Unspoken Pleasure

She stopped for a moment, looking at the camera, and smiling wickedly. She then began planting wet kisses up and down his immense shaft.

“Fuckkk. That’s it Anna. Show him how much you love this big hog.”

I heard a giggle, and then the video stopped.

I replayed it immediately, and I only made it a few seconds in to my second viewing before I erupted, cumming on my lap.

“I need to see you.” I texted her urgently, deliriously. A few moments and then a reply, “I’ll be home in a minute, I’m gonna make him cum.”

I groaned, leaning back into the sofa, a bizarre wave of relaxation overcame me, almost as if I feel into a momentary trance. Just as I was about to drift into a sleep the sliding door opened. Anna walked in, disheveled, but she wasn’t scantily clad this time. She was actually still in the same dress that she wore to work, but her lipstick was smeared.

She looked down and saw my exposed dick, and the mess I made.

“So… I guess you liked the video?”

I looked at her, but could only make out a nod.

She smiled, giggling again, “I need to go brush my teeth baby, he came a lot.” I looked on as her beautiful ass strode up the stairs.

I had a feeling it was going happen, and on the next Sunday, it inevitably did. My wife was frolicking naked around our pool, as was our neighbor. They were in and out of the water, kissing, petting. Bobs massive cock was on full display as he bounced around the patio. My wife showered it with playful compliments all afternoon. On occasion she would come over and sit with me as I laid out on one of the pool chairs, flirting with me in a buzzed state of erotic relaxation. We had all been drinking, Bob’s famous Moscow Mules were flowing heavily. It was an incredibly bizarre afternoon, but I was erect for nearly the entire duration of it, especially when I noticed the two of them quietly playing with each other under the waters surface. It was a surreal afternoon to say the least. We had gotten a late start on this particular Sunday, and before I knew it, dusk approached.

Suddenly, I awoke, it was night. I shook my head, looking around the patio and seeing no one. I stood up, groggily, the alcohol still lingering in my system. At first I heard silence, but that was quickly interrupted by a distant moan. It was muffled, but I was fearfully sure it was my wife. I panicked, not knowing where it was coming from. I ran into the house, looking around for her. She wasn’t in the living room. I bolted up the stairs into our bedroom. She wasn’t in there either, why would she be? I stood for a moment, wondering, and just as I was turning to leave, I saw them.

It was dark in our bedroom, but the light shining from Bobs was ever present. They were both naked, my wife was on his bed, spread out on all fours. Her head was titled back as she moaned in pleasure. Her large breasts were swaying back and forth as Bob fucked her pussy from behind. His thrusts were powerful, and his large hands were firmly grasping her delicate waist as he penetrated her sex. There was a clear sheen of sweat on both of them, almost as if they had been mating for hours.

I collapsed onto the edge of our bed, the wind knocked out of me in an instant. The cocktail of emotions swirling in my body was overwhelming, but the one that dominated them all was arousal. I exposed my dick, but dared not touch it, as I was near to exploding even without physical provocation.

I had never seen her like this, never heard her like this, even through two panes of glass her moans were incredible. Her fingers were clutching his bed sheets as he pummeled her sex, she was screaming as he plunged in and out of her pussy with his huge cock. I knew in an instant that he was reaching areas of her womanhood that I had never been. I knew he was making her pleasure releasing vaginal nerve endings fire off in ways that I hadn’t.

I suddenly realized that my jaw was wide open. I looked on in horror as Bob reached around, clutching her breasts, pulling her up into him as he fucked her.

“You like that baby?” Bob said. I could barely hear them, but their lips provided the context where the sound failed.

“I love it.” my wife replied.

He slowed, pulling out of her and spinning her around on his bed, he laid her down on her back. Her pussy looked swollen, inflamed, and soaking wet. His massive organ was coated in an unreal amount of her cream, there was almost a full lather along his shaft. I had never seen Anna yield so much of her womanly essence before.

He leaned down and kissed her breasts, and then her mouth, as he aligned his behemoth at her sex once again, slowly shoving himself inside of her. I watched in aroused fascination as his thick shaft spread her open, her soaking labia stretching and hugging his meat, never letting go. Her juices and her need caused her pussy to cling to his organ. Her womanhood craved his large cock.

She lifted her legs, moaning loudly, her pretty feet writhing in the air as he invaded her. I watched as her delicate toes curled as he began pumping into her once again. His large balls began slapping against the lilly rear of her plump ass as she received him. Her arms reaching around as she clutched into his back, clawing into his skin as he took her.

I was startled suddenly by my phone, ringing loudly in the darkness of the room. Somehow, it was Anna calling.

I trembled as I answered, saying, “Hello?” like an idiot. The phone wasn’t even in her hands.

I soon realized that it was somewhere under their sheets, and the call was accidental. It was a literal butt dial, one with the most punishing consequences.

The now clear sounds of their mating were harrowing. It shook me to my core as I heard her cries of pleasure. I set the phone to speaker, tossing it to my side in defeat.

“Give me that big cock Bobby! I fucking love ittt!”, her moans were intoxicating, surreal.

“I love fucking this tight pussy baby. God damn you’re the sexiest thing alive.” He grunted as he thrust into my wife.

Anna’s moans became fever pitch, and her squealing was giving way to something powerful looming in her loins, an orgasm brewing of the most intense magnitude.

“Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Bob! You’re gonna make… I’m, I’m gonna… I’m cumminggg!!” Her moan was primal. I looked on as her legs wrapped around his lower back, toes curling and locking downward. Her body erupted in convulsions as the most powerful orgasm of her life swept over her.

Bob roared, joining her in sexual climax, “Fuckkk Anna, I’m gonna cum in this married pussy baby!” His large balls unloaded, unleashing what had to be a massive load of seed, deep into my wife’s willing womb.

They embraced and kissed passionately, eventually rolling off and laying at each others side. Bobs massive organ now lying limp and large across his thigh. My wife was breathing heavily, and I thought I could make out her pussy still quivering from the bombardment it had just received. He rested his hand on her tummy, chuckling, smiling wide.

“I think I stretched that married pussy out a bit. Did you like it?”

She laughed, through the haze of her sexual recovery, “Like it? I never even knew I could cum like that… I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this big cock.” She placed her hand on his manhood, gently caressing it as it laid at rest.

He smiled, leaning in and kissing her again, “That’s why were neighbors, baby. I’m gonna fuck you nonstop Anna. Now… ” he paused, slapping her ass. “You should probably get on back to your husband.”

I snapped out of my funk, looking down at my crotch, suddenly realizing that I had cum all over myself.