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By Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com)

Last winter my wife flew out to spend a week with me on a jobsite. My assignments away from the office seem to be increasingly longer and more frequent, so we were looking forward to quality time together. Unfortunately, as so often happens, problems developed, cutting into our time together. My cheap short-term studio apartment was no fit place for her to spend time alone.
A major winter storm was forecast for the weekend. We were concerned about making her flight, as she had commitments on Monday back home. I was able to cut some corners, pull some strings, and shut the job down Friday, allowing us to drive north, Thursday night, to a hotel near the airport. We arrived in snow flurries and freezing rain, settling in to sit out the blizzard.
Joanie is very reserved sexually, but occasionally, something will turn, like a key in a lock, and release the wanton woman within. It doesn't happen too often. This time it happened in the hotel pool.
The pool was one of those indoor/outdoor affairs, bisected by a glass wall of the building. It was magical, floating in warm water in the moonlight, catching snowflakes on our tongues. I was just messing around, kissing and caressing, but she became a wild woman. She was quick and almost too rough, stroking my cock to erection, tearing aside our swimsuits, and climbing up onto me in a frantic desire for penetration.
She was insatiable. She leaned back to the full extent of her arms, legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms and legs drove her pelvis, pounding into mine, impaling herself full depth on my cock. She was moaning, crying, "Faster! Deeper! Harder!" My hands got a good grip on her hips, my arms supporting her, pulling her forcefully onto me. Her heels were behind my butt, she thrust hard against me. Her strong thighs were nearly crushing me. She wailed in desire, "Fill me! Deeper!" Her cries became quieter, she was nearly exhausted.
I carried her to the steps, quivering around my erection. I turned her, pushed her up a few steps, halfway out of the water. In the darkness, amid swirling snow, I bent her over. Her hands found support on the top step, as I entered her from behind. I slid into her full depth, in this position, absolutely as deep as I could go. I slid back and forth slowly, for as long as I could go slowly, deeply in, then almost all the way out, then fully back. I held a breast in one palm, the fingers of the other hand busy at her clitoris.
When she began to moan and thrust back against me, my strokes became shorter and more forceful. Her moaning, "Deeper, deeper. Deeper!" became less articulate, and more animal. I beat against her, using all the muscles of my back and thighs. When she added a rotating motion of her butt, I lost it, exploding as deep inside as I could penetrate.
She never came down for the rest of our stay. We were nearly alone, in an almost empty hotel, isolated from the world by the storm. We had sex in the hot tub, the shower, the sauna, and the weight room. If I wasn't hard, it was in her mouth, getting hard. Overnight, she was a master of deep throat. She took me full depth, into her throat, easily, without gagging or hesitation. It was fantastic, but I had to wonder, how did she learn? She said that she was just making it up as it happened, but I wasn't convinced. It felt great, but it also made me feel smaller, somehow. When I couldn't promptly produce another erection, my tongue and fingers were in her flowing pussy. By Saturday night I was spent and exhausted.
Sunday morning, I was taking my turn in front of the mirror, while Joanie made phone calls. It was only by accident that I overheard part of her conversation. "We've been snowbound for three days together," she said. "We've had more sex than on our honeymoon! But no orgasms.." She noticed me in the mirror, paused with her hand over the mouthpiece, and with hand gestures shooed me out of the room.
When I had finished and returned, she was ending her call, saying, "I'm sure you can take care of that problem for me when I get home." She laughed at the response, and disconnected. I wouldn't have taken any notice, if she hadn't blushed furiously when she realized I'd heard.
We argued about the ride to the airport. She wanted to check us out, then take my car. I wanted to wait, giving the snowplows every opportunity to clear the roads before putting my Mercedes at risk. I prevailed, and we rode the shuttle bus to the terminal. I didn't know what I had won, until I realized that the hotel bill included a record of phone calls charged.
What can you tell from a voice on the phone? It was articulate, and deep, with a salesman's power of persuasion. The tone was firm, masculine, competent, and yet almost arrogant. Somehow he sounded young, tall and well built. I got his name and a business address. A friend on the police force gave me his license number and home address.
A week later my start-up was scheduled to last yet another two weeks, using all the overtime in the budget. Another contractor had a crane accident, dropping a load onto the transformer and switchgear. We were down for at least a month. Without hesitation, as rapidly as possible, I cleared the site, threw my stuff in the trunk, and was on the road home.
