How my wife became a BBC queen ! - Sex Stories

How my wife became a BBC queen !

... pussy, but the extreme heat and sloppy wetness was a completely new sensation for me. Fran rode me slowly and was mostly grinding her pubic bone against mine. I asked her if she could even feel me she just whispered “hmmm, hmmm, I can feel you, it feels nice.” It feels nice, no Oh God don’t stop fucking me, I love your cock, just “It feels nice” Sigh. I then asked her what she meant by “Oh God I almost forgot how good it feels to have a big cock in me. Oh God it’s been so long” comment earlier. Fran stopped her grinding for a minute and looked shocked when she said “I didn’t say that”. I told her she most certainly did. She answered after a second or two, that if she did, it was just something she said in the heat of passion. I finished quickly and Fran went into the bathroom to clean up, she came back and got into bed and was asl**p in minutes, she obviously was exhausted. I finally fell asl**p with all the events of the evening playing through my head. I awoke the next morning to find that Fran wasn’t in the bed. I went to the bathroom and found that she wasn’t there. I put my ears against the wall behind the headboard and I could faintly hear the familiar moans of Fran and Jack fucking. I was a little pissed off but I stayed put until about an hour later they came back into the room. He was dressed and she looking like she was just royally fucked again. She let her bathrobe drop (that was all she wore out into the hall and over to Jacks room?) to the floor as she ...

... headed to the bathroom. I followed her and asked her what the hell she was doing. She said that she was going to get dressed and go have breakfast. I told her that I was talking about in Jacks room; she looked at me and said. “Oh that, I got up about six and you were sl**ping so I went over to Jacks room to see if he was up, one thing led to another and we fooled around a little. I hope you don’t mind?” Fooled around a little!! It was 9:30 AM. She went over there over 3 hours ago. I asked her how many times they had fucked, she responded, “A few, I don’t really know.” She kissed me and said, “Thank you. I love you. Are you going to get ready?” I just shook my head and said that I really wasn’t hungry and I told her to go along with Jack. Just bring me back a cup of coffee. She kissed me and they left. A few times with the 4 I watched last night. That means that my young bride had fucked this guy at least 7 times in less than 15 hours. I was trying to let all of that sink in. I opened up that 12 feet of curtains and the sun streamed into the room. I could look across the courtyard and see several couples having breakfast on various balconies. The sun really illuminated the room. I put the TV on and was watching something or other when they came back to the room. Fran gave me a cup of coffee and a doughnut and kissed me. She bit my ear while she whispered “Do you mind if we use the bed?” I looked at her, got off and went over to where the chair and table was right in front of the ...