At any rate, due to my extreme mental sexual excitement, I knew, right from the get-go, that this taboo intercourse wasn’t destined to last very long at all. But I was still determined to make the best of the short time that I did have.
So I banged away at that foreign-feeling pussy (and yes, Linda’s pussy did feel very foreign and strange to my dick, because I had been 100% faithful to Sally throughout our marriage, and so Sally’s pussy was the only pussy that my dick was used to being inside of). And within less than a minute, I began unloading my wad of sperm deep inside Linda’s baby-making canal.
Meanwhile, Linda was being a consummate cheerleader, saying things to me like, “That’s it, Carl!” and “Give me all that wonderful man-seed of yours!” and “I need you to get me pregnant!”
As I finally melted on top of her, basking in my orgasmic after-glow, Linda just kept saying short phrases to me, like “Thank you!” and “You’re awesome!”
Meanwhile, I was noticing how great her large boobs felt, under the weight of my bare chest, which was now directly on top of hers. Linda’s “D”-cup size breasts were acting as two human pillows, providing lots of cushioning, the likes of which I had never felt whenever I was lying on top of my own wife’s small-breasted chest, after making love to her.
And Linda was giving me one of the best back massages that I had ever experienced at the end of a good fucking. I wondered why Sally never massaged my back, like that.
And I couldn’t understand why Pete seemed to be in such a hurry to divorce such an awesome woman like Linda, just because he couldn’t manage to get her pregnant.
Heck, I was hoping that I didn’t manage to get her pregnant, either. Because I really wanted the opportunity to fuck Linda again. And maybe next time, the fucking might even last a little bit longer–despite my “cuckoldess” wife watching me fuck her best friend. But I knew that I would just have to wait and see what happened.
Sally finally broke the silence by saying, “Okay, you two. Break it up!”
Then Sally turned her attention towards her best friend, “Linda, it’s time for you to go home now, so that I can have a little private time with my husband. I don’t mean to be rude. But I’m so horny from watchin’ you guys ‘go at it’, that I can’t see straight right now. And I think you’ve already got enough of my husband’s sperm in your pussy to do the trick. Let me know if that rabbit dies. Okay?”
“I will,” I heard Linda say to Sally, as I was easing my sperm-soaked penis out of Linda’s warm, sopping-wet baby-making hole. “And thank you, Sally, for sharing your wonderful husband with me.”
“Ah, it wasn’t that big of a deal,” Sally said to Linda. “Carl’s been wantin’ to fuck another woman for years now. All I did was give him permission to do it. You ought to be thankin’ him.”
“I already did,” Linda said.
“Yeah, I know,” Sally remarked. “I was here the whole time, remember?”
“God, I hope I get pregnant,” Linda said to Sally.
“I don’t,” I jumped in on the conversation. “I wanna fuck you some more, Girl.”
“Now, Carl,” Sally chided me, “There’s no need for you to be so crass and vulgar about it! If Linda needs to get inseminated by you again, I’ll make sure she gets you in her bed again. And I’ll be right there watching, just like I was a few minutes ago.”
“Sally,” Linda said, as she was getting out of bed, and getting ready to go into the bathroom and take a quick shower, before leaving, “You’ve always been so good to me. You’re the best friend a woman could ever have!”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, young lady,” a still-naked Sally replied, and then gave Linda a long, passionate French-kiss.
“You too,” Linda replied, after the kiss had run its course. And then she turned to go to the hotel bathroom and “freshen up a bit,” before finally leaving our hotel room to go back to her house–and to her not-so-understanding husband.
As soon as Linda had closed the hotel room entrance door behind her, Sally jumped up and started getting dressed.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked her. “I thought you said you were still feeling horny.”
“I am. It’s just that I’m feelin’ much more hungry, than I am horny right now. And I really need to eat something that’s not your dick,” Sally said very sarcastically.
“I brought some burgers back with me,” I said.
“Yeah. But they’re cold as shit right now. Let’s go somewhere, and get something good to eat,” Sally insisted. “Then we can come back here, and take care of that horniness that I’m still feelin’. What do ya say, Carl?”
“Let’s do it,” I said, and started getting dressed, right along with Sally, so that we could leave the hotel room, and go have dinner together at a nice restaurant somewhere close.
We got back to the hotel room at around 7:30 in the evening, where we both changed into our comfortable and skimpy evening attire. Sally ended up wearing a tank top with no bra, and a pair of very-plain-looking cotton panties, and some low-cut white cotton athletic socks. And I was in a T-shirt, with my boxer-briefs and socks on.
We were lying in bed, watching the hotel room TV, when a loud series of knocks came at the hotel room entrance door.
