1. For the love of Irene


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

    smile in his direction but her eyes oscillated between the two cocks. Irene was amazed that they could look so different. Oliver sat, stroked his erection between thumb and two fingers, and returned her smile. The mattress rocked again and Irene’s attention switched back to the man who was preparing to feed her his vast pole. She was stunned, lost in wild and fearful images of being speared by this whopping stake. The man placed cool palms on her knees and gently eased them further east and west, all the time edging forward until his cock rested on her abdomen, his balls nestling against her mound. The thick shaft felt heavy, hot and solid. The purple skin of the mighty dome looked satin smooth and, fleetingly, Irene was tempted to touch it, wondering if it really was as silky as it appeared. But the man grasped his tool in his right hand, settled back onto his haunches and presented the imposing head to her engorged pussy lips. Irene gasped again, thrilled but also apprehensive about the imminent intrusion of something so large. She quickly glanced back at her husband and saw he was staring intently at the huge helmet rubbing up and down her slippery vulva. Oliver’s masturbating hand now matched the steady rhythm of the cock sliding along her glistening slit. “Your husband has prepared you well. You are nicely wet, very juicy.” The bass voice, although little more than a whisper, regained her attention. “Am I?” she croaked, barely audible and looking at the man’s broad, ...
    toothy smile. “Hmm,” he confirmed, nodding. The tip of the meaty dome had now nudged slightly between her pink folds. “I think you are ready for me. Have you got the condom, Oliver?” “It’s right here, Thomas,” said Oliver, rising from his seat. He picked up a packet from the bedside table, ripped it open but didn’t remove the condom. He handed over the opened packet, smiled reassuringly at Irene, and returned to his chair. Irene watched Thomas roll on the pink sheath. Fully unfurled, it reached halfway down his meaty missile and Irene inhaled sharply, her eyebrows raised in startled amazement. Oliver never unrolled a condom all the way and now she knew, if any confirmation was needed, that she was expected to participate in something quite different, a totally new experience in her life. Irene had ultimately bowed to her husband’s wishes, even admitting to herself that she was somewhat curious: maybe Olly was right, maybe there was more enjoyment to be had in her sex life. So, here she lay. With the insistent encouragement of her husband, who was now naked and watching at her bedside, she was primed to be fucked by another man, a complete stranger. But that isn’t the full story, thought Irene. She took another deep breath. It wasn’t enough that this professional stud was a handsome hulk... oh no, Olly had to arrange much more. Between muscular thighs, her escort had an outstanding, monumental shaft of astonishing proportions. Irene still couldn’t believe her eyes. It was a ...
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