She Did Not Stop

Good friend, who had the wife last month, comes back for another weekend.

The story from both sides.

Fiction.

The story contains extramarital sex and cuckolding. If you don't like that kind of story, stop reading now.

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It was four weeks before we saw Terry again. He came up for the weekend, just to socialize, watch some football, drink, eat, whatever. He came in Friday evening, shook my hand, hugged my wife. Then really kissed her, a little more than expected, a real kiss not a peck.

He went to the john after his long drive. She said, "I think I was right about guys being proprietary, I think he thinks he can have me again. You saw that he really kissed me when he came in. A French kiss with tongue is not just a kiss on the cheek for a friend's wife. Well, and he was fondling my ass at the same time. You couldn't see that because I was facing the other way. Do you want me to tell him to stop it? Do you want to tell him to stop it?"

"No, don't make a big deal out of it. He was just being a little familiar. I mean, we can't deny the past that we all have together. We had a little orgy here last month. You may remember? You were in the middle of it, you were the dessert treat for all the guys." End of discussion when he came back in.

We had some drinks and talked. I was in my good lounge chair, they were on the sofa.

She went to the kitchen to refill drinks, I went to the can. When I came back he was in the kitchen with her, right close behind her, nuzzling her neck and feeling her ass. A lot like last time. She was pouring orange juice and vodka over ice in the blender to make more drinks, not reacting much to his touch but not pushing him away, either.

My wife, Sammie (Samantha), is a fair babe. She was not the homecoming queen in college, but she was one of the candidates. Medium height, thin, nice figure, small (B cup) boobs, brown hair. The girl next door if you were lucky to live in a really good neighborhood. Smart, majored in econometrics, now working for a fancy consulting company. Business dress code at her office is always suits, with skirts or pants for the women. She is mainly skirts. She has really nice legs and likes to show them. And nobody minds if she shows them or if men look at them. But at home, she was just my sexy, cuddly, loving wife I want to spend my life with.

That night she had on a nice wool dress - it's now fall and the day is cooler - hem a few inches above the knee but not mini. The dress was blue-gray and her pantyhose were slightly blue tinted to match. Between the dress material and the pantyhose, I doubt that he could feel much of her. I backed out to the living room to wait. It was a long three minutes before they emerged from the kitchen. I wondered all the while what was happening. I assumed that he was putting moves on her, kissing her, probably fondling her. I wondered if he was feeling her breasts, trying to feel her crotch, getting under her dress to cup her between her legs. Yes, he was doing all of those, I found out later.

For the next round of drinks, I went to the kitchen to help her. I did the same, stood close behind her, kissed her neck, fondled her firm butt, reached around to feel her breasts while she tried to make more drinks. I asked her if he had got fresh with her. "Yes, he sure did, doing just what you are, and more. He reached down and lifted the front of my skirt to my crotch, he held me tight there. I hate to admit I didn't stop him."

"Did you open your legs for him to feel you?"

"Yes. I did. I liked it, it felt good. I pressed my pussy into his hand. I was getting hot, with all the alcohol and the fondling."

"Do you want something to happen tonight?"

She hesitated. "I think it probably will. He's pretty insistent and I'm pretty pliant at the moment. He thinks he is entitled to have me when he wants to. He had me before. He came in me, not just once but, what, four or five times, you will remember. He thinks he has a claim on my pussy. I told you, guys are like that: once they fuck a girl they think her sex belongs to them."

She sensed that this was turning me on, she could feel my hard-on against her belly as she hissed her dirty thoughts in my ear.

"We had a lot of fun that night. You're my husband, I love you, I'm yours. But you gave me to him that night. You gave him my body to play with, and you watched him use me. He fucked me that night. A lot. I wanted him to fuck me, and *you* wanted him to fuck me, too. But he got . . . well, possessive. Every time he came in me he whispered in my ear how much he wanted me, 'I love your pussy, this is my pussy, I want more of this pussy,' things like that."

"Did you like that? Do you want to give him your pussy again?" I reached under her dress to cup her pussy, feel its heat, feel it become damp. "He loves your pussy; does your pussy love him? Is this his pussy to use?"

