and delicate flesh of her pussy showed the clear signs of marathon lovemaking, almost to the point of looking painful, or at least in discomfort. But if she felt any aching, her face didn't show it. He looked up and saw her relaxed and sensual smile, and she winked at him, clearly enjoying being the object of his rapt attention.


Last, he looked at the gaping opening of her vagina. It was wide enough even now that he could have passed his thumb into her without touching the wet pink walls inside. Wet – perhaps with arousal too, but mostly wet with semen. There was lots of it, still a little white and frothy here and there. He could look into her and see an inch or two of space before it was too dark. She was gooey and wet everywhere with her lover's semen, and she had been stretched so wide and open by her lover's big cock that her body hadn't been able to recover yet.


He remembered Susan telling her friend Gail that it usually took two or three days for her vagina to return to its normal size. He thought that she was still so stretched that his penis would hardly be noticeable to her. It didn't make him upset, it was just an observation – her hair is blonde, that car is red, his penis is enormous – that sort of thing.


After giving his wife a complete visual examination between her thighs, Jeffrey looked up to her beautiful face again. Her expression was one of peace and contentment and love. And total acceptance of her husband, her body, and what she and her lover had done together.


He said, "You look sore, honey. Does it hurt?"


"No, dear, not really," she said, "I just feel like I've had a real workout. I let him make love to me three times. The last time took quite a while, but I wanted to do it. I wanted to come home to you looking like this – looking like my lover had really plundered my body and had his way with me. Do you like?"


"Oh, yes, dear, I like a lot. You're so stretched out. He must be huge."


She smiled, "Well, my young lover is large, there's no denying that." She licked her lips, "But a girl kind of likes having a really big cock now and again, even one that is quite challenging to accommodate. But let's not talk about another man's penis anymore. I want you in me now. Please make love to your wife, honey; I want you to cum in me."


She held out her arms in invitation, welcoming him to the lush playground of her body. Her smile held all of her love, and she gave it to him with her eyes.


She watched contentedly as her husband positioned himself between her thighs, preparing to mount his wife. She pulled him to her with her arms and legs, welcoming him into her body with a peaceful sigh.


"There, that's it," she purred, "My husband is in me. Make love to me, Jeffrey; come in me. I love you."


Jeffrey felt warmth and wetness around his penis but very little friction as he began to thrust into her. She felt very wide open, very wet – as though an entire bottle of lubricant had been emptied into her. But Jeffrey knew better. He knew that his wife's vagina was still brimming with her lover's semen. He had ejaculated inside her three times – the last not an hour ago. She was freshly fucked by her young man's big penis, and now he was in her with his much smaller one.


He kissed her neck and ear as his hips went up and down in the short strokes that were all he could give her based on the length of his penis. He felt her soft full breasts jiggle against his chest as he made love to her. He listened to her sighs and gasps as he thrust as hard as he could, and they at least sounded genuine. Perhaps they were...


"You must be a little disappointed, honey," he whispered.


"Whatever for?" she asked softly.


"Your lover's penis is so big compared to me. You probably can't feel me much."


She kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "Listen, mister," she said, "I enjoy having sex with my young lover because he's cute, very frisky, and yes, he has a very large penis. I take pleasure in his big penis very much. But I only have sex with him, or more particularly, with his big penis."


She kissed him again, biting his ear gently, which she knew was a turn on for her husband, and whispered. "But I love to make love with you, my husband. I may have sex with my lover's penis, but I make love with my man. I make love with you as a person, a whole man, my husband. You are the man I love. You are the man I think about and come home to and live with. I love you and want to make love with you."


Jeffrey's thrusting had slowed as he listened. He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. "Thank you," he said softly, and kissed her deeply as she hugged him tightly to her."


After they had kissed for a long intimate moment, he raised back up. "So you still enjoy having sex with me, even if my cock is small?"


She frowned at him, and shook her finger to make her point. "First of all," she scolded, "You're cock isn't small, it's just a different size – and I decide whose cock is good enough for me and I choose yours. It's the best cock because it belongs to my husband. Secondly, I've already answered that question. Yes, I love you and would rather have sex with you than any other man."


She lifted her head from the pillow and put the tip of her nose against his, grinning from ear to ear.


She said, "Now, Jeffrey, you'd better stop all this penis size nonsense and fuck your wife like you mean it. Otherwise, I'm going to have to give you a spanking!"


Jeffrey grinned back at her; "Promise?" he asked, as he renewed his thrusting with great energy and vigor.


Susan lay back and let her body go limp, happily surrendering fully to her husband's lovemaking. "That's more like it, my husband," she cooed, "give it to me, sweetheart," and she closed her eyes with a peaceful smile as she felt her breasts jiggle with each of her husband's thrusts.


After only a few minutes, she felt her Jeffrey's body stiffen and heard his moans of passion as he ejaculated into her body, spurting again and again and again as he gasped and panted. She mused that her husband's cum was her favorite cum, and she caressed his back as he finally lay atop her, spent and breathing deeply. She lovingly kissed the side of his head.


"No spanking for you, my love," she whispered, "you've convinced me that you meant it."


"Mmmm..." he said, sounding half asleep already.


She smiled happily in the semidarkness and pulled the covers over them both and tucked them around her husband with care.


"Just sleep honey," she whispered, "I want you in me, or at least between my thighs all night long."


She kissed his cheek, and from his breathing, she knew he had already fallen asleep.


"Boys..." she muttered, grinning. "My boys..."


Neither husband nor wife moved all night long. They slept together, entwined in their love and their body's showing it.


They slept long and comfortably, not to awake until late Saturday morning.






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