A Wager With Sadie: 024

Sadie was taking it. His very own wife was taking the biggest cock he’d ever seen into her body.

Quan’s skin shone in the low light. The room had grown hot despite the light tropical breeze coming through the open windows. He looked incredible and masterful over beautiful feminine Sadie. Her knees were high, her pretty feet in the air. And that wrist-thick black cock was disappearing inside her. Deep, then pulling out, shining. So deep, now the condom wasn’t seen. The entire length of condom-wrapped cock was in his wife. That was bare cock spreading into her inch by inch now. Sadie was taking it. Urging Quan to go deeper. Making sounds that were driving Teddy out of his mind. His cock throbbed and flexed in his pants. But if he palmed it, or even touched it lightly, he would shoot his load. So he suffered, writhing in the chair, the husband who’d instigated this, promoted it, made it happen. Getting what he wanted. While he watched his wife getting what she didn’t know she wanted.

But it was clear now his wife was into this game.

She could do this. Do it and keep her husband present. Pushing Quan’s hair from his face so her husband could see them kiss. Raising her knee so high her husband could watch this other man’s cock go inside her. Saying things he knew she meant to drive her husband out of his mind.

You feel so good. You’re so big.

Even when she was silent, those words she’d uttered rolled over and over in his brain like a litany.

You’re so big. You feel so good.

And the soft moaning, caressing Quan’s face. Caressing this other man’s neck and face while they kissed. Touching his muscles. Enjoying the supreme masculinity of her lover. Getting pleasure—sexual pleasure—her husband could never deliver.

But wasn’t he delivering it now?

He watched for what seemed like an hour as Quan fucked his wife with her knees up, submissive missionary, kissing, that huge cock pulling out then pushing in. Sadie taking it deep. And Sadie’s gasps and moans came quicker. Quan building her to new heights.

Between gasping kisses, Sadie would moan Yes.

Then they kissed and she would pull back to thrust her head in the pillow. Oh yes. The words whisked through her hoarse throat.

“God, yes, yes, faster, ooh, mm, a little faster, oh my God...”

When she came again, Teddy watched her hands go to fists, her biceps flexing, wrists rotating on either side of Quan’s broad muscular back. She drew in a breath, uttered a strange gasping sound; her toes pointed and her thighs began to shake. And she let it all out, a whimpering sound like she missed the intense but fading pleasure of the orgasm Quan had just given her.

***

Though she’d gone muzzy, she tried to comply with Quan’s guiding hands. He pulled his cock out—and there again, that wonderful weight of his heavy wet meat on her belly—and rolled her over.

She got on her knees and elbows, still foggy, dove her hands forward underneath the pillow and brought her rear end up like a cat stretching. Quan guided her much the same way he’d guided her in the yoga class.

Only now they were naked. He was hard. She was so fucking wet.

It wasn’t just from the lubricated condom. In this ass-up pose, she looked down her own belly and could see the insides of her thighs shining right to where her knees planted in the bedding.

“Put it in,” she whispered, tucked a chin at her shoulder and said, “hurry…”

Quan gripped one hand on the narrow of her waist, guided himself in to her eager petals. When he pushed into her again, there was no pain or surprise at his size, only hungry pleasure. She pushed back on her hands to drive herself into his thrust.

“Oh fuck, yes, holy fuck, mm, you’re so good...”

Now he gripped her waist with two big hands and he fucked her for real. She was loose and ready, and now they could really go for it.

***

Quan fucked Sadie like a dog.

Only his wife was feline and catlike, wasn’t she? Her long, lithe body, toned with muscle, her arms stretched out ahead of her, that flexible back curled upward to present her pussy to another man.

Quan gripped her hips, one knee planted in the bed, one knee up and foot down. He fucked her hard and deep. Going slow, going fast. He got Sadie thrashing.

Her head whipped around, and when he caught flashes of his wife’s face, her beautiful features were twisted in tormented ecstasy.

She babbled encouragement. “Oh yes, yes, oh my God, you feel so fucking good, yeah, like that.”

The veins stood out in his own arms, and his heart pounded so hard his neck felt like a big fat fire hose. This was ten times more powerful than he could ever imagine. Regret and shame flooded him, but he fought it back. This was his whim. This was his will. This would never happen without him. It was his creation. His to endure and his to enjoy.

He had to admit, as much as it twisted on his heart muscle, his wife looked incredible and pure. This was her raw sexuality. He would never see this from her if it was up to him. He could never dominate and control his wife, not the way Quan could. And in that he found a blessed gift.

This was a facet of his wife that would otherwise be forever hidden. Not just from him, but from her too. His grace allowed her this otherworldly pleasure.

Now they fucked so hard the bed rattled. Sadie’s gasps came quick and short and louder and louder. He knew she was going to come again.

He grabbed the inside of his thigh and risked nudging a thumb knuckle against his testicles. It got his cock flexing in his pants, and a liquid thrill rushed through him enough to get him shuddering. He was spitting lubricant into his shorts right now.