She reached down to feel how hard my manhood was through my pants. "Now he's come to reclaim his property. He thinks he has rights to my sex. Not exclusive maybe but anytime he wants it. He wants to fuck your wife again." She looked down at the floor. Very quietly, "And frankly I'm very turned on by it, having a man own my body like that, a man who is not my husband, to take me any time he wants to, . . . to use me for sex in any way he wants, any time he wants. Probably anywhere, too. Maybe not just inside this little apartment."

"Does he have rights to your pussy? Does he own your pussy, your body, just because he fucked you once? Okay, fucked you many times, but does that matter? Do you want him to fuck you here, again? With me, again? Do you want him to fuck you alone, too? Here? In his car? House? Motel?"

She was nibbling on my ear whispering hoarsely to me. Almost crying, "Yes, I want him to have me. You used to own my pussy because we are married and I love you. But that night when you gave me to him, when you helped him finger me, when you let him fuck me, when you let him come inside me . . . well, he thinks he's entitled to my pussy, too. . . . And he's not really wrong. I do want him to use my pussy. *His* pussy. . . . I want him to fuck your wife silly."

She squeezed my erection. I almost came. "Do you want him to fuck me tonight? Do you want him to fuck me here, now, right here in front of you, my wonderful husband? Does my husband want to watch another man fucking me? . . . We already cuckolded you last time. Right here." She opened her legs wide, pulled up her skirt. She cupped her crotch with her hand. "Right here."

She taunted me, whispering like a cheap porn slut, "You want this other man to make me wet, get inside my clothes? Get between my slippery lips, stir his fingers around inside me? Open me up so he can stick his long hard dick inside my hole and plow it, hard, over and over? Plunder my hot twat, pump a hundred times deep into my sex hole, and a hundred more, and more? And squirt his hot seed into your wife's womb? . . . Do you want to watch him fuck your wife and come in her cunt?"

I was dizzy with the thoughts. She was really serious! She almost never uses that word, very rarely. Very, very rarely. She must be half out of her mind with lust. I was getting there, too. My little head wanted him to do that to her, and her to let him do that, all of it. The big head was just offline, overruled. "If you're up for it . . . yes."

I answered her, taunting in the same tone she was using, super-slutty, cheap porn, hoarse whisper. "Yes, I want to see his fuckstick slide into your hot gooey love channel again and again. . . . See you so mad with passion that you want anything to fuck you! See you spread yourself open for a man, a cock, a dick, anything so long as it's long and thick and hot! . . . See you come screaming, screaming for more dick to pump into you! See you want more dick to plunge into your hole! . . . See him so hot that he comes in you, time and again, pushes loads of man-seed into your cunt! See his hot white cum flowing out of your hole, over your pussy lips, down your crack, down your legs."

We straightened out our clothes and went back out with yet another pitcher of screwdrivers, how appropriate. And we knew what we wanted to have happen.

We started to watch a movie. I settled on the couch, on her left, with them. It was cozy but there was plenty of room.

We were both holding her hands. I kissed her. He kissed her. I kissed her and reached up to cup her breast. I looked down at her legs. Her legs were together, her knees maybe an inch apart. He had taken her hand and moved it to his thigh, high up, near where his cock would soon be hardening. His other hand moved to her leg as he kissed her, with his tongue parting her lips, and she parted her knees a few inches.

I kneaded her breast, tried to find the nipple to pinch it a little. She moaned into his kiss as I did so.

His hand on her leg went up to the hem of her skirt. The way she was sitting, the skirt was halfway up her thigh. His fingers went under the hem, under her skirt, to feel up her thigh, way up at the top of her thigh. Then inside her thigh, between her legs. She opened her knees farther, to let him feel higher up her leg.

I touched her other leg, felt the tight, slippery hardness of the flesh under the pantyhose. I heard her moan again.

She slouched down, slid down on the couch. Her dress stayed in the same place as though it was stuck to the leather. Her legs and hips came out of the dress. I could see the gusset of her dark blue panties under the stockings. She opened her legs wider as an invitation to both of the men with their hands up her skirt approaching her sex.

His hand continued up her thigh, his fingers touched her crotch, he cupped her with his hand. Her moan rose briefly, oooOOOooohh!, and her hips pushed up into his hand, so we all knew that she enjoyed the touch.

She whispered, loudly, "Honey, he's touching my pussy! He's feeling how hot it is. I'm wet and he knows it. Your friend is welcome between your wife's legs!" He kissed her again to shut her up.

