Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 22
On account of Julie's reasonable if regretful decision to ration her charms to a once-a-week basis, Peter decided that he was entitled — no, obliged! — to find an additional outlet — just one, mind you! — for his unquenched and unquenchable need to get laid. He just had to!
He needed a gorgeous buxom girl — a very beautiful and exceedingly buxom girl — whom he could fuck on a regular basis without entanglements or recriminations. Did this voracious need for sex beyond what his wife and Julie together could supply mean that Peter was spinning out of control? Peter steadfastly refused to even consider the point. Instead, he focused on the solution to his immediate need. A moment's reflection provided the answer: Gina!
Peter had sworn never, never, never to call the beautiful, heavy-breasted escort again, of course. But that was then — this was now! He was in need! Serious need!
When he called Beth & Friends, however, he was told that Gina no longer worked there. She had moved to Florida! On the other hand, Beth continued, she had a new girl named Tara. She was pretty, busty, and a total GFE — or so Beth claimed. Would Peter like to make an appointment?
Peter said he would like to think about it, thank you very much. What Peter was after, of course was something akin to the mere scratching of an itch — but what an itch it was! — and nothing more. For that reason, an impersonal source of satisfaction like an escort — the right escort, of course — seemed like the perfect answer. But a bit of research on the question was definitely in order before he made an appointment with Tara or any other girl at Beth's. Peter had never seen Tara but had seen a number of Beth's other girls before and after his dates with Gina. They looked pretty good; on the other hand, he had the feeling that if one of them were to answer the door he would never have the feeling, as he did the first time he laid eyes on Gina, that he had hit the jackpot. It was clearly time to engage in some Web surfing to see what else was available.
In any event, Peter took Beth's promise of a Girl Friend Experience with a whole shaker of salt. For Peter, a GFE entailed deep French kissing, a bare-back blow job, the pleasure of eating out his date, and lots of cuddling, stroking, and quiet moments. Above all, no clockwatching. Gina qualified on all counts; however, Peter had discovered that no term was more misused than "GFE". He would read reviews that described a girl as a "total GFE", only to see later in the review the qualification that she didn't kiss, and — oh, yes — the blowjob was covered. GFE as a term of art, Peter discovered, was essentially meaningless. Peter would do his own research and nail down every aspect of the GFE experience. Only then would he make a date. Tara might be great but Peter was certainly not going to take Beth's word for it!
As Peter was well aware, there were certainly a lot of escorts out there on the WWW. Even in Philadelphia the selection was plentiful. People raved about an Asian escort named Taylor Li. She certainly looked beautiful but clearly did not have the enormous bosom that was for Peter his sine qua non for picking an escort.
Not that there was any shortage of big bust escorts out there on the Web. The list included many of the girls — Chloe Vevrier, Kayla Kleevage, Minka, and Elizabeth Starr — who had caught his eye when he had seen their pictures on the Web during his post-Heather big bust research. Most of them simply toured, however, and none was scheduled to be in Philadelphia anytime soon, anyway.
Then, Peter ran across a possibility that took his breath away. An agency called Adult Star Fantasies was offering a two-girl duo that looked unbelievably fantastic. The girls were Clarissa, said to be 19, a gorgeous mulatto beauty from England, and Christy, listed at 18, an equally gorgeous mulatto stunner from South Africa. They were going to be in New York at the end of the month. They were said to have written the book on the Girl Friend Experience! We'll see, Peter thought to himself!
If their pictures on the website were to be believed, Clarissa and Amanda were unimaginably gorgeous. They were both very light skinned but with really swollen, sexy lips. The very thought of French kissing those beauties gave Peter the shivers! Not to mention the blowjobs they would undoubtedly administer!
Even more to the point from Peter's perspective were their figures. Unbelievable! Clarissa was said to sport an almost unimaginable 32W-19-32 figure, while Christy supposedly measured in at an equally stupendous and mind boggling 32Z-18-31. Were shapes like that even physically possible? Unless a morpher had been at work, however, the pictures on the ASF website offered visual proof that those numbers were right on the money! Their bodies were really slim and curvy but their colossal tits were right up there in the Julie and Lakisha category. In fact, if Peter had not seen Julie or Lakisha with his own eyes, he would have dismissed the advertisement as an obvious fake. As it was, he was willing to consider the possibility — unlikely as it seemed — that these girls might not be latex phonies at all but instead the real McCoy!
