Our Desires, Our Needs

Our Desires, Our Needs

My name is Jim, I am twenty-eight years old, and I'm married to the love of my life-- in fact, the only girl I have ever loved.

I grew up in a rural area, and when it came to girls, I was very naive and ignorant. My sex education came from the letters and forum sections, I had read in a Penthouse magazine that I had found somewhere. I did know how to jack-off, which I had done hundreds of times looking at the beautiful naked centerfold in that magazine.

Going through high school, I didn't have any girlfriends, in fact, when I graduated from high school, I had never even kissed a girl. I was an okay-looking guy, I was of average build, five-nine tall, one-seventy, there was nothing wrong with me, just a little backwards, when it came to girls.

Just after I graduated from high school, I got my first job; it was at a grocery store, stocking shelves at night, and it was pretty good money. I rented a small apartment, and I started college in a town about fifty miles from my parents' home.

I liked going to university-- there were lots of parties. One night, after a football game that our team had won, there was a big party at one of the frat houses. As the night wore on, I got pretty drunk, but so was everybody else. It was getting late, and there were getting to be fewer people.

I was sitting on a couch, and a girl that I didn't know sat down beside me; she seemed to be older than a college girl. We tried to have a conversation, but she was slurring her words, and not making much sense.

Then she kissed me, and we started making out. My very first kiss, and she's sticking her tongue in my mouth. In only a few minutes, she swung around, and sat on my lap, straddling my legs. Fuck! My dick had never been so hard. As she was kissing me, she was humping and gyrating her hips, rubbing her crotch on my hard cock; we were both moaning into each other's mouths.

She stood up, grabbed my hand, led me across the room, and up the stairs, then down the hall. Most of the doors were closed, but when she found an open one, she led me in and closed the door. The bed was unmade, in fact, the bedding was strewn around, and the room had a strong smell, not a bad smell, but an arousing smell.

She turned off the light, and we stood in the dark, furiously undressing each other.

When I bent over, pulling her panties down her legs, for the first time in my life, I smelled a woman's arousal. My dick had been hard before, but then smelling her, made me so horny, so excited, I couldn't describe my drive to fuck her. When I stood up, we were both naked and we fell on the bed, locked together. I wanted to touch her, to play with her tits; I didn't know how, but she was even more anxious to fuck than I was.

She spread her legs as she pulled me on top of her, and when I was between them-- I didn't hesitate, I moved into position; she grabbed my cock, putting it to her opening and I pushed my cock into her. Fuck! I couldn't believe the feeling of having my cock inside of a woman. *Still, today, there is nothing in the world that feels so incredible.* I had always worried that I wouldn't know how to fuck, but my body knew exactly how to move. It instinctively knew to pull my pelvis back, and then to drive my cock as deeply as possible inside of her.

In the future, after gaining more experience, I would realize that this girl liked to fuck, and she was a terrific piece of ass. She had her feet planted, her knees spread, and she thrust her hips hard up against mine, meeting every one of my thrusts with one of her own. With every thrust, my balls bounced against her ass...

And she would cry out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

After only two or three minutes of fucking, she screamed out in climax, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh fuuuuck!!!"

I couldn't hold off, I drove my cock hard into her.

She screamed, "Don't cum in me!!!" But she was too late.

I held my cock buried in her, "Uuuuugh, uuuugh, uuugh, uugh, ugh!"

She had gone from orgasm to, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell am I going to tell my husband when I get home. Fuck! I told you not to cum in me, fuck!"

"I'm sorry, you were too late, I couldn't stop."

"Don't worry. We really were fucking good; weren't we. I have to go, sweetie."

She jumped out of bed, threw on her clothes, gave me a quick kiss, and walked out. I sat on the edge of the bed, getting dressed. I had just fucked my first girl; in fact, I had just fucked another man's wife-- fuck, that was cool; I felt so incredible, I felt powerful.

It was absolutely amazing. I was no longer a virgin. When finally, I walked down the stairs, and out the door, I was kind of strutting. The thought of fucking another man's wife was totally exciting.

When I was lying in my bed that night, I was slowly stroking my hard cock, as I was remembering every little detail. When we had entered that bedroom, I had smelled a strong arousing odor, and when I had left that room, that scent was even stronger. I realized that was the smell of sex, the smell of two people mixing their sweat, saliva, cum and pussy juice together and leaving it all in a bed. I wondered how many other couples had already fucked in that bed that night. Then I remembered that I had just fucked another man's wife, that thought made me cum incredibly hard.

