The Chuffing
The huffing and puffing, the rutting, and, oh, the continual chuffing. His enormous, fat, wide, long, drooling cock sliding into me - pounding into me - marking me as his, my womb wide open to his wild, animal-like ministrations.
The chuffing.
I say this as I am coming awake, or something, into a more conscious state from the perpetual, aching, swooning orgasm he has been giving me for the past thirty minutes. I feel every ripple of his musculature, the veins in his arms, the sweat and muscles of his stomach, his back, his neck, and his muscular ass.
Chuff, chuff, chuff...he ruts and moans as he takes me. I am in spellbound silence - or possibly screaming - I don't know at the moment, and I don't care. How did this happen, you ask? Well, let me tell you.
Setting the Stage:
My wonderful, brilliant, built, and hung hubby and I have been married now for going on 16 years. At the time we met, I was dating a handsome, hung, built, empty-headed stud who was, to be sure, just lots of fun. We went to Hawaii, Portugal, and Vegas. He was a senior manager in one of the Big 8 firms at the time and had clientele all over the world. Whatever he knew about accounting, believe me, it did not translate into a man with whom I could have conversations. But we met online, and he had a nice cock, and I was bored. Plus, he had some charm, the time and money, and the means to make for some very - let's say - interesting weekends. It was he who introduced me to swinging. Before then, I had been with many men, and a few DPs with women, but didn't ever consider myself a "swinger" per se, just a girl with appetites.
And oh, I have appetites.
So, my boyfriend at the time and I (let's call him Pete) flew to Vegas one weekend, about six months into our whirlwind relationship, for dancing and gambling and drinking and fun. While we were there, Pete said he had a surprise for me: we were going to a swinger's club (a private one) where he had been before. Well, while Pete could fuck like a stallion, he had a hard time holding my attention for an evening, so I thought to myself, "This will be interesting. I wonder who else will be there?" I literally had no idea. Will they be swingers like the beautiful porn pros or swingers like the most skanky amateurs? Both? Neither? Packing for Vegas, I made sure to bring outfits that would tease, and please, that would beckon (to the extent that clothes can have that effect) and promote conversations with people who may, you know, want to. With me.
The chuffing.
I am imagining that I am mounted by some wild, throbbing, enormous alien force as I drift in and out of reality. The memories of my first true swinging keep making their way into the front of my mind...chuff, chuff...he ruts, I feel myself being taken, willingly - ohhh, so willingly - but a part of me is above my body, floating; the rut, the chuff, the incredible pleasure of it all...taking me to new heights. As I drift into the present, I hear his moans, and grunts: the low, guttural sounds of male primacy. My legs are splayed in the air, heels down, toes pointed. My body, my tits, my ass, my pussy: all in motion, in rhythm, in and out of syncopation, but in total and complete surrender to this dark, muscular, beautiful, sexy bull plowing me as if I am his personal sperm bag. At this moment (and for many moments before, and a few after), I am his. I so am.
My tits ache. Not from rough handling, but from desire. His cock pounds my cervix, which seems attached at every stroke, every thrust, to my sensitive nipples. My God, I think, "Just please fuck me."
I realize I am actually saying that out loud. My hands are on his back, neck, and shoulders, milking his oh, so full balls. This man is fucking me in the present, with hubby there, someplace (I think... hehe...), and his cock is also a time machine, taking me back to my first day - first night - with the man I love. One whom I now see is eagerly watching me, stroking his very beautiful, nine-inch cock, and grinning.
"Can you know where my mind is, love? Can you guess?" I ask, out of breath.
"No, Babe. I have no idea where he is taking you, but you must tell me sometime," he says. He says more, but I am trailing off again, a useless fuck doll for the express use of this massive, handsome, respectful gentleman Dan has found for me.