Diana Goodman stared at the ceiling, listening to Clark’s heavy breathing. He slowly slid off her body. Her clit throbbed, almost mimicking her accelerated heart beat. Her pussy was on fire. Her anger increased as she felt the slow trickle of Clark’s seed drip from her sensitive core. Then, the low rumble of Clark snoring filled the bedroom and broke the silence. It also broke something within Diana. Something had to change.
Diana sprang to her feet. Her body moved with purpose while her mind spiraled out of control. She left her bedroom, passing by the doors of her three children. She quietly descended the stairs, moving through the darkness like a cat on the hunt. The clock in the kitchen read 12:37 am, illuminating her pathway with its digital glow. She made her way downstairs again, to the basement. She passed through their family room, locking herself in the bathroom.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edges of the sink. Diana stared into her own eyes. She knew this rage inside her had been building for years. After many deep breaths, she began to calm down. Slowly, she stood straight up and stepped back from the sink until her back was against the wall. The wall felt ice cold against her tanned skin. Her long dark hair was damp with sweat. Her skin shone under the bathroom light. Diana’s eyes roamed over her 36-year-old body. Her hands trailed up the curves of her hips, over her abdomen, finally cupping her heavy breasts. Her delicate fingers traced circles around each of her areolas. Diana watched herself in the mirror, focused only on her own pleasure. Her thumbs and forefingers captured both of her erect nipples. She pulled hard on them, lightning bolts of pleasure travelling down her spine and directly to her clit. She lifted her leg and perched her foot on the sink. Diana’s breathing had become heavy again. Now, she was in control. Her rage replaced by a desperate need to cum. Her right hand slid down her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Her fingers glided over the heart-shaped patch of dark pubic hair she had left for Clark above her plump pussy lips.
Diana bit her bottom lip as she looked at her cunt. Her fingers parted her lips. Clark’s load leaked its last bit out, slinking down her thigh to just above her knee. She reached down and scooped up her husband’s cum in her fingers. She rubbed her meaty labia and pulled back the hood of her big clit. Diana slowly stroked her engorged clit as her other hand brought her nipple to her mouth. She bit down on the hard tip as her middle finger and ring finger plunged into her wet pussy. She curled her fingers to massage her g-spot. Diana pumped her pussy with her fingers at a steady pace. She released her nipple with a wet pop, her opposite hand moving down her body to rub her clit. She stared into the mirror, watching her fingers manipulate her pussy. A bead of sweat trickled down her chest, between her jiggling breasts as her fingers worked relentlessly on her hungry pussy. Diana felt that familiar swell of endorphins she had given herself so many times before. She watched her body succumb to orgasm as her fingers worked feverishly. Her pussy spasmed and a gush of clear fluid spewed forth as her body gave in to the pleasure she so desperately needed. She rode out the climax for as long as she could, her legs trembling but not losing balance. Her wet fingers finally retreated from her quivering hole. She stabled herself on the sink once again. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her needs were sated, for now. She knew everything would change tomorrow.
The next morning, Diana was up before Clark. She showered and wrapped herself in her robe. She saw her three daughters off to school. She packed a lunch for Clark. She returned to their master bathroom, where Clark was in the shower. “Call in to work today. I want to talk,” Diana said.
“We can talk after work, can’t we? I’m an astrophysicist. I don’t call in,” Clark said. Diana expected his dismissal. She settled on the couch, biding her time. Clark retrieved his lunch from the refrigerator and left, as he did every day, without saying goodbye. Diana poured herself a glass of wine and calmly scrolled through the news of the day on her phone. She decided 9 am was the perfect time. ‘I want a divorce,’ she typed out in a text to Clark and hit send. She finished her glass of wine and poured herself another full glass. Just as expected, Clark burst into the door at 9:27 am. “Diana! What’s wrong? Is everything okay!?” Clark asked with concern.
“Do I have your attention now?” Diana responded calmly, sipping her wine.
He stood over her, his imposing 6’3″ frame wracked with confusion at the sight of his wife’s calm demeanor. “You’re drinking this early!? I don’t know what fucking game you are playing, but, for Christ’s sake…explain yourself!” Clark demanded, growing louder in frustration. Diana rose to her feet, gulping down the wine remaining in her glass. She pushed the empty glass into her husband’s chest.
