Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 5
Peter shoehorned himself into aisle seat 9-C, acutely aware that his suit was disreputably stained with long, gray ribbons of dried jism. Whipped cream indeed! His seatmate on the window — thank God the center seat was empty! — was a grandmotherly type who glanced with discernable distaste at Peter's general dishevelment.
As soon as the seat belt sign went off, Peter signaled a flight attendant and made arrangements to get a clean suit out of his garment bag. He did not even bother to tell the stewardess his cover story; she was probably so jaded from years in the sky that she wasn't going to care why Peter had to change suits. She had heard it all and couldn't care less! Even the actual truth ("Excuse me, Miss. My suit got all caked with sperm while I was saying goodbye to my girl friend. Could I change clothes in the head?"), would probably not have broken through her shell of ennui and world-weariness.
Peter changed his suit and washed up a bit in the lavatory. Upon returning to his seat, he realized how dog-tired he was. He had been able the night before to get little more than stolen catnaps between couplings and other forms of sexual release with the stunningly beautiful starlet. He reclined his seat and promptly fell asleep.
The handsome banker woke up hours later somewhere east of St Louis. When he awoke Peter had an enormous hard-on. He realized that he had been dreaming about Heather. In fact, he had been having extremely erotic reveries about the buxom blonde knockout. In his dream the stunning young actress had managed to deep-throat all of his fossilized, sperm-spurting cock while Peter himself was fondling and mauling the young girl's big tits. Except in the dream, Heather's DD-cup tits had greatly expanded in size! She had become an H- or maybe even a J-cup. No wonder the tit-loving fellow had grown a gigantic woody!
Wasn't that good news, though! After his non-stop lovemaking with Heather, Peter had been deeply concerned about whether he'd be able to perform for Amanda upon his return. That was critically important, for his gorgeous, passionate wife was going to be absolutely eager — insistent, even! — for lots of hot sex after a weeklong separation from her husband and his thick, sixteen-inch love snake! She would be in no mood to hear her husband say, "Not tonight, dear!" The rock-hard stiffness of his dick told Peter he had nothing to fear on this score.
As he shifted in his seat, Peter happened to glance over at granny by the window. The old lady was looking at Peter with shock and horror! Even fear! Of course! — Peter's giant erection must have been making an unbelievable bulge in his trousers while he slept. And granny was totally grossed out! What a show that must have been! Sorry about that, granny!
Much more troubling to Peter was the inescapable fact of his infidelity to Amanda. That is, he was gratified that he was going to be able to service his wife in the manner to which she was accustomed. What was much less pleasing was the nature of the stimulus that had left him with this coast-to-coast boner. Before this trip he not only had never cheated on his wife but also had never even considered the possibility. He had never even been tempted to step out on Amanda.
Like most men, Peter certainly was not above ogling a pretty girl. He was even known to flirt a little, especially when Amanda was not around. But the idea of actually going further than that, let alone taking someone other than Amanda to bed, had simply never been on his radar screen. Yet the very first time he had been seriously tempted he had fallen — and fallen about as fast and far as it is possible to fall.
Peter knew he had committed a great wrong. Years of hearing the Decalogue chanted at Anglican services reminded him that his dalliance with Heather was worse than wrong, it was a positive sin! He had really fallen into it this time.
The pertinent question was whether this was a sin that was going to be repeated. One part of Peter screamed, "No! ... of course not!" He had slipped but had now repented of his actions! This was a one-time affair, he had learned his lesson, and he would now be on guard against any repeat performance.
The other part of Peter's brain feared that the very act of cheating on Amanda once was going to make it even easier to cheat a second time. Especially if he were to be tempted down the road by a huge bosom like the one that had caused his downfall the night before. That is, like the fallen alcoholic the second drink was going to go down a lot easier than the first.
In the end, Peter decided it was going to be up to him and to whatever will power he could muster to deal with the situation. He was the master of his fate. His brain was very much determined to remain absolutely faithful to Amanda from this second on.
