Chapter 5

As we reached the open door of my bedroom, he stopped walking, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't budge him. A surge of fear that I had somehow gone too far swept over me, but quickly dissipated when he bent over, then easily lifted me in his muscular arms. Cradling me gently, he turned sideways and carried me over the threshold, for all the world as if we were newlyweds, and he was taking me into our home.

The nightlight in the hallway provided the only illumination in the room, and as we stood facing one another beside the bed, and I moved his hand to my tee-shirt so he could pull it off me, he whispered, "I want to see you." I said nothing, but quickly turned on the bedside table lamp, then lifted my arms as he slid the shirt up my body.

As he dropped the thing to the floor, his eyes were glued to my breasts, and the fixating sight of my engorged nipples. I placed both his hands on them, and then gasped with the shock as, for the first time in too many years, I felt hands other than Jack's touch me there. Cody must have been just as filled with excitement as I was, because he had to clear his throat twice before he could whisper, "God, that's the most-beautiful sight I've ever seen. You are one beautiful lady."

I replied in a voice that must have sounded like a purr to him, "Thank you, sir, but you've stopped too soon, you know." That must have reminded him there was more to my body than just a pair of boobs, and he dropped to his knees in front of me. He helped me out of my house slippers, and then as I placed one hand on his shoulder, gently pulled off my socks. When he lifted his eyes, and his hands, to the waistband of my shorts, I could hear his rapid breathing, and knew his arousal was the equal of mine.

With trembling hands, he unbuttoned the single button at my side, then pulled the shorts down until they fell on their own. He was almost whimpering as his fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, and then he drove me crazy as he pulled them down with the most sensuous movements imaginable. As I stood there exposed to his all-consuming gaze, the only sound in the room was his breathing, and the blood pounding in my ears.

He looked up at my face then, and struggled to make his mouth form the words he wanted to say. At last his rebellious throat cooperated enough that he could gasp out, "I've thought of this so many times, but you're more beautiful than my wildest dreams."

I didn't trust my ability to speak then, and my only response was to place one hand on his head and draw it towards that part of me that he found so entrancing. When his nose was buried deep in my pubic hair, he drew the deepest breath I'd ever heard, and then held it. I knew his brain was sampling my pheromones, and then telling him that here was a female ripe for breeding. As for me, that part couldn't happen fast enough.

Cody had other ideas, though, and his questing tongue showed me just what they were. I gasped in shock as his hot tongue laved my slit, and then circled my engorged clitoris. Again and again he licked my pussy, until I knew I was right on the edge of cumming.

I quickly stepped away from him, then blurted out, "I don't want to cum yet! I want to save my very first one until you're in me." Reaching down to him, I helped him to his feet, then with hands that trembled as much as his had, unbuttoned his shirt. I literally ripped it off him, and in a split second his muscular torso that I had gazed at so many times at the pool was at last exposed to me right there in my own bedroom.

As my eyes drifted down his ribbed chest and abdomen, I was unable to stifle the startled exclamation that escaped my throat. Exposed there, more than two inches above the waistband of his trousers, was the head of his cock, and to my fevered eyes it looked to be bigger than my fist! I fell to my knees, with my attention completely devoted to the entrancing sight before me, and seemingly with no direction from me, my fingers began to unbuckle his belt.

He chuckled deep in his equally-tight throat, then said, "It'd work better if you took off my shoes first."

I'll never know where I found the resolve to look away from the sight of his cock head standing proudly above his trousers, but somehow I untied his shoes and slipped them off his feet. His socks quickly followed, and then my eyes once again focused on the only thing in the world they wanted to see: the head of his monster.

This time when I tried to unbuckle his belt, he did nothing to stop me, but merely stood there in anticipation as I fumbled with the snap and the zipper on his jeans. At last, I jerked his pants down with all my might, and then was completely frozen in time as I realized another four inches of his manhood had been exposed, this time above the waistband of his undershorts. Wasting no time on staring at that part, I grabbed his shorts and jerked them down as quickly as I could.

At last his cock was completely exposed to my avid stare, and it was a sight to behold! Never in my wildest imagination had I thought Cody, or any other man for that matter, could possibly be that big! I knew then that my estimate of him being twice the size of Jack may have been too conservative.

Then, I surrendered to my lust, and leaned forward to take him in my mouth, and taste him as he had done with me so shortly before. He sighed deeply as the head entered my widespread mouth, then groaned deep in his throat as I began to slide my head back and forth, as if trying to masturbate him with my lips.

When he could stand it no longer, he pulled away from me, just as I had done with him, and his own words were almost an echo of mine. He gasped, "I don't want to cum like that for our first time. I want to be inside you."

He then grasped me under my arms, easily lifting me to my feet. I quickly turned to the bed, and just as quickly pulled the covers down and threw them off the end. Almost before the sheet was exposed, I had fallen onto it, and lay there with my legs parted and my arms beckoning to him. He said again, with a passion I'd never heard from any other man, "You're so beautiful!"

He got on his knees between my legs, and it's a measure of his love for me that he paused then, asking with concern in his voice, "Do I need to use anything?"