“Don’t raise your voice to me. Now, pour me another one,” she said in a stern, yet calm tone. Clark took the empty glass and retreated to their liquor cabinet where the open bottle of chardonnay sat. Diana watched with a smile as he filled the glass once again. He returned to her with the glass, and she accepted it from him. He began to speak, but Diana interrupted him.
“Shut up and sit down,” she demanded sternly. She was reveling in her total control of the situation. Clark slumped against the couch. “Clark, you are a good father. You’ve given me three beautiful daughters. You’ve given me this house and this lifestyle. Do you know what you haven’t given me?” Diana asked. Clark shrugged his shoulders as he stared at the floor.
“A fucking orgasm, Clark!” she snapped harshly.
“We had sex last night!” Clark retorted.
“You fucking had sex last night! I lay there as you stabbed with your little dick until you dumped your pathetic load in my cunt!” Diana screamed. He buried his face in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes. She just collected herself. Another gulp of wine slid down her throat. “Do you know what my pubic hair looks like?” the statuesque beauty asked her husband.
“It’s dark,” Clark whimpered. Diana laughed and set her glass of wine down on the mantle. She tore open her robe and let the garment pool around her ankles. She stood before him, completely naked, revealing the heart-shaped patch of hair above her pussy lips.
“I cut it that way for you, but of course, you didn’t notice. When was the last time you ate my fucking pussy!” she screamed. Clark began to cry. Diana picked her glass of wine up again and took another sip. “You haven’t made me cum in three years,” she stated directly.
“I’m so sorry,” Clark pleaded. “I’ll be better. I’ll make this work!” he begged as tears slid down his cheeks. “I love you!” he said.
“I love you, Clark,” Diana admitted. She sighed as she listened to him cry. “You can’t satisfy me. I’m going to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. That’s how we fix this. If you don’t like it, you can explain to your daughters why you’re moving out when they get home,” she stated. Diana filled her wine glass once more and headed upstairs to their bedroom.
Clark collected himself, wiping away his tears. He carried a deep sense of sorrow and shame. He knew his wife was right. He had neglected her needs and taken her love for granted. He followed her upstairs, finding Diana on their bed. Her nude body was propped up against her pillow and the headboard. Her legs were spread wide. Her wine glass in her hand.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy?” Clark asked.
“No, Clark. You had your chance,” she responded. She was calm now. She was in control.
“You can’t be serious about fucking other people,” he said.
Diana looked him directly in his eyes as he stood at the foot of the bed. “My dear husband, I gave up my dreams and aspirations to be your housewife. I made that decision for the both of us. I had your babies. I raised your babies. I did all that because I loved you and I believed in you. I knew you were brilliant, and you are. You quit appreciating me somewhere along the way. This is not a negotiation. I’m making this decision because I love myself. I still love you. However, from here on out, I’m in charge. You will please me when I want. You will receive pleasure when it is earned. You belong to me. If you don’t understand the parameters I’m laying out, then you can get the fuck out,” Diana said with a cool confidence.
Her pussy was absolutely soaked. She was getting very turned on by this shift of power in their relationship.
“As a matter of fact, we can get started now. Go get my phone from the living room,” she ordered.
Clark rushed off and Diana smiled wide. His obedience made her happy. He quickly returned, placing the phone on her nightstand next to the bed. “Get naked,” she ordered. Clark quickly stripped off his shirt and tie. He removed his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, pushing his underwear and pants to the floor. “Now, tell me who has a big cock?” Diana purred.
“What?” he asked.
“Did I stutter? You’ve been in lockerooms and restrooms with your friends and colleagues. I’m sure you’ve seen a cock you’ve been envious of. So, who has a big cock?” Diana purred, enjoying making Clark squirm.
“Bruce has a big, thick cock,” her husband admitted.
“Oh my God! Your best friend!” Diana laughed. “This couldn’t get any better! How big is it?” she asked through her giggles of joy. She sipped from the glass of wine in her left hand. Her right hand slipped between her legs, spreading her pussy lips and pulling back the hood of her clit. She was blatantly showing Clark how aroused she was. His limp cock started to twitch.
“I think he has 8 or 9 inches,” Clark said. His cock got harder.
