3 comments/ 29273 views/ 17 favorites Tom's Son By: Loansum It made no sense at all to Suzanne. Yesterday Tom's son told her to be at this broken down apartment complex in this bad Memphis neighborhood. He said it when she was naked on the floor of the maintenance room of the church. The young man had just sprayed cum all over her face. He then made this married white woman suck the rest of the juice from his big black cock. He told her to meet him the next day and she had agreed. She would have agreed to anything at that moment. She knew that this was a bad idea. No respectable white married woman should ever be in this part of Memphis and certainly not alone. She thought about the movie with Sandra Bullock, The Blind Side, because this was the same neighborhood that was in the movie. Yet here she was. It had been the same way when she followed his father's instructions from the note he left her yesterday at church. Suzanne had known what old Tom was going to do to her again when she read his note. But she went to his dirty office in the back of the church and let him fuck her again. So here she was the next morning, following the orders of his 19 year old teen son who had already forced his man sized black cock down her throat just yesterday. She understood what would happen if she came here. But she showed up and now her eyes searched for the number on the small multi-family house in this broken down black neighborhood. Pulling up in front of the house the attractive wife took a deep breath and got out of her car and walked to the door. There was no doorbell so she knocked on the battered metal door which was decorated with spray painted graffiti. There was no answer. She rapped harder and waited. The thought of going back to the security of the car never entered her mind. She waited and then knocked one more time. Finally the door opened and the young man from yesterday stood there in a pair of sweat pants and no shirt. "Who the fuck are you," he asked as his eyes looked at her body and not your face. For this meeting she decided to wear a summer dress with a flimsy bra, thong and open toed heels. "You told me to come here," was all she could get out of her mouth. "When did I say that," he demanded as if he had no idea what this was all about. Suzanne's eyes were on his muscular black chest and the prominent bulge in his sweats that made her tingle all over. "Yesterday in your father's office at the church," was her response. He kept her standing there on the front step as she explained why she had come. "Oh, yea, you were that white married cunt he was fucking. You sucked my cock too didn't you, bitch?" he asked. A wave of humiliation washed over her as he interrogated this respectable white wife at his front door. He waited for her answer. He remained silent. He did not open the door to allow her to come in. "Yes, I was with your Dad and then you came in," Suzanne breathed out through trembling lips. "You were naked and being fucked and then he told you to suck my cock," he said looking into her eyes. "Yes, and then you told me I had to come here to see you today," she whined. "Okay, I guess I remember you. You crawled across the floor to suck my cock, didn't you" he said. "Yes, Sir," she said with her eyes cast down at the brick steps she was standing on. "If I let that white ass of yours in my house, you know what's going to happen don't you?" 'Yes, Sir, I know," was her barely audible reply with the confession he forced from her. Here she was, a respectable married white woman standing on the steps of this broken down ghetto house and asking to be used by this young black man. Yet she knew why she was there and the questioning and humiliation of being made to wait and answer him just increased her arousal. The way he was treating and degrading her had the effect of igniting her deepest needs. "So you want to come in here so I can fuck you and use that white body until I decide I'm done with you?" he said in a voice that demanded an answer. "Yes, I want that. Please let me in," she begged. All pride and self-esteem was gone. He had broken this beautiful suburban housewife in just a few minutes. She needed him. She needed whatever he was going to do to her. That is why she came to him. "Just so you know, bitch, I am going to cum deep inside your married cunt and I won't wear anything on my black cock. Cum is going to flood that white cunt and I don't care if you get knocked up or not; understand?" Just hearing those words made Suzanne's nipples hard. Her cunt dripped with juice. Every nerve was on fire and she was visibly trembling. Just saying these words increased her need to have him inside her. "Oh, oh, please," she gasped and moaned. Her body shook while she stood there in front of him. "Say the words, cunt. Tell me you understand that you could get knocked up when I fuck you," he demanded. "I understand. I could get pregnant when you cum inside of me." Tears were running down her cheeks as the humiliated wife admitted to him that she knew what could happen today. But she desperately needed to enter that house and cared nothing for consequences. "Can I come inside, please," she repeated her plea. "Maybe you can, but you need to know that I am going to call up a couple friends. They will come by and fuck you too. You have no choice at all if you come in. They will also dump cum inside your cunt. You need to tell me that you know all of us will fuck your white body," he said smiling down at Suzanne. The humiliation was overwhelming. Just this morning she had kissed her husband goodbye as he left for work. Then she showered and dressed and drove here to see Tom's young son. Here she stood outside his door on his front steps. She was admitting to him that he could do anything to her. He was telling her how he was going to have his friends use her too. They were all were going to pump cum into her unprotected cunt. He made her admit her needs and acceptance. "Yes, you can all have me," she whispered to him through trembling lips. He looked at the dress she wore which had large buttons all the way up the front. The bottom two buttons were purposely opened to show off her legs. She liked the way he looked at her. It was like he owned her. She knew he thought of her as just a piece of property to use and then discard. "Unbutton all the buttons and show me your body," he demanded. "Please let me come in and I will do whatever you want," she pleaded. Suddenly, he slammed the door shut and Suzanne was facing the ugly metal door covered in graffiti. An audible gasp exited her lips as she groaned. Panic set in. She had no idea what to do. Then she began to knock on the door. But this time there was nothing timid about the knocking. Her knuckles rapped hard on the metal and turned to pounding. She was filled with desperation. The door finally opened after a few minutes. "Last chance, white slut, open that dress right now or go the fuck home. I don't have time to argue with some whore wife," he snarled. With shaking hands she found the large buttons and started to undo each button as he watched. "You ever wear this dress to church, whore?" he asked. "Yes, I do," she told him as two more buttons opened. "Do you wear those same thin panties to church?" "No," she gasped as the last button came free. She opened the dress and stood in front of him so exposed and humiliated. "Tell me why your nipples are so long and hard, little Miss Church Wife?" he asked as his eyes were on her full tits and nipples. The nipples were apparent through the sheer bra. Immediately she thought to say it was a chilly morning or the material of the dress rubbed again them. But she knew that the door could slam closed again and he might never open it. She knew the game of trying to avoid answering his demeaning questions had come to an end. So Suzanne stood on his steps with that dress unbuttoned and wide open for this young man. He was looking at her like some street whore before he decided if she was acceptable to enter his home. The white wife knew she would admit all her needs to this young black man so he