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Derrick and I locked eyes as Gayle lavished his beautiful cock. It wasn’t a stunt dick like I’d seen in porn, especially in hotwife and domination clips. But Derrick’s cock was thick, lengthy, throbbing…and real! No camera angles or rigged tape measures needed here.
Gayle glanced up from tonguing his frenulum to see him looking towards me. Her eyes drifted there as well, capturing my attention with a wickedly delicious smile before dragging her lips along his unyielding shaft. My breathing became ragged. When she motioned for me to join, I nearly died.
Then she was back at it, spitting saliva on his crown before bobbing up and down with urgent groans, followed by impaling it in her mouth as deep as possible. Watching her was glorious and gut wrenching all at once.
I was stunned by how much she took of him. At least seven fat inches consumed her mouth and throat, yet she flared her lips to ingest more. My thoughts went back to our early years, and how luxuriating her satiny deep-throating felt. I remembered feeling like the king of the world when she would gag on my cock. Now she had one thicker than I’d ever been and longer than I could produce now, and she was going to let me know just how much it mattered to her.
She slowly dragged her widened lips off of him, her lips sucked in tight, before releasing with a loud pop and exuberant delight before spitting on his cock and stroking vigorously. I wondered if I had conditioned this response with the way my hard-on would sag much sooner now than before. Derrick nor his cock showed any signs of letting up.
Gayle rose to squat over him. Her hand looked so small as it wrapped around his base to position the tip at her dripping slit. She paused to look my way with salacious intent, then lowered onto him, never breaking our gaze. I watched her determined expression waver from pleasure to pain as each inch disappeared into the cunt that, until now, had only been mine. After half of his cock disappeared, she made small, swirling movements on him. I could only imagine her vagina molding itself to his girth before beginning to fuck him.
But that’s not what happened. Gayle cast her eyes upon him now, eased back a bit, and sank to his pelvis with a primal cry.
Derrick looked astonished. Gayle looked accomplished. I must have looked totally defeated.
“I bahçeşehir escort told you all the dildo practice would pay off, boys,” she said with pride, then raised until his cockhead was the only part inside her.
“Get back down here!” Derrick told her. “It’s time for your rebel slut to claim a whole new virginity of pleasure on your terms.”
She purred as she slowly slid down on him while rolling her hips. It was a temptress move. She was his exotic belly dancer, taking in all of his glory for her enjoyment.
“I’ve got all the time in the world for you, baby. Give your pussy that fat-dick love. Ride it until you scream, then ride it some more. My mouth is ready to massage your cunt back to life, and my dick’s ready to plunder your riches. We can do this all night and day until you’ve had your fill.”
“Take a good look at Little Dick, Queenie,” he said. She cast her gaze my way while maintaining her gyrations on his cock.
“See how hard and purple his dick is?” he said. “He’s excited, all right, but for you! He wants this for you. Wants you to be fulfilled again and again. He is so overcome by exhilaration that he’ll probably come, just from seeing how lost in lust you are.”
Gayle’s breathing became ragged as her eyes rolled back. She was his fucktoy. He was the first of many lovers, and I wasn’t even a consideration.
It all seemed too crazy, like a demented dream.
It was.
I woke up panting, covered in sweat, with my hand vigorously stroking my cock to the verge of orgasm. My masturbation slowed as I looked over at my queen, sleeping peacefully. There were no signs that my gyrations had awakened her.
I stilled, wanting to come so badly. It would only take a few more strokes to shower myself with jizz, which I’d likely rub into my skin instead of risking waking her by getting out of bed. The desire to lick my fingers clean as well was tempting, as she had done for me that first night of role play.
Instead, I released my cock and stilled, as guilt washed over me.
No rules about what I could or couldn’t do outside of roleplay had been discussed. I could still slide out of bed, pull up some porn, and whack off. Just replaying parts of my dream would be enough. But that is exactly why I didn’t.