He reached up to her waist to get the waistband of her pantyhose. She took her hand off my crotch to help pull them off. I helped, too, and she raised her hips to let the pantyhose and the panties roll down her legs. I took them off her feet. By the time my attention returned to her sex, he was already in it, two long fingers pushing in and out, rotating around to excite all of her insides, and his thumb pressing on her clit back and forth.

She was moaning and pumping her hips up to meet the strokes of his fingers in her sex. Her moans raised in pitch to almost cries, ooh ooh OOH! OOH! I was still kneading her breasts and kissing the back of her neck.

She sat up and turned so I could unzip her dress. He and I took it down and off her legs. I unclasped her bra and then she was completely naked.

She pulled my zipper down as a signal for me to remove my pants. She already had his dick out of his pants, with his hardness sticking out into her hand.

She pushed his pants down and he kicked them off. She threw a leg over his and straddled him on the couch. He reached out to kiss one breast, sucked on the nipple. I watched his tongue travel around her nipple and areola. Her eyes were closed so she could just savor the sensations of touch.

I watched from the side. I think I was forgotten at that point, they were so involved with each other. She still held his cock, which stuck up in front of her belly. The sparse hair on her vulva mixed with the hair on his balls. She lifted her hips up to get her crotch above his cock, opened her labia with one hand and positioned his cock at her moist opening with the other. She relaxed down so the pointy head of his flesh arrow was touching the opening of her vagina. Then she looked over to me and said, "I love you but I want him to fuck me now. Do you want him to fuck me? Please, can he fuck me now?"

I nodded a little. I could not stop the freight train at this point. She wanted to just sit down and take all his member inside her. Would she stop even if I objected? I didn't think so.

I put my hand on the small of her back. She looked directly at me as she started to relax her legs, her hips moved down an inch, another inch, I looked down to watch the head of his phallus pass into her body, his sex into her sex, split her inner lips and slowly slide in, another inch and another, the shaft disappearing into her shiny wet, hot inner lips. Her eyes closed languidly. She moaned, squealed lightly, as her body opened and his body penetrated her cavern of pleasure. "Oh, that's so good, it's so hard!"

When she was all the way down, with his cock in her as far as it could go, she collapsed her chest to his, both arms around his neck, and started to move her hips back and forth, toward his belly and away, slowly, using his hard shaft to stir her insides. "Fuck me, fuck me deep!" They kissed, a little, slowly, then more passionately, then their faces separated as they both began to breathe harder. She pumped now up and down as well as around. His hands on her hips aided her movements. I watched his cock pull out of her a few inches, her labia clinging to it, unwilling to let it go as it retracted, then push back into her pussy hard and deep. Their pace got faster and more urgent.

He stopped suddenly, grabbed her hips to stop her, and slid off the couch onto his knees down on the carpet. They were still attached. She scissored her legs around his hips to hang on and keep her tight hole around his pole. He leaned forward, laying her down on her back. He held her legs behind her knees and put them up on his shoulders. Then he began to pump into her as she had into him. She cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard! I love how you fuck me!"

It started out fast, then even faster. Her cries increased in pitch and volume and she came crying, "Oh oh oh god ohgod ohgod fuuuuuuuuck mmmmeeeee! Fufufufuuuuuucckkk!" And her orgasm triggered his. He slowed almost to a stop. His expression was one of pain and pleasure together, it was obvious he was coming into her womb. "Yes, yes, come in me! Come in me! Give me your seed! Fill my married pussy! Come for me, baby!"

He lowered his chest onto hers and whispered into her ear. This time I heard him, "Oh, god, I love your pussy. I love *my* pussy! I want to fuck you all the time. . . . Oh, I want your cunt! . . . Take my cum! I have to have your cunt! . . . This is *my* pussy!"

I heard him. Yes, he really said that. He wants her, he loves her pussy, he thinks he owns it. Hey, I love it, too, and I think I have a right to it. It's hers, her body, she gets to use as gives her pleasure. But we're married, so I think I get *some*thing to say about it.

