Free DarklyEverAfter by Allistar Parker Page B

piece of my history.
    “I’ve had enough for tonight. How about you?” she said.
    I thought for a few moments what I could do to top this whole event. Nothing came. “Me, too.”
    She leaned forward for a few seconds. “Want to take a shower together?”
    “Sure.”
    As we walked to the shower, I wondered how my wife was doing. Did she get the big dick she hoped for? All I wanted was for her to enjoy the experience and experience a little of the wild side we had given up for each other.
    The shower did a wonderful job of allowing us to normalize our relationship. I even fancied her getting to know my wife. Perhaps we would all become friends. While the hot water poured over my back, I couldn’t help notice her perfectly bulbous boobs swinging below her body as she bent over to wash her legs. I thought I was again in trouble when she looked up at me staring at her breasts. She just smiled.
    “I just remembered. In all the excitement, I never gave you an opportunity to enjoy the best blowjob of your life.”
    I stumbled through some sort of no-thank-you, but before the words finished resonating in the shower, I felt the stubby length of my shrunken dick bobbing against the insides of her cheeks. The warmth, the wet, and the feeling of rhythm began to transform that shrunken little guy into another rigid tower. I felt the pulsing in my groin and at the base of my balls. Although a little tender, they still seemed to want action. What the hell?
    We bobbed and churned underneath the showerhead as she continued to suck the life out of me. The more pressure she exerted, the harder I tried to force my dick down her throat. I am not sure just how far I got, but I am certain she now knows what a penis against her tonsils feels like. With all the commotion, I barely noticed her body shifting to the front of the shower stall. I did notice the fact that she had stopped sucking my dick, but the lack of stimulus caused me not to notice exactly what Sex Bomb was doing. If it hadn’t been for good construction techniques, I probably would have died once she began to dangle from the shower curtain rod.
    With her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, she began to hump my body. At first, I thought she had snapped and I was soon the victim of some crazy sex act. Once she started to scream for me to fuck her, I knew it was only just a last come session before we got out. I obliged.
    After some desperate fumbling to get my dick shoved in her pussy, I felt that sweet comfort of her velvety lips sliding down my dick. She moaned a little when I hit bottom and the two of us stood there in full contact. Sexy wrapped her arms around me, placing her full weight on my body, but also shoving her nipples into my chest. Bouncing as fast as she could, I thought there was no way I could hold out long enough for her to orgasm. I bit my lip. I thought about starving children in China. I even began thinking about this year’s taxes, but nothing would penetrate that soft feeling my groin was shouting about. All was almost lost until she began to nibble on my ear. First, it was gentle and enticing, making matters worse, but as she approached that delicate moment, the Bomb began biting harder and harder. The mixture of sheer pain and pleasure kept me balanced until the Sex Bomb exploded in a rash of moans and guttural sounds too incoherent to explain. As she orgasmed, my mind took control and persuaded my dick to release. The two of us finished our last dance in a chorus of sounds we dared not repeat in public. When we had finished, she asked for a little privacy to clean up a bit.
    In the quiet of the room, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman in complete ecstasy, “Oh shit. Harder. Harder. Deeper. Oh, shit.” It was my wife. In the room next door to where I just survived one of the most erotic acts I had known, my wife was riding some not-yet-named cowboy to similar heights of joy. I knew those screams. Life was good.
    Now that I knew the night was