tle: cockteasewife.txt
Author: Count Delasoif
Date: 13 January 2007
Code: m/f mm/f oral, reluc
Email Author: ssip2004@yahoo.co.uk
Cock Tease Wife Learns a Lesson
For their anniversary, he’d taken her for a lovely meal at the La Casa, by the lakeside. To the sound of hissing gas lanterns, they’d drunk glasses of sparkling champagne and eaten delicious oysters and toast laden with caviar.
As midnight approached, Jack led his tipsy wife to the car and firmly grasped her arms.
“I adore you,” Jack breathed, pressing his wife against the car and kissing her firmly. “After all these years, I still want you as badly as ever.”
And what was there not to want? Even after seven years of marriage, Claire Parker had kept her trim, curvaceous figure. She didn’t look remotely close to her real age of thirty-five. With a ripe, apple shaped backside, tiny waist and full, proud breasts; she’d grown only more appetising over the years.
And from a pale, mousy brunette, Claire had been transformed into a tanned, elegant woman with long, honey-highlighted hair that stretched all the way down to the small of her back.
Yes, she was a ripe, desirable woman. As Jack pressed her against his car, his erection throbbed painfully and pressed itself against her thigh.
“Jack,” she pushed him away. “Jack, please! We’re in public.”
Reluctantly, her husband backed off.
He was used to her coming up with excuses to deny him sex.
Although Claire had grown only more attractive and sexy over the years, her libido hadn’t followed suite. Perhaps it was the amount of care and attention it took to get her hair, nails and fake tan perfect. Maybe she had just given up after snagging herself a rich husband. Whatever the reason, Claire seemed more reluctant than ever to make love to her horny husband.
“Come on,” Jack sighed. “Let’s go home.”
He opened the door of his vintage Porsche for her and swung himself behind the steering wheel. A moment later, they were purring down the coastal roads, the twin headlights burning a bright path in the darkness ahead.
“So, Darling,” Claire breathed huskily. “I saw the most wonderful diamond necklace in Tiffany’s last week. White gold, with seven diamonds. I was wondering, since it’s our anniversary…”
As Jack drove, he suddenly felt Claire’s hand reach over and stroke his leg.
His cock throbbed, feeling her fingers slide slowly up his inner thigh.
“Well.”
Jack cleared his throat.
What he wanted to do was clear his head.
You see, Jack had played this game before. Even as he felt Claire’s fingers trace a path around his jean-confined erection, he knew where it would go.
In a state of extreme and desperate horniness, Jack would agree to buy Claire just about anything. But, of course, when it came to her end of the bargain…
Let’s just say that Jack understood the difference between trying to sleep with a light on… and a hard on.
“What do you say, Baby?”
Jack said: “Shit.”
He’d just looked up into the rear view mirror and caught the flashing blue lights of a police car.
“What is it, Hon?”
“It’s the police,” Jack growled. “I’d better pull over.”
Gently, he eased the Porsche to a halt and watched the police cruiser ease to a stop behind them.
“Why’d they pull us over?” Claire demanded, squeezing Jack’s hand.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged.
The truth be told, he was worried. They’d only had a few glasses of champagne at the restaurant, but he figured it was quite likely he might be over the drink drive limit.
Peering into his mirror, Jack watched the door of the cruiser swing open and a police officer clamber out. And clamber was right, because the guy must have been almost six and a half feet tall. An enormous, broad shouldered black man, the officer swaggered down the white line until he was level with Jack’s window.
“Licence and registration, please.”
“Honey,” Jack demanded. “They’re in the pocket.”
Claire passed them over. Jack handed the to the officer and listened to the enormous African American clear his throat as he studied them.
Eventually, the policeman passed them back.
“You were doing a bit of swerving back there,” the officer explained. “Have you been drinking tonight, Sir?”
“I had, maybe, a couple of glasses of wine.”
“Please step out of the vehicle.”
