“Your wife, baby, and I want you so bad.”
Dasia unbuttoned her blouse as she walked toward him, and her breasts stood firm and full. Seeing his enormous erection, Dasia raised her skirt and straddled him. She put her hands on his face and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”
Just then, the two began to kiss. First gently, and then with more passion. Stephen’s hands palmed his wife’s basketball-sized ass, kneading one cheek, then the other, then both at the same time.
Removing her blouse, she reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra. Her breasts, still full with milk, stood firm and hard. Her nipples saluted him. Stephen began to suck and hum as the sweet fluid ran into his mouth. Now he knew why his sons were always attached to her.
“Damn, this is so good.” He gulped heartily and then moved to the other titty so it wouldn’t feel neglected. Massaging her breasts, he didn’t care that his hands were covered with milk. She was his wife and he loved it.
Doing something she used to do before having children, Dasia reached toward her own breasts and began sucking.
“Aw shit, that’s what’s up!” Stephen drawled and then shook his head, watching his wife. “Um . . . um . . . um . . .”
While they took turns with her titties, Dasia began to grind her crotch against his dick. Her pussy was wet and she needed it filled. Getting up off him with her skirt still around her waist, she noticed she had left a pussy stain on his lap, but she didn’t care. She unzipped his BDUs, stuck her hand inside, and pulled out her husband’s assault weapon. It was hard, hot, heavy, thumping, and waiting for her. She knelt down in front of him and, from his angle, all he could see were big-ass titties and a fat pussy he was dying to get in. As if she were starving, Dasia took Stephen’s dick and made it disappear inside her hot, wet mouth. She knew how her husband liked to have his dick sucked and she liked to do it. Up and down, light, hard, rough, and commanding. She was ravaging his dick. The juices in her mouth began to run down his thick dick and she slurped them up. She liked sloppy oral sex and he loved it. Stephen continued to watch as she sucked, jacked, licked, hummed, and deep-throated him. Feeling his back arch, she realized that she was doing her job. Sucking harder, stronger, and pumping him, her mouth became even wetter and so did his dick. Stephen began to fuck her face and she gagged. Each time she gagged, she took his dick out of her mouth, spat on it, and put it back in to take more.
“Give it to me real nasty, baby,” Stephen demanded, and that she did.
He reached down and grabbed one of her titties, pulling it hard and pinching her nipples the way she liked. Despite the wetness, she didn’t stop him.
“Do that again. That feels so good,” she urged with a mouth full of dick.
Just when he was about to, Stephen became rigid. “Babe, I’m about to—”
Dasia knew what she was doing but didn’t move. Her wet mouth went farther down on his dick and Stephen felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—the back of her throat.
“Oh, shit!” he grunted. “Oh . . . god . . . damn . . . shit . . . girl!” Stephen’s body began to jerk. Between Dasia’s mouth and hand action, she worked to help bring up the milky white nut that he wanted to give her so badly. Always loving how he tasted in her mouth, Dasia gulped the backed-up love he’d had inside him. Even though some ran from her mouth, she used her fingers to ease it back in.
After his orgasm, Stephen wasn’t through. The thought of sex with his wife always brought up an instant erection. Even after cumming, he was ready to go again. He helped her up off her knees and placed her on her back on his desk. Expertly, he shoved her knees toward her shoulders and slid her bikinis to the side to get a look at her fat, hot, cream-centered pussy. It was trimmed neatly with an X that marked the spot. Stephen became aggressive and bit on his wife’s titty, hard, while he ran the tip of his dick up and down her center. Pushing for a moment at anything that would give way, he searched for an opening and finally found it. Dasia’s pussy welcomed him into the warm, deep wetness of her mocha tsunami.
“Baby, this shit is so tight. Goddamn, girl!” He stroked her deeper, then long and steady. “You’re so wet. I love this shit!”
Opening her legs, Dasia wanted more and commanded, “Deeper.”
Stephen grabbed her and pulled her toward the edge of the desk, pushing her back on his files, her knees at her chin. He did as his wife asked, and went deeper. Stephen’s dick was lodged in his wife’s stomach and jackhammered her pussy, giving her pleasured pain.
The two found a hard fuck rhythm and rode it like he was headed off on a tour with the navy reserves. She needed his reserves in her pussy. Stephen dug into the deepest part of her ocean and Dasia moaned loudly. The deeper he went, the louder she became. He didn’t care who heard them. This was a long time coming. He was pounding so hard, knocking the bottom out of her pussy, that he was surprised she was taking his dick as hard as he gave it. He knew she could do it, but there was just something different about it this time. Her pussy craved his dick and she told him with each stroke. He hit it faster and harder, then removed it from its home and rammed it back into her repeatedly. The sound of their fuck juices was in the air. Stephen continued to fuck his wife for the next fifteen minutes, and nearing the sixteenth minute, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body shook. She grabbed his shoulders and held on to his muscular body as she came all over his dick. Stephen felt a warm gush of sticky wetness cover his dick, and her hard pussy contractions forced him to erupt.
“Damn, baby,” Stephen called out, thrusting into her deeper, squeezing out another round of reserves deep inside of her to the point of no return.
Afterward, he lay atop her on his desk. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, not wanting to break their connection. Their breathing was still accelerated. They heard a commotion in the main area of the precinct and Stephen moved his head.
“Damnit!” he exclaimed, and reluctantly took himself out of his wife.
She got up off the desk and readjusted her clothing. With a smile on each of their faces, they kissed good-bye and Stephen promised that he’d be home soon.
• • •
Two months later, Dasia sat behind the microphone at WSB-TV and smiled into the camera, delivering Atlanta’s local news. On the set, Stephen watched her and smiled. After she was done, they would leave to pick up the kids from daycare and drop them off at her mother’s for the weekend. He’d made reservations for a weekend getaway at Chateau Elan and they were both looking forward to it. Unfortunately, it took another woman’s misfortune for Dasia to appreciate what she had, but Stephen finally understood how Dasia felt and realized how important communication was. He promised that she’d always know he wanted her, despite what unexpected turns life may throw at them.
Intimate Strangers
Michelle Janine Robinson
It was hard to believe that either of them had any fluids left. After meeting at a bar the night before, they had talked, flirted, and drank martinis until they decided that the finger fuck he was pleasuring her with behind the bar might actually get them thrown out; especially when she realized her cum juice had found its way to the barstool on which she sat. Not only could she feel it, but she could smell it . . . and so could he.
They checked into a nearby hotel and fucked feverishly until dawn. Two hours later he was back for more. Even though he was half asleep, his hard cock was insistently poking at her thigh and once again she was lubricated by his fiery intentions. She moaned at the prospect of his cock once again being buried deep inside her and reached down and grabbed a handful, insistent that he fuck her immediately.
“Hmmm baby, I love a woman that takes control,” he murmured with the thickness of sleep still in his voice.