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Already Taken
by Morse (morseerotica@gmail.com)
***
Making love to my unusually aroused wife, I find my
wife somewhat already full. (MF, wife, cuck)
***
I came home from work, to find a most unusual sight. My
wife, hair wet, obviously just out of the shower,
dressed only in her dressing gown, which was sticking
in all the right places.
She knew how to turn me on, and, sauntering up to me,
stroked my package gently through my trousers. In a few
seconds she had them off, and she kneeled down,
gripping my newly hard cock, long, thick and veiny,
with an engorged pink tip. She gently caressed my
balls, and returned to my cock, that after being
stroked lovingly but briefly, disappeared into between
her moist, brown lips.
After a minute of sheer pleasure, I began to speak,
eager to know what had made her so horny. She quickly
stood up, and put her finger to my mouth to shush me,
before my words were fully out.
Stepping back, leaning against a kitchen worktop, my
beautiful wife dropped her gown. Her breasts - the most
beautiful I had ever seen - were sexy and swollen, and
her pert nipples stood out in a display of sexual
eagerness. I glanced at my pussy. Her tuft of brown her
glistened with the water from the shower, but her pussy
glisten with another kind of moisture - the kind of
moisture only a woman's pussy provides, for a man she
loves - or a man she is about to make love to.
My wife jumped up and sat back on the kitchen worktop,
and spread her legs wide open. I kissed her gently on
the mouth and, stroking her luscious breasts with my
hands, moving my tongue down to her hot brown nipples.
She moaned gently at the flick of my tongue, and
knowing what turned on my wife of ten years, I began to
move my tongue down her body, heading for that sexy
pussy that I could see glistening, dripping, in the
bright kitchen light.
My wife always liked my going down on her, and though I
rarely let her come from this, she almost never said
no. Today was an exception - heading for her pussy, she
grabbed my head tightly between her hands and drew my
face up to hers.
"No," she said, "don't lick me." I felt her gentle
touch on my balls, then, running her hand up my shaft
with her fingers on either side, she grasped my cock
and pulled it towards her cunt. The tip of my cock
nestled just between her swollen pussy lips, which were
absolutely dripping wet, in a way I'd never felt
before. "Just fuck me, please, just fuck me now," she
begged.
Unwilling and unable to resist such a command, I began
to slowly push my member into her mound. She was so
incredibly wet, so incredibly lubricated, that I
slipped in with no effort at all. Looking down, as I
watched the tip of my cock disappear and that veiny
thick shaft penetrate my beautiful wife, a small drip
of thick, white fluid appeared at the mouth of my
wife's pussy, engorged with my shaft not quite half way
in.
I froze, in shock, though my cock started twitching in
renewed erotic ecstasy. My pause was broken by my
wife's gentle voice: "Fuck me, please. Fuck me now,"
she begged. I looked into her face, and saw a cool
expression, controlled, knowing exactly what it wanted.
"Give me your cock. Fuck me."
I looked down, and began pushing my shaft slowly and
deeply into my wife's tunnel. I could feel her pussy
was swollen, excited. The foreign cum that filled her
cunt oozed out and dripped on the floor as I pushed my
long shaft in deeper and deeper. In ten years, I had
never known her this aroused; she moaned gently as
every wrinkle of skin, every vein on my cock pushed
past her lips into that hot, swollen hole.
Gripping my shaft tight with her vagina, my wife
grasped by backside with her hands and pulled hard. She
grunted loudly as my cock penetrated her deeply. The
other man's cum glistened on her pussy lips as I
withdrew my penis, and began the next stroke. My wife
jerked her hands again, and pulled me deeply inside
her. Looking up, I saw her staring into my eyes. "Fuck
me, cum in me," she said, not begging this time, but
telling.
I began to pump gently, with long strokes, but slow,
tickling her recently used pussy with my cock shape. I
felt her gorgeous breasts rubbing gently against my
chest as I moved, and began to wonder about the man who
must have made love against these very breasts only a
few hours ago. My wife, almost reading my mind, excited
me further, "he fucked me, he came in me. He left so
much cum inside me."
I began to move faster and harder, knowing my wife had
been engaged in the act of love with another man -
another set of hands on her breasts, another set of
lips teasing her pussy, another cock, feeling a new
strength of orgasm from her that I hadn't felt in ten
years.
In a second, I knew who she'd been fucking. I'd been
teasing her for weeks about a new guy she'd mentioned
at work - she'd started out by mentioning how she liked
the way he looked, and that he was flirty with her. I
encouraged her to flirt with him. She told me that he'd
glance at her during meetings, and that she'd catch his
eye, and give him a sexy smile. She wore low cut tops
for meetings she knew he'd be at - and especially low
cut tops for times when she knew they'd be alone.
Reading my mind again, she said, "yes, it was him. He
took me, he had me, just like you feared. We screwed,
we made love..." her words were cut short by an
ecstatic, orgasmic moan; the motion of my cock, the
touch of my cock tip inside her pussy mixing with the
memory of his.
At the beginning of the week, I had encouraged her to
continue teasing this man. I knew he would screw her
without a second thought. Though obviously jealous at
the thought of another man touching that which I'd had
exclusively for the last ten years, the thought of her
with this man turned me on; the thought of her being in
orgasmic throes, impaled on the cock of another man,
filling her beautiful pussy, which had known only me,
with his hot white seed.
We continued to screw, and my wife, impatient with my
pace, withdrew me and rolled me over on my back. Now
sitting on top of me, my wife sat straight down on my
swollen cock, shimmering with this other mans cum which
inhabited her crotch.
