1. For the love of Irene


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: JWren, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    Irene, on her back in the middle of the superking-sized bed, planted the soles of her feet firmly on the cotton sheet. Gazing up at the whirling ceiling fan, she inhaled slowly and deeply. With the expansion of her chest, firm breasts rose impressively and brown nipples pointed majestically skywards. Irene drew her heels back towards her buttocks, allowing her knees to fall sideways and so spreading her soft thighs wide apart. Another silent, deep breath and she wriggled, getting comfortable on the pillow that had been placed under under her hips. With thighs agape and pelvis raised, Irene’s sweet sex was invitingly visible and available. Her arms rested by her sides, clammy palms flat to the bedding. The ceiling fan barely disturbed the air. From the bedside radio came the sounds of chamber music, soft and relaxing. Irene needed to relax, needed to be soothed. She looked along her tanned body, between her breasts and over her slowly-undulating tummy, beyond the trimmed hair of her raised mound to her naked husband. Oliver was slightly to her right on the far side of the room, his back resting against the wall. His cock, slightly smaller than the perceived average, was twitching in the initial stages of arousal. He smiled at Irene, deep brown eyes glistening in his swarthy face. A few beads of sweat had formed on his top lip and on the brow beneath close-cropped black hair. Only minutes ago, he had been licking and lapping at Irene’s pussy, rubbing a thumb over her clit and ...
    crooking two fingers inside, stimulating her until she was dripping and squelching. A few moments more and she might have managed a mini-orgasm, the little fire that Oliver’s fingers and tongue sometimes lit. But her husband had retreated, murmuring, “That’s my girl, wet and ready.” Irene felt the mattress move and slightly turned her head to focus on the man who had clambered aboard and was now kneeling between her open legs. He was a big, solid man - much bigger than her husband - with sandy blond hair cropped short. But it was the looming bronzed torso that captured Irene’s attention. Sucking in air, Irene held her breath as she viewed broad shoulders and chest, rippling stomach muscles and solid thighs. All that took mere seconds to register but a gasp slipped from between crimson lips when she saw the erection pointing at her open pussy. “Oh my,” she muttered, her mouth suddenly parched. She swallowed, creating a little saliva which she tongued around her mouth and licked over dry lips. It was an unwitting, seductive action: breathless and stunned, Irene didn’t realise that her darting tongue was so suggestive. The man with the mammoth cock smiled, tips of white teeth gleaming. Although enthralled, spellbound even, by the massive rod hovering near her groin, Irene’s attention was distracted by Oliver walking towards a chair on her right. His penis, the only one she’d ever had inside her, was now erect but it looked minuscule beneath his slight paunch. She gave a tentative ...
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