“You saw him hard? Where and when did you see this? Did you want to suck it? Did you envy him?” Diana rattled off as she set her wine glass down and picked up her phone.
“Yes, I saw him hard. It was in college, before he met Selina. I walked in on him fucking a girl at a party. No, I didn’t want to suck him, it was just…you were already pregnant and…it was big and I wish I could have given you that,” Clark admitted. His cock was now rock hard. He wrapped his right hand around his 5-inch shaft.
“Did I tell you that you could touch that?” his wife asked. Clark released his cock and placed his hands at his sides. He was obviously frustrated and Diana enjoyed every second of it. “You’re enjoying this,” she said, acknowledging his arousal.
“I like the thought of you cumming. I like the thought of seeing you take a big cock,” Clark admitted. Diana threw her phone to Clark.
“Take my picture,” she commanded. She displayed her soaked pussy for him. Clark snapped a few pictures of his beautiful wife’s body. “Pick your favorite and send it to him,” Diana instructed.
“He is married. What about Selina?” Clark asked hesitantly.
“He can say no. You can’t,” Diana replied. Clark sent the text as he was told. Within a minute, her phone dinged with a response.
“He says ‘Whoa, I think that was meant for Clark!'” her husband read aloud.
“Tell him it wasn’t. Tell him you took the picture,” she said. Her husband obediently typed out the text and sent it.
“You serious?” Clark read. Diana shifted on the bed. She brought her head down to the foot of the bed. She hung Clark’s cock over her face. It covered her forehead, his cockhead hanging over her left eye.
“Tell him I need more than this,” Diana directed. Clark took the picture and sent the text.
“When?” was Bruce’s response, Clark read aloud.
“Friday night…the girls will be gone. Tell him he can fuck me on Friday night,” Diana said. Clark typed out the text and hit send. Diana repositioned herself again. She stretched her legs out, wrapping her toes around Clark’s cock. “You’re not getting any pussy today. My cunt is reserved for big cocks. I’ll let you cum on my pretty feet,” Diana purred.
Clark set her phone down and began to stroke his cock. His engorged head rubbed against her dainty toes. Diana smeared the leaking precum around his head. Clark moaned, already nearing his peak.
“Let it out, Honey. Your cum belongs to me,” Diana encouraged.
Another guttural moan escaped Clark’s lips as he released 6 thick ropes of cum onto his wife’s beautiful feet.
“My, my, my…you are enjoying this! That’s the most impressive load you’ve given me in years. The thought of being my little cuck bitch does turn you on! Now, lick it up,” she commanded.
Clark sank to his knees. He was tentative at first, just dipping his tongue in the cum atop her foot.
“Don’t be shy. This won’t be the last load you’ll be eating,” Diana encouraged. He flattened his tongue and lapped up an entire rope of cum. Clark was embracing his new place beneath his dominant wife. Diana giggled with pure joy as her husband worshipped her feet with his cum hungry mouth.
“Good boy. Now get dressed. You’re taking me shopping,” she said.
A few minutes later, Clark waited by the front door. Diana came into view as she sauntered down the steps. Her voluptuous body was wrapped in a tight olive colored dress that perfectly complimented her tanned skin. Its plunging v-neck showed off her cleavage. Her hard nipples stood out proudly. “Jesus, Diana! Isn’t that a little much for a shopping trip? Your ass and tits could fall out at any moment!” Clark pointed out.
She glared at her husband. “My body deserves attention. Does it not?” she sneered.
Clark, realizing his place, responded, “I’m sorry. You are right. You are a Goddess.”
He guided Diana to their luxury vehicle, opening her door. Clark climbed in the driver’s seat and asked, “Where are we going?”
“Adult Emporium,” Diana said.
They made the drive in silence. Clark couldn’t help but steal glances at Diana’s beautiful body. She noticed his wandering eye. Diana reached down, hiking up her dress and exposing her pussy lips. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispered. Clark struggled to focus on the road. Diana took great delight in how her newfound confidence in herself was affecting her aloof husband. Luckily, they were just a couple miles from their destination. Clark pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. He rushed around to open Diana’s door. She exited the vehicle and straightened her dress. She placed her hand on Clark’s arm and allowed him to escort her inside. Upon entering, they were greeted by a young female employee.
