"The Game" by Larry27

[Larry27]

The husband contacted me with the username "Mr. D", so I call her "Mrs. D". I know their real names, but pretend I do not. The husband needs to think I do not. Anonymity is the nature of the arrangement, but I have to take safety precautions.

The Game is about the two of them. I work out every detail to make things look like they happen flawlessly and appear spontaneous. The success of it depends on me doing several hours of work behind the scenes. However, by the time I meet with the couple, pleasantries have to be whittled down to presenting myself to the female client as a well groomed and well mannered tool. I am here to provide a sexual awakening for a wife, thus fulfilling a fantasy for the husband. I am a "specialist" because I have discovered, quite by accident, that I am good at it and take the time to improve the process. I also have been blessed with a larger than average sized cock. I do it for free...well... for the rush, and the sex really.*

This man contacted me online. *I have a "friend", an IT guy for a large government entity, that gets me names and background checks via IP addresses. As far as he knows, I am checking out new employees because I make sure the information he sees in the email is innocuous. In exchange, his family enjoys a lot of top cut beef. *

Once the clients are cleared, my next requirement from the husband is that he sends pictures of his wife to me. Since I don't charge for my service, I reserve the right, to put it bluntly, to turn down the ugly ones.

My final pre-screening requirement is that he and I meet somewhere that is a moderate distance from his house. This not only gives us a chance to talk without the risk of being accidentally seen by *a neighbor or a brother-in-law, but it also shows me he is serious. I have been stood up several times, but so far, if the man shows up for drinks, it is going all the way.*

This husband who set up The Game for today has done everything to indicate he is serious. *I have a really good idea with whom I am dealing. I have given him a thorough, honest, history of me without revealing too much personal information, though he has no way to prove or disprove any of it. The only two things he really cares about is making sure I won't give his wife an STD and that I follow through with my part of the deal. I have provided him with documentation of my clean bill of health. I did this by meeting him at a free clinic. He came inside with me, stayed in the waiting room, and once we got to the parking lot, I covered my personal information and showed him the results. It is another "hoop" that protects all of us and proves to me he is for real. As far as me following through, if a man has a chance to fuck a beautiful woman with no strings attached, he will be there.*

This well mannered demeanor I approach the client with is only a launching point as it is always subject to change depending on where her fantasy takes us. I am always ready to become what the female wants. I have given instruction to the husband. I have explained to him that letting her go with her instincts will not only make this a pleasurable experience for her, but he will likely learn something surprising about her. I also tell him jealousy is not an option and he needs to prepare himself mentally for this. I assure him that I have witnessed incredible results from those who were strong enough to fight jealousy. *I have never been kicked out by an angry husband, but have experienced one who was unable to get past his insecurity and it probably ended up in an argument after I left. Finally, I make sure he knows he is a spectator ONLY *unless she invites him in. If this happens, I am open to what she wants, but stop short of any sex acts between myself and another man. She will love him more for giving her this gift of guilt-free pleasure which will be rewarding to him if he trusts me.

According to our arrangement, when I arrive it will be under the guise that I am there to set her up with a sexual encounter with someone I employ - a "mysterious stranger". The husband is afraid she will back out if I present myself simply as a walking cock. He wants to "ease her along and see where it takes us". I came up with the idea of posing as the "employer" several clients ago. It worked for the uneasy wives before, so I am pretty certain it will work this time. I will pretend I am simply there to gather information so I can find the right match from my staff of carefully selected studs. The wife has no idea I am the only "employee" and that I really am just a guy who inherited a large farming business that practically runs itself.

The Game was developed out of my boredom and some luck. Upon taking over the business, I learned right away the most efficient way to run it was to let the people my dad hired do their jobs while I manage the cash flow. I found it is counterproductive to hang around the facility because the work slows down when "the boss is here" as the managers all feel like they need to focus on me. It didn't take long to figure out I needed something...extracurricular...to do. *After the expenses of maintaining and improving the business, which consisted mainly of paperwork, phone calls and a weekly visit with the bank to schmooze in order to get the best interest rates, I had plenty of money and time on my hands. When the kids left for school and my wife, an interior decorator, went to wherever her work would take her, I had nothing to take up the majority of my time. My wife has only wanted sex every other week since I have known her, but has always been worth the wait. She is wild in bed if I don't pressure her. It's just that I could go everyday if she was willing. Combining boredom and my sex drive was not a good thing. I was spending my days surfing for porn or checking up on old friends through Facebook.

