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Chapter 2
Leaning back, I looked at the sight before me. My wife leaned back against the desk, her blouse wide open, her fingers slowly teasing her nipple. I could see her pussy, wet, and inviting. To her left, Stan leaned back against the same desk. His thick cock had deflated and lay across his balls. He was looking into her eyes, and brought his hand up to her hip. They kissed slowly, and deeply. As they were busy with each other I could see their separate sex organs, beginning to twitch and naturally starting to move closer to each other. Sheila's pussy seemed to be rhythmically pulsing, opening and closing in an effort to draw a penis into her depths. Stan's cock had actually started to lengthen. I couldn't believe it because he had cum twice today. Twice in the past hour. I watched in amazement as he grew longer, thicker, and a large, clear drop formed at the tip of his huge masculine penis. Their kiss lingered and Sheila made a "come here" motion with her finger. Motioning me to come to her. I eyed Stan's mighty shaft as I moved to her. She pressed my head against her crotch and I tasted her. She tasted like sex, salty, warm, and somehow 'organic'. I couldn't get enough, and she was so wet I knew my cock would slip into her easily.
Sheila pushed my head toward Stan. They were still kissing, and Stan's cock hadn't started to stand, but it was noticeably longer than when I had released it from my mouth. I licked the tip, enjoying the salty drop. So warm, and sweet. I lifted his shaft and took the head in my mouth. Sucking hard I felt the surge of his manhood as he pushed into my throat, his cock engorging. Stan's hands closed on my head and he pulled me onto him.
"Oooooh, yes. That's so good. Your husband has a talent for this."
"Yes, he seems to." Sheila giggled. "I'm not sure he'll let you get away"
Stan thrust into my mouth a few more times, his cock bursting with male power. The veins prominent on the shaft, his big head hard, and raging with lust. I slipped down and licked his balls; amazingly they were loose again, hanging low, and apparently re-charged with sperm. Pulling away, he held his cock in one hand, brining it to my mouth. Teasing me he let the head slip between my lips. I sucked hard, and although I saw the pleasure in his eyes, he pulled away.
"I'm ready for you again Sheila. Lie back on the desk. I need to be inside you." Stan directed her to act, and she did. Without breaking his gaze, she lay back on the desk. Her knees pulled up, and spread. The cheeks of her luscious ass on the edge of the desk, leaving her beautiful vagina exposed, and glistening with her excitement. Stan turned to her moving in as if to penetrate her. Then stopped. "Jack, suck me again. Then place me at the entrance to your wife. The entrance to her womb, where I've been for the past months, taking her as I please. Putting my sperm where yours could never go."
I leaned in and took him deep in my throat. Stopping to savor the feeling, I could tell how right this was. I was kneeling before the alpha male, taking his engorged sex organ in my mouth, preparing him to penetrate, in fact impregnate my wife. if he hadn't already done so. Stan held my head still as he flexed his cock. Withdrawing slowly, he shuddered with ecstasy as his cock leaked more pre-ejaculatory fluid.
"No, that's not for you." Stan admonished as I tried to lick it from him. "That will be inside your wife. I'm going to take her, Jack, take her in the way you should be able to but can't. My cock will travel up inside her, deep inside. To a place where you've never been. I'll leave my cum in her, seeding her, breeding her. Just as she begged me to do so many times. Now feed me into her." My head spun with desire. I saw her pussy, needing him to slide into her. His cock, hard, throbbing, veins bursting under the skin. The big head, dark and ready to perform its task. I moved him into position and placed the head of his penis at her opening. I looked into her eyes, down to her large breasts, swollen with pregnancy, her nipples dark and long, down past her expanding belly, past her beautiful, full hips, and saw him move slightly forward. His head slipped in and she sighed. Sheila arched her hips, and pulled him into her. This wasn't just seeing her make love to another man, I was allowing it to happen, in fact I had helped, placing him at her opening.
"OH Yes!! YES!! Please now, I need you in me now!!" Sheila nearly screamed.
"Jack, before I bury myself inside your wife, I need to hear you ask me to do it. Beg me." Stan had stopped, pulling himself out until only the tip remained in contact with Sheila.
"Yes, please do it." I stammered. " Please, she needs it. Look at her; she needs your cock, your bigger cock. She needs to be fucked by a real man." The look of love in Sheila's eyes was amazing as she closed them and concentrated on what was about to happen. "I can't make her feel like that. Please Stan, make love to my wife." I felt strangely resigned to this. Allowing her to experience this, and at the same time allowing myself to admit I wasn't in control. An Alpha Male had taken over and showed me my place. Stan thrust into her slowly. Inch after inch disappeared into my wife as she clasped the side of the desk, her knuckles turning white.