“Welcome! I’m Harley! Lingerie is on the right and toys are on the left. We do have private fitting rooms if you need to try anything on. Just let me know if you need help finding anything!” the youthful blond said. Diana watched the young lady’s eyes drink in her body, adding to Diana’s new sense of power.
“We’re just looking, for now,” Diana said with a kind smile. She led Clark over to the racks of lingerie. Diana began picking out a few different garments, all of them pink. Harley lingered around them in case they needed help. Diana held up a lacy pair of crotchless pink panties. “What do you think?” she asked Clark.
“They’re beautiful, but I think they are a little big,” Clark said.
“It looks like they’ll fit perfectly,” Diana said with a smile, holding the panties up to Clark’s waist. He then realized who Diana was shopping for. Harley giggled from nearby. Clark’s face blushed with embarrassment. “I guess you’ll need to try them on, just to be sure,” Diana said with a wicked grin. She gathered a few more items in her arms. “Harley, please lead us to a fitting room,” Diana requested.
“Right this way!” Harley said, leading them to the back of the store. She gestured towards a black curtain.
Diana handed her husband the crotchless panties and a set of pink stockings. Clark held the soft garments and stared into her eyes. He was stunned by what she expected of him. “What are you waiting for?” she asked him. As Clark turned to go behind the curtain, he heard Diana say, “Harley, stick around. I may need a second opinion.”
Clark’s head was spinning. His face felt hot. He disrobed quickly. He slid into the panties. He rolled the thigh high pink stockings up his legs. “I’m ready,” he called out. Diana entered with Harley right behind her. Clark stood there with his hands behind his back as the two women gazed upon him. Harley giggled.
“Obviously, he likes it! Look at that precum on his head!” Harley said.
“I’m impressed. I already let you cum once today,” Diana purred, acknowledging the growing drop of precum gather at Clark’s tip. “Now, put this on,” Diana ordered, throwing a see-through sheer negligee to Clark.
He slipped the delicate garment over his head. It was trimmed in pink fur and it hung down, resting across the shaft of his cock. It left the dripping head of his cock visible.
“You look beautiful, you fucking sissy slut,” his wife said in a sultry tone.
Harley laughed at her remark.
“Get dressed. We have more shopping to do,” Diana said. Harley and his wife stepped out, leaving Clark alone again. He felt completely degraded and humiliated, but he couldn’t deny the affect it was having on him as his cock relentlessly dripped seminal fluid.
Once dressed, he exited the dressing room to find Harley and Diana conversating. As he approached, Diana said, “We need a chastity cage for his little cock.” Harley led the married couple across the store, deep into the toy section. She showed them their wide selection. They carried various styles and an array of sizes. Diana zeroed in on her favorite, selecting a steal cage that would hold Clark’s cock and lock around his shaft and balls. Diana and Harley wandered the isles together. Clark followed in silence as his wife selected various toys. Finally, they made their way to the cash register. Harley rang up the plethora of items.
“You total today is $743.89,” Harley said.
“That’s the price of happiness,” Diana said with a sexy smirk.
“You’re going to be employee of the month!” Clark joked. He pulled out his platinum credit card and paid for the massive haul of items. He gather up all the bags and they moved towards the door.
Just as they were about to exit, Harley called out, “Mrs. Goodman!” Diana turned around and returned to the young employee. Clark continued on to the car, loading all the bags into the trunk. As he was finishing up, Diana came out and got in the car. Clark got into the driver’s seat. He started the car and began the drive home. Diana had a pleasant smile on her face. Clark noted in his mind, it had been a long time since he’d seen her this happy.
“What did she want?” Clark asked.
“She was impressed with our relationship. She was impressed by you. She gave me her number. She is 27 and unhappy with her marriage. She asked me to teach her. She said she wanted what we have,” Diana revealed. She reached over and grabbed Clark’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his. They genuinely smiled at each other for the first time in a long time.
“You scared me this morning. Today has been crazy, but it might be exactly what we needed. I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I love you,” Clark said.
A tear escaped Diana’s eye and trickled down her face. “Clark, I…” she said, having to pause to collect herself. She grabbed his hand with both of hers, lovingly stroking his skin. “I was so afraid I was ending us. Something had to change. I snapped. Do you really mean you believe in this decision I’ve made?” she asked. Her eyes were full of tears and the dominant pretense she had carried all day was completely dropped. Clark could see the vulnerability in his wife’s eyes. He could see the reassurance she needed. He could assert his dominance in this moment. He considered the rollercoaster of emotions he had went through today.