Studding myself out began when I made an arrangement with an old friend I found on Facebook four years ago. His wife was an absolutely gorgeous Hispanic woman, was involved in her community, was a prude and very unhappy. The plan came out of an argument between the two of them when he once shouted angrily, "You need to get laid with a massive cock so you can quick taking all your frustration out on me!" Her response was, "Maybe I do! Do you know anyone?" Later, after things calmed down and they had a few drinks, they laughed about it, but then the conversation turned to seriously exploring the idea. It was a fortunate coincidence that I was willing to be a sounding board for him during his rough marital moments. I will admit it was strange when he typed, "Do you know anyone with a big dick who would fuck my wife?" He had no idea about the gift between my legs and I half-joked, "Sure! How about me?" After talking about it and coming to the realization this was more than just fantasy talk, I sent him a video proving I was not exaggerating about my size. After several weeks of planning...and nervously over-planning, we finally gave it a try.*

The plan worked flawlessly and made he and his wife very happy. He told me she thought it was the "best gift he ever gave her". *He explained we could no longer be in contact, but he was grateful. So was I. She was a great fuck! I decided to try setting up similar encounters with strangers after that experience, so I set up a website. The Internet is a wonderful thing.

I will continue to look at The Game as a win/ win until I find a down side to it. *After all, I get to have sex with beautiful women and their husbands get all the credit and adoration. I have been with several women. All of the stud experiences have have been set up by husbands, though I imagine some of them were initiated by the wife. Couples come to me because their wives have become too uptight in the past several years of marriage or have become less interested in sex after they started having children. They have come to me because, as a couple, they have become bored with their sex life. Some men have enlisted my service because they just want to give their wife a rare surprise. All of these husbands have two things in common. They want to watch and they believe a big dick is the answer. The reality is a big cock has brought excitement and joy back into my clients' lives almost every time so far, but I won't pretend to understand why.*

Even with this kind of success, I still get a little bit nervous each time. *Mr. D's wife is a teacher. *I don't know if it is that I spent my teenage years mentally undressing my hot female teachers or if it is the idea of fucking an authority figure, but I am excited and a little apprehensive as I walk to the front door and ring the bell.

They meet me at the door as a couple. This is a good sign. Now I know she is up for the idea at the least. She is wearing a blouse, jeans and sandals. Her hair is shoulder length and she has it pulled back behind her ears and held in place by her sunglasses. Her dangling white earrings accentuate her neckline and her beautiful skin tone. It is all I can do to not take her right there, but I am playing the role of the "arranger" right now. *Besides, it is better to build her lust and then let her unleash her passion. I want her pussy to be moist before I ever touch it. I have learned how to do that by now. I have seen women do things they never thought they would do until provided with live fantasy. It *still amazes me that the right set of questions can have such a physiological effect.*

As we start the meeting, I immediately go into professional mode. I pull out a disclaimer form and have them both sign it. This is not really a legal document, but is a tool to cement the thought that I am not emotionally involved in this. It also positions the couple on the "same side" psychologically. Then I pull out the questionnaire. I am not sure what the "trigger" question will be, but once I find it I will go down that road until it ends with my cum in her or on her with her begging for more and turning to her husband to finish her as I walk out the door satisfied.*

Q: "Have you ever been touched sexually by someone other than your husband since your wedding?"
A. "No"
(note: warm up question)

Q. "Do you like men, women or both?"
A. "Men"
(note: Matter-of-fact answer. It means nothing at this point, but it is not a trigger)

Q. "Do you love your husband?"
A. "Yes"

Q. "Does your husband love you?"*
A. "Yes"
(note: She looks at him when she answers. Good - they are together in this.)

Q. "Do you like your husband to use sex toys on you?"
A. *"Sometimes"
(note:She shifted in her chair which means there is more to this. Possible trigger?)

Q. "Sometimes means there are some you like and some you don't?"
A. "Yes"

Q. "Do you like vibrating toys?"
A. "I...um..."(she looks at husband for help that she isn't going to get)"...sometimes?"
(note: Vibration is not a requirement for her. "Sometimes" can also mean she is being deliberately vague because she is afraid to relinquish control. This is normal, but can last all day if I let it. It is time for me to take some control with a more direct question.)

Q. "Since we can conclude you like a toy that can be inserted, would you rather have one inserted in your pussy or your ass?"
A. "My..." She glances at her husband again and he looks at her as though he is waiting for her to answer which restaurant she would rather go to. "...pussy?"*
(note: having her SAY "pussy" and/or "ass" now gives her freedom to talk about them during sex. I am heading down the right path. I have found her trigger.)