At the same time, Peter had to wonder if the flesh was up to the challenge. The time with Heather had been so unimaginably exciting! If only he hadn't experienced the thrill of making love to such a huge, firm set of tits....
At the moment these thoughts were warring inside his consciousness, he felt the bump signaling his flight's return to solid ground. A reunion with Amanda was only minutes away. Would he greet his wife with the love and devotion she deserved and put the encounter with Heather firmly and irrevocably behind him? Or, having finally tasted the forbidden fruit of a massive bosom, was Peter bound to seek out and repeat the experience? Peter knew very well what he should do. Peter knew what his conscience told him he should want to do. Peter had to admit, however, that he was not at all sure what in the end he was going to do. What a fix he had gotten himself into!
Amanda was waiting at the gate as Peter emerged from the chute leading from his airplane. His heart skipped as he saw her extraordinarily lovely face among the crowd. In the past, his heart had always skipped a beat when he first caught a glimpse of his knockout bride. After that, he was usually unable to keep his eyes off her. It was true even when he had last seen her a couple of minutes earlier! That it was happening now after his tryst with Heather was certainly reassuring. It meant that her fabulous good looks, not to mention his deep love for her, were continuing to take his breath away to the same extent after his trip to LA as they had prior to that journey.
The extremely beautiful young woman had put on a very short, notably tight, shift-type micro-mini-dress; a whole lot of world-class leg and thigh was consequently on display. Amanda had clearly dressed to stoke her husband's libido; she wanted him to get a good look at the goodies that were going to be his for the taking the very second they got home — if not before.
Peter, whose cock was beginning to stir in response to this long-distance examination of his gorgeous wife, could tell that her outfit was working. There was no doubt in his mind; Amanda was going to get seriously hosed this evening! And as for his sex hose itself ... well, Peter could tell it was going to be as stiff as an iron bar! No overuse problems there!
Peter and Amanda fairly fell into each other's arms. "Baby!" Amanda squealed, "It's so great to see you." Peter had thrown his bags in a luggage cart so that the husband and wife could hold hands while they walked toward the terminal exit. The two were leaning against each other so very strongly that their bodies seemed nearly welded together.
As they ambled along, Peter was gratified to see the whiplash effect Amanda was having on the male passengers they encountered in the corridor. Peter could tell that his wife's extraordinary beauty and killer body blew them away. As for the fellows following along behind them, well, Peter knew that Amanda had one of the most luscious rear ends he — and they — had ever seen. On account of the extremely short, rump-clinging dress she was wearing, it was clear that those guys would remember the sight of Amanda's swiveling ass cheeks for a long, long time!
Amanda put her arm through her husband's and pulled him close. "I want you to drive so that I can play with your body," she whispered. "And that's an order — not a request!"
The prospect of being diddled while he drove home was thrilling. Amanda usually played with her husband's privates only when she was extremely horny. This announcement meant there were hot times ahead!
The only cloud on the horizon — a mere speck, really — arose when Amanda had pulled Peter up against her body. When Heather had done the same thing, Peter had enjoyed the thrilling sensation of feeling the gorgeous starlet's big, lush bosom pressing up against his arm. When Amanda pulled him close, well, Peter felt the warmth of her body but ... but ... well ... not much else. The bounteousness of a big breast pillowed up against his arm simply wasn't there. Nor could it be, of course. A small matter, really ... but it was something that hadn't escaped Peter's notice.
The couple were soon climbing into the family boat — a brand new Lincoln Exposition. It might be true that such vehicles despoiled the environment; it certainly was true that SUVs got lousy gas mileage. But the big gas-guzzler, like Heather's Land Rover, did allow one a measure of privacy in the passenger compartment that alternative forms of transportation like the Mazda Miata that Amanda used for her own private transportation around town could not have provided. Mr and Mrs Peter Strawbridge Wyeth intended to take full advantage of this relative seclusion on their drive home.