It took me a long time to understand what he was asking, but at last I did, and answered, "No. I'm on the pill. It wouldn't matter, though. I want you in me bare. I want to feel you, and not some piece of plastic."

It didn't occur to me until a later time that my poor husband would have been devastated if Cody had worn a condom. He long-held fantasy had been of licking and sucking another man's cum out of his wife's pussy, and if we'd practiced "safe sex," that so-important ingredient would have been missing, wouldn't it?

Cody moved his crotch closer to mine, then took his engorged penis in one hand and rubbed the head up and down my widespread crotch. With one last moan of pleasure, he gasped, "I can't wait any longer." He guided the head to my opening, then began to move his hips very slowly forward, all the time staring at my face to make sure he wasn't hurting me.

As for me, I simply didn't care if it hurt or not. I was going to make him fuck me no matter what, even if he "split me like a ripe melon," as the old saying goes. That didn't happen, of course, even though my vagina was used to nothing larger than my husband's tiny member.

As the head entered me, I couldn't stop myself from saying softly, "Oh, God, it'll never fit. I didn't know a man could be so big. Are you sure your father wasn't a horse?"

He laughed quietly, then said, "Not that I know of, anyway. Do you want me to stop?"

In answer, I grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands and pulled him into me with all my might. I gasped out, "Does that answer your question?" It must have, because his only response was to push just as hard as I was pulling, and in the space of a heartbeat his huge organ was more than halfway in.

We then began the timeless horizontal dance that human beings always use when coupling. As I raised my hips, he lowered his, and vice versa. In and out his monster pumped, and each thrust buried it deeper than the last. I knew he was hurting me, but that simply didn't matter. The most important part of all was the extreme lust I was feeling, and nothing else was going to stop me from continuing my ravishment. All I could think of was how good it felt, and how much I wanted it to go on forever.

It didn't go on forever, or course, for both Cody and I are human beings, and human beings have their limits when it comes to sexual stimulation. Cody's own limit was reached several seconds before mine, and I felt a sensation then that had no equal in my past. I actually felt the head of his cock expanding even more, which I would have thought impossible, and then he groaned, "Ahhh, fuuuccckkk!" At that moment, I felt his semen being pumped deep inside my pussy, filling the void that had been there ever since I'd reached puberty. At last I knew what it felt like to be well and truly fucked, and my deepest convictions told me that I'd do anything, no matter what, to see that I had that same feeling as many more times as possible. Then my own lust and stimulation could no longer be denied, and with one final uplift of my hips, I spent myself in the most glorious climax of my entire life.

After that, I must have passed out for the space of several seconds, because the next thing I was aware of was Cody lying beside me, stroking my breasts and kissing my neck, while whispering in my ear how much he loved me. I pulled him closer to me, then kissed him with almost as much passion as I had before we'd made love. When our lips parted at last, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to tell him I loved him, too, because that's exactly what I was feeling for him, and still do, for that matter.

After a few minutes had passed, and our bodies began to cool, I felt a sensation between my legs that was all too familiar: cum was dripping from my pussy and slowly making its way to my crack. You men will never know just how much that tickles, but believe me, it's very uncomfortable.

That feeling served to make me think of my husband, who was undoubtedly lying in his own bed, straining his ears to hear our every sigh, moan, and gasp of pleasure. I knew my part in this night's activities was not yet at an end, and with that in mind, reached under my pillow for the handkerchief I had placed there earlier that day. Cody reached down to pull the top sheet over our cooling bodies, and as he turned off the lamp, I stuffed the hanky between my legs, hoping he wouldn't notice.

We then lay there, with my lover's breathing growing more steady by the second. At last I was sure he was sound asleep, and, as carefully as possible, I got out of bed and made my silent way to Jack's room.

I heard him gasp as the door opened, and I knew he could see me backlighted by the nightlight in the hallway, and could tell I was completely naked. With no hesitation whatsoever, I walked to his bed and got on it on my knees. He couldn't contain his excitement and curiosity any longer, and blurted out, "Did you do it?"

My answer was to swing one leg across his body, and then crouch above him while I very slowly and deliberately removed the handkerchief and dropped it to the floor. I then lowered my crotch to his mouth, while whispering, "See for yourself." So he did.

He must have been almost out of his mind with lust by then, because I'd never before felt such intensity from him as he inhaled the scents of our lovemaking, then thrust his frenzied tongue inside me as far as it would go. I could feel him licking and sucking Cody's cum from my stretched pussy, and then swallowing it quickly before going back for more.

For my part, I rocked back and forth on his mouth, while "milking" my abdomen with both hands, trying to help him get every drop of the delicious sperm that was in my womb. Again and again I whispered to him, "Get your tongue in there, you worthless little cuckold! Cody fucked me so deep that you'll never get all of it. God, I never knew a man could be so big, or make me cum so hard! Keep sucking, you useless little boy! I want to make you eat every single drop of his sperm before it gets me pregnant."

That final thought must have been too much for him to bear, and I felt his hips bucking. In a split second, gobbets of his own cum began splashing on my backside, and for the first time in three weeks, I knew he really and truly did want this to happen. All the evidence I needed was slowly dripping off my back and butt cheeks, as his impassioned moans filled the room.