Q. "Let's talk about size. Would you say you would prefer a small toy, a medium toy or a large toy. Please be honest. Nobody will judge you, but I need to know to be able to give you the best possible experience."
A. "Well...if we are going to be honest...then none of the above. I didn't agree to consider this so somebody can sell me a sex toy. I want something real...and...big...interests me.*
(note: She glanced at her husband as she struggles to say "big". He nods. *She is interested in fucking a different man and he wants to see it happen. She adjusted her bra on her left breast. Touching herself without touching herself? Good sign.)*

Q. "Got it. This is your adventure. Thank you for telling me that. I use the sex toys questions as a way to get information about you, which I was able to. You want a real cock...and a big one", I say as I write on my survey. "Next we will need to get your cup size and discuss your erogenous zones. However, I first need to confirm *from you, Mr. D, that you are still okay with this."
A. "Yes. Definitely." nods the husband.
(note: She didn't walk away when I said she wants a big cock and then smiled at him when he answered me. This means she knows this is really going to happen.)

Q. "I need you to strip down to your bra and panties for me so I can take some pictures. Your husband has the confidentiality form I signed. I need to create a file on you to set up the best match. Is that ok with you?"
A. "Yes"
* * **
She stands up and takes her sunglasses off, placing them on the coffee table. She then lifts her shirt up over her head, being careful not to mess up her hair. Her bra is white and I never get tired of seeing the cleavage a properly fitted bra creates. She folds her shirt and sets it beside her on the couch.

She removes her belt, lying it neatly on the shirt and then unbuttons and unzips her jeans revealing a glimpse of her matching white panties. She is trying to act as though she is not nervous, but gets a little flustered when she realizes she still has her sandals on. Sitting back down on the couch, she unbuckles and removes each sandal. She picks them up and starts to place them on top of her shirt, but realizes she is about to put shoes on a light colored shirt and decides to set them on the floor under the coffee table instead, embarrassed. Standing back up, she removes her pants, folds them and places them on top of the belt and shirt. I can immediately feel myself getting hard. She is stunning. I want to reach down and pull the smooth material contouring her pussy to one side and slide my finger inside her while I kiss her neck, but I stay with the plan. It is working perfectly, so I decide to skip the small talk about erogenous zones. If I feel the momentum slipping, I can always circle back.*

I immediately stand up,walk over to her and say in a businesslike tone, "I need your bra size. I will check the tag. It isn't that I don't trust you to tell the truth, but I find that taking a snapshot of it helps my guys to believe me when I tell them about you. This is kind of like setting up a blind date. *This business is all about trust and this is a simple validation. Would you mind leaning forward so I can grab a shot?"*

"Ok."
* *
I stand up in front of her before she can shift her back around to me. Instead of the obvious move, which would be to have her stand up and turn around, I bend her head forward and lean over her to snap the picture. *My rock hard cock in my pants is now right in front of her face. I linger there as long as possible without becoming too obvious. *When I assist her in leaning back up, I look down at the bulge in my pants and say, "Oh. Sorry about that. You are a very beautiful woman and..." I stop and look at her husband with a pretend "I'm sorry" face.

Right on cue, The husband leans over and whispers something to his wife. She looks at me and then back at him and nods. He says,"I don't know if you would be cool with this, but would you be interested in fucking my wife?"

I play dumb and employ a nervous laugh I have mastered over the last four years. I hide my elation that she took the bait. "Well, I would have to look at my schedule to see when I could come back...and then it kind of takes the 'mysterious stranger' aspect away..."

I discovered early that silence is a powerful tool, so I don't say anything, waiting to see who flinches first. Instead I begin thumbing through my phone calendar pretending to look for an a variable slot in my busy schedule. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see I have thrown Mr. D for a loop with my response. *This is part of the charade. I need an honest response from the wife. Some things are better left as a surprise.

Mr. D looks at his wife, and then starts speaking slowly, giving her a chance to change her mind. "I, um...actually.... meant, um... right now."

I quickly look up from my phone, feigning surprise, and catch a glimpse of Mrs. D briefly touching her pussy and notice a wet spot as she moves her hand to the top of her thigh while crossing her legs. *"I...absolutely want to...I mean it is up to you, ma'am."

Mrs. D has been fairly quiet up to now, but begins to try to take control of the situation the best way she knows how. She takes on her "school teacher" demeanor. "Ok.", she says,"I see no reason to get anyone else involved. You'll do."

