The Sugar Baby

After my third orgasm, which left me gasping around the cockhead in my mouth, Sylvia lifted her hips into the air, so that she was face down in my pussy with her ass up. "Fuck me, Lee," she said. "Fuck me with that fat cock. Fuck me now."

"Yes, ma'am," my husband said and he rolled over me and stood by the bed, then jogged around behind Sylvia, his fat cock in his hand. Soon he had his hand on the small of her back and I could tell he was brushing his big head up and down her pussy, mixing his precum with her wetness. I had felt that lovely, thumping rub so many times. I just ached for what used to follow it before my pussy had dried up too much for his girth.

"Get ready, baby girl," I said to Sylvia. "You're gonna love this."

With a slow push, my husband thrust his cock deep into Sylvia's pussy. She reared her head up, eyes wide with surprise.

"Holy fuck," she said. "He's gonna pop one of my eyes out from back there."

We both giggled and my husband grasped Sylvia's hips and slowly pumped his hips. I knew how that went: inch by thick inch getting slick with pussy juices, each gentle thrust opening that pussy wider. How I missed that feeling. When he bottomed out in Sylvia's pussy, his cock buried in her as far as she could take him, she sobbed once and said, "Fuck me, please fuck me." My husband looked me in the eye and smiled at me like his cock was buried in me and began to pump the girl faster. Sylvia rested her head on my thigh and her hand against my mound. With every thrust of my husband's hips, the heel of her hand bumped against my clit. Sylvia was delirious, her eyes rolling and her mouth a slack O as he fucked her steadily.

"Feels like he'll split you open, doesn't it?" I said to her and caressed her hair. Sylvia nodded and let out a little squeak from her throat. My husband gripped her ass cheeks in his hands, then raised his arm and spanked the girl with two loud smacks. Sylvia gasped and yelped and pushed her face into my pussy. She tried kissing my pussy sloppily as he fucked her faster. I recognized the rhythm of his fucking, knew he'd reached a the point where he was starting to feel the cum rising in his cock. He still looked me in the eyes, breathing heavy, his throat and chest flushed and damp with sweat. He put one hand on Sylvia's back and reached the other out for mine. We clasped hands and he mouthed to me, "I love you" and he came. I saw the orgasm twist his face and then I heard Sylvia yelp and begin to orgasm as his flood of semen pumped into her. I knew that rush so well, the hot gushing from his cock. He'd always been a huge cummer, ever since he learned to jack off properly. He'd told me that once after filling my mouth during a sunset blowjob on a hotel balcony while we were dating. I could hear his cock wetly smacking against her pussy.

He slowed his thrusts, tensed for one last pulse of cum, then pulled out of Sylvia. She lowered her hips to the mattress and lay her head on my stomach. My husband lay down next to me and we kissed and there was a passion in that kiss I hadn't felt in a year.

"Happy?" I asked, stroking his cheek.

"Happy," he said back, and he kissed me while he caressed Sylvia's hair.

After a few moments, Sylvia scooted up to lay on the other side of me, so warm and so curvy and so beautiful. "More," she whispered to me. "I want more."

I kissed her mouth and my husband leaned over me and kissed her after me. I nodded to her and drew her close. Soon she was dozing against my chest and my husband turned off the light.

The next morning we woke with Sylvia between us, my hand between her thighs as I spooned her, and her hand wrapped around my husband's morning wood as she spooned him. I was awakened by the movement of her arm as she stroked his cock. I kissed her shoulders and pulled my hand from between her warm, damp thighs to fondle her breast. "Good morning," I whispered to her.

"Good morning," she said, smiling. "Is he always this hard when he wakes up?"

I nodded and she giggled. "I'm so glad you could take him," I said to her, pulling gently on her nipple and nuzzling the back of her neck. "He loves nothing more than coming inside a woman, and I can't give it to him any more."

Sylvia continued to stroke his cock. She looked back over her shoulder and said, "What if that isn't true?"

I shook my head. "What's that mean?"

Sylvia rolled over and put her hand on my hip. She kissed my mouth and smiled. "Trust me?"

I'd let this girl fuck my husband and eat my pussy in our marriage bed. I did trust her, even though we'd paid her. I nodded and Sylvia gently laid me on my back. We kissed again, my arms around her. Sylvia gently pushed my thighs apart and ran her fingertip along my damp labia. I shuddered from her touch.

"Where did you learn this?" I asked.

"Catholic girls' school," she said with a wink and then put the fingertip that had been stimulating my pussy to my lips. I briefly tasted myself and then relaxed.

Sylvia gently ran her finger up and down my lips, occasionally circling my clit with her thumb. After a few breaths of her manipulation, she slid her finger inside me up to her second knuckle. Her slender finger filled me and I gasped.

"Gentle," I said, though she was a feather touch on my pussy. She started to finger-fuck me, her fingertip grazing the ceiling of my vagina, pressing the same sweet spot she'd hit the night before. My legs involuntarily twitched and spread wider. Sylvia kissed my stomach, my ribs, my nipple.

