Give Rise to New Fires

Her eyes flickered once more towards the door as Robert leaned down to kiss her. The moment his lips met hers, she melted. A kiss just as hungry as when they were teens, dating, their hormones restricted to heavy petting because they’d been warned of the dangers of going further. But they were no longer teenagers, so when they kissed, there was nothing to limit their passion. Physical, fleshy desire overrode everything else, even thoughts of husbands and right and wrong. Even though she couldn’t say it aloud, not yet, she could at least admit it to herself. She wanted this. She wanted him.

She was the first to move, her hands rising to pull off his tie and unbutton his shirt. She shivered at the feel of the muscled torso beneath the fabric. His hands mimicked hers, tugging at the loose, blouse that covered her magnificent tits, proving that he was just as hungry as she was. He wanted to feel all the parts of her he’d never felt in his youth. Her soft, fleshy tits. Her tight, firm ass. The heat as it radiated from between her legs.

They both growled as they parted, but it was a necessary evil. She pulled his jacket and shirt down off his arms and tossed them haphazardly over the back of the settee, disturbing a cushion in the process. Then, she helped him pull her own blouse up over her head and let it fall to the ground by their feet as their arms enraptured the other again, drawing in for another deep kiss. A shiver ran up her spine at feeling the man’s toned bare flesh rubbing against hers. So dazed by lust was she that the hand sliding up her back went completely unnoticed, until it had unhooked her bra and she felt the cups loosen around her breasts. She said nothing, just kissed him more, and pulled the bra away from her body.

The exposed nipples rubbed against his manly chest, sending shockwaves through her body. It had never felt like this with Dario. With her husband, sex was good, but the getting undressed part was just a necessary prelude. A simple little body to body with Robert somehow had her skin tingling all over. Perhaps it was the infidelity, or maybe she was as sex starved as Robert suggested. The reason didn’t really matter to her right now. She only wanted more.

Her fingertips caressed the hard bumps of his toned stomach, sliding down until she met his pants, and she nimbly went to work, unbuttoning and unzipping him to feast her eyes on what was beneath. She surprised him by initiating the removal of his trousers. Though he was used to women tearing his clothes off, they were rarely faster than he was, but Mallory’s speed only made him chuckle as he once again set about mirroring her actions. They broke the kiss only to step away, allowing Robert’s loosened pants to drop to his ankles.

As Mallory begin to tug the denim down her thick thighs, Robert took control. Stepping out of his trousers, he grabbed the housewife and set her down upon the flat back of the couch. Her hands shot out on either side of herself, instinctive, to steady her body, while Robert worked the jeans down her legs, leaving his childhood sweetheart in nothing but plain, cotton panties. He was used to his women adorned in lingerie and lace, but there was also something so decadently arousing about an honest woman in cotton, like he was about to defile her. But if Mallory was to be defiled, she descended into it willingly, pulling him closer between her thighs by wrapping her legs around his waist.

He kissed her again, although this time it was a short kiss, her mouth parting from his and her face sliding by his as she gasped with lust the moment his large cock slid against her mound. Still separated by their underwear, it seemed as if they might as well have been naked. The thin fabric did little to disguise his bulge, and her panties were soaked through. Heat radiated from one to other as they ground against each other, back to being dry humping teens, except this was anything but dry.

In a normal situation, he might have simply pulled her panties aside and taken her there, but he was enjoying this side of Mallory. All the hardness and coldness of her personality had given way to her baser needs and finally being honest with herself. And he wanted to see this new, honest Mallory in all of her magnificence. So he pulled himself away, and unwrapped her legs from his body, earning himself a discontented growl from his ex-girlfriend. Below his cock shared the sentiment, twitching eagerly in his boxers, but the allure of what was to come strengthened him.

“Take them off for me,” he ordered. “Let me see.”

She inhaled deeply, her naked chest heaving. But she complied. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. She’d undressed in front of her husband many times. Even at her age, she wasn’t ashamed of her body. And it was only a pair of panties. Her figure, her shape, her tits, were already being devoured by Robert’s eyes. And that was the difference. Dario never watched her the way Robert was right at that moment. Shakily, she stood in front of him and quivered as her hands slid over her own body, reaching down for her underwear.

Another deep breath, and it was done. She kicked her panties away and stood up straight again, waiting for the judgement. Tales of Robert’s antics, the sex parties, the ineffable pleasure that left women smiling for days, it had all reached Mallory’s ears, and she knew that there was no way that she, a lowly common housewife could ever compared to the models and socialites that Robert could have whenever he wanted.