She released him from her grip and he moved away. I knelt between her legs. She reached for my cock. "You come into me, too, honey." I entered her, really easily because her pussy was leaking his copious cum down her crack. Slid right in, god she was juicy, and hot, slippery, my cock slid in and out effortlessly. She felt silky, smooth, just enough friction to feel like fucking, just enough to make progress. "Come on, honey, fuck me! You fuck me, too. Come in me! . . . Add your cum to Terry's inside me. Reclaim my pussy, *your* pussy, my husband. I love you always! . . . Claim my pussy, you own it!"

I thought back to just a minute ago, how she was being drilled deep and hard by my friend shoving his long meat into my wife again and again until she came on his cock and he came into her. The image of her pushing down hard to force his cock deeper into her body, the image of his cum oozing out of her hole, these burned in my brain and I came. I added my juices to hers and his, and more flowed out of her hole onto her and me and the floor.

We got up after a minute to get something to drink, to shed the rest of our clothes, and finally to move to the bedroom.

While she was occupied in the bathroom, dripping all that cum out of her hole, he said to me, seriously, "Thank you for letting me go first. I really liked that. I appreciate it." I guess I should have wondered that he didn't thank me for letting him fuck my wife at all. Maybe she was right, that he really did feel that her body was now, at least partly, his property. Guys never stop. Guys always come back for more.

o o o

The rest of the evening was spent in romantic foreplay, kissing back and forth, cuddling, holding. He had her again. She cleaned up, showered. She came back and lay by me. We held each other, cuddled and kissed, held tighter. I kissed from her lips to her breasts, down to her belly. She opened her legs to encourage me to go further. I ate her pussy, split her lips with my lips, tongued her inner lips, and hole, and clit. She pulled my face hard into her crotch. She closed her legs around my ears so I could not escape. I loved the smell and taste of her sex! She came hard with me licking and sucking her clit. When she recovered, she pulled me into her, and I had her, my lovely, loving wife. Slowly, gently, with love. I filled her womb with more of my juice, and we went to sleep with my cum oozing slowly out of her.

We slept all cuddled up, her in the middle, leaning on or at least touching both of us. In the middle of night, he woke her up. He fondled and played with her erogenous zones enough to turn her on. She bent forward to give him a good angle to get into her from behind. She whispered to me, "Honey, he's trying to get into me again. . . . I can feel him against my ass. Between my legs. He's hard again. . . . He wants me. He wants to fuck your wife again! Oh, honey!" She reached between her legs to guide his cock into her vagina. She gasped when he entered her. "I'm a little sore down there from all this. But I want it, I want him in me."

He pumped into her, slowly and deep. She held my dick while he fucked her, and moaned in my ear with every stroke of his cock. "Unh unh unh unh . . . oh, he's getting harder, he's going to come. . . . Yes, yes, I feel him squirting into me! He's filling my vagina with his cream! Again! . . . Oh, honey, I love it when he comes into me."

He heard her, too, and that encouraged him to hold her tighter, to be more possessive toward her.

There were several wet spots on the bed when we got up in the morning. I made love with her while he was in the shower. When he came out, he fed his cock to her while I was still drilling her, to get him hard and ready for another round. He was just climbing on top of her as I left to clean up.

Before we went out to breakfast, he went to the bathroom, she whispered to me, "Honey if you don't want him to own my pussy today, you have to do something. His fingers feel so good in me! And his dick! . . . He thinks he owns my pussy now. Unless you stop him he *will* own it. I can't . . . I'm . . . I'm powerless to resist his pushing into me, his hands on my sex, his fingers sliding into me. I want to feel him in me."

SHE

I wanted to tell my husband, today he owns my *cunt*. That was the truth but it seemed too strong. He had every right to get into me. He had me before, my husband gave me to him, and I took him willingly inside my body. And I loved the way he fucked me, I came again and again. I didn't think my husband, my loving husband, my wonderful husband, would stop this man from taking me as his own, using me as his sex toy, fucking me and coming in me, again, any time he wanted. My pussy was wet, almost dripping, at the thought of Terry taking me, using me, drilling me, shooting his cum into me, all while my dear husband watched my cunt accept him deep into me. I wanted to throw my clothes off right there and spread for him once more. But we were headed out, so I had to wait.

When we got to the restaurant, Terry sat with me, close to me, on one side of the booth, and my husband on the other side facing us. We were known at this restaurant, so this was a little unusual, and maybe would be embarrassing later. They know that we're married. We have matching wedding rings and they've seen us here many times. They must be wondering what is going on.