Nervously, Jack unbuckled his seat belt and swung open the low door of the Porsche. He stepped into the warm night breeze, watching another officer, as dark and tall as the first, eye him suspiciously through the windscreen of the Police Cruiser.
“I’m going to need you to breath into this, Sir.”
The dreaded breathalyser was presented.
Jack felt his pulse race. Nervously, he wrapped his lips around the tube and blew hard. The moment later, he saw a light on the side of the device light up amber.
The officer peered at the machine uncertainly.
“Borderline,” he mused. Then, turning to the police cruiser, he barked: “Jefferson! Get your ass out here.”
The other door swung open and the second officer, who was indeed as tall and broad as the first, started striding across the tarmac.
Jack closed his eyes. His breath was ragged.
Through the open window of his Porsche, he could hear Claire gasping “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…”
Of course, to her, the thought of arrest was abhorrent. What would her friends say?
Jefferson was talking to the first officer.
“It’s on the cusp, Man,” he shrugged. “We ought to take him in and get a blood test. Better safe than sorry.”
“Okay,” the first officer looked up. He produced handcuffs and swung Jack around. “Sir, I am arresting you for driving while intoxicated.”
The clink of the handcuffs was almost as sharp as the pain from tight, hard metal against Jack’s wrists.
He closed his eyes. He’d never been arrested before.
“Wait!”
The passenger door flew open and Claire clambered out of the low-slung sports car. In her slinky dress, with her cleavage showing, she was a sight to behold.
“Officers,” she breathed, tottering around the back of the car on her high heels. “I’m sure this is just a mistake.”
The two policemen eyed her warily.
She sidled up to them, a short, voluptuous blonde peering up at the two muscular black officers. She fluttered her long eyelashes.
“Officers, please don’t arrest him. He’d only had a couple of glasses, I promise…” She peered up with her enormous blue eyes.
The two officers exchanged curious glances.
It was the next move that caused things to happen.
Claire reached up, her fingers splayed. She pressed her hand against Jefferson’s enormous chest.
“Please,” she whispered, in that sexy little girl voice of hers. “You could let us go, couldn’t you?”
Jack’s eyes widened.
Of course, he knew better than anybody about his wife’s incredibly flirting powers. From wrangling diamond necklaces out of him, to getting discounts from the local mechanics, Claire was used to getting her way with a flash of her cleavage, a fluttering of her eyelashes and the unuttered promise of sexual adventures that she’d never make good on.
But the two officers were lapping it up.
Jefferson laughed heartily, turning to his colleague.
“Well, Damn, Trey,” he breathed, his voice gravely. “I mean, it was on the borderline. I mean, I guess there wouldn’t be much harm in it, would there?”
Trey wasn’t so easily swayed.
He looked the curvy blonde up and down.
“Now Miss. Drinking and driving is a serious offence…”
“But officer…” Claire fluttered her eyelashes again. She stepped forward, so Trey’s eyes were drawn inexorably towards her cavernous cleavage. “I’m sure if we talk this through, we could reach an understanding.”
Now Trey laughed.
It was a low, horse rumble in his enormous chest.
“Well, Honey. I’m sure we could reach an understanding. If you know what kind of understanding I mean.”
Claire’s eyes lit up.
“You mean it? So you’ll let us go?”
“Well, sure,” Trey nodded, “based on us meeting that understanding we were talking about.” He gave her a lascivious wink.
But Claire was oblivious.
She reached up on tiptoes and kissed the enormous officer on the cheek, breathing in the musky scent of sweaty cop as she did so.
“Oh, thank you so much,” she breathed. “I promise you haven’t made a mistake.”
Jefferson was studying her ripe, round ass, which was stretching the fabric of her slinky dress.
“Sweetheart, I am certain we haven’t made a mistake.”
While Jefferson kept his eyes firmly on Claire’s curvy figure, Trey unlocked the handcuffs and released Jack’s wrists.
Gratefully, he rubbed his skin.
“Thanks, Guys,” he breathed. “I really appreciate this.”
