Her husband's friend: part 4

[CougarGirl]

Pam was lying on their bed – the marital bed – propped up on the pillows.


Mike, her husband, was lying between her thighs, eating her out. Very nicely, as always. His thick lips working her labia, his tongue probing her vagina, and his stubble scratching her thighs.


All very satisfactory. And no more than she had expected. He had just come back from a week long business trip and he was horny as hell – as she was. And, as usual on these occasions, he liked to savour their first coupling – to make it last as long as he could. Pam would have been happy – even happier perhaps – with a quick shag that showed his urgency. But she appreciated his consideration for her. What woman wouldn't.


'I need to tell you something,' she began.


Mike's did not break his stride.


'It's about the guy who picked you up and took you to the airport. Your friend. Jason.'


Mike was in a rhythm now and carried on, showing no sign that he was listening to his wife.


'Well, when he had dropped you off, he came back.'

 

[CougarGirl]

Mike did not pause, despite Pam's announcement.



'I wasn't surprised,' she continued. 'I was expecting him.'



Still no reaction from Mike.



'He arrived while you were in the shower. I was naked and grabbed the first thing that came to hand – one of your dirty shirts – so I was at least decent enough to open the door. I offered him a coffee and we stood in the kitchen, listening to the sound of the shower above. He just sipped his coffee, didn't say a word, but his eyes were stripping me. Then he just moved in and began stroking my tits, through the shirt. His hand was moving down my belly when we heard the water stop. He looked at me, grinned and moved back a pace or two.'



Pam stretched to make herself more comfortable.



'So it was no surprise when he came back. I was still in your shirt. I opened the door and he just walked in. "You and Mike were fucking." It was a statement, not a question. 'In the bedroom?' It was a question this time, so I nodded. "Show me." It seemed an odd request, but I led him upstairs and showed him our room. The bed was in a mess, the sheets were rumpled, and there was a huge stain of your cum. You'll never guess what he did next.' She didn't wait for a reply. 'He bent over and sniffed the stain. Really loudly like he was inhaling your scent.'



Pam began idly playing with her tits as she remembered the scene.



'He asked me if it had been good and I said yes, it had. He asked me if it was always good and I said yes, it was. He asked me if you were big and I said yes, you were. That was when he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. He was still soft, but his dick was hanging between his thighs. Oh my God, Mike, he was hung like a horse.'



Finally, Mike paused and raised his head.



'Hung like a horse, you say.' He seemed lost in thought for a while before he spoke again. 'Bigger than me then. You're saying he was bigger than me.'

 

[CougarGirl]

'Sure, much bigger.' She went on this a break. 'He looked at me and said "We'll fuck here." He meant where we had fucked, Mike, before you left. He didn't ask, and he wasn't ordering me. He was just saying. And, this is the strange thing, I went along with it. I took off her shirt and climbed onto the bed. He'd stripped off. God, he was so hairy. You know how hairy men turn me on. His chest and belly were just a mass of black hair. Guys like that are so virile. I wanted to run my fingers through the tangles, but he didn't give me a chance. He just pushed my legs wide and climbed between them. He was hard by now – I was actually frightened to see how big he was. I could take the width, but I didn't know if I could take the length.'



'He didn't rush in, not right away, just knelt there, his dick swaying, let me see what he had got. Giving me a chance to compare it with what you're packing. He didn't say anything, but I knew that was what he was doing. And he was looking at my thighs too. Your cum had been draining out of me, and had dried on my thighs. It seemed like he made me wait for hours, but it couldn't have been more than a minute. He started off gently, but I was so wet already that he had no trouble spreading my pussy open. I was bracing myself, but he eased himself in slowly until his balls were banging against my thighs.'



'Damn.' Mike's voice seemed to come from a long way away. 'God damn.'



'I'd never felt so full before, not with anyone, ever. He held me like that for a while and then withdrew until only his hammer head was in my cunt. And then he thrust in. Top gear, full power, maximum thrust to all engines. We collided and the force pushed me up the bed so fast that I had to up my hands to save myself from hitting the wall.'



'I screamed in pain. He had crashed into my cervix, that's how long he was. That's never happened before, never. But it was exciting as well as painful. Does that make sense. "Again," I told him, "again, again." But he kept himself in control. Pausing between each thrust, withdrawing slowly, making me wait before hitting on my again, and again and again. Each power thrust pushed me further across the bed so that we were lying sideways now.'



Mike was pushing into her now.



'I had started cumming after that first hard thrust. Now, you know you have to work hard to get me to cum for you, but this was different. I didn't need to try to get off, I needed to hold back to make it last as long as possible. It was building, not just in my vag like it had before you left for your flight. But in my whole body.'

 

[CougarGirl]

'He was controlling me. Taking his time. Letting me build slowly, slowly, knowing it would make my orgasm more intense. Understanding what he was doing and why, understanding that he wasn't just a selfish buck out for a quickie – that was another massive turn on for me, almost as powerful as his body hair and his size.'



Mike didn't seem to be listening to what she was saying, to what she was trying to tell him. He was pounding her fast, like he usually did. No finesse, just raw power.



'My vag was sodden, my flesh was tingling, all my muscles were tense. I was moaning softly and he began talking to me. He told me that he had smelt you on your shirt and, when he got closer, he could smell my sweat. He wanted to smell my crotch to know your real smell. He was tempted to do it front of you, but he knew that would create a scene and you wouldn't leave and he wouldn't be able to come back to fuck me. But he needed to smell your scent, which is why he wanted me to show him where we had fucked. He wished you were with us, watching so you could see now a real man fucked a woman. He would have made you hold his balls, to feel how a real man came, to feel his power.'



Pam's voice was low, almost as if she were drifting asleep as she remembered what he had said to her.



Mike grunted a few times.



'He told me you were always bragging at work. Telling everyone how often he fucked you. Hinting at how big he was. Repeating things you had done together. Saying the things I had said to you when you were inside me. I know some of that is true, because he repeated some of the things I said. Mike,' he paused briefly when she spoke his name, 'I can't believe you did that. Revealing such intimate things. I don't mind you bragging about what a great fuck you are or how big you are. But things I did, even what I said. No, Mike, that was a betrayal.'



Mike's thrusts rose to a crescendo, until he came. 'YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,' he screamed, as he slumped onto her and rolled off.