Horny

The days leading up to the bachelorette party blurred into a haze of raw, passionate sex and simmering temptation. You couldn’t keep your hands off Tawny. Every time you looked at her voluptuous body, the knowledge that you’d soon be claiming Erin made you fuck your wife even harder — like you were pouring all your forbidden lust into her.

That evening you found Tawny in the bedroom fresh from a shower, towel barely clinging to her heavy curves. You didn’t say a word. You dropped the towel with one tug and pushed her back onto the bed, climbing over her like a predator. Your mouth claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding and sucking while your hands roamed her soft, warm flesh.

You worshipped her massive tits first — sucking one fat nipple deep into your mouth, tongue swirling and teeth grazing while your hand kneaded the other, squeezing until the soft flesh spilled between your fingers. Tawny moaned into your mouth, back arching as her pussy grew wet beneath you. You kissed lower, trailing your tongue down her belly until you buried your face between her thick thighs.

You ate her with filthy passion — long, slow licks up her soaked slit, sucking her swollen clit between your lips and humming vibrations straight into her core. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside her, curling lovingly against her G-spot while you devoured her. Creamy juices coated your chin as she bucked against your face. You added a third finger, stretching her open, then slid a slick thumb into her tight ass, working both holes in rhythm until she shattered.

Tawny came hard, thighs clamping around your head, hot squirt spraying your tongue and chest as she cried out your name. You kept licking and fingering her through every spasm, drawing it out until she was trembling and breathless.

You climbed up and sank your massive cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth, deep thrust. The stretch made her gasp beautifully. You fucked her with long, passionate strokes — grinding deep, rolling your hips so every inch rubbed her sensitive walls. You stared into her eyes, kissing her between moans, hands entwined as you made love to her with raw intensity.

“God, I love how you feel around me,” you groaned, picking up speed. You hooked her legs higher and pounded harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Tawny’s massive tits bounced with every thrust. You sucked her nipples raw while she came again, pussy fluttering and milking your thick shaft, fresh squirt soaking your balls.

You flipped her onto all fours, yanked her hips back, and took her from behind with deep, possessive strokes. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. You railed her until she was a moaning, squirting mess, then pulled out and fed her your cock. Tawny sucked you eagerly, throat working around you until you flooded her mouth with thick cum. She swallowed every drop, looking up at you with pure bliss.

Even as you recovered and held your wife close, your phone vibrated. Erin.

Erin: Daddy… I can’t stop touching myself thinking about you at the party. The girls have no idea how wet I get just imagining you there. I’m scared I won’t be able to control myself when I see you half-naked…

She sent a short video: Erin in bed, fingers buried deep in her pussy, massive tits heaving as she moaned softly, clearly trying to stay quiet. She came on camera with a whispered “I need you inside me…”

You replied with a voice note, voice low and commanding: “Be patient, princess. Daddy’s going to take care of you at the party. Keep that little pussy wet and ready.”

The next morning you woke Tawny with your mouth on her cunt again. You licked her slowly to consciousness, then fucked her slow and deep in spooning position — one arm wrapped around her, hand squeezing her breast, cock sliding in and out of her creamy hole with passionate, grinding strokes. She came twice before you filled her with another hot load.

Later that afternoon, while Nick was out, Erin cornered you in the hallway. She pressed her petite body against yours, massive tits squishing into your chest, and whispered desperately, “I keep dreaming about your cock… about how much better it feels than anything I’ve had. Promise me something at the party, Daddy. Promise you’ll touch me.”

You slid your hand under her skirt, found her soaked thong, and fingered her right there in the hallway — two thick fingers pumping into her tight cunt while your thumb circled her clit. Erin whimpered into your shoulder, grinding on your hand until she came hard, biting your shirt to stay quiet. You made her lick your fingers clean before sending her away on shaky legs.

That night you took Tawny again in the shower. You pressed her against the cool tiles, lifted one leg, and fucked her standing up — deep, passionate thrusts that made her massive tits bounce and her moans echo off the walls. Water mixed with her squirt as she came repeatedly. You finished by painting her tits and tongue with thick ropes of cum, kissing her through the aftershocks while she trembled in your arms.

Every day followed the same delicious pattern: savage, loving sex with your wife that left her walking funny and glowing, mixed with stolen moments and filthy messages from Erin. She sent more videos — fingering herself in the car, humping a pillow in the bathroom, always whispering how badly she needed you.

By the night before the bachelorette, Tawny was nearly in a constant state of blissed-out exhaustion. You fucked her one final marathon session on the living room floor — making her ride you, then bending her over the couch, then missionary so you could look into her eyes as you filled her again. She came so many times she could barely speak, body limp and leaking when you finally carried her to bed.

Your phone buzzed late that night.

Erin: Tomorrow night, Daddy… I’m going to be such a good girl for you. The girls are bringing toys for games… but nothing will compare to the real thing. I’m counting the hours until I can feel you.

You stroked yourself slowly to her message, edging but not cumming. You saved every drop for her.

The bachelorette party was finally here.