A few months after my first fuck, I started dating a girl, Linda, and after just a few dates, we started fucking. She had some experience, but what was great was that she was very open-minded. I told her that I didn't have much experience, so we did a lot of learning together. The first time I ate her pussy, I useed all the techniques I had learned from what I had read in Penthouse. While I was eating her out, she helped teach me by moaning out things.

"More there, yeah like that, harder, softer."

She had a great climax, and told me I was really good at eating her.

Linda gave me my first blowjob, it was fucking incredible. I couldn't explain why, but when she swallowed my cum, that really endeared her to me. We had very open discussions about sex, and we learned a lot from each other. I couldn't say we had a great relationship that was going to go any further than fuck-buddies. We did learn a lot from each other, but after a couple of months, we drifted apart.

I had a few more one-night stands, but I had not met any girls, who really were the right one. When I started my sophomore year, I saw her-- she was beautiful. Lisa was so pretty, she had short, very curly, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was almost a twin to my Penthouse centerfold girl.

Lisa and I sat beside each other in my morning class. We introduced ourselves to each other. She had a beautiful smile, I fell in love for the first time in my life. I couldn't tell for sure, but she appeared to have a great body. She was perfect, but she was so far out of my league.

After class that day, we walked to the cafeteria and we ate lunch together. We seemed to immediately hit it off, talking and laughing together. I learned she had a boyfriend, Brad. He was a senior, and he was the starting quarterback for the football team. They had been dating for about a month.

I had never liked Brad, he was tall, good looking, and he was such an arrogant, 'Alpha Male'. All the girls drooled over Brad. I had been in high school with Brad, he was two years older than me, and I knew him a little bit. There were rumors that the girls all wanted to be with Brad because he had a really big cock.

Lisa and I became friends, we spent a lot of time together getting to know each other. I wanted to be more than friends; the more time I spent with her, the more I fell in love with her. Because we were friends, I was also around Brad occasionally. Brad treated me okay, but I was jealous of him, he had Lisa, and I wanted her.

About three months later, a few weeks before Christmas, one Friday, Lisa told me there was going to be a party at Brad's house that night, and she told me if I wanted to stop by, that would be great. That night, I was having a beer with a couple of friends, so I didn't get to the party at Brad's house until after ten o'clock.

I had a beer, then wandered around, looking for Lisa. I didn't see her, so I wandered down the hallway, where there was a door that was open part way, and some sounds coming from. I looked in that room, it was a bedroom, and the foot of the bed was facing towards the door. Brad was on the bed, naked with his hard cock pointing up at the ceiling. Christ almighty, he had the biggest cock that I had ever seen. Of course, the only hard cocks I had ever seen had been on porn videos, but Brad's cock was bigger than any of those. The rumors that I had heard were true.

Lisa was beside Brad on her hands and knees, her head bobbing up and down, her mouth wrapped around that monster of a cock. They were both moaning. I had watched for just a minute, when Lisa pulled her mouth off of his cock. She repositioned her body, and at that moment, Brad and I locked eyes and he smiled at me. I am sure he left that door ajar on purpose.

Lisa threw her leg over Brad's waist. Her back was to me, but between her legs, I could see her hand gripping his cock, and guiding it to her glistening pussy. Then, as she lowered her body down onto his huge cock, she moaned with the most passionate moan of pleasure I had ever heard

I knew I should turn away and leave. My dick was so hard, I knew I was being a perverted peeping Tom, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the woman I was in love with, she was receiving so much pleasure. I watched, and as Lisa would lift her body up, I could see her inner lips pulling out from her puusy, as they were gripping Brad's cock, her pussy was leaving a slick coating of her juices on his huge cock. Then she would lower her body down on his cock, which would pull her inner lips, and part of her outer lips inside of her vagina. She was moving her body slowly; like she was totally enjoying every millimeter of his cock.

Each time she lifted up and then settled her body down on his cock, she would moan, "Ooooh, aaaah, oooh, aaah, oh God, Brad you feel so good. You're so big, oooh, aaah."

She had only fucked him for a minute or so, when she screamed out in climax, "Oh fuck Brad, oooh fuuuck Brad, oooh fuuuck, I love your cock, Braaad, oooooh."

