Claudio was kissing me frantically and I returned them with singleminded ardor. I wanted him so badly. Dressed in my favorite flowered sundress, it was no problem for him to lift it over my head. I unsnapped my bra as he pulled down my panties.
When I went to kick off my sandals, he said, "No. Leave them on. You look so sexy wearing only that."
Melting into his arms again, I pressed my breasts against his T-shirt, rubbing my hardened nipples across the fabric and sending sparks down to my throbbing pussy. Without hardly breaking our kiss, the Tee was removed and I felt the warmth of his skin now on my flesh.
I dropped my hand to his jeans and squeezed his hard cock through the fabric.
"Take it out," he groaned. "Please!"
Stepping back, I did just that, kneeling on the floor. Peeling his jeans and briefs down his legs at the same time, I soon had him naked. His cock was just as I remembered it: long, fat and very hard as it pointed upward, that marvelous curve at the end. Standing up again, I wrapped both hands around it as we resumed making out.
I was on fire. I wanted Claudio so badly it hurt. I came almost immediately when his hand snaked down to my pussy, lightly brushing my swollen clit. My orgasm was intense as I writhed against him, but it was too short to give me much relief.
Our sofa was nearby, so I pulled away from him and lay down on it, throwing one leg over the back and resting the other on the floor, my legs splayed obscenely wide. My pussy was a river, juices flowing onto the fabric of the couch. I didn't care.
Claudio looked down at me with lust burning in his eyes. Between his legs, his hard cock bobbed with each beat of his heart, its huge purple head showing how much he wanted me.
Using both hands, I spread the lips of my pussy. "Please, Claudio, fill me. I want you so much!"
He knelt between my legs and brushed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, moistening it. Resting his hands on the armrest behind me, I felt his cock settle near my opening. With my right hand, I lined him up, then with both hands on his waist, I pulled him towards me.
No problems this time. My cunt, remembering his girth, easily opened to welcome him. It only took a few push/pulls to have him fully inside me, stuffing me to the eyeballs. We rested then, kissing some more, our tongues dancing together, letting the erotic heat increase before our fucking began.
"I've wanted you so much, Jilly. All I've been able to think about all these months is having my cock inside you like this, feeling your pussy gripping me. You have the sweetest pussy imaginable and you are so beautiful with a cock inside you. God! I've missed fucking you."
"And I've missed it, too. You feel so good inside me like this."
"But doesn't it feel better when I do this?" he asked as he withdrew almost to the end, then rammed it forward.
My exposed clit vibrated when his pelvis crashed into it. I couldn't contain my loud moan.
"Take me. Take me! TAKE ME!" I screamed.
Claudio did just that. It was almost violent as his cock plunged in and out of my helpless cunt. I came over and over and over again before he rammed it in one last time and I could feel it swell and pulse inside me.
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I woke up covered in sweat, the covers thrown off me, and one hand between my legs. My pussy was a river. Fortunately Davy hadn't been woken up by my oh-so-realistic dream, not the first that I'd had since returning home the previous summer.
The past six months had been a blur for me as I tried to get my life back on an even keel. I was continuing to take lessons, but with a new teacher and that involved hours of practicing. Gigs were thin on the ground, but recently I'd begun getting hired a bit more frequently. I also had taken on a few high school students. My husband was out of town a fair bit, playing with his band and others, but not on extended tours, thank the lord.
My return home from the summer program had been fraught with difficulty. After a really horrendous delay to my flight, I'd arrived home late on a Sunday night finding Davy waiting at the airport gate with flowers. It was everything I could do to not break down in front of him. Even nine hours alone waiting for planes had left me inadequately prepared to face him.
I'd decided to not tell him what I'd done, just lock what had happened with Claudio in a dark recess of my mind and throw away the key. I had been so stupid and selfish. Somehow I'd have to overcome the shame that consumed me now that I was away from the program and Claudio. I came home determined to be the best wife I could from here on out.
Whatever Davy wanted in the bedroom I would try. I'd shot him down on so many things during in our sexual relationship, all of which had more to do with my hangups than anything he wanted to do. I saw clearly now that I hadn't been fair.
