He didn’t say much. Suddenly, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and pulled on my shirt. I was wearing an old ratty t-shirt and it ripped when he pulled on it. I had just been lounging around the house and hadn’t been wearing a bra after breast feeding my baby. The t-shirt ripped apart, exposing my one breast and most of the other one. He continued, kissing me aggressively and ripping the shirt further until it fell off my arms to the floor.
I responded to his aggressiveness by resisting. I pushed him away and tried to escape into the living room. I was laughing. He grabbed me around the waist and I struggled to get free. It was almost like he was raping me. The whole scenario turned me on. I tried to slap his face, but he grabbed my hand and we tumbled onto the living room couch.
His hand slid into the waist of my shorts and went under my panties to my pussy. His face groveled in my tits as his hand probed my crotch. The button on my shorts gave-way and the zipper gaped open. His hand was under my panties up to his wrist.
“I want you.” He said.
I said, “You’ll have to take me.”
He grabbed the waist-band of my shorts and pulled them down my legs. I tried to hold them, but he was stronger and pulled them away.
“God, how I’ve wanted you.” He said as he continued to strip me.
He said, “I’ve wanted to just strip you and fuck you so many times.”
“Did you want to rape me?”
“Yes. I wanted to strip you and fuck you. I wanted to put my cock in your cunt and fuck you. I wanted to put my cum up inside you.”
The dirty talk was inspiring us both. He had stripped me and he moved between my legs. His cock was poised to enter me.
“Come on. Force yourself on me. Take me.”
His cock slid into me. I was very wet and he slid in easily. He tried to kiss me and after moving my head to resist him for a few moments, I gave in and kissed him back. We embraced in an open-mouthed kiss with our tongues swirling while his cock pushed deep into my vagina. My feigned resistance and his forcefulness added a new dimension. He pulled my legs up under his arms so I was helpless to resist his assault on my pussy.
“Come on, do it. Shoot your cum into my married cunt. Put your baby inside me.”
He drove harder and I saw the unmistakable expression on his face as his cock shot its semen against my cervix. His sperm were swimming into my uterus. I was coming too. It was a different type of orgasm and was very intense. My body shook as I was being forcefully taken. It was amazing, another new experience.
He pulled out but continued to hold my ankles, splaying me wide open. He bent down and planted a kiss on my pussy. I could feel his juice swirling around inside me. He was holding me in a position where his semen would staying inside and flow into my womb, giving his sperm easy passage into my deepest recesses. My husband had held me that way when he got me pregnant. Shane’s desire for me was really intense and he had given me one of the memorable fucks of my young life.
Finally, we relaxed and I regained control of my legs.
He was sitting there and started to apologize. I didn’t let him finish. I kissed him and pushed him onto his back. Now I was on top. His dick was spent, so I leaned down and sucked on it. It was all covered with my juices ane smelled like my cunt. I wanted him inside me again. Having him want me so badly was extremely arousing. I was still aroused and I wanted to fuck him again. His dick began to revive and I reached down and slid it into my sloppy pussy.
I rode him, rocking back and forth, driving my crotch into his, trying to satisfy my continuing desire.
“You wanted to fuck me, now do it.” I said. “Come on rape my pussy, put your cum in my cunt.”
His dick was hard and was up inside me. I was gyrating and bouncing on his cock, wanting to jam it up to my belly.
We shifted to me being on my hands and knees with Shane behind me, ramming his cock with each thrust. It was a powerful, glorious fuck and I was coming in waves. Shane came again, emptying another load of semen into my greedy cunt.
We collapsed on the floor.
Then I heard my husband’s voice, “That was magnificent.” He applauded.
I looked up at him, sweaty, hair a mess, cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy. I expected him to be angry.
I tried to joke, “You’re home early. You should’ve called.”
He laughed, which relieved my tension. He said, “I guess I should let you know when I’m coming home to MY house so MY wife and finish fucking her lovers before I get there.”
