Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02

... towards an incredible orgasm.

Sigrid's fingers dug into the firm muscles of Marcus's back as she met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a powerful, synchronized rhythm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she teetered on the abyss of a violent release as the head of his cock slammed repeatedly into the delicate and sensitive nerve cluster at the top of her vaginal sheath.

"Oh... God, Marcus, right there..." Sigrid screamed loudly, not caring about the guests in the rooms next door.

"You like that? You like it when I hit that spot?" Marcus groaned in reply. "Yes, yes, don't stop. I'm going to cum!" she squealed, almost incoherently, in Nordic as her control over her English vocabulary disappeared out the window.

Marcus let loose a volley of powerful thrusts aimed at that single point of pleasure. The sensation for Sigrid was amazing, as if she felt the power of a nuclear explosion going off inside her. She saw stars and all of her limbs shook uncontrollably as his deep thrusts sent her tumbling over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. She shrieked in pleasure, a sound unlike any he'd ever heard before.

As Sigrid's walls contracted around him, signaling her violent climax once again, Marcus followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, his body shuddering as he again emptied the remaining contents of his black balls into her white womb. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, their bodies ...

... slick with sweat and pleasure.

It was nearly ten minutes before they could manage to say anything to each other as their bodies lay there recovering from the mind-blowing experience.

"That...that...was...incredible..." she croaked softly.

Marcus smirked. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself..."

She chuckled softly. "More than I expected. You never fail to surprised me," she replied. "Surprises can be a good thing, don't you think?" he asked.

Sigrid's mind drifted into a pool of contemplation. She found herself comparing the encounter to her previous experiences, particularly with Magnus. Marcus sensed she was in a contemplative mood and deduced she was thinking about her husband.

Marcus's eyes met hers, a blend of comprehension and compassion dancing in his gaze.

"Your husband means a lot to you," he observed. "I can tell. If he didn't, well...I suspect we'd still be going..."

Sigrid sighed softly; aware they couldn't avoid the elephant in the room. "Yes...you're right. I haven't seen him much over the past couple of weeks...since we were together the last time. But I can tell you he's trying...he's trying to be nice...trying to work through things...talking about a family..."

"Is it just talk or is it more?" Marcus asked gently.

Sigrid paused, her eyes on the ceiling, her mind drifting to her life on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. "He's told his boss he wants to adjust his workload...we've talked about me going to my doctor for the ...