I got up to answer the door, assuming that it was Sally’s Uncle Jerry at the door, and that he had arrived about 30 minutes too early. Instead, I was immediately attacked by Rico, who had rushed into the room, flipped open a switch blade knife, and was now holding that knife to my throat.
Barging into our hotel room, right behind Rico, was his black friend, Henry. The same Henry from the night before. Except that this time, he was brandishing a Saturday Night Special revolver that he was pointing directly at Sally, as he quickly closed and locked the hotel room door behind him, and then rushed past Rico to sit down in the plush chair that was located in the corner of the room, across from the foot of the bed and the bathroom door.
“Tell your puta to get her fucking clothes off right now, or I’ll cut your fucking throat, esé!” Rico threatened me, in his thick Mexican accent.
Upon hearing Rico’s threats, Sally immediately pulled off her tank top and her panties, as she was glaring daggers at Henry. And then she turned her attention back to Rico, who was still standing inside the doorway, holding a switchblade under my chin. “Please don’t hurt my husband,” Sally pleaded with Rico.
“That depends on if you cooperate with me, or not. It’s your choice, you cock-teasing little bitch!” Rico answered right back to Sally. “I’ll tell you one thing. No one gets away with teasing this ‘verga’ , like you did last night,” Rico added, pointing down at his crotch, as he was referring to his own penis by using the Spanish slang term for “cock”.
“Now, get over here, and suck your husband’s ‘verga’, you little bitch!” Rico ordered.
“God damn it, Rico!” I said, as Sally knelt down in front of me, pulled my dick out of the left leg-hole of my underwear, stuck it into her mouth, and began dutifully sucking away on it. “You don’t have to do this. We had an agreement. Remember? Last night, I paid you to go away, and never come back to this hotel room.”
“You can keep your fucking money, Cabrón. I don’t want it. I only want to borrow that sexy ‘panocha ‘ between your wife’s legs for a few minutes. That’s all. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Do you?” Rico said to me. “And your wife’s gonna fuck the shit out of me, too. And she’s gonna do it right in front of you, esé. That is, unless she wants something bad to happen to you.”
“Speaking of which, why don’t you put that knife down, Rico. There’s no need for violence here. I’m sure Sally will be more than happy to cooperate with you. Won’t you, Sally?”
Sally nodded her head in agreement, hummed out a guttural “uh-huh” through her nose, as she continued to suck away on my dick-head.
“Besides, Henry’s sitting over there, with a gun pointed at us. I don’t think you’re in any danger from us right now,” I said to Rico, trying to reason with him.
Rico hesitantly pulled the switchblade away from my throat, closed it up, and stuck it into his back pants-pocket. And I breathed a big sigh or relief.
“Okay, that’s enough!” Rico looked down and said to Sally, “You can stop sucking your husband’s dick now, and start sucking mine, ‘mi putita’.”
“Did you just call my wife ‘your little whore’?” I asked.
“Sí. ‘Cuz that’s all she is to me right now. So what’re you gonna do about it, Gringo?” Rico asked me, unzipping his pants and pulling his partially-erect dick out, so that Sally could begin working her “oral magic” on it.
“Nothing,” I replied, “And that’s because I want my wife to be your little whore right now, Rico. And I want you to fuck the shit out of her, right in front of me.”
Sally abruptly stopped sucking Rico’s dick to blurt out, “What the hell are you talkin’ about, Carl? I’m fertile right now. And I don’t wanna have Rico’s baby. Please believe me! I’m not lying to you, Carl!”
“But I saw that email you sent to Linda,” I countered. “You know? The one where you were telling her how happy you were to be pregnant once again.”
“It was all a lie, Carl. I swear to you. Call it ‘wishful thinking’, if you want. Why do you think I asked Linda not to tell anyone else about it?”
“I don’t get it. Haven’t you spent the last three months trying to get knocked up by your Uncle Jerry?”
Sally just stared at me for a few moments, with her mouth wide open in disbelief. And then she finally said to me, “Okay, okay. Yes, you’re right, Carl. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing.”
“And you’ve been doing it behind my back too, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have. And you must think I’m one sick puppy for doing that. And I probably am. But you really don’t understand me, deep down inside, Carl. You never have, and you never will. And that’s because you didn’t grow up in an incestuous environment, like I did–” Sally admitted, right before she got rudely cut off by Rico.
“So when are you gonna shut the fuck up, and suck my God damn dick, Puta?” Rico demanded.
“Fuck you, Rico!” Sally spewed out vitriolically, and then added, with as much sarcasm as she could muster, “You can just wait for your God damn turn, you son of a bitch! Can’t you see that I’m having a serious conversation with my husband right now? What the fuck is wrong with you anyway? I’ll get back to your fuckin’ blowjob when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before! Comprende?”
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