(Once again, thank you LadyCibelle: editor and mid-wife To Patricia51 for the borrowing of two of her creations even though she didn't know it. Sorry, they just seemed to fit.)
(Inspired by the song by the redoubtable Toni Braxton)
His footsteps echoed across the vacant expanse of street as he moved through the night. Pants, already wet from the drizzle which backdropped the night, clung to his legs with each step. The legs worked without purpose save to propel forward the body they obeyed. The hands were stuffed deep into the overcoat pockets. They had no duty at this time.
His head was held low and the shoulders were hunched against the rain. Every so often they would shiver against the cold but otherwise they remained stiff and useless. In the dim distance was a destination; a park side seat that ran parallel to the river. The dark draped body reached it and fell heavily in the seat.
A car rolled past, illuminating the body's face for but a moment and then moved on, uninterested in the story revealed there. A moment's examination would have revealed little, save a man in his late thirties, two day stubble and dark. The mouth was a thin line set against a strong chin. A somewhat aquiline nose sat beneath eyes which seemed to seek some point a thousand yards in the distance. The eyes were dark, and red rimmed and filled with a haunted pain. The mouth worked and the voice cracked. The eyes were watching a film played just for him by the maddened projectionist of his mind. The hands came out from the pockets and rubbed the swollen eyes trying to erase the images which reverberated in the blank screen mind.
On it, played a scene starring his wife, his love, the mother of his three children pushing back against a man, a stranger. Her mouth hung open and breathless. Her arms were propped against the headboard of their bed, the same bed where his three children had been conceived.
They were oblivious to him, caught up in a passion that was for them alone. He stood, unable to move, to speak, or breathe. He wanted to leave to flee the scene which played out before him but his body betrayed him as well. He stood unmoving.
Again he could see the man's cock slide easily from his wife's pussy, slick and wet from her juices. His hand came down in a slap against her ass. His wife hissed through clenched teeth.
"You like that? UMMMM… you are so slimy tonight, baby!" Again he slowly slid his cock into her sheath.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh... deeper, Ahhh, that it!" his wife groaned in reply. Her head dropped and moved from side to side as his thrusts increased.
His hand flashed again and the smack rang like a gunshot. His cock was sliding in and out easily of her well primed wetness. "Unnnn. Unnnnn. Shit this is so goddamn good. I really miss this!"
His wife's head slammed back against the thrusting pelvis as she increased her own movements. "I've missed it too. Gaaaaaahhhhh" Her breathing stopped as she pushed her ass firmly against him. "Right ….there….ahhhhhh I'm gonna cummm…ahhh" she gasped.
He couldn't tear his eyes away but his mind screamed in revulsion. The stranger pulled out just as his wife's orgasm peaked and spit into his hand. A grin spread over his face. "Time for a little back door action. You want that, baby?" His hand moved along his cock spreading the saliva over its length. She slid her body down until her full breasts flattened against the mattress. Her hands reached for the pillow and pressed it to her face.
The man moved up and positioned himself over her ass. "You love this, don't you?" he taunted. "You love this cock." He rubbed the wet cockhead against her asshole. "You love this cock, say it.'
His wife arched her back as far as she could. He knew she was searching for the cock, her desire. "Fuck me …stick that cock in my ass. I need it. " She moaned.
The man continued his torment." Say it."
His wife's hands made tiny fists curled into the pillow. "I love it. I LOVE YOUR FAT COCK FUCKING MY ASS" she begged.
Still he held back. "You love it better than hubby's?" He inquired as if asking for the time?
She arched further. "God, I'm on fire! Please!" her hand slid beneath her and she began rubbing her swollen clit.
Slowly he pushed his cockhead against the tight rim of her pucker hole. "Daddy's waiting his answer."
