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🕑 Added 2024-06-03 19:00:02 +0000 UTCEddie fucked into her hard now, demanding and getting all of her cunt. Their naked bodies slapped together; Mary Jane clawed his shoulders and bit at his ear, as if trying to fight back against how much he was making her feel. She arched her back until her ass was up off the floor. Greedily grasping for every bit of pleasure she could get, grinding her clit against his girth.
“Oh God, it's so fucking good!” she cried.
“It damn sure is,” Eddie gasped.
The heated friction against her clit and inside her folds spurred her along, pushing her almost painfully close to orgasm. Mary Jane hadn't known she could experience such delight without climaxing, but there was still more to feel… to endure… before she reached her peak.
It was wonderful not to have to strain for a climax, to rush through the preliminaries if she wanted to reach the pinnacle at all. She didn't have to worry about her husband's stamina failing her or his interest falling off. Eddie seemed insatiable in his desire for her. He kept going, on and on, like a machine made only to please her.
MJ would gladly have kept going, taking his passion until he had no more to give, but her senses, her body, could only take so much. Because now her ecstasy was upon her, forcing her to an explosion that she took because she had to, not because she could. Mary Jane threw her head back and wailed out as much rapture as she could voice.
“Oohhh, yess, Eddie, yessssss!” she keened.
Eddie grunted woundedly. Her hot little sex was convulsing in pleasured waves around his manhood, driving him to eruption, but he refused to come. Not when he could get even more of Mary Jane’s pussy, her moans, her writhing enjoyment. He grabbed her churning ass and kept going into her, hard and fast, all while she came. Making sure everything she felt went on and on, not tapering off until her orgasm was long over. Mary Jane climaxed until she had all but passed out.
“Aaaaahh, shit, it's too much!” she whined.
Finally she went limp, shuddering with the aftershocks of her pleasure. Eddie pumped a few more thrusts into her and then came out of her womanhood, massively hard and entirely flooded with her wetness. She looked down at his cock as if she expected it to explode —it had throbbed so mightily inside her. Like Peter hadn't since the first few blissful years of their marriage.
“I haven't had enough of your front,” Eddie leered, “but I need to get some of your back.”
“Baby!” Mary Jane panted. “You can get whatever you want!”
Eddie laughed and turned her over, onto her hands and knees. Mary Jane braced herself against the floor and sucked in breath, sheer anticipation lighting up her face as she looked forward to Eddie's steely endowment returning to her.
Eddie didn't keep her waiting long. He fitted his bulging cockhead to the mouth of her tiny cunt. His big hands thickly occupied her waist, making sure she didn't move at all as he plunged all his heft into her.
“Oohhh, motherfucker, you're giving me every goddamn inch!” she moaned. “I want it! I want all I can get!”
He filled her up again, forcing out a glistening splash of her inner wetness. It ran down her legs, making already sweaty skin truly shine. Mary Jane whimpered, finding the new way of fucking as pleasurable as the last, but she wasn't used to it. He gave her the slow, sensuous thrusting that had brought her off before. She felt even more comfort now. There was no worry, no chance that he wouldn't get Mary Jane her culmination. She knew he would give her all the service she needed.
If only it could always be like this. Mary Jane couldn't believe she was asking for too much. Just what Peter had used to treat her to. But she couldn't seem to tempt him into the kind of need Eddie had for her. Come to think of it, it was hard to picture herself wanting Peter with the same fervor that Eddie had her wanting him.
Eddie was right, she thought. We can't ignore our needs. We can only feed them, wherever and however we can.
She needed this. Peter needed this. They needed something new in their marriage and she couldn't think of anything better than this. Sex had become a chore to them. She didn't need that kind of love and she couldn't imagine Pete did either. This was what she needed. She'd needed it as a horny teenager and she felt that way now, absorbing the hard, deep thrusts that she couldn't believe were meant for a woman her age.
“Harder now. Fuck my mind away. I wanna forget everything but being your cock holster!”
“I've been wanting to for years,” Eddie chuckled. “I'm not going to do anything else now!”
He tightened his grip on her quivering hips and plowed into her harder, first shaking her body with the impact, then leaving her quaking with pleasure.
It was just what Mary Jane needed. She sputtered and gurgled, feeling lust she couldn't even voice. She knew she was acting like a total whore, but she loved it. What had being good gotten her? It didn't matter. Being bad meant she got this.
“That's it, you son of a bitch, you fuck it into me. Fuck being a slut into me!” she crooned.
Dizzily Mary Jane tried to think how long she had before Peter wondered where she was. Long enough, she calculated. She could get plenty more of this fucking before they had to stop. She forgot about her husband… everything fled her mind except for the mounting thrill of having Eddie inside her.
“This enough cock for you?” he grunted as he rutted her.
“Yesss, baby, it's so much, ummggghh,” Mary Jane shrieked. Her eyes crossed, then shut tightly as she felt another orgasm crashing towards her. The pleasure was a fire raising higher and higher.
But then Eddie poured gasoline on it. He reached around her hip and found her clit under his fingers, rubbing and circling his touch to make sure he found exactly how Mary Jane liked to be caressed.
“Oohhh, fuck, Eddie!” she trilled. “You keep fucking me. You just keep fucking me more and more. I love it, baby. I want to be fucked as much as you can!”
Eddie's breath, loud and ragged, showed how close he was to spilling his load. Mary Jane wanted it, she needed it. Once she thought about it, it was all she could imagine. She teetered on the brink of orgasm, selfishly trying to hold it off for as long as possible to get even more of Eddie's efforts. Sizzling wetness flowed from her pussy and soaked her thighs.
“Do it, Eddie!” she squealed. “Make it happen for both of us. I wanna come with you. I want us both to get off!”
It was as if Eddie could deny her nothing. A moment later, Mary Jane felt what little emptiness Eddie's massive prick left in her be replaced with his white hot seed. She couldn't help but explode herself. She screeched as if in the most transcendent pain.
“Unnnhh, God, you're putting it in me, you're putting so much in me. I'm comiinnggg!” She screamed. “Whaahhh!”
“Take it all, Red, it's all for you, aaagghhh!” Eddie bellowed.
They pounded at each other until they were both exhausted, Mary Jane giving out first, but Eddie able to keep using her like his own personal sex toy until he collapsed with her, panting back his breath.
Mary Jane was surprised not to feel any guilt. All she felt was good. A well fucked good that she hadn't felt for a long time. And why should she feel anything else? Her husband hadn't been giving her what she needed, so she'd gotten it from someone who wanted to give it to her.
“Thanks Eddie,” she breathed.
“I should be thanking you,” he replied.
“You couldn't thank me anymore than you already have, baby.”
***
Mary Jane returned home early in the morning. She showered once, twice, and then once more. The drink had worn off. She no longer felt the sensual pulse that had been so overwhelming when she was with Eddie. She felt guilty, dirty, ashamed.
She had been unfaithful to Pete, betraying her husband not for anything he'd done, but for things he hadn't done. She had let her rashness take over and trash something that might well have been fixed. All it had taken was some bitterness and some dissatisfaction to make her an adulteress.
The cleansing water stormed over her. Despite the water’s heat, Mary Jane felt a chill wandering through her. That was what she was. An unthinking, uncaring cheater. What else could she be when she was already that?
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Some Boi
You know, I thought I could take it. But I actually became un-aroused reading this. It just feels so wrong that I couldn't get into it. It's not your writing (I love that XD), it's the situation you're writing about that has turned me off. Guess I'm ignoring this story.
