Delivery from Jimmy

The pressure on the small of my back grew as he guided me toward his little office. His hand felt like molten lava on my back. I was tired and didn’t have the energy to fight, so I just went with him. Once the door closed to his office, he guided my hand to his crotch, he was already hard, and I could feel him pulsing. Running my hand down the length of him, he had to be a whole foot long. My eyes went wide, and I looked up at him, only to see his lopsided grin looking back down at.

The grin quickly turned to a leer, and he spun me quickly spun me around. With the speed of someone who has clearly done this before he undid both his and my pants. I felt him tug my pants down and let them drop so they were pooled at my ankles, and just as I registered that, I felt his cock head make contact with my still tender hole.

Without consideration he rammed his cock deep into me, clasping a hand over my mouth to keep my screaming down. That cock had to be huge, because I’ve just been fucked and it’s stretching me to the limits.

Ever the whore, I quickly become accustomed to the size of the battering ram in me, and I start push back and meeting his thrusts. After he realizes that the only sounds coming from me is a string a nasty talk and begging him for more, his hand that had been over my mouth begins travelling up and down my back. His thrusts are smooth but urgent. He’s not fucking me to make love, or to win me over, he’s fucking me to cum and the cum already in my hole is helping him get there fast.

I feel him lean forward, and feel his breath on my neck, he whispers “Milk my cock, fucking whore.” I try to work his cock the best my overstretched hole can. It doesn’t take much longer before his smooth, urgent thrusts start to become urgent slamming. The sound of our skin connecting fills the whole office. I’m sure anyone walking by knows what’s happening, and I don’t care.

I let out a loud moan, and start riding back on him. His moans become labored and his breath is catching in his throat. For the first time I glance back over my shoulder and see he’s pulled his tight black t-shirt back over his head, but not totally removed it. His rich, dark skin is glistening with sweat. As I watch him descend into the throws of his orgasm, his eyes open and I stare into their caramel depths. Connecting with him. He leans forward, grinding deep into me with every thrust, and strains to reach my lips. Our labored breathing mixes with the sound of slapping skin.

We connect and his tongue seeks out mine. We battle for dominance. He pulls back and bites my ear lobe, sending shivers down my spine. Still pressing his hot, sweaty body into mine, he reaches around and holds me while his body convulses. He wasn’t loud, there was no grunting or screaming, just a contented sigh as my body filled with the warmth of his seed.

As his battering ram of a cock slowly softened inside me, he became a bit tender. Nuzzling my neck and planting soft kisses along it. Then there was a pounding at the door, and it swung open and I see the other bounder standing there with some young lady who had a “Bride to Be” sash on.

“It’s my turn Damond!” He said. The guy behind me said, “Just give us a second, Joe.” I figured the door would close, we’d get dressed and then let them in. I was wrong, Joe and the bride came into the small office anyway. It was seconds before she was riding his cock like it was her job. He winked at me over her shoulder while she bounced in his lap.

Damond and I walked out of the office and he awkwardly thanked me, saying, “Thanks man, I normally don’t hook up with guys here, but you looked so hot down there.” I told him I usually didn’t either, because I was married, but we’d recently discovered opening our marriage was good for us. He chuckled and said, “I wish my wife felt that.” And with a wink he turned and walked away.

I made my way out to my car, once again shocked at my complete lack of self-control with men lately. Cum was literally pouring from my ass, so I went to the trunk and grabbed the rain coat I keep there to sit on for my drive home.

As I’m pulling into the driveway, I notice that my husband’s car isn’t there. I pull out my phone and text him, “Hey bub, just getting home, went out for a bit…. Still with Mack?” I got an almost immediate response, “Mikey, it’s Mack, he got a bit crazy tonight and crashed at my place.”

Figuring that was that, I went into the house and straight to throw my clothes in the wash, no need to have them stinky like man sweat and cum. I then made my way to our bedroom and was going to take a shower, but my phone started going off with notifications. Walking back into the bedroom I grab my phone and notice these are from Mack’s phone number. There are 5 pictures, some of them are selfies of the two of them, the last one though, is clearly taken over the top of a bathroom stall. It’s showing my husband’s upturned face with his eyes closed, and some muscle bear fucking him.

My response to Mack simply was, “Fucking hot.”

Our totally vanilla relationship had taken a turn for the seedy and nasty, and I loved it. I thought back to that picture while the hot water cascaded down my body in the shower. I was too spent to jerk off to the image in my mind, but I wasn’t upset by it at all.

After several minutes in the shower, and once clean, I turned it off and headed to bed after drying myself. Given the late hour and what I had done today, I dropped quickly into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as I began to wake up, I thought about what I’d done, and it made me feel so excited. I grabbed my phone and texted Mack, he said that my husband was still sound asleep. I asked him to remind my husband that he was supposed to meet his parents for something, I couldn’t remember why they were meeting just that they were. He said he’d remind him.

I knew that my husband usually kept a change of clothes or two at Mack’s because of how frequently they’d go out after a workout, or if he needed to go to a business dinner after the gym. That also meant, I’d probably be home alone most of the day. Whenever his parents wanted him to meet them for something it usually was an all-day thing.

I switched the clothes from the washer to the dryer, and then stripped the bed to wash the sheets. Gathering up the rest of the laundry, I grabbed the hamper our of my husband’s closet too. I’m a bit OCD about sorting laundry, because I bleach my whites. As I was sorting things, a slip of paper fell out of a pair of my pants and I grabbed it and set it aside while I loaded up the washer. Once it was going, I checked the paper to see if it was something that I needed to keep. As I unfolded it all it said was “Jimmy” and his phone number. My hole twitched as I read it.

