Jen laid back, her eyes fixed with a hungry stare at the stud in front of her. Her long, slender legs bent, and opened to him. Mike felt the twinge in his gut at how she presented herself to her lover, Aaron, his best friend.
Her face and shoulders were flushed from their heavy make out session before, and the shine of wetness glistened between her sun kissed, flawless thighs. Jen’s body screamed arousal, as her chest rose and fell quickly with her sharp breaths. Aaron’s presence had suddenly turned her into a sexual goddess.
Mike was in awe of his wife. Not just her obvious signs of wanton, but at how quickly it had happened. Their usually lovemaking, Mike had though he had seen what Jen looked like in the throes of passion. But after seeing her just kiss and embrace Aaron in their session of foreplay, he realized he was gravely mistaken.
When Aaron stepped forward, she shadow of his cock seemed to lead directly between his wife’s legs. His best friend, between high school and college, had discovered the gym. He had gone from a pudgy teenage to a world class collegiate athlete. It didn’t stop there though. After college, Aaron continued his rigorous training regimen and had sculpted himself into a hulking, muscular beast. His once round race sharpened in a chiseled jawline and heart throbbing good looks.
“Please,” Jen said, almost a whimper. Mike half expected her to say stop. For as scary and intimidating Aaron’s physical size was, he cock was an equal match. Mike’s own cock throbbed as he saw Jen’s body in comparison to Aaron’s daunting size.
At 6’4”, 280 pounds, Aaron was build like a Greek god. Powerful legs, tapered waist, v-shaped torso that opened to a thick chest and back, and broad shoulders. And between his legs, he swung a thirteen inch long mammoth cock. Every inch of him was thick and rippling with muscle, especially his cock.
“Play with yourself, baby.” Aaron said, his voice low and hoarse. “Show me how much you want it.”
Again, Jen blushed and gave off a cute, nervous smile. But almost immediately after he asked, on hand went up to her breast, while the other slid down her toned, flat stomach, over that small tuft of blonde hair just above her mound, and slowly between to slide over her dripping wet cunt lips.
“See how wet I am for you,” she said, using her two fingers to spread that tight pink pussy that Mike was so familiar with. His mind immediately shot to Aaron’s cock. Jen was tight, even for him. And his cock was less than half the size of Aaron’s. He didn’t even try to compare girth.
“That’s a beautiful, perfect pussy,” Aaron said, his own cock in his hand. It’s funny, his own large hand made his cock almost seem normal, or we’ll, slightly above average. But lined up against Jen’s thigh, it looked like a baseball bat.
Mike though his heart would beat right out of his chest when he saw Aaron lay his cock along Jen’s stomach. The thick, pulsing tube of meat extended right up to her small, rounded C-cup breasts. Jen’s body shivered at the feel of the heavy cock on top of her.
“I’m gonna fill you up real good baby.” Aaron groaned, moving his hips a little to slide his cock over her body. A thin line of pre cum streaked down her torso. Jen’s hand went from her breast to his cock, and pressed it against her skin. She brought her hand up from her pussy, glistening with her juices and smeared it onto to top of his cock. She smiled up at him, as if asking if that was enough proof.
They were quietly exploring each other bodies, the sensation of his sex touching her body in different places. Mike could tell her arousal was creeping even higher, as was his own, as he gripped his own throbbing cock in his jeans.
Without a word, Aaron slid back far enough to line his cock up between her legs. Mike couldn’t get over the look an Jen’s face when he did this. This look of both fear and anticipation, mixed in with this extreme desire and adoration for what was about to happen.
It started with a soft whimper. And Jen’s body arched as she felt Aaron’s thick bulbous head pressing against her tight slit. Mike held his breath, and didn’t realize it until a gasp came from Jen. He exhaled at the same time. Aaron was in.
Jen’s hands came up to Aaron’s chest, as if trying to hold him back while she adjusted to it. But her legs came up and hooked over his hips, like a lover would do with their arms for an embrace. These were the things that would eat away in Mike’s mind weeks and months after this first encounter. The way Jen’s body just seemed to react to Aaron’s in open wanton.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Aaron said as he slid just a half in further into her. They were in a rush. And in truth, Aaron was inside her, but Mike would learn later he wasn’t “fucking” her yet.
