Mount Walt

"Uuunnngghh shit....uuunngg I'm glad he can fuck you better than I can....uuunnngg I can feel his come in you...uuunnngg shit...there I go again Gina...uunnnggg."

It was, as I said, a magical time. I was happy-more than happy, I was euphoric. I walked with a spring in my step and a smile on my face that wouldn't fade. Gina was radiant, and the healthy glow of a finally sexually satiated woman made being with her a constant pleasure. And perhaps Walt was the most pleasantly surprised by it all. As experienced as he was, Gina was an eye-opener. She gleefully took everything he could give and still wanted more. Fortunately, I was man enough to add the amount Walt couldn't give her and finally satisfy her urge completely.

I'm sure everybody at work thought I was putting on a brave face. It was common knowledge that Walt was dating my wife, and there were many attempts to commiserate with me. I received sympathy I didn't want and which I expressly rejected, but nobody could believe I was happy that Walt was fucking my wife. And they really couldn't believe that I was happy she was in love with him.

They dated openly and, at my insistence, she wore more overtly sexual clothing than anyone he'd ever dated. Her exhibitionism must have triggered a latent voyeurism in Walt because his desire grew as Gina's displays became ever more flagrant. It was exceedingly rare when I fucked her without entering through Walt's lubricating cream, and the stories she told about both her exhibitionism and his response to it exacerbated my arousal.

He was a stallion, and he frequently filled her with his come three or four times on a date. She loved the taste of his come-'it's much sweeter than yours'-and she loved the feel of it in her cunt-'He spurts at least three times as much come as you do'. She spent the night at his house several times per week and she set up a wardrobe and bathroom there so she could go directly to work with him.

They had been together about six weeks when they came into my office holding hands. Walt got right to the point.

"Gina's pregnant".

I got up and rushed over to her. I looked her in the eye, then gently caressed her cheeks as I lightly kissed her.

"Congratulations. I'm thrilled. We've been wanting a child since we got married."

"We don't know who the father is."

"Does it matter?"

I looked at Walt and noticed Gina did too. I wasn't sure it was unimportant to him. I took ownership immediately.

"Our child will be raised in a loving, caring home. We are a family that is going to grow by one."

If I was going to lose Gina, that was the moment. Walt thought, then didn't say anything. He didn't want a family. From that point on, I knew he would move on to someone new. It was more than four months later when Gina came home crying and I knew it was over.

Well, it was over but it wasn't. Walt always gave a tremendously sensitive parting gift when he moved on, and his gift to us couldn't have been more sensitive-or sensual. He knew I wanted to watch him fuck Gina on that very first day in his office, and Gina divulged to him most of the personal and private conversations we'd had when planning our assault on Mt. Walt. During the time they dated, Gina mentioned several times that I had asked if he would let me watch him fuck her, so Walt's gift to us was...

Gina was naked on our couch in our living room and Walt was licking and kissing and sucking and loving her cunt with his mouth. She was just beginning to show a bump in her belly, barely noticeable at nearly five months. The moans and sighs I knew so well escalated in a familiar pattern, and her impending climax was just the first of many I hoped to witness.

I was in the chair I had moved very close to the couch, and I was hard as steel. I loved being able to see her as an observer, and her eyes occasionally locked with mine. There wasn't much focus in them, and they either had a vacant stare or were closed most of the time. He was rolling her nipples while he ate her, and when she exploded he pinched them hard.

"Ooohh god.... yes...ooohhh god... Walt honey...ooohh god... I'll miss... your.... tongue...oohhh god... pinch them.... hard honey...ooohh...yes... mmm... yes...yes ...oohh god."

Her voice resonated with an arousal I could hear and her body resonated with an intense pleasure I could see. He was the master of the instrument he played, and Gina was the instrument that produced the sexy sounds, sights, and smells. Walt pushed his face forcefully into her cunt while she came, but gently moved up the couch to kiss her when she was finished. His face was wet with her juices, and she kissed and licked his face until it was all lapped up. I knew why: she tastes great.