would let her inside. He would call his friends to take turns using and degrading her. She was desperate to be used that way. "I'm so aroused. I need you to take me. That's why I came here," she confessed truthfully. There was a catch in her throat when she said it and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Take the dress off and hand it to me now," he said as his eyes bored into Suzanne. As if on auto pilot, her hands pulled the open fabric back and off her shoulders. It glided down her arms to her hands. Looking up she handed the garment through the half opened doorway. Standing almost naked on the steps and looking up at her black teen tormentor, she waited. He took the dress and threw it on the floor behind him. Then, she dropped her hands to her sides; she wanted him to see her exposed body. She wanted him to open the door. "The bra," he said simply as his hand extended out from the door opening. "Oh, please," the humiliated wife gasped as he said the words. But her hands were behind her back and unsnapping the bra. The sheer bra dropped down her arms and almost fell onto his outstretched hand. He took it and threw it over his shoulder. She stood still and held her breath. Then the door swung open and young Tom was standing there with no shirt and an obvious bulge under his sweat pants. Not waiting any longer, Suzanne climbed the two steps and walk through the door. It quickly slammed shut. Stopping in the hallway she looked at him. "Panties off," he said with his arms crossed on his well-muscled chest. Her hands went to the sheer material and then began pulling them down her trembling thighs. Leaving the panties on the floor she stepped out of them. All she wore now was a pair of heeled sandals. "On your knees, cunt," he barked, watching her drop to her knees. His hands found her hair. He was dragging her to his hard cock under the loose sweats he wore. Needing no order from him she pulled his shorts down to release the cock. This is what led her to his door. It sprung free and the white wife's hand immediately was on the hard shaft and pulling it to her mouth. "Please," the aroused, desperate slut gasped. Yes, she knew what she was and why she was there. Her lips encircled him as her tongue swirled around the huge cock head. His hips flexed and forced more into that hungry mouth. His hand was on her head but this time it was firmly gripping her hair and pulling her down on his big black cock. It pushed against her throat. "Is that what you came here for, slut," he laughed down this crazed wife. "You need to suck some black dick?" With his steel hard cock driving in and out of Suzanne's mouth, she could only nod her reply. But he released the hair and began rubbing his wet heavy cock all over her face. He began to slap her face back and forth with that black cock. Keeping her mouth opened, her tongue attempted to taste him when his cock rubbed across her opened lips. His hand reached to the table beside him and grabbed his cell phone. He hit a button and smiled as he waited for someone to answer. "Hey, Ty, get some guys and get your black ass over here. I have this naked married white whore over here sucking my cock. She wants some brothers to use her white cunt. Isn't that right, Cunt," he said. Looking down at her he held the phone close to Suzanne's face. "Yes, I want it," she said with a trembling voice as her face dropped down again on his huge hard meat. "Okay, this bitch ain't goin' no place for a few hours. Not 'til we all done with her ass," he said laughing as the naked wife's face bobbed up and down on his hard meat. Suzanne heard him talking about her like she was just any street slut they could use and discard. That thought ran through her mind and then her body and she moaned around his fat cock. She needed to be treated like this. She craved being just a piece of disposable fuck meat for him. She wanted them all to take her. She craved being humiliated by them as they deposited cum inside her body. She was on fire. She knew they cared nothing for her and would just use her married body for their own pleasure. She also knew that if they wanted her again, she would come here again. Her thighs were wet from the juices flowing from her cunt. She knew her deep addiction and was powerless when faced with the force of it. He hung up the phone and pulled her up and off his cock. She looked up at the nasty teen and was panting from her arousal. Still using his fist in her hair, he dragged her to the living room and pushed her face down over the padded arm at the end of the couch. Her thighs were up against the arm and her head fell forward and came to rest on the couch cushion. His hand was at her opening and then she felt his fat black cock push into the wet slit. With a hard flex of his hips, he buried his cock fully into her. "Oh, God, it hurts," she screamed as his long, full black dick was totally buried inside her. He put his big hands on her hips and gripped her tight. His cock pulled back and forced itself forward again. His powerful young body slapped into her from behind. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned as he picked up his pace and used long deep strokes into her welcoming body. "Is that what you wanted, bitch," he snarled down at her. "I want it, I want it, Oh please, please," she cried out as she was fast approaching her orgasm. "Well look what we have here," someone said as he walked into the room. Suzanne could see this other big black teen standing at the end of the sofa watching Tom's boy hammering her so hard. "This tight married cunt loves black dick," Tom said to him. That did it for Suzanne as she screamed out a thunderous orgasm. The black teen rode her brutally hard and the other black had dropped his sweat pants and moved his cock to her face. Reaching up with one hand, she took the big cock and stroked it as she continued to moan and scream from her gripping climax. But Tom had not cum yet and continued to pound the white wife from behind. "Suck it you whore," Tom yelled down at her and she pulled the other hard dick into her mouth. This day had just begun for Suzanne. Tom's Story The room was dark when Tom opened his eyes. The only light he could see was from the numbers in red shining from the digital clock on the bed stand. 4:30. The darkness inside and out of the room convinced him it must be A.M. Was it the sound of the front door closing that woke him? His focus shifted to the sounds of footsteps on the stairs then to the electric sensation of his hard cock being pressed against his own flesh by the satin material that his wife had put on him just before she had left some 10 hours ago. The sound of his wife's voice, sweet and husky, floated across the room. "Honey, I'm home." A dark shape formed in the doorway of the master bedroom. Suddenly, the light from the lamp on her dresser, turned on by Kathleen to its lowest setting, eliminated the darkness. 