Last winter my wife flew out to spend a week with me on a
jobsite. My assignments away from the office seem to be
increasingly longer and more frequent, so we were looking
forward to quality time together. Unfortunately, as so often
happens, problems developed, cutting into our time together.
My cheap short-term studio apartment was no fit place for
her to spend time alone.

A major winter storm was forecast for the weekend. We were
concerned about making her flight, as she had commitments on
Monday back home. I was able to cut some corners, pull some
strings, and shut the job down Friday, allowing us to drive
north, Thursday night, to a hotel near the airport. We
arrived in snow flurries and freezing rain, settling in to
sit out the blizzard.

Joanie is very reserved sexually, but occasionally,
something will turn, like a key in a lock, and release the
wanton woman within. It doesn’t happen too often. This time
it happened in the hotel pool.

The pool was one of those indoor/outdoor affairs, bisected
by a glass wall of the building. It was magical, floating in
warm water in the moonlight, catching snowflakes on our
tongues. I was just messing around, kissing and caressing,
but she became a wild woman. She was quick and almost too
rough, stroking my cock to erection, tearing apart our
swimsuits, and climbing up onto me in a frantic desire for
penetration.

She was insatiable. She leaned back to the full extent of
her arms, legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms and legs
drove her pelvis, pounding into mine, impaling herself full
depth on my cock. She was moaning, crying, “Faster! Deeper!
Harder!” My hands got a good grip on her hips, my arms
supporting her, pulling her forcefully onto me. Her heels
were behind my butt, she thrust hard against me. Her strong
thighs were nearly crushing me. She wailed in desire, “Fill
me! Deeper!” Her cries became quieter, she was nearly
exhausted.

I carried her to the steps, quivering around my erection. I
turned her, pushed her up a few steps, halfway out of the
water. In the darkness, amid swirling snow, I bent her over.
Her hands found support on the top step, as I entered her
from behind. I slid into her full depth, in this position,
absolutely as deep as I could go. I slid back and forth
slowly, for as long as I could go slowly, deeply in, then
almost all the way out, then fully back. I held a breast in
one palm, the fingers of the other hand busy at her
clitoris.

When she began to moan and thrust back against me, my
strokes became shorter and more forceful. Her moaning,
“Deeper, deeper. Deeper!” became less articulate, and more
animal. I beat against her, using all the muscles of my back
and thighs. When she added a rotating motion of her butt, I
lost it, exploding as deep inside as I could penetrate.

She never came down for the rest of our stay. We were nearly
alone, in an almost empty hotel, isolated from the world by
the storm. We had sex in the hot tub, the shower, the sauna,
and the weight room. If I wasn’t hard, it was in her mouth,
getting hard. Overnight, she was a master of deep throat.
She took me full depth, into her throat, easily, without
gagging or hesitation. It was fantastic, but I had to
wonder, how did she learn? She said that she was just making
it up as it happened, but I wasn’t convinced. It felt
great, but it also made me feel smaller, somehow. When I
couldn’t promptly produce another erection, my tongue and
fingers were in her flowing pussy. By Saturday night I was
spent and exhausted.

Sunday morning, I was taking my turn in front of the mirror,
while Joanie made phone calls. It was only by accident that
I overheard part of her conversation. “We’ve been snowbound
for three days together,” she said. “We’ve had more sex than
on our honeymoon! But no orgasms..” She noticed me in the
mirror, paused with her hand over the mouthpiece, and with
hand gestures shooed me out of the room.

When I had finished and returned, she was ending her call,
saying, “I’m sure you can take care of that problem for me
when I get home.” She laughed at the response, and
disconnected. I wouldn’t have taken any notice, if she
hadn’t blushed furiously when she realized I’d heard.

We argued about the ride to the airport. She wanted to check
us out, then take my car. I wanted to wait, giving the
snowplows every opportunity to clear the roads before
putting my Mercedes at risk. I prevailed, and we rode the
shuttle bus to the terminal. I didn’t know what I had won,
until I realized that the hotel bill included a record of
phone calls charged.

What can you tell from a voice on the phone? It was
articulate, and deep, with a salesman’s power of persuasion.
The tone was firm, masculine, competent, and yet almost
arrogant. Somehow he sounded young, tall and well built. I
got his name and a company address. A friend on the police
force gave me his license number and home address.

A week later my start-up was scheduled to last yet another
two weeks, using all the overtime in the budget. Another
contractor had a crane accident, dropping a load onto the
transformer and switchgear. We were down for at least a
month. Without hesitation, as rapidly as feasible, I cleared
the site, threw my stuff in the trunk, and was on the road
home.

