My lovely wife of 31 years, Terri, moaned again as the long, hard, thick invader slid in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. Her passion and vocal encouragement stopped only when she suddenly gasped and held her breath for what seemed far too long, only to shake uncontrollably and let her breath out in long sharp hisses. I knew intimately that sound and that body language! She had cum again for the third time, while the seemingly machine-like pistoning action of this cock continued relentlessly. It seemed to be oblivious to its effect on the quivering, mindless body it was invading. The relentless cumming caused her pussy to exude copious amounts of the earthy-smelling cream which made the ride smoother and easier. So much was produced that it slid down her pussy and into her ass crack, to pool on the previously clean white sheets which Terri had carefully prepared earlier in the day. Judging by the way it slid so easily, she had also freshly shaved her whole groin area as well.
When she had recovered, she said in a hoarse croak, "C'mon baby. I want that monster in my ass for a while. My pussy has had enough for now!" Terri went to turn over to allow easier access to her well-lubricated pucker hole, but instead found her legs quickly lifted up to shoulder height and the rock-hard cock lined up with her ass. Here it paused and slowed to an excruciatingly slow speed to enter almost in slow motion. This caused more moans from Terri, who lifted her hips, or at least tried to, to make the entrance more dramatic and quick. The large bulbous head pushed slowly forward and hesitated briefly to give her 'backgate' sphincter muscles time to accommodate to the stretching. With the ready-made lubrication from her pussy and the eagerness to comply, Terri's ass swallowed the monster fairly quickly, again to moans of pleasure and encouragement. "Yessssss!" was all I heard her hiss.
This was the signal for the pistoning action to resume. This time though, Terri was given the absolute full length of cock as deep as it could go, each and every thrust. Judging by the clean glistening surface of the cock as it emerged each time, Terri had prepared for this as well. An enema must have happened earlier that afternoon along with her other preparations! That's Terri! Always well prepared! Again, she orgasmed. The same cessation of breath followed by uncontrollable shaking and hissed outlet was a sure sign that Terri was in passion heaven. How much more of this could she take? I had never witnessed this level of pure wantonness before.
While she was in the throes of her sixth orgasm (it seemed), the cock slid effortlessly from her now open and stretched ass opening, straight into her still sloppy pussy. This sent Terri completely into Lala land! Six long deep strokes into her pussy... withdraw... six long deep strokes into her ass. Terri could not even hold her breath anymore to cum. She was just a blithering, slobbering, spasming, moaning, crying mess! Her existence was absolutely consumed by the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. What brought it to an abrupt end was when the cock, accompanied by grunts of animal pleasure, spewed forth copious amounts of creamy white cum which was distributed evenly between her ass and cunt. While this was happening, one hand crawled up to her sweaty, flushed breast and roughly pinched a nipple and pulled it hard, painfully hard, to its limit.
Terri screamed, shook so badly on the white king bed that she physically lifted off the bed in a manner which reminded me of someone being electrocuted in a horror movie.
Then she fainted.
There was silence, broken only by a long satisfying sigh by the owner of the cock.
Which wasn't me! Not me! The cock which had so convincingly undone my wife, did not belong to me.
I had just witnessed, unobserved, what my lovely wife did every Tuesday afternoon while I was at work. This time was supposedly her 'workout' time at the local gym which she visited twice a week.
Taking a step back...
I am a primary school teacher, so have very predictable work commitments. At school at set times with each Tuesday afternoon staff meetings which always went to 6pm. This meant I was always home by seven. Terri was always very tired on Tuesday evenings, because of her gym 'workouts', so I usually prepared dinner while she showered and made beds, etc. Tuesday was also her 'washing day' so she always had clean linen on the bed on Tuesday nights and a washing machine full of soiled linen.
Our school principal had a surprise visit from the area inspector, so unexpectedly called off the staff meeting today. I went back to my classroom and finished marking for the day. It was still only 3:30. On a whim, I decided to go home and prepare dinner early and maybe do some remaining house tidying, etc before Terri returned from gym. She had steadily been growing more distant recently and I thought that a candle-lit dinner and relaxed atmosphere with no urgent house logistics might spark some intimacy and re-light the fires of passion between us. As a long-term type 1 diabetic, my ability to maintain an erection was severely compromised. Most of our sex was limited to me masturbating Terri with fingers and sometimes tongue. Her attempts at getting me off usually ended with me taking over and wanking off myself because her hands became sore, or she was tired after cumming. I had resigned myself to this over the years as the complications of diabetes steadily got worse. I did not think it a real problem, as all of our love-making from early marriage had been at my instigation. Terri retained that 'Catholic guilt' about anything carnal, ingrained through a childhood religious education system. Sex was pleasurable most of the time for her, but try as I might, she never lost herself into the passion of it. She never felt inclined to want to try new things at all. The question at the end of most of our sessions was usually, "Did you enjoy that dear?"
It was me who taught her how to masturbate. It was me who was always suggesting different ways of spicing up our sex life, only to be met with, "No. We can't do that." As I said, I was resigned to that fate in our marriage. Surely marriage was about more than just sex? We seemed to get on fairly well, apart from the occasional heated arguments, usually about some money related issue. Recently though, I had noticed her becoming more and more distant from me, often belittling me for my lack of sex drive and failure to initiate any sex at all. She increasingly wanted to control all aspects of our lives and became hard-headed and argumentative when she didn't get her way. I wrote most of it off as the usual rough and tumble of marriage relationships and tried to continue as normal, trying not to provoke unwanted arguing, hoping that it would sort itself out eventually. I was a patient man!
Today, I arrived home as I usually do, by parking in our garage which was a long way from the house. This garage positioning was done so that when our children were young, and were in bed, no car noise would interrupt their sleep. Their sleep time was precious, not only because it kept them healthy, but it also kept us sane! We had quiet time to recharge while they did! I parked and leisurely walked up to our two-story house. Terri's car was there, but it always was on 'workout day', as she said that she preferred the bus then. My head was already in the 'time to clean-up' space as I quietly entered the back door. I am a bit of a handyman, so every door hinge and moving component of our house was well maintained and quiet. Nothing annoyed us more than banging doors or squeaky hinges!