Clark spoke with careful measured words. He decided to lighten the mood saying, “I haven’t been this turned on in years.” They both laughed.
Diana collected herself, wiping away her tears. She added, “Maybe I’ll fuck that hot little blond!” They both laughed again, heartily. They were genuinely sharing what this day had become in their marriage. Was it overwhelming for both of them? Yes. They both were acknowledging this together as their fingers remained intertwined. They were both acknowledging this new path going forward.
Minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of their home. Clark leaned over to give his wife a kiss. Diana captured his lips in a searing kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair. She kissed him like she kissed him when he was in college. She kissed him like a young lover for a full two minutes. Then, she pulled away and lightly slapped his face. “The girls will be home soon. Carry the bags to our room and we’ll put things away,” Diana said, the confidence and dominance returning to her words. Clark nodded his head and collected the bags from the trunk obediently. When he reached their room with the haul of lingerie and toys, he found Diana undressing. “Put your slutty clothes away and get naked,” she told him. He obeyed immediately, tucking the soft satin, silky, and lace garments away in a drawer. When he turned around, he was faced with Diana’s completely nude body holding his cock cage in her hands. “Are you ready to be locked up?” she asked.
Clark nodded his head and began to strip off his clothes. Once he was completely naked, he stood before her with a hard cock. Diana immediately got close to him, grabbing him by his base. “You know I can’t put this on if your hard. Do you need to cum again?” she asked, kissing his lips hungrily. She didn’t wait for an answer. Diana sank to her knees. She dropped the cage between her thighs. As she took Clark’s cock into her mouth, her hands slid up his thighs. She groped his ass, encouraging him to thrust.
“Fuck!” Clark moaned. He threaded his fingers through her hair. “Thank you, Goddess,” he said through gritted teeth as his cock thrusted in and out of her mouth. There was a passion between them that had been absent in this bedroom for a long time.
Diana’s hands moved. Her right hand captured Clark’s balls and she pulled firmly on his sack. Her left hand gripped his shaft as she released his cock from her mouth. She looked up and directly into his eyes. “Give me your cum! I want it. I need it!” she pleaded. Again, she swallowed his length enthusiastically. Clark’s legs trembled. Diana could taste his precum on the back of her tongue. He couldn’t fight the pleasure she was giving him. He hadn’t felt like she wanted it in a long time. In this moment, Clark knew this was real. He knew she wanted him. He moaned loudly as he released his load. She tenderly sucked him clean, swallowing every drop. As his cock softened, she picked up the cage between her thighs and slid it over his cock. She locked it with the small key. Diana rose to her feet and retrieved a silver necklace from her jewelry box. She affixed the key to the silver chain and strapped the delicate ornament around her neck. The couple exchanged loving smiles and they got dressed.
A few hours later, they were seated at the dinner table with their three daughters. The family discussed things over the casserole Diana had prepared. Artemis, their oldest daughter, remarked, “New necklace, Mom? It’s pretty.” Diana clutched the key in her hand.
“It was a gift from your father. He said I have the key to his…heart,” she said exchanging a knowing glance with Clark.
Artemis saw their smiles and swooned, “You guys are so cute together!” The entire family shared a laugh.
Two days passed. Friday had arrived. As soon as the girls arrived home from school, Artemis was off. She was attending a weekend music festival with a group of friends. Diana dropped her two younger daughters, Lyta and Donna, off at a friends house for a slumber party. She couldn’t stop smiling as she drove home to an empty house. She stripped off her clothes as soon as she walked in the door. She was fighting the urge to masturbate, but she decided she would save herself for Bruce.
Diana was in her master bathroom, applying her makeup, when she heard Clark arrive home. In less than a minute, he entered the bathroom behind her. She could tell he was naked by his reflection in the mirror. He squeezed her ass in his hands as he pressed the cold steel of his cage against her. “Someone’s excited,” she mused.
He tenderly kissed up her neck and whispered in her ear, “I’ve been leaking precum all day.”