A two-hour appointment with both girls — that was the shortest visit available — would cost $8,000! Four
hours would set you back $15,000! For the economy-minded — or if one girl caught your eye more than the other — the girls were available individually for $5,000 for two hours or $9,000 for four hours. They could even be booked individually for an overnight stay for $20,000. The website did not indicate the price for bedding down both girls for the entire night. It was probably like J P Morgan's yacht; if you had to ask how much, you couldn't afford it!
Well! Peter actually was one of the few who could have afforded to see Christy and/or Clarissa (Peter had already decided that if he were to schedule a visit though ASF, he would plan a business trip to New York and then see Christy for an entire night; her incredibly stunning face and breathtaking figure would have made her the one for him). He could ease the money out of one of the trust funds to which he had sole access. First, of course, he would make sure with the ASF office that Christy offered all services on his own personal GFE checklist.
It would certainly be the experience of a lifetime. Such a combination of almost shocking beauty, killer figures, and firm watermelon-sized breasts was undoubtedly extremely rare. Still, spending that much money for several minutes of orgasmic thrills just seemed excessive to Peter. Traveling to New York was no real problem but he was really looking for someone he could see on a recurring basis until the baby was born. These girls were not likely to fill that bill; and even if they were going to be around, seeing them regularly would bust even Peter's budget. No, he would simply bookmark that site for later consideration. Someone who was local and more reasonably priced was what he was looking for. Right now, anyway.
Gina would have been perfect, darn it! But he was not about to fly to Florida even if he could find where in the Sunshine State she was working. Or even if she was working! As a result, Peter concentrated on the local message boards to see if he could find what he was looking for.
Well! It turned out that Beth was lying through her teeth. Florida indeed! It took only a few moments of surfing on the TBD Philadelphia message board at www.bigdoggie.net to discover that Gina was not in Florida at all. She was, in fact, now working at an in-call place around 3rd and Race called Arabian Nights. Neither Gina nor Arabian Nights had a website, which was why he had not run across them immediately. A bit of additional searching located the telephone number, however. Peter called and, guess what? Gina herself answered the phone!
"Peter! It's nice to hear from you! ... Florida?" Gina giggled. "No way! ... That's just Beth's way of getting even for my leaving her place. No, no real problem — it was just time to move on ... Plus, a bunch of my girlfriends work here; it's fun to work with people you know and like ... Thanks! ... Hmmm ... I'd love to see you. When were you thinking of making an appointment? We only have one bedroom so sometimes scheduling is dicey ... Thursday afternoon? ... Let's see ... hmm ... how about three? ... Wonderful! I'm looking forward to seeing you, Peter!"
Peter made the obligatory call from a corner pay phone outside a dingy restaurant at 2nd and Race at 2:55 p.m. on Thursday. Gina directed him to a townhouse that fronted on a nearby parking lot. In a way Peter much preferred the anonymity of Beth & Friends' huge apartment block to the risk of walking across an open parking lot to reach an in-call joint — especially when there might be no doubt whatever to a passer-by in the know as to the business being conducted behind the particular door on which he was knocking! Oh well; Peter's horniness quickly led him to dismiss that danger as a risk he was willing to run.
Peter was in a high state of anticipation as he rang the buzzer at the door to the Arabian Nights townhouse. To his surprise, the door seemed magically to open by itself; there was no one standing in front of it.
Talk about déjà vu! This was a reprise of his first visit with Julie at the Sheraton! Of course, that experience had taught him that since the door opened to the outside world, Gina no more than Julie would want to be standing in front of it so as to reveal her fabulous looks and stunning figure to passers-by. She would have been even more exposed than Julie. In fact, it was a harbinger of really exciting things to come! And, indeed, as Peter stepped in, closed the door, and then drank in her excitingly adorned buxom beauty, the wisdom and necessity of such discretion became obvious.
