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Click hereWith that Terry inserts the tip of the big black dildo from our first film into her pussy. Her snatch, having been neglected for more than an hour, is ready for more and she works up a lather, a thin white foam coating the black schlong. She turns her head to me after a few minutes of working herself up and says "I'm ready."
I am hard as stone. The relief given me two hours before has worn off, and I am ready to finish what I've started. I slowly insert my cock into her wanting ass and she slows the assault on her pussy to adjust to the new sensation. Soon Terry is welcoming both cocks with relish. She is sweating so hard that a rivulet of the liquid has gathered and run down between her breasts. I am lost in her completely. There are no street noises, no sun, no air conditioner buzzing in my ear, just an indescribable woman so attached to me that all else fades.
Soon it is more than I can stand. I realized later that we were both screaming, both breathing like broken bellows. The throbbing that had grown intolerable in my crotch runs all the way to my toes and flows back through me until it shoots forth from my cock in a massive gout of semen that fills her bowels with the wet sticky substance. I came and came and came until life itself seemed to pour out of me and I collapsed atop the bed behind her.
I rise to clean camera three's lense, which is covered with her spunk.
"Wow Chase, Terry is just amazing. That was twelve by the way. Thank God for you man, just thank God. I'm going to leave Terry the vibrator now and get a bath because she's worn me out. After she rests, she's going to see if she wants more.
CAMERA ONE; 5:20 P.M.
I walk back into the room off to the left. Terry has laid back on the bed, her legs in an extended "V" and the Hitachi snugged between them. She is finishing another climax and has rolled onto her side.
"I'm done" she says. "That's nineteen Chase."
"Chase, I think that's it for today, because your wife was about to kill me, maybe herself too" I said patting her ass.
"Honestly, I don't even begin to understand this. You've already gotten this ridiculous gift, this incredible woman's love. But you've been fucking around on her for a decade. And yet, she still seems to want to keep you. It's a Goddamned miracle, that's what it is. If I were you, I'd take this film as a night in the penalty box, thank my lucky stars, and never even look at another woman as long as I lived. Maybe, just maybe, if you're lucky enough, someday she might trust you enough to let her hair down and be herself with you like she has me. If that happens, you'd be the luckiest little fuck on this planet. Assuming of course you don't have a heart attack trying to keep up with her." Terry bellowed out a laugh.
"You think you could carry me to the bathtub?" she asked.
"I would be honored" I replied.
- COMMENTS
Jellyish9 months agoYou are an amazing writer. I’ve lost count at how many orgasms I’ve had reading your stories! I wish all guys were as knowledgeable about what women like as your characters!
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoHer husband did not respond well to her screening of their film project.
Perpetually ditzy, she was flummoxed by the depth of his anger and quickly spilled everything she knew about her paramour, the lawyer turned marital and sexual therapist. Three months later, the defeathered legal eagle was assaulted late one night in the parking lot of a rather seedy bar not far from his home in the Florida Keys. Of course, his injuries precluded any subsequent sexual activity during this lifetime, but the severity of his facial disfigurement would have made it very difficult for him to find a willing partner anyway. The husband had an iron clad alibi for the time of the attack, oddly almost too good to be true, and the assailant was never apprehended.
Anonymousabout 4 years agoshe knows he is a cheater so she lowers herself down to the level of a cheater and she doesn't want a divorce?
Why wouldn't she just divorce and then move on? Why would he now want her back?
Just makes no sense to me.
Greyheaded1about 4 years agoProperlyTwisted’s plot is based on mismatched husband and wife and a sex guru/guide that opens wife up to her wildly sexual self instead of the reserved wife known by the husband. The only character development/exposure is wife masterbating and having wild sex. Sex guru just wants sex and husband is described as having an affair.
I did not empathize with her pain because the revenge was going to kill the marriage.
She should detonate the nuke and move on either with sex guru or looking for next partner. She and hubby were not a match. The author doesn’t tell us why but it doesn’t matter after this revenge.
Even if she never shared the videos her memories will poison her picture of her husband.
ProperlyTwisted could attempt a post nuclear fallout chapter to explore husband’s reason for affair and how wife is after she learns about better sex with guru. Many avenues to explore relationships and erotic encounters. Does she reveal the video to husband?
