palm and I sighed out a pleasure filled moan.
She clenched tight around me as he entered, bringing her head down to kiss me. I fed her long sucking kisses as she stretched to accommodate us both. Through the wall of her pussy I could feel him slowly enter. The added pressure was intense. I didn’t move and neither did she, until he was fully seated inside.
Mr. D kept pace. Slowly pushing and pulling, inch by inch in and out of her. I lay back and let the feeling ride over me. The slick walls of her cunt contracting, the pressure of his cock pushing against mine, her soft breasts on my chest and hard nipples brushing mine—the feelings, all of them. I wanted to remember them forever. Knowing this was the last time.
While I wanted it to last, wanted to stay in that feeling forever, it was too intense—for us all. Mrs. D was the first to tip over. The angle of Mr. D’s thrusts pushed her clit hard against me. She cried out her orgasm. The sensation of her pussy and ass contracting all at once made Mr. D lose it. No longer did he slowly thrust, instead he arched into her like a madman. Pushing hard. I grabbed her hips to keep her steady. I still didn’t have to move, my cock buffeted by his thrusts.
Again and again he thrust, until I could take it no more. I cried out my orgasm in an animal howl. My dick pulsed again and again. Coming. Coming hard.
Above us both I saw Mr. D. His face red, contorted in passion. His neck taut, muscles straining as he thrust out his own orgasm. Grunting his release, “Coming,” he cried and then again, louder, “Coming!”
He slumped down hard. I liked the weight of them both but Mrs. D complained about being squashed so we all ended up laying flat on the bed. We lay there quiet for some time. So long that I think Mrs. D may have had a little sleep. Her breath became a soft steady sigh at my side.
There was no way I could sleep. I felt spent…and a little empty. Knowing this was the last time.
I wanted more.
One more time with him.
“Shower?” Mrs. D sleepily asked as she rolled against me.
“Yes,” I said, grateful for one last time at seeing them both wet and naked.
She didn’t turn on the bathroom light, leaving the room illuminated only by the soft glow of the light from the walk in robe. I was the last in the room and when I entered she was lighting some vanilla candles.
She looked angelic, her halo of red curls back lit by the soft candlelight. She held out her hand and took me to the shower. Mr. D was already in the water. I stood back and watched him for a while. Loving the way the water streamed down his body.
“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” Mrs. D whispered to me as we stepped inside the shower.
“I’ve never seen anyone like him,” I replied honestly.
The spray from the multiple showerheads was like a watery massage. I closed my eyes and let it hit me, preparing myself to leave them. Leave the pleasure I had found.
His hands were at my hips pulling me back against him. I loved the feeling of those strong fingers digging into my muscle and the scrape of his stubble at my shoulder. His teeth bit into my base of my neck. I moaned and felt my knees buckle. He pulled me closer. The hardness of his cock against the small of my back and his chest hair rubbing my skin made my own cock surge with blood.
One more time. One more time.
I wanted so desperately just one more time with him . Mrs. D stood in front of me. Not touching just watching. Watching her husband caress me. His lips came up to my ear. Nipping and sucking at the lobe. As his hand came around my body and grasped my dick he said, “Can I have you please? Please Jacob just one more time.”
My “Yes” came out as a moan.
He kept one hand on my cock, with the other he spread my ass cheeks and lubed me. He must’ve wanted to do this all along. He must have had the lube ready just for this. Just for me. Knowing that he wanted one more time—just like me—made me moan again.
Mrs. D said
She clenched tight around me as he entered, bringing her head down to kiss me. I fed her long sucking kisses as she stretched to accommodate us both. Through the wall of her pussy I could feel him slowly enter. The added pressure was intense. I didn’t move and neither did she, until he was fully seated inside.
Mr. D kept pace. Slowly pushing and pulling, inch by inch in and out of her. I lay back and let the feeling ride over me. The slick walls of her cunt contracting, the pressure of his cock pushing against mine, her soft breasts on my chest and hard nipples brushing mine—the feelings, all of them. I wanted to remember them forever. Knowing this was the last time.
While I wanted it to last, wanted to stay in that feeling forever, it was too intense—for us all. Mrs. D was the first to tip over. The angle of Mr. D’s thrusts pushed her clit hard against me. She cried out her orgasm. The sensation of her pussy and ass contracting all at once made Mr. D lose it. No longer did he slowly thrust, instead he arched into her like a madman. Pushing hard. I grabbed her hips to keep her steady. I still didn’t have to move, my cock buffeted by his thrusts.
Again and again he thrust, until I could take it no more. I cried out my orgasm in an animal howl. My dick pulsed again and again. Coming. Coming hard.
Above us both I saw Mr. D. His face red, contorted in passion. His neck taut, muscles straining as he thrust out his own orgasm. Grunting his release, “Coming,” he cried and then again, louder, “Coming!”
He slumped down hard. I liked the weight of them both but Mrs. D complained about being squashed so we all ended up laying flat on the bed. We lay there quiet for some time. So long that I think Mrs. D may have had a little sleep. Her breath became a soft steady sigh at my side.
There was no way I could sleep. I felt spent…and a little empty. Knowing this was the last time.
I wanted more.
One more time with him.
“Shower?” Mrs. D sleepily asked as she rolled against me.
“Yes,” I said, grateful for one last time at seeing them both wet and naked.
She didn’t turn on the bathroom light, leaving the room illuminated only by the soft glow of the light from the walk in robe. I was the last in the room and when I entered she was lighting some vanilla candles.
She looked angelic, her halo of red curls back lit by the soft candlelight. She held out her hand and took me to the shower. Mr. D was already in the water. I stood back and watched him for a while. Loving the way the water streamed down his body.
“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” Mrs. D whispered to me as we stepped inside the shower.
“I’ve never seen anyone like him,” I replied honestly.
The spray from the multiple showerheads was like a watery massage. I closed my eyes and let it hit me, preparing myself to leave them. Leave the pleasure I had found.
His hands were at my hips pulling me back against him. I loved the feeling of those strong fingers digging into my muscle and the scrape of his stubble at my shoulder. His teeth bit into my base of my neck. I moaned and felt my knees buckle. He pulled me closer. The hardness of his cock against the small of my back and his chest hair rubbing my skin made my own cock surge with blood.
One more time. One more time.
I wanted so desperately just one more time with him . Mrs. D stood in front of me. Not touching just watching. Watching her husband caress me. His lips came up to my ear. Nipping and sucking at the lobe. As his hand came around my body and grasped my dick he said, “Can I have you please? Please Jacob just one more time.”
My “Yes” came out as a moan.
He kept one hand on my cock, with the other he spread my ass cheeks and lubed me. He must’ve wanted to do this all along. He must have had the lube ready just for this. Just for me. Knowing that he wanted one more time—just like me—made me moan again.
Mrs. D said
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