Gina was wearing a leather-like micro miniskirt that disclosed most of her fine legs and luscious thighs. Up top, she was wearing a clingy, tight, knit blue top out of which her huge 34FF treasures were absolutely thrusting. As Peter reluctantly moved his gaze up from her massive tits to her lovely face and long, flowing brown hair, he was again struck by the extent to which Gina simply had it all.
"Nice to see you again, Peter," the buxom escort said. Gina offered her hand in greeting; Peter gave it a short, soft squeeze in response. The couple then moved to the bedroom whereupon, after a brief but steamy embrace, Gina offered to get Peter a drink — "Some seltzer water or club soda would be great!" — while he got "comfortable."
Before obeying that suggestion, Peter took out the two hundreds, a twenty, and a five he had jammed in his pocket and slipped them under a coaster on the window sill. Covertly paying for the visit certainly did make the encounter seem very much like a fully consensual date between passionate lovers. What's more, there was nothing in Gina's subsequent performance in bed that suggested that the event was anything other than that!
Upon her return, Gina hopped on the bed whereupon she and Peter engaged in some preparatory teenage-style making-out. Need we mention that not a drop of the drink ever got swallowed? Gina was fully clothed but Peter was, well, only somewhat clothed — he had stripped down to a pair of cotton briefs through which his impossibly massive and fully engorged boner was poking like a baseball bat! His moments in bed waiting for Gina's return — not to mention his thoughts of what he was going to do to her once he got his hands on the outrageously buxom whore — had certainly stoked his fires!
After about five minutes or so of swapping spit with the bosomy escort, Peter began leisurely to strip Gina of her tight, form-fitting clothes. His hands trembled as at length he removed the seemingly much too small 34FF bra out of which her giant melons of tit flesh were positively exploding! Peter switched to alternating deep kisses with an increasingly passionate tactile loving of Gina's soft, firm, ultra-breasts.
"Let me suck your cock, honey," Gina offered at length. She grabbed hold of the jerking tool with both hands. "Man!" she exclaimed. "You'd think I'd have seen this thing enough times to get used to it but — wow! — I just get blown away every time I see it! It's so huge!" Gina then giggled. "Excuse the pun, baby!"
The extraordinarily buxom escort began licking Peter's swollen cockhead. The tip of her tongue was soon flitting against the satiny surface like a humming bird. She then switched to longer, more measured licks, which she began to administer along the full length of Peter's straining sixteen-inch shaft.
Peter was now beginning to moan in earnest. Gina responded by trailing her hot, wet tongue all the way down to his balls and passionately licking those billiard ball-sized appendages. "Hmmm!" Gina exclaimed as she came up for air. "Your balls are so big, honey!"
The big-busted girl then drew one of Peter's balls into her mouth and applied a strong sucking pressure. After a half a minute or so she repeated the process with the other ball. By this time Peter was beginning to get really hot!
Gina then languidly trailed her tongue back up Peter's stiffened cylinder of love and, after opening her mouth nearly to the breaking point, sucked in Peter's giant cock head. The giant breasted escort did not stop there. After bobbing up and down a few times on the outsized genital, Gina's hot, wet mouth dropped progressively further down on her client's massive putz.
Before long, Peter could feel his cockhead bumping against the back of Gina's throat. The girl had never deep-throated him but neither had she ever gone this deep before. As he felt his cock begin to slip down her throat he wondered if this time he would get the thrill of having all of his cock deep down Gina's throat.
Not this time. Gina stopped just at a point that was probably her gag reflex. Nonetheless, she was taking an easy eight to ten inches of cock down her throat. For Peter, this was exceptionally deep. Even more exciting, she and Peter had locked eyes. They essentially continued to stare deep into each other's eyes throughout the blowjob. Her dark brown eyes exuded lust and affection as they smiled into Peter's. He expressed his appreciation by moaning and groaning all the louder!