30 plus years of marriage hadn't stopped his lust for her, and tonight was no exception. Through slotted eyes Kathleen came into focus, and what he saw made his cock jump. The outfit she had dressed in before she left was only partially in place. Gone was the royal blue satin shelf bra that put her breasts on such enticing display by the scoop neck of the black cocktail dress. Now her large, milky white tits all but hung out of the front of the dress, her nipples full and thick, the exposed flesh covered with splotchy red markings and what appeared to be a splattering of drying fluids. The black stockings she had put on with such care were now displaying a combination of runs and holes that were silent testimony to the abuse they had suffered through the night. But Kathleen's face showed no sign of suffering. It glowed with happiness, even if her hair was mussed, with strands clumped together with dried cum. And her makeup showing streaks, especially her lipstick smeared around slightly puffy lips. But her blue eyes were sparkling and the pride she felt from her evening's activities was obvious. As Kathleen swayed across the floor toward him, her pretty feet still encased in the elegant black fuck me pumps, Tom heard her say " Honey, I need your help. My feet are all sticky. Would you be a dear and clean them up for me? I'll tell you your favorite kind of bedtime story if you do." With that Tom noticed Kathleen's bra and panties were dangling from her hand. Kathleen's eyes followed Tom's and she raised the undergarments as she said "And I do have another little chore for you, since you are so skilled in hand washing my most delicate things." Followed by her sultry voice saying "Oh, and did I tell you? I bought the cutest little apron for you to wear while your hands are busy in the sink caressing my soiled garments in the warm, soapy water. We wouldn't want you to get splashed by anything gooey or sticky, now would we? Even if all you're wearing is the apron." With that, Kathleen turned and sat in the overstuffed chair set in the corner of the bedroom. She dropped the bra and panties next to the chair, looked directly at her husband and simply pointed to the floor between her feet. Tom slowly crawled out of bed and walked across the space separating them. As he did, Kathleen's eyes took in the sight of her husband wearing nothing but the raspberry colored satin g-string she had bought just for him. Her smile lit up the room. "You do know that it's not that your meat isn't big enough to please me," she said eyeing the satin pouch's struggle to contain her husband's swollen cock, "Because you do know how you satisfied me for many years of our marriage. It's just that now I need something different. And a lot of it." As he listened to Kathleen speak, Tom sank to his knees in front of his wife, lifted up her left foot still encased in the elegant, Italian shoe which he slowly slid from her foot. As he did he was fully aware of how the shoe slid from her foot, as if it were greased, which in a way it was. Then the odor hit him. A powerfully pungent, yet very familiar odor – A smell that sent an electric surge through his body that seemed to end by driving the surge directly to his cock. "Some of the boys were still hot when I knew I couldn't take any more cock" She was saying. "So I let them jack off all over my feet while I told them exactly how I was going to have them cleaned up after the boys were done. I'd tell you just how thrilling it is for young men to hear a woman like me tell them its okay to blow their loads all over her feet because she is going to have her husband lick and suck up every drop of their cum when she gets home, but I think you'll be able to tell just how much it excited them by how much of a mess your needing to clean" Tom's tongue was already out and slowly licking the bottom of her foot, through the stocking, from heel to toe. Kathleen took the shoe and held it so that Tom could look into it as he was sucking the cum from between her toes. Her smoky hot voice said "Let's not forget the treat inside the shoes, too" as she pointed to the globs of white, sticky ball snot waiting for his attention. After Tom was done cleaning both her feet and shoes to Kathleen's satisfaction, she said "Now it's time for your reward, dear. Please stand up and move over in front of the full length mirror." The mirror she referred to was mounted on the wall beside the bed. It was the mirror that Kathleen had Tom put up after she realized how much she and her lovers liked watching her in unbridled lust. "Well Honey, now it's time for your reward. You get to jack off for me as I tell you the events of the night. So let's get started." Tom found himself staring into the mirror, just as Kathleen had instructed. The raspberry colored "pussy sack", as some of Kathleen's lovers called her g-strings, was no longer able to contain Tom's cock, which was sticking straight out from between his legs, and pointed directly at the image in the mirror. Kathleen had risen from the chair, where she dropped the dress from her body, and slipped her now saliva covered feet back into her shoes and walked over to her husband. "I wanted to put my shoes back on because I know how you love what the heels do for the shape of my ass." she purred. "Just like the boys did, sweetie." Kathleen went on. "Well when I left, we both thought I was simply going out on a date with Paul. It's so much fun to take him to dinner and watch the reaction of the people around us who were trying to guess what our relationship was, especially the other women my age. They see my wedding ring and the difference in our age, and at first assume he's my son. But not for long. For it doesn't take long for Paul to have me blushing with lust from his wicked descriptions of what he will do with me after dinner. And by the time I've paid the server and we stand to leave there's no doubt in the mind of anyone observing us just what is going on between us. And if there is, watching us walk out of the restaurant with Paul's hand on my ass, with his index finger pointed directly down the crack, and my hand squeezing his substantial cock, left a vision no one could interpret as anything other than what it was. A married woman ready to be fucked by a boy young enough to be her son" By now, Tom is slowly stroking his meat with Kathleen standing beside him smiling into Tom's lust glazed eyes reflected in the mirror. She slowly drops her eyes down to Tom's crotch, pouts and says "Oh honey, it looks so dry. Here, give me your hand." Kathleen takes her husband's hand and pulls it between her legs and uses it to wipe herself from her very swollen clit to the top of her ass crack, soaking Tom's hand with still warm cunt juice and sperm. "There dear" she says with a big smile, "now wrap your hand around your dick and fuck your fist just like it was my warm pussy." Tom hears a throaty chuckle come from his wife as he does as he's told. "Well honey," she continued, "As Paul and I drove back to his frat house, or more correctly as Paul drove our car and I sucked his dick, he told me that their house mom was away for the night, and he wondered if I might want to fill in for her. And I think you know my answer. So before I know it, there I was in Paul's frat house room with nothing on but my heels, stockings, garter belt and pearls. Oh, and of course my wedding ring – there to remind me of the love we have for each other." She holds her left hand up in front of Tom's face to show him the sparkling diamond ring he knows so well, only to see it too is covered in sticky jizz. "And the room was filled with young men, some even with their young, chirpy co-ed dates, either watching me service their fellow frat members, or being serviced." She wiggled the fingers of her still upraised hand and said, "One of the boys was laughing about what a married slut I was as he fucked my mouth, and when he came, he pulled out of my mouth and had me jerk his load out onto my ring while I told him just how much I loved cheating on my husband." Tom was reaching the point of no return, and they both knew it. Tom's hand was a blur around his cock as Kathleen pressed herself against the mirror, causing her tits to flatten against the glass as she arched her hips backward toward her husband. "You've been such a good boy, tonight you get to cum all over my big round ass. Come on dear, think of all the boys who fucked your wife like a dog, and a very good dog at that," now her voice thickened with lust "And spray your load right down the crack of my ass, so when you're done I get to feel your tongue scoop it all up." And he did. And Tom will never forget hearing Kathleen's soft voice so close to his ear that he could feel the hot moisture of her breath, say, just before they fell into a deep sleep, "Every day I'm thankful for your love. The love of a fully committed cuckold." Tom's Story Eganville, North Carolina was the kind of small town where everybody pretty much knew everybody else. It was safe and quiet...boring some folks would say but for a lot of residents it was the way the Country used to be, and they liked that. Tom and Arlene had known each other since kindergarten and began dating in high school. In 1970, when they were both 