Their destination was the charming Philadelphia suburb of Swarthmore, located some fifteen miles or so from the airport. Peter had grown up on the Main Line and had always assumed that, once married, he would give up his Rittenhouse Square digs to settle down in one of the opulent towns strung out along the old Pennsy commuter line from Paoli to Suburban Station.
Amanda, however, had managed to get a tenure track teaching position at Swarthmore College as an assistant professor of history. She was a very lucky young scholar in that regard because the College could reasonably lay claim to being the top-ranked small college in the land. The town in which it was located was a fine place to live as well; Peter was therefore happy to trade life on the Main Line for this beautiful small town with its big houses, generous lots, and curving streets. Swarthmore was not as posh as the Main Line, but it was nice enough. Besides, their house was so well situated that Amanda could stroll to the campus and Peter could walk to the railroad station to catch a SEPTA commuter train to his office.
Their house itself — a huge, rambling one hundred-thirty year old Victorian that featured five bedrooms, two studies, and a swimming pool the Wyeths had added in the back yard — was well suited for their current life. It also had a lot of room for the children they were planning to have just as soon as Amanda finished her first book, a biography of the early nineteenth century New England religious leader and theologian Samuel Hopkins.
When the book headed off to the printer — an event that appeared to be only a few months hence — the couple had planned that Amanda would throw away her birth control pills so that the couple could make full use of Peter's astonishingly abundant and fertile supply of male seed. Both Amanda and Peter knew that their sex — so incredibly arousing and satisfying right now — was going to be almost overwhelmingly exciting and fulfilling when getting Peter's gorgeous young wife pregnant was the mutual goal of their couplings.
Amanda had her hand all over Peter's crotch before he had even turned on the ignition. "Oh, honey," she moaned. "I've missed you so much!" As soon as Peter had paid his parking fee and eased out of the parking lot, Amanda had gotten up on her knees in order to molest her lover's body. After strongly pressing up against Peter's body, she slowly began to lick her husband's ear with the full, wet flat of her tongue while she simultaneously fondled his rapidly growing cock through his trousers.
Peter reached behind his wife and began to fondle her super-curvy rump. "Wait," she murmured, "I've got a better idea." The gorgeous brunette pulled down her bikini panties. Within seconds, they were in her purse. "I don't really need these on," she chuckled. "In fact, I need not to have them on!"
Peter was soon gently running his index finger up and down the swollen slit to his wife's dripping cunt. Amazing! This was the second time in a single day he had been fingering a beautiful — but different — woman's gushing pussy in a SUV. This, he was willing to bet, was a double header he was unlikely to repeat!
Amanda had begun to assault her husband's genitals before they had even pulled out of the parking lot. As they waited at a crosswalk for pedestrians to clear the service road, Peter had moved the seat back as far as it would go to help his wife in the effort. He had then tilted the steering wheel up as far as it would go to increase Amanda's working room. Given the massiveness of his giant cock, the quarters were very close indeed.
Once they were on the Interstate, Amanda's actions became even more lewd. Amanda began to pull down Peter's zipper and then to work his jutting cock out of his pants. Given its fantastic length and girth, this was no simple task.
Peter had eased into the right lane and chugged along at right around the speed limit. He did not want to attempt any flashy driving while his wife prepared to play with his johnson.
As a result of his cautious driving, truck after truck started passing him in the center lane. These drivers were higher up than he and Amanda. For the second time today, Peter had a fear of being looked down upon while an act of hot oral love was being consummated upon his straining dick. None of the trucks seemed to notice, however; it was night after all, and the Wyeths certainly did not have their interior lights on. Above all, none of the trucks had blasted their horns as a ribald salute while passing their vehicle. This was an act which, Peter was sure, they would gleefully have performed had they spotted a couple engaged in oral love while cruising down the Interstate. Their privacy, in other words, seemed secure.
