Lee took longer this time, bringing her to the brink then slowing down, pulling back until she was uttering little protesting mews, waving her ass around searching for his penetration. I saw him smile and wanted to smash his face in. Instead, I clutched my cock harder, and watched. I heard Brandi plead softly, "please," moving her beautiful ass back to capture his cock. Smiling coldly, Lee slammed into her brutally, battering her pussy with his horse-like cock. The slapping against her ass sounded almost deafening, extremely painful. Brandi turned her face on the pillow and I could now see her clearly. She looked in bliss. Then her face twisted painfully, and she cried out, "Yes! Yes . . .yes . . . yessss." Lee’s ass clinched as he buried a foot of meat to the base, held it there trembling, emptying those hairy balls into my wife’s waiting cunt. My wife!
I came harder than I can ever remember. When I could breathe again I watched Lee unhook from her, and fall onto his side. She turned to face him, staring into his face for a moment, then reached up and licked his lips. That look of tenderness, told it all. I staggered back to our room totally exhausted, my cock aching from its abuse. I didn’t know if they would do anything else, or if they even could, but I fell onto bed, out immediately.
I was unaware if Brandi came to bed, but she wasn’t there the next morning and her pillow didn’t look mussed. The first thing I did was go on a crying jag – the tears just kept coming for a long time. I loved my wife more than anything, and I was sure I had now lost her. She’d been a virgin when we married, and I was sure mine was the only cock she’d ever had. When she’d touched Lee’s gigantic cock that first night on our family room sofa, I can only imagine the rockets going off inside her pretty head. Practically a virgin and likely unaware something like that even existed, she’d have probably been curious at best and eventually overcome with desire for it. A chance to try a cock that big, for a woman who’d done hang-gliding, surfing and deep sea fishing, had been like waving a red-flag in front of her. Yeah, she’d have done it for sure, and once experiencing it had instantly been addicted.
I wondered how she’d explain why she hadn’t come to bed last night, if she’d even try. In my mind, I saw how her pussy had clasped Lee’s driving cock inside her, quivering on it with pleasure as she came. Tears stung my eyes again, even as I felt my boner grower. You sick bastard, I thought in disgust, but was simply unable to stop it. I entered the kitchen, and saw her Gucci suitcase by the front door. Lee was no where to be seen.
"I’m leaving," she said simply.
"With Lee?"
She looked surprised. "You know?"
I swallowed hard. "I love you, Brandi. I do. More than life. Don’t go."
She walked to the front door and picked up the bag. "I love you, too." With that, she walked out of my life.
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