*Note - this story is not for everyone - if you don't like the idea of a wife cheating on her husband or a similar scenario - this story isn't for you. There's a bit of sex here, but this story is more so building up, the starting point, for stories to come. Cheers.
It was the next morning, not that there were any regrets. They'd fucked a thousand times before, but this time, well, this time was different. Things had been kicked up a notch.
Seemingly, in relatinoships, there's always this comfort level with sex. The couple fucks for the first few times and then finds a rhythm or even a set pattern of what to do, where to put it, how to use it and when to do certain things.
That's fine; it's excellent to know one's partner sexually. But this becomes routine and routine breeds the fear of trying and exploring new options... new pleasurable options.
Last night was different. For both him and her (or her and him, for the feminists in the crowd). They're an active couple, usually a fuck a day - they're still engaged, afterall. They have a routine: he'll kiss her neck and if he gets the green light, he kisses his way down her neckline, and then lifts up her shirt and kisses her belly, past the navel and then he tugs at her pants or skirt (depending on what she is wearing) and kisses the tops of her trimmed pubes.
There are days when she wants him to jab her with his tongue and have him flick her to bliss and others times where she just has him finger her to a quick orgasm or two (to get the juices really going). From there, it's a quick run upstairs to their bedroom where she stradles his hard, 6" cock (it's not the biggest tool in the tool box but he knows how to use it and it gets the job done for her - most days). She loves riding him, controlling how much is in her, she loves her hands on his muscular shoulders and being able to feed him her nice 36C tits - he loves her ass in his hands (or even sneaking a finger in the backdoor which has surprised her on more than one occasion), looking up at her cute face and seeing it contort when he teases her or slams home his prick.
He'll last until she's had at least one orgasm - he's hell bent, though, on giving her mutliple orgasms. She doesn't complain.
But like I said, last night was different.
Last night, while she was riding him...
"I love the way your lips are pursed." he said, slowly trying to get to the main topic on his agenda.
She purred, "oh yeah, babe" she said, her eyes rolled back in her head, "why's that?"
He hesitated, but played it off like he was holding back his orgasm. "Because it looks like your mouth wants to suck a cock right now."
He eyes opened and soon found his, staring at each other - their rhythmical humping continued.
"Oh yeah, you want me to suck your cock after it's been in my pussy?"
"That'd be great - but I bet you just want another cock in front of your lips so you could suck it."
She licked her lips and moaned a little.
"You'd like that," he continued, "wouldn't you? You'd like to be riding my prick while there is another cock for you to suck. Admit it." He said his last two words with a powerful thrust of his cock into her cunt.
"Yes," she softly said. "YES," she said louder. A quick orgasm over took her.
He reached his hand up to her brown hair and tugged on it, firmly but still gently. "He'd probably have a big urgency, if he saw us fucking, to come. He's probably tug your hair, like this, and say 'bitch take this cock'."
On one hand she was offended, she hated the word 'bitch' and being called one. But this turned her on and he could see it. He saw her lips part and her tongue dart out - as if she was imagining sucking a cock.
He spanked her, borderline hard. "You like it rough, don't you, bitch? You love having two cocks in, huh? You greedy, sexy whore."
"Fuck me." She said matter of factly.
He did. He fucked her hard. He kept talking dirty, too. This was all new to both of them. And she shuddered to a quick orgasm.
