Kara had met Darrell when they were both in high school. They were friends and nothing more but she always suspected that he wanted to be more than friends. He was a good looking guy with a great body but he wasn't really her type.
I met Kara in college. She was my biology lab partner and I knew within a week that we were destined to be together. I'd never been a believer in love at first sight or the concept of a soulmate but the chemistry between us was instant and powerful. We dated off and on for three years. We loved hard and we fought hard. We had passion and we were kinky. We explored ourselves and each other and on a few occasions we brought another woman into our bed.
Kara and I were both 25 when we got married and for the first five years we fucked like rabbits. Things tailed off once our son was born and for ten years we were like many married couples. We fucked when we could but most times it was quick and silent so we didn't wake up the kids.
It was at Kara's 20th high school reunion that she reconnected with Darrell. He was recently divorced and he spent most of the night chatting with Kara while I sat quietly beside her and listened. I could feel the energy between them and it awakened some long dormant fantasies.
When I was a senior in high school my girlfriend had cheated on me with one of my teammates on the football team. Dee was a powerfully built running back and I was a tall, lanky tight end. For years afterwards I was a broken man and Kara had been the one to heal me but before I met her my fantasies had been mostly about watching white women with muscular black men. I couldn't explain the masochistic pleasure I derived from reliving the most painful memory of my youth but the fact that I had walked in on him fucking her at a party likely had something to do with it.
Kara was drunk when we left the reunion and when we got to our hotel room she was ravenous.
Kara dropped to her knees and sucked my cock moments after the door closed behind me. Her pretty golden brown eyes closed tight and her head bobbed as her hands rubbed my stomach and caressed my balls. I knew she was thinking about him and long before I wanted to I erupted into her mouth.
"You were a bad boy," Kara purred like a kitten. She rose to her feet and pulled my lips to hers. I could taste the briny flavor of my seed on her lips and it excited me. She and I had dabbled in bondage and dominance but never seriously. We both identified as switch but Kara preferred the submissive role so more often than not I was the dominant even when I was feeling submissive. She occasionally professed a desire to be more domineering but it did not come naturally. On the rare occasions that she did take charge she enjoyed pushing my boundaries by making me lick her creampied pussy or snowball after a blow job. It was never something I actively sought and when I wasn't worked up the idea was repulsive but when I was in the right state of mind it was oddly hot and sexy.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I couldn't help it. Your mouth felt too good," I groaned as she unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened my pants.
"Get on the fucking bed," Kara barked sternly. I'd never seen her so comfortable in the dominant role and I quickly obliged.
My spent cock sat limp and lifeless against my leg as my wife lifted her dress over her head. Her big breasts heaved and her nipples strained against her frilly, underwire bra. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were narrow and harsh.
"I should beat your ass for cumming without permission," she boomed loud enough to wake the guests in the neighboring rooms.
"I'm sorry ma'am," I replied sheepishly. "I will not do that again."
"You'd better not," Kara said as she climbed onto the bed. She swung her thick, pale thigh over my head and lowered her dripping wet pussy onto my mouth. She was as wet as ever and her juices immediately soaked my face as I lapped at her clit. I knew she was still thinking about him and my cock began to stir a new.
Kara came hard. Her wide hips ground hard against my mouth, forcing my nose inside her sloppy cunt and cutting off my supply of oxygen until her climax ebbed.
My hair was soaked and my face was sticky and wet. Her rich fragrance filled my head and my cock twitched and pulsed as she slithered down my naked body leaving wet snail tracks in her wake.
She turned to face me and lowered her thick body onto my cock. Kara had been a petite woman when we first met and she'd weighed a mere 110 pounds on our wedding day but she had gained weight with each pregnancy and she was easily 50 pounds heavier than she'd been on that day, but she carried it well.
Her fat ass slammed hard onto my dick and the bed creaked. She looked into my eyes with a cold stare and said the most hurtful yet erotic thing I had ever heard.
"I wish your cock was bigger," she hissed as she rocked fore and aft, grinding her smooth cunt agsinst my pelvis. The bed slapped against the wall and my mind began to reel. I gritted my teeth and struggled hard not to cum but the erotic sight of my sexy wife in a ravenous state pushed me closer and closer to the point of no return.
Kara groaned and her body began to quiver. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she squeezed her big, heavy tits as she came. Her daily keagles had kept her pussy tight and it milked my cock as she bounced hard onto my pelvis trying to force my decidedly average cock deeper inside her warm, fertile womb.
"Cum for me you pathetic pig!" Kara barked loudly. Her harsh words had the desired effect and I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her unprotected pussy. We had talked about me getting a vasectomy but she had resisted because she wasn't sure if she wanted a 3rd child or not. I wasn't thrilled about that but I often found it hard to deny her wishes.
"That was hot Baby," I said as I basked in the afterglow of great sex. My balls felt drained and my pretty wife snuggled in my strong arms.
"You liked that did you," she teased with a mischievous grin. She kissed me tenderly and her tongue slipped inside my open mouth. I could still taste the residue of my cum and I sighed softly as our tongues entwined.
We drifted off to sleep with the television on. My dreams were vivid and erotic but I felt like more a spectator than a participant. In the last dream before I awoke I watched Darrell fuck my wife and I woke up rock hard and ready.
I rubbed my hard dick against my wife's pussy and she began to stir. I'd always loved morning sex but she was hit or miss.
"Not yet," Kara said as she pulled away and covered her head with her pillow.
Two hours later my wife awoke and asked me to get her a bottle of water.
"A little hung over?" I teased. My dick was flaccid but my dreams continued to rev me up.
"Very hung over," she nodded.
"How much do you remember from last night," I asked with a smile.