“Good boy,” she said crawling to the end of the bed, her hand running through his hair. “Henry here has never made me cum like that. As a matter of fact, he’s never made me cum.” Henry stared at the both of them, and Valerie lifted James’ face and kissed him slowly, slipping her tongue into his mouth and moaning deeply.
James didn’t have a clue what was going on, but he was too horny to care. That was the most amazing pussy he’d ever eaten and could think of nothing other than sticking his dick in it.
“And,” said Valerie, reaching down, “you’ve got a much bigger dick than Henry.” She grabbed his dick through his boxers and he thought he was going to bust. “Why don’t you show him how to use it?”
James stood up and slowly slipped off his boxers, his member rock-hard, but before he could do anything, she had taken it in her mouth and was sucking it greedily, her head hanging off the edge of the bed.
He moaned as she sucked him off, reaching round to grab his hips, before pulling them back and forth until he was fucking her throat, his entire dick slipping into her mouth. She moaned as he slipped all the way in time after time getting closer and closer until he moaned and nutted in her mouth, wave after wave of jizz hitting the back of her throat, until he was spent.
He removed his dick and she rolled over to the front, and he watched as she looked Henry dead in the eye, opening her mouth to show him the load James had shot into his wife’s mouth. She ran her tongue through it and blew bubbles in it, which sat on her bright red lips, before swallowing it all in one dramatic motion.
“That’s all you’ve got, is it?” Sneered Henry. “Pathetic.”
“What you don’t realise about young men, Henry,” she said, “is that young men aren’t the one and done kind. Young men have the stamina to keep going. All. Night. Long.”
She ran her hands down over James’ shoulders and ran them across his face, his head laying back in her cleavage.
“Do you want to show him,” she whispered in his ear, “how to fuck me silly?”
Even though he had only cum a couple of minutes ago, James could feel himself getting a second wind. He stood and stared Henry dead in the eye, before climbing onto the bed and embracing Valerie.
