Overshared

It had been a grand, incredibly sexy adventure right until the end. We’d both picked him out and approached him about the idea. HIs obvious and expected interest led to our first assignation in the comfort of our own home.

The thrill of another cock about to take me, while my husband watched lovingly, jealously, galvanized my nerves, and I watched him, not my new lover as the strange cock sank into me for the first time. I had not expected the size difference to be so notable, or so incredible feeling, but my eyes shot wide and I practically screamed when it filled me. My husband’s moment of tender concern faded as my obvious pleasure became apparent, fading into a look I’d never seen before.

When I came for the first time on that stranger’s cock, we were still staring at each other and I saw his mood darken further. Lust, love, anger, loss, all at once. I began to think we had made a terrible mistake, but I was cumming too hard to do anything about it.

And then, while I was still cumming, he pulled out and hot seed shot across my belly. He’d done as we’d agreed, and I finally looked down at our our invited guest, my body still shaking from aftershocks. He had an unrecognizable expression on his face, looking back and forth between me, and my husband.

Something ineffable shifted at that long, telescoping moment. Then, while the two men still stared at each other, the stranger took his cock, the bigger, thicker cock that had given me my first orgasm outside my relationship with my high-school sweetheart husband, still dripping with his semen, and thrust it back into me balls deep.

I cried out and arched, my fading orgasm crashing back on me anew as my body and mind were taken by surprise. I cried out, but I didn’t cry no. I didn’t push him away. Instead, my legs spread wider, all by themselves. The stranger’s cock was as hard, as big as ever, and fucked into me now more deliberately, possessively. My hips moved in response, offering my pussy to his oh-so-incredible thrusts.

I looked up in anguished pleasure at my husband. His eyes were also wide with shock, but he wasn’t moving to stop what was happening. His hand stroked his cock now his expression angry and helpless, and as lustful as I’d ever seen him.

This had been a terrible mistake. I knew it now. But as I moaned and whined and stared at my husband, I also knew it was too late. Minutes later, as my pleasure peaked again, the two men came together. My husband’s cum splattered on the bedroom floor, my new lover’s cum flooded me so deep it would never come out.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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