Michelle and Pete were finally getting it on. It had been weeks since they'd fucked. Michelle was desperate for it herself, spending weeks masturbating to filthy videos had gotten her so ready for orgasm. She'd taken her raw pussy to the brink so many times she just wanted someone, maybe even anyone to finish it off; to finish her off, make her cum, scream with the hot, wet feeling of her orgasm flooding her cunt. She knew Pete was horny as hell too -- he had that look in his eye. She'd even planned a surprise for him, and boy was it worth it. When they were getting it on sat next to each other on the sofa, their tongues wrapped around each others, Michelle took Pete's hand and placed it on her thigh. She let nature take its course and her husband dutifully raised it, trying his luck. I wonder whether he'll be surprised, she remembered thinking, her thighs burning with the heat of anticipation.
Pete felt his wife's leg, his cock stiffening in his trouser-leg. God, he wanted her so badly. He wanted to push his cock in her mouth, get her wet and take her to heaven and back. He was going to try and convince her to let him go bareback tonight; that was his aim. His hand rose slowly up her leg - he knew she liked it like that. He went to tug a little on her knickers, maybe to pull them away from her pubic hair, tease the little area above her clit...when his fingers met with soft, perfectly smooth skin. His eyes flared, which Michelle found delicious. His fingers found her fully shaven pussy, and he loved it. His middle finger extended just a bit, flicking the part of her clitoris that protruded, as it engorged.
Michelle felt the flush of her cunt being touched by a hand other than her own...and she felt horny as hell.
"Let's go upstairs, darling. I want you..."
They stumbled up the stairs, losing their clothes with every step. Arriving at the top stair naked, they raced to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Michelle took her blindfold out of her bedside cabinet and slipped it over her eyes, smiling seductively as she did so.
"Tonight, I want you to fuck me like you're a total stranger, darling...like you're using my pussy."
Pete flung Michelle across the sheets, and crawled seductively towards her pussy. She knew what was coming, and she got nervous every time...but felt the first hot kiss of his tongue on her vagina and wow...it was really something. She was lost in the heat of it, her head flopping back onto the pillow, her red nails digging into the sheets as she gripped at whatever she could.
Pete knew what he was doing. Get his wife to the point of orgasm, and she would do anything he said, including taking his unprotected cock in her pussy. He did his best work, slowly flicking her clit one second, then eating her out hungrily the next. She was his, her arms and legs twitching as she approached orgasm. It wasn't long before she was begging for it...begging him to push her over the edge, send her falling into a sea of pleasure. Her back arched, and that's when Pete took his tongue away.
"What are you doing? I want to cum over your tongue so much, you bastard!" Michelle could get rude when she was denied something. She was being denied an orgasm after weeks of enforced abstinence and that really was pushing it.
"Oh baby, I'm going to take you there....then I want you."
"You can have me, baby! Just fuck that cunt with your mouth...ohhh, please..."
"I mean properly, not in that rubber thing. I'll pull out, promise. Let's just do it for real, like before."
"You promise to pull out?"
"Of course." he said, meaning maybe. God, he wanted her to feel her and he wanted to paint her pussy with his cum.
"All right...OK, just this once, now lick me, gorgeous. I wanna feel it..."
Pete leant in, but then an unforeseen interruption forced him to stop. There was a noise downstairs, someone was forcing the door.
"That's a burglar -- get down there!" whispered Michelle, and off Pete went. Michelle lay there listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. She heard scuffled footsteps, shouting from Pete against someone else, who was shouting back, in an foreign accent. She heard Pete tell him to get the fuck out of their house... there was some more scuffling, and then a thump. Then just a calm step on the first stair. Shit, thought Michelle. My husband just beat him up, knocked him out and threw him out -- wow! She thought she should get up, take the blindfold off....but the thought of being ravaged by her heroic hubby got her even wetter. What better than for the hero's conquest to be waiting for him upstairs, wet and willing to reward him. She massaged the tips of her pale fingers over her entrance, and felt her sopping wetness.
For a second, he heard moaning, sexual, lustful moaning. It swam across his consciousness as he fought sleep, but the blackness took him, pausing just a moment for him to hear a gasp, a squeal and a thump against the headboard, which creaked against the wall. Thump, thump...then he was out for the count again.
Michelle felt his fingers before his tongue, which surprised her. He must have been wound up, the heat of the fight still inside him, because his hands felt rough and hot. Her cunt was opened up by the first finger, but soon he had two inside her, then three. He wasn't just fingering her, he was invading her, and she loved it. She felt for his body with her fingers, but grasping thin air, she grabbed hold of the headboard. The heat in her cunt told her that the first orgasm of her night was building, and she held on for dear life. The fingers would have got her there, easily, but when she felt his tongue on her entrance, that was it. Her body buckled, her legs buzzing with the power of it, the force of his mouth. She was so close. It felt different, like his lips were bigger, more eager, like he...well, like he was hungry and was eating her whole. Her back arched, and her pussy rocked backward as she reached tipping point. Then he stopped. Silently and suddenly, he pulled away from her. She could hear him stripping bare, ripping off his trousers. She lay there, desperate for the feeling of orgasm so badly, her hands involuntarily went to her hole. She was starting for her clit, keen to rush it through, when she felt his hands on hers. He pushed them back to the top of the bed, and spread her thighs with his knees, his huge member landing onto her moist mound. She shuddered, just the touch of his helmet on her opening was ecstatic. (Did it feel bigger? It DID!) She gasped as he penetrated her, feeling his rough shaft force her wet pussy open. Normally, if she was wet (and she was sopping...) it would be easy for him to get inside her. But it was so tight! She struggled with her arms, but he held her tight as he built up speed...
He awoke groggily, and sat up with some difficulty. Rubbing his head, he got to his feet. Weak, he heard more moaning from upstairs. What was going on? Oh yes, Pete remembered quite clearly now. He and Michelle had been getting it on, gone upstairs and...the burglar! He checked downstairs, but there was no sign of him. Pete was pretty glad about that. The bloke had been huge, the fist that had knocked him out massive. The guy's physique -- he was the ultimate black athletic form. Taut muscles bulged on the arms behind those fists, and his cold, blue eyes stood out on his cruel, dark face. Thank goodness he was gone.
