"Oh, baby, damn, you feel so good!" Malcolm moaned as he slid his stiff and swollen cock into Alesha's pussy from behind. He gripped her hips and held her body up to support the pounding he was giving her. Pushing into her and pumping quickly and forcefully, he held still and let Alesha tighten her juicy walls around his cock, anticipating his next stroke.
"You know, you've got the best pussy I've ever had," he leaned over and breathed into her ear from behind. "I just love the way you grip me and squeeze me. Nobody does that like you, Alesha baby."
Alesha was shaking with pleasure as she craned her neck to hear his every word. She maneuvered her body around so she could see his face, she loved watching him loving her; she loved the expressions on his face.
Sex with her husband was the most incredible, and she wanted to do everything he loved to give him the greatest pleasure he had known. As much as he pleased her, she wanted to please him with the same intensity. It was the one thing she knew they agreed on, that sex between them was exciting and toe-curling and she never found any reason to not want to enjoy the opportunity. Malcolm spent a great deal of time caressing and pleasing her body before he entered her, and even then, he made it a personal challenge to make sure she achieved a mind-numbing orgasm before he allowed himself to erupt deep within her slick tunnel. He always moaned in her ear terms of endearment and phrases of the nasty dirty things he wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him.
So if it was so good to them both and they were, by all accounts, sexually compatible in every way - why did he want to bring another woman into their bed? Alesha couldn't understand. She engaged him in every way and actively participated in his fantasies about having a threesome with a male coworker, or attending a swinger's party and having group sex in a room with strangers. She would tell him the dirtiest kinkiest stories she could think of while she slid her hands up and down on his stiff rod, getting him to the brink until he would grab her head and force her down to catch his fluid as it shot out of his cock. She would even whisper in his ear while he was sweaty and pounding between her legs held up in the air, she would craft for him a story of being spread out on his desk with his coworker bent over between her legs licking her pussy while she cried out in pleasure.
"Fuck me good, Daddy," Alesha cried out, egging him on. She knew that kind of talk really helped push him over; he loved for her to call him Daddy when he was deep inside of her.
She did it all for him, whatever fantasy he wanted, she went along with it, and if it was something she didn't know much about - like when he wanted to talk about having anal sex with her, something they had never done - she went on the internet to research it, read about it and watch videos, so she could better put together a sexy story to whisper at him while she was riding in his lap with his cock inside of her.
It was all good as long as it was just a fantasy. They could say and do whatever they wanted as they shared the nastiest and freakiest stories of things they knew they would never actually do. But when Malcolm dropped the idea in her lap, so to speak, Alesha froze mid-stroke. She had been on top, grinding and riding on his stiff cock and using her hands to rub and squeeze her nipples, putting on quite a show for her lovely man. Her head was thrown back with her thick Marley braids flying around her head and matted in sweat around her neck. She knew how she looked and she knew by the look in Malcolm's eyes that he appreciated her efforts. Suddenly, he reaches around her and starts rubbing her ass and slapping it gently, then pulling her down into him so he could raise his hips and force his cock deeper inside. The intensity of him going deeper caused her eyes to fly open and she moaned and looked down at him, their eyes locked, and that's when he asked her, "Do you know what would make this moment perfect?"
Alesha couldn't speak, she was caught on the edge of an orgasm that began its descent from the very pit of her cervix and she was almost frightened at the intensity it promised. "What?" she breathed.
Malcolm hesitated a moment and then she thought she heard him say, "If Traci was sitting on my face right now, and I had my tongue inside her sweet pussy." As soon he got out the sentence, his cock started quivering and Alesha began her climax at the same time. But she froze at his words and her body stopped moving while the climax rippled up through her body and took her breath away. Malcolm was groaning as his cock spurted out ripplets of cum deep inside of his wife. He was totally unaware of the fact that she had stopped moving, since he could feel her pussy vibrating in an orgasm; he knew she was there with him. He didn't open his eyes until he had finished emptying inside of her and caught his breath. When he opened his eyes, Alesha was staring at him.
"What did you say?" she asked, wide eyed, her heart beating hard in her chest.
Malcolm smiled and slid his hands up to her breast, where he began massaging them both in small circles. That usually melted her resolve and helped him avoid any argument that might be brewing. This time he could tell it would be different.
"I was just saying, you know how we talked about doing a threesome, I just thought that if we did it, we would want somebody we could trust, right?" Malcolm wet the tip of his index finger with his tongue and moved it back and forth across her nipple. "That's not something you can just do with anybody, right?" He flashed that wide bold smile at her with his perfectly straight white teeth. Then he licked his other index finger and started on the other nipple; soon he was rolling both nipples between his fingers in tandem. But Alesha was no longer aroused; she was disturbed by the mention of her best friend sitting on her husband's face.
"I thought...I thought that was just one of our fantasies, you know, one of our stories that we tell each other for excitement," she spoke softly, feeling the dread building in her stomach.
Malcolm chuckled. "It was a fantasy, but why can't we make it happen? We have a lot of fantasies, we can't make them all come true, I know that, but why not make just one come true?" He raised his upper body off the bed and started licking her nipple, slipping it into his mouth and sucking on it. "Mmmmm, I love your nipples. You know I love you, right?"
For the first time, Alesha wasn't joining him in his game. She sat very still and stiffened her back, not giving in to him as she usually would. She usually would raise her hands to run through his hair while he played with her nipples, she would moan and whisper his name to let him know how good he made her feel. But not this time. She wasn't letting him off that easily.