He wanted so bad to be there on the bed with her. Wanted so bad to be the one thrusting his cock into her and making those sounds come from her. He never fell short pleasuring his wife. Never left her unsatisfied. But he could never push her up this high.

Not unless he ushered in another man like Quan.

***

The orgasms were rolling through Sadie like a lopsided barrel down a hill, and he couldn’t deny it. He’d never seen anything like it.

His wife was a babbling mess. All the muscles in her perfect body stood out, flexing, tensing, relaxing, flexing again. Her ribs pressed out against her skin; her stomach heaved for breath; her breasts shook and bounced with each mighty thrust from Quan’s powerful hips. And her expression? bewilderment, complete disbelief that sex could be this good. His wife was on another planet now, fucked into a different dimension. Her lips hung open, they pouted, they pursed as she gasped or moaned. Her eyes were closed, and when they weren’t, they were narrow and glassy.

Each quivering orgasm height—he was convinced his wife was enduring a constant state of orgasm at this moment—got her barking a hoarse whispering sound and her thighs would shake and shudder. Quan fucked her through it, no pausing for her to snatch the orgasm up for herself and enjoy it, he’d just power her through to the next one.

***

Could you pass out from an orgasm?

Because she was going to.

Her body was at once tense, but also boneless. Powerless. Her muscles existed only to provide resistance to Quan’s thrusting of that huge cock into her conquered pussy. The overflowing wet ran rivulets down the insides of her thighs.

Orgasm after orgasm shivered through her, one on top of the other so she was never afforded a moment of reprieve, a second to catch her breath.

At last, she whimpered and chuckled weakly, totally subdued and vanquished, her stomach fluttering and too feeble to hold tight anymore. She slumped and sagged, pleasure folding over her like a thick duvet, cutting off the light and inviting her to deep and sound slumber.

Quan fucked her lifeless, letting her ease onto her tummy on the bed. He slowed.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, hoping he could hear her.

Face down, her ass still tilted up so he could get that thing inside her, Quan planted hands on either side of her. She gripped a wrist as he went deep again. He kissed her cheek and she moaned.

“Oh, slow,” she said, “mm, you feel so fucking amazing.”

Quan eased it in and out of her, bringing shocks and shivers that got her flooded with hot pleasure and sent jolts and shivers through her that got her toes flexing, her ass writhing against him in protracted circles so she could feel that incredible stretch he delivered.

Low and close to her ear, he said, “I wanted to fuck you so bad.”

“You did?”

“Soon as I saw you walk that body into my class I had to fight my dick.”

“I made you hard?”

“You were working to do it, don’t deny it.”

“No, I didn’t,” she said bashfully, playfully, like a high school girl, almost snickering.

“You liked torturing me, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t torture you,” she sighed as he ground his hips to meet her arcing hips.

“You gave me the worst case of blue balls, Sadie.”

“How did I do that?”

“Teasing me in the river.”

“What did I do—” He went deep again and got her gasping and whimpering.

“But I own you now.”

“I never owned you.”

“You teased me till my balls were swollen.”

“Mm,” she moaned and bit her lip, grinding her ass into him. “Are they going to explode?”

“They’re about to,” he said, face hovering over her cheek. She turned her head to kiss him and he took her mouth as he still fucked her planted body.

She sucked on his lower lip, his cock in her belly feeling like heaven. She let it go, said, “Get on your back for me.”

***

Quan punished Sadie from behind, his wife flat on the bed and her perfect ass pushed up. He fucked her slow and steady and they traded close and quiet whispers Teddy couldn’t hear.

But now Quan was withdrawing that glistening condom-wrapped weapon from Sadie’s pussy. He moved aside from her and went to his back, propping his head up on the pillows and getting comfortable, cock bouncing on his stomach muscles.

Next to Quan, Sadie lifted up from the bed, moving a little clumsy and languid, getting to her knees and then tidying her hair. He watched his wife’s muscle move under her skin, her athletic frame shown off in the light, and reflecting a sheen of sweat. Sadie knee-walked closer to Quan, then straddled him, flopping over his body then and kissing him while his huge dark hands caressed her back and her ass.

Now her hand appeared between her legs and she gripped Quan’s cock, tried to angle it upright. but it was long and thick and she had to adjust her stance over him and lift her rump a little. She got it through and it rested up between her ass cheeks. She kissed Quan a while, humping her ass back against his cock, the tremendous thing wagging with her movements.

She reached behind now and used his cock to tease against her pussy, sliding against it, mushing her ass back to make its dorsal side run over her swollen sex.

But now she sat back against it, the thing running up to rest it’s tip on the small of her back. She still reached around, stroking it underhand, but her face turned to regard teddy over her shoulder. She bit on her lower lip, watching him through narrow and sultry eyes.

The stroking of her hand became something else. It worked on unrolling Quan’s condom. her eyes never left teddy’s as she scrolled up the condom then tugged the tip until it snapped free. Then she moaned and humped her ass against Quan’s naked cock.

She whispered, “This okay, Teddy Bear?”