She nodded.

Patricia tried to nod but couldn’t with Gregory holding her hair. When he released her head, he held her by the hips again. Leaning into her, he held her in place and shifted his weight, lifting one foot and planting it so that he could fuck her hard and deep. Patricia shook, falling forward in breathless ecstasy as he stirred her insides. She was already broken, but now she was powerless.

He swelled thicker and thicker inside of her until he began to feel like a metal piston hammering her. Lifting her numb hips on equally numb legs, Patricia came again and flexed around him, coaxing him, urging him. Swollen and grunting, Gregory finally came, too, burying himself into her depths and soaking her insides with his semen. He flooded her with his thick, creamy seed, and she felt a white hot pleasure rush up her spine and explode through her once it reached her brain.

To quiet her wailing, Patricia moaned until her voice was too loud and then bit her own forearm to keep herself quiet. When finished, she was weeping with his fat shaft still inside of her, twitching and throbbing and holding all of his rich semen deep inside of her. Echoes of pleasure popped and exploded all around her, like ripples following a stone hopping across water. Every inch of her was numb except for the pleasure and her pussy, which could feel every inch of Gregory.

She felt full and bloated and moaned as Gregory slapped her on the ass. “That was a good one,” he said, and holding her ass cheeks parted, he gazed at her vulva stretched wide around him. “Never fucked anyone as thick as you before,” he said, shaking her bottom, and he grinned. “I could tell you liked it, though.” He punctuated the sentence with another slap on the ass.

Patricia, drunk on him, nodded lazily in her saliva pool. “I did,” she whispered. “I loved it.”

“There we go.” Gregory grinned. “Am I better than your husband?”

“Than Josh?” Patricia flexed around him and moaned. “Oh, God, Gregory, you’re so much better than Josh. There’s no real comparison between you two. I swear it.”

Gregory laughed, and Patricia could almost feel it through her body. When he withdrew, he slapped his spent cock down across her plump bottom and left a wet print there. Her pussy, meanwhile, gushed his fresh semen. It pooled between her legs and ran down her thighs, but Patricia was too tired to stem the tide. She remained face down and ass up as Gregory smeared his shaft across her bottom and lower back.

“Ask me again if you need help with groceries,” he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “Or if you’re just home alone and bored. You’re good for another fuck at least.”

He left after that, and Patricia was alone, face-down in her own saliva, smiling. His semen poured from her parted lips, and she felt not only satisfied but happy. Thinking about Gregory, about his thick cock, about his rough hands and his hard kisses, she felt good. Her belly buzzed with excitement as she contemplated a second visit.

No matter how innocent her intentions were ta first, she realized now that she wanted to fuck him from the start. It had been better than she expected, almost impossibly so, and she could never go back now. Stirring slowly, she rose on weak legs and cleaned before her husband got home. By evening she was horny again. She had supper with Joshua but, staring at him across the table, she saw no reason to waste her time on him. Gregory was all she needed now.

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