He watched as she leaned up to kiss Oliver, and they removed each other’s clothing. When Oliver’s clothing came off, Richard could see he was a big, farm raised cowboy type. His muscles bulged, and his wife traced her fingers along several scars in fascination. She was wondering what stories they told.
He was not massively endowed; not small either. He moved with a quiet confidence.
There was no foreplay, at least not the first time. Oliver simply picked her up and lay her gently on the bed, kissing her at the same time he slowly penetrated her. She obviously loved the simple, gentle force-fullness as he took her. The big man wrapped her up in his arms, all but enveloping her so that Richard could barely see his wife.
Oliver continued kissing her and whispering sweet nothings to her as he rotated his hips to slide his manhood in and out of her in long, slow strokes. He told her how beautiful she was, how amazing she felt, how smart she was.
When Jenny experienced her first orgasm with him, Oliver held her tight, guiding her head to his shoulder with one massive hand, encouraging her silently to bite down in order to release the unbelievable energy coursing through her. She did so, biting him hard and crying out into his flesh at the same time she raked her nails across his broad back in desperation. While she came, he stopped stroking so she could focus on her release; this was all about her.
Once she recovered, staring longingly into his green eyes, he began again, slowly yet forcefully loving her.
They repeated a version of this orgasmic release for her four more times before Oliver spoke of himself, “Ma’am?”
“Yes… ohohh… Oliver?”
“Ma’am, I think I have done all I can without… without fillin’ you up, ma’am. If you need me to stop, you best tell me… now.”
She swooned. “Oh, Oliver, that is so sweet that you would do that for me…”
She let him stroke into her several more times, enjoying the struggle in his eyes.
“Ma’aaam… I gotta do one or ta other…”
She began forcefully thrusting back against him, “Fill me up, big boy. This filly wants your cum…all of it.”
Oliver slowly pushed until he was fully one with her and groaned loudly as he allowed his orgasm to overtake him. The force of his ejaculation was as strong as the rest of him. The sensation of it blasting repeatedly against her insides was so erotic it carried her along on the tide. She dug her nails into him again, biting him hard on the chest and crying out. This only served to cause a resurgence of his orgasm.
When they had finished, they lay snuggled together for several minutes, talking quietly. Richard could not make out what was said.
Eventually Jenny leaned over and took Oliver’s flaccid penis in her mouth, licking and sucking until it was clean. Then she told him she would be back and left the room.
She walked in to the exercise room and smoothly lowered her husband into the prone position. She leaned down and kissed him, pushing the mixed cum she had cleaned from Oliver’s shaft into Richard’s mouth.
When she stood and swung one leg over his head, he asked, “How was itmmmppphhh.”
With her well used sex covering his mouth, he had little choice but to begin a task he had become all to accustomed to performing. As he gently sucked her nether lips and began drinking from her font.
Her tone was not cruel, not spiteful, but loving. “Shut up…shut up and clean me so I can be ready for him again. Don’t say a word… I don’t want you to accidentally ruin this for me… don’t spoil the mood.”
He redoubled his efforts, darting his tongue inside her to get every drop. He was rewarded with a contented sigh. But when he began to caress her G-spot, to give her pleasure himself, she suddenly lifted off of him and returned the table upright.
“None of that. All of my orgasms are his tonight.”
And she was gone. He watched on the TV as she sprinted back to their marital bed and cuddled up to Oliver, quickly falling asleep in the big man’s arms.
Richard’s table was quite comfortable. It had a support for his feet built in. So, after he managed to calm enough for his penis to allow it, he fell asleep also.
A few hours later, he was awakened by the sound of soft feminine moans coming from the TV. There was his wife, straddling Oliver’s midsection, his shaft buried within her. She was not a tiny woman, but she looked like a pixie fucking a giant.
Having cum once already, Oliver’s staying power was more impressive. Jenny rode him for what seemed an eternity. Richard’s cock quickly grew and he groaned as it fucked itself onto the sound once again. FUCK.
