Paul worked his cock all the way in and out of her. Very quickly he was slamming the length of his meat deep inside of her, with the slap, slap, slap of his balls keeping time. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a well-hung stranger balls-deep in your wife while she’s screaming for more. I didn’t want this night to end.
I was getting all of this on film with the determination of a Hollywood director. With her hands bracing against my legs for balance against Paul’s forceful thrusts, she looked into my eyes and mouthed the words, “Thank you.” It was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen.
She had forgotten about my blowjob now that Paul was fucking the shit out of her, but I didn’t care. This was so much better than I had imagined it would be. Claire was quickly moving once again toward an orgasm. This time she would not be denied. Paul continued to pound her as she started to completely lose control. “Oh my God! Harder, harder! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please fuck my pussy hard! Oh my God! OH SHIT!!! AAHHHHH!!!”
It was incredible. Nothing I had ever seen in porn even came close to that scene. Paul kept fucking my exhausted wife even after her orgasm had subsided. With her head resting heavy on the seat between my legs, she was like a rag-doll. I could see Paul was nearing his money-shot, so I motioned for him to let her suck him off. He turned her around and she once again wrapped her tight lips around that fat cock. She moved with a sense of purpose. Both hands jacked him off while her mouth sucked the tip. When my Claire wants a man to cum in her mouth, there’s nobody faster at making it happen. Paul grabbed the back of her hair and started to fuck her face. I was amazed at how much cock she was taking in with each thrust. Quickly he tensed up, grabbed the back of her head with both hands and shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed his cum like a starving animal, never taking her mouth off of his cock and milking it long after he was finished. I’ve never felt so in love with anyone in my life as I did with Claire in that moment. What an incredible slut!
After Paul had finished, things calmed down for everyone. Not much was said as we all put our clothes back on in the back of that limo. Paul went back up front and started driving us once again towards home. “Are you OK?” Claire whispered to me.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m more than OK. You are fucking AMAZING.”
“Oh Good,” she said, relieved. “I am SO happy you feel that way.” She smiled and whispered, “You’ll have to give Paul a really big tip.”
“Actually,” I said, “I plan on giving Paul a standard tip. I know for a fact that fucking YOU is its own reward.”