The Perfect Choice
The preparations for that evening were themselves saturated with dense, syrupy eroticism. The husband and his wife Natalie sat in the bedroom before the open wardrobe. She — aroused, faintly flushed with anticipation — tried on one set after another, while he, lazily sipping whiskey from a glass, played the role of stern judge. At last the choice was made: gossamer-fine burgundy lace that concealed practically nothing, only accentuating the full, round shapes of her breasts and teasingly outlining her hips.
She left alone, leaving behind in the apartment a thin trail of her favorite perfume and a ringing, sweet tension. The husband stayed to wait, drinking in the thought of exactly what fate was being prepared, right now, for his sexually insatiable woman in another man’s hands.
She returned deep in the night. When the door cracked open, the husband noticed at once how her whole body language had changed: her movements had turned lazy and flowing, and absolute, sated happiness swam in her clouded eyes. A barely visible pinkish mark adorned her neck, and her lipstick was entirely gone. She looked tired, wrung out to the last drop, but a triumphant, wicked smile played on her lips.
“Well?” the husband asked quietly, wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her into the bedroom’s half-dark.
“It was… incredible,” she exhaled hoarsely, obediently sinking onto her back on the cool sheets and letting her thighs fall open.
The husband knelt before the bed. Sliding his hand under the hem of her dress, he stopped short: the lace panties they had chosen together were gone. They had stayed behind as a trophy with her new gentleman. Her pussy was fully bared, swollen from long attention, and abundantly, invitingly wet with another man’s cum — already slightly cooled, slowly seeping out of her, leaving damp trails on her thighs.
“Tell me everything. Every detail, my love,” the husband whispered.
He bent down and pressed his lips to her heated skin, beginning to lick up the stranger’s juices — greedy, unhurried — his tongue reaching into the most hidden, succulent folds while he caressed her swollen clit. His wife shuddered convulsively, her fingers instantly digging into his hair. At that touch her hips pushed drunkenly up against his face, and her story kept breaking off into loud, rapturous moans.
“We… ah… we met at the restaurant,” she began unevenly, tipping her head back. “He ordered wine, never took his eyes off me, and under the table his palm climbed slowly up my thigh… Mmm, like you’re doing now… Then we went to his place. He didn’t rush. First we stood in the entryway and kissed — so greedy, so long. His hands slid over me right through the fabric of my dress, he squeezed my ass, pressed me against his cock. When he finally dropped his trousers, his shaft swung free — not yet at full strength, just heavy, half-hard. But I knelt down in front of him myself. I started working him with my mouth, and right before my eyes he rose to his full, imposing length… He swelled up so huge he barely fit in my mouth, and I was gasping with delight.”
The husband pressed his tongue in a little harder, drawing a devastating gasp out of her.
“And then… o-o-oh, he put me through a real marathon in every position, darling… When he laid me on the couch and started pushing into my pussy, I felt that massive, red-hot shaft working its way in with real effort. I was stretched to my limit, he filled me completely from inside. You know how much I love big cocks… I was absolutely happy taking that enormous flesh into me! He kneaded my breasts through the thin mesh while they bounced… Then he flipped me over, grabbed my hips roughly and hammered me from behind… He stretched me in every hole, my love. At some point he slicked my ass generously and slid in there — slow and tight… O-o-oh, it was so tight! He alternated his strokes until I was melting with pleasure. We pleasured each other for a whole hour without a break… And at the end he rolled me onto my back again, threw my legs over his shoulders, and with a mighty growl came deep inside, flooding me with his hot, thick cum…”
His wife broke into another orgasm. Her body trembled finely, and the husband readily received the remnants of another man’s intimacy on his tongue. When she had savored the moment to the full, she drawled hoarsely:
“We should invite him over sometime. I think you two have things to talk about… and things to show each other.”
The husband, whose arousal had reached its peak, answered without a second’s hesitation: “Of course. Let’s have him over next Saturday. And offer him the night.”
Saturday Dinner Under the Table
The next Saturday came surprisingly fast. The evening at home began decorously, but now all three knew why they had gathered. They sat at the big dining table in the living room, drank expensive wine, and kept up an easy conversation. Under the table, though, a separate, hidden game was already in full swing. The new lover, seated across from the wife, kept deliberately brushing her knee with his massive leg, while the husband watched with a smile as thick color flooded his woman’s face.
At some point the wife couldn’t take it anymore. Her sexual hunger demanded immediate action.
“Oops — I think I dropped my napkin,” she said in an innocent voice.
She slid smoothly off her chair straight under the table. In the half-dark beneath the heavy tabletop she was met by the guest’s strong, widely planted legs. The wife knelt right on the soft carpet and quickly undid the zipper of his trousers. When his imposing, already hot shaft sprang free, she moved in close and took him greedily, deeply into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the pulsing flesh.
Above, the lover sighed softly at the sharp wave of pleasure, breaking off mid-sentence. His fingers clenched convulsively around the rim of his wineglass. He carefully lowered his free hand under the table. His strong fingers tangled into the woman’s hair, gently steadying her head and helping her set the right, deep rhythm, guiding his huge cock straight into her throat.