Page 20 of His Wife

He drove himself into her in one stroke, and she bucked wildly. He paused to let her pussy adjust to his girth and he could feel the first quaking of her next explosion. As Matthew slid his own cock into her waiting mouth, Mac started pounding her pussy.

Megan dug her nails into Matthew’s ass as she licked and sucked his familiar cock. Her moans and groans were driving him crazy with vibrations and she could feel her impending climax from Mac’s thick cock.

Matthew was close, and pulled out at the last second, letting her experienced fingers stroke him the last few times until he grunted and jetted over her bouncing tits. He collapsed onto the second bench and lay down to catch his breath.

Mac could feel her tight little pussy squeezing him as she came, pulling the cum from his heavy balls. With one last stroke, he tipped over the edge and whipped it out just in time to add his load to the one that was already painted on her chest. He fell forward awkwardly to rest on top of her. She entwined her legs around him and sighed contentedly under the weight of the large man.

Chapter 8

Eventually everyone got cleaned up and dressed, and they headed back to their separate rooms one by one. Megan fell onto the bed, her long blonde hair flowing crazily over the sheets. She was dead-to-the-world in no time. The next thing she knew she heard an insistent knocking on her door.

Megan looked down at the mess she was in and shrugged. She padded over to the door barefoot, and could see Mac’s rugged face through the peephole. She took a deep breath as she slipped into her robe, tying it carefully at the waist. When she opened the door, she was startled to see Matthew standing beside him.

“We’ve been talking,” Matthew began.

She nodded and stepped aside to let the pair in.

“Yes? And?”

She rubbed her eyes and flipped her hair behind her back.

“Holy hell,” Matthew interrupted himself.

“What?”

“Where did all that come from?” he gestured to her flowing mane.

She laughed. “My head.”

The two men sat next to each other on the couch while she curled her legs under herself on one of the chairs.

“Yeah, we’ve been talking,” Mac dragged the conversation back to the main point.

“I see,” Megan replied nervously, “and what all did you discuss?”

“You,” they answered simultaneously.

She raised an eyebrow at the pair.

“We think you need both of us,” Matthew blurted out.

“What? Need? I don’t need anything or anyone.”

“We disagree,” Mac chimed in.

“You need us, both of us.”

“How do you figure?” Megan’s arms were now crossed over her chest defensively.

“We both offer you something. Stability. Passion. Caring. Excitement. All of it.”

She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and waited.

“Do you think you would be able to pick? Stability and caring over passion and excitement? Or vice versa?” Mac questioned.

Megan shrugged, “I still don’t see need in there.”

“You need all of that. You are not a robot. You went nuts with us down there; you’re missing something. Look, I don’t know if I can give you that raw animal thing; that’s not me,” Matthew was being honest.

---