After some ten minutes of this thrilling oral loving, Gina pulled off entirely. Peter's taut, slippery boner glistened with saliva. Gina then slowly slid up toward Peter's mouth; she strongly pressed her sensational body against his muscled form every inch of the way. The feel of the fantastically buxom girl's amazingly soft, swollen tits as they rubbed and molded their bulbous shape against his lean, tight body was so thrilling! This girl's tits — so, so big! — were no silicone afterthought; their incredible softness marked them as entirely natural.
Gina's sensual journey was soon over. She threw her wide-open mouth against Peter's and began passionately to French him. Their mouths wildly opened and closed and their generous lips slipped and slid against each other as the increasingly torrid kiss went on and on. Gina was such a GFE!
As the long kiss finally broke, Peter started his own journey. His long snaky tongue began to lick its way down Gina's fabulous body. He indulged in a major rest stop at her massive bosom, needless to say. Peter gathered Gina's big right tit in his hands. It was so huge, so soft, yet so firm!
The oversized breast, while much bigger than Heather's, was not quite as big as Letitia's; it was not, needless to say, anywhere in the class of the watermelon sized honkers of which Lakisha and Julie could boast. Yet it was plenty big! Gina's huge bags of tit meat were certainly a whole lot more than a handful; the swollen flesh spread well beyond the capacity of Peter's big hands as he rubbed and compressed the massive gland. As a result, Peter certainly did not feel deprived!
The breast-struck fellow was now rolling the enormous mounds of tit flesh between his shaking hands. A serious amount of moaning accompanied his frantic squeezing and fondling. He could feel liberal amounts of pre-cum leaking out of his throbbing cock. Seconds later he was nuzzling Gina's huge breasts. Seconds after that, Peter was licking her generous areolae and, at last, sucking her small but stiff nipples into his hungry mouth. Of course, his hands continued to stroke and even maul her outsized hooters all the while.
In truth, Gina's tits seemed even bigger now than they had been during his visits with the buxom escort at Beth & Friends. "Have your breasts gotten bigger?" Peter asked in between licks. "They seem bigger than before," he added as he continued to stroke and pet the monstrous appendages of soft flesh.
Gina smiled. "My! ... what an observant fellow! My lingerie saleswoman at Strawbridge's told me last week that I'm now officially a 34GG instead of an FF. In fact, I'm in danger of growing out of store-bought brassieres altogether. I'm not really to go public with that news just yet, though. But yes, my bust still seems to be growing." She laughed. "I wonder if that's on account of all the exercise it gets!"
Peter, who had studied the short course on bra sizing offered by Al at the R & D site, knew that Gina's 34FF bra was in truth a 34G. This made her now a 34H. Whatever! No matter what numbers one assigned, her monster tits were certainly huge! Peter celebrated that fact by fondling, kissing, and licking the enormous mounds of flesh for a few more electrifying minutes in celebration of that fact.
Peter then resumed his southward journey. He had a sense that time was a wastin' — his date with Gina was scheduled for an hour and Peter was eager to score not one but two shots on goal. It was therefore time to get Gina fully prepped for the insertion of his colossal penis into the young knockout's pussy.
Gina spread her legs wide as Peter's tongue approached her vagina. She was ready for some Dining at the "Y" or "DATY" as it was described on the TBD site — no doubt about that! Peter began to lightly lap at Gina's already purple-hued cunt lips. She was so wet! Sex juice was just gushing out of her pussy!
After a few minutes of licking her cunt lips and clitoris, Peter gently spread her cunt lips and inserted his tongue deep into her love canal. Jesus! Gina was so open that his tongue slid down all the way to its root. In fact, no sooner had he begun to twirl his tongue around in circles as he licked the walls of her pussy than Gina clenched her entire body and began to shudder.
"Oh, oh, oh" she screamed. "Jesus! That's so good! To think I get paid for this! Fuck!"
Peter waited until her orgasm has subsided and then pulled his hungry mouth off her twat. After a couple of passing caresses and squeezes of her massive bosom, he flung his wide-open mouth at Gina's equally gaping oral cavity. Their tongues flailed at each other. Spit coursed down their cheeks. Peter and Gina were so ready to fuck!
