Shadows of Desire

Tom was trying to line himself up with her back entrance. Between her natural lubrication, Chris’s leftover mess, the spit on Tom’s erection, and Emily’s arousal relaxing her, he finally managed to get the tip in. She took a deep breath.

Little by little, with a lot of patience, more of Tom slid into her backside. She was panting, adjusting to him—he was bigger than me, no question. After a few minutes, he’d worked a good portion in and started moving, thrusting in and out. Emily’s mouth watered from the overwhelming sensation while Mark, still underneath her, played with her breasts and licked them.

Good thing we’re always prepared for these unexpected moments.

Tom’s strength started fading, so Emily told him to lie down too. He pulled out of her backside and complied. She went down on him again to get him slick, then straddled him, determined to take it all this time. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself until Tom’s entire length disappeared inside her.

She started moving up and down cautiously until she got the hang of it, picking up speed. Mark had pulled away by then, and she switched to going down on him until he cum in her mouth. Tom was still in play.

The lubrication was wearing off, so she paused again to lick Tom’s erection and reposition herself. This time, she was the one losing steam, but not before another orgasm hit her. Her body tightened, squeezing everything inside, amplifying the feeling of him. Seizing the moment, Tom took over, moving himself and pushing her to the edge—tears welled up in her eyes until he finally climaxed. Emily let out a deep breath and slid off him.

It seemed his release had gone too deep to come out right away, but it’d definitely left her stretched—about the size of a quarter. She collapsed onto her side on the ground, eyes closed, sweaty and exhausted, trying to recover. A couple of minutes later, it started trickling out, sliding down her skin. She was drenched and done, ready to head home and rest—but that wasn’t my plan.

On the way back, she rested in the car. When we pulled up to the house, I threw out one of our occasional challenges. She got out in just her thong and hoodie, unlocked the door, and headed inside. She wanted a shower, but I stopped her. I pulled her close for a deep, passionate kiss, then laid her on the bed. I pushed her thong aside and slipped my fingers into her—still slick and messy from earlier, a mix of fluids and her own. I was ready to go, no waiting.

She calmed me down and offered to go down on me instead, an offer I couldn’t refuse. There she was, kneeling by the bed, taking me in her mouth, savoring it, licking, and working it all in—one of the best feelings in the world. I couldn’t hold back anymore; I needed her. I got her flat on the bed, stripped off my clothes, and peeled off her hoodie. She still had the thong on, so I pushed it aside again and slid into her already wet, open warmth.

It went in all at once—usually, I feel her walls give way, but not this time. There was just this intense heat wrapping around me. I started thrusting in missionary, kissing her softly, tenderly, while she wrapped her arms around me and whispered how much she loved me. I glanced down and saw faint white traces at the base—remnants from earlier being pushed out.

Her legs locked around my waist, tightening with each pulse as she climaxed again. Every throb was a squeeze, and I loved knowing she was enjoying it too—it’s always been a priority for me. We switched positions.
I wanted to try her backside. Was it still that open? Only one way to find out.

She slid off the bed, leaning her torso over it, offering herself up to me. Using her own wetness, I eased in. At first, I felt that familiar tight ring—her sphincter—then it gave way, and I slid all the way in. It wasn’t hard; Tom had already paved the way. After just three or four thrusts, I barely felt the walls anymore—his size had made the difference.

I moved slowly, gently, sliding in and out with no resistance, kissing her back, running my hands over her body, savoring every inch of my beautiful, beloved wife—her skin, her hair, her curves, everything. Finally, I cum inside her, the second load she’d taken there that night.

We climbed onto the bed, spent—her more than me. She hugged me tight and gave me another kiss. After a few minutes, we showered together, where she went down on me again, coaxing out a little more. Then we crashed back into bed. Before drifting off, she murmured that we should call Daniel…