A lot of thoughts pass through the mind during an eight-hour drive. How many combinations could I make of two snippets of conversation, and her pleas during sex? Was she insatiable, or was I incompetent? Had she ever had an orgasm with me, did I ever satisfy her? How had she become so skilled at deep-throat? Who was her teacher? How much bigger than I must he be?
As it turned out, I didn't need the information I had gathered. His car was in my driveway when I rolled up.
I entered the house quietly, following the sound of music toward the sunken living room. I made my way to the loft on the second floor level, and looked down from above. He was sitting on the couch, wearing my silk robe. He was watching her pace about the room, wearing a nightgown over a sexy outfit I had bought her, in a house I had designed and built and was sweating to pay for. Somehow this seemed more of a violation than giving herself to him, giving him what was mine, passing on to him what I had given to her. I watched them for an hour.
"I gave him every opportunity," she said. "I think I still might love him, a little. I gave him a whole week to get his act together, to compete, to give me what I need. I know he gave me all he had, but after you, he just doesn't have enough!"
He rose and crossed the room to her. She tried to evade him, but he caught her by the shoulders, and held her back against him. He kneaded her shoulders and back, I could almost see the tension and anxiety flowing from her. They spoke quietly. I could no longer make out the words, only her high-pitched laughter and his deeper murmuring.
She turned, and stood on tiptoes to kiss him deeply on the mouth. His hands fell, cupping her firm ass cheeks. They looked like they were devouring one another. I could see his large hands caressing her butt, then pulling her tight against his crotch. She responded, rubbing herself side to side against his groin.
I was watching her take on her second personality, my demure, reserved wife becoming the wanton sex-starved seductress I had so rarely seen. He was playing her like a musical instrument, pressing all her buttons, buttons that I only dimly knew existed, and found only by accident, even after long years of marriage.
He stepped back away from her. I could see his bloated cock obscenely tenting the silk robe. Joanie could see it too. My wife studied his covered erection with awe, then massaged it with the palm of one hand. "God I love this," she breathed.
She tore herself away from his cock, dancing away to the center of the room. She slowly removed her gown, letting it slip from her shoulders to the floor, revealing her scarlet satin boustier, thong silk panties, stockings and garters. She turned away from us, bending forward, waving her exquisite rump before our eyes. When she turned back, she had folded under the upper-halfcup covering of her breasts. They were heavy, full, overflowing the half-cups, standing proudly out from her chest, nipples erect and out-thrust.
He stood before her, hands on hips, still, but for the noticeable twitching of his immense prick.
She turned again, and bent over, legs spread, as she worked her panties down over her magnificent ass. She watched him over her shoulder, measuring the effect of her display upon him. One hand descended to her crotch, fingers spreading her labia, exposing the moist pink depths to his eyes. She closed her legs, the panties slipped to the floor. She turned, facing him again, legs spread, fingers stroking her lower lips.
He, ever so slowly, untied the belt of my robe. He slowly removed the silk garment, and tossed it aside. He stood before her silently, staring, motionless except for his dancing cock, pulsing to his heartbeat.
Joanie broke first. She couldn't stand it any more. She stepped forward, then fell to her knees before him. She gazed at the bobbing rod of flesh before her eyes for a long moment. A single pearl of pre-cum formed at the very tip of the massive head. She leaned forward, eyes locked on his, extended her tongue, and licked it off. A wide grin crossed her face when he groaned. She slowly opened her delicate lips, and took in as much of the massive cock as she could easily handle.
She held his cock in two fists, licking and slurping on the portion exposed above her spread fingers. She removed one hand, working her mouth down on him, until her lips met the fingers of the remaining hand. Her eyes never left his face, searching for approval, sparkling when he smiled or groaned his approval. He showed great control, he never moved, never thrust, letting her blow him at her own pace. She removed the second hand, and began to force herself further onto his organ. Strain was evident in her eyes, and in the white lines around her sucking mouth. She gagged, fought the reflex, and somehow took him still deeper. Deeper yet, until he was completely buried in her mouth and throat.
"God, Joanie! You're a miracle. I'm so close baby," he moaned, "Where do you want me?"
