Becky groaned as he played with her. On a whim she had recently shaved most of her pubic hair to leave only a few wisps just above her slit. She had done it to get Mike excited, but it had been a waste of time. Now another man was getting excited as he explored her. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
He kept on feeling her, probing her pussy, until she realised to her shame that she was getting warm and moist.
She kept on pleading with him to stop. She knew it was pathetic, but, felt it was her duty to do so. She knew he would ignore her and he did. Deep down she knew she didn’t want him to stop. Jeff for his part didn’t mind her weak protests at all. In fact he found it more exciting…
His fingers probed deeper and deeper into her sex and she bit her lip in shame as she became aware of the tell tale squishing sound and his wet fingers. At that moment she knew she was going to get fucked.
It was as sure as the slow ticking of the clock on her bedside table. So, sighing in defeat, she told him about the condoms in her dressing table drawer.
Immediately, he ripped off his clothes and lay on the bed beside her.
“Let’s do some fucking, baby,” he growled as he slipped on the protection.
He untied her then, and, almost before she knew it, his big cock was nudging into the sweet mess of her pussy. Soon he was thrusting into her, deeper and deeper, until he had it in all the way. Jeff had taken full possession of the vagina that rightfully belonged to her husband. Becky gasped as her cheeks flushed with shame. She had been faithful to Mike since their marriage, but now, another man was fucking her.
Jeff grinned in triumph as he started to pump in and out. She wasn’t protesting now.
Then like a smooth machine, he began to fuck her with deep devastating thrusts. All the fight had gone out of Becky now and she surrendered willingly to him. Her husband and family were forgotten, as she savoured the pure physical pleasure of a hard cock penetrating her vagina. Soon, she was thrusting back as they sought a mutual rhythm. The frustrations and longings that they both felt, locked them together as they frantically sought satisfaction.
Becky was gone now and past caring. She was sensing an orgasm that she had not experienced since who knows when. He could sense the change in her, willing him to go faster, deeper, harder. Their fucking intensified, as they worked together towards an ecstatic crescendo. As they reached it, Becky’s desperate cry filled the room, She was being carried away on the roller coaster of an orgasm. At the same time, Jeff groaned, shuddered and spurted into her again and again.
They lay together, shattered at what they had done. Their sweating bodies finally eased apart. He grunted with pleasure at his conquest of her, while she whimpered in the afterglow of sex.
“Wow,” he growled, “what a fuck that was.”
Minutes later he eased up off the bed and wandered to the doorway. “I’ll get us a drink of something. All this fucking sure is thirsty work.”