This is where my best acting comes in as I become part of her fantasy. She feels like she is now in control and being spontaneous. I have learned how to go with this in a very natural manner, though she is being predictable according to my experience. I am letting her dictate the story from here, but under my guidance and parameters. Following "her lead" I say,"Do you want to go the bedroom?"

She looks me in the eye and asks, "Are you...clean?"*

I still play a bumbling fool as I say "I have documentation...I mean, we all do...medical documentation showing a clean bill of health. I gave a copy to your husband...and I do shower, but it was kind of a long drive...how about this? Would you like me to clean up and then meet you in the bedroom?"*

"Come with me." She leads me to the bathroom and turns on the faucet and water begins to fill the bathtub. She checks the temperature with her hand. She then turns to her husband and says, " Honey?"

"Yeah?" as he leans against the bathroom door frame with his hands in his pockets. He is unsure what to do at this point and really feels like he has lost control. *She is smart, though, and knows how to handle both of us.

She simply says, "I love you."

"I love you too."

" Why don't you grab a chair and put it in front of the bathtub? I think you will want to watch this."*

"Ok."*

He steps out. I now know we are free to let loose. He is excited about giving her a big cock as a gift and she is excited to give him a thrill with something he has probably only recently talked about but has wanted for years. She takes this time to remove her earrings and place them on the countertop between the sinks. As soon as he arrives and places his chair in position, they smile at each other. She slowly takes her eyes off him and turns to face me as she removes her bra. My eyes, which were already taking in the half naked teacher, move down her neck, across her shoulders and finally to her tits and her intriguing nipples. She immediately removes her panties and holds them up revealing the wet spot. "Looks like I am a little bit excited." She smiles and tosses them at her husband. "A souvenir." she says with a coy smile and then looks down as she realizes what she said and is embarrassed by her action. She takes a second, takes a deep breath and suddenly says, "What the Hell. I've come this far and steps toward the tub.

She tugs at my shirt, "Come on." as she steps into the water.

I quickly pull my clothes off and step into the tub. There is barely enough room for the two of us because I am trying very carefully not to poke her with my hard-on while I search for a way for both of us to comfortably sit. "We're not going to be here that long. We can both stand." as she reaches down and adjusts the water temperature and slows it down to a quiet trickle.

She immediately gets down to business. She grabs her husband's shower gel and pours some into her hand. I think she is going to grab my cock, clean it, fuck me and be done with me. Instead she pours a cup of warm water on my head and begins washing my hair. *As she leans forward and up to reach the top of my head, my dick is poking her in her rib cage. She looks down and silently smiles. She continues washing and rinsing me from my head down. When she gets to my pelvic area, she skips over it saying, "I will do that last." and washes every other part of my body.*

Once she finishes washing my feet, "Lift up. Down. Lift up. Down. Ok." she then pours another handful of shower gel into her hand. She then rubs both hands together as she gets on her knees. She reaches forward with her soapy hands and wraps them around my cock. For the benefit of her husband she says, "I think this is the biggest one I have seen in real life. It curves up. I bet that will feel really good." I almost cum thinking about it. I am looking down at a naked woman I was never supposed to fuck - who, three weeks ago, thought the only man she would ever fuck the for rest of her life was the one sitting in the chair watching. Now she is holding my cock with two hands like she is holding a submarine sandwich. The water glistens off her. "Let me know before you are going to cum. This is a one time deal and I don't want it to end in disappointment." she says. She then lets go and proceeds to clean every inch of my cock, balls and the inside of my thighs. She is taking charge and I am letting her for now.

"Turn around."*

I do. She then washes my ass cheeks and makes her way to my asshole.

"Bend over."

Once again I do as I am instructed. She then scrubs my asshole with a *soapy loofa. I feel her tits rub up against my butt cheeks as she stands up. She then places a hand on my back as a way to signal, "Stay where you are." and I feel a slight pressure on my anus, followed by the tip of her middle finger slipping inside. She leans forward and begins to nibble on my ear, her tits resting on my back, and suddenly thrusts her finger all the way up my ass and begins to finger fuck me.

"Now it is MY turn to ask the questions. Have you ever been finger fucked in the ass before? Tell me, pretty boy. I want to know."*

"No." I manage to get out.*

"Well, you have now." she says smiling as she withdraws her finger and washes her hands thoroughly with soap. "You need to wash me now."