“Well, shucks,” Jefferson winked, reluctantly turning away from Claire for a moment. “It was borderline anyway, Man. They’d have probably cleared you after a blood test.”
And then there was the awkward silence.
The two police officers stood there expectantly.
Jack and Claire found their path to the Porsche blocked by the two enormous black officers.
“Erm,” Claire said meekly. “We’ll be on our way, then?”
The officers didn’t move.
Uncertainly, she added: “And thanks again?”
Trey was laughing again, the low rumble in his chest.
“Honey, isn’t you forgetting something?”
“I am?” She turned to Jack expectantly. “Do you give them some money or something now?”
Jack said nothing. He was peering incredulously at his wife.
“No, Ma’am,” Jefferson explained. “We don’t want money. We’re just waiting on that understanding we discussed.”
Claire looked blank.
“I thought we reached an understanding.”
“We did,” Jefferson nodded. “An understanding.”
And with that, he pointed a long finger towards his crotch.
Something long and firm was snaking it’s way down his trouser leg. It looked like somebody had shoved a cucumber down his pants.
“Now wait,” Claire staggered back, into her husband’s arms. “We never said anything about that. I just thought…”
“You just thought what, Miss?” Trey rolled his eyes. “That we’d let your drunk ass husband drive home just because you wiggled your ass at us?”
“I thought…”
“Miss, I figured we’d reached an understanding here…”
“But…” Claire was mortified.
“Now listen,” Trey growled. “If needs be, we’ll take your husband in and charge his ass with drunken driving…”
This was when Jack spoke up.
“That won’t be necessary,” he said firmly. Grabbing his wife’s shoulders, he swung her around, presenting his wife and her cavernous cleavage to the two policemen. “For a long time now, I’ve been trying to teach my wife to keep her promises… Especially those kinds of promises…. I think it’s about time I began.”
“W-what?” Claire cranked her head round, looking up at her husband with frightened blue eyes.
“Darling,” Jack said softly, “for far too long now, I’ve let you get away with cock-teasing me. Getting me all hot and bothered and then not delivering when the time’s right. It’s about time you learnt a lesson.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m absolutely serious,” Jack said sternly. “I’ve gone to bed with blue balls far too many times recently. That’s about to end.”
Roughly, Jack pushed his wife forward, into the arms of the two enormous policemen.
“You might be able to talk your way out of it with me, Darling,” he warned, “but let’s see how these two policemen react when you refuse to deal with the two hard pricks you’ve teased into action.”
She looked so small and defenceless, wearing nothing but a slinky dress and being towered over by the two enormous policemen.
Her bottom lip quivering, she turned to her husband.
“Please,” she begged.
“Don’t ask him, Sweetheart,” Trey warned, his breath hot in her ear. “Jefferson and I are the two you’ve got to do the negotiating with. And let me tell you something… Your husband might have been willing to put up with blue balls, but neither of us are.”
“Oh God,” Claire shuddered. “You can’t be serious.”
“You made a deal and we delivered. Now it’s your turn.”
And with that, Trey grabbed the curvy blonde and pressed his lips firmly against hers.
She fought for a second or two. Even the vice-like grip on her arms and the firm pressure of the officer’s lips on hers didn’t make her give in.
It wasn’t until she turned her head and saw her husband, Jack, looking on with satisfaction that she realised tonight wouldn’t end until she’d done something she’d rarely had to before.
Make good on all her sexual innuendo.
Kissing Trey was very different to kissing Jack.
Her husband was smooth and smelt nice. His kisses were gentle and yearning. Trey’s, on the other hand, were brutally hard. He was bruising her lips, exploring her mouth with a strong tongue and breath that tasted of coffee.
With a thump, Claire felt herself pressed against the Porsche.
Trey’s enormous body sandwiched her. His lean, muscular torso pressed against her breasts. With one knee, he nudged aside her thighs and she felt his enormous cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against her groin.
Now she was trapped against the car, Trey’s hands left her arms. Roughly, he tugged down the straps of her slinky dress and both of Claire’s large, heavy breasts popped free.