“Beautiful,” he complimented her, his eyes giving her a second look over, and then a third.

And it wasn’t a lie. The mature, sexy figure standing completely nude before him was as hot as any model he’d ever bedded. His cock throbbed in recognition. In fact, she reminded him of Monica in some way, a little less toned, a bit looser in some areas, but they shared the same darkened color around their nipples and their lower lips puffed up in arousal almost identically. But she also had a beauty all of her own, especially when she blushed at being called ‘beautiful’.

It was not the first time. Dario often remarked on how pretty his wife was, how lucky he was, especially when she let her cold demeanor slide for a second and smiled. But it meant more coming from a man like Robert for some reason. She might have expected that he was just telling her what she wanted to hear, but one look at the enormous rod straining the thin fabric of his boxers told her that it was true.

What went misunderstood in the stories of Robert’s sex filled history, and present, was that Robert was not vain or shallow. He appreciated the honesty of sex, the honesty it brought out in others and in himself. Sex, more than ****, was the great equalizer. When a woman was on her back, legs spread and full of cock while screaming his name to the heavens, it didn’t matter who they were or what they did. The difference between good and bad sex was just how much they really wanted it. And there was nothing Robert wanted more in that moment than Mallory Campbell-Minotti.

To that end, he swiftly tugged his boxers down, letting them fall to his feet as his long, thick cock bounced free. He loved to watch the reaction of his lovers when they first saw it and Mal was no different. Instantly her eyes dropped to take in the magnificent size and shape. There was no need to ask, he could tell from the widening of her eyes and slight parting of her lips that it was the biggest she’d ever seen. At first she gasped, and then held her breath, as if trying to hold the moment, trying to keep the picture of his cock in her memory bank for all eternity.

“Now, on your knees,” he commanded. “Let’s find a better use for that mouth than complaining and lecturing everyone.”

“Was I…am I really that bad?” she asked, displaying a rare moment of vulnerability, though it was somewhat undercut by her kneeling before him, like a nun at foot of the alter, leveling the face with his thick, twitching cock.

“You’re a difficult woman. Controlling, demanding, and you don’t suffer fools easily,” he told her the truth. “You’re hard on the people you love, but I always understood that hardness was just your way of showing you cared.”

“Looks like you’re the hard one now,” she attempting to tease him as she reached out with a nervous hand.

Even though she’d touched a penis before, one of Robert’s size made her apprehensive and she felt like it was the first time all over again. And being with him, her ex-boyfriend, her first boyfriend, she could almost imagine it to be so. Almost. Just a quick glance at the mantle reminded her of what she was risking. Her husband grinned down at her from their wedding photo as she wrapped her fingers around another man’s dick. The memento of a happy man on the happiest day of his life beamed down upon his wife as she relished in the throbbing of the extramarital manhood against her hand.

“Mal…you remember we need to be quick?” Robert followed her gaze to the picture taking pride of place atop of the hearth. “Oh…I see. You know, if you’re having second thoughts, we can just-”

“No,” she looked away from the picture, and turned her head upwards, allowing him to see her smile. “I want this. I want you here, and now. I understand, I was naïve before. You’re right, we never would have worked. But I still wanted you, and because I couldn’t have you, I never stopped wanting you.”

“I always knew I had something that would put a smile on your face.” He caressed her cheek with his fingers, gliding towards her mouth and rubbing her bottom lip with the flat of his thumb. Hot, staggered breaths blew against his skin, as her smile stretched wider than he’d ever seen before. “A nice big smile.”

“It’s a nice big smile for a nice big dick,” she said, trying to get the hang of this teasing game.

“Is that why you’re barely smiling in those photos?” he asked, looking again to the family pictures. “Why you’re barely smiling with him?”

“…let’s not talk about him…”

He nodded. It was a fun game to play sometimes with a willing participant, but he wasn’t going to push her to humiliate her husband, a man he may have to work with. Instead he jerked his hips forward, pushing his cock through her hand so that the tip emerged from the other side and brushed against her smiling lips.

“AH!” she jumped as the slick cockhead grazed her mouth. It was only for a second, but she could still taste the precum that lingered afterwards.

“Okay, if you don’t want to talk, I think we can find something else for your mouth to do.”