Walt was still on his knees on the carpet, and still fully dressed. Gina sat up, then slid to her knees so she faced him. He continued to kiss her while she untied his tie and removed it, unbuttoned his shirt, unfastened his belt, and unhooked his pants. She couldn't undress him completely while he was on his knees, so she brought her hands to his face and gently pushed him away. She helped him sit on the couch, then bent to remove his shoes and socks. He helped by taking off his shirt, and finally she slipped his pants and boxers off when he raised his ass. He was as naked as Gina and she immediately cupped his balls and gently stroked his magnificent cock.

No wonder women loved him. His body was Adonis-like in every respect, but his cock had to descend from a more important god-perhaps Zeus himself. It was long, it was thick, it was smooth, it was circumcised, it was perfectly symmetric with just a little bow, and it was throbbing. The head was slightly larger and darker than the shaft, and it was oozing precum. The most striking feature was that he was shaved as smooth as Gina. She'd never mentioned it to me, and it was something I'd never seen.

His cock pulsed as she gently stroked it, then she bent down to lick it. She ran her tongue from his huge, tight ball sack all the way to the head. She stopped momentarily to savor the taste of the slippery fluid coating the head, then opened wide to slide her mouth over the bulge. Her eyes never left his, and although it appeared painful to have her mouth stretched so far, I could easily see how much she idolized him. I watched her head begin to bob and her cheeks begin to hollow from the suction she was applying. She breathed exclusively through her nose as she bobbed further and further down his shaft. I saw him lift his ass off the couch when his head first entered her throat, and I knew just how he felt. You couldn't help yourself-you just wanted it further down her throat.

I couldn't believe she was going to try to get all of it in, but within fifteen or twenty strokes she had her nose against the smooth skin of his pubic bone. I watched her throat muscles move during the few seconds she left him as deep as he could get, and his groan signaled his release. She pulled back so only the head of his gigantic cock was still in her mouth, and I watched her throat muscles struggle to swallow everything. It was impossible, and come dribbled out the side of her mouth and down his cock.

She looked up at him the entire time he came and continued to do so while she licked the spilled semen off his softening cock. When he was clean, she stood and kissed him. He was still seated and she only had to bend slightly to match her lips to his. I watched their tongues intertwine as his hands found her tits again. I was throbbing and the control I was so proud of was being severely tested.

He continued to kiss her while moving his hands to her ass. He spread his legs so she could move her body against his, then he lifted her knee to place it beside him on the couch. She understood immediately, and brought her other knee up as he leaned back. I watched her rub her shaved cunt against his shaved cock until he regained his erection. They continued to kiss with tremendous passion as I continued to fight for control of mine. I unzipped and unfastened my trousers, then hooked my thumbs under both my boxers and my trousers to slip them down. At least the friction of the cloth on my cock was removed.

And then it happened. My fantasies centered on this act for years, and nearly eight months after that first night when I broached the subject of another man to Gina, I saw her mount Walt. The possessor of a cock worthy of a true stud entered her tight cunt. Furthermore, the owner of this cock wasn't just any man; he was a man she loved. He was my boss. And he was almost assuredly the father of the child growing in her womb.

I could only see her face in profile when she turned to look back at me, but I could hear perfectly. The sounds she made while they kissed and she rode his cock were unmistakably the sounds of arousal, and I even heard an occasional groan from Walt. She stopped kissing and pushed herself into a sitting position. She left her hands on his perfectly smooth chest, and he put his hands on her perfect tits. Their eyes locked onto each other, and as she rode his cock her words came out on the slow upstroke, her moans and groans on the faster downstroke.

"Ooohhh god... mmm... ooohhh Walt honey... aahh... that feels so good... mmm... fuck me... mmm... fuck me... nnn... fuck me... ooohh... ooohh god... mmm... I love your cock..."

I watched his hands cup her tits and noted that his rhythmic squeezing matched her strokes. She had her knees positioned perfectly to slide the entire length of his cock when she raised and lowered her hips. I was amazed at how far she could raise without disengaging his cock. Gina mentioned one night while I fucked her that she had measured his cock-an activity that, by the way, Walt said was typical of all his dates. She was getting all nine inches with each glide; and its 71/2-inch circumference exerted enough force, despite her slick wetness, to drag her pussy lips out each time her hips rose.