Milk white and pendulous; her big tits were exactly the right size for Trey’s huge, calloused hands.
He squeezed her breasts, grinding his crotch against hers. Their teeth clinked as he kissed her harder, raping her mouth with his insistent tongue.
Unable to see it, feeling only the iron firmness against her inner thigh, Claire imagined his cock must have been a foot long. Surely nobody had them that big! Even black men, with their reputation!
Claire’s breath was ragged. The rough buckle of Trey’s belt was grinding against her pussy. Through the fabric of her panties, she felt herself grow involuntarily moist.
Oh God, she gasped. This wasn’t happening.
“Here!” With a grip like steel, Jefferson grabbed her elbow and wrenched Claire out from between Trey and the car. “Don’t hog her, Man. I thought we were partners?”
Trey laughed, wiping his mouth.
Claire just stood there, swaying on her heels. Her dress was around her waist, both her breasts swinging free. Large, red hand marks marred her milky white skin. Her lips were bruised. Saliva, both hers and Trey’s, dribbled down her chin.
“Let’s get her out of these things,” Trey grabbed the hem of Claire’s dress. With a single, long ripping noise, the material came away in his hands.
Standing there in her panties, Claire was too terrified to complain that the dress was a Versace.
“Take them shoes off,” Jefferson barked. “You’ll fall on your ass if you’re not careful.”
Nodding, Claire bent over, unbuckling the straps of her Gucci shoes. As she did so, she felt rough thumbs hook themselves into the waistband of her panties and tug them down to her knees.
Barefoot, with her panties around her ankles, Claire was roughly spun around and thrown face down on the bonnet of the Porsche.
The heat from the engine made her breasts ache.
Bent over in half, there was nothing she could do to prevent the two policemen wrenching open her thighs.
Her ass was in the air. Her legs were apart. Pussy and asshole were available for the world to enjoy.
A firm hand was in the small of her back, pressing her down onto the car’s bonnet. All she could do was turn her head and look up.
Straight into Jack’s eyes. Her husband, once so loving and attentive, was peering at her ass like a horny dog. She couldn’t miss the swelling in the front of his jeans.
“Is she wet?” Jack barked. “Does she get wet when she teases people?”
Rough fingers explored her pussy.
“Damn,” murmured Trey, sliding two enormous fingers inside her. “She’s slicker than an eel.”
And she was.
As horrified and terrified as she was, Claire couldn’t prevent herself growing hot and moist at the attention.
She hated herself for it, but her hungry pussy swallowed up Trey’s fingers right to the bottom knuckle.
She closed her eyes, tears dripping onto the hot metal.
“So do we fuck her?” Jefferson demanded.
“Hang on, Boys,” Jack interrupted. “That’s too easy.”
Claire cried out as the two fingers were roughly pulled from her. Her pussy felt empty afterwards.
“What the hell are you talking about, White Boy?”
“She’s been teasing men for years,” Jack explained. “She’s the biggest cock tease I’ve ever known and dammit, she hasn’t made good on one promise since I’ve known her. Blowjobs. Threesomes. The works.”
“And?”
“And if you two just fuck her and be done with it, she’s getting off easy. In fact she’d probably love it. Five minutes work and she doesn’t have to do any of it.”
The two cops seemed to find this funny.
“Damn, Boy? What did you expect?”
“I expect we’ve got three hard dicks here; and it’s up to her to deal with them.”
“Three dicks? You joining in now? Or do you want to sit this one out in the back of our squad car.”
“That’s my wife there, Officer. And besides… If you let me play, you can hardly expect me to file a complaint afterwards, can you?”
“Boy’s got a point there, Jefferson.”
“Well, let’s play.”
Claire cried out as Jefferson grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her naked torso off the bonnet of the Porsche.
She landed in a heap on the damp grass, sobbing and sniffling.
Looking up, all she could focus on were the swollen packages bulging out of the front of the two cop’s trousers.