"I hope you brought along one of your super-condoms, baby," Gina said, after the face-swallowing kiss had ended.
"Right here on the nightstand," Peter responded. Then he smiled. "Actually, I brought along a couple!"
"We'll worry about number two later," Gina grinned. "For now, let's get number one on you. I'm totally ready to make love, you super-hung son of a bitch!"
The unnaturally fat shaft of male meat was soon sheathed with one of Peter's custom made, oversized German condoms. He crept between Gina's widely spread legs and prepared to sink his huge tool into the center of Gina's body. As he looked down he saw that the beautiful brunette's privates were not just wet but soaked! Sex juice was dribbling out of her pussy and down her ass crack. Peter began rubbing the vaginal discharges all over her pussy lips to make sure she was well lubricated. He then rubbed his fingers on her gushing pussy several more times, collected a respectable amount of sex muck in his own hands, and rubbed it all over his sheathed cock. On account of the fact his massive dick was covered with latex, he wanted to make sure he provided Gina with as much lubrication as possible.
Gina may have been making a buck out of the encounter, but she was genuinely hot to trot nonetheless. The overly buxom beauty took hold of Peter's huge cock and began rubbing its colossal head up and down her love slit.
Peter then started to lean forward. Gina reacted by locking eyes with her client while simultaneously reaching down with both hands to spread her pussy lips as wide open as possible. She knew from past experience that they were dealing with close clearances!
Peter then began pushing his huge fat cock into her vagina with slow but relentless pressure. The effect was that Gina's cunt lips seemed to be getting stretched to the point of getting paper-thin!
Peter was really twisting and turning as he struggled to make his tennis ball-sized cockhead work its way into Gina's cunt. With a lot of contorted pushing, the massive cockhead finally began to disappear inside Gina's voluptuous, ultra-curvy body. These sexual gymnastics were driving Gina wild; the simple act of getting Peter's cockhead inside her cunt triggered an intense orgasm in the buxom escort.
Peter then shoved his gigantic cock about two more inches inside Gina's body. He then pulled back, waited a second or two, and then plunged an additional couple of inches down her fuck canal. Peter kept shoving and pulling, shoving and pulling, until nearly a foot of cock was buried deep in the sultry girl's dripping pussy. He had now reached a temporary dead end — his cockhead was bumping up against Gina's cervix.
Peter had been here before — lots of times! He slowed his strokes and essentially massaged her cervix with his cockhead until he could feel it give way. He then increased the power of his fuck strokes and only seconds later found himself buried in his buxom playmate's uterus.
At that point Gina and Peter again locked eyes. "Jesus! Peter! You're in my fucking womb!"
Although Peter had fucked her womb every time they had gotten together Gina had forgotten how thrilling, how utterly electrifying, it was to experience a log-sized cock in the center of your body.
Gina would never enter into a personal relationship with a client. The impersonally economic nature of the encounter made it a psychological impossibility for her, and had nothing to do with the personality or appearance of any particular client — even when he had a cock, tongue, and fabulous good looks like Peter. It would just never happen. Peter could fall on his knees and propose at the end of the hour and Gina would just smile, shake her head no, and tell Peter to get his clothes on and beat it!
Still, she also knew that she might be getting the hosing of her life right this very minute. Someday, Gina might fall in love, retire, get married, move to a bungalow in Cherry Hills, and pop a series of babies out of her oven. She knew full well, however, that she would probably never in that relationship — however great it might otherwise be — experience anything like this! As a result, she determined to lay back and enjoy it.
By now Peter was fucking Gina with real power. He was forcefully long-cocking the buxom escort, pulling almost all the way out and then drilling his mule-sized cock back into her body. In the process, his huge balls were loudly slapping against her ass. Even with the condom on, each fuck stroke was making noisy sucking sounds on account of the extremely liquefied state of Gina's cunt. What's more, as vigorously as Peter was fucking Gina, she was fucking right back with equal energy and passion. This girl could pump her hips!
