A Most Unusual Evening - Sex Stories

A Most Unusual Evening

... hadn't seen that coming at all. Jennifer took my silence as disapproval. "I'm sorry," she cried. "You think it's gross. I'm sorry I even brought it up. Please try to forget I ever said anything, okay?" Jennifer was practically bawling now and through my haze of surprise, I suddenly had a moment of total clarity. My sweet wife had just bared her soul to me and it was vastly kinkier than I had ever imagined. There was only one thing to do - I had to nurture that spark and reward and encourage her admission. "Get your pants off now!" I barked like a naval captain. "Prepared to be screwed." It was Jennifer's turn to be dumbfounded. When she didn't move quickly enough, I reached for her waist and unsnapped her pants with a violent tug. Grabbing her waistband, I yanked hard, lifting her hips off the cushion as I removed her pants and panties. Her blouse was next to go, revealing her jutting breasts and bullet-hard nipples. Her chest was mottled with the blush of her excitement and her pussy too showed her arousal, with her lips swollen, spread and glistening with an angry red shine, revealing her steaming inner core. Needing no further encouragement, I dove right in and buried my cock in her to the hilt in one hard thrust. She was gushingly wet and moaned in pleasure at the sudden intrusion. I thrust into her repeatedly, trying to fuck away my confusion. But quickly I realized that I had another problem. Despite my arousal at Jennifer's surprisingly erotic tale, my body was not ...

... quite as excited as my mind. This would be my fourth orgasm of the day (of the last 15 hours, to be precise), which was far above my previous record. My cock, although rigid and pumping like a marathoner slogging up Heartbreak Hill, seemed to be saying that there was no certainty we would reach the finish line. I could sense, rather than feel that her cunt was incredibly slick and wet, and I could see Jennifer writhing in ecstasy beneath me, but my cock was strangely numb, as if it had been disconnected from my pleasure center. I kept hammering away, but it produced no joy for me. Jennifer, on the other hand, was unmistakably nearing her climax. Her eyelids were heavy and her mouth was open and gasping. Usually she requires direct manual stimulation of her clit to get off, but suddenly her hands were clawing at my back as she erupted. Still I soldiered on, thrusting and pumping blindly, trying to find something that would prompt my climax. With Jennifer weakened by her orgasm, I pulled out, flipped her over and mounted her from behind, but still I could not feel any pleasure in my cock. Now I was watching her ass cheeks quiver under my continuing assault. Jennifer's still-virgin asshole was winking at me with each thrust and I resorted to one of my favorite fantasies: imagining what it would be like if and when I finally penetrated that tight cavern with my cock for the first time. Even this, however, produced no sensation. Rather it brought back memories of Aliyah's tight ...