He kissed her mouth and could taste himself, before kissing down her neck and over her chest, feeding on her ecstatic moans and reactions.
He ran his hand down her body and between her legs, slipping two fingers in her wet cunt, fingering fucking as she fucked back, grinding her hips.
He started feeling more confident, more secure as the woman underneath him moaned under his touch as her bitter husband watched on, impotently.
He felt himself getting hard again and slipped his fingers out of her pussy and into her mouth, where she sucked on them greedily, clamping down as he slipped his dick into her.
He began fucking her, her pussy desperate for a good piece of dick.
He ran his hands through her hair, grabbing a handful.
“Whose pussy is this?” He asked.
“Your pussy,” she moaned. “This is your pussy.”
“Is it for anyone else?”
“No. This pussy is only for you.”
“That’s right,” he said, staring at Henry, “this pussy is all mine.” With that he fucked her harder as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling her deeper into her wetness.
He kept going, determined to give her the fuck of her life. He kept pounding, showing them both his stamina, his vitality, his manliness.
“Oh my god”, she gasped, “I’m cumming.” With that, she started shaking, her pussy contracting on his dick as he kept pumping away, on the verge himself.
He kept going, barely able to hold it in, until she calmed down, and then he moaned,
“I’m about to cum.”
“Cum for me,” she said. “Take out your big dick and cum for me. Cover me in your load, show me how a man cums. Mark your territory, let everyone know I’m yours.”
Reluctantly, he slipped his dick out of her sweet twat and began working it with his hand. She moaned as she watched him jerk off, pushing her tits together as he got closer and closer, until he finally came again, shooting string after stick of thick, vibrant jizz all over her belly, her tits, her mouth, marking his territory, marking her as his own.
Once spent, collapsed back on the bed and, breathing heavily, listened as Valerie told Henry,
“That’s how a real man does it.”
“I’ll show you a real man,” he replied.
“Real man? You probably can’t even get that tiddly thing up, let alone coat me like this stud did. Face it, we’re going to have to put you in the spare room and get this stud in here to fuck my brains out every night.”
James looked over at this exchange and saw that Henry was now standing by the side of the bed and his dick, which was most certainly not a “tiddly little thing,” was in his hand as he jerked off rapidly.
“Would you like that?” She continued. “To be next door and forced to listen to someone else fuck your wife, giving her the pleasure you never could? Giving it to her good, making her cum and cum and cum.”
And with that, Henry came, unloading a great big load of his own all over her tits, streams and streams of the stuff as if he hadn’t cum for a month.
He was moaning and shaking with anger, jealousy and lust, as he continued to paint her with his semen, until he too, was spent. At that point, Valerie gently took his twitching cock into her mouth and gently sucked the last few drops off. Then, she reached up and grabbed his tie, pulling him down into a tender embrace.