Hazel - Just some kissing...

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A bit of over the top is OK, right?

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She turned her lips towards mine, willingly offering them, her surroundings and marital status forgotten. She was very excited; this would be the first time since her wedding she would kiss a male other than her husband. And what a hunk he was! Tall, almost 2 m (6.6 ft), with a very well-trained body from all that college basketball and naughty as hell. On top of that, a great sense of humour, and suddenly, a new thought crept into her brain: he probably has great staying power due to all the endurance training they do.

As our lips met, she willingly opened her marriaged mouth to my probing tongue. Our wet tongues playfully twirled around each other's, not duelling, but welcoming each other.

Suddenly, she felt my big paw on her upper leg, caressing her. He doesn't waste time. she thought. If his hands are this big, how big will the rest be? Can I handle that? She wondered. Tonnes of other thoughts went through her head. I haven't had sex for at least five years. Will he notice? Oh, he is caressing my inner thigh now – so nice. Mmhh. I hope he moves his hand up. Too bad I wear underwear. Will he find my underwear boring?

I didn't have all those thoughts. She let me caress her upper leg while kissing and even opened her legs a bit more, her body reacting naturally, giving my hand better access to her married slit. We kept French kissing, and Hazel moaned softly inside my mouth, indicating to go on. Swiftly, I reached with my hand under her skirt, found her slip and laid my hand flat on it, feeling the heat and the damp of her thrilled pussy. Her pussy knew all along what it wanted from me; only her owner still had to let it happen.

I moved my hand to the outer borders of the slip and slid my four fingers under its fabric, reaching towards the heat, finding a very wet slit and two puffy lips. I quickly inserted my middle finger inside her, making her moan of relief, finally feeling wanted as a woman again. She pushed her mouth harder against mine, as if she could push my finger deeper from there. Her pussy was drenched from her juices, ready to accommodate my cock. I would have no troubles sinking deep inside her. Still, I was not sure if she might pause my actions, so I added my index finger inside her twat and finger-fucked her in a nice slow cadence.

"Mh. Mh. Mh." Was all she could moan, enjoying the smutty fingering and opening her legs even more. Now she was ready, and she would not stop me. The only last possible hurdle could be her asking for a condom, so I decided to be bold and simply penetrate her, even if she was asking. Once I was inside her and giving her a couple of pokes, she wouldn't worry anymore about diseases; it would be too late for that.

The only final fun-breaker would perhaps be that she would ask me to pull out on time, but once I got her going, getting close to her orgasm, I was sure she wouldn't let me pull out anyway, holding me inside her with her legs tightly wrapped around me, pushing me even deeper.

As I was unbuttoning her skirt, she lifted her ass from the mattress to assist me in getting her naked. A quick pull and her skirt was gone all the way, giving me a good view of her very wet, stained slip. I grabbed with both hands the edges and pulled it down; once again she was being so helpful by lifting again her butt, making quicker breeding possible.

Now her eyes gave me this horny look, the look of a woman who wanted to be filled with cock. It was my final green light from her. She wanted it.

She was not shaven, which was as I expected. What's the shave for if your pussy is not being worn out on at least a weekly basis? But it was not a full bush; no, it was a decent little triangle above the slit, leaving plenty of naked skin for a good cunt licking. So, I started lapping that yummy twat, fingering her with two fingers at a quick pace, using my thumb and my tongue to rub that cheating clit.

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Imagine, of all the possible scenarios possible in the world, right then, a phone rang on the nightstand. Since it was lunchtime, it was probably her husband, I suspected. Unbelievable, hoping she would not get a bad conscience and stop the whole thing... I was almost speechless. So, I quickly continued working that cheating pussy.

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"Hellooooooh." Hazel answered the phone, as I was licking her sensitive clit with quick dabs.

"Hi, Peter, yes, we are busy at it." She replied, moaning. "Mmhh. Mmmhh. Mmmh."

"What? Yes, WE. Oooh!" She half spoke and half moaned.

"Yes, I am OK. No, I am just surprised sometimes. He does things so well. It is very satisfying."

"No, a college student from the partyyyy oooh," Hazel replied.

"Yes, he is very good... Mmmhhh." His wife finished her sentence moaning.

"He finds all the spots which are dirty. Mmmm. Oh."

"No, I am just surprised he knows exactly how I want it to be cleaned. You could learn from him."

"Yes, you are right. I am not easy to please, I know, but he started off really well with me."

"I hope so too. Some areas need a thorough handling. I want him to do all three rooms with me."

"What?" Hazel asked.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, yesss. Give me a second, Mh. Mh. I will ask him."

Hazel, quickly covering the mouthpiece and giving me a very slutty look, my husband asks if you want to clean our pool each week. Can you handle me each week? Will you do that for me each week, my lovely handyman?"