A lot of thoughts pass through the mind during an eight-hour
drive. How many combinations could I make of two snippets of
conversation, and her pleas during sex? Was she insatiable,
or was I incompetent? Had she ever had an orgasm with me,
did I ever satisfy her? How had she become so skilled at
deep-throat? Who was her teacher? How much bigger than I
must he be?

As it turned out, I didn’t need the information I had
gathered. His car was in my driveway when I rolled up.

I entered the house quietly, following the sound of music
toward the sunken living room. I made my way to the loft on
the second floor level, and looked down from above. He was
sitting on the couch, wearing my silk robe. He was watching
her pace about the room, wearing a nightgown over a sexy
outfit I had bought her, in a house I had designed and built
and was sweating to pay for. Somehow this seemed more of a
violation than giving herself to him, giving him what was
mine, passing on to him what I had given to her. I watched
them for an hour.

“I gave him every opportunity,” she said. “I think I still
might love him, a little. I gave him a whole week to get his
act together, to compete, to give me what I need. I know he
gave me all he had, but after you, he just doesn’t have
enough!”

He rose and crossed the room to her. She tried to evade him,
but he caught her by the shoulders, and held her back
against him. He kneaded her shoulders and back, I could
almost see the tension and anxiety flowing from her. They
spoke quietly. I could no longer make out the words, only
her high-pitched laughter and his deeper murmuring.

She turned, and stood on tiptoes to kiss him deeply on the
mouth. His hands fell, cupping her firm ass cheeks. They
looked like they were devouring one another. I could see his
large hands caressing her butt, then pulling her tight
against his crotch. She responded, rubbing herself side to
side against his groin.

I was watching her take on her second personality, my
demure, reserved wife becoming the wanton sex-starved
seductress I had so rarely seen. He was playing her like a
musical instrument, pressing all her buttons, buttons that I
only dimly knew existed, and found only by accident, even
after long years of marriage.

He stepped back away from her. I could see his bloated cock
obscenely tenting the silk robe. Joanie could see it too. My
wife studied his covered erection with awe, then massaged it
with the palm of one hand. “God I love this,” she breathed.

She tore herself away from his cock, dancing away to the
center of the room. She slowly removed her gown, letting it
slip from her shoulders to the floor, revealing her scarlet
satin boustier, thong silk panties, stockings and garters.
She turned away from us, bending forward, waving her
exquisite rump before our eyes.
When she turned back, she had folded under the upper-half-
cup covering of her breasts. They were heavy, full,
overflowing the half-cups, standing proudly out from her
chest, nipples erect and out-thrust.

He stood before her, hands on hips, still, but for the
noticeable twitching of his immense prick.

She turned again, and bent over, legs spread, as she worked
her panties down over her magnificent ass. She watched him
over her shoulder, measuring the effect of her display upon
him. One hand descended to her crotch, fingers spreading her
labia, exposing the moist pink depths to his eyes. She
closed her legs, the panties slipped to the floor. She
turned, facing him again, legs spread, fingers stroking her
lower lips.

He, ever so slowly, untied the belt of my robe. He slowly
removed the silk garment, and tossed it apart. He stood
before her silently, staring, motionless except for his
dancing cock, pulsing to his heartbeat.

Joanie broke first. She couldn’t stand it any more. She
stepped forward, then fell to her knees before him. She
gazed at the bobbing rod of flesh before her eyes for a long
moment. A single pearl of pre-cum formed at the very tip of
the huge head. She leaned forward, eyes locked on his,
extended her tongue, and licked it off. A wide grin crossed
her face when he groaned. She slowly opened her delicate
lips, and took in as much of the huge cock as she could
easily handle.

She held his cock in two fists, licking and slurping on the
portion exposed above her spread fingers. She removed one
hand, working her mouth down on him, until her lips met the
fingers of the remaining hand. Her eyes never left his face,
searching for approval, sparkling when he smiled or groaned
his approval. He showed great control, he never moved, never
thrust, letting her blow him at her own pace. She removed
the second hand, and began to force herself further onto his
organ. Strain was evident in her eyes, and in the white
lines around her sucking mouth. She gagged, fought the
reflex, and somehow took him still deeper. Deeper yet, until
he was completely buried in her mouth and throat.

“God, Joanie! You’re a miracle. I’m so close baby,” he
moaned, “Where do you want me?”

