The Awakening Part III - Sex Stories

The Awakening Part III

... complete stranger who they were going to discuss his wife fucking. Tom couldn’t concentrate at that point, as he tried to deal with the overpowering emotions clashing in his head and heart. Jealousy, rage, hurt and inadequacy all surged through his body. And they all seemed to converge in his throbbing, pulsing cock. What the fuck was he doing? He thought to himself. Chapter 2 As they left the car park of the restaurant Tom was still in a state of confused lust and jealousy. He glimpsed movement in the dark of the rear of the car and could hear sounds, but no words coming from either his wife or Marcus. He tried to glance around and in the fleeting moment his eyes were off the road he could see very little. In the back, Mandy was at that precise moment opening her mouth to allow Marcus’s long, hot tongue entry. Following his gentle stroking of her arm and after telling her in a whisper, how gorgeous and sexy she looked, he had leaned in towards her exposed neck. As he breathed in her expensive and seductive perfume he had slowly run his lips and tongue over Mandy’s soft, creamy flesh. She had responded by inhaling long, deep breaths as she felt her pussy flood with the sensation of this hot man kissing her neck. She was already past the point of worrying what Tom might say or do, and allowed her throat to be caressed by Marcus’s wet tongue. She shifted in her seat as her pussy further moistened and she felt his thick lips on hers. His mouth enveloped hers and his tongue ...

... traced patterns over her lipstick covered lips. Marcus felt the white wife’s mouth gently open and he slid his tongue inside her. Hesitantly at first, her tongue began to dance with his and then her hunger intensified and they tongued and licked each other's mouth with a passion neither had experienced before. Tom could hear the deep, sensual moans emanating from his wife. His heart beat like a drum and he could feel his blood pulse heavily in his head and chest. His erection was painful. He had never been as turned on as at that moment. The irony of being so turned on at the same time as his wife but, not being the man who was eliciting the moans from her, was not lost on him. In fact, it heightened his feelings of inadequacy, anger and loin-churning urges. Tom didn’t realise it but he was experiencing the quintessential emotions of Cuckold angst. That burning, painful, confusion of emotions expressed as a conflict of personal desire; confused principles of what are acceptable behaviours; and the overpowering sensation of lust. With his wife in back seat of their car, a black stranger’s tongue in her mouth and her fingers stroking the impossibly large bulge lying across Marcus’s thigh, and as she moaned wantonly behind him, Tom came without even touching himself. Tom was gasping like a fish out of water and he struggled to control the car. As his cock spurted and twitched in the confines of his underwear he felt himself fighting to both suppress the orgasm and at the same time, ...