"I love your deep pool already." I answered, as I continued licking her swollen clit.

"Oh. Yeeessss, he will do me each week," he said, Hazel told her newborn cuck, unable to stop moaning from the clit bashing she was getting.

"Did I? Did I say 'me'?" "Oooh, just a figure of speech, I guess, honey? You know, like me, you, me and him?"

"Yes, you are right; since you are not here, it is me and him."

"That's true, correct; it is him and me the entire day."

"Yes, he keeps me company too. It is nice to have a real man in the house for a change."

"Well, yes, you are right again, a real man during the day, of course. In the evening you are here, but you are just my husband."

"Good idea. Mh. Oooohhh..." Hazel moans from my licking. "OK. I will. One second."

"He wants me to show you the pool later on," Hazel said, knowing now that we had all the time in the world. Even if he came home early, she could say that she was showing me around. Perhaps he can fuck me on the diving board, she thought. That would be so kinky!

"Yes, he can stay longer, so I can show him things. Yes, like the pool. As a matter of fact, I will show him everything. He doesn't mind staying longer; he just said to me that he has a lot of staying power."

"You could use some of that too, don't you?" Hazel laughed. "Five minutes is not much, if you know what I mean."

"Mhhhh... Honey, but if he continues like this, I need him to show me his hammering skills." But as far as I could see, I think he has the right tool for that. His hammer looks much bigger than yours."

"What?"

"Oooh yessss. He has a big sack full of nails."

"Yes, I think so too; he will do a... Oooh!...wonderful job."

"OH. LICK MY CUNT," she cried.

"What did you say?" Her husband was doubting what he just heard.

"Oooh..." Hazel moaned, "He is doing some carpet munching, and I said, 'Kick the bucket', because I believe there are some smelly spores here." 'Bunt is not only a baseball term, my darling, but that is just your lack of education.'

"You know what," Hazel said to her husband, "you should get a medical; you sometimes seem so silly to me. Perhaps something is wrong with you?"

"Do you smell anything?" She asked me.

"I do smell an aroma and some wetness, yes," I replied.

"Get on your knees." I told the wifey, loud enough for her husband to hear.

She gave me a dirty, maleficent look, knowing it was time to finally get her married pussy filled. She quickly went on all fours, telling her hubby she would put him on loudspeaker to have her hands free.

"Why do you have to be on your knees?" Her soon-to-be-cheated-on husband asked.

"He can't do a proper job if I do not assist him on my knees. I need him to push me with the final step I am taking today; that's why."

"I don't understand," her husband answered.

"That's so typical of you," Hazel replied. "Why can't you be a real man for a change and understand how the world turns?" His wife said to him just as an elementary schoolteacher would, in a disciplinarian way.

"How was your day anyway?" She asked him, distracting him from his question about the lewd doggystyle position she was in, her cunt ready to be a true cheating hole.

"Oh, very nice. My boss asked me to file the finance report by tomorrow, but I had it ready yesterday."

"Is that all you have to tell me? Nothing interesting?" She asked her soon-to-be true cuckold, looking over her shoulder to me, raising her ass even more, offering me that ready wet slit, and placing her head and arms flat on the bed, near the phone.

As I did not react right away, since I was busy undressing, she wiggled her cunt high up in the air, giving me a good look of her babymaking hole.

"Why are you moaning so often?" Her husband asked.

"Oh, I am so happy with him; he is doing such a good job. I moan from happiness, my dear." Hazel was able to say in a normal tone, as she had a short break from my clit licking.

"I want to have him more often," she told her husband. "I have a bush which needs to be trimmed; there are three holes which I need to be filled, but I might have to go sweet on him; I think I am breaking his balls."

"What do you think? Perhaps he could cum three times a week until one day I am satisfied?" She asked her husband, to whom she had been married for 14 years. Hazel was no longer thinking about any consequences of fucking me or being faithful, as our society expects. Her cunt was about to be drilled, and that was long overdue.

"Yeah, that works fine for me." Her clueless husband answered.

"Great. So, he will have me three days a week," Hazel replied. "I think for starters that is enough. From all that hard grinding we will do together in the house, my muscles will sure be sore the next day. I will probably barely be able to walk."

"Are you assisting him each time?" Her cucky asked.

"Of course. How do you expect him to finish without me?"

"Oh, just wait a moment." She told him, "We need to move in a very large part now." As she saw me aligning my big cock in front of her married pussy.

She told me in a loud voice so everybody could hear to "do it hard".

"Aaaarggghhh!" She cried as I complied with her hard shove request. My cock went almost all the way in, deep inside her well-lubricated cunt, wet from her own juices and my saliva, being filled for the first time since a long time to such an excess that she was gasping for air.

Instead of pulling back, I simply shoved my cock deeper, ignoring her shallow breathing she had from the efforts her cunt walls were having in accommodating me.