My positioning was also perfect: I was slightly to the side, but mainly behind her. My cock was in the lift off position, and the slightest touch was sure to trigger ignition. I was sorely tempted to touch it just to see if I could maintain control if I did. I didn't because I was fairly certain I couldn't. I let my senses control me-it was as if I turned conscious thought off, and my senses of sight, sound, smell and, vicariously, touch permeated my being.

Their eyes remained on each other as their arousal escalated in tandem. His hands moved from her tits to her ass, and he used the strength in his arms to control the speed, the height, and the frequency of her motion up and down his tremendous cock. He also began to match her hip motions with his own, and as she dropped down, he thrust up. The longer they fucked, the more violent this collision between her downthrust and his upthrust became. It shook her tits, it rippled the muscles and tissue of her ass, and it got louder. I could tell he was nearing his climax: he moved his hands to the junction between her thighs and hips and began to thrust upward at a rapid rate.

Walt's eyes that had focused so intently on my wife glazed as his pleasure centered on the sense of feeling in his cock. His involuntary grunts and groans accompanied Gina's disjointed words, and their excitement was directly proportional to the unintelligibility of the sounds they made. My excitement followed theirs, and I knew I was going to have a simultaneous orgasm. Although only a spectator while they fucked, I would be a participant at the climax. I was just waiting for them-the slightest touch to my hair trigger would shoot my gun.

"Ooohhh... god... ooohhhh... Walt... mmmm....fuck me... ooohhh god... nnngg... ooohhh.... that... feels...so good... ooohh... god... fill me... mmm... fuck me... ooohhh.... I'm... I'm... coming... ooohhh... god... yes... yes... ooohhh... god... fuck me.... ooohhh god.... oohhh god... yes..."

I could see the spasms in the tube just under his balls, so I knew she was being injected with his come while he came. I watched until the peak intensity of their orgasms had waned, then I just barely squeezed my own cock and the geyser erupted. The contractions were so powerful some of my come reached eye level, and my own groan must have caused Gina to turn around. I barely noticed her watching my orgasm and I didn't care if Walt was watching. Every fiber of my being was concentrating on my cock, and I know I've never had a more powerful orgasm.

Gina disengaged from Walt and stepped over to me. She whispered in my ear.

"Should we tell him about the sonogram?" I nodded yes.

"Walt honey, we had a doctor's appointment today. The sonogram showed I was going to have a boy."

I watched his face. He smiled. I think he knew it was his-hell, Gina and I had been fucking without birth control for ten years with no success, and six weeks after he first fucked her she was pregnant. He provided a gift I was unable to give, plus he had just fulfilled a fantasy that had dominated my imagination for many years.

I looked at Gina when I said it. I hadn't yet run it past her.

"We're going to name him Walt."

She glowed as her smile and her eyes told me she liked it. She was happy with my announcement, but Walt was almost giddy. His persona didn't include giddiness as a character condition, but it did that day.

They kissed and said their final good-byes. Walt made it clear that their affair was over. He said he never went back, only forward, and that he had a date with someone else tomorrow. I just sat and listened while he talked. He thanked us for a wonderful experience, one he would never forget, and hoped we would be happy as parents. He talked for ten or fifteen minutes about the fun he and Gina had, then he stood, got dressed and left.

He wasn't gone fifteen seconds before I was fucking her. My cock had remained embarrassingly hard while Gina and Walt had kissed as he made his farewell speech, and Gina was expecting my assault. It was a fuck filled with my lust, but it was also a fuck filled with sadness. Just as the memory of one's first fuck is indelibly inscribed, one's first adultery is usually a milestone memory. Fortunately, both her first fuck and her first adultery evoke pleasurable memories; and in Gina's case it was the adultery that was the most intense experience-for both of us.

She is head-over-heels in love with Walt, but I'm sure she knows it is over. We will have a true family when Walt is born, so we have that. We also have the memories. I know it will take a while for Gina to recover, but there is no doubt in my mind that she will remember the entire experience with great fondness.

The white-hot brilliance she and Walt shared for so long was a dull ache in Gina's heart, but her raw sexuality made her respond to my cock. I held her hands above her head and pistoned with forceful thrusts, then looked into her eyes.

"Did you ever wonder.....mmmm you still have the tightest pussy....what another man would feel like?"