Amanda was fishing inside Peter's underwear for his jutting boner. After a period of twisting and turning the massive shaft out of its cotton captivity, Peter's gigantic love sword was finally unleashed. Amanda's thick red lips were almost immediately wrapped around the plum-sized head of her husband's penis. The beautiful young woman was soon taking six inches or so of cock into her sucking, clenching mouth. To Peter's great joy, Amanda had, since their marriage, learned to take increasing amounts of cock into her mouth. She was by no means able to deep throat ... yet! She was, however, learning how to go deeper and deeper on an ever-increasing basis. Some day, perhaps....
Amanda had also learned how to tongue her husband's dick as she slurped up and down on his fossilized, slippery shaft. She had caught on as well to the excitement that using the roof of her mouth and the insides of her cheeks added to the process. She was doing a great job on all of these scores as the vehicle headed for home. By this time, the couple's car had entered Swarthmore itself; they were only a few blocks from the end of their journey, and the beginning of a new one!
Peter hoped he was going to be able to keep from rocketing jism down his wife's throat before he turned into their driveway and they got into the house. He knew that Amanda was really looking forward to taking his blasts of warm seed deep into her womb.
And speaking of cums ... from the moment the couple had turned onto the exit ramp to I-476, Peter had begun driving one-handed and finger-fucking Amanda in earnest. He plunged in and out of her seriously leaking pussy with his right hand while using his left to keep the SUV more or less in its lane.
His hands and wrists were simply running with female sex scum. The loud sucking sounds of the gorgeous professor's dripping vagina being violated by four of her husband's plunging fingers vied for ascendancy with the noisy slurping sounds coming from Amanda's mouth as her sucking mouth bobbed up and down on Peter's throbbing, shiny, spit-lathered cock. Based on the evidence of Amanda's clenching, convulsing vagina, Peter figured his hot slutty wife had come four or five times during the short trip from the airport.
The young couple were simply groaning with passion as the SUV came to rest in their driveway. Good old 214 Elm Avenue; it was great to be home. Peter removed his dripping fingers from his wife's drenched pussy, and Amanda's sucking lips and licking tongue rose up off her husband's giant putz. The husband and wife immediately started wildly Frenching each other and swapping spit. They both were so hot!
Peter's cock was starting to leak serious amounts of pre-cum — it was definitely time to get into the house! The hot-to-fuck fellow jumped out of the car and tried tucking his throbbing cock into his fly.
The task was hopeless. Peter was way too stiff to stuff his jutting meat into his pants; it just would not fit. Besides, they were in their own driveway, it was dark ... and Peter was too lust-ridden to care!
"Honey," he moaned, "I'm just going to let the family jewels hang out while we head for the house. I'm just too stiff to do anything else!" He pulled his gorgeous wife into his arms, and began to carry her up the walk. His suitcase could wait!
After a couple of steps, Peter paused. "Darling, I'd sure hate to get my shlong caught in my zipper! Would you sort of ... well ... protect it?"
Amanda giggled. "You bet, sweetie." The young beauty reached down and wedged her hand in between her husband's genitals and his pants zipper. While thus protecting his love equipment from potential disaster, she also squeezed and rubbed those goodies as they made their way to the house. Peter moaned heavily in response.
As Peter set his wife down on the porch in order to unlock the front door, Amanda switched to shamelessly jacking her husband off. She continued molesting Peter in this way as they lurched into the entrance hall. This woman was hot!
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!" Amanda was unable to get beyond that mantra. Peter knew that the couple were so hot that it was not worth trying for the bedroom.
Instead, Peter simply laid Amanda down on the couch. Her short, short dress had ridden up above her hips, and the beautiful young wife had spread her amazingly shapely legs almost to the breaking point as her rump settled onto the cushion. She was frantically ready to take an immediate hosing from her giant-cocked husband. She stared with real longing at Peter's enormous erection.