Mallory didn’t protest but rather parted her lips and extended her tongue as Robert pushed his cock forward a second time. She licked along the underside of his cock, down to where hand gripped the thick base, then dragged her tongue back up when he pulled back. Swirling her tongue around the exposed glans momentarily and tasting his precum again, she waited for him to thrust again, this time getting in the way with her open mouth. Even though she was expecting it, she still moaned when the fat cock plugged her mouthhole, her stretched lips tight around his girth.

A hand came down and rested on the back of her head while she tried in vain to widen her mouth further to comfortably fit the enormous Ravers meat. But no matter how she tried, her lips and her jaw still ached. She was too used to her husband’s cock, having gotten used to easily taking his smaller dick. Dario wasn’t minuscule either, but he was nothing compared to the massive rod that Robert wielded.

With his cock lodged in her mouth and gripping the back of her head, Robert began to saw his hips gently back and forth, gradually pushing his dick deeper. She gagged almost immediately. Unused to having to breathe through her nose during a blowjob, she tried to suck in air around his thick shaft and found there were almost no gaps. Worse, the movement of his cock was plunging her mouth, churning up all of her saliva and forcing it to the back of her throat where she choked. She pulled back, off his dick, as she coughed up spit and slobber all over his dick, gasping for oxygen once she was free while she drooled messily over her own chin, the excess dripping down to her naked breast.

The sight of the uptight, controlled, usually pristinely preened Mallory Campbell – he would never get used to calling her Minotti – with tears in her eyes, her light make up smudged and saliva marking her chin and chest was undeniably arousing. While she was still panting and trying to catch her breath, he grabbed her head and pulled her back to his cock, thrusting his hips to drive his length between her lips. Perhaps she could have resisted, but she opened wide and took him willingly.

Seeing his picture perfect ex-girlfriend turned to a dribbling mess got him so heated he fucked her throat harder. Mallory was no quitter though, and sucked on him as best as she could, lasting several seconds longer than last time before again **** and gagging on his dick. Though she wanted to pull away, his strong hand held her against his dick, fucking her mouth for several more seconds until she felt lightheaded and the saliva was bubbling out around her stretched lips. Finally releasing her, she expelled spittle over his dick and her own body again.

She was given very little time to catch her breath before Robert pounced once more. Just as last time, he grabbed her head and shoved his dick into her mouth with a firm thrust of his hips. The differences were subtle. His fingers this time twined themselves in her hair and even though his thrusts were faster, more frantic, she teased him with her tongue, running it along the underside of his fat cock every time it stuffed her throat. Whatever way it was cut, the end was the same, him facefucking her until she gagged and choked, nearly vomiting as she coughed up obscene amounts of slobber and saliva.

This degradation was exactly what she had wanted. Listening to rumors of his sexual virility, of orgies and all sorts of sex parties, as the one ex-girlfriend he’d never touched, she was left to wonder what was wrong with her. But now she knew there was nothing. Robert was more of a gentleman than she’d expected, thinking of her feelings before his cock. But she didn’t want a gentleman. She wanted him to relish in the use of her body, and she wanted the perverse pleasure she got from being used, knowing that, in the morning, they’d be done. The thought of what if would never again cross her anxious mind. And this would never ever happen again.

So, abandoning all thoughts of her husband, of being the good wife, of the ring on her finger and all uptight notions of being in control, she sucked him harder. Her mouth filled with the taste of his manhood until her breath reeked of cock. Still she sucked him until her lungs gave in, needing breath, and again she choked, her mouth and throat constricting, spasming, tightly around his length. He pulled back abruptly, with a growl, quashing the rising need to cum. There’d be time enough for that yet. First, he wanted to feel her silky, wet, lower hole.

Grabbing her arm, he yanked her up onto her feet quite harshly. She questioned what he was doing, but got no reply, and within seconds it became self-evident anyway. He pulled her around to the front of the sofa and pushed her down onto it. One cushion fell to the carpet, and the others were disturbed as she knelt on her hands and knees, her ass pivoted towards a man that was not her husband. The thick, long cock that was also not her husbands pointed stiff and hard at the moist, gaping slit between her thighs as he lifted one leg on to the couch and half knelt behind her.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, peeling them apart and giving himself a perfect view of his ex-girlfriend’s pussy. It wasn’t completely hairless, but, as expected of Mallory, it was precisely trimmed and groomed into a tidy triangular shape. His thumbs slid lower, prying at her thighs and consequently opening her pussy further until he could see the pink insides glistening in the light. She was already so wet. And she’d been wet for some time; lines of her arousal streaked along the inside of her thighs.