Eventually the couple in coitus orgasmed together again. Jenny had left several rows of scratch marks downward across his muscular chest.
Once again Jenny came to her husband for a cleaning, after having cleaned her lover. And once again she returned for another nap.
Richard saw daylight streaming through the windows when he was again awakened, this time by giggling and short little yips from Jennifer.
This time Oliver was standing in their bedroom. Jenny was mounted on his cock, her legs wrapped around his hips. He held her without effort, holding her by her buttocks and lifting her up and down onto his cock. She felt like a fairy and was enjoying the smooth loving immensely.
She buried her face in his chest and bit down hard when she began screaming through an orgasm. Once again he held her respectfully until she had calmed, then began again. In her next orgasm she bit him on the other side of his chest, so that he had matching rows of teeth imprints. After three more orgasms for her, he finally held her still and began driving himself into her forcefully until he groaned and filled her with his seed again.
Still standing, seemingly without effort, they snuggled and whispered again. Jenny giggled and whispered in his ear.
“Are you sure ma’am?”
She nodded emphatically and was laughing as he walked out of the room, she still mounted on his manhood.
Richard’s cock was desperately trying to swallow more of the sound, straining, as Oliver walked in with Jenny attached to his midsection.
With Jenny’s direction, the much bigger man easily lay Richard onto his back.
Oliver moved to the head of the table. Richard found himself staring upwards between the man’s legs, to where Oliver’s penis was buried in his wife’s battered, sloppy pussy.
He heard, “Ready?” She apparently nodded.
Oliver easily lifted her off of his now flaccid cock and sat her down onto her husband’s face. Their mingled fluids were already dripping down onto his face.
As Richard cleaned her, he was looking up at the underside of her full breasts, and at the underside of Oliver’s shaft and testicles.
When he had cleaned her, Jenny wriggled her way back until she sat on his chest. Then she guided Oliver’s messy, flaccid penis to her husband’s lips.
“Clean your bull, cucky. Be gentle and be thorough. Suck a dick for me, hubby.”
Oliver was only slightly less uncomfortable than Richard. But the lady had said she wanted it done.
For the first time, Richard felt the sensation of a penis in his mouth. He licked to clean it. He was horrified and at the same time fascinated by its texture. Now he knew what all the women who had blown him felt.
Jennifer was more devious than either of the men expected. She leaned up and began making out with Oliver. She kissed him deeply, she told him how much she loved his cock and the way he made love to her, enveloping her and making her feel incredibly secure. She played with his nipples and caressed the injuries she had inflicted upon him while continuing to kiss him.
It had the effect she had intended.
Richard was flexing his buttocks, frantically trying to gain some kind of contact, relief, for his needy cock. The humiliation was driving him to distraction.
More importantly, Oliver’s cock responded in kind. Jenny made certain he stayed in place, so that his rapidly filling phallus filled her husband’s mouth, then began forcing its way down his throat.
When she heard Richard gagging and trying to thrash about against his bindings, she had an orgasm.
She whispered in Oliver’s ear. He carefully withdrew his shaft from Richard’s mouth, allowing him to breathe again.
Lifting Jenny and placing her back on his again erect manhood, Oliver headed for the door. Jenny looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at her husband.
“We’re going downstairs for breakfast, sweetie. I’ll bring your breakfast when Oliver makes it…” She accented this comment by wriggling herself on the big man’s cock, making it apparent where Richard’s breakfast would “cum” from. She giggled.
Richard lay there staring at the ceiling. They had not bothered to move him from the prone position. Everything now was up to his imagination, fed only by what he could hear. Which was the clatter of pans and cooking utensils, and muffled voices.
Damnit. It was bad enough being so incredibly aroused. Now he really needed to pee. And the scent of bacon frying had his tummy grumbling.
Things were largely silent for awhile. Muffled voices again. Then he heard what sounded like dishes being pushed aside and moans and cries, and sex noises. In his mind’s eye, he envisioned Jenny bent over their wooden dining room table with Oliver pounding the hell out of her from behind. He was not wrong.
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