“Oh, yes, Kyle,” she groaned. “That’s what it was like – and his cock was like an iron bar!”
I pulled her hand to the front of my trousers and she said – “Yes – it was hard – like that! I wanted to take it out and feel it in my mouth!” She hurriedly opened the front of my trousers and released my throbbing erection. With a groan, she dropped her head, and her lips enclosed it in their velvety warmth. Her tongue ran up and down the inflamed glans.
“Shut your eyes and pretend it’s Donald,” I muttered, fiercely, straining my hips upwards to force even more of its rigid length into Joan’s willing mouth. My hands were mauling her breasts mercilessly, and she was making strange little noises in the back of her throat. Her hand was now teasing the root of my cock, her lips running sensuously up and down the walls.
“It’s Donald’s big hard cock in your mouth and Donald’s rough hands on your naked tits,” I whispered in her ear, as her head bobbed up and down over my straining crotch.
“And when you’ve sucked him off and swallowed his load,” I went on, “Donald’s going to push you down on the bed and rip off your panties and spread your legs wide and – fuck you – and fuck you – and fuck your sopping cunt until you beg for mercy… “
As my mind conjured up the scene – Joan, naked, legs spread wide, writhing in ecstasy as Donald plunged his cock into her again and again – I couldn’t hold back any longer and I pumped jet after jet of sperm into Joan’s wet, warm mouth.
For a while, I was transposed out of my world into a galaxy where shooting stars darted, exploding, across an inkjet sky. My whole being was concentrated on the vibrant galactic release taking place inside my wife’s welcoming lips, then, gradually, a great peace descended, and my head fell back.
My grip on Joan’s breasts relaxed, but I couldn’t let go – I never wanted to let go. Joan didn’t move. Her head was still in my lap, my now flaccid cock still between her lips, her hand still gently pumping its base.
I stroked her hair and, unbelievably, felt my penis twitch. I thought about what Joan had said, earlier, and my cock twitched again, and began to stiffen. She said she wanted to hear, again, what the removal men had wanted to do to her. I thought back to that overheard conversation – to Ray, who wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind, holding her tits in his hands – and Mike, who wanted to fuck her standing up, his hands holding her bottom cheeks – to Louie, who had actually taken his chance and squeezed her delicious butt globes…
I felt Joan’s fingers tighten on me as she sensed my cock begin to swell again.
“Do you want to hear about the removal men, again?” I whispered. Joan’s fingers tightened convulsively and her head rose. She buried her face in my chest.
“Ooooh, yes, please,” she breathed, against my chest. “Let’s go upstairs – I’ve waited so long – tell me everything they said… everything they wanted to do…”
Chapter 4 – The Homeward Journey
We hardly slept, at all, that night. Of course, we fucked like crazy, but we also spent hours and hours, talking – sharing all the things we had been too nervous and scared to confide in each other before. We talked about our experiences before we had met each other – mainly teen fumbles which now seemed terribly exciting, in recollection – and our most secret fantasies, dark areas of our minds which we had concealed from each other, up to now, for fear of offending, or upsetting, each other.