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“Lose them panties,” I said next, slipping out of my sweats, then dropping my boxers. I stroked my erection in my hand. Watched as she watched it glide in and out of my hand.
“What in the world’s gotten into you today,” she said, only hesitating briefly before slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her pink cotton panties.
“Nothing. I want my wife,” is all I said.
A moment later, her panties were fluttering to the floor. And she was spreading her legs. Surprisingly, her pussy was already glistening wet.
God, I loved fucking my wife. That was the truth. I wanted it from the back. Wanted to feel her pussy ripple along the length of my dick as I pushed and pulled, in and out. Wanted to see her ass pulled apart and her asshole puckered while I fucked her doggy-style.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
Ass up, facedown, she did.
“God, I love you,” I said, my voice low and reassuring. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
I inched up behind her. Smoothed my hands over the globes of her ass, then spread her cheeks open. My mouth watered at the sight of her asshole. I wanted to lap it, delve my tongue deep inside it. But restrained myself. Licking her asshole at that moment—right after having that bizarre discussion—probably would have sent her mind reeling into overdrive with all types of crazy homophobic scenarios. The last thing I wanted, or needed, was my wife thinking I was some down low motherfucker. Or that I might be curious to find out how the other side got down.
I know my wife. Once something gets planted inside her head, that’s what it is. Doesn’t matter if it’s real or all made up in her little imagination. If she thinks it happened, then it did. And she loves to talk. Okay, all right…gossip is more like it. Krista can spend hours on the phone yapping about any-and-everything. No topic is off limits when it comes to her running her mouth. I could see her clear as day. On the phone or up on Facebook posing the same question to her girlfriends, sisters, and Facebook followers as to their thoughts on a man—her husband. Me—asking to have his ass licked, or for wanting his prostate stimulated. I could see all the bashing and obnoxious likes and comments going on in my head and wanted no parts of it.
So I settled my gaze on her tight, puckered hole instead, licking my lips. Then closed my eyes and imagined having another woman in back of me, her tongue probing my ass, her fingertips caressing my nut sac while I seesawed my way in and out of Krista’s pussy, her juices soaking my dick.
I pulled out. Slapped her on the ass. Told her to get on her back. Then I spread her legs, and buried my head between her legs. “Mm, yeah, baby.” I lapped at her juicy pussy and sank my tongue between her slick, swollen folds. I tongue-fucked her and teased her clit.
I loved the sight of my wife’s wet pussy. Loved the taste of it. Loved the feel of it. Loved the smell of it. She knew it then. And she knows it now.
But that night, I was on a mission. And my only focus was on pleasuring her, allowing my own desires to go untouched as I always did with Krista. It was about Krista, as it always is with me pleasing her. And getting her to forget any silly notion of me being suspect to anything that she might have possibly conjured up in the back of her pretty little head was all that mattered.
I didn’t need her trying to compare me to her sister’s husband, Herbie, or any other dude who had a thing for other dudes in wigs and lip gloss.
I lapped harder. Tongued deeper. Sucked longer. And, then Krista cried out again, her hands gripping the sides of my head. “Yes, yes, yes…ooh, oooh, oooh…”
“Get that nut, baby,” I urged. Seconds later—thighs shaking, body quaking, she climaxed, drenching my face. Then, without another word, I lifted her legs up and plunged into her with a quick force that had her gasping for air, and me groaning out her name.
Her pussy clenched. Legs wrapped around me, arm around my neck; she held onto to me as I fucked her hard. My fingers dug into her ass, massaging and kneading, holding her open as I pounded into her wetness.
Through gritted teeth, she grumbled, “Ohgod, yes! Yes! It feels—”
I leaned over her, covered my mouth over hers.
I stayed still inside of her for a moment, enjoying the clutch, and the feel of her satiny walls. Krista’s eyes shut, then fluttered open. “Oh, baby, you feel so good inside of me.”
“I know I do,” I murmured, my dick basking in her inner heat. Slowly, I pumped, my mind drifting to fantasies of her tongue…any tongue, probing me.
“Do you want your ass licked?”
I closed my eyes tight, fighting to block out her voice.
“I’d divorce you…”
I nuzzled my sweaty face against her. Nipped at her ear. “You feel so good, baby. So tight and hot…Krista.”
My mouth brushed teasingly along her neck. I pulled all the way out, then sunk my teeth into the column of her neck and sucked as I plunged my dick back in deep, again. Krista gasped. Cried out.
“Oh, yes, baby…yesssss!”
My hips rocked against hers, my movements grew faster, each stroke brushing up against her clit.
I took her pussy, claimed it. Stole it. Fucked it deep. And fast. And slow.