19, they married. Tom had surprised most everyone when he decided not to carry on working with his Dad at the family hardware store but went to work with Mr. Harding as an apprentice electrician. Arlene had always been good at math and worked in the accounts department at the local supermarket. In 1976 Tom applied for a job with Deacon Electrical in Detroit and was offered the position. It was a big move for the couple but they were determined to adjust to life in a big city. Arlene soon found work at a supermarket very close to their apartment and could walk to work in ten minutes. There were no children and they soon built a network of friends and became comfortable with city life. Tom's job required him to spend time away from home depending on out-of-town contracts and sometimes he was only home on weekends for several weeks at a time. Although she missed Tom, Arlene was seldom lonely; she had Vanessa upstairs in 302 and they went to the movies a lot. Life in the city also exposed them to things they would never see or hear in Eganville and they realised how 'small town' they were in many ways. Arlene saw the prostitutes dressed so provocatively and the adult movie theatres downtown and was fascinated by what she saw. She would question Vanessa about what these girls did for how much and about the movies and wanted all the details despite being disgusted by it all. Tom's eyes were opened to the whole new world of sexual 'guy talk' among the men on the job and became increasingly curious about their conversations concerning cock sucking, eating pussy, anal sex, lesbians and bisexuals etc. Tom and Arlene had never been sexually adventurous and their lovemaking was routine and repetitive. Arlene seemed almost indifferent to sex and never initiated it. Tom had been content to bounce on top of her for a few minutes until he ejaculated but now, after listening to his colleagues he thought about putting some of what he had heard into practise. He got home late one Friday night after being away all week and after a shower her walked into the living room naked with a strong erection. Arlene looked at him and headed down the hall to the bedroom. She undressed and lay on the bed and waited for Tom to mount her. Instead he lowered his head between her legs and touched her pussy with his tongue. She immediately pulled away, "What are you doing?" she shrieked. I want to lick you there, the guys at work talk about it all the time, they say you will enjoy it," Tom replied. "I've heard of such things from Vanessa. It's what those men do with prostitutes and it's disgusting." Needless to say there was no amorous activity that night. Their life settled back to its usual pattern and although Tom occasionally tried over the years to interest his wife in different aspects of sex, cunnilingus, fellatio and anal, she remained firm in her disapproval of such activities to Tom's growing frustration. Secretly he fantasized about watching her with another man but he dared never mention that. The man he had in mind was very well hung and she would suck his huge cock before he spread her legs and tongued her pussy until it was sopping wet with excitement. Tom would watch as the man rubbed his massive erection over her pussy lips and clit then force his way inside and fuck her until she screamed from one climax to another and pleaded for more in a wild sexual frenzy. The man would finish by filling her pussy full of cum or jerking off all over her face and into her mouth. On some occasions Tom would imagine her being fucked in the ass and this gave him very strong masturbatory ejaculations. He loved Arlene very much however, and tried to put his sexual desires and fantasies to the back of his mind and get on with their otherwise good life together. The internet came into Tom's life about the time Arlene began a lengthy and difficult menopause. Their sex life dwindled to nothing and Arlene seemed content with that. Tom began searching porn sites and found an outlet for his desires in watching women who looked similar to Arlene being fucked in every orifice by big cocks. After a while he realised he was just as interested in the huge erections as he was the women and wondered what it would be like to jerk and suck a big, hard dick. He began chatting on-line with other men with similar interests and found a kindred spirit in John. John was two years younger than Tom and also married. Their stories were alike; wives not overly interested in sex and a recent bi-curiosity from watching porn. They arranged to meet at a hotel bar and after a couple of drinks agreed to get a room. In the hotel room both men were nervous and not sure how to proceed. John suggested they watch porn on the TV and they sat separately as they watched two well-hung studs with a large-breasted black girl. "Perhaps we should get undressed," Tom proposed, almost apologetically, and they proceeded shyly to remove their clothes. They stood naked, separated by a few feet and looked at each other. Their cocks were not fully erect but Tom saw instantly that John's endowment was much bigger than his own and felt a surging in his own. He began to fondle his growing erection and John took his own member in hand and jerked it back and forth, exposing the huge head from under the foreskin. "Shall we?" he said, motioning to the bed. They propped pillows against the headboard and lay back side by side stroking themselves. On the TV screen the black girl was pounded by one guy while the other fucked his buddy in the ass but Tom's gaze was focused on John's erection. It was now fully erect, as was his, and he could delay no longer the moment he had fantasized about. He reached over and his fingertips danced over the bulbous knob. John removed his hand and Tom explored the length of the shaft and balls beneath. John returned the favour and the men masturbated each other as the black girl received a load of cum over her face. John turned the TV off and straddled Tom. He directed his knob onto Tom's then moved it down the shaft and onto his balls. Bringing the two dicks together with both hands he jerked them back and forth. Tom just lay back enjoying the new and exciting sensations and saw that John's cock was a good four inches longer and half as thick again than his. He thought of it in Arlene's mouth, pussy and forcing its way into her asshole and erupted all over John's cock and hands. John continued to rub his erection over Tom's softening dick, spreading sperm on his balls. Tom felt an overwhelming urge to suck John's cock. "Stand up," Tom said. John stood and Tom knelt in front of him. The huge cock was just inches from his face and he could see it bob up and down as blood surged through its bulging veins. He held it with one hand and moved forward and licked around the head. He could taste the saltiness of his own cum and wanted to taste John's. As his mouth accepted more of the dick one hand jerked the shaft and the other cupped John's balls and caressed them. John began thrusting his hips back and forth and Tom felt the urgency in the cock driving towards his throat. "Oh yes, yes, oh," John groaned and a flood of hot semen flooded Tom's mouth and throat. He pulled his dick out and jerked the last of his load over Tom's face. This was the first of many meetings the men had in the hotel although it never progressed further than mutual masturbation and oral. They did experiment with different ways to achieve orgasm: jerking off over one another's cock, ejaculating in a sixty-nine position, rubbing along the others ass crack and shooting a load onto the back and cheeks and using the mouth as a pussy and thrusting in and out while holding the head. Tom's thoughts were always split between the enjoyment of the moment and the fantasy of his wife being fucked by John and other men with big endowments. After Arlene went to bed, usually around 10:30, Tom would often go downstairs to the family room to watch porn and masturbate. He arrived home one Friday afternoon after being on an out-of-town contract. He and Arlene went out to dinner and when they got