No turning back now...

He leans in and slowly lets his breath caress my ear.

"In you? You sure you're able to handle all that lumber? Your man complains you don't fuck anymore. Don't wanna hurt you... too bad. Just enough to make you walk funny for a day."

Fuck it. I grab his face and start kissing him. I need it.

His hand slides up my dress and touches my pussy as our tongues explore. Cal curls his fingers inside me. Rubbing my G-spot.

I moan into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, I slide off the couch. Pulling down his pants quickly and taking his hard cock out. He’s so well hung. I explore it with one hand to start… then two. I lick the tip. A moan escapes Cal’s lips, showing his approval. I pop the head into my mouth. God, he’s stretching my mouth. It’s making my mouth water. My pussy soaks. I really needed this. His strong hands move to my head as he gently guides me. I like being led. It’s fucking hot. I pull his cock out of my mouth and look at him.

“Fuck me.” I say in a begging voice. Pleading for him to stretch my pussy.

He just smiles that big smile he always has. He chuckles, saying, "Usually I foreplay until you think you're going to break, but I think you've already done that yourself. Get on your fucking knees, slut. Face on the floor, ass in the air. Bet you used to be in that position a lot back in the day. Back when you had young studs like me?"

Yes, sir, I scramble to the ground, lifting my dress and showing him my butt-plugged hole as well as my waiting pussy.

“I need you to help me cum. Please,” I beg.

He spanks my ass hard. Waits for it to resonate as the impact makes its way over my body, then smacks it again. He reaches down to the back of my dress and lifts it up. He talks as he works.

"Oh easy access. And I'm talking about you, not your lack of panties."

Sliding the thick head of his cock alongside my folds slowly but forcefully. Threatening to split me open with his massive member. The thing is like almost three of my knuckles side by side. His cock feels warm on my waiting lips.

I lift my head and look back as if to ask if he would please fuck me.

His response is a hard slap to my ass and him firmly telling me, "No, slut, I said face on the floor or no cock!"

I put my head back on the floor like a good submissive. I’ll do whatever this man asks if he would just fuck me. I’m glad I slobbered on his cock as much as I did. Covering him in my saliva. Spit isn’t the best lube. But better than nothing. I have the feeling he’s going to pound me and treat me like a good whore.

I’m so fucking wet. Haven’t been this turned on in so long.

He continues his tease, "You let me put this in you, and you become my bitch. Understood? So if you wanna be my bitch from now on and not some pent up wife, then fucking beg. I want you to be my bitch for real. You wanna be my good little slut?”

“Please, Cal, please. Just fuck me already. Treat me like your submissive whore.” I moan; my brain turned off. Replaced only by my lust.

"Sorry Jay, she ain't yours no more!"

He roars victoriously as he slides into me, stretching me inch by inch while gripping my ass tight with his right hand, his other holding my lower back to guide my arch.

He laments, "You're soaked. Guess you just needed to find the right man to take you. The right master."

He’s not wrong.

He’s so big that I can feel my pussy resisting.

He must feel it too, as he comments, "You know how crazy women get when something this thick passes this point? I normally build up to this, but you're too slutty to enjoy the build up right now..."

He then proceeds to slowly push even deeper. Deeper than I thought possible. Thick enough to rub my spot while also fucking me continuously.

I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Just as I was getting somehow used to his size… at least as used to it as I could be, he pulls out, saying, “Lead me to your bedroom. I want to fuck you in your marriage bed.”

Climbing into bed, I pull out my dildo. Given Cal’s size… I need all the space down there that I can get…