Her room

Rachel wraps her long legs around my waist. Holding her at the thighs, I carry her into her bedroom. She kisses on my neck and begs me to fuck her.

“Oh god Chandler. I need to be fucked so badly. Please give me what I need.”

I close the door with the back of my foot. I look at this gorgeous woman who is **** for me. I kiss her passionately while still holding her. I break from her sweet lips to kiss the top of her soft breasts. Her fingers comb my hair. She begs, “Fuck me. I’m so wet for you.”

I try to throw her down on the bed but she clings to me. I fall down on top of her. With her legs still wrapped around me with make out. I adjust my hips until my cock head presses against her opening.

I push in.

She gasps against me, “Oh shit.”

I slowly push in. She’s wet, but she’s so fucking tight. It takes effort to penetrate her deeply. I have to take my time swallowing thrusting in and out to make progress. Rachel hugs me tightly and moans under me. “Oh god Chandler.”

She moans directly into my ear. Her nails dig into my back. I’m a little afraid that I’m hurting her but I’m not stopping. Her pussy feels too damn good.

After a lot of work, my dick is fully getting in her with each thrust. She hasn’t let go of me. The heat has slicked our bodies with sweat. My stomach slides on hers with each thrust of my hips. She doesn’t want anything but missionary. She wants the closeness. She wants the intimacy. She doesn’t want me to see who has entered the room.

She pulls me into a deep kiss. Her tongue invades my mouth. A hand runs up the back of my thigh. It gave my ass cheek and squeezes. The surprise causes me to thrust hard into Rachel. She gasps at how suddenly I’m deep inside her. “Oh god you’re so deep.”

Her tight pussy squeezes me trying to milk my cock. Her nails scratch down my back. A hand kneads my ass.

Trying to keep my rhythm of fucking, I ask, “Who’s touching my ass?”

“The man whose wife you’re fucking,” Ross says behind me. “No, don’t stop. She’s loving it. Keep fucking my wife.”

His thumb digs between my cheeks and presses against my asshole.

I ask, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about me. Just keep fucking my wife. She sounds like she’s about to come.”

“I am, baby,” Rachel says. “He feels so good inside me. The friction on my bean is incredible. I’m about to come so hard.” She bites her lip and looks up at me. I’m reminded that it’s me giving this gorgeous woman this pleasure. It’s my cock about to make her come.

A finger slips into my asshole.

“Oh fuck!” I yell, and thrust my hips forward trying to pull the finger out of my ass. I pump into Rachel trying to move our connected bodies away from him.

I feel his finger rubbing inside my hole. I try to ignore it. I concentrate on the sweaty goddess beneath me. Her sensual moans. Her gripping pussy. She arches beneath me. Her nails draw lines of blood on my back. She comes hard.

I can’t ignore the finger any longer. The pleasure cannot be denied. Whatever Ross is doing. It’s sending me over the edge.

Breathlessly I ask, “Can I come in your wife?”

“I like that you asked,” Ross says, massaging my prostate. “You may come in my wife.”

I groan and fill her pussy. She holds me so tightly. There’s no way I could pull out anyway. I die in her arms. My body fills with bliss. I miss Ross’s finger as soon as it’s out of my ass.

Rachel unlatches her legs from me and allows me to fall off her. The sheets are wet with sweat. Dark hair is plastered to her forehead. I was doing all the work but this marathon runner looks exhausted.

I glance at her husband. His eyes stare at my dark throbbing cock that test against my stomach. He’s probably wondering how that fit inside his tiny wife. He says, “You guys look exhausted. I’ll grab us some drinks for a cooldown.”

I can’t stop staring at the large pale tits as they rise and fall with each breath. They’re about to hypothesize me and put me to sleep.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Ross says coming back into the room. “The night is just getting started.”