She groaned in anticipation. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his hands moving over her back and rump, quivering at the touch of his fingers that made her skin prickle and goosebump. As good as it felt to have him touching her all over though, it was only delaying what she wanted most, which only made her desire it more. His cock, she thought, the image flashing in her mind, small at first, then flashing large, as if written in neon in the sky when he leaned forward and rubbed the thick tip along her lower lips. She moaned, and wondered if he would make her beg. She didn’t even care. She’d do it. No more maybes or what ifs. She had to know what it felt like to be fucked by the great Robert Ravers.

But he didn’t. He wanted this as much as she did, and he wasn’t in the mood to wait. One hand left her body and grasped his shaft, guiding himself towards the opening between her legs. As thick as he was, she was so wet his fat cock slipped right in. The ache in her jaw as she sucked him was nothing compared to the ache of her insides as her pussy stretched to swallow his cock. She was so tight, it was almost like the first time. Of course, Dario had long since taken her virginity, and she had two kids to show for it. Her husband was not small, but Robert was just so big, he made her feel like a virgin all over again.

Robert was as patient and gentle a lover as any woman could want for their first time. He worked his manhood in slowly, pulled back, then pressed in again, applying just a little more pressure to push in deeper. Over and over again, he carefully kneaded her pussy with his cock, sculpting her insides to welcome his girth and length. And with every push she was crying out, moaning ‘oh shit’ and ‘fuck yes’, and accepting the pleasure even if it came with pain. Before long however, her pussy was reshaped and the pain vanished, leaving only the delectable ecstasy of a fat cock filling her hole.

A little pain returned when his cock bumped against her womb, though it was a drop in the ocean compared to the tidal wave of joy she was feeling from being stuffed full. Behind her, Robert looked down and saw that, although he’d filled her, he still had a couple inches of his cock unsheathed and realized with a slight smile that Mallory’s cunt was shallower than her sister’s, or even his own daughter’s. It wasn’t the first time a woman couldn’t take his whole cock. Sometimes they continued to stretch out with continued fucking, and sometimes they just reached their limit.

It didn’t matter to Robert, and it certainly didn’t seem to matter to Mallory. In fact, she got off on the realization that his cock was too big for her tight little pussy.

“That’s it. Fuck me, Robert! Fuck me deep with that massive cock.”

“God, you’re so tight.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “just like your sister.”

The reminder that the same thick cock that was currently plumbing her own depths had once drilled and impregnated her little sister caused a low guttural moan to rise out of Malllory’s throat like music to Robert’s ears. History was repeating itself. Monica had once cheated on her own husband with this big dick, just as Mallory was throwing away her own marriage vows to be stretched out and fucked hard. And after all this time, the desire had never gone away, the rekindling of their affair finally causing the absolute break down of Monica’s marriage. Though she told herself this was a one and done type deal, she wondered if her fate was to be the same, carrying a torch for Robert until it would finally burn down her entire house. Woe to Misty if she ever gets married, Mallory thought, lest she fall to Robert Ravers next.

“Mon says it’s exercise that keeps her in shape,” Robert continued to tease her, enjoying how the mention of her sister made her walls clench around his shaft. “but, god, you’re both so tight…it has to be genetic.”

“Oooooh, oh god, oh fuck.”

She wanted to protest but could only moan. Being compared to her sister had always bothered her, yet at this moment she felt nothing else but arousal. Even though she was the good, dutiful daughter, Monica got away with everything. And when she got knocked up at eighteen by some college boy wannabe-doctor, the family rallied around her. Beneath Robert’s magnificent cock, their differences didn’t matter. They were both a sloppy, moaning mess. The same cock was churning up her insides too, her brain going blank with flashes of pure pleasure.

“That’s it, Mal, fuck my cock,” Robert encouraged her. “Fuck it like you’ve always wanted to.”

It was only then she realized that while Robert’s dick relentlessly sawed in and out of her pussy, she was wildly pushing her own ass back against him, desperately trying to take him deeper. The slaps of their bodies together, along with the creaking of the sofa, became frantic and loud, as their bodies rapidly crashed over and over. It echoed in the room, and Mal was sure that the firm, wet smacks could be heard outside. Maybe even across the fence, their neighbors could hear the evidence of her infidelity. But she didn’t care. She was losing her mind. She just moaned and thrust herself back against him even harder.