back home Arlene said she was tired and was going to bed early. Tom didn't mind, he was horny and was eager to watch porn and play with his cock. He made himself comfortable, logged on to his favourite site and opened his pants and took out his already-hard cock. After a half hour or so he was getting close to ejaculation. On the computer screen two young men had taken turns fucking a mature woman. As one man fucked her the other straddled her face and she tongued his balls while the other man sucked his cock. He was lost in his fantasies, pretending the woman was Arlene when he suddenly got the feeling he was not alone. His heart thumped wildly as he stopped jerking his dick and looked around. Arlene was standing there in her robe. "How long have you been there," Tom sputtered. "Long enough, I couldn't sleep." She pointed to the computer, "This turns you on?" Tom thought for a moment that seemed unending to him before deciding to let the chips fall as they may and told her about his sexual frustration, John and his fantasies of her. "I couldn't sleep because I have something to tell you. I know menopause was tough on you, it was also tough on me and when it was over we seemed to have lost all physical aspects to our relationship and I don't think either of us knew how to get it back. Vanessa opened my eyes to sex but I thought you were no longer interested in me. I love you very much but I have been seeing someone for quite a while now." There was a long silence before Tom responded. "I see...who is he...do I know him?" "Someone from work...er...it's Jason from the office." "Jason! He's only about twenty-two, how long has this been going on?" "Just over two years. He gave me a ride home because it was pouring rain and I asked him in for a coffee. I dropped a spoon and when I bent over to pick it up he came up behind me. I felt his hardness pressing against my bottom and he told me how he had wanted me for a long time. Before I knew it we were in the bedroom and his penis was inside me. It's big and felt so good. Since then we have seen one another frequently and I have experienced many new things, oral and anal sex and multiple orgasms. I love it all and when you're away he comes over two or three times a week and sometimes he stays overnight. He fits you're fantasies, his cock is huge and we fuck all night sometimes, I'm sure you would like him. I'm not like I used to be...I love sex, all kinds of sex. We could have a lot of fun together." The silence lingered as each took in the revelations they had just heard. Tom rose from his chair and, as his pants fell to the floor, Arlene saw he was fully erect again. "Come here," he said and they embraced, kissed and had sex like never before on the floor of the family room. He ate her pussy for the first time and she sucked his cock before he came quickly and copiously inside her. They were like young lovers who couldn't get enough of one another and the weekend was full of sex but they also talked a lot and realised they had both grown sexually in various directions and were prepared to accept where the growth had taken them. Neither wanted to give up their new-found interests and decided to take a few days to fully discuss it. The following week the couple talked more than they had done in years. Tom told Arlene how for many years he had wanted to see her with another man and she had to admit that the thought of men playing with one another's cocks in her presence was erotically exciting to her. Tom had made plans to see John on Friday so it was agreed that Arlene would invite Jason over to the house. They would tell them of recent developments and of the decisions they had made. As Tom prepared to meet John at the hotel on Friday night Arlene was ready for her evening with Jason. Tom thought how erotic and horny she looked dressed in a short, tight skirt, thin blouse, stockings and high heels. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties; she said that Jason liked her pussy, ass and tits free for him to fondle. He fucked her that way also, slowly removing her skirt and blouse as the evening progressed but always wanted her to leave the stockings and heels on...it was his fetish and made him very hard. Tom met John in the hotel bar and told him about the events of the week then they made their way to the room. "What's in the bag?" Tom asked John seeing the small overnight bag he was carrying. "It's a surprise," John replied with a sly grin. John went into the bathroom while Tom undressed, lay back on the bed and found some porn on the TV. He was already fully erect from the excitement of their earlier talk and the porn and began playing with himself. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and John appeared and placed something on the bedside table. He was wearing a black garter belt, stockings, high heels and open-crotch panties. Tom had often masturbated while watching cross-dressers on his computer and had always found them very stimulating. He had mentioned this to John some time ago but never imagined he would see his friend dressed this way. He had nice legs that looked even better in stockings and heels and his big cock stuck straight out through the panties as hard as it could be, he was obviously also highly aroused by their discussion in the bar and the outfit he wore. "Time to take it to the next level," John said as he stood at the foot of the bed, "I thought you would like this." "Oh my, let me look at you," Tom replied slipping off the bed and into a chair. John paraded around the room while Tom wanked then sat on the edge of the bed. He leant back on one elbow and both men watched each other masturbate. Tom stood and brought his cock close to John's and their hands swapped places. Tom had never known John's cock so hard, it felt like a thick steel rod and he knelt between his legs and lavished his tongue and mouth on it. After a while John got on all fours and Tom fondled his ass, cock and balls from behind, the touch and look of the nylon stockings and panties increasing his own excitement. "Here," John said, handing Tom the item he had placed on the bedside table, "do me!" Tom saw it was lubrication and knew what it was for. He had never before considered this but now it seemed just a natural step. He moved forward and tongued John's shaved anus and balls, his own erection ready to burst, while steadily jerking his friend. He lubricated his cock and John's ass then nudged against the tight hole. He pushed against slight resistance then felt a tight, pleasing warmth envelop the head of his cock. Deeper he went, thrusting into John's ass with force while John stroked his cock and moaned as he heard Tom's grunting and felt the hot fluid flood his colon. Tom withdrew and John stood beside the bed to receive Tom's eager mouth on his super hard cock. It didn't take long for several powerful spurts to splash over Tom. They showered together, fondling soapy semi-erections and ball sacks before heading for home. Arlene was still up when Tom arrived home, sitting on the couch in just her stockings and heels. Her legs were splayed and she was playing idly with herself with a look of a woman who had been well and truly fucked. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her fingers made wet noises in her pussy. "Jason agreed," she said as Tom knelt between her legs and removed her fingers. "So did John," he replied and sank his tongue into her wet gash and tasted Jason's cum. He was hard again and came much quicker inside his wife than he thought he might but the idea of fucking her just after another man had done so and the feel of his cum on his own cock was too erotic for him to last long. Arlene secured the straps on her bright red stilettos that matched her fishnet stockings and wet-look leather cincher. She checked her appearance in the bedroom mirror then put on a silk robe. Tom's cock pulsed convulsively as he looked at his wife and thought about what was to happen in less than thirty minutes. This was the night he had fantasized about for years. He would get to see Arlene fucked not by one but two men. John and Jason would arrive soon and he couldn't wait to see their big cocks stuffing her holes. Arlene was also excited, they had spoken of little else than tonight all week. Apart from having three men attending to her she wanted to watch the men with each other. When she had told Jason about her husband and John he confessed a secret desire to play with another man and John was, of course, very excited about being part of a foursome. John arrived about three minutes before Jason and introductions were made. Polite, nervous conversation followed until Arlene stood and announced, "Well, I guess I'll break the ice," and removed her robe and threw it aside. The three men sat on the couch and leered as she paraded in front of them and displayed herself. "Come on, let me see those hard dicks," she taunted then turned, spread her legs and bent over. As the men took in the lewd view of Arlene's ass and pussy they could see how excited she was, her labia lips were parted and a wet, dark pink gash was begging to be filled. They unzipped their pants and exposed their erections. Tom saw that Jason's cock was even bigger than John's and couldn't resist taking hold of it then felt John's hand on it also...there was plenty of room for both. Jason was sitting between Tom and John and he took hold of their dicks as they watched Arlene wriggle her ass about and finger her pussy. She stood and looked at her men for a few moments then positioned a chair in front of them, sat in it and spread her pussy wide. The air was tense with sexual excitement; Tom had imagined his wife like this for years but never thought he would see it. She knelt in front of Jason and took his massive pole into her mouth and the other two cocks in her hands. After sucking him for a while she moved on to John and finally, Tom. They pulled her onto the couch, hands and tongues exploring her body. Tom held John's cock and directed it into his wife's mouth, Jason got between her legs and Tom jerked his huge dick then steered it into her waiting pussy. He sat back in the chair and watched his wife being fucked by two oversize cocks and loved it. John and Jason changed positions then it was decided to go up to the bedroom. Arlene stopped a couple of times on the stairs and was groped and mauled and she fondled any cocks that were within reach. Jason bent her over then sat on the stairs just below her and ate her pussy. His big cock lay twitching on his stomach and John took it into his mouth while Tom sat below John and sucked his cock. When they finally reached the bedroom Arlene lay on the bed and opened her legs wide. John immediately mounted her and gave her a good hard fucking for five minutes then Jason took over and then Tom. He had never known Arlene so animated and vocal during sex, she squirmed and flailed her legs about, clawed at their backs and asses and screamed and moaned for them to fuck her harder. "I want to watch you guys," Arlene said after Tom had rolled off her, "show me what you and John do, Tom." John got on all fours and Tom knelt behind him. Arlene jerked Jason's cock as she watched her husband rub his lubricated dick over John's ass and push it in. It excited her and her hand moved rapidly over Jason's cock. "Stick your dick in his mouth," she said to Jason and he climbed on the bed and straddled over John and Tom eagerly sucked his big erection. Arlene fingered herself then came over and masturbated John while sharing the oral duties with Tom. Tom's Story Arlene again became the focus for the men. Jason lay on his back and Arlene sat down on his cock, leaned forward and filled her mouth with John's stiff shaft and Tom eased into her ass. Jason came first triggering Tom to unload then John fired cum down her throat and over her face. Tom lay in bed that night unable to sleep, there were too many erotic thoughts coursing through his brain...big cocks thrusting into his wife, John's hot, tight ass and possibilities for next week when they would get together again. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would feel John's hard dick in his ass and hopefully, Jason's. Fucking Arlene while John's dick drilled deep in his ass and he sucked Jason's big, hard erection and feeling cum explode in both ends and into his wife, now there's a thought. He rolled over and stared into the darkness. Tom's Sweet Homecoming Sara stood in the cold shivering. She should have known that Carrie would be late, despite the promises, and the dress she was wearing wasn't enough to keep the cold out even though, by some standards it would be considered frumpy. She hadn't even wanted to come to the party, the least Carrie could do was turn up so she didn't have to stand out in the cold. As she thought this she spotted her best friend rushing along the street, her heels high enough that Sara expected her to break an ankle any minute. "You look so cute," Carrie said as she swept her up in a hug. "It's really NOT my fault this time," she laughed "The cab broke down a few streets away." "Yeah yeah, let's just get inside so I can thaw out." "Really Sara, you have got to learn to relax. Where'd you get the dress?" Carrie was already running her fingers over the sleeve. Sara tried to remember, "Some vintage place I think, I was with Debbie when I got it, maybe she'll remember." Shaking her head Carrie laughed again. She was always so amused by her friends' scatterbrain. "How are you the wishy washy, disorganised one, but I'm always the late one?" Sara grinned back at her. "We almost make one whole, completely organised person. Let's get married. We could go now, elope. I'll treat you like a princess." Too late, she thought as Carrie started dragging her down the hallway. "Carrie, I love you, you know I do, so why do you make me come to these parties?" Rolling her eyes at this frequent argument she replied "Because I love you too, and that's why I want everyone else to see how amazing you are. And because there will be hot guys, and we deserve them." The door opened at that, a small pretty brunette smiling at them. "Where the hell have you guys been?" Debbie shouted over the noise. Sara pointed at Carrie and shrugged, "Look I'm here and if I'm going to stay I need a drink." Wandering off towards the kitchen she didn't notice Debs and Carrie exchanging glances. "Oh, shit, I forgot to mention that Dan is here," Debbie said worriedly, looking around. "Or at least he was." "Probably off banging some chick in the toilet," Carrie replied just as Sara came back with drinks. "Who is banging who in the toilet?" She asked, looking between them quizzically. "Oh no one," Carrie rushed in cheerfully before Debbie could speak. "Let's dance." An hour later, Sara's feet were killing and her voice was hoarse from screaming over the music. She was surprised that the neighbours hadn't called the police about the noise, but she was actually having a good time. Carrie had disappeared, and she spotted Debs in the corner, lip locked with some guy she didn't recognise, so she went to grab another drink. Wandering over to the balcony for some air, she spotted him. She hadn't seen him in a year, and as she stood, her eyes taking in the small changes in his profile, he turned and looked right at her. Her breath caught as she saw him breakaway from the guys he was talking to and start towards her. Just as she was about to move, a hand grabbed her and spun her around. She pulled free as she saw it was Dan. "Get off me; you have no right putting your hands on me." She said shortly as she pushed him away. "Sara, come on. You're not still mad at me are you? I thought we could be friends." His fingers were running down her arm as she stood silently fuming, shocked by his nerve. "Special friends. Come on it's been weeks, you know we were good together." Carrie lowered her voice, but the tone was steely and final. "Dan, I don't want to be friends with you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to breathe the same air as you. Leave me alone." As she started to walk away, his hand came out and grabbed her, harder than he'd meant to, but he