The next few minutes felt like an eternity. And each passing minute more agonizing than the last. Slowly, they were getting more and more familiar with each other. When Aaron first entered his wife, they were in an almost awkward silence.
But as time went on, and he slowly began to fill Jen, they began talking. Little quips about how they felt or how they admired each other’s bodies. Sometimes, Jen would look over at Mike embarrassed as the things she was saying to another man. How he looked and felt so strong. How she felt so feminine against his hard muscles. Never mind the fucking tree trunk he was trying to fit inside of her petite frame. She was embarrassed at how it seemed like she was starting to care and admire Aaron. He wasn’t just a stud with a huge cock. He was a considerate lover, and clearly wanted to pleasure her.
Jen was already acting like a completely different woman. Or at least a completely differently lover than Mike was used to. She was more enthusiastic. More demanding. She wanted Aaron to touch her and to fuck her. Her hands went from his chest, where it seemed like she was pushing him away, or holding him at bay, to over his shoulder and behind his neck, where it seemed like she was trying to pull him closer.
Then, in an unexpected move, Aaron leaned down and began kissing Jen. Of course they would kiss, Mike thought to himself. Why wouldn’t they. But seeing the act, how caring and passionate and hungry it looked from both of them, genuinely surprised Mike. He didn’t think that he and Jen kissed like that when they were making love.
She was moaning almost constantly now. And as much as Mike loved hearing it, it ate away at him because it wasn’t him making her moan like that. He had never made her moan like that. Each mon was an encouragement to Aaron. A validation of his superior lovemaking skills, and how Jen wanted more.
It wasn’t until the first slap of their bodies meeting did Mike realize she had taken most of Aaron’s cock. The sight of that huge phallic column sliding in and out of his wife’s now stretched pussy almost made his own cock explode with cum.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” Jen whimpered. The words made Aaron square his shoulders and fuck her more firmly. Not necessarily faster or harder. But more intently. He thrust ended with an exclamation point of his sex saddle slapping against the back of her thighs and her tight little butt.
For some reason, Mike noticed Jen’s hands and arms. The gripped tighter on Aaron’s shoulders, her fingers and forearms flexing with the strain of holding onto his muscular body.
“Please,” Jen whimpered. She was so close. “Please. Harder.” Instead, though, Aaron slowed and shallowed his strokes. “Pleaaaase,” Jen’s voice grew more desperate when she realized he was doing the exact opposite of what she asked.
Mike had always listened intently and almost immediately complied to his wife’s request when she was close to cumming. He had trained himself to be an attentive and considerate lover. He was proud that he could make his wife cum, even though it wasn’t every time, but it was enough.
But Aaron had different plans, apparently. When Jen tried to rock harder under his cock by leveraging from her arms and legs, Aaron chuckled and took hold of both her arms and pinned them above her head. Now, if she wanted a different pace, she needed to use only her hips and legs.
“Come on baby,” Aaron whispered. “Take my cock.”
Jen whimpered as she struggled to move her arms. But Aaron was too strong, and slowly, she began to learn how she could move her hips and legs to get the stimulation she needed. Aaron didn’t do anything. He simply let Jen slide along his cock like he was an oversized dildo.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted, her voice thick with desperation. She was lost, babbling incoherently as she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm. The entire time, Aaron simply stayed still and held her arms in place.
Usually Jen would tel Mike when she came. The simple words never left her mouth. With Aaron, she just froze, a distant stare in her eyes as she looked up at her stud lover. Her hips stopped moving at first, and her face turned a deeper and deeper shade of red.
And then, her legs suddenly shot into the air, and shook like a trembling leaf in a violent storm. A sharp, violent gasp, as if her head had been submerged in water and someone just pulled her out of it, escaped her lips.
“Oh god!” She cried in a voice that would haunt Mike’s fantasies. Mike had gripped his own cock hard beneath its denim confines to keep from shooting off.