Shane was quietly getting dressed.
Mark asked, “What’s for supper honey? Have you had a tough day watching the baby?” He was being cynical, of course, mocking my normal daily activities.
I started to put clothes on, which was weird, I was getting dressed because my husband was there after having been naked with another man. I just put my shorts on.
He noticed, “Don’t get dressed for me. I’m only your husband. You need to maintain your modesty.”
I pulled my shorts down and let them drop to the floor. I defiantly stood before him, nude.
I said, “Are you going to just talk or are you going to fuck me. Shane hasn’t satisfied me. I need a real man to meet my needs.”
Shane had slipped out the door. He made a hand motion to his ear asking me to call him later.
Now it was just me and Mark.
I said, “I didn’t invite him he just showed up and took me. It was like he was raping me.”
“Did you resist?”
“Yes, but not very hard. Having someone take me forcefully like that was exciting, once it started. You know how I like it when you have your way with me.”
He opened his fly and pulled out his semi-hard cock.
“Suck my cock.”
I willingly crawled over to him and began to lick and suck his prick. It became fully erect in my mouth.
He said, “I should’ve known. Once we stopped talking about it and did it, you’d be insatiable.”
I sucked his dick like a hungry harlot.
“You’re a little slut, Kim. I’ll have to keep an eye on you so you don’t fuck every guy in town.”
I paused from his cock and said, “You’ll have to satisfy me so I don’t stray.”
“You’re like a horny alley cat.”
I said, “Stop talking and fuck me.”
He pulled off his shirt and with his pants around his knees, dropped to the floor and slid his cock into my extremely sloppy cunt.
“He came in me twice, baby. Do you feel his cum inside me. He came twice. I told him he was going to get me pregnant, but only you get to do that.”
It was the first time (and not the last) that Mark would feel another man’s semen inside my cunt. He seemed to like it. His pace picked up.
“He came after me forcefully, like he was raping me.”
“Did you like that?”
“Yes. I’ve had fantasies like that.”
“You’re trying all sorts of new things.”
“Is that okay? Do you still love me?”
“More than ever.”
He continued to pump away.
Then, I had another nasty idea. “Why don’t you go down there and see the mess Mark made in my pussy.”
I pushed to encourage him; my husband slid down to look at my pussy. He put a finger in my vagina.
“His cum is still inside you.”
I pulled his face into my crotch, “Why don’t you lick it out of me.”
He wasn’t ready for that. He moved back up and slid his cock inside me again. He bent me in half, like a taco, with my knees beside my head, and did push-ups into my sloshing vagina. He could see his cock driving into me and the remnants of Mark’s efforts leaking out of me.
I asked him, “Did it fulfill your fantasy to see Mark fucking me on our living room floor?”
He nodded. “He was ramming his cock into your spread open cunt and you were letting him have you.”
“He fucked me and then I fucked him. We acted like he was raping me and then I had to have more.”
“You’re a horny little slut and I love you.”
I was approaching yet another orgasm. I began to shriek and call for him to “fuck me and come inside me.”
He did. Another load poured into my very busy pussy. When he released me, my legs flopped on the floor. I was exhausted and finally satisfied.
Then the baby cried. I got to my feet and retrieved her. Mark said it was unforgettable to see me holding our baby while I was still naked. I put her to my breast and fed her while Mark watched. I spread my legs to let him see the semen dripping out of my used cunt.
Later, after we’d eaten and put the baby down, we talked. Of course, Mark remembered that he had fucked Brenda, Shane’s wife, when Shane wasn’t home, so Shane fucking me just evened-things-up. We would need to make some rules with our friends. Although I was enjoying the no-rules approach where we didn’t know what would happen next. I had been surprised by Shane’s carnal lust for me. It does wonders for my ego and relieves any post-partum depression to have two men lusting after me.
It an amazing transformation of our lives. We were doing things that we hadn’t even talked about. More was to come.