“Right then, Ma’am,” Trey said, as if he was issuing a speeding ticket. “You’ve got three hard dicks here and we’re not leaving here until you’ve dealt with them, alright?”
She sniffed pitifully.
“Sweetheart, I’ve seen it all,” Jefferson warned. “If you think bursting into tears is going to get you out of this, you’ve obviously never been arrested before.”
Claire sniffed. Her tears stopped instantly.
“Fine,” she spat.
Clambering to her knees, the naked blonde peered at the work ahead of her.
“You,” she barked at Trey. “Get over here.”
“Yes Ma’am,” the officer grinned.
A moment later, Claire was staring at the policeman’s fly zipper, just inches from her face.
Reluctantly, she unbuckled his belt and slowly drew down the zip.
Whack!
The best part of a foot of hard, black cock slapped her hard on the cheek.
“Oh my God,” Claire’s eyes shot open.
She’d seen her share of penises before, but none quite like his. It was as long as her forearm, chocolate brown and covered in throbbing veins. The officer’s wiry pubes smelt musky and Claire was not expecting so much heat to be radiating from the enormous cock in front of her.
“Well, Honey,” it was Jack, sounding cockier each time her spoke. “Are you just going to look at it?”
She shot him a murderous glare.
Reaching up with her hands, Claire wrapped her fingers around the enormous dick and slowly pulled Trey’s foreskin back.
It revealed an enormous, purple head that throbbed menacingly.
“Come on,” Trey demanded. “Do something.”
Reluctantly, having sworn never to give another blowjob after walking down the aisle, Claire opened her mouth and swallowed up Trey’s cock.
“Ow!” She saw stars as Trey lightly swatted her head. “Mind those teeth!”
Claire did her best.
She bobbed her head, sucking on Trey’s dick like it was a lollipop. She gripped his hips for support, sucking like her life depended on it.
“Damn!” Grabbing another fistful of her hair, Trey pulled the blonde off his cock. Her lips broke the seal with a loud ‘pop!’ “That’s the worst blowjob I’ve ever got!”
“Yeah,” Jack said helpfully. “She never did learn.”
“Dammit, I ain’t a lollipop, Bitch,” Trey growled. “You’ve got to use your tongue. Get it wet. I want to feel like I’m fucking your mouth, not a vacuum cleaner.”
“But…” Claire spluttered. “I…”
“Here’s what I mean…”
Grabbing her hair, Trey forcefully guided Claire’s mouth back over his cock.
And further.
Claire’s eyes widened as Trey forced her head down further, ramming inch after inch into her mouth.
She fought to breath. Her gagging reflex strummed.
“Mmmmph!” Claire’s tiny hands beat against Trey’s hips. “Mmmgh!”
She didn’t throw up, like she thought she would. Instead, her saliva glands worked overtime. Just like when she’d been about to barf, back in her college days, her mouth washed with saliva. She retched dryly, spluttering wetly over Trey’s cock and drooling long strands of saliva down her front and over her big breasts.
Eventually, when Claire was beginning to think she’d drown on her own spit, Trey yanked back on her hair and allowed her to draw in a single, gasping whoop of air.
“That’s it,” he said fatherly. “You need to get it nice and wet.”
With that, Trey started to use Claire’s hair to guide her head back and forth.
Her mouth and lips were slack and wet around his throbbing dick. Trey really was fucking Claire’s mouth, using it like an orifice.
“Use your tongue,” he demanded. “Tongue my cockhead like you’re cleaning the fucker.”
Claire did as she was told.
As the enormous dick was rammed into her wet mouth, she sloshed her tongue around Trey’s cockhead.
She licked the slit at the head. She ran her tongue around the mushroom base. She pretended his cock was covered in chocolate sauce and she had to lick every single wrinkle clean.
“Damn, you’ve got it,” Trey gasped. “Oh, shit. That’s the stuff!”
And then it happened.
Claire’s eyes shot wide as Trey’s cock throbbed. Swelling up to almost double, there was a single spasm and then…
“Murumph!”
