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complimented one guy, he told me he would thank me in his Academy Award speech. I pretended to be appreciative.
By the time we arrived home, it was just after midnight.
****
Once Ashley fell asleep, I thought about what Craig had told me earlier.
Jim Murta hadn’t used a condom. He’d fucked Ashley bare. He’d gone bareback inside my wife.
I wondered if talk of using a condom had ever even come up. Had Tamara explained she had none on her? Had Jim said he hadn’t either? Had Ashley so much as hesitated?
Oh God, the sheer brazenness of it all. Jim Murta had blown his sperm up Ashley’s pussy. He had pussy-jizzed my fucking wife. What a coup that must have been. Not just fucking my wife, but busting his nut right up inside her. How triumphant he must have felt as his head touched up against Ashley’s pussy. and once inside her, he could relax, take his time, enjoy her pussy, and just savor the fuck.
At some point he must’ve thought, “I’m so going to do this. Ashley Martens is going to take my sperm.”
Did Ashley tell him not to? Or had she whispered, “It’s OK, I’m on the pill”? Did Jim even ask? Or did that not matter?
He probably didn’t even ask for permission. He was just determined to do it. He was going to seed Ashley’s pussy with a fat load of Jim Murta sperm.
I imagined him holding Ashley firmly on that final thrust, holding her down on his cock, thinking, “You’re taking my fucking sperm, baby.”
What satisfaction he must have felt as his cock spewed glob after glob of hot sperm inside her. Did he wonder if maybe he’d just impregnated my wife, knocked Ashley up, given her a baby—his baby?
What was Ashley thinking as she felt it shooting up inside her? Was there any disbelief? Or back to earth reality?
What a stud he must have felt like as he slowly pulled his cock out of my wife’s freshly seeded pussy.
How easily he proceeded from walking inside that bathroom to giving my wife a hard, raw, bare, animalistic fuck. And then he added that humiliating punctuation mark. He had uncorked his sperm, his baby-seed, inside my wife.
Was it entertaining for Jim as he zipped up and put his cock back inside his pants? Watching my wife get hurriedly dressed, nervously fixing herself in the mirror, knowing she would have to go greet people outside, including her own husband. Trying hard to look like she hadn’t just been fucked.
“Now go outside and say hello to your husband with my sperm inside your puss,” I pictured him thinking.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom down the hall. I sat on the sink.
Oh God, Ashley, I thought, you didn’t just let him fuck you, you let him fuck you bare, you let him pump his sperm inside you, knowing I was right outside. You let him seed your pussy, oh God Jim, don’t, please, pull out, you’re not going to let him do it, Ashley, you’re not going to let Jim seed you, oh my God you are, you’re really going to let him cum inside you. Jim Murta blew his sperm-load inside my wife’s pussy!
I had tears in my eyes.
Then I came ultra-hard.
Immediately I started to come down. I was sitting in a bathroom with cum in my hand, as my wife slept a few rooms away.
This is fucking crazy, I thought. I need to have a talk with Ashley. I needed to get a grip on our marriage and myself.
We were overdue for a heart-to-heart.
****
I waited until Saturday to have the talk, after chickening out the night before. We’d just finished dinner at a place nearby.
“Hey Ash,” I said, “If I may change the subject ...”
That’s how I started, as we sat at a high table in a quiet bar.
I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but I told myself, Just do it.
“There’s something I’ve been thinking about,” I said, “and if I don’t bring it up, I’d wonder about it down the road.”
“OK,” she replied.
“It’s nothing
By the time we arrived home, it was just after midnight.
****
Once Ashley fell asleep, I thought about what Craig had told me earlier.
Jim Murta hadn’t used a condom. He’d fucked Ashley bare. He’d gone bareback inside my wife.
I wondered if talk of using a condom had ever even come up. Had Tamara explained she had none on her? Had Jim said he hadn’t either? Had Ashley so much as hesitated?
Oh God, the sheer brazenness of it all. Jim Murta had blown his sperm up Ashley’s pussy. He had pussy-jizzed my fucking wife. What a coup that must have been. Not just fucking my wife, but busting his nut right up inside her. How triumphant he must have felt as his head touched up against Ashley’s pussy. and once inside her, he could relax, take his time, enjoy her pussy, and just savor the fuck.
At some point he must’ve thought, “I’m so going to do this. Ashley Martens is going to take my sperm.”
Did Ashley tell him not to? Or had she whispered, “It’s OK, I’m on the pill”? Did Jim even ask? Or did that not matter?
He probably didn’t even ask for permission. He was just determined to do it. He was going to seed Ashley’s pussy with a fat load of Jim Murta sperm.
I imagined him holding Ashley firmly on that final thrust, holding her down on his cock, thinking, “You’re taking my fucking sperm, baby.”
What satisfaction he must have felt as his cock spewed glob after glob of hot sperm inside her. Did he wonder if maybe he’d just impregnated my wife, knocked Ashley up, given her a baby—his baby?
What was Ashley thinking as she felt it shooting up inside her? Was there any disbelief? Or back to earth reality?
What a stud he must have felt like as he slowly pulled his cock out of my wife’s freshly seeded pussy.
How easily he proceeded from walking inside that bathroom to giving my wife a hard, raw, bare, animalistic fuck. And then he added that humiliating punctuation mark. He had uncorked his sperm, his baby-seed, inside my wife.
Was it entertaining for Jim as he zipped up and put his cock back inside his pants? Watching my wife get hurriedly dressed, nervously fixing herself in the mirror, knowing she would have to go greet people outside, including her own husband. Trying hard to look like she hadn’t just been fucked.
“Now go outside and say hello to your husband with my sperm inside your puss,” I pictured him thinking.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom down the hall. I sat on the sink.
Oh God, Ashley, I thought, you didn’t just let him fuck