I grabbed my phone, shaking a little because of what I was doing, and I punched his number into a new text message. I immediately started typing, “Hey, it’s Mikey, are you off today?”

Almost immediately I got a response, “Yeah man, I didn’t think you’d kept my number?!”

“Honestly, things have been crazy, and I forgot about it, until now.”

I realized he was trying to play it cool when he responded, “That’s cool, what’s up today?”

“My husband is gone all day….”

I had been planning to send a follow up message and was half way through typing when his message popped up, “I’m on my way.”

I realized that I’d just stripped the sheets off the bed, and if what I figured was going to happen, happened, there was no point in making it again. So, I grabbed an old blanket form the linen closet and threw it over the bed. Realizing that the door was locked, I also ran up to it and unlocked the door.

As I got back into, he bedroom I stripped off the shorts I was wearing and grabbed the lube. I knew, since what happened last night, I was going to be tender and I wanted to lessen the pain I might experience taking another cock. As I was applying the lube, my phone pinged.

“Be on all fours waiting for me.”

I grabbed an old towel from the closet and climbed on the bed, in his requested position when I heard the front door open. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it. I didn’t want to peak. My senses were overloaded as I waited.

My body exploded in goosebumps as I felt his finger slide down my ass. Again, when he swirled it around my puckered hole. Then I feel his clothed crotch against my ass, “This pussy has been fucked hard, hasn’t it slut?”

I nodded and said without looking, “Yes sir, it has.”

As I finished, I heard him taking his clothes off and waited for the next touch. It was when I felt his tongue touch my puffy, abused hole that I let out a strained moan. Then again as he dug his tongue into my ass. I was writhing on bed as he feasted and sucked on my hole. Just as quickly as he started though, his tongue was gone. It was quickly replaced by the obviously excited cock.

I could feel his precum pooling as he pressed his cock into my ass. I started to slide my ass up and down over his cock. His precum lubing it even more. He was sighing with each motion, pressing harder against me. Finally, as I’m coming back down, and he’s pressing forward, his cock catches on my hole. It happens again. The precum is gathering all around my abused hole. The third time, his head sinks into me.

The sound that came out of me was so guttural it almost scared me. He pulled back and then sank all the way into me, letting his hands travel up my back, and caress me. It was only a handful of thrusts before I pulled off him and spun around, making out with him. He’s sexy, muscular body, his big star tattoo, the perfectly combed hair it was all so hot.

I pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. Reaching back and grabbing his cock, lining up with my hole and plunging down on it. He grabbed my hips and started fucking up into me, while I gripped his developed pecs and occasionally tweaked his nipples.

“Fuck you feel so good in me Jimmy. You like fucking my married ass?” I asked him.

He only moaned and started fucking me harder. He was going deep, and grinding into me, hard. I was a hot mess, moaning like a whore. Making sure he knew how much I loved it.

Without missing a beat, he, pulls me down onto him, rolls us over, and has my legs on his shoulders. That perfectly coifed hair now splayed across his face as he stares into my eyes and begins pounding my ass. I’m a blubbering mess, letting a stream of “Fuck yes,” “Harder’s” and “Don’t Stop.”

I reached behind him and grabbed that tight, ass of his and held him close. As I grabbed his ass, my cock erupted in rope after rope of cum, spraying both of us like a well powered squirt gun. It had to have been 7 or 8 shots before it stopped. I was shocked that that much came out of me.

Laying down on me, Jimmy started slowing his efforts, and said, “Where do you want it baby?” I grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter, and without a word he knew I wanted him to cum in me.

He started back up, not quick the jackhammer of before, but this time it was steady, deep thrusts. He was making love to me. His face inches from mine, not breaking eye contact. He didn’t even flinch as he started to grunt, louder, and louder until it was a roar.

I felt my ass flooding with his load. I have no idea how many shots he gave me, but I was well full. He collapsed on me and started chuckling. “I’ve never cum like that with anyone Mikey, you’re something special!”

His cock was softening and slipped from my ass. I offered him a shower, but he said he wanted to keep my smell on him longer, got dressed and headed out. I was in a daze after he left. I felt pretty well sated.

I grabbed my phone as I walked to the front of the house to lock the door. Looking at it there were several messages, one from my husband saying he loved me. One was from Jimmy saying he enjoyed our “meeting.” The last one was from Mack. It was a picture of two guys fucking. As I looked at the picture more closely, it was Jimmy fucking me. I was on all four facing away from the door, but there was no mistaking Jimmy’s star tattoo.

The message said, “Seconds?”

I responded with, “Where are you Mack?” and I heard a ping. I started walking toward the back of the house and noticed that the spare bedroom door was closed when it hadn’t been before. So, I open it and there was Mack, laying on the bed naked, with a huge smile on his face.

“Jimmy was fucking hot Mikey, I can’t believe you didn’t hear me come in or see me watching you?”

I climbed up on the bed, Mack wrapped his arm around my shoulder as I laid my head on his chest, and said, “Lets rest up Mikey, but then that ass is mine.”

I kissed him and said, “Deal”

I fell asleep quickly, and comfortably in Mack’s arms. My dreams included many of the scenes that have happened over the past few weeks, and I wasn’t ashamed of any of them. I was happy, embracing my new side, my slutty side.