"Are you OK?" Her worried husband asked on the phone.

"Better than ever." Hazel cried, futilely trying to control her breathing. She could only gasp at the fullness she was experiencing; her walls being stretched to the limit.

I still had to push one more time.

"Ooooohhh! Hazel screamed as I hit her womb.

I didn't wait for her to get used to her cunt enlargement by my cock, and I quickly started grinding that married slut in a nice steady pace.

Her husband started talking about the problems at work, and his wife could only answer with short moans, pretending to be listening, as her cheating cunt was receiving its first **** after so many years.

"Mmmm."

"Mmmm."

"Mmmm."

"Mmmm."

"Slurp. Gulp." She had to swallow her own saliva, making all kinds of slurping sounds.

"Are you having something?" Her dumb cuck in training asked.

"Yessss," she answered. "A big sausage."

"Good for you," her hubby replied. "Filled with cheese?"

"I hope so; it feels very full. Oh. Oh. Perhaps fuller than I cannnnn handle. Oh!"

Oh. Oh, oh. I can't wait to have it in my mouth, darling. Oh!" Hazel stammered.

She looked over her shoulder and screamed at me, "FUCK ME!"

"To whom are you talking?" Her husband asked.

"I was talking to you," Hazel replied.

"So, what was this about?" he asked.

"Oh, something we have not finished here yet," Hazel replied. "But he will take care of it and finish me off, I have no doubt about that."

"Finish you off?" Her husband asked, wondering.

"I think you need an ear test, dear. And while you're at it, perhaps an IQ test as well. You are not the smartest around here." Hazel said to him in an authoritarian way.

Right then, my cock slipped out of her cunt. I grabbed it with my right hand and rammed it in again, continuing fucking her, and the air my cock pushed inside had to escape again, making her fart twice. To finish her off, I started fucking her at a higher pace, my legs and thrusts making those typical slapping sounds against her ass and legs.

"What is that slapping?" Her husband asked.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Juuust cleaaaniing up," Hazel groaned.

"Ah. Ah. Ah."

"Cum inside me," Hazel said to me.

"What did you say?" Her cuckold asked.

As Hazel raised her cunt towards me, she said to her husband, "I told the student to come inside. I think he deserves a warm nest to dump his load. He carries a very big, full sack with him, and I cannot let it just hang like that without taking good care of it."

"Ah, I see," her cucky said. "You are a very thoughtful woman."

"Can I confess something to you, dear? Oh. Ooohh," she asked her husband as she felt I was about to fill her cheating cunt with my babymaking cum.

"Of course," he said happily, proud of the trust she had in him.

"I looooove... Mmmhhh. Oh!... Being on the phone with you, sharing... Oh! Of what I am doing."

"I am happy about that too. Her husband said proudly.

"Can... Oh! Oh!... You stay on the phone for another 2 minutes? I think he will be done with me by then. "Oh!" Hazel asked her loyal husband, "So you can be present with what your wife goes through?"

"Sure." Her cuck said, feeling quite the man.

I grabbed Hazel's waist firmly for me to give her my last shove for a good cunt filling.

"Peter?" I asked her husband, "I have some baby food for your wife; shall I give it to her?"

"Oh yes, please do. What kind of seed is it?" Her husband replied, not understanding.

"Oh." Hazel cut in, "You will see when spring arrives. I will gladly show you the growth if I am lucky. Let me surprise you, dear."

The mere thought she might be completely unprotected sent me over the edge. Load after load of hot jizz was pumped deep into her baby-making hole, quickly holding my throbbing cock still, the tip as deep as possible against her womb. My balls sent tonnes of little swimmers, all eager to knock her up.

As Hazel felt the hot flood of cum being injected inside her, she grunted loudly into the phone, cumming hard on my pouring cock, her orgasm sending a warm wave of pleasure through her entire body as her cunt and anus contracted seven or eight times.

She was sweating like hell, barely able to breathe anymore, sending a flood of her own juices to mix with mine. Her butt was shaking in my hands from the **** of her orgasm.

After her orgasm slowly subdued, her breathing got back bit by bit to normal, and she had this radiant, sweaty glow on her face of a well-fucked woman, filled with cum. Her arms were no longer able to support her from the bashing she had received, and she had to lie down on her stomach, letting my spent cock plop out of her filled cunt.

"Peter?" Hazel asked, "Are you still there?"

"Yes." Peter answered, not sure what he had heard, but he was afraid to ask questions and look stupid again. Besides the groaning of his wife, there was also sometimes a slapping sound, but Peter hadn't heard that sound ever before.

"I will show him later in the pool and see what he can do with me there. I already have some ideas, my dear."

"I am so happy you give him so much to do; I really have no time for that."

"No worries, dear, I am in good strong hands...

To be continued.