Friday Fun

The next morning I wake with a raging hard on. When Jane rolls over to see it she is only too happy to help. Both of us still half asleep she crawls on top of me and sits down on my stiff cock, her warm wet tunnel told me I wasn't the only one who had x rated dreams last night.

“Mmmmmm.” She hums as she slowly begins to ride me.

I very tenderly run my hands up and down her soft stomach. When I run them over her full heavy breasts she takes a hissing intake of air.

“Ssss. Gentle baby, they're still a bit sore.” She whispers, then says again. “Billy was a rough boy.”

Slow, easy, sensual. She rides me in a casual grinding manner, her whole body getting into the slow motion action. I rest my forearms on her thighs and gently hold the sides of her body as she goes. I add my own relaxed but deep thrusts into the smooth flowing motions.

From Wednesday afternoon to now, Friday morning, this was the sixth time her and I had had sex. For her it was the eighth time counting Gary and Billy. This new phase of our sexual relationship had lit a fire under our sex life like I couldn't believe. Not that it was ever bad, but it was never like this.

As I watch her hot curvaceous body writhe on top of me in the dim light I wonder what was doing it for her. I knew what it was for me. I had found my fetish. She had been right, I was a cuckold. Sitting in as a front row voyeur was of course wonderful but, as she had said to me, the fact it was HER made it a thousand times more intense. Watching another man take my woman...it did things to me. Powerful things. With every pang of jealousy came a rushing flood of lustful energy that was better than any ****. Last night we'd found another facet to it as well. Her comparing me to Billy, her pointing out his greater length...it took it all to a whole new level. I think perhaps that was why I enjoyed the seconds so much, she could compare me with her previous lover as closely and accurately as possible.

Was her fetish the same as mine? I wasn't sure. She sure seemed to “get it”. She knew exactly what to do and say to get me going. Perhaps it was just the plain naughtiness of it all. The cheating, the exhibitionism, the dirty talk. She had told me that the twenty bucks made her feel dirty and slutty, this she seemed to enjoy. Honestly though, I think it might be as simple as getting more sex. She'd always had a healthy sexual appetite, perhaps she'd just been craving a bit more lately. Any which way, she seemed just as happy as I was.

We finish our gentle love making and hold each other close for a time before being **** to get up to get ready and go to work. We shower together, dress together, eat together. Everything was lively and upbeat and frisky. Both of us on top of the world.

The night before she had decided that the wild man gym rat Brandon would be our next target. This one shouldn't be difficult, Brandon was always up for getting his dick wet. She told me to leave it to her and that she would keep me informed. As I watch her leave, looking so good in her tight black skirt and white blouse, I can't help but wonder how she was going to approach Brandon. I could not wait to hear about it.

Work that day was...interesting to say the least.

Young Billy walked around like he was cock of the walk. He stood taller, talked louder, and simply beamed with a cocky enthusiasm. Around me in particular, he was friendly as always but today he had a brash smugness about him. I just smiled. He was a young gorilla pounding his chest to the troop, good on him.

He made no secret about getting laid the night before, happy to tell anyone who asked him. I bolted up at first but soon heard he had changed the details. In his version the names were different and he had it so that he and the girl were actually cheating behind the boyfriend's back instead of him being in the room.

His description of the woman's body and what had been done and said was almost perfectly accurate however. He didn't tell tall tales as I might have expected. Just the honest truth with a few details tweaked to protect my identity. Hearing the story told again and again, from his perspective, was surreal. I had to stay at my desk most of the day just to hide the tent in my pants.

At one point Billy and a couple other guys were hanging out at my desk as he recalled the tale yet again. Most of them found it amusing at this point, hearing this young man's boastful exploits, but it was a slow day and it passed the time.

He goes into explicit detail of Jane's hot body. He tells us of her big soft tits and her shaved pink pussy. He even goes into detail about how she sucked his balls and how he squeezed her fine titties. And he goes on and on about how tight she was.

Having told the story a few times now Billy was starting to push the envelope. Leaning in and whispering, so none of the office women could hear, he says. “Ya know, I'm not sure but...she said once or twice something about me being big. That I had a big cock or something. You guys think I'm bigger than her boyfriend?”

His eyes twinkled with mischief. I wanted to correct him. She quite specifically had said long, not big. I knew for a fact I beat him on girth by a fair bit, but I couldn't say shit.

Harry slaps his shoulder and laughs. “Probably! You said she was real tight. Probably why she's running around on him. He's probably packing a pea shooter and she needs a big cannon!” He holds his fist up and the group laughs.

I lean back and put my hands behind my head, a smile on my face. “I don't know kid. A lot of women say that stuff, doesn't mean it's true.”

Billy smirks and stares me down. “I dunno man. She said she never came that fast before. Faster than her boyfriend could ever make her pop. She came real good for Billy's big bareback dick. I wasn't a kid last night, I tell you that. I was all man when I made that hottie cum so hard for me.”

