Only a few seconds of this synchronized entry led to her patent lustful full-bore behavior. Soon she was moaning maniacally and grunting beautifully as we filled her in tandem. The moans changed to commands as our orgasms grew and our cocks met in the middle, scraping her internal walls and magnifying her arousal exponentially with each thrust.
“Oh fuck!” she moaned. “That is so good! So full … Fuck me you bastards. Fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy. Oh Jesus!”
She was in another world. Full of cock and loving it. I’ve never seen her so intensely focused on an orgasm. As she neared another crashing crescendo all Jim and I could do was try not to come and continue to please her.
“Pull my hair, Jim! Pull my hair and fuck my ass! I want your big cock all the way up my tight ass! Oh Fuck! Oh God I’m coming! Oh fuck me! Pull my hair and fuck me hard!”
With that command Jim started pounding her ass. Slamming his cock in her and grunting as his balls bottomed out and slapped her tight little cheeks. I couldn’t move, all I could do was stab my dick in her and hold it there as he probed her ass and pulled her beautiful hair. She was screaming now, obscene demands for anal punishment and loads of cum in her ass. “Suck my fucking nipples!” she yelled at me. And then started the single most intense orgasm I’ve seen her have in 15 years of marriage.
She bucked, she convulsed, she screamed, and she started crying as I felt Jim’s buried shaft began pumping semen in her lubed and fucked ass. With that I lost my own load and added a considerable amount of cum to her now vise-like and cum-filled pussy. The single longest orgasm she or I have ever had finally subsided with her contractions nearly hurting my tired and emptied penis as Jim struggled to hold himself off her back.
We were sweaty, we were worn out, and we were very satisfied. I felt Jim lean down and kiss my wife in the small of her back before feeling his limp penis pull from her ass as he rolled off on the bed. She purred like a kitten and said to me very softly, “I love you … thanks for this.”
We fell asleep like that, then woke this morning to find Jim in the shower and late for work. He came out naked, toweling off, and said, “I would love to stay and play again but I have one more day of work before Thanksgiving.” He then leaned over, kissed Becky on the forehead, and said to me, “Thanks, man. That was amazing.”
Becky smiled at him and suggested, “I may be healed enough for another round in a month or so.”
“How about Christmas?” he said.