As he lustily eyed his wife's glistening, dripping cunt lips, Peter dropped his pants. His ultra-stiff cock was poised like a coiled cobra. It was so stiff that he had to push it down in order to align the massive fuck stick with his wife's eager, dripping pussy. Not only was the huge pole as rigid as tempered steel, but its web of thick rope-like veins were just bulging out of its taut surface. It was a sign to Peter that Junior was by no means overworked! His hot tryst with Heather had not taken a thing of his readiness to fuck his sexy, gorgeous wife.
Peter's big strong hands gripped her waist, and lifted her up off the couch. It was going to work better if Peter's butt was the one on the cushion. After sitting down, Peter lifted Amanda even higher so that she was poised above his jutting slab of male meat. He began to guide her body down toward his still-glistening cock. Amanda reached down and took firm hold of the gigantic penis. She lined his swollen member up against her sopping wet opening.
Normally, Peter did a lot of preliminary oral work on his wife's pussy before trying to enter her. His love stick, after all, was so huge that trying to fuck Amanda without a lot of preparation could have badly hurt her.
This time, though, Amanda was apparently so hot that she did not have the patience to withstand a thorough pre-loving of her pussy from her husband's long, snaky tongue and full, passionate lips. Nor did she feel it was necessary. She was wide-open! She was ready to fuck right now!
Peter's massive cock looked like a redwood log pressed up against the miniature keyhole of Amanda's pussy. Peter began notwithstanding to lower his wife down upon his love log. To his relief, though, the large mushroom head of his huge dick deftly parted her deeply purple, fantastically engorged cunt lips and began almost effortlessly to vanish inside her. Like a hot knife through butter! No sooner had the giant head disappeared from view than Amanda began to shake and convulse with a gigantic cum. What a hot, loving bitch she was!
Peter attributed part of the ease with which he was entering his wife to her extreme readiness to make love. He was certainly hooked up with one horny wench! Yet in the years since their marriage he had noticed that Amanda had gotten progressively easier to enter. It was as if their constant lovemaking had somehow acted to reconfigure Amanda's reproductive organs. From the tight shallow cunt of her New Haven days, his wife seemed now to have a somewhat looser and definitely deeper cunt.
Could getting plugged two or more times a day with such a massive cock have actually restructured his wife's pussy? Peter was no physiologist; he therefore had no idea. His giant shaft was sure sliding down Amanda's scum-slick pussy with a great deal of ease on this occasion, however!
Inch by inch, Peter's granite-like shaft rapidly probed deeper and deeper into the nethermost reaches of his wife's body as he lowered her farther and farther down on the pole. He was amazed as how easily his cockhead had negotiated her cervix. As she took in the last inch of cock against the far wall of her uterus, Amanda let out a gasp of pleasure. At last, their groins were pressed tightly together. Peter was all the way in!
Amanda ground her hips against her husband, and then, by raising herself up with the help of Peter's strong arms, completely pulled his cock out of her gushing love canal. She then guided it back toward her soaked opening and impaled herself on the massive dick once again. Peter began to slide the hot, beautiful young wife up and down his huge shaft. Each time she rose up, Peter could see her pink, thoroughly stretched-out cunt clamping onto this monstrous invader of her reproductive system. As the two continued to move together, both of their bodies glistened with a fine layer of sweat, and their loud, ardent moans filled the room.
Peter then lowered a hand across her taut abdomen and down to her swollen clitoris. He then began gently began to massage that sex-stunned organ. This additional stimulation was more than Amanda could take. She began to undergo a series of orgasms that would have launched a less hot-blooded woman into unconsciousness.
Amanda's skin was utterly flushed with passion. Her pumping, fornicating body was both glistening with sweat; it was trembling and even convulsing with passion. Her stunningly lovely face with its parted lips and closed eyes made Peter shiver with increasingly more powerful precursors of his imminent release. His beautiful young wife's soft moans had long since turned into screams of passion. Amazingly abundant streams of cunt juice were flowing from deep inside her body. Peter's gigantic, thrusting shaft was being utterly bathed in these hot, foamy discharges. They made his thrusting cock even more slippery and slimy so that he was able to fuck his wife with ever faster and more powerful strokes.