"I adore your chest," she said quietly. "So elegant, so pretty." I reached up and caressed her hair.

Sylvia fingered me, going slowly deeper. I was getting very wet, could feel my pussy dripping back towards my ass. Her finger made the faintest sound pushing in and out of me. I breathed deep and heavy and relished the rhythm of her motion inside me. I felt my pussy fill even tighter. Sylvia had slipped a second finger into me. Her two fingers together weren't even close to the girth of my husband's cock, but I felt so good, fuller than I had in a long time. "How's that feel?" she asked. I nodded and felt the beginning waves of an orgasm ripple through me, my nipples stiffening, goosebumps raising across my chest and arms. Sylvia smiled and fingered me deeper and more slowly.

"Just relax," she said. "Your pussy is tight but you still get wet. I don't think you ever really needed lube. I wonder if you did too many Kegels." She winked at me. I did do a lot of that exercise, had since I was in college. A senior girl in my sorority had taught them to me in her bed one weekend, told me they'd keep my cunt from getting sloppy. Her words. I'd believed them. I'd always doubted the exercise had closed up my pussy. I knew it was just age, then fear. Fear of pain. Fear of hurting my husband. Fear of losing.

"Grip me that way," Sylvia said. I squeezed her fingers with my pussy. "Oh. So strong," she said. "If Lee had a typical cock, you'd be fine. But I think all you need is a good..." She twisted her hand. Suddenly there were three fingers inside me, still smaller than my husband's cock but so much larger than even my favorite toy. "... fingering" Sylvia pushed her fingers into me and spread them apart. My pussy fought back, squeezing her hand.

"You can do it, hon," my husband said. He'd rolled over and was watching our girl masturbate me . His cock filled his big, rough fist and precum was drooling onto his fingers and the skin of my leg. I looked at him and smiled and nodded. Sylvia smiled at me and began to fuck me with her hand. Soon she had all of her fingers pulled together and pushing me open wider than I had been in longer than I could remember. She was so beautiful, her full breasts hanging down, her hips wiggling in time to her hand fucking me. A second or third orgasm rushed through me, shallow, hitched to the next one by a thin, vibrating line running through me from my clit to my ass to my nipples and throat, out to my fingertips and ears and behind my knees. I could feel the walls of my pussy opening and contracting easily around Sylvia's hand.

"What are you doing to me?" I panted like I'd run five miles.

"One more and I think you'll be ready, baby," Sylvia said. She balled her slender hand into a fist with her fingers inside me. I felt my pussy suddenly go loose. It felt just like when I'd let go of the barbell at the gym, suddenly so relaxed that nothing in my body hurt. My head felt light and as Sylvia pulsed her fist inside my suddenly open pussy, I came hard enough that I groaned.

"Now, Lee. Now."

Sylvia pulled her hand out of me with a barely audible slap. I reached for her, not wanting her to leave me. She rolled off of me and my husband took her place, his massive cock pointed at my gaping pussy. He bent down, kissed me and slid his cock in me all the way to its base in one glorious, long thrust. My pussy gripped him softly, firmly. We were together like hadn't happened in years. "Oh, Julie," he said, almost a sob. "You feel so good."

He began to fuck me, his hips pumping me like a big, thick, warm machine. His cock filled me. I wanted it all the way in me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. Chest to chest we bucked hard together, his cock filling me and then pulling back, slamming into me harder. We fucked like we were 15 years younger. My husband was inside me. "My husband is inside me!" I shouted out. Sylvia laughed.

My husband breathed heavy into my ear. "I'm going to cum inside you, Julie." I ran my fingernails across his back, then down to his ass and pulled him deep into my pussy.

"Cum for me," I whispered back.

My husband's back arched and I felt the first hot spray of cum inside me. He thrusted into me as deep as he could and his hips bucked with every shot of semen. Five, six, seven floods of his cum filled me. I came hard as well, my pussy gripping his cock like a fist. He thrust into me hard, then again more softly, then once more until coming to rest inside me, our faces mashed together.

Sylvia laughed and clapped her hands with glee. "I knew you could do it!" she squealed. She collapsed down next to us and gave each of us a happy kiss on the lips. My hand squeezed her ass. My husband kissed her breast.

"That was beautiful to watch," Sylvia said. "I've never seen anything like it."

I told her we hadn't felt anything like it in so long. We thanked her over and over. Eventually we all lay in a heap, my husband's cum drooling from my pussy, Sylvia tracing her fingertips around my nipples, my husband nibbling my ear.

"So this is what a sugar baby does," my husband said. "I think I like it."

"Me too," I said. "More," I said to Sylvia. "I want more."

Sylvia nodded, her eyes wide. "Me too."

I began to think about a bigger bed, our guest room turned into a bedroom for our wonderful girl, all kinds of glowing visions of bliss. Then I felt Sylvia's soft lips on my neck, her slender fingers tracing my hip, saw my husband kissing a trail down her spine, and I was lost in the present moment again.