Ganging Her

It was stretched like never before, and knowing why gave him a very intense, arousing feeling. He didn't understand himself why the physical evidence that his wife had fucked a lover with a much bigger cock turned him on -- it just did.

"Oh baby..." he groaned as she fully engulfed his throbbing dick. He immediately began pulling out, fast and hard, just the way they both liked it. Of course, in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but wondering if she'd liked it better when Mark did it...

"Mhm... Woody?" she asked, sounding quite confused. Evidently, she was expecting someone else to be between her legs.

"Ahh... yeah, it's just you and me again... God! You feel so good!" he sighed.

She shook her head and looked around the room, looking like she was waking up. As he pushed inside her again, she gave a little moan and looked up at him.

"Yeah, you too, honey!" she answered honestly. True, Mark had stretched her like no one had done before, but Woody was familiar and knew what she liked.

He lowered his face to hers, looking into her eyes and slowed down his fucking.

"God, I love you, Jo," he told her.

Her entire face lit up in a huge smile. The last hour or so was a complete blur for her but she did know what had happened. But if Woody still loved her, then everything was going to be alright.

"I love you too!" she breathed and he planted a long, lasting kiss on her lips. She tasted of his sweet JoAnn, and of the salty sperm of Tony and Casper -- and he loved it all!

"Now, my hot stud, take me! I'm all yours!" she whispered into his mouth, and he began fucking her in earnest.

Maybe it was because she was looser than usually, maybe it was because he had cum a couple of hours before or maybe they just both wanted it that way, but he lasted longer than the three guys combined.

Next to their wedding night, this was the best sex in his life... or at least, it was the best sex he could remember.

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From: jjjtaker Sorry we couldn't make it this weekend but something came up. Still, a weekend alone with your wife at a hotel, things could be worse, eh?

Write me a mail, and we'll schedule another weekend.

Your wife's next lover.

Woody could hardly believe he read this. He had just gone to check on his email in the hotel's internet-cafe. If he wasn't Mark, then who the hell...?

"Huh... time to give the STD-clinic a little ring..." he muttered to himself with a crooked smile.

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Up in their room, JoAnn had found a little, business-card on the floor - it would seem someone had shoved it in under the door. It belonged to a Mark Johnson who apparently was a realtor. On the back of it was scribbled "call me the next time you're looking for some fun".

She couldn't help but smile and feel a little flattered. Perhaps if Woody was interested in a repeat-performance...