My Wife's New Boyfriend – Part 2

Continued from the earlier story
The dive bar night was on a Friday. The next seven days were pure slow-burn torture in the hottest way. Nick texted Ashley the morning after: polite check-in, then compliments about how she looked that night. She replied with a morning robe selfie, open just enough to tease. He called her that evening, slipping in how much he'd been thinking about her curves. They texted and talked every day after that, good mornings, good nights, random flirty messages, him telling her he couldn't stop picturing her when she bent over the pool table. She showed me every one, eyes bright, voice excited. One night on the phone, he mentioned casually that he's very large, 9.5 inches, and sometimes women have trouble taking it all at first, but he always goes slow at first. She told me later, biting her lip: "I told him I want to try." Hearing her say that had me throbbing.

By the following Friday, one full week after the bar, she couldn't wait anymore. She told me over coffee: "I'm going to his place tonight. I need him inside me." I kissed her hard, told her to enjoy every second, and to come home and let me taste him on her.

She got ready carefully. Deep red wrap dress, thin fabric, low neckline, tied at the side, no bra, no panties. It hugged her hips and ass, framed her full tits perfectly. Hair down, glasses on, jewelry catching the light. She kissed me deep before leaving: "I'll tell you everything when I get back."

From her perspective as she told me after:

I pulled up to his house around 8:30. Nick opened the door in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans, tattoos showing on his arms. He smiled that warm smile, pulled me inside, and kissed me slow and deep right there in the entryway. His hands stayed on my waist at first, respectful, just holding me close while our tongues met. He told me how he'd been hard all day thinking about tonight.

We didn't rush. He led me to the living room couch, sat me down, got us each a cold beer. We talked for a while, about the week, the move, light stuff. His arm stretched along the back of the couch, fingers brushing my shoulder.. He told me how beautiful I looked, how the red dress made him want to unwrap me like a gift. His hand eventually slid to my thigh, stroking slow circles higher and higher. My pussy was already wet from the anticipation.

After maybe twenty minutes of kissing and touching, his lips on my neck, my collarbone, hands gently cupping my tits over the dress, he stood, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. The room was dim, lamp on low, king bed made up with dark sheets, soft music playing.

He untied the dress carefully, let it fall. I stood naked in front of him. He looked at me like I was everything, told me how perfect my body was. He stripped slowly, shirt first, showing those inked muscles, then jeans. His cock sprang free, thick, long, veined, easily 9.5 inches, head already leaking. I felt a flutter of nerves mixed with heat. He saw my eyes widen, smiled gently, and told me we'd go as slow as I needed.

I dropped to my knees, wrapped my hands around him. I stroked him, then took the head in my mouth, sucking slow, tongue swirling. He groaned softly, fingers in my hair, telling me how good my mouth felt. I tried to take more, gagging a little at the size, but loving the challenge.

He lifted me onto the bed, laid me back, spread my legs. His mouth went straight to my pussy, tongue flat on my clit, licking firm and steady, then sucking, two fingers sliding inside and curling. I came hard within minutes, thighs shaking, moaning his name.

He kissed up my body, positioned himself between my legs. He rubbed the thick head along my slit, teasing my entrance, telling me to breathe and relax. Then he pushed in, slow, so slow, inch by inch. The stretch was intense; I gasped, nails in his shoulders. He paused often, kissed me, told me how tight I felt, how good I was taking him. When he was fully inside, buried to the hilt, he groaned and held still, letting me adjust. Then he started moving, deep, steady thrusts that filled me completely.

I wrapped my legs around him. He fucked me harder, my titsbouncing with each stroke. He leaned down, sucked a nipple while thrusting. I came again, clenching around his huge cock, crying out.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, entered me from behind. The angle was deeper, hitting everything perfectly. His hand came down on my ass, firm slaps that stung just right, making me moan louder. He told me how much he loved my big ass, how it jiggled when he slapped it. I pushed back into him, loving the sting, loving how full he made me feel.

He reached around, rubbed my clit fast. I came a third time, pussy pulsing, soaking his cock and thighs.

Finally, back to missionary. He thrust deep and fast, sweat on his chest, eyes locked on mine. He told me he was close, that he wanted to fill me. I locked my legs tight around him and whispered for him to come inside me. He buried himself balls-deep, cock throbbing, pumping thick hot ropes of cum deep in my pussy, groaning loud as he emptied everything.

We collapsed, breathing hard. He held me after, kissed my forehead, told me how incredible I was. I stayed another half hour, his cum slowly leaking out, before dressing and driving home, pussy sore, stretched, dripping.

Back to my perspective:

Ashley got home around 1:30 a.m., dress wrinkled, hair wild, skin flushed. She stripped naked and climbed into bed. I could smell sex on her, his scent mixed with hers. She guided my head between her thighs and told me to taste her. I ate her out eagerly, tongue diving into her cum-filled pussy, licking and sucking his thick load from her. Salty, warm, mixed with her juices. She moaned, fingers in my hair, telling me how good it felt.

When she was clean, mostly, I flipped her over, slid into her used pussy from behind. She was still slick with him, stretched from his size. I fucked her hard, slapping her big ass just like Nick had, feeling her push back. She came again on my cock before I added my load deep inside her.



A pic of her so you know what he is getting.

Fuck she’s sexy. Great story and woman. Both guys are lucky as f!

Will he become a regular lover for her?

If so, you will enjoy many cream pies as he fills her with his seed.

OMG he's getting a gorgeous, sexy woman - all the right curves in all the right places. I love her wide hips and big tits. What size bra does she wear - 36CC is my guess. You say he's her new BF? How recent, and has she gone back to see him again? Is he gonna be a regular lover? What else did she tell you about how it felt when he was f......g her with that big dick?

Great story. Very well written. And, she is HOT! I am sure Nick enjoyed every minute. Will she be seeing him again?

How about showing more of her?

They are currently still dating. This is just the story that leads up to it.

Can't say that I blame him. Very sexy lady!

Does she date others or only him?

Fantastic story! I can't wait to hear how this unfolds.
And wow, she is so sexy! Hope Nick sends pics and vids...

Hot story, very sexy lady!

I hope she continues to enjoy his large cock.

My wife had a regular, very well hung FWB. He really loved fucking my wife, she could take all of his cock.

Fun was had by all.

She's hot lets see more pics and more tales.

Hot you do clean up and reclaim her after hearing about their sex! I'm sure you cam fast too!

Very Lucky Hubby ! My Hot Redhead has a few regular Lovers and she knows I Love that Well Fucked Pussy ! One of her Lovers has a Huge cock and I Love when she spreads those legs to show me Her Pussy still Gaping from being Fucked by Him !

Great story and damn she is gorgeous I wish I had a hot wife friend in Orlando that was as sexy as her to go balls deep in and fill up with my cum.

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