“I laid out your outfit on the bed,” she said. She finished her eyeliner. Clark disappeared into their room. A moment later, he returned in the sheer pink camisole she chose for him. “Mmmm…I approve! Do you feel sexy?” she asked. Clark nodded his head. “Good. Now, go find a chair to place at the foot of the bed tonight. That will be your place,” she instructed. Her husband immediately set out to complete his task. Diana moved into her walk-in closet. She perused her collection of lingerie. After a few minutes, Clark returned.
“Have you made a decision on what to wear, Goddess?” he inquired.
She turned to him. “Yes. I’m just going to wear your key,” she said, stroking the necklace around her neck.
Everything was in place. Clark sat in his chair waiting to witness how everything would unfold. Diana lounged on the couch waiting for Bruce to arrive. At 7:00 pm, on the dot, the doorbell rang. She rose to her feet and sauntered towards to door. She opened it, revealing her nude form to Bruce. “Even better than I imagined,” Bruce said with a smile. Diana took his hand and pulled him inside. She closed the door behind them. Bruce was wearing a black neoprene shirt that clung to his muscles. His jeans matched, tight black denim that did little to hide his muscular thighs. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Bruce admitted.
“Now is your chance, big guy,” Diana said as she bit her bottom lip. She led Bruce up the stairs. When they stepped in her bedroom, Bruce was taken aback by the sight of Clark in his camisole and cock cage.
“What the fuck!?” Bruce said, followed by a deep hearty laugh.
“He’s here to learn how a real man fucks,” Diana said in a sultry voice. Her hands were already unclasping Bruce’s belt. Bruce peeled his shirt off. Diana’s eyes roamed over the muscular firefighter’s chiseled frame. “Oh my god,” she gasped breathlessly. She freed his cock from his pants. “Oh my fucking God!” she exclaimed as she laid eyes on his thick, uncut 9 inch cock for the first time. Even Clark’s eyes grew wide as he watched her dainty hand wrap around the meaty shaft. Diana jumped on the bed. She was absolutely giddy. Bruce pushed his pants off and joined her, on his knees near the foot of the bed.
“Stand up!” she snapped at Clark. “I want to compare!” she said, propping herself up on her hands and knees between the two vastly different cocks. “This is what I’ve been fucking for years,” she laughed, flicking the cage over Clark’s cock. “He is double your size,” his wife said as she pulled back the foreskin on Bruce’s cock. She took her muscular lover’s massive head into her mouth as she locked eyes with Clark. Her words were harsh, but her gaze told her husband a different story. As he watched his beautiful wife lavish attention on another man’s penis, they never broke eye contact. Clark knew Bruce was just the toy in the sexual game being played between them.
“You really know how to suck cock,” Bruce moaned.
“Get back there and eat my pussy. Get it ready for this fat dick,” Diana ordered Clark. Clark rushed to her backside, spreading her cheeks and licking her up and down. He could instantly taste how wet she was and how much she desired to be filled by the big dick in front of her. She turned her attention to Bruce. “Are you going to fuck me good? Are you going to make me cum on your perfect cock?” she teased. She waited for Bruce to speak. She wanted to make him stumble as he spoke. She was showing off for Clark. As soon as his mouth opened, she gagged on his cock, making lewd choking and slurping noises.
“Gluckk, Hrurgg, Calurck,” were the sounds that came from Diana as her throat was touched in places that had never been touched before.
“I’m gonna…oh shit…fuck, I’m gonna own, unhhh…this, oh God…fucking cunt,” Bruce said in the most broken way possible. It only motivated Clark, as he heard his friend losing control in his wife’s skilled mouth. His tongue plunged deeply into Diana’s dripping wet core. His fingers stroked her engorged clit.
The Goddess repositioned herself on her back, offering her pussy to Bruce. She pulled Clark down into a searing kiss. She savored the taste of her juices on his lips. Diana forcefully pushed him away and pulled Bruce’s muscular frame close to her as he entered her. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, frantically kissing her lover. The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Clark looked on, watching his wife’s nails scrape down his best friends back. Bruce grabbed the back of Diana’s knees. Her used the leverage to pound her her pussy with his entire length. Her legs trembled. “I’m going to cum!” she proclaimed, lost in a sea of ecstasy. Bruce felt her orgasm overtaking her as her tight cunt spasmed around his penis. He pulled out and Diana squirted everywhere. Clark had never seen her cum like this.