Peter was fucking her hard and fast now with full strokes that were rocketing in and out of her cunt. His condom-clad rod was coated with cunt juice; it brightly glistened as a result every time he nearly pulled out and prepared to ram the enormous tool back into the buxom escort's womb. Gina's ravaged pink pussy lips clung to the invading monster as it plunged and withdrew and then plunged and withdrew again. And again. And again. And again!
Peter was getting real close now. He leaned down and started to hug, kiss, and tongue the voluptuous escort while not missing a single love beat in the process. Gina was so excited that she did not really kiss back but merely let her mouth go utterly slack so that Peter could have his way with her willing oral cavity. God! His thick, squirming lips and wildly plunging tongue were so thrilling!
Peter had been fucking for some fifteen minutes. This wild French kissing took him over the top. He began shaking and shuddering with a ferocious intensity. Chills and thrills of unimaginable strength were coursing up and down his clenched body as his swelling, hardening cock continued to fuck in and out of Gina's incredibly stretched-out cunt.
Peter's entire body was fully tensed; he had shoved every fraction of an inch of his colossal dick into Gina's cunt. He was now uncontrollably grunting and groaning. To the big-titted beauty, it felt as if Peter's cockhead was about to enter her throat from a southerly direction!
Seconds later, Peter began shooting a huge load of cum into his giant rubber. Gina began shuddering in response with yet another overpowering orgasm. Peter's sperm was so hot — even through the condom! There seemed to be so much of it, too! What's more, it was so inexpressibly exciting to have a fellow shoot his semen so deep into her body — even when the seed was getting trapped by a rubber. As Peter's orgasm went on and on and yet another long spurt of jism fruitlessly attempted to assault her ovaries, Gina knew in her heart that this was a, if not the, fuck of a lifetime. And to think she was getting paid $225 for the privilege. It really was too bad Peter was a client!
The spent lovers cuddled and cooed after Peter's astonishingly long four-minute orgasm had finally ended. He kept his softening cock inserted in Gina's ravaged pussy. The couple softly caressed each other and gently French kissed.
As he came down from his sexual high, Peter adjudged that this was one of the most intense fucks of his life. Deprivation, he decided, was the reason. It had been four days since he had made love to Julie at the University Sheraton, after all. Maybe some guys could wait longer than that but not Peter! He had been hornier than hell when he rapped on the Arabian Nights door. And no wonder!
What Peter was conveniently forgetting was that Amanda had blown his glass twice the night before and once more that very morning. On all three occasions Peter has nearly shot a hole in her neck with the power and volume of his mighty spurts of semen. You couldn't say she was not trying to do her part for her highly sexed husband.
For Peter, though, fucking was the thing — at least when sexual intercourse seemed to be relatively unavailable. He was a little bit like the compulsive eater for whom in-between meals simply don't count.
"I have to tell you, baby, that I was just extremely excited today!" Peter kept stroking Gina's huge tits as he delivered his announcement. "My cum was so strong!"
"No shit!" Gina exclaimed with a smile. "I certainly could tell!" Then, she paused for a second and added, "It was good for me, too!"
This last statement was crafted with considerable care. By no means was Gina going to tell Peter that it had been the absolute fuck of her life, even though that happened to be the unvarnished truth. There was no need, after all, to allow Peter's head to get as big as his cock. She could tell from their visits together that both were quite big enough already, thank you! Besides, telling a client something like that when it was true — especially when it was true — represented a loss of control. Gina knew better than that! You only told clients things like that when they were not true! Every girl in the Life knew that!
On the other hand, telling a client that it had been good for you too when the client had not only seen you shake and shudder on about ten different occasions but actually observed the arteries in your thighs throb with sexual delight — well, that was not truth-telling at all but simply damage control! Without a mild statement that "it was good for me, too," the guy might suspect that it was really a whole lot better than that! And that simply would not do! Even when it was!
Peter and Gina continued to chat and fondle each other for the next few minutes. "You're so exciting, honey," he murmured. "And so tight, too! That really makes it exciting for a guy!"
Gina almost chocked with laughter. "Tight! Peter, for you a fully-grown elephant would be tight!"
