Broken Marriage

Becky's pussy was a sight to behold - smooth, pink, and glistening with anticipation. I couldn't resist the urge any longer. With a devilish grin, I slowly slid myself into her wetness, savouring every inch of tightness that surrounded me.

Fuck, she felt amazing. Even though she had been thoroughly pleasured by my tongue earlier, her pussy still clung onto me like a vice. It was almost as if it didn't want to let go of the pleasure it had experienced.

I pushed further inside her, relishing in the sensation of her walls gripping me tightly. The combination of her wetness and tightness threatened to make me cum right then and there, but I fought against it with every ounce of willpower I had left.

I started pumping in and out of Becky's pussy, starting slow and gentle at first. Each thrust sent shivers down my spine as I revelled in the feeling of being enveloped by her warmth. Her moans filled the room, urging me on to go deeper and harder.

As our rhythm intensified, so did my desire for more. I increased the speed and power of my thrusts, driving myself deeper into Becky's welcoming depths. She arched her back in response, meeting each one of my movements with equal fervour.

Lifting one of Becky's legs onto my shoulder while leaning forward on my arms allowed for an even deeper penetration. Her pussy was fully exposed now - ready for me to fuck her senseless.

With renewed vigour, I pounded into Becky with all the force I could muster. Our bodies collided loudly as skin slapped against skin - an erotic symphony echoing throughout the room. Every stroke brought us closer to ecstasy.

My balls tightened as pleasure surged through every fibre of my being. The pressure building within me was reaching its breaking point; I knew that release was imminent.

I came first. I tensed and drove my pulsating cock as deep into her as physically possible, shooting her full of my seed. The orgasm ripped through me, leaving me momentarily breathless and satisfied.

As I caught my breath, a wave of guilt washed over me. I could tell Becky had not climaxed. She finds it hard to orgasm through penetration alone. So, despite the post-orgasm haze that clouded my mind, I wanted to make sure she got off too from penetration.

I kissed her hard on the mouth, our tongues coiling around each other in a desperate dance of desire. Then I moved down her body, kissing her neck with fervour before moving to her collarbone and lavishing attention on her breasts - those beautiful fucking breasts that drove me wild with lust.

My lips trailed lower and lower, planting kisses on her stomach and inner thighs until finally reaching the destination that begged for my attention: her pussy.

Becky tried to pull me away at first, saying it was okay and that she didn't need any more pleasure after what we had just experienced together. But fuck that shit; I wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

I ignored her protests and put my mouth back on her pussy, looking directly into her eyes as if daring her to stop me. The taste of our mixed fluids didn't bother me one bit; in fact, it only made my hunger for more.

I began licking and sucking on Becky's pussy like it was the last meal on Earth - devouring every inch of delicate flesh with an insatiable appetite. Her moans grew louder as she grabbed onto my hair and pushed my head even deeper into the wetness between her legs.

Not content with just oral stimulation alone, I inserted two fingers inside of her while continuing to stimulate her clit with my tongue. The combination made Becky squirm beneath me - a symphony of pleasure escaping her lips with each movement.

I could feel Becky's body tense up as she approached another mind-blowing orgasm. Her moans grew louder, her fingers digging into my hair with desperation. I knew she was on the edge of ecstasy, and I wanted to push her over that edge.

With a wicked grin, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and quickly plunged my throbbing cock into her empty, waiting cunt. The sensation of me penetrating her already stimulated walls was enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through both of us.

Becky's body convulsed as the first wave of orgasm hit her like a wave. Her fingers dug into my back, leaving faint marks in their wake. She bit down on my shoulder, the mix of pain and pleasure driving us both wild with desire.

Not one to hold back, I increased my speed and force as I thrust into her relentlessly. Each movement elicited a gasp or moan from Becky's lips - music to my ears. She wrapped her legs around me tightly, urging me to go deeper.

I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, squeezing it almost painfully. She was coming undone beneath me - a symphony of sensations echoing throughout the room. And then it happened - her muscles contracted around my cock as she reached the peak of pleasure.

The intensity overwhelmed me as I exploded inside her, filling her tightness with hot spurts of cum. It was an explosion that seemed to last forever in those fleeting moments - pure bliss mingled with raw desire.

As soon as I pulled out of Becky's quivering pussy, we both collapsed beside each other on the bed. Our bodies were slick with sweat and our breaths heavy from exertion. We lay there for a few minutes in silence, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow.

Alone in my bed as I masturbated to the memories of Emma and Becky, I came hard. The lack of intimacy with my wife had left me quite pent up. Fuck, what a sad state of affairs it was when jerking off to past sexual encounters became the highlight of my sorry excuse for a sex life.

Lying spent in bed, I was now feeling quite sleepy. But before I succumbed to slumber's sweet embrace, I couldn't help but check my phone one last time. Maybe, just maybe, Emma or Becky had replied to my desperate WhatsApp message. Disappointingly, there were no new notifications from either of them.

With a sigh mixed with frustration and resignation, I tossed my phone aside and closed my eyes. Perhaps tomorrow would bring something different - an opportunity for real connection and pleasure instead of these pathetic solo sessions that left me wanting more.