wasn't done. A voice came from behind them, low and dangerous. She felt the chill of it brush over her "I don't think she wants to talk to you friend. Let the lady go." "Mind your own business" Dan replied. Sara looked over and saw Tom tense. Pulling her arm away from Dan, she walked to him and put her hand on Tom's, gesturing him to the balcony. "It's over Dan, don't talk to me again!" she shouted over her shoulder as she and Tom walked out and closed the balcony doors behind them. Tom looked down at her. He always forgot how small she was when he hadn't seen her for a while. He put his hands on the railing and looked out over the city "Did he hurt you?" he asked. His voice was mild, but Sara had seen his temper fire up before, and he was the last person she wanted to get into trouble on her account. "No, he annoyed me, but I'm fine. When did you get back?" She asked. He still wouldn't look at her. He'd been back less than a week and one sight of her had made him weak. That urge to protect her had always been so strong. It had been one of the reasons he had enlisted, hoping that being away from her would help him get over her. He saw now how foolish that had been. "I got back a week ago. I'm here for a few more before I head back out to do some training." Sara sighed. When he'd first left, she'd missed him miserably. He'd been her best friend for so long, but he hadn't told her, hadn't told anyone what he had planned to do. "You never told me you were coming back. Just like you never told me you were leaving. What did I do Tom? I thought we were friends." Her eyes were filling with tears, which made her furious enough that she almost missed his reply. "I couldn't tell you I was leaving. You wouldn't have wanted me to go, and I couldn't stay." Wrapping her arms around herself Sara stared out over the city, "You left me, alone." Her voice, barely a whisper, almost broke at the last. He turned to look at her then, finally, his heart breaking as he saw how hurt and fragile she looked. "You had Carrie, and Debs. You had your family." "I didn't have YOU!" she shouted, suddenly more furious at herself than at him as she rushed back into the party. Carrie grabbed her as she reached the door, "Hey. Where are you going? I thought we were going to sleep at my place." she asked. "No, I need to go home. I'll call you tomorrow," Sara replied, brushing her off. Carrie looked worried, her frown increasing as she spotted Tom. "What did you say to her?" She demanded as he reached her. Tom sighed. He'd known they would be at the party, but he'd expected them to be happy to see him. He hadn't imagined handling it so badly. "I didn't say anything. But I need to." Carrie blocked his way, "Tom. She's hurting right now. If you upset her any more I swear I'll hurt you." Leaning in, he kissed her cheek, "I can't make any promises. But you know I'd never hurt her on purpose." Softening at the look in his eyes, she hugged him. "No, it wouldn't be on purpose. But hurt is hurt. It's good to see you," she said as she stepped out of the way. He found her by the river. He'd known he would. She stood shivering as she sat and stared into the water. The sound of it was always endlessly soothing to her. He wrapped his jacket around her shoulders as h sat down beside her, not speaking for a minute as he took in the peacefulness of the moment. "I'm sorry Sara. I had to get away from here. I should have told you, but I thought it would be easier..." "To just leave without a word?" she interrupted. "To not have to face what you were leaving behind? It was cowardly and it was cruel." He looked over at her, she was still shivering and he was beginning to realise how cold it was. "You're right. It was both of those things. I wish I could change what I did Sara. But the result would have been the same. I needed to do it." Hearing a small sob come from her, he pulled her to him, alarmed. "You could have been killed," She said, pulling away from him. He stared at her horrified. Is that what she'd thought? He'd needed to have the distance so he hadn't written to her for months. She hadn't replied. Now he was beginning to understand why. "Sara..." "Don't," she hissed. "You're alive. You're back. I'm happy for you. But don't." She threw his jacket at him and began to walk away. "Sara wait!" He grabbed her arm, surprised when her fist came around and connected with his jaw. "I've had just about enough of men grabbing at me tonight." She said, vibrating with anger. Seeing the barb hit home as he stepped back, she felt a small prick of shame. She knew he would never hurt her. "At least let me walk you home. We don't have to talk. But I want to make sure you're safe." Nodding, she started to walk again. She could start a conversation; of course she was curious about how things had been and how he was. She could see the physical changes, his hair was shorter, his body seemed more solid, and he held himself differently. But there was more. His manner had changed. He seemed more apart from people than he had ever been before. She wanted to just hold him and tell him it was ok, that they were ok. But the hurt was so fresh; the pain at his desertion had almost broken her. When they reached her apartment she turned to him, "I really am glad you're ok Tom." He smiled, and for a minute he was her Tom again. That smile he only ever seemed to give to her, and her heart ached so much she thought it would break. They stood there for a minute, frozen, neither daring to move. Suddenly she heard him whisper, "Damn it," as his arms came around her and he crushed his mouth to hers. Surprised, she kissed him back, he still smelled exactly as she remembered, his scent filling her senses as his tongue teased her lips apart and found hers. He pulled away just as suddenly. They stood there for a moment, breathing ragged until she finally spoke. "Come up for coffee, we need to talk." Tom nodded and followed her in. She'd moved into the apartment after he left, but it was just like her. Charming and mismatched. A fascinating combination of things that she liked and he felt at home there right away. She smiled as she sat beside him and handed him his drink. "So, what happened out there?" She asked. He smiled back at her, "Well, I think what happened is that I kissed you." Sara rolled her eyes, watching him as she sipped her drink. "What I mean is, why did you kiss me?" "It could be because I've wanted to do it for just about forever." He grinned as the flush bloomed on her cheeks, reaching over and placing their cups on the nearby table. She was watching him warily; he understood and tried to ignore the little fear that she might push him away, out of her life if he did what he needed to do now. But he had to take the risk. There was no more running away from her, he'd known that when he came back. If he was honest with himself, it was why he'd come back. He'd spent a year trying to forget about her, trying to get over her, but it was useless. He had to know once and for all. "I love you Sara. I always have. I couldn't stay here and be your friend anymore. I couldn't watch you dating guys that weren't me. I couldn't watch you fall in love and get married. I couldn't watch while someone else gave you the life I wanted us to have. So I left. I left to get over you. I left so I didn't have to watch. I left because I love you, and being away from you was better than losing you by telling you this. "But I didn't get over you. And I don't think I can. Not until I know for sure that you don't feel the same. So I'm asking you Sara. Do you, could you ever love me?" She was speechless. The last thing she had ever envisaged being the reason for him leaving was this. But she was looking into his eyes and she knew. She knew that not only was he telling the truth, but that she did, and always had felt exactly the same. