No longer a team player, with him always counting on his buddies to watch his back before, with them all dead and disbanded, his buddies were all long gone now. The sole survivor and the last man standing, he was now a solo act. In the way he was in country after losing all of his buddies, a one-man show, he answered to no one but to himself. Even now, until reporting in to his commanding officer, he was on his own 24/7 as a deep undercover, big city cop. Forsaking his personal life, few men could do what he routinely did in disappearing from his wife's bed from days, weeks, and even months on end.
Something he usually didn't do, now more making love to her than fucking her, he slowed the pace of their fucking way down. On the brink of having an orgasm, he should have continued fucking her harder and faster but his mind was preoccupied with something else and with someone else. With her naturally blonde hair, fair skin, and big, beautiful, blue eyes, one-of-a-kind and one-in-a-million, Elizabeth was so beautiful. With her having the body of a porn star on steroids, she was so sexy. Much in the way of Heidi Klum, with her having a keen intellect along with a fun sense of humor, she was a woman that any man would be proud to call his own.
Only, he didn't value her in the way that other men would and in the way that he should. He more valued his next sexual conquest. Unfortunately, and not fair to her, he obviously had something else on his mind other than giving his wife an orgasm. When he should be thinking of her, only her, he was thinking of other women. He was obviously thinking of her mother and her best friend. Unable to help himself, unable to filter his thoughts, and unable to keep his stupid mouth shut, even more outrageous than him thinking of another, he couldn't stop himself from saying what he was thinking. As if his hips were idling in position instead of revving at high speed, he stared in her expressive, blue eyes while slowly humping her.
As always was the case lately, thinking only of himself, he obviously had something that he needed to say that couldn't wait until after she had her orgasm. Speeding up the humping action again, with his perversely perverted thoughts motivating and inspiring his lust for his beautiful, sexy wife, he continued humping her harder and humping her faster. Perhaps, he hoped she'd have her orgasm now so that he could say what he needed to say during the afterglow of sex instead of saying what he needed to say now to ruin her moment of her orgasmic pleasure.
Only, upfront and to the point, with him an ex-Army Ranger who now worked the tough, big city streets incognito, he was the type of guy who said what he was thinking without filtering it first. Calling them as he saw them, he had a bad habit of putting his foot in his mouth and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Lucky for him, he had the physical and fighting ability to back up whatever dumb thing he said. A fifth degree, black belt in Judo, a hand-to-hand, ex-combat instructor in the Army, and an expert in firearms, few men could get the better of him in an unarmed or armed fight. Lasting only few seconds, whatever fight he inadvertently or intentionally started was over before it even began.
### DebbieDearDebbie ###
As if they were dancing their delight only for him, in the way of firm gelatin, Liz's big, natural breasts jiggled and moved up and down and from side to side with his humps. Hypnotized by her big breasts, no doubt, he dug down deep for the courage in what he was about to say and ask his wife. He should have thought better of what he was thinking and what he was about to say. He should have kept his thoughts to himself about wondering what it would be like to have sex with her mother, Debbie. He should have kept his thoughts to himself about wondering what it would be like for her best friend, Diane, to blow him.
With her arms wrapped around his neck and her long, shapely legs wrapped around his back, the both of them were kissing, sweating, humping, and fucking. She was sexually aroused enough that she was breathing through her mouth instead of her nose. In sync with their movements, their breathing kept pace with their humping. Humping her harder and fucking her faster, up and down and in and out, any moment now, with his stiff prick buried deep inside of her, she'd have her orgasm.
"Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me. Don't stop. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," she said breathlessly.
Only, he was such an insensitive prick. Seemingly, he was preoccupied with his own sexual thoughts of him with her mother and/or with her best friend. She would have had her orgasm already if he hadn't slowed his humping. She would have had her orgasm already if he kept his mind focused on her and only her.
As if somehow fixing her batteries to die just as she was about to cum with her vibrator, he had a knack for ruining her sexually excited mood by dousing her sexual flame with his inappropriate words. As if his role was to antagonize her, always provoking a fight with a man and an argument with a woman, he had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. For such a smart man, he could be such a stupid man. For such a sexually horny man, he was about to ruin everything.
A familiar theme, the last time he brought up something like this, especially at the wrong time, was when they were in the middle having sex and she was almost ready to cum. In the way that she did then and no doubt would again do now, she bit off his head. Having not learned from his mistakes, as if he was purposely sabotaging their lovemaking and goading her anger for her not to have an orgasm, he was doomed to inflame her fury yet again. Seemingly unable to help himself, it wasn't enough that he was with such a beautiful, sexy, and sensual woman. Obviously, he needed to express his perversely perverted thoughts for her mother and for her best friend for him to be sexually aroused enough to cum.
After having sex with so very many women, he needed to up the sexual excitement. Even though his wife was any man's and some women's sexual fantasy, dream woman come true, obviously by what he needed to say to her at this very moment, she wasn't enough for him. Always needing more, sadly and unfortunately, with so many others in his head, he needed more than just her in his bed. He need her to respond in kind and to play his perversely perverted games of sexual debauchery. Obviously pillow talk about having sex with other people was just as important as the actual sexual act of having sex with her.
If it was up to him, he'd have a threesome, his wife and at least one other woman. If it was up to him, he'd have his wife and her mother or his wife and her best friend in bed together. Ideally, he wished he could do all three women together. While he had sex with Liz's mother, he'd love to watch his wife having sex with her best friend. If only she knew, if it was up to him, as he openly confessed to his friends, he'd have sex with a different woman every night.
Too bad for him that his marriage to Liz was cramping his style. Little did he know, if he didn't want Liz, any one of his friends would love to get with her. Only and unfortunately, the time when he seemingly always thought of such things was when he was sexually excited and he was sexually excited now. The time when he seemingly always thought of such things was while having deep, penetrating sex with his wife. The time when he seemingly always thought of such things, bad timing for both, was typically when she was about to have her orgasm.
With his mind too turned and too twisted, unable to differentiate between the two, he apparently believed that what he said and what he asked his wife was just innocent, sexy pillow talk. If only by her negative reaction, he should have known better. He should have known that he was making her angry instead of making her sexually excited. Instead of understanding that what he was about to say would shut her down and turn her off, he obviously thought that what he was about to say would sexually arouse her instead of emotionally insult her. By him saying what he was about to say, if he was anything, he was such a dirty, insensitive, and selfishly perverted bastard.
Only, unfortunately for him, as usual, he routinely did just the opposite of what he no doubt hoped to accomplish. Instead of her thinking that what he was giving her was pillow talk, she believed that what he said and asked her was nothing more than nasty and irrationally depraved thoughts. Most times, especially when it came to sex, his behavior was abhorrent. Most times, when it came to women, his opinion of them was degrading. He devalued the relationship of a man with a woman by defining it as nothing more than sex, just sex.