My hips thrust, and my pelvic muscles all contracted, I bit my lip, to quiet myself, as I ejaculated my cum into my underwear-- I had cum without touching myself; I turned and stepped away. I looked down the hallway, there was no one in sight, but I was so humiliated, so embarrassed, and emotionally so drained. As soon as I was able, I walked down the hall and out of the party. As I walked to my car, I could not believe how much cum was in my shorts, which were rubbing on my dick, my shorts were slimy with my cum.

I went to my apartment, and to my bedroom, I stripped off my clothes, and lay down on my bed. My dick was so hard, slimy and so slick from my cum, I slowly slid my hand up and down my dick, as a thousand thoughts and visuals flowed through my mind. Lisa's body was as perfect as I had imagined; what I had seen was the most sexually exciting experience of my life. Tears came to my eyes as I realized that Brad had her, and I wanted her so much.

I remembered how sensually she had moaned, and the pure sexual picture in my mind of watching her pussy stretching around Brad's cock. Then when she climaxed, how she sounded like she was in such exquisite ecstasy. My hips lifted off the bed, and my cum shot out of my dick, landing on my chest and belly, fuck, my body shuddered with my release.

On Monday, when Lisa sat beside me in class, she asked me why she hadn't seen me at the party Friday night. I could feel my face turn red, when I told her that I got tied up with some other friends.

Two weeks later, Lisa showed up at class, looking very solemn; I could tell she had been crying. I asked her what was wrong. She sobbed a little, and said she would tell me later. At lunch, between fits of crying, she told me that she and Brad had broken up, that he had been seeing another girl, and that the other girl was going to move in with him. Every day that week, I had lunch with Lisa and tried to console her. On Friday, I invited her to my house for dinner.

Friday evening when Lisa showed up, I could tell she had been crying. I had fixed spaghetti, which was the only thing I could fix that I would serve anybody else.

After dinner, we sat on the couch, watching TV and talking. Every once in a while, she would start crying. I put my arm around her, and she settled her head against my shoulder and she seemed to relax. I thought she fell asleep. Damn, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted her, but I knew better, she was hurting and vulnerable. At about ten o'clock, she said she had to get home. I walked her to the door, Lisa kissed my cheek.

Then she said, "Thank you for dinner, Jim, you are such a good friend."

She waved as she walked down the hall. Fuck. I didn't want to be her friend, I loved her, I wanted to make love to her. Lisa started spending a lot of time at my place-- we would fix dinner together, we would talk, we would watch TV. We were learning everything about each other, she was always telling me what a good friend I was. I really liked it when we would watch TV, and I would put my arm around her, and she would lay her head against my chest.

After a couple of months of spending almost every evening together, we were watching TV.

Lisa lifted her head looked at me and said, "Jim, how come you have never kissed me?"

My jaw dropped. "You are always telling me how good of a friend I am."

"You dummy, just kiss me."

I then kissed Lisa for the first time. That kiss was incredible, kissing the woman, I had fallen in love with. Lisa stood up, took my hand, and led me to my bedroom. We sat on the edge of the bed, kissing, while we took each other's shirts off. I was so anxious, but I controlled my lust. I had wanted this for so long, I wanted to savor every moment. When I removed Lisa's bra, her tits were spectacular. We lay back on the bed, where I played with her tits, I kissed them, I sucked her nipples, I worshipped her perfect tits.

Then, I licked and kissed my way down her tummy. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and as I started to pull her pants down, Lisa lifted her hips off of the bed to assist me. Then again, when I removed her panties. I ran my hands over her thighs, then moved them apart and stared at her pussy, which I had seen that one time when it was enveloped around Brad's cock, and I had dreamed about it every night since. The scent of her arousal drifted to my nose, she smelled so good. I moved my head in and licked her incredibly wet pussy.

Lisa tasted so sweet, so good. I buried my face in her wetness, and just enjoyed what I had desired for so long. I licked her slit, tongue-fucked her opening, and flicked my tongue across her clit. Lisa was moaning, and humping her pussy onto to my face.

After a few minutes of my intense loving and licking of her sweet pussy Lisa climaxed! "Ohhhh my gaaaawd, ooooooh,"

"No more, please, no more!" She said, as she clamped my head between her thighs.

Finally, she let my head go. I moved up to kiss and touch her beautiful face. I stood up and removed my pants, then helped Lisa stand. I pulled my bedding open, and we lay down. We kissed, and I reached down to push my fingers into her and rubbed her clit, Lisa stroked my cock, then she pulled me on top of her, and between her legs.