She pulled all the way off his huge cock. She smiled up into his face, love and lust shining in her eyes, two hands wrapped around his massive girth, stroking up and down the length of his shaft. "Cum in my mouth, baby, she murmured, "Down my throat, shoot in my belly! Your second hardon is a little slimmer, and easier on my poor pussy," she laughed.
She took him back into her throat. It seemed easier now. Her hands were on his hips, now encouraging him to move. He took her head between his hands, and began to sway from the hips, sliding his prick into her face. He pulled way back, leaving just the tip of his cock in contact with her lips. He laughed when she stuck out her tongue and licked it, he moaned when she worked it with lips and teeth. He began to stroke into her face, pulling all the way out, then sliding in, until the root rested against her lips.
She sensed when he was about to cum, and took back control. She took him in again, all the way into her, holding him deep, her hands on his ass, until his first spurt shot into her belly. She pulled all the way off, opening her mouth, watching him watch her, as the second and third shot leaped from his cock to her open mouth. Then she took the head back between her lips, sucking and licking, two hands milking his shaft until he was spent.
But she didn't stop. She held him in her mouth as he softened, held him until he began to harden again. Then Joanie lay back, onto the carpet, and spread her long athletic legs, lifting her knees until her feet were flat on the floor. She looked up at him, grinning as his cock jumped when she showed him his sperm in her mouth. His cock grew, lengthened, inspired by the wanton beauty spread before him, licking his ejaculate from her lips. She reached between her thighs, pulling open her pussy lips, combing back the thick auburn hair that I had loved so much. His cock twitched and jumped, rising again to full erection.

He knelt between her legs, his cock in his hand, slipping it up and down, over her openings, up to her clitoris. She moaned every time he touched her there, her hips jumping upward, almost by reflex. Eventually he let one of her upthrusts capture his cock, just the head penetrating. I watched, for the very first time, my wife have an orgasm!
Joanie raised herself up onto her elbows, bending her head far forward to study the junction of their bodies. "God," she said, "that feels so damned good! Please go easy! Give me a chance to adjust. You stretch me so fucking good!"
He supported himself on forearms and elbows, and slowly lowered his pelvis, sinking his massive length into her flowing pussy. He stopped, with a few inches still showing, and I thought he had bottomed out. Joanie took a few moments, getting her breathing under control, then her arms tightened around his back. He slid in an inch more. She sucked in a breath, paused, then nodded. Another inch, another, finally his balls lifted, as his belly met hers.
Her arms wrapped around him, tightened, holding him in place, buried full depth in her tiny pussy. "So deep!" she said. "I feel so dammed full, so wonderfully stretched!" She held him still a few moments, adjusting, then made some tentative movements with her hips. Smiling, she moved her hands to his hips, pushing, encouraging him to withdraw.
Slowly he withdrew, then ever so slowly sank back in. Again he rose, then sank, just slightly quicker. He rose, then drove in, harder. "Good, baby," she moaned, "Harder now, and deeper! Her hips rose as his descended. Soon they were moving like a frantic fucking machine, his thrusts matched by hers, balls and bellies meeting with meaty slaps.
He drove into her forcefully, pounding her into the unyielding carpet. Her hips leapt back at him, reaching for something just beyond her grasp. Her eyes were glazed, focussing on something beyond his shoulder. He adjusted his position, riding higher on her body, increasing stimulation to her clitoris. Her eyes opened wide, her hips thrusting upwards toward climax. Her face showed an agony of expectation, then her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body shook and shuddered, spastically jerking against his, an expression of inexpressible bliss washing over her face. He couldn't escape the explosion, he thrust only a few more times before burying himself full depth and erupting within her.
I realized I had just witnessed only the second orgasm I had seen her have during our long marriage.
He rolled them onto their sides. They rested comfortably, arms wrapped about each other, his cock still deep within her. He massaged the muscles of her butt and thighs, still quivering from strain and exertion. Their breathing came back under control.
"Have you told him about us?" he asked.
"No, not yet. I may not."
"Why not? You told me you would. What about divorce?"
"I've been with him for twenty-five years. He loves me. He understands me. He supports me, I can't give him up." She reached down between their bodies, stroking the portion of his cock still exposed, already thickening, growing and hardening yet again. "But I obviously can't give up this monster either!"
He started to withdraw, but she put a hand on his ass to hold him in. "We'll just have to work something out. There's enough of me to share, isn't there?"