Just as the tension in Jen’s body seemed to snap, Aaron slowly began to fuck her again. Small tremors shot through Jen’s body on every stroke, sometimes followed by a gasp, other times by an embarrassed giggle.
“Oh god,” she moan, more softly and satiated this time. Mike couldn’t explain what he was seeing, other than it seemed like Jen was positively vibrating. She was radiating a sensuality that Mike thought he’d only ever see in porn.
Jen pulled Aaron into a long, deep, passionate kiss, both with her arms, and her legs, so that his cock was as deep inside her as possible. There was still about four inches of Aaron’s cock that just never seemed to make it inside her, something that Mike could tell from where the sheen of Jen’s juices seemed to stop on Aaron’s cock.
Mike felt a need to turn away from the intimate moment. And it had lasted long enough that Mike wasn’t quite sure if he should stay in the room while the two lovers continued to whisper sweet nothings to each other.
“You’re not going to… finish?” Jen said, his voice in a normal tone rather than the soft whispers they had just been sharing. Mike heard the disappointment in her voice, and wondered what was going on.
“Maybe next time,” Aaron said, getting up from between Jen’s legs. His cock slid out of Jen, and she closed her eyes briefly to savor the feeling. Her disappointment carried over to her eyes, as she realized he would not be thrusting it back into her.
“Are you… I mean… you can’t possibly go out like that?” Jen said, eyeing the huge appendage that had just been sliding in and out of her. It stood like a leaning flagpole from Aaron’s lap. If he did intend to go out like that, he would probably get arrested for indecent exposure, or concealing a deadly weapon.
“You two need to talk. Let’s not rush things.” Aaron said with a smile. He got dressed, his cock not flagging one bit. When it came to doing up his pants, Jen giggled as his cock stuck out nearly six inches over the waistband of his pants. He shrugged and untucked his shirt, letting the fabric cover his throbbing cock.
As he stepped out, Mike nodded to him and got up to go to the bed. He was surprised to see Jen standing up and putting on a bathrobe.
“Let me just see him out,” Jen said to Mike. “It’s the least I can do.”
Mike nodded as he took a seat on the bed, feeling the warmth of the spot where Jen had just taken her first lover. Mike had to stop himself from trying to touch his own cock, as the course of events replayed in his mind. Every moan, gasp, and shudder that Jen had made during their coupling felt like a jolt, right to his balls.
When Jen finally returned, she stood by the doorway, looking intently at Mike. Without a word, she walked towards the bed, and opened his pants. Mike gasped as she touched his throbbing cock. She pushed him back to lay on the bed, and climbed up onto his lap.
It was surreal. Jen slid onto his cock so effortlessly. She was incredibly wet from her time with Aaron, and Mike was almost certain his size had stretched her out. Before she could rise and fall on his cock again, Mike shot up with a jolt.
“Fuck,” he grunted, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her into a tight embrace. His body trembled as his cock sprayed his long brewing seed into his wife. Even after he had emptied himself into her, he continued to shake, the intense release of the last hour or so completely exhausted him.
“Thank you,” Jen whispered, as she climbed off his lap and went to the master bathroom.
Mike lay breathing heavily as he listened to the water running in the shower. The pang of guilt slowly began to wash over him. They had done it. They had destroyed the sanctity of their marriage, and tainted their devotion to each other, for a perverse need of sexual gratification.
He knew he should go into the bathroom. He should spend more time with Jen. But the Jen he knew, the one she was, when she was in his arms, was so different from the one writhing in abject pleasure just an hour ago. She had enjoyed her lover, and then returned to perform her wifely duties.
That thought stabbed at him. Sex with Aaron was exciting, and frightening, and desirable all at the same time. But sex with him, her husband, was a chore. Like washing the dishes or vacuuming. It was something she just had to get through in order to finish the day.
As much as he wanted to get up and walk into the bathroom and hug and kiss his wife. To tell her how beautiful she was before, during, and after, Mike couldn’t face her. Aaron had pleasured her for nearly an hour, while Mike barely lasted a stroke. Now, after having cum, reality was setting in. They could never go back to the way things were.
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