Then in a husky whisper, "Fuck me, baby, I want to feel you cum in me."

Lisa gripped my cock, guiding it into her as I pushed my hips forward, and my cock slid into her until my balls pushed against her ass. I just held there, the feeling was incredible-- this was what I had wanted for so long. Lisa pulled my body down on hers, my hips were slowly thrusting my cock into her, her hips slowly pushing back against me. She was running her hands up and down my back.

"You feel so good inside of me."

"Lisa, I have wanted you, I have wanted this for so long."

We held each other, we made love. I was in love, I didn't tell her that, even though I wanted to. As we made love, I felt my nerves tensing, I wanted to last, but this feeling was so incredible, I was getting close. Lisa could feel my body tensing, my cock getting harder.

Her voice was throaty, "Don't hold off, baby, cum in me, cum hard."

I drove my cock in deep, and grunted, "Uuuugh, uuugh, uugh, ugh, ugh fuck."

I had an incredible orgasm; Lisa held me close. My emotions were running so powerfully. When my cock softened, and slipped out of Lisa, I rolled off of her, and lay on my back. Lisa laid her head on my chest. We lay there, enjoying our recovery. After about twenty minutes, Lisa ran her hand over my belly, and down to my dick. In just a minute my cock was again raging hard.

Lisa lifted up, put her leg over my waist, gripped my cock and guided it to her pussy and settled her body down on my cock. She was lifting her body up and down. The way she was moving, and moaning, I could tell she was still horny, and needed another release.

I played with her perfect tits. As she aggressively fucked me. She was getting wilder, with her movements, and I was trying to hold off. But her excitement set me off, and I gripped her hips, and drove my cock up into her, and let loose with my cum. Lisa kept fucking me, but my dick was so sensitive, I had to stop her from moving.

"Come sit on my face, Lisa."

"But I'm full of you're cum, baby."

"I don't care, I need to eat you."

Lisa moved up my body, then settled her pussy down on my mouth. She grabbed the headboard, I reached up and played with her nipples, and started licking her pussy. I had tasted my cum before, and it was okay, but having it streaming into my mouth was different. I did like how wet, slick, and juicy her pussy was. As I licked, nibbled, and tongue-fucked her, she again became very aggressive, humping her pussy against my face. Then she got hers.

"Oooh yes, baby, yes, yes, oh fuuuck, oh, oh, oooooh."

Lisa stayed sitting on me, I could really feel her pussy contracting on my face. Damn, I loved this woman. Lisa lay down beside me, and we fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning, we kissed, and then she pulled me on top of her and we made love. I held off my climax for a long time, but she still didn't get hers.

When I recovered, I apologized, "Sorry I didn't make you cum."

"That's okay, sweetie, I usually don't climax, just from fucking."

Lisa and I became a couple, and after that night we were together all the time. Lisa told me she had an IUD for protection; supposedly, they were only ninety-eight percent effective, but she would take that small risk, not to take the pill or use a condom. About a month later, one night as I was ejaculating my cum in her.

I blurted out, "I love you, Lisa."

"I love you, too, Jim."

Lisa moved in with me that week. We were both very open about our lives. We both wanted to know about the other's past sexual experiences. We had agreed on total disclosure. When I told her about my sex education from Penthouse letters, and that I had jerked off nearly every day for over a year to the picture of her doppelganger. She laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes. She asked and I told her about the four other girls; that I had been with.

She told me that she had lost her virginity, on her high school prom night, in the back seat of a Corolla. It had been the first time for both of them. She said it was dark, and that the boy had so much trouble putting on the condom, she tried to help and he had cum all over their hands. She had stroked his dick back to hardness, they got the condom on, and consummated the loss of their virginities. He had never asked her out again; it was my turn to laugh at her.

She told me that including that first boy, she had been with four guys before me. Being a man, I had to ask about the size of their dicks. She turned red, I reminded her that we had agreed on full disclosure.

She said, "Two of them were close to the same size as you, one was a little smaller, and one was bigger."

I smiled at her, and asked, "How much bigger?"

Lisa looked at me. "A lot bigger."

I smiled at her. "Brad."

"How did you know?"

"Lisa, I have to tell you something, I love you, please, don't get mad."

I then told Lisa about the night, she had invited me to the party at Brad's house. I told her that I had watched her climax, when she was fucking Brad. She was just looking at me, I could not tell if she was pissed, embarrassed, or what she was thinking. I did not tell her that Brad had seen me. When I told her that I had cum in my pants, and then walking out of there, and driving home, with my underwear full of my slick cum. She started laughing hysterically, and couldn't stop for at least five minutes.

