His cum coated my cock in a shiny, white layer of lube that felt both familiar yet new to me. I pushed into her and was rewarded with a loud moan from the upper end of her, and a wet, squelchy sound from the lower end.
His cock had been big, and she’d barely been able to take him, however, she’d soon accommodated him and grown used to his girth. She felt different, but in a way I found delightful. I closed my eyes and saw the image of her little pussy taking his huge erection. I moaned and fucked her harder, the length of my cock easily slipping into her pussy, which was impossibly wet, squishy even.
His cum started to collect around the outer part of her pussy, a ring of white surrounding her hole as if it were a light to lead cocks to the darkness within.
I fucked her hard, the sounds of her shouting, “Oh yes, oh, oh, fuck,” egging me on. My cock slipped out several times, each time it seemed to glint and shine more in the light, the cummy lube of the previous man coating me liberally.
Not wanting to waste any of the goodness that he left inside my wife, I had pushed him away eagerly, which elicited an amused laugh out of him. No sooner had he cum, than my cock was inside her, though I doubted it was stretching her out and filling her as much as he had.
He was sitting in the armchair in the corner, watching me, his heavy prick laying against his thigh, his balls well and truly empty. He had lain down the challenge, now it was my turn to see if I could be the new successor.
“Oh God!” she cried. It amused me that, although she was not usually a religious person, she always called upon God during sex. Perhaps she was seeking some divine intervention of the orgasmic kind?
‘Oh God,’ I thought to myself, repeating her Lord’s prayer. I wouldn’t last as long as he had. He was sitting there, staring at me and watching us, which I found erotic yet unnerving.
I noted that even when he was soft, his cock was still a sight to behold. The head was large and shiny, the cum hole red after its workout in my wife. His balls were plump and smooth, shaven very carefully, he’d once told me. My wife had sucked on them and licked his asshole. Somewhat jealously, I made the mental note that she had never done that to me.
With each thrust inside her pussy, she felt sloppier and wetter, as my cock spread his cum around and pushed it deeper inside her. It even sounded wetter than it had when I first entered her, and if pussies could talk, I was sure hers would be saying, “splish, sploosh, splish, sploosh.” I tried to stop myself from laughing.
She had switched from using the Lord’s name in vain to swearing and begging me to fuck her harder. Ever the dutiful husband, I complied with this request and pistoned my cock in and out.
Looking down, all I saw was a blur as I fucked harder and harder, her pussy able to take me deeper, and with ease, due to the cock that had formerly been buried in my place. My lungs burned with the exertion, the sweat was dripping off me, but I soldiered on.
She was impatient now, she looked right at me, her eyes alive. “Come on!” she said. I looked over to the armchair and saw that he was smug, the bastard no doubt thinking that I would cum before she did, and therefore lose. I looked at his cock and noted that it too had a sheen to it, although he was covered in the juices of my wife, whereas mine was covered in his.
“That’s it,” my wife said, softly at first and then louder. “That’s it.” I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, but instead of feeling the usual pulses and contractions of her orgasm, I felt more wetness as she pushed more of his cum from inside her. My cock thoroughly coated, I plowed on, my pubic hair and balls now sticky.
His cock was starting to harden again, the foreskin once more starting to draw back and reveal the head of his cock. I had to admit, he had a glorious prick and he’d done a fine job at fucking my wife. I smirked to myself, perversely imagining a report card with several big red ticks on it. “Johnny is a most excellent fucker, who is no stranger to female anatomy.”
He stood and came over, his cock bobbing with each step. Turning my wife’s head to the side, he aimed his cock toward her mouth. As she sucked him, her pussy clamped down on my cock again, and she moaned her enjoyment.
‘Oh fuck,’ I thought. I could feel it building. My balls were tingling, my cock ready to explode. I felt it start, and before I could slow down or do anything to delay the inevitable, I came, shooting my cum deep inside my wife.
The cock slipping from her mouth, she sighed contentedly and closed her eyes, mumbling her praises of us.