Peter laughed as well. Then as the laughter subsided, the escort and her client stared into each other's eyes, and their mouths drew together for yet another passionate kiss.
As the open-mouthed kiss went on and on, Peter began to wonder just how much time was left in the session. He knew that Gina was not a clock-watcher; still he knew that most of his hour appointment was gone, and fair was fair. He was gratified, therefore, to notice that his still-inserted cock was beginning to stir. This wild soul kiss was doing wonders for his libido. Boner coming up! Peter decided he might well have sufficient time to grab that second cup of coffee after all!
Perhaps because a sudden swelling in a very sensitive area alerted her to a notable development, Gina suddenly broke the kiss and looked up at Peter with widened eyes. "Peter! We might just have time to make love again but not with the same rubber, for God's sake!"
"You think not?" Peter joked.
"Not!" Gina screeched. "That thing probably has a cup of semen in it. If you tried to make love a second time with that ... that ... thing, it would be like popping a balloon with a ... a ... pin! No thanks! Go get rid of that thing and ... and ... and if you're back soon enough we'll see about getting it on again! With a new rubber!"
As Peter pulled out, both lovers noticed with astonishment that something on the order of a cup and a half of sperm was grotesquely distending the end of the rubber. It was, they quickly decided, either a miracle or a testament to German craftsmanship that the condom had managed to hold its load at all. Peter knew he had been hot, but really ... it was a truly remarkable load of jism — even for him!
Peter carefully cupped both hands under the sagging tip of the rubber and walked — carefully! — into the bathroom. Kersplash! He was back in bed with Gina in less than a minute!
Within seconds, Peter's now fully stiffened, latex-clad cock was furiously plunging in and out of Gina's still stretched out pussy. He idly wondered if the fact this was his second coupling in an hour would affect his performance.
Not to worry! The sight of Gina's bouncy, quivering tits as they shook in harmony with his fuck strokes like half-set bowls of Jell-O, along with the arousing sight of Gina's gorgeous face, sensuously closed eyes, and slightly parted lips — not to mention the astonishing friction her tight cunt bestowed upon his sliding cockskin — combined to do the trick in about ten minutes. He was gratified to notice that Gina seemed to have come at least once during the hurried fuck as well.
The load at the tip of the condom was much more modest this time — though for a guy with Peter's virility, modesty is a relative term. For anyone else, the huge swelling of sex muck at the end of the rubber would have been thought truly heroic.
As Peter (now fully dressed) and Gina (in a short floral-patterned gown out of which her huge tits were exploding) embraced and kissed at the front door, Peter marveled at what a glorious hour it had been. Especially for a guy like Peter who was addicted to firm, outsized breasts (and Gina's 34H mounds of tit flesh were certainly that!), it was hard to imagine a better way to spend an hour. Seeing Gina once again reminded him again that time spent with the amazingly buxom escort was unfailing a thrill. You can be sure that this time was no exception! In light of Gina's beauty, body, and total GFE offerings, the $225 price for the hour was as reasonable as could be.
Not that Peter wouldn't have paid more! Lots more! As he walked down 2nd Street toward the Market Street subway, Peter knew that a combination of Gina and Julie's pussies (and tits), and — yes — his wife's oral and manual ministrations, were going to get him through this pregnancy. Peter certainly had powerful needs but it looked as though he had put together a package to satisfy them.
A twinge of guilt tweaked his conscience as he considered the undeniable fact that he was stepping out on Amanda in the process. He was even stepping out on Julie, in a way! But, hell, look at the circumstances! I mean, Peter said to himself, he was sure that lots of guys looked for a little nooky on the side while their wives were pregnant. Everybody did it! It just didn't mean anything, for God's sake! Not that Amanda would agree, of course — Jesus! He could just imagine her reaction! — but a guy has to do what he has to do. Especially Peter! Big deal! After all, he was going to drop Gina and Julie, too, and give Amanda his full and exclusive loyalty after the baby was born. Well ... after the six week post-delivery recovery period, anyway. Peter knew he had nothing to be guilty or ashamed about. Not a thing!
End of Chapter 22
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