I had thought that maybe I'd also cum when Jack ate my lover's cum out of me, but it didn't happen. I suppose the orgasm that Cody had given me just minutes earlier had exhausted my ability to do that for awhile, but whatever it was, I was left in a semi-aroused state as Jack's body collapsed limply to the sheet.

I rolled off his mouth, then lay beside him on my stomach. I asked, "Well, was it as good as you thought it'd be?"

He almost sobbed as he replied, "It was the best thing ever! I didn't know anything in the whole world could taste that good! I love you so much for doing it for me!"

I chuckled quietly, then said, "You're not quite done licking up messes, you know."

It took him a moment to grasp my meaning, but when it did, he sat up and leaned over my back. I felt his still-impassioned tongue licking up every gobbet of cum he'd shot there, and then the sound of his throat working as he swallowed it. As soon as he no longer found his slime on my back, he began to work his way downward, and soon was licking feverishly along my butt crack.

That simple action seemed to speak to something very deep inside my soul, and I felt a type of thrill I'd never before experienced. Almost as if they belonged to someone else entirely, my arms reached down alongside my body, and then my hands spread my cheeks as wide as they would possibly go. Before I'd even had the chance to spread my legs to their widest extent, in open invitation to my asshole-licking husband, his tongue was circling my puckered opening. I gasped in arousal as it penetrated me, seemingly as stiff as Cody's penis had been just minutes before when it did the same thing, but to another opening.

Jack took advantage of my widespread legs, and immediately knelt between them, without ever missing a beat as he worshipped my back door. The orgasm I was sure I wouldn't have for another hour began to build in my crotch, and I reveled in the feeling of oncoming release. He must have sensed my nearness to cumming, and that drove him to do what I unknowingly craved: he locked his lips around my opening and sucked with all his might. At last I passed the threshold of no return, and my second climax in less than an hour consumed me.

It was such a different type of orgasm that I had that it didn't make me sleepy or tired as they usually do. Instead, I rolled to my side, then told Jack to lie down beside me. He started to face me, but I angrily said, "Not that way! Turn over! You have bad breath!"

He turned to face away from me, and I put my arms around him and pulled him as tightly against me as I could. I kissed his neck, then told him how much I loved him, most of all for telling me his fantasy about being cuckolded, and cooperating in making it come true. When he tried to speak, I shushed him, then said, "I think the best thing you did the whole night was to lick your slime off me. Did you like that part?"

He sighed, then said softly, "It was wonderful. I've always wanted to do that, but was afraid you wouldn't like it."

I whispered in his ear, "I loved it. I've never in my life thought that having my husband do that would make me so hot, but now I know it does." I slid my hand down his body then, and gripped his rock-hard penis as tightly as I could. As I twisted it viciously, I asked, "I'm going to make you do that again, too. Lots of times."

He spoke with so much emotion in his voice that I could barely understand him when he said, "I'll do it anytime you want. That's the most-wonderful thing you've ever made me do. I've thought of it for a long time, but never could do it because I was too afraid of what you'd think."

I said, simply enough, "Well, now you know." We lay there companionably for a few minutes, then I voiced a thought that had just occurred to me. I said, "You know, I think we may just have found the perfect arrangement for a marriage. I have a real man in one bed, who wants to fuck me every chance he gets, and a wimp cuckold of a husband in another bed, who wants to make my cum by sucking my butthole. What could be better than that?"

His voice, choked with lust, whispered, "That's just about the best thing ever."

I immediately picked up on his words, and dropped my hands to his little peanuts, squeezing them and grinding them together forcefully. I asked sternly, "What do you mean 'just about'? Is there something else you want me to make you do? Tell me!"

He forced out the words, saying, "The rest of what we talked about."

I knew he'd reached the limit of his ability to tell me what he wanted, so I decided to guide him. "Honey, you promised to be entirely honest with me, remember? When you say 'the rest of what we talked about,' what do you mean?" To emphasize my question, I squeezed his nuts with renewed force while waiting for him to answer me.

He must have come to terms with his humiliation and embarrassment, for he blurted out, "I want you to do the other things we talked about, the things you did to me afterwards. I want you to punish me for being so useless, and not a man at all."

I paused a few moments to give his words and emotions a chance to sink in, then said, "You want us to hang you in the garage, and whip your little wee-wee until it bleeds, then whip your tiny peanuts until they swell to the size of grapefruits? Is that what you want us to do to you, honey?"

His only reply was the single word, "Please!"

For my part, I just said, "I want that for us, too, honey. But it'll take time for Cody to want to help me do those things to you. Just try to be patient, and maybe before much longer you'll know for real what it'll feel like when we do that to you. Okay?"

He was too far gone to speak by then, but I could feel his head nodding in assent, and decided that was good enough for me. Besides, I knew that Cody was still in my bed, and that maybe he'd be recovered enough by then to go for seconds. So, I crawled out of Jack's bed, and made my way back to my own.

Continued in Chapter 6.