When she stopped laughing, she said, "I didn't know I fell in love with a pervert."

Lisa and I dated for the next two years, then we got married shortly after we graduated. We were happy, but every once in a while, I would notice she would be staring off in the distance. I was sure she was thinking about Brad and his big cock. I always had a feeling of inadequacy, knowing that I could not make my wife climax from fucking. I told myself that if she ever had a chance to be with Brad, and experience his big cock again, that I would encourage her to do that. I really did love her that much.

When we had been married for about three years, we received an invitation to a wedding, one of Lisa's younger cousins, Kerri, was getting married. Lisa bought a new dress to wear for the event. When she got dressed on the Saturday afternoon of the wedding, she looked so hot. The dress was red, it was a thin, stretchy material that fit snugly over every curve of her body. It was mid-thigh length, and showed off her long sexy legs. She did not wear a bra, because the V-neck came down below the bottom of her breasts showing off her firm, bouncy tits.

At the wedding, a few minutes after we were seated, I felt Lisa's body tense. I looked up to see the best man walking to the front of the church, it was Brad. I wondered if Lisa was fantasizing about his cock. *I know I'm a man, and my wife calls me a pervert,* but I immediately pictured my wife's pussy sliding up and down on Brad's monster cock.

At the reception, Lisa and I sat near the back of the room. When the toasts to the bride and groom were finished, the music started. It wasn't long before Brad showed up. I stood up, and we shook hands. He had a smirk on his face, the same one that I remembered seeing before. He told Lisa how good she looked and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. He sat down on the other side of Lisa. I sat quietly as they caught up on the past five years.

It felt funny shaking hands with, and then watching my wife talk to, a man who had fucked her before. *I must be a pervert,* as my dick got hard, remembering that night that I had watched them.

Brad had married and moved several states away for his job. They talked and laughed for about thirty minutes, before Brad said he had better go visit with the groom, who was Brad's nephew, and his new wife. After Brad got up and left, Lisa watched him as he walked away.

I asked Lisa, "Are you okay?"

She answered quietly, "Yeah, I'm okay, seeing him just brought back memories, that's all. How about you, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I had a memory, too. Do you want to dance?"

We went to the dance floor, there was a fast song playing. As we danced Lisa's tits bounced and jiggled, I couldn't keep my eyes off of them.

She pointed her two fingers at her eyes. "Up here, pervert."

Just a few minutes after we sat down, I had my arm around Lisa's shoulder, when Brad showed up again.

"Jim, I wondered if it would be okay if I danced with Lisa?"

"That's up to her."

Lisa stood up, and Brad took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Brad took my wife in his arms, she put her arms around his neck, he clasped his hands at the small of her back. I could see that they were talking and laughing. When the song was over, Brad brought her back to the table, and he sat down beside her, and they continued talking. I noticed that as they talked, they would touch each other's hands or arms; I could tell that their comfort and familiarity with each other was coming back.

Brad asked her to dance again? This time, when they held each other, their bodies nestled together, Brad's arms seemed to engulf my wife. Lisa laid her head on his shoulder. I could see Brad's hands rubbing her back-- that is, if you describe the top of her ass, as her back; I could see Lisa snuggle her hips in tighter to Brad's pelvis. It looked like her hips were gently gyrating against him, as they danced.

When they walked back to our table, Lisa's nipples were protruding through her dress, and I could see the bulge of Brad's hard cock against his slacks. When they sat down, they were silent for a minute. I could smell my wife's arousal. The crowd was starting to dwindle.

*Ever since I had watched Brad and Lisa fuck that night, almost five years before, I knew they had a powerful sexual connection. Lisa is my wife, but Brad would always be her man. Having watched them that night has also given me a mental picture that is forced into the forefront of my mind every time I approach my own orgasm. I have a huge desire for all three of us to experience that sexual high again. I also enjoy how submissive Lisa becomes to Brad, whenever he is around. I don't understand why it seemed I am also trying to please him.*

Brad looked around, then said, "It was really nice to see you two, and catch up a little bit, but I better get going."

I said, "Brad, you and Lisa seem to have really enjoyed catching up. Why don't you follow us home, and I will buy you a nightcap, and you two can continue."

Brad did not hesitate, "I would love to."