While she was fucking me hard - I'm not convinced she
was fucking me in her mind - I asked, "what did you do
with him? How did it start? How did he take you?" The
comment made her moan, shivering in pre-orgasmic
ecstasy. "Tell me," I pleaded.
She had been wearing a very low cut top that day; she
must have known she'd be alone with him. A sexy short
blouse, with a skirt that must have been teasingly
accessible, had given me an unfulfilled hard on from
when she was dressed until she walked out the door. At
the end of the afternoon, she had had her meeting with
him. Like she was reading mine now, he had apparently
read her mind over the previous few days. He was
dressed in a very flattering shirt, and flattering
tight trousers that hinted at, but did not quite
reveal, the sexy package restrained within.
Very quickly, she was leaning down on the table,
ostensibly talking about financial statistics, but with
her phenomenal breasts - and, to his amazement - the
tops of her stunning brown nipples, visible to him.
Pausing talking for a second, to touch her lips with
her tongue and throw him a telling glance, she stood
up. She wanted this man so badly, her rapidly
moistening pussy ached with desire.
She started to worry that she'd guessed wrongly, that
he wasn't interested, that she'd misread the signals.
She began to think of her me, her husband, when she saw
it. A huge, rising bulge; rising in his trousers, that
he tried desperately to hide. He turned red; he knew
she saw, the direction and duration of her glance
telling him all he needed to know. All thought of me,
her husband, was banished from her mind.
My wife of ten years walked around the table, to move
next to her soon-to-be lover. Standing right in front
of him, so he could fully take in the hidden awe of her
sexiness beneath that skirt, she deliberately dropped a
pencil on the floor. She bent down to pick it up. Her
skirt rose, and he saw her thin silk panties, soaking
wet with the juice from her pussy that her unbridled
lust had produced.
Having bent down, she paused. A second passed. She
began to wonder, and doubt, if she'd made a terrible
mistake. If his flirting had just been flirting, if
she'd just taken it one step too far.
She did not have to wonder for long. My wife's lover
slid his hand gently between her panties and her
backside, and pulling back, he saw for the first time
that beautiful brown haired pussy, that had only I had
felt and that had only ever felt my cock. It almost
glowed red with desire, the hot blood now pumping
quickly around her sexual mound.
His forefinger extended, her slid down further, pushing
aside her lips, and gentling penetrating her tunnel.
She almost orgasmed right then.
My wife and I hadn't made love in several days, so no
traces of my deposits remained. Her new lover didn't
ask any questions. Instead, he began to lick her pussy.
My wife's pussy. He teased its folds with his tongue,
expertly licking both slowly and quickly just as
required.
My wife turned over and, perching on the table, began
to hurriedly remove his clothing. He almost tore hers
off, pulling down her skirt and sodden panties,
revealing her hard-on inducing breasts by pulling her
top and bra away as one. Her hands were not slower.
First, she had open his tie-free shirt, his hairy,
toned and manly chest pulsing with his muscle
movements. Then she moved downwards. Quickly undoing
his belt, she slid down his trousers, a bulge of
enormous proportions beneath his tight boxer shorts.
Her adulterous hands rubbed over his cock, twitching
with excitement beneath his shorts. She undid one of
the buttons of the shorts. As if on command, his huge
hard cock sprang from within his shorts. As long as
mine, but thicker, his curved cock quivered, the tip
glistening with precum.
My wife touched it gently at first with her tongue,
then began to suck him deeply, sexily and lustfully,
just as she had sucked me later. As he neared orgasm,
she stopped. He looked questioningly at my wife; he
didn't understand the depth of her desire, but he soon
would.
Turning once more, she leant over the table, the cold
surface of the table teasing her excited breasts, the
wet folds of her pussy lips, presented towards her
lover from between her buttocks, exciting him. He
didn't hesitate to begin rubbing his mighty pole
between the lips of her sex. "I need to feel your cum",
my wife commanded him. "And, your husband?" her lover
asked as his tip, yet still larger than mine, continued
to part her lips and caress the entrance to her hole.
The though of me, her husband, did not take hold. "Fuck
me," she said simply. His long cock slipped inside, a
new cock, a cock her pussy had never felt before. It
felt good, amazingly good. This new cock, thicker than
mine, unfolded her wet pussy tunnel before it, sending
orgasmic vibes through her body. As her new lover
pumped behind her, as she fucked doggy-style, for the
first time, a man who was not her husband, she had an
orgasm the likes of which she had never had, even on
her wedding night. At the same time, he exploded within
her. His white cum flooded her pussy: her pussy, that
was virgin to all not her husband, was literally filled
with the seed of this other man. The deed had been
done.
As my wife finished her tale of sex, I neared
completion. My cock slipped smoothly in and out of her
over-lubricated cunt. Sensing the state of my
excitement, she tightened her pussy muscles, gripping
my cock within. As I neared orgasm, my wife spoke to
me, "cum in me," she said, "cum in me like he did. I've
been fucked by another man. Make me yours again. Cum in
me now."
It tipped me over the edge, and I came inside my wife,
shooting my hot white syrup inside my wife's cunt. My
cum mixed with his cum - her lover's cum. The final jet
of my spunk pushed my wife over the edge for the second
time that day, her hot orgasm drawing that mixture of
my cum, and her lover's cum, into her womb.
I withdrew, my cock glistening. I looked at my cock,
and then at her pussy. As she breathed quickly in
recovery from her orgasm, her red, swollen lips
contrasted with the white liquid oozing once more from
between them. Her cunt had now known another cock, and
I had fucked her after it.
Nothing was the same again.
END
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