That first night, since my period hadn't arrived, I lied and said it had, and vowed it would be my last ever lie to him. Fortunately, he didn't ask anything more (even playfully) whether I'd been a good girl during my two months in that program, because I don't know how I would have addressed that.
But that first night, I'd given Dave the handjob of his life. We had some of that sex lubricant, so I tied him to the bed (which I knew he'd like), blindfolded him and tortured him for nearly an hour before I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tickled the underside of it with my tongue as I used both hands to slide over his cock and balls, tugging hard just the way he liked. He would have levitated off the bed when I finally let him cum, if I hadn't tied him so tightly. We fell asleep in each other's arms and it was everything I could do to keep from crying.
After a month, my treachery wasn't on my mind fifty times a day. Davy was delighted by my new-found enthusiasm for everything his wicked mind came up with. I knew he liked it when I was more aggressive, so aggressive I became. We had sex nearly every day he was home, often several times. I let him take my ass one especially horny night after we'd smoked some weed, and surprisingly, I found I enjoyed it. I couldn't help but think of Claudio the first time Davy's cock was fully inside me. This was something that my summer lover would never feel, and that brought a smile to my face. My husband deserved something that was only his, even if that didn't include my pussy or mouth any longer.
The night it happened, Davy had me worked into quite a lather with his teasing tongue and very naughty fingers, keeping me at the edge for over an hour. I was desperate for some kind of relief. Clearly he was turned on to the max, as well, because his cock was sticking straight out and quite flushed. He really got off on making me squirm.
I remember whimpering, "Please, Davy, put your beautiful cock inside my pussy. Shove it in! Shove it into me right now! I want to get fucked."
(I'd begun using more spicy language in the bedroom since my return. I'd known it turned him on, but until that point I'd had a problem with it. I worked it in slowly, but within a month we were saying some absolutely insane things to each other.)
"Show me how much you want it. Show me what a horny little bitch you are!"
I flipped over onto my stomach and stuck my ass in the air as if I was a she-cat in heat. My legs were spread, and having just shaved myself that morning, I knew Davy could see my juices dripping out of me. Our bedroom was heavy with the fragrance of my lust.
I looked back over my shoulder. "Please, Davy, fuck your wife's horny cunt. She needs it." I wiggled my ass seductively.
He reached over to pull something from under the bed.
"Close your eyes!" he ordered.
I did just that and felt him slip our velcro straps around each wrist, fastening the other end to the bedposts. The same was done to my ankles. That left me face down on the bed, my arms forward and stretched to the sides, my legs were also stretched open, but not uncomfortably. I was pleasantly trapped on my knees, and would be unable to get out on my own. My butt was in the air and exposed. Davy could do what he wanted to me -- and I could do nothing to stop him. My heart was pounding.
Something a bit cold, but soft was run between my pussy lips. Mmmmm... Our vibrator. I was going to be teased some more. But something felt a bit different. I couldn't lift my chest to allow me to look behind.
"Do you like that?" my naughty boy whispered in my ear.
"Yes. But what I really want is your prick inside me."
"Oh, you'll get it inside you in due course."
Using the length of the vibrator rather than the tip, he ran it through my lips and sometimes over my clit. In no time, I was panting and moaning again. Then I felt his fingers, sliding inside me, rubbing my G spot, taking my arousal even higher.
It was at that point that I felt the tip of the vibrator at my opening. It was slick with my juices now. Davy pushed it at me, but it wouldn't slide right in the way it normally did. I suddenly realized that it wasn't our usual vibrator. It was something much bigger.
"What's going on?"
"Relax, Jill, I have a little treat for you."
In the past, he'd asked a couple of times if I'd like a larger dildo. I'd always told him no, it would be uncomfortable. I now knew differently, of course, but couldn't tell him that. I was definitely interested in having him slide this one into me, but I had to maintain a bit of a charade.
"It feels so big. Please don't hurt me, Davy."
He kissed my left butt cheek. "I would never do that. Just relax and let's play with this."