Instead, I thought back to the many esenyurt escort years of jacking off to it. We always felt that masturbation was healthy. But doing it to escape intimacy, or in this case, escape guilt, was not the answer. If I had directed all of that desire and passion into her instead of my selfish interests, would I be facing this situation today? And if I was, wouldn’t it have been us doing this together? Us deciding when and who and how, but most importantly, why?
I rolled my sweaty body and now flaccid dick over to her, sliding my arm around her torso. She eased back into me with a purr.
“Baby?” I asked.
“Yes, love,” she answered dreamily.
“I want to love you,” I said.
She slithered back into me, rubbing my cock with her perfect ass.
“That sounds wonderful,” she replied.
I kissed my way down her side and past her hips, then eased her leg over my shoulder. She twisted her body, providing me with full access to her sex. Slow kisses on her labia and vulva, combined with caresses of hips and torso, extracted dreamy moans as she opened her budding flower to me. I knew this beauty. Knew how to lick and move, listen and react, to find where her pleasures lay this night.
Her nectar flowed freely to coat my face. She writhed; I dove in harder. Back and forth we went. I knew I was feeding her frenzy when she did that, and when she grabbed my hair and forced me tight, I knew the only way I would come up for air was to keep pleasing her.
She locked her legs around my head and bucked through a powerful orgasm. I stayed in place and eased contact, basking in the joy of having given her such fulfillment.
I moved atop her, rubbed my hardened cock on her shimmering slit for lubrication, and slid in. Her vaginal muscles welcomed me in as languid stroking soon gave way to possessive thrusts. I raised her legs, intending to place them on my shoulders, but she grabbed her ankles instead and pulled her feet tight to her chest. Prior to the dream, I would have accepted that as it was and continued. Not now.
“I want more than that,” I said to her. “I want to wrap my arms around your thighs, hold you tight, and fuck you until I’ve had my fill.”
“And what if I don’t want that?” she said.
I began giving in, then changed course.
“I want halkalı escort that because of how good it feels to have you tight, milking my cock until I fill you with my cum,” I replied.
“What if we come to an agreement?” she offered. “I’ll let you fuck me like that. If you agree to clean me up after.”
There was no doubt what she meant about cleaning up. “I don’t want that,” I responded.
“Why not? You were okay with it earlier,” she said back to me.
It was a valid question. I didn’t waiver in my resolve.
“That was playtime,” I answered.
“And this?” she asked.
“This is reclaiming my wife from my fantasies,” I answered.
“Mmm,” she purred. “Reclamation sex sounds lovely. Okay, Richard. Show me how much you want me back.”
I held her thighs together against my torso. We used to love this position, where I could watch her face and access her clit and breasts while I used her. She said it felt primal and submissive, making her feel like she was my slut for the taking. So yes, after years replacing our carnality with readily available porn clips, I wanted to take control again.
But adjustments had to be made, beginning with adjusting my angle with pillows under her to get past my baby paunch. I resumed fucking her, gathering up all the energy I could muster. She appeared to be enjoying it, too, but the fire in her eyes wasn’t there. I eventually pulled back and rolled over.
“Baby,” she started, “I love your intent, but you don’t have the body you used to. Let’s not force the past, but look to the future.”
I was too ashamed to take consolation in her words, and instead wanted to find a rock to crawl under. Porn called to me, but I swatted it away. All I had left was to be despondent.
Gayle slid over to climb on top of me and quickly restored my hardness with proficient strokes before aligning my tip to her velvety opening and eased down on me.
I looked at her, seeing a satisfied expression as she began rocking back and forth. There certainly was gratification in her eyes, but her impalement didn’t bring forth the expressions I’d seen in my dream. There were no gasps, no sighs. No eyes rolling to the back of her head as I dreamt when it was Derrick pummeling her with his gorgeous cock.
I instinctively rubbed my hands along her thighs and hips, bringing a smile to her face and increasing her movements.
“Yes, baby,” she said to me. “Show me how much you want me.”
I found a cadence, and together we fucked until I exploded into her. She leaned down for a loving kiss before rolling off me.
Reclamation? Mercy fuck? Only time would tell.
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