Lisa gave me a quizzical look, as we all stood to leave. The three of us stopped by the head table when we were leaving, to congratulate the happy couple again. As we walked out the door, Lisa was holding hands with Brad. I looked back and saw Lisa's cousin, Kerry, watching us. When we got in the car, I made sure Brad saw our car, and I drove carefully so Brad could follow us.

When we were on the road. Lisa asked, "What are you doing, Jim?"

"I know that you have always had a desire, a need, to be with Brad again. I watched you with him for a few minutes that one time, I want to watch you again. I want to watch him make love to you. I think you and I want this to happen, I think we both need this to happen."

"Oh, Jim, are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"I love you, Jim."

"I love you, baby, I want you to have fun."

When we got to the house, Lisa gave me a kiss, told me she loved me. She didn't waste any time, she took Brad's hand and led him into our bedroom. I followed them and sat down on the couch that faced the bed.

Then I watched as another man kissed my wife. Fuck! I thought I could handle it, I was jealous, but my dick was hard. When I saw their cheeks moving and knew their tongues were inside of the other's mouth, exploring, another emotion hit me. Penthouse had called it 'angst'.

With their tongues mingling, my wife managed to get Brad's shirt off of him. He was so much bigger than me, his body was hard, muscled, no wonder she wanted him. Brad had reached, around to Lisa's back, and unzipped my wife's dress, he pushed it off her shoulders, and it slid down her body to the floor.

Then Brad hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. He had to break their kiss, as he pushed them down her legs. He kneeled on the floor as Lisa lifted one leg and then the other as Brad finished removing her dress and her panties. As he was kneeling, he put my wife's panties to his nose, and inhaled her scent.

Brad stood, smiling, tossed her wadded panties to me. I knew that smile, I had that same smile on my face, the night when I learned that I had fucked another man's wife. Even though Brad had fucked Lisa his girlfriend lots of times, this night, he was going to fuck Lisa, 'my wife'.

*Only a man can understand that when he fucks another man's wife, he has not only seduced the woman, but in the instinctual battle for mating, he has conquered the husband. The conquered man will feel deep humiliation, jealousy and extreme lust as he watches the conquerer, the 'Alpha Male', claim his bounty and fuck, inseminate, and maybe even impregnate, what was once his woman, it's human nature.*

When Lisa was naked, she sat down on our bed, where she unbuckled Brad's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pushing them to the floor. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and pushed them to the floor. Brad's cock stood out from his body at a sharp angle, it was so stiff, it was trying to point straight up.

Lisa gripped it with one hand, then she just stared at it. She ran her hand up and down his shaft, slowly stroking it, then she moved closer, and laid her cheek against his cock. She held it there, then she slowly moved her nose to the base of his cock, where it emerged from his sack. I could hear her inhale deeply, taking in his man-scent.

Finall, Lisa pulled her head back, stuck out her tongue, and licked up the drop of pre-cum that had formed on the slit of his cock. She pulled back a little, it seemed she was tasting his pre-cum, savoring it, remembering it. I didn't know if Lisa had loved Brad, but watching her, as she worshipped and made love to it, she had loved his cock. Then Lisa opened her mouth and took Brad's entire length into her mouth. I could see her neck moving and expanding as she took him into her throat. Lisa had never been able to deepthroat me because my dick couldn't reach her throat.

After a couple of minutes of her head bobbing up and down, Lisa took her mouth off of his cock, pulling a long string of her saliva and his pre-cum mixed, stretching between her mouth and his cock before it finally broke.

They opened the bedding, and they lay down. She kissed him, giving him a little taste of his pre-cum, then threw her leg over his waist, pinning his cock between their bodies. Lisa slowly slid her body up and down Brad's. His cock between her wet slick lips, like a Polish dog sliding back and forth in a heavily buttered bun.

I looked up at Brad's face, and just like five years earlier, when my eyes met his, he smiled at me. He should have smiled, he was about to fuck my wife!

After three or four slides up and down his cock, Lisa sat straight up, then using her legs to lift her body, she reached between them to grip his cock, guiding it to her extremely wet, and needy opening. As she lowered her body down on his raging-hard cock, they both moaned out in indescribable pleasure.

Lisa fucked him slowly, she would lift her body almost off of his cock, and as she did, her inner lips would stretch out of her vulva, clinging on to his organ. Then she would slowly lower her body down, his cock would drag her lips back in, pulling some of her outer labia with it. Even with his pre-cum adding to Lisa's already copious amounts of lubrication, her lips continued to drag in and out of her tight twat. Brad's cock was just bigger than her pussy.