I glance at the husband and he just grins at me. Any part of him that might be a little bit jealous is gone now. She is a smart lady and she completely surprised him with that move. According to our earlier conversations, she is not an aggressive person. However, this confirms what I told him earlier about the changes that come over a woman when she is in a live fantasy and that he would learn something new about her. She did that for her husband's benefit, but somewhere deep inside, she has always wanted to do that.*

I turn around and grab the soap. I begin by washing her hair. It is soft. I gently move down to her face and notice it's contour and the shape of her nose and mouth. I fixate on her mouth for a while until I move down her beautiful neck and then make my way to those tits I have been wanting to squeeze ever since I saw her tug at her bra earlier. I soap them up nicely with a gentle circular motion. Each time I brush across a nipple it seems to get longer and harder. I make my way down her stomach and rub my hand on her slightly pooched belly. Many young men are turned off by this, but as a father, I know this signifies a selfless woman who sacrificed her perfect little body to give life to a child. It is beautiful.

I move down to her pussy and see the soap and water dripping over her cleanly cropped mound. I slowly wash her pussy, then reach back between her legs as I clean her asshole. I stick my finger a little way up in her ass and she jumps a little in surprise as I do it. I want to fuck her in the ass. When she shoved her finger up my ass, I realized my cock will feel monstrous to her tight ass. This may be her fantasy, but maybe I can fulfill one of mine at the same time. Suddenly, "I want fuck a teacher" has now turned into "I want to dominate a teacher."*

I work my way down her muscular legs. *She continues to let me rub soap all the way down to her feet. Once I finish, I see she has already rinsed herself off. Since I am already on my knees, I start to place my mouth on her pussy. She backs away and says, "Not yet."*

She motions for her husband to come close. He steps up to her and she whispers something in his ear and pulls back for an answer. He smiles a genuine smile and nods his head "Yes." She gives him a long passionate kiss and grabs his cock through his pants. He sits back down. She turns to me and kisses me in a lustful manner as she thrusts her tongue deep into my mouth. I pull her close and smash her tits against me as I bend my knees to lower myself down and stick my rod between her legs - not inside her yet - just between her legs as my hard dick curves up along the contour between her thighs and I feel my tip barely touching the *division of her ass cheeks. I am so hard now I feel like I could straighten up and let her ride on it. She starts grinding on my stiffness as we continue to twirl our tongues around each other's mouth. She pulls back slowly as she runs her hand down her pussy and then gently wraps her hand around my cock and says, " Let's go." She reaches down and opens the drain. I am starting to drip some semen, but before I can wipe it off, she turns and wipes it off and licks her finger like she was getting the last bit of cake batter out of the mixing bowl.

As the husband hands us towels, I notice a wet spot on the opposite side of her wet handprint on the front of his Khakis. I know it is a cum stain.*

We step out of the tub. She has me worked up and lets me take over. Instead of moving immediately to the bedroom, I turn her around and have her place both hands on the bathroom counter. It is a double basin sink so I shift her over toward, what appears to be the Mr. D's sink as he moves the chair out of the way and sits on the edge of the tub where he has a clear view. I reach around and place my hands on her tits as I shove my cock against her back and finally kiss her neck. I run my tongue down her back and ass as I go down to my knees, bend her over further, and I begin to eat her ass and pussy out. I then spin her around slowly and brush my cheek against the softness of her pussy. My tongue finds my way to her mound as I take some time to suck her pussy lips deeply into my mouth and taste her sweetness. My tongue is on automatic by now and finds it way in and out of her and finally makes it's way to her clit. I am so energized that I flitter and swirl my tongue tirelessly until she stiffens and then pulsates in an orgasm. I stand up and she immediately drops to her knees and begins putting my cock as far as she can down her throat. She isn't just returning a favor, she is practically worshipping it as she takes turns between taking as much as she can into her mouth and gently sucking my balls into her mouth.

I glance over at the husband and he is watching in amazement that she is in this frenzy and so uninhibited.

Just before I shoot my load, I pull out , take her hand and begin to lead her to the bedroom. My balls are aching right now and feel like I am going to explode so I am thankful for the minor break. I want to experience everything about her.

We go into the bedroom. There are pictures of the couple's kids on the dresser. The decor shows the touch of a nurturing mom. I feel a little perverted because it is a rather conservative room for what is about to happen. It is a huge turn on.

I*lay her down on her back on the bed. She immediately relaxes her body as she is ready to experience whatever I want to do. I explore every inch of her body with both of my hands. When I get to her mound, I rub from front to back and then gesture for her to stand up, face the bed and bend over, placing her hands on the bed. I lean forward and whisper, "I am going to need some lube." She points to the bed stand and says, "Bottom drawer."