Once her body quit shaking, Diana made Clark lie down on the bed. “Lick my pussy,” she demanded, straddling his face and offering her backside to Bruce. Bruce dipped his cock in Clark’s mouth before pushing his massive member into Diana’s quivering hole. “This is how a real man fucks!” she cried out as the uncut cock stretched her wide. Clark lapped at her clit and his best friend’s invading shaft. Bruce slapped her full ass and gripped her hips, fucking her married pussy hard and deep. The room filled with the moans and grunts of pleasure from the trio. As the marathon fuck session continued, Clark remained beneath them using his mouth and tongue to push them to new heights of pleasure. Bruce continued to piston fuck Diana’s pussy. Occasionally, he would pull out for a moment to pump into Clark’s throat. Diana simply reveled in the moment. She had never experienced sensations like this. Her husband was worshipping her body. A masculine married man was cheating on his wife, just to dominate her body. She had never felt more in control. She had never felt as sexy as she did in this very moment. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her core. A constant waterfall of her juices were being fed to her husband. Time became an elusive concept. She didn’t know how long they had been fucking. She lost count of how many orgasms she had on Bruce’s perfect cock. Her body collapsed on top of Clark. Still, Bruce did not stop. Her head lay in a puddle of her own drool next to her husband’s caged penis.
“Are you ready for me to breed you, bitch!?” Bruce’s deep voice rang out. He slapped each of Diana’s ass cheeks, snapping her back to reality.
“Cum inside me!” Diana screamed, approaching another peak. She felt Bruce swell within her and unload an obscene amount of hot cum. Her pussy clamped down on the massive cock, milking every last drop from him. When Bruce finally pulled out, his cock was replaced by Clark’s eager tongue.
“Yes, my pet, clean it all,” she weakly purred. Clark lapped at her with great want, but her energy was sapped from the relentless pounding from the firefighter’s perfect cock. Bruce put on his clothes. He lifted Diana’s chin and kissed her one last time.
“We’ll do this again, soon,” Bruce said with a charismatic smile. He walked out, leaving the couple alone. Diana managed to roll off Clark. Her husband tenderly kissed up her body until he reached her lips.
“Was it everything you hoped for?” he asked.
“No. I need more,” she whispered. Clark was completely baffled after everything he just witnessed. Diana unclasped the chain around her neck and handed the key to her husband.
“I need you to reclaim me, Clark. I need my husband to make love to me,” she said. He freed his cock from its cage. Clark stripped off his camisole and threw it aside. He slowly crawled on top of Diana and slid his cock into her well fucked pussy. She noted how Clark was moving differently. He moved more sensually and rhythmically. She appreciated the effort he was putting in to please her. He captured her lips and they kissed like newlyweds. She could taste Bruce’s cum on his lips and tongue. Clark grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands above her head as he continued to thrust. He kissed down her neck and sucked on her soft skin. He hadn’t attacked her body like this since they were first married. She loved every second of it. She craved being desired by Clark. He moved his head down, tracing her areolas with the tip of his tongue and nibbling her erect nipples. The pace of his thrusts increased. Diana moaned out her approval. She bit her lip. For the first time in three years, she was going to cum on her husband’s cock.
“Don’t stop! I’m close!” she cried out.
“I love you,” he answered. They kissed again. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but she remained pinned down by him. This dominance he was displaying helped her orgasm build quickly.
“Clark, I’m cumming!” she screamed. He didn’t stop. His pace increased further. He fucked her through her orgasm.
“Where do you want it, Goddess?” Clark huffed. Her trembling pussy had brought him to the edge.
“Cover me! I want you everywhere!” she begged.
He released her wrists. She squeezed her heaving breasts together. He pulled out. Clark grabbed his cock at its base and stroked furiously. His release was the biggest Diana could ever remember from him. Nine thick ropes of hot cum splattered her torso, from her pussy lips to the base of her neck. She happily massaged the creamy fluid into her tan skin. She felt connected to him. She loved him. Their relationship had completely changed because of her decision. There was no doubt, it had changed for the better. He laid beside her. Both of their chests were heaving. Soon enough, they drifted off to sleep. The lovers were entangled in each other’s arms and happier than they had ever been.