Hot, salty liquid filled her mouth.
Spurt after spurt coated Claire’s tongue.
Trey rammed his spitting cock into Claire’s mouth, keeping up his fucking motion until every glob of cum was ejected towards her tonsils. Only then did he release hold of her hair and allow Claire to collapse to the damp grass.
She hacked, coughed and spluttered. Cum splurted out of her nose and down her chin. Goblets of sperm flecked her breasts.
While she gasped for oxygen, on hands and knees, Trey tucked his softening cock back into his pants.
“Damn,” he gasped. “Seems all it takes to teach a girl how to suck cock is a firm hand.”
Claire gurgled for breath. Each mouthful tasted of sticky, fishy cum.
“You bastard,” she breathed.
“Now now,” Trey warned, “you should respect the police. Especially when they come armed with two large nightsticks you need to be taking care of.”
Jefferson was eagerly unbuttoning his pants.
“Damn, I guess it’s my turn.”
“God, No,” Claire hacked, curled up on the wet grass. “I can’t do it again. I can’t handle another blowjob. You cock was enormous.”
Trey and Jefferson exchanged grins.
“You couldn’t handle this?” Jefferson smiled, yanking open his fly and letting loose an enormous black cock springing smartly to attention.
It wasn’t any smaller than Trey’s.
“Oh, fuck,” Claire gasped. “Not another one.”
Jefferson threw back his head and laughed.
“Listen, Honey. If you don’t think you can handle another blacksnake, you can always give your hubby there a blow. He told you to take care of all three of us and I believe in multi tasking.”
“Multi tasking?” Claire murmured.
“Yeah, Baby,” Jefferson winked. “While you’re blowing hubby, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Jack!” She turned to her husband desperately. “You can’t let him fuck me.”
Jack sat back on the bonnet of the Porsche, giving a nonchalant shrug.
“Darling, I wasn’t the one who made this situation. You were. And you promised you’d get all three of us off. I don’t care how you do it.”
Claire turned her head. She stared nervously at Jefferson’s enormous, throbbing dick.
“I can’t blow that,” she sobbed. “Not another one that big.”
“Well,” Jack shrugged. “How else will you take care of it?”
Claire’s pussy tingled.
“Okay,” she was hyperventilating. “You can fuck me.”
“No, honey,” Jefferson warned. “You can fuck me. Remember, you’re the one doing the business here.”
“What about a condom?”
“Condom?”
“Because of d-diseases…”
“Aw, Honey. You look like a nice girl. I’m sure you haven’t got any diseases.”
“I meant you!”
“Well, Babe. I had my police medical three weeks ago and I got cleared for everything, so I don’t think you need worry.”
“But what about birth control?”
“What about it?”
“I’m not on the pill,” Claire sobbed. “If you cum in me, I’ll get pregnant.”
Jefferson shook his head and tutted.
“Honey, I don’t need to fuck you. All I need is this big, black dick taken care of. Now whether you want me to cum in that pussy of yours, or that lovely wet mouth, it’s up to you.”
Claire sobbed again.
“I couldn’t handle another monster like that in my mouth…”
“Well, there’s your answer.”
She nodded obediently.
Clambering to her feet, Claire tottered over to the bonnet of the Porsche and grabbed the belt of her husband’s jeans.
She looked murderously into his eyes.
“I fucking hate you,” she spat.
“I’ve got seven years of blue balls to catch up on,” Jack smiled sweetly back. “I’ll let you know how I feel about you once you’ve drained them.”
Claire couldn’t speak.
Angrily, she unbuckled her husband’s jeans and wrenched them down, yanking them down to his ankles.
Sproing!
Up popped his big, familiar cock. Sure, Jack didn’t have an enormous black monster like Jefferson or Trey, but he still had a big cock that throbbed menacingly. She doubted she’d ever seen it so full before.
Licking her lips, Claire felt a surge of saliva fill her mouth. Apparently her blowjob lesson with Trey had already taught her something.
