lust and desire and… yes, with love, too, he could see that. She rolled over onto her back, with her legs pulled up, knees to her breasts, and spread widely, lewdly, exposing the pink, passion soaked petals of her vagina to his eyes.
Roger rolled over, poised over her. He had to fuck her, and he had to fuck her now; if he didn't he was not only going to blow his wad, he was going to blow his Goddamned mind!
'Take it in your hand, baby,' he whispered fervently. 'Take my big cock in your hand and shove it up that tight little cunt of yours where Marc Cord's was this afternoon! Do it now, baby! Put it in, put it in!'
Her hand slipped down as she tossed and flung her body on the sweat-soaked bed and encircled his thick throbbing cock in her small fingers. She spread her legs and thighs ever wider apart as her fingers dug into the moist, slick surface of his shaft; and then she was guiding his prick toward the small, juicy hole of her vagina, using its bulbous, purplish head to part the pubic hair and full, fleshy lips of her cunt.
She gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of the rubbery glans against the damp, sensitive flesh. Roger flicked his hips slightly forward, and Diane felt a sharp little pain from the stretching pressure of his member at the tight entrance of her vaginal orifice.
'Ohhhhh!' she cried. 'Aaaaaaaggggghhhh!'
He pushed forward again as the gigantic crest forced its way into the tightly clenched elastic opening. Her hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost the full length of his tumescent rod in the folds of her cunt, sending it racing along the lubricated passage and into her belly until she felt his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smack solidly against the upturned cheeks of satin-soft ass.
'Ohhhhhh, Rogerrrrrr, Rogerrrrrr!' she wailed beneath him as he flexed his cock deep inside the tight flesh of her vaginal sheath, lurching the thick shaft another fraction of an inch deeper into her, then repeated the motion again, and again, each time raising moans of pain and joy from deep inside Diane. Soon, her vaginal slit became accustomed to his monstrous size, and the pain abated and there was nothing for her but joy, joy for the first time from the plunging cock of her husband, the man she loved.
Roger began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the walls of her pussy even more.
'Fuck me, Roger, fuck me, fucccccckkkkkk meeeeee!' she heard herself cry out, and the obscene words from her own lips caused her flailing buttocks to rotate even more insanely, to demand even harder thrusts from her husband's churning loins. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes, and her body reacted in kind, chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of his heavy, burgeoning cock burrow into her throbbing cunt.
Quickly, he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano that was his balls almost brimming over. Diane raised her widespread loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his every downward thrust as her passion-contorted face twisted wantonly with her desire.
Now Roger was slamming into her with demoniacal force, drawing his heavy cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath clasping at it hungrily, then plunging down again until his swollen balls slapped ruthlessly against the exposed, puckered ring of her asshole. The pressure was mounting, mounting, in his billowing sac, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming. He had never known a fucking like this, never, never, never! Oh God, she was beyond his wildest fantasies!
Diane began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, impaled on his rock-hard shaft, and rapturous little moans bubbled past her lips. She was so wild she was going to go out of her mind, she knew it, she knew it! She sucked at his tongue, buried half into her throat now, trying to milk it as her pussy was trying to milk his pistoning cock, and her legs raised even higher to receive his thundering manhood.
'I'm… I'm almost… there, darling!' Roger shouted in mindless ecstasy then, and she gurgled her agreement, her encouragement, her need around his tongue. She was almost there herself. She wanted to cum with him, co- mingle his juices with Marc's in her belly until she was consumed by nothing but lust-fire from within.
Roger increased his pace even more, deepening his thrust as she writhed wildly beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards. He knew by this that she was near orgasm, and he pounded, pounded, reveling the wet, slurping sounds which came to his ears from his pile-driving cock in her eagerly sucking cunt. He pressed his hands behind her knees and thrust them back hard against her breasts, until her head was framed between them, bringing the tableau of her magnificent crotch higher and wider open to his brutal plunges.
'Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!' Diane chanted under him as she felt her orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle. Her passion-contorted features were like a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft, innocent beauty.
Roger ground his cock hard and deep, faster, faster, into the tender sanctuary of her womb. He watched her breasts heave and quiver as a result of his pummeling, even saw their tiny nipples expand before his very eyes as she tossed her head wildly, crazily from side to side. And then she convulsed beneath him, her mouth opening wide around his penetrating tongue, and a cry of animal delight, of pagan rapture, tore from the core of her being.
'Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!'
As he continued to hammer into her, Roger felt her cunt walls secrete their warm gushes of wet sticky fluid around his plundering cock, inundating his shaft and his balls. She was cumming like he was sure she did with Marc Cord this afternoon! With renewed urgency, he thrust faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He felt her jerk, lurch, spasm wildly, the mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath spewing against his face in short, ragged gasps. And then he sensed his own hot, churning sperm race the length of his prick in incredible ecstasy, causing his body to tremble with palsied motion as his juices spurted from the opening in his cock far, deep, far, deep into her violently quivering recesses… it was a never-ending flow which caused her to moan in spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as her belly quaked with the unleashed pool of delectation he had emptied into her…
A long time later, an eternity later, the torrent ended and her own body relaxed. She let her legs fall limp around Roger as he collapsed forward on her, and her heart roared and pounded like the mighty crash of surf in her chest. Dear God, she had never known anything that good existed on the face of this earth! And she had thought she had been sexually awakened with Marc Cord! But that had only been the beginning, only the first unbinding of her physically chained body, for now, with the man she loved, with her husband Roger, she had experienced rapture beyond all mortal expectancy. Never, never, never had she ever in her wildest dreams thought sex would be this good, this wonderful!
After a while, Roger lifted his head and gazed into Diane's eyes. His own eyes were moist, and filled with satiation, with exhaustion, with… yes, with love. 'Diane,' he began, swallowing, 'Oh God, darling, that was… that was beyond belief!'
She kissed him gently, nibbling at his lower lip. 'Was it better than with… with Cindy Cord?' she inquired softly.
'God, yes! Oh Jesus Christ, you don't even have to ask!'
She kissed him again. 'You were better than Marc Cord, darling,' she said. 'Much, much better.'
'Do you mean that?'
'Oh yes, I mean it.' She moved her hand down along the sweat-slick surface of his buttocks to dip between them and gently rub the soft, resilient skin of his deflated balls.
'Diane… I love you, I really love you!' Roger blurted. 'I'm sorry for… for what happened last night, and for what happened with Cindy…'
'Shhhh,' she told him. 'Don't be sorry, Roger. Don't be. I'm glad it all happened. Up until just now, I… hated myself, but not now, not now. I'm glad I let Marc Cord fuck me and plant his seed deep inside me!'
'Y-you are?'
'Yes, dear,' Diane said. 'Don't you see? Somehow, letting a strange man touch me, use my body, shoot in me, awakened all the desires which I had unwittingly kept repressed so long inside me.'
'Something I couldn't do,' Roger said, with a trace of bitterness. 'Something your own husband couldn't accomplish in two years of marriage and love-making.'
'No, no, darling, that isn't it at all,' Diane said. 'It didn't have anything to do with you. What it was was me. I'd lived with my puritanical moral upbringing so long that I just couldn't change when I married, when it became all right for me to experience sexual desires. I still couldn't bring myself to let go. It took an affair, a morally forbidden affair, a lewd fucking with a man I hardly knew to open up this whole new wonderful world for me.'
Roger considered her words for a moment, and then he kissed the soft, smooth column of her throat