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his again, softly, nerves making her hesitant until his arms came around her and pulled her against him. They stayed locked together on the couch, exploring one another's mouths, their tastes, his hands lightly skimming along her sides as he held her to him. He didn't want to break the kiss, didn't want to pull away from her even for a second but her soft moan undid him. Both were a little breathless as they stared into one anothers eyes, his fingers were still trailing softly along her arm, making her smile. He wanted to just take her right there, but she looked so sweetly innocent and he knew she deserved better than that, so he stood, taking her hand and following as she led him to the bedroom. He could sense her nerves as they stood at the foot of the bed, and was surprised to feel them himself. All the years of wanting her coming to end, he could finally be with her, but he was scared to touch her, scared to hurt or disappoint her. He knew it wasn't fair to make her be the one to make the move again, so he moved to her, kissing her softly. His fingers traced along her shoulders, following the neckline of her dress as his lips moved to take their place. Her soft sighs built his confidence. He wanted to make this perfect for her. He wouldn't be able to bear it if she regretted being with him. She stood as he reached to unzip her dress, her breath catching as he slid it slowly down her body. He could see goosebumps rising on her skin, she looked so pale and fragile, but he knew how tough she was, she might bruise, but she wouldn't break. He'd always been fascinated by that stubborn fierceness in her, so in contrast with her looks. It had always amused him to see her so underestimated and then come out on top, even when it was he that was beaten. He smiled at the memories as the dress pooled at her feet. Sara made no efforts to step out of it, she just stood, watching him, her breathing becoming a little erratic as he reached back to her bra, barely suppressing a groan as he freed her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her hard nipples and he felt the shudder run through her as she gasped. He couldn't take anymore, her scent was intoxicating and he was uncomfortably hard now. Her hands brushed his aside as he started to unbutton his shirt. "Let me," she whispered softly, her fingers tackling them quickly and sliding the shirt off of him. She went to work on his jeans next and soon they were both stood in just their underwear. Her eyes locked on his as she slid her fingers into her panties and pushes them down her legs; finally she stepped out and away from her clothing, never leaving his gaze as she lay on the bed. He hurriedly rid himself of his boxers, taking pleasure in the way her eyes widened at the sight of his erection. As he joined her on the bed, he pulled her into another deep kiss. He didn't want to rush, but he was lost in her, he needed to feel her, taste her, pleasure her. He broke the kiss as his hands continued to explore her body. Her skin was so soft, his fingers lightly tracing down over her stomach. He smiled, feeling her quiver as he circled over sensitive areas. Her breath catching as he whispered her name and his lips began a slow trail in pursuit of his fingers. Every soft moan and sharp intake of breath heated his blood. His mouth found her nipple and he gently began to tease it harder with his tongue, biting it gently. He was surprised to hear her moan, "harder," but happily obliged as he tugged it between his teeth. By this time his fingers had travelled over her pubis and into the neat covering of hair to slide between her lips. She was so wet already that he moaned against her breast, her own moans merging with his as she lifted her hips and arched her back. Tom was throbbing with need, his cock painfully hard, but he wanted so badly to give, that he ignored the desire to just plunge into her. Instead, his mouth trailed quickly down her body, two fingers slipping into her as his tongue finally flicked over her swollen clit. Her hips bucked as he wrapped his lips over the hard nub, his tongue lashing at her as she squirmed and whimpered. His fingers curled inside of her, grazing over her g-spot as his free hand lightly pressed against her pubis, he rolled them as he slid in and out of her, her taste filling his mouth as he sucked and teased her clit. Sara's moans were like music to him, her groans coming louder, faster as her body writhed wildly beneath him. He could feel her getting wetter as he dragged his tongue along her slit, moaning at the taste of her arousal. She whimpered, drawing him back to her clit and he knew how close she was. His fingers kept pumping into her, keeping the gentle pressure on her g-spot as his tongue lashed over her clit faster, sucking harder. Her body tightened for an instant before she cried out, his name a low groan from her lips as she shattered. Her orgasm sent spasms through her as he continued to indulge himself in her. Her juices coated his hand and lower face as he ran his tongue over her again, always flicking back over her clit until she begged him to stop, telling him it was too much as her body trembled and slowly came down from the overwhelming sensation. Smiling, Tom moved back up beside her, planting a soft kiss to her breast before pulling her close and holding her until her shudders subsided. They shared a long, deep kiss, her tongue teasing along his lips as she tasted herself on them. He jerked as he felt her small hand wrapping around him. She stroked him softly, her hand sliding along the length of him as the kiss became more intense. Tom couldn't wait any longer. Laying her back down, he let her guide him as he slid between her legs. She smiled as his eyes came back to hers; wanting to remember how she looked the first time he slid into her. Teasing the head of his cock along her, he felt her juices coating him, and making sure he was well lubricated, he pressed into her, just gently opening her around him. He groaned as he felt her, so hot and wet, wrapping around him tightly and his name escaped her lips on a sigh, Fighting the urge to just plunge, he slowly slid, inch by inch, watching her eyes go cloudy as they moaned in unison. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her legs came around him, her hips slightly elevating and allowing him to slide deep until he was enveloped in her tight walls. He lay there, unmoving for a minute, resting his forehead against hers as his eyes closed. He was so overcome with pleasure, he wasn't sure he could last long, but as her fingers began to trace lightly over his back he began to move slowly, his cock sliding out and back into her. He started to build up a slow rhythm, her hips moving to meet his as his lips pressed to hers. They kissed long and slowly, moaning against one anothers mouths as their tongues entwined. Wrapped up in each other, so attuned, they began to increase pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, her hips rising and falling to meet the thrusts. Tom slid his hand between them to rub gently at her clit, delighting in the way she trembled and tightened around him. His lips ran along her jaw and he buried his face into her neck as she held him close against her. He could feel her heart hammering against her chest, knowing his was beating just as hard as he plunged into her, lost in her completely. Continuing to tease her clit, Tom felt it swell as he rubbed her wetness over it, her moans becoming more desperate. He wanted her to cum for him again, to feel her release around him as he buried himself in her, knowing he couldn't hold on much longer himself. Her strangled gasp urging him to rub her faster as his cock relentlessly slid home in her. "Cum for me baby," he said, just as she groaned, "I am." She clamped around him, his cock buried completely in her as every spasm had her pulsing around him, he groaned. He couldn't take any more, he kissed her hard as he let go, emptying himself into her as her body still shuddered from her own climax. They lay there for a while, entwined together, kissing softly, neither wanting to break the spell by speaking. Finally he looked up into her eyes, seeing no regrets, he relaxed. They drifted off into sleep, secure in the fact that this was just their beginning.