She swallowed up her husband’s cock. Her tongue hungrily licked and slurped, teasing every curve of his swollen bell end.
“Oh my fucking God,” Jack law back on the bonnet of his Porsche, thrusting his hips into his wife’s mouth. “That’s so good!”
There was nothing but a wet slurping noise coming from Claire, as she sucked and licked and slurped. She was worshipping every inch of her husband’s cock, as if it was ice cream covered in sprinkles.
“Damn,” Trey was watching this, stroking his limp cock back to attention. “She’s a fast learner, that wife of yours…”
Jefferson wasn’t paying any attention.
His eyes were fixated on Claire’s round rump, pale and milky in the moonlight. Her blonde pubes were moist and dewy. Her pussy opened like a ripe, moist flower.
Stroking his cock, Jefferson kicked apart Claire’s knees and pressed his dick against her cunt.
Jack’s cock engulfed Claire’s mouth, but she gurgled a long, drawn out moan as the best part of a foot of throbbing, black cock slid wetly inside her.
She’d never felt so full.
“Oh fuck, she’s tight,” Jefferson’s hands grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling Claire’s thighs even wider apart. “It’s like warm apple pie.”
He eased into the rhythm, drawing his long cock all the way out of Claire’s pussy before sinking it back in, right up to the balls. He was so deep inside her that she groaned, opening her throat and allowing her husband to sink and inch deeper into her gullet.
“Oh my God,” Jack groaned. “This is the best ever!”
Once his long, hard cock was slick and properly lubricated, Jefferson found his fucking motions overtaken by his blue balls. He really hammered her.
Fucking her as if she was a bitch in heat, Jefferson grabbed Claire’s milky white ass so hard it left marks. He thrust into her sloppy pussy, hammering his taut hips against hers and listening to the wet slap.
Claire groaned. Her eyes rolled upwards and she shuddered as the came for the first time. A squirt of moisture from between her legs dribbled down Jefferson’s balls.
Her curvy, round ass was rippling at each thrust.
“Oh Fuck!” Jefferson groaned. “I’m going to cum in the bitch!”
“Wait for me!” Jefferson grabbed the back of his wife’s head. “I’m going to cum in her too, the fucking cocktease.”
“Mmmmph!” Suddenly, Claire found she had cock lodged in her from both ends. Her husband’s dick was tickling her tonsils, flooding her mouth with saliva. In her tingling pussy, a dick as enormous as an iron bar was lodged up to her cervix.
She closed her eyes. And orgasmed.
The cock in her pussy swelled up more than the one in her throat. And while she couldn’t feel the jets of cum squirting deep inside her, she fuzzily confused them with the mouthfuls of spunk being spurted into her throat. It was too deep to swallow. She gagged, coughing and hacking cum out of her nose and all over her husband’s flagging cock.
It seemed to last forever. The shuddering orgasm and the sticky, salty wetness in her mouth and between her legs.
But then it ended.
She found herself on the wet grass again, sweaty and damp.
There was a dribble from her pussy, thick and warm.
She coughed and a mouthful of sperm drooled down her chin onto her bruised, aching breasts.
Her pussy tingled. Gingerly, she reached down and touched her clit.
And came a shuddering third time.
Standing above her, Jack, Jefferson and Trey nodded with satisfaction.
“Now there’s one well-fucked woman,” Trey grinned.
As it turned out, Claire did get that diamond necklace she wanted.
It took three days for her raw and abused pussy to stop tingling and her bruised breasts to stop aching, but both Jack and Claire had learned an important lesson from their experience.
Once she was recovered, Jack asked her if she was going to divorce him.
Still bruised and tingling, she said no.
Then Jack asked if she still wanted that diamond necklace.
Still bruised and tingling, she said yes.
Jack then unzipped his flies, releasing a cock that seemed, if it was possible, even larger than it had been the other night.
And Claire, who was a fast learner, licked her lips and got to work.
The End