She pulled all the way off his enormous cock. She smiled up into
his face, love and lust shining in her eyes, two hands
wrapped around his huge girth, stroking up and down the
length of his shaft. “Cum in my mouth, baby, she murmured,
“Down my throat, shoot in my belly! Your second hardon is a
little slimmer, and easier on my poor pussy,” she laughed.

She took him back into her throat. It seemed easier now. Her
hands were on his hips, now encouraging him to move. He took
her head between his hands, and began to sway from the hips,
sliding his prick into her face. He pulled way back, leaving
just the tip of his cock in contact with her lips. He
laughed when she stuck out her tongue and licked it, he
moaned when she worked it with lips and teeth. He began to
stroke into her face, pulling all the way out, then sliding
in, until the root rested against her lips.

She sensed when he was about to cum, and took back control.
She took him in again, all the way into her, holding him
deep, her hands on his ass, until his first spurt shot into
her belly. She pulled all the way off, opening her mouth,
watching him watch her, as the second and third shot leaped
from his cock to her open mouth. Then she took the head back
between her lips, sucking and licking, two hands milking his
shaft until he was spent.

But she didn’t stop. She held him in her mouth as he
softened, held him until he began to harden again.
Then Joanie lay back, onto the carpet, and spread her long
athletic legs, lifting her knees until her feet were flat on
the floor. She looked up at him, grinning as his cock jumped
when she showed him his sperm in her mouth. His cock grew,
lengthened, inspired by the wanton beauty spread before him,
licking his ejaculate from her lips. She reached between her
thighs, pulling open her pussy lips, combing back the thick
auburn hair that I had loved so much. His cock twitched and
jumped, rising again to full erection.

He knelt between her legs, his cock in his hand, slipping
it up and down, over her openings, up to her clitoris. She
moaned every time he touched her there, her hips jumping
upward, almost by reflex. Eventually he let one of her
upthrusts capture his cock, just the head penetrating. I
watched, for the very first time, my wife have an orgasm!

Joanie raised herself up onto her elbows, bending her head
far forward to study the junction of their bodies.
“God,” she said, “that feels so damned good! Please go easy!
Give me a chance to adjust. You stretch me so fucking good!”

He supported himself on forearms and elbows, and slowly
lowered his pelvis, sinking his huge length into her
flowing pussy. He stopped, with a few inches still showing,
and I wondered he had bottomed out. Joanie took a few
moments, getting her breathing under control, then her arms
tightened around his back. He slid in an inch more. She
sucked in a breath, paused, then nodded. Another inch,
another, finally his balls lifted, as his belly met hers.

Her arms wrapped around him, tightened, holding him in
place, buried full depth in her tiny pussy. “So deep!” she
said. “I feel so dammed full, so wonderfully stretched!” She
held him still a few moments, adjusting, then made some
tentative movements with her hips. Smiling, she moved her
hands to his hips, pushing, encouraging him to withdraw.

Slowly he withdrew, then ever so slowly sank back in. Again
he rose, then sank, just slightly quicker. He rose, then
drove in, harder. “Good, baby,” she moaned, “Harder now, and
deeper! Her hips rose as his descended. Soon they were
moving like a frantic fucking machine, his thrusts matched
by hers, balls and bellies meeting with meaty slaps.

He drove into her forcefully, pounding her into the
unyielding carpet. Her hips leapt back at him, reaching for
something just beyond her grasp. Her eyes were glazed,
focussing on something beyond his shoulder. He adjusted his
position, riding higher on her body, increasing stimulation
to her clitoris. Her eyes opened wide, her hips thrusting
upwards toward climax. Her face showed an agony of
expectation, then her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire
body shook and shuddered, spastically jerking against his,
an expression of inexpressible bliss washing over her face.
He couldn’t escape the explosion, he thrust only a few more
times before burying himself full depth and erupting within
her.

I realized I had just witnessed only the second orgasm I had
seen her have during our long marriage.

He rolled them onto their sides. They rested comfortably,
arms wrapped about each other, his cock still deep within
her. He massaged the muscles of her butt and thighs, still
quivering from strain and exertion. Their breathing came
back under control.

“Have you told him about us?” he asked.

“No, not yet. I may not.”

“Why not? You told me you would. What about divorce?”

“I’ve been with him for twenty-five years. He loves me. He
understands me. He supports me, I can’t give him up.” She
reached down between their bodies, stroking the portion of
his cock still exposed, already thickening, growing and
hardening yet again. “But I obviously can’t give up this
monster either!”

He started to withdraw, but she put a hand on his ass to
hold him in. “We’ll just have to work something out.
There’s enough of me to share, isn’t there?”