Lisa was moaning and crying out with each of her thrusts, and soon she was wildly humping her body up and down, then she drove her body hard down on Brad's cock and screamed out with what appeared to be an incredibly intense climax. Just like the first time that I had witnessed Lisa fucking Brad, again I orgasmed, ejaculating in my pants.

Then my wife was lying on Brad, and they were kissing like lovers. I had known my wife wanted to experience Brad again, and I had wanted to watch her be fucked and be fully satisfied by his big cock. But since I had cum, and my libido had been sated, powerful emotions came pouring into my mind-- jealousy, hurt, humiliation, and a terrible angst of losing my wife to Brad's sexual superiority.

I began removing my clothes, and as I took off my underwear, I saw Brad looking at my now limp, insignificant-appearing dick, which was sticky and covered in my cum. I was beginning to hate his arrogant smile.

Lisa finally pulled her body off of Brad's cock. She then lay down beside him with her legs spread lewdly. I could see her gaped-iopen vagina, and her red swollen labia. Brad moved between her legs, and he seemed ready to penetrate her again, when he looked at me; he had that smile on his face.

In a commanding voice, he told me, "Jim, come over here, grab my cock, and put it in your wife."

I was shocked, but I couldn't stop myself-- I did just what he told me to do. I held his cock to my wife's gaped opening, and then I listened to the squishy sounds as he pushed his cock into her wet, slick cunt.

Then Brad fucked my wife. He was incredibly talented at fucking her. He would slowly fuck her with long, deep strokes, and every two or three minutes, I would see the tension building in her body.

Lisa would cry out, "Fuck me, Brad, fuck me hard!"

Then Brad would pound his cock into her hard and fast; I could see her fingernails dig into his back, and then Lisa would scream as her climax completely took over her body.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my fucking gaaaawd!!!"

Brad must have taken her body to four or five orgasms, before finally he did not slow his thrusts, after Lisa's screaming orgasm. He drove his cock hard and deep inside my wife, and held his stiffened body tightly between her widespread legs, and let go his flood of seed.

"Arrrrgh, arrrgh, arrgh, argh, argh!"

After he had emptied his sperm laden cum deep in my wife's womb. His body literally collapsed on top of hers and their sweaty, sated bodies melded together. When Brad's cock finally went limp, and slipped out of my wife, I watched as his cum streamed out of her still gaped-open snatch and down the crack of her ass. They kissed and he finally rolled off and they lay together in their mutual bliss. I could feel my cum running off of my balls and down my crack.

They fell asleep in each other's arms. I must have slept also, as an hour or two later, I was awakened to the sounds of an encore performance of their previous sexcapade. Brad was taking my wife to multiple climaxes before his grand finale performance of filling my wife with his cum.

The three of us again all fell asleep. When I woke up, the room was light from the daylight filtering in. Brad and Lisa were making slow gentle love, kissing, touching and rubbing each other. They must have made love for ten minutes or more, Brad's fucking really wound my wife up.

"Now, baby, fuck me hard," she told him.

He did. This time, Brad didn't hold back, he let himself go, and they climaxed together. It was a beautiful finish to a perfect night. Brad was driving his cock deep, grunting as he inseminated my wife. Lisa used her legs to pull him even deeper as he ejaculated his sperm inside her womb; her body was instinctualy driven to accept his gift of life. She was screaming as her body climaxed from their mating.

They lay together, until Brad recovered. Then he climbed out of bed, and he got dressed without showering. When he was dressed, he leaned over the bed and gently kissed Lisa. Brad gave me that smile again.

He said, "Thank you guys for a great night. I will be able to spend more time with you two in the future. I forgot to tell you that I'm in the process of getting a divorce, and moving back here. Thanks again, I have to catch my flight now, but I will be seeing you when I move back."

After Brad went out the door, I lay down beside Lisa, we kissed and loved on each other. I wanted to fuck her, to reclaim her, but I had already cum so much, my dick just wouldn't get hard. So we just lay beside each other, and Lisa fell asleep. I lay there with one hand on her tummy and relived the previous night's exploits, thinking about Brad filling my wife with his virile sperm. I had a thought that made my dick hard, the two-percent failure rate of an IUD. I woke my wife up and reclaimed her, but somehow it just didn't seem like she was still mine.