Yes: A Hotwife Romance
"Angie, shutup," was all he said back, letting his lubricated finger glide into her ass up to the knuckle.
    We both gasped. I wouldn't call us sexually conservative but we'd just never done any of that back door stuff. Angie just hadn't really been game. I can't say it was my favorite thing either. But seeing it now, and hearing him say that was pretty damn hot.
    When I looked at her, though, she still didn't seem sure. He pushed in deeper, up to the next knuckle.
    "Ungh, fuck Will," she said through clenched teeth.
    "That's it," Will hummed, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards her pussy. "You be takin' a lot more than that soon," he warned.
    She didn't have time to react. Before she could say anything else, he kissed her soaked pussy lips with the head of his cock and drove himself inside.
    I watched Angie's hands spread out as she braced herself against the couch. For a second I thought she was going to be able to take him. Then she reared up onto him like a mare in heat and I saw her eyes flutter and her mouth drop open.
    She was
loving
that thick, black cock inside her. She sank down onto him with a loud moan.
    He pulled the finger out of her ass and put one knee up on the couch. One hand snaked up her body, curving round and kneading her tit. The other, the one he'd had inside her, he pushed up to her nose.
    "Come on, get a good whiff," he ordered. "You be eatin' some of that later."
    Her eyes and mine went wide at what he'd said. She turned her head, probably to tell him to fuck off but before she could say a thing he had her by the hair. Yanking her head back, he drove the rest of his cock into her sweating pussy and she made a moan that sounded like she'd never had a man inside her before.
    The shape of her whole body changed again, as soon as he was inside her completely. Her ass puffed out. The arch of her back took more of a curve. Whether she wanted it or not, her body certainly wanted him to have a good time.
    His hips started moving, driving his black cock deep inside her sloppy cunt. She started bouncing up and down on him in time.
    I started stroking a little faster, hoping I could last until he finished, or at least until she did.
    He let go of her hair and I watched both his hands move down her smooth skin. They settled on her undulating hips, then drifted back up and around her until they found her breasts again. He spread his fingers, trying to touch as much of those two soft pillows as he could, her cherry colored nipples poking out from between his thick, dark fingers.
    When he let out a little grunt, she looked back. She looked completely different. The hardass bitch that swore like a sailor had vanished and all that was left was a desperate woman, her body lost in lust.
    He put his hands on her hips again, steadied her, then thrust himself even deeper inside. I watched her legs open a little wider. Her mouth fell open too. I knew he'd just touched her in a place I never had.
    She glanced back at me but this time there was no recognition in her eyes. It was like Angie, my wife, had drifted away.
    I couldn't help myself. I started stroking myself harder watching him rutting inside her like he was. When he finally pulled part way out, she looked like a terrified animal.
    She craned her neck to look at him. Her eyes begged. Her body tried to sink back down onto his shaft. No part of her was in control anymore. She just needed more of
him
.
    He seemed to know it, too.
    "Easy baby. You'll get yours," he whispered as her body bucked, trying to get him to push himself inside. His hands slid off her hips and rounded the curve of her ass. He spread her cheeks and looked down. I saw him lick his lips as he stared at that tight, dark back hole.
    "You gonna let me fuck your ass baby?" he asked, looking up to see her craning her neck, trying to watch his hands.
    "Fuck Will, I don't know," she mewled. But her ass was still bouncing, still trying to ride his thick, black shaft. He held her firmly in place.

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