At last, Peter's muscles began rippling with an exceptional, lust-directed definition. Almost impossibly violent thrills started to course up and down his body. "Ugh! Argh! Ugh!" Peter suddenly and utterly exploded inside his wife's womb. Rockets of creamy sperm slammed up against the walls of her convulsing uterus. Blast of semen followed blast of semen; Peter was still hosing down his wife's womb more than a minute after his orgasm had begun. If Amanda had not been on the pill, a monumental whitewashing of jism like this would have been enough to bring out the baby furniture catalogues!
Peter kept hosing down his wife's reproductive organs with sperm while she continued convulsing and shuddering from what had become for her a twenty-minute long overwhelming orgasm. At last, the lovers, both of whom were enjoying one of the most intense orgasms of their married life, moved together in a last frenzy of passion before they collapsed into a heap on the couch. Heather's tits were for the moment only a distant memory!
"Oh, honey!" Amanda moaned, "that was so great, so strong! I'm so glad we didn't try to get upstairs. Doing it on the couch was so sexy!"
The amazingly beautiful young woman then began to giggle. "Maybe we should have taken time to take our clothes off, though. Look at your suit ... it's just caked with sperm ... and there's stuff from me all over it, too!"
Peter smiled in return. "No problem," he responded in a deadpan style. "I've got to go to the cleaners with some other stuff anyway."
The couple's living room frolic had left their skin as semen- and scum-coated as their clothing; they were clearly in need of a wash-up. A dip in the pool was therefore in order. Although it was only late May, and the evenings still quite cool, the Wyeth's pool was just the place for the attractive young lovers to go for a washing up — and more. Its heated water would provide a luxurious environment in which Peter and Amanda could cleanse their bodies of caked sex muck and other evidence of their passion.
Once in the water, however, the sizzling hot lovers frankly spent a whole lot more time French kissing and molesting their bodies than in cleaning up. "Sit up on the edge of the pool, darling," Amanda said. "I want to get you really hard again."
The hugging and kissing in the pool had already stiffened Peter up to a significant degree. His beautiful wife had soon wrapped her hands around his massive cock and begun to suck and lick first its head and then its stiffening and thickening shaft.
As his throbbing cock grew in length and girth, Peter noted that Amanda's hands and fingers no longer met across the circumference of the giant member; its thickness was simply too much for her delicate hands and fingers to span.
The gorgeous young woman was really slurping and slopping as she worked out on the massive sex organ. Loud sucking sounds reverberated through the pool area as Amanda's wide-open mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft. Streams of saliva coursed down Peter's ultra-taut cock skin.
Jesus! If Amanda were to open her mouth any wider, her jawbone might crack. What's more, Peter could feel his cock head bump up against the back of Amanda's throat; if she were to take him any deeper, the couple would be into deep throat land. Peter frankly didn't think it was physically possible for a woman to take his shaft down her throat; its girth was simply too wide for a woman's gullet to accommodate. This seven or eight inches, then, was it! Still, the thrill of being even this deep, when combined with Amanda's expert tonguing technique as she bobbed up and down on his concrete-hard dick, was threatening to pull a geyser of sperm out of Peter's cock slit any second now! This woman was definitely talented!
Peter slid down off the pool apron into the water while at the same time lifting Amanda's bobbing head off his cock and then raising her body up into the air. In almost the same motion, he impaled his stunning wife on his throbbing member and began frantically and wildly to fuck the eager young woman. Within seconds, Amanda was shuddering and shaking with a powerful, head-to-toes climax.
