Jane:
Our first coupling was over quite quickly; too quickly some might think. As the door closed behind Mark we were already tearing at Alex's clothes. Our hands got tangled up on his belt buckle as we both feverishly tried to undo it. Alex pulled away and left me too it while he stripped off his jacket and shirt.
I was already naked, well naked enough for sex. I wore just my Basque and stockings; my panties lying on the floor where Mark had dropped them.
Some might have thought that after untangling Alex's trousers and boxers from around his feet I should spent some time enjoying his manhood. I did glance up at it momentarily; it was stretched to its limit; veins bulging from its tautness. I did take it in my hand for a few moments and ran the tip of my tongue across its tip to clean it of its precum but that was all the foreplay I gave him.
Some might also have thought that he would have guided me back on to the bed and spent some time giving me oral foreplay but what was the point. I was as wet as I was ever going to be. We stood together kissing for a moments; Alex's cock pressing into my stomach. I reached down for it and pushed it downwards to my pussy. "Fuck me please Alex." I said.
A grunt of pleasure escaped his lips before he guided me backwards to the edge of the bed. As I fell back he reached under my thighs with his arms and lifted them upwards. I reached down with my hand and took hold of his cock and guided it to my pussy lips. Our lips met again as he gave a gentle thrust and it became my turn to grunt as its full length slipped inside me.
It was fast; it was furious; and it was satisfying. What I loved the most was the way he talked as we fucked. Mark was a quiet fucker, if you get my meaning. Unless he was talking fantasy, words rarely escaped his lips as he fucked me but Alex was different. He kept telling me how good my cunt felt; how tight it felt around his cock; how wet I was. He also kept telling me that he was going to make my pussy his; told me that he was going to own it. I responded by telling him that it was to take anytime time he wanted. I told him how good his cock felt; told him how much bigger and better it felt than Mark's cock. I told him how satisfying he was.
Afterwards we climbed under the bed covers and held each tightly; kissing and touching; fondling and exploring, arousing and refreshing each other with words and fingers. When he started to stiffen again in my hand I moved down the bed and took him in my mouth. By the time I had cleaned both our juices from his cock he was hard and ready again. This time when I climbed on top of him it was to start a long and very satisfying fuck.
Mark:
How can you explain how it feels to be lying alone in a bed in a hotel room while your wife lies in a bed in a room across the hallway with another man? I felt lost; hurt; jealous and yet I felt so horny.
I climbed into Alex's bed naked, feeling all those emotions and yet I had an uncontrollable erection. I began to stroke myself slowly thinking about what they were doing. I didn't need to wonder very hard about what Alex would be doing; he's a man. He would be at her pussy; fucking it; pounding it; screwing it, enjoying it. Enjoying her shaved, tight pussy; enjoying MY wife's shaved, tight pussy! While he had the pleasure of satisfying himself with a nice wet pussy I was satisfying myself with a hand, my hand!
I masturbated four times that night, a feat I had never accomplished before. It might have said a lot about the state of my sexual excitement; it might have spoke volumes about the pleasure I was getting from another man fucking my wife but underneath the surface was also pain and anguish.
To say my sleep was fitful was an understatement. I would fall asleep for a while after each bout of self pleasure but then I would wake up feeling jealous and insecure. What were they doing I would wonder? Were they kissing and cuddling? Whispering endearments to one another? Declaring undying love for each other? Or were they fucking? Was Alex taking full advantage of my absence and generosity by fucking Jane every which way he could?
It was that last thought that kept me sane; that last thought that kept me pumping my manhood every time I awoke. The final time I awoke was to the sound of the telephone ringing. It was 8am and it was Alex. "Sleep well?" He asked after I picked up the receiver.
"Not really." I replied.
"First time is always the worst." He responded.
I said nothing.
"When you come over can you bring my bag with you? It's by the side of the bed." He told me.
I knew that already.
"Shall I come now?" I asked him.
"Give it fifteen minutes." He told me. "I want to fuck your wife one more time."
As I put down the receiver I glanced down and noticed that I was hard again. Once again the thought of Alex fucking my wife was exciting me.
Jane:
I was sore next morning when I awoke; sore but satisfied. I was sore from Alex's fucking; sore from his long, hard pussy poundings. The first fuck might have been quick but the subsequent ones were not, far from it. He took his time with each one of them.
I knew that he had set out to impress me; I knew he wanted me and was determined to show off his prowess as well as his abilities. I did not complain though; why should I? I had never had a man take control of my pussy before. I had known a few take their time with it but never one who had made it his own.
I watched him each time we fucked; looked at him every time he got his cock inside me; studied him as he gazed down and watched his cock going in and out of me. I also noticed the way he would constantly change positions; change the angles of his thrusts; change his attack. Yes it was an attack; an assault; a forced penetration for his pleasure. Even though he made it very pleasurable for me I knew that his intent was his own pleasure.
As I say, I was very sore next morning but also very satisfied. I heard him tell Mark that he wanted to fuck me one more time and watched him as he walked back to the bed with his enormous erection pointing in my direction.
I was still sore but I gladly lay back and spread my legs wide for him to allow his manhood full and uninhibited access to my pussy. Or should I say his cunt because that was exactly what he said when he had woke me an hour or so beforehand. "I want some more of my cunt." He had said.