As I retrieve the lube, I look at Mr. D. He is smiling with anticipation of what he is about to see. I think, "I like Mr. D. I think I may try to get him to fuck my wife while I watch sometime." I get rock hard again thinking about it. I also grab the moisturized wipes in the drawer next to the lube.

I*quickly return to my position beheid her, pour some lube onto my finger and slowly insert it into her ass to prepare her. She winces a little. I rub lube on my cock, with a little extra on the head. I then slowly put the tip of my cock in her ass. It is tight, so I wait for her to relax. The husband moves around to the side where he can see her face. After a few seconds, I feel her relax and slide the rest of my dick inside. She gasps as it happens and then bends down further, leaning on her elbows on the bed. I have to hold still for a few seconds because the warmth and tightness of her asshole feels like the first pussy I fucked back in high school and I don't want to cum yet. I look down at her smooth sloping back and her position and it blows my mind that I am fulfilling my fantasy of dominating a teacher. This morning she was teaching kids about parts of speech and haikus and the kids were looking at her as their wholesome innocent teacher and now I am standing over her with my entire shaft in her ass. I start sliding in and out for several minutes as she responds with a noise that is either pleasure or pain, or that glorious feeling in between. I decide she's had enough and start to pull out when I hear her say, "Don't stop." I see that Mrs. D is looking at her husband as she says, "You can go harder." I ram it in a little harder and faster, but not enough to hurt her and stop myself just short of orgasm. I pull out and she lays back on the bed.*

As I use the wipes to clean my cock, she scoots to the middle of the bed and reaches out motioning for Mr. D. to sit at her head. He accommodates her as he climbs up in place. She reaches up and says, "Hold my hands." as she spreads her legs. He takes hold of her hands and she says, "Scoot back a little and stretch me out. I want you to see everything." Then she locks her eyes on me and mouths the words, with her head tilted slightly back so we both can clearly see, as well as hear, "Fuck me hard."

I place the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy and slowly work it in. It is not as tight as her asshole, but still tight for me. I push a little further...still tight...I am careful not to force it...and finally my entire shaft is buried inside her. I feel her soft interior wrapped tightly around my dick and I lean down to feel her rock hard nipples against my chest. She lets out a measured "mmmmm" as I begin to pump. I begin speeding up as the in-and-out becomes a fast, even rhythm. She feels incredibly wet now. I reach up and tweak her right nipple while continuing to fuck her. She is still holding onto her husband's hands as he watches from the best vantage point. He can hear the sloppy rhythmic sound of her wet pussy and her moans of pleasure. He can smell the pheromones as his wife and another man's chemistry mixes. I notice the spot on the front of his pants is wet again.*

I feel another gush of warm wetness inside her and know she is about to have another orgasm. It is up to me to give her an intense finale.

I slow down and give both tits a squeeze and then place my hands on either side of her body. I begin pumping again, but ramp it up quickly to hard thrusting and then to pounding my dick in and out of her as hard and deep as I can. The slap, slap, slap of my body slamming into hers is getting loud. Her tits are jiggling back and forth and we both are breathing hard as my sweat drips down on her. She gets close an I hear her; "mmmmm.....mmmmmm....MMMMMMMMMMM- UHN!" Her entire body is rigid as her abs and pelvic area ripple and she has a look of complete pleasure on her face - oblivious to the world around her. "MMMMMmmmmmm!" Another one. MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!" Another.

Immediately after her biggest contraction I release a huge load of cum inside her and and can feel my own orgasm down to my toes. I shoot five times in total, the last two producing very little cum. I want to empty every last drop of my cum in her, so I pump until I go completely soft and can barely hold myself up, partially because of fatigue, but mostly because I am literally shaking from this overwhelming experience.

I*leave my dick inside her until I feel the last of the series of small spasms come to an end. I lay down on top of her briefly, just to feel her body one last time, then roll off her as all three of us remain still and speechless for a couple of minutes.*

She was the first to speak, and horsely says, " Honey?"*

"Yeah?"

"Lay here with me."*

I get out of the bed and slip into the bathroom to get my clothes on and get out of there per the deal we made. As I walk past the bed to head out, I see the husband on his knees on the bed with his back to me and Mrs. D's head is bobbing slowly. He tenses up and shoots a load into the back of her throat and she swallows it all, exhausted, but still in a sexual euphoria.*

I leave without being noticed.*

* The asterisks' mark my spacing errors as a result of copy/paste from my tablet. My apologies.