The buoyancy of the water facilitated their lovemaking; because they were standing in the water, Amanda seemed to weigh around ten pounds. Peter moved into deeper water to accentuate the effect; soon he was hoisting his gorgeous wife up and down on his throbbing shaft at an astonishing rate of speed. His cock head was soon being thrust deep into his wife's welcoming uterus.
Amanda kept coming and coming. Finally, unimaginably strong thrills and chills took total control of Peter's entire nervous system. "Ugh! Jesus! Fuck almighty! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ughh!"
An extremely strong thrill went on for about twenty seconds. Peter could then feel a long rope of sperm rocket out of his love hose into the far reaches of his wife's womb.
As they fucked and fucked, the cum went on and on. It was soon over a minute in length. Even though his cock was still spurting hot seed the lovers had slowed down their strokes and were wildly French kissing as their mutual cums continued to rack their shaking, convulsing bodies.
As the cum finally subsided after another half minute of so, Peter considered the gorgeous woman whose tongue was lapping the inside of his mouth. "What a fool I was!" Peter thought to himself. "How could sex be any hotter and more satisfying than this?" How could he have jeopardized this supremely satisfying relationship by being led by his little head into a dalliance with Heather? Was he nuts or something? Wasn't Amanda all he needed, all he wanted? Jesus! Get a grip, fellow!
As they climbed out of the pool, Peter noticed a growing and spreading pool of scum that was floating over nearly a quarter of the pool area. "Jesus!" Peter exclaimed. "Is that what I think it is?"
Amanda laughed. "You bet it is! Your sperm and my love juice. What a combination, eh!" Amanda then chuckled. "Lucky for us we installed the super-deluxe water filter. It will be all gone by the morning, dearest."
Peter was utterly exhausted as he crawled into bed. After all, he had awakened in LA after an essentially sleepless night of making love and then traveled across country — a very tiring process in itself. And then there was the matter of the sex itself, which took a certain amount of energy — especially the way Peter went at it!
Peter could not have begun to guess how many orgasms he had experienced during this single day. It had begun with Heather mounting his calcified boner after only an hour or so of sleep in LA and had ended with his second coupling with Amanda in the pool.
No, wait ... from the way Amanda was grinding her pelvis against Peter's growing love snake, it appeared that a final orgasm might still get shoehorned into the day before the clock finally struck midnight. Peter could not believe that he was actually capable of growing yet another hard-on ... but there it was! Thank God for the genes that had given him such huge balls and astonishing virility!
Even so, Peter was a superman, not Superman. In the wake of this amazing day, Peter was not quite as hard as usual; still, his gigantic cock was still doing an excellent job of reaming out his wife's reproductive system. Nor was she complaining in the least; Amanda was shuddering with what was probably something like her fiftieth cum of the evening. What a hot bitch! What a lover! What a wife!
After applying a modest coating of seed to Amanda's uterus, Peter essentially collapsed into a badly needed state of sleep. He was tenderly spooning his wife as they drifted into slumber.
Almost automatically, he had begun to fondle Amanda's breasts — something on account of their small size he rarely bothered to do. It was probably, Peter would have had to admit, a reflex action spurred by the much larger tits he had made love to earlier in the day.
Amanda's tits were about the size of peaches. They were very, very firm; even though they were small, her tits really looked good under a dress or a sweater. Their firm and erect form actually gave her a cleavage that was more pronounced than the size of her breasts would have suggested. In fact, her tits were luscious and arousing enough to generate a faint stirring of desire in his loins right now. Yet even while he was enjoying their firmness, Peter had to acknowledge a slight but definite wish that they could have been bigger — a lot bigger! In fact, a barely perceptible wave of sadness washed over Peter as he contemplated the certainty that, on account of his determination never to repeat his infidelity of the night before, these peach-sized tits were for him all there was ever going to be.
"Oh, well," he thought as sleep overtook him, "maybe when she's pregnant Amanda will grow into a C-cup or something. That will make things a little sexier, at least."
End of Chapter 5
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