Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday passed. Every night, Alissa brought Sawyer home. Every night, they made love in our bed.
I wanted to make love to my wife so bad it hurt – but that’s the thing, I was so excited for her that I masturbated at work and shot my load every day. At night watching his cock slide in and out of my wife caused me to cum again. I couldn’t save it to get it up.
It was maddening.
Infuriating.
Thursday, I kept going to the restroom to touch myself thinking of all the cum Sawyer was shooting into my wife, but I resisted after a stroke or two.
I was a walking hard-on that demanded immediate action.
By my estimation, he was getting close to shooting enough cum into her to equal all of my efforts during our short marriage.
I went home Thursday and showered. Alissa was already gone – he took her right after work most days.
When they came in later, I had already eaten. I waved at Sawyer.
He was pleasant – as he always was. ‘Hey, Enrique.’
I liked him. He didn’t try to bullshit me with ‘What’s happening?’ or ‘Hey, wazzup?’ No condescension from him.
I said, ‘I’ll join you two in a little bit.’
He raised his eyebrows. ‘Come in now, if you want…’
I held up a hand. ‘I’ll come in after you finish.’
‘All right…’ He didn’t appear to grasp why, but that wasn’t my concern.
Waiting was not hard for me, not when I had witnessed them fucking every day since Saturday. They always started with hugging and kissing.
It was sweet.
Sometimes they did oral – not always. More often than not, she wanted to do it for him. Sometimes he let her. Seeing my bride’s lips on his cock always got me hard.
Today, they went right into it after kissing. He had her on the bed, doggie style.
I resisted taking out my cock and stroking it. I will be strong!
Her moans tormented me and my hands and dick twitched. Her pants and sighs plagued me and I oozed in my jeans.
I could only see him and a little bit of her from the living room where I sat, but I could tell she was energetically fucking back against his pushes. That was where waiting got hard. My beautiful and delicate wife, pushing her pussy back against his pistoning cock, revved my fuck-engine to redline.
He pulled out of her and turned her over. I saw her ankles in his hands, held out high. His hips moved back and forth against her.
My wife groaned happily, taking all of his cock.
He bent down over her after several minutes and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He plunged deep. He said, ‘I love you, Alissa. Don’t ever go away again.’
I heard her response and I heard the promise in her voice. ‘I love you too, and I won’t.’
He moved into his finishing run, panting faster and louder. His feet were on the ground helping to push his cock into my wife. Her butt was half off the bed and angled for the best penetration. He had maximum leverage and stance for the deepest fucking.
When he grunted his release, they clutched and trembled together as he strained to squirt as deep as possible.
I tore off my jeans and walked into the bedroom. I grinned at an exhausted Sawyer. ‘My turn.’
He was gasping in breaths from his exertion and just nodded. He stepped back.
My bride’s pussy was swollen and puffy – flushed red with excitement. She smiled at me with such welcome and cheer that I thought her cheeks would crack. She scooted back a bit on the bed to let me climb on.
I desperately wanted my cock in her. But before I did, I leaned down and gave her wet pussy lips and clit one large upward lick. I couldn’t see his cum as it wasn’t leaking out of her, but I did taste him. That pasta taste was on my tongue as I moved up her body. Her chest was heaving, nipples hard and I licked them as I came up. Then I kissed her, letting her taste both of their juices mingled on my tongue.
She moaned in the kiss as if fresh with need.
Her pussy felt different. Very different. As I slid my erection into my wife, I knew it instantly because I had never felt it before. Her pussy felt hot, soft, fleshy and fucked. My eyes widened at the vast difference in feel.
Making love to my wife maybe twice during a day had a certain feel because her pussy had time to recover during the time my cock recovered. So I had never felt this peculiar and very distinct sensation: freshly-fucked pussy.
I had never felt anything so amazingly spectacular.
I slid all the way in and felt the scorching flood of Sawyer’s cum coating my cock. It had a tingling, electric effect that had my shaft swelling to the point I have never felt harder. My erection was so hard and engorged that it hurt – and his cum on my shaft was an astonishing aphrodisiac.
My eyes were open in shock as I experienced this new sensation I would never have known if I had not let them fuck.
I pushed as far as I could and the head of my cock was bathed in liquid heat at the deepest reach. I was poking into Sawyer’s load and it felt phenomenal. I blinked rapidly in surprise. I could never have imagined this without the benefit of experience. There was no way I could relate this to another man adequately.
I pumped almost as if it were my first time feeling pussy. I was already panting with excitement because it felt that good. I pumped deep and fast, driving my erection into my wife’s used pussy.
I loved this new feeling. It felt better on my shaft – more alive and responsive – than just regular fucking. I was addicted to this new feel of fucked pussy by the second stroke. Softer, smoother, sexier. I loved the feel of his slick cum covering my sliding cock. I was so hard from the sensation that I ached.
There was no going back for me. I knew right then that I would want Sawyer to always go first. Maybe that wasn’t fair, but I was the one who had gotten lucky and gotten the ring on her finger first. I had to have some say.
I thrust deep and hard, loving that my wife had opened her pussy for another man. My energetic enthusiasm gave her the edge she needed and she came on my cock, clutching at me and quivering with her release.
Sawyer and I had done that to her. And I had something new to consider.
As I pounded deep into my wife, I realized that if he was a part of her, then he was a part of me. I shot my load hot and fast, so excited that I almost passed out from hyperventilating. I pushed and strained, prodding his flood deeper into her and adding mine to it.
She was a soft beauty and a goddess of sensuality. Sawyer and I had worshipped at her altar. We surrendered to her divinity and gave our offerings – our tokens of devotion – and prayed for her benefaction. We each gave everything we had and with all our male strength and virility and the offering was perfect and beautiful. She was everything we wanted and more.
There was no better love more pure or cherished that could be felt by man than the sharing of a woman.
Yes, I definitely had something to accomplish that remained unresolved.