Eye to eye with Billy there is a moment's pause, time seems to slow as his smirk only widens.

My erection damn near lifted the desk.

Harry laughs, breaking the moment only Billy and I knew about. “Jesus. Calm down kid, we get it. Ya fucked a bitch.”

Billy laughs and breaks eye contact with me. “Ha ha ha! Just saying, I think I'm bigger.”

Harry shakes his head at the brash teen. “Sure kid, whatever you say.”

Billy presses further. “You think he came home and fucked her after?”

Another of the fellas laughs. “Probably. Poor clueless bastard. His chick's getting railed by a bigger dick and he comes home after a hard day for second hand cunt. Pfff. I'd kill the bitch if it was me.” He then adds. “I'd fuckin kill you too!”

Billy chuckles.

Harry gets serious a moment and places a hand on Billy's shoulder to offer him a bit of fatherly advice. “That's a good point. You better be careful now Billy, jealous boyfriends are nothing to laugh about. Keep your head on a swivel for a bit.”

“Yeah, I'll be careful. I think I'm safe though. Besides...” Billy nods to me. “...my friends have my back. Right John?”

I just nod. “I got your back Billy, no worries.”

He smiles, his teasing arrogance gone now, and says genuinely. “Thanks man.”

The day drags on. Once more I am tortured by a seemingly unquenchable thirst. I was so horny, so fucking horny! All the time now. I think about the guys listening to Billy's story. Listening to how he fucked my girlfriend and listening to him brag about how much bigger he thought he was than me. I think about Jane out there with Brandon in her crosshairs. Had she done anything today? Had she contacted him? Was she talking with him right now? My imagination runs wild.

I couldn't get home fast enough. I park and I am disappointed to see her car was still gone. She was running late...was she with Brandon?

I enter my house and I wait for her. I was real damn close to just masturbating but I wanted to save it for her. I pace in the living room like a caged animal. It wasn't long before I hear her car pull up. It seems to take forever for her to get to the door.

She walks in and says in a chipper voice. “Hey babe!”

I grab her and slam the door. I pull the bags she had in her hands and throw them to the floor.

“Oh my!” She exclaims. “Happy to see you too!”

I pull her into the kitchen and bend her over our island. Without a word I pull down her skirt and then my trousers.

She is all giggles. “He he he! Holy shit! He he he! You animal!”

I roughly jam my cock into her bald tight cunny. I groan deeply as I feel that sweet sweet pussy envelop me. “Guuuhhhrrrr.”

“Ohhhhhh.” She lets out with rising desire. “Ohhhh fuck that's good.”

I pull slowly back, grip her soft curved hips, then slam back into her. Her fine bubble ass claps against my pelvis. My swinging balls smack against her skin.

“OH!” She cries. She looks back over her shoulder through her long brown hair. She saw the feral look in my eye and seemed to sense what was up with me. Through clenched teeth she snarls. “Come on then. Deeper baby. Deeper!”

SLAM! I plow hard into her again, forcing her further over the counter.

“Guh!” She grunts then keeps talking. “You talk to our Billy today?”

Slam!

“Ungh! Fuck...you tell him...ungh...you tell him he owns a piece of this pussy now?”

Slam! Slam!

“Unghhh. The bit you can't get to John. Guh...fuck.. That bit no one's been to but him.”

Slam! Slam!

“You tell him he was deeper than anyone I'd been with baby? Ungh!”

Slam! Slam! Slam!

“You tell him how much lonnnger he is than you?”

Slam! Slam! Slam!

“Mmmm, yeahhhhh...that part's all yours...but you can't get to Billy's part, can ya baby?”

Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!

“HA! Nope! Can't do it. Guhhhh...you can't fuckin do it.”

Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!

“Guhhhh! Fuck yesss!” She arches her back and tilts her ass to give me absolute maximum penetration. “Deeper! Deeper! Come on!” She demands. “Come on you stumpy fucker! COME ON! DEEPER I FUCKING SAID! DEEPER!!!” Anyone even close to the house would be hearing this.

Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!

“OHHHH GOD!” She cries. She throws herself forward in ecstasy, her flailing arm sending a clay fruit bowl shattering down to the other side of the island. “OHHH FUCK John! That's it, that's it baby!”

Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!

I am gripping her hips with all of my strength and plowing into her with all I had. I watch her perfect ass ripple with my violent ****. I fuck her with speed and power...like Billy had done.

“GOD!” She yells and sudden throws her head back. “John!”

What happens next is something we'd only experienced a handful of times in our years together. We cum at the exact same time. Her pussy clamps around my dick and I let loose.

“GUHHHHHHH!!!” I roar.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!” She cries in duet.

Holding tight and deep we both shake and quake through your shared ecstasy.

After a heart stopping moment...it is all over. We both sigh happily and relax.

“....ohhhhh wow....” She whimpers. “I missed you too!”