Robert’s response was to snake his hands around her body, one reaching up to grasp her tit, tweaking the stiff nipple between his fingers, while the other dipped low between her legs. His thick, rough finger pressed against her clit, alternating between circling the sensitive nub and lightly flicking it back and forth by rubbing his digit over it. Her moaning sharply rose and her body began to quiver even as she continued to push back against his invading cock. The flashes of pleasure became explosions, each one more effusive than the last.

“FU-CK” she gasped the syllables as she felt her body succumb. “Yea-YES! I...I’M CUMMMING!”

The orgasm hit her like an atom bomb, a chain reaction of explosions starting at her pussy and rippling out until she felt nothing but burning, searing pleasure in every nerve ending. Her mind went completely white, unable to think of anything except the joy that was causing every muscle in her body to spasm. She quivered and shook beneath him until she lost all strength and slumped, her face falling into a cushion where she could scream bloody **** while Robert continued to rail her from behind. The inner walls of her pussy flexed rapidly around his cock. Perhaps if she’d been more lucid, she’d have noticed his cock throbbing too.

“Aaaaah Yeah!” he grunted, closing his eyes for a second, amazed that her tight cunt could get even tighter. “Take it. This is what you wanted. What you’ve been missing. Right now, it’s all yours. So, take it all. Every last drop.”

He drove his dick in deep, the ridge of his glans scraping against her g-spot, until his tip was right against the entrance to her womb, then came. He unloaded his balls inside the forty-something wife and mother of two, shooting rope after rope of his cum into her still fertile body. Though she was too dazed to know exactly what the warmth spreading through her lower body was, her pussy reacted accordingly, setting off another orgasm. The convulsions sucked out the last of his seed and Robert gave her a few idle pumps, both coming down from their climatic high.

For a few minutes, they rested. They remained deeply connected while they panted and caught their breath. A strange thought came to Mallory. Unaware of his vasectomy, and feeling the cum warming the depths of her pussy, she wondered if he might have just impregnated her. Would she have to explain the presence of a bump in several weeks? She thought of Zack, her sister’s son, and whether a baby brother for him was beginning to gestate in her womb at that very moment. It would be a fucked-up family tree, and yet, the thought turned her on just a little.

He yanked her from her thoughts when he pulled back, and she was distracted from notions of motherhood by the completely disagreeable feeling of her pussy being emptied. Air, trapped by the cock that had plugged her lower hole, rushed out, making an obscene, wet farting noise. Cum leaked out along with the wind, dribbling down to a cushion beneath her hips.

“I’m going to have to wash that cushion as soon as possible,” Mallory said with a frown as she looked beneath herself and saw the stain that their combined juices was making. “Or possibly burn it.”

“That’ll have to wait,” he told her as he surprised her again, flipping her on to her back.

That was not the biggest surprise though. She gasped and her eyes widened to see that he was still hard. When he shuffled in between her legs, she saw how his manhood reached along her mound and extended almost all the way to her navel. It had just happened, and it had just given her the best orgasm of her life, and yet she still couldn’t believe that monster had been inside of her. She watched it throb, and her mind went foggy again.

“Ro-Robert, we can’t,” she managed to protest weakly. Despite her words though, she did nothing to stop him. Her arms were still stretched out above her head and her legs remained spread wide for him. “Dario…Dario will be home soon.”

“You should have thought about that before we started,” he reprimanded her playfully as he pulled his hips back and aimed his cock at her slick entrance. “I never leave a woman until she’s been completely and utterly satisfied.”

With one firm thrust, he was sliding inside of her again. She moaned, welcoming the fullness once more. Her pussy squeezed him, betraying her true feelings. She knew then that he was going to ruin her. Perhaps it had been for the best that they hadn’t fucked as teens. He was spoiling her. Nothing would ever compare to this.

“Oh, god, yes, fuck me,” she moaned out as she gave in to the renewed pleasure. “Fuck me. Make me cum again, and again.”

Robert just smiled as he did just that. He rammed himself into her, building up in no time to the same speed and ****. Their bodies slapped together again too, in harmony with the creaking of the couch. She didn’t know how she’d ever explain it if they broke the furniture, but was something to worry about later. For now, she only wanted more of him, of that godly dick that was penetrating her over and over, causing the aftershocks of her orgasm to spread throughout her body, reminding her of the greater pleasure yet to come.

But something was off.

“W-wait, wait.” She pressed her hands against his chest to slow his movements. “Stop.”

With ****, he paused, with his length still mostly buried in her snug, wet hole. They both heard it at the same time; the jingle of keys, as someone, outside, unlocked the front door.