Makoa didn’t really know how the hell he ended up in this position, but he wasn’t about to complain.
He lay flat on the massive bed, thighs trembling, hips slick with sweat, and Tasha, was riding him with wild abandon. Her skin was a deep, glowing brown in the soft lighting, her full breasts bouncing with every moaning roll of her hips, and her cunt was hot, wet, gripping him with every stroke like it didn’t want to let him go.
He could barely think.
All he could hear was her breathy moans and the creaking of the bed. And somewhere in the background, muffled through the walls, the sound of his wife, Leilani, crying out in a pitch he’d never heard before as Marcus fucked her. Somehow that sound only made his cock harder.
Makoa lay flat on his back, gasping as her hips rolled over him with slow, deliberate force. Her cunt was tight, hot, dripping around his cock. Every movement dragged another moan from his throat. Her dark skin glowed in the candlelight, slick with sweat, and her expression, half-pleasure, half-mischief, was enough to make his balls tighten already.
Tasha leaned forward, palms on his chest, hair cascading over her shoulder as she ground down on him with a groan.
He was panting, nearing the edge as Tashas hips slammed down again and again on his cock.
Tasha smirked. “You close?”
He nodded, desperate.
She slowed her hips, grinding down instead of bouncing. Frustrating, teasing, wicked.
“Not yet,” she murmured, slipping off him. “I’m not finished with you.”
Makoa whimpered; he didn’t even mean to, it just happened. His cock glistened with her slick, throbbing against his belly. He looked up at her, confused, desperate for her to get back on him. She smirked and climbed off the bed.
“Wanna see something filthy?” She crawled across the bed, opened the bedside drawer, and pulled out a dildo.
It was huge.
Jet black, long, thick, an exaggerated version of what Marcus was likely stuffing into Leilani right now, a hopefully exaggerated version at least. Makoa’s throat went dry.
Tasha caught his look and grinned. “Intimidated?”
“I mean,” He cleared his throat. “That thing looks like you could beat someone to death with it.”
She laughed, deep, sultry, unbothered. “Relax, it’s for me.”
She grabbed the lube and slicked the toy up, then turned her back to him, crawling up the bed on all fours. Her arse was glorious, round, toned, the deep cleft teasingly exposed. Makoa sat up, transfixed, cock in hand, as she brought the head of the dildo to her own hole and began to push.
Slowly. Steadily. Taking it like she’d done it a hundred times.
“Fuck me!” he whispered.
She looked over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “That’s the plan.”
Watching her stretch her own arse open with that massive toy was obscene. Filthy. Beautiful.
She moaned, sliding it deeper, rocking back on it until the whole thing was buried inside her. Her arse stretched around it, her slick cunt fluttering underneath, begging for more. She reached between her legs and stroked her clit, body trembling as she fucked herself.
Makoa couldn’t look away. He’d never seen anything like it. His cock throbbed in his fist, precum leaking over his fingers as he started stroking.
“You like watching, don’t you?” she panted.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Jesus, yes.”
She moved faster now, impaling herself on the toy while fingering her clit, her moans echoing through the room.
“Marcus is probably doing this to your wife right now,” she groaned. “Stretching her. Filling her up.”
Makoa grunted, stroking himself harder.
“Come fuck me again,” she said. “I want to be so fucking stuffed,” she said, rolling over and spreading her legs, exposing her soaking twat to him.
He crawled over her, guiding his cock to her dripping entrance. She reached behind her holding the dildo against her arse as he slid inside her pussy.
It was like a scene from a porno.
Her cunt clenched around him as the dildo pressed against her from behind, filling her in both holes at once. Her eyes rolled back.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “That’s it. Fuck me while I take it. Fuck me while I’m full.”
Tasha lay on her back, one leg hooked over his shoulder, her other bent wide, hips tilted up, and the massive black dildo lodged so deep in her arse he could see the tight stretch of it every time he thrust into her.
Her cunt was soaked. Squelching with every stroke as he drove into her over and over, balls slapping against her arse. Her eyes were wild, lips parted, hair damp with sweat, face glowing with the kind of bliss that he hadn’t seen in her earlier. Hell, he hadn’t even seen that kind of look in Leilani.
“Ohh fuck,” she gasped, hands clutching at the sheets. “Yes, yes, Makoa, fuck me harder! Feel that stretch, baby, God, I love it.”
He thrust harder. Deeper. Feeling the way her arse clenched around the buried toy every time his cock bottomed out in her dripping cunt. He could feel it pressing against him inside her, tight, snug, almost like her body was trying to milk him.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted. “This is insane.”
Tasha threw her head back and screamed, a deep, raw cry. “Yes! Yes, right there!” she shouted. “Don’t you fucking dare stop!”
The pressure was building, his cock throbbed inside her, balls tight, the urge to cum crawling up his spine like fire, but he bit down, gritted his teeth, held on.
Tasha’s body tensed. Her thighs trembled against him. Then she screamed again, arching off the bed with a cry so loud it startled him. “Fuck yes, I’m cumming!”
Her cunt clenched hard around him, spasming in waves as her orgasm tore through her. Her hands scrabbled at his back, nails raking down his skin, her chest heaving as she sobbed out pleasure.
It was the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Makoa stopped moving. Froze, cock twitching, desperately trying not to lose control. He wanted to cum so bad but he held off. He didn’t want this wild night to be over.
Tasha collapsed back onto the mattress, eyes glassy, sweat slicking her body like a sheen of sin.
She sprawled across the bed, her body slick with sweat and glowing in the low light like she’d just been worshipped. One arm draped lazily over her eyes, the other resting on her stomach, fingers trailing slow circles across her skin. The dildo, still buried in her arse, twitched slightly when she shifted her hips, and she let out a soft, satisfied groan.
Makoa knelt between her thighs, still hard, still flushed, heart thudding in his chest,
“You’re still holding off?” she murmured.
He nodded, heart pounding.
Her smile widened. “Wow, you might be waiting for something really dirty.”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. You, uh… You really enjoyed that.”
She chuckled, sultry and unbothered. “Damn right I did.”
He hesitated.
Then, quietly: “What’s it like?”
Tasha gave a lazy grin and finally reached back to pull the dildo free with a wet, obscene pop. She let it fall onto the bed beside her and exhaled like she’d just stretched after a good nap. “You ever had anything back there before?”
Makoa flushed. “No. Not really. Finger once, ages ago. Wasn’t for me.”
“Mm.” She rolled onto her side, propped up on one elbow, eyes gleaming. “That’s because you didn’t do it right.”
He laughed, a little nervously. “I mean… it looked like you were loving it.”
“I was.” She reached for him, wrapped her fingers around his still-stiff cock and gave it a slow, teasing stroke. “You felt amazing in my pussy. But that stretch? That pressure in my arse while you were inside me? Baby, that’s next-level. It hits something primal. Deep. Makes everything feel tighter, more intense.”
Her thumb circled his tip, smearing precum. He twitched in her hand. “You want to find out why I liked it so much?”
Makoa’s breath caught.
He hesitated. Then nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think I do.”
“On your front,” Tasha said, already reaching for the drawer. “Let’s get you nice and relaxed.”
Makoa rolled onto his stomach, heart pounding, cock twitching against the sheets. He was nervous, but the nerves were tangled with something hotter. Anticipation. Curiosity.
He turned his head to watch her.
Tasha was strapping a harness on, the black straps, hugged her hips and thighs, the silicone shaft bobbing as she tightened the buckles. Not as big as the dildo she’d used on herself, but still decent. Maybe six inches, slim but firm. Friendly-looking, if you could call a cock that.
She caught him watching and smirked.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not starting with the one that made me scream.”
He let out a shaky laugh. “Appreciate that.”
She knelt behind him, kissed the small of his back, and reached for the lube.
“You’re going to relax,” she murmured. “You’re going to breathe. And you’re going to let me show you how fucking good this can feel.”
Cool liquid dripped onto his puckered hole, followed by warm fingers. Gentle. Circling. Stroking. Then pressing, not penetrating, not yet..
“You remember how I came?” she asked, voice soft.
“Hard,” he said.
“Because of this.” Her finger slipped inside slowly. His cock twitched helplessly. She worked one finger in, then two, curling them until he jerked against the bed.
“Oh fuck what was that?”
She laughed, low and dirty. “That, sweetheart, is your prostate. Say hello.”
He moaned. Loudly.
She worked him open patiently, using two fingers now, scissoring gently, massaging deeper until his hips started to roll without thinking. She withdrew her fingers and pressed the tip of the strap-on to his entrance. “You ready?”
He nodded into the pillow. “Do it.”
She pressed.
Slowly. Carefully.
The stretch was sharp at first, burning, tight, but not unbearable. She paused halfway, let him adjust. He breathed. Groaned. The toy moved deeper, his body slowly accepting it.
When her hips met his arse, she leaned over him, her breath warm on his neck.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured. “Taking me like a good boy.”
Then she began to thrust.
Slow thrusts at first, rocking her hips, letting the strap-on slide in and out with a rhythm that made his thighs tremble. The pressure inside him was intense, it was such a different sensation to when he was the one doing the fucking. Maybe that shouldn’t have been surprising but he had never considered how different sex could be receiving rather than giving.
It made his cock ache. His prostate buzzed like a live wire with every stroke.
Tasha reached around and wrapped her hand around his shaft again. Jerking him in time with her thrusts.
“Bet you didn’t think this would feel this good, did you?” she purred. “Bet you thought this was just for girls and gay boys.”
Makoa couldn’t speak. He just groaned. Loud. Unfiltered. His legs spread wider.
She moved faster, harder now, the sound of their sex filling the room. Her fingers worked his cock with expert strokes, his body twitching beneath her.
“You’re fucking close, aren’t you?” she whispered. “You’re going to come from having your arse fucked. Be honest.”
He nodded, gasping, “Yes! Tasha! fuck, yes!”
“You’ve never been fucked like this before, that innocent little wife of you’re has never fucked you this good has she?”
“No! Fuck. Never.”
“Then come for me.”
And he did.
It hit like a train. His entire body locked up, his cock exploding into her fist and onto her bed, pulsing with wave after wave of electric pleasure. His arse clenched so tight around the strap-on, that tash’s could no longer move it within him.
He collapsed face-down, moaning, shuddering, covered in sweat and cum.
Tasha pulled out gently as his sphincter relaxed, climbing up beside him, and lying back with a grin. “Well,” she said, licking his cum off her fingers. “You took that better than half the men I’ve dated.”
