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'It's important that she's orgasming when I ejaculate into her' he said to me, using that patient manner a parent would use talk to a child, perhaps when showing them how to poach their first egg.

As he spoke he continued to leisurely pole his impressively long and thick cock in and out of my wife of 7 years. Gayle's slim gym-toned body writhed and shook as he did so, her pixie like face flushed pink, her short dirty blond hair wet with perspiration, her big blue eyes staring sightlessly through me. She seemed dazed, lost, stoned on pleasure. Her mouth hung open slackly sometimes, other times showing a hint of a smile or a grimace of delectable pain as he poked around inside of her, widening and stretching her. Occasionally that sweet little mouth that whispered 'I love you' to me each morning as I woke would form a round O of pleasure as her mature new lover would change the angle of his skilled thrusts, finding and stimulating yet another of her secret erogenous zones, zones only he seemed to know how to find. How many orgasms had he wrung out of her? Too many to count. I glanced at the bedsheet to count the number of stains that I’d noticed beneath her earlier that evening, but saw they had now merged into one large stain. God! The sheet was soaked! My infertile balls gave a lurch, then seemed to twist into a knot.

I shook my head to try to clear the fog. He was still talking to me.

'..then we'll be sure the mouth of her cervix is ready and in the right position, ready to suck up my sperm from the pool I'll leave inside her. OK Michael? Michael! Do you know what to do?'
I looked up at him, then nodded silently, not trusting my voice.

'Excellent!' he said with a beaming smile. 'Now let's knock this little slut up!'

What? His little slut? My wife Gayle? My quiet, loyal, loving, 33 year old Gayle? It didn't seem possible. Yet there she was, lying quietly and submissively and sometimes enthusiastically beneath this dominant and cultured English middle aged businessmen as he calmly explained how he intended to inseminate her.

He lunged into her. Hard. Deep. Once. She groaned. Twice. She wailed. Three times. An animal groan came from somewhere deep inside her. Then I saw what I had been dreading.

'Cum for me, my little slut!' I heard him whisper to my wife, as he buried his thick cream coated 10 inch cock to the hilt inside her. Mashing his groin against hers, he held himself fully embedded inside her, balanced on just his toes and his outstretched hands, and ground and thrust his hips in small but firm circular motions.I heard her gasp and whine in submissive obedience. Her legs began to quiver, her feet, toes clenching, began to dance spastically behind his head.

Though still crouched in my position between their thrashing legs, I could still hear his fierce, whispered commands to her.

'Oh yes! That's it Gayle. Good girl. Cum for me. I can feel your cervix pulsing. You're cumming again, you're cumming aren't you?.' “Yesss” I heard her whisper back, quietly. He gave her a couple more hard, deep jabs.

“I can’t hear you Gayle. Speak up!” He began pounding rapidly in and out of her, his crotch slapping wetly into hers, where a some sort of suction occurred. As he pulled out, it sounded like a plumber’s plunger clearing a blocked sink.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Godddd! I’m cumming for you!”. Gayle was wailing and crying wildly now. He had her.
He pulled his cock clean out of her in a sudden jerk. My wife's drenched gave a lewd wet slurp as his cock came clear, and gaped open hungrily. He turned his head to stare at me.

'Look at your wife's cunt trying to suck me back in Michael. Isn't that a beautiful sight?'

I normally abhor the use of that word, but his cultured English public school accent made it not just acceptable, but appropriate. I did as he commanded. From my position crouched behind and between their splayed legs I could see down inside her upturned cunt. Yes, it was no longer a vagina. He’d transformed it into a cunt. The rippled walls of her cunt were pulsing rhythmically, like a baby's mouth after losing it's mother's nipple. At the bottom of her hole lay a thick pool of her vaginal secretions, into which the mouth of her cervix seemed to be drinking.

Gayle gasped and her body shook. He smiled at me, almost fatherly.

'Get ready Michael'

Then he turned back to stare fiercely into Gayle's eyes.

'Are you ready for my seed, my little whore?' he enquired, his tone conveying both authority and sincerity.

'I-I'm not sure...' she stammered. But her laboured breathing and look of pained adoration on her face as she stared into his eyes told another tale.

'Cum for me again, my little breeding bitch!' he hissed, as he drove his slick, wet cock back into her to the hilt and held it there.

>From my position I between their legs I looked between his legs and saw Gayle's mouth silently gape open, her red-rimmed blue eyes bugging out. Her hips came up high off the bed to maximise his penetration, while every muscle in his entire body seemed to pulse in concert like some sort of giant human sperm pump. My head was pounding, my mouth dry. I switched my gaze to their conjoined crotches. The entire base of his cock was rippling and pulsing, his balls, drawn up tight against his thick shaft twitched in harmony. Gayle's entire crotch was running with her juices, her pelvic floor muscles jerked and fluttered, signalling yet another of her many orgasms that night.

'Now Michael!' he gasped, and he again withdrew his steaming and heaving cock from Gayle's pulsing and gaping hole and held it just outside it's mouth. Thick ropes of cum were still squirting powerfully from his cock. I could him his grunting then sucking in huge breaths of air in time with each jet. Some of their combined cum had been scooped out of Gayle's cunt by the flared head of his glans, and was starting to drip from the head in thick viscous strands.

I drew in a deep breath....and extended my hand, palm upward. My fingers brushed his slimy, steaming cock. I closed my eyes....held my breath... and closed my grip. I'd never touched another man's cock before. It was hot, so hot it surprised me And thick. God it was thick! I felt it rhythmically pulsing, the paste of their combined juices seeping through my fingers. Time stood still. Was I really doing this?

'Now, Michael!' he barked, jerking me out of my trance. 'Milk me into my little slut. Squeeze out every last drop!'.

I looked beyond the sloppy, open maw that once was my domain alone and saw Gayle entranced, staring in fascination at the surreal scene occuring between her upraised legs. Our eyes locked. I saw a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across her face. Fear. Apprehension. Love. And Need. Pleading need.

I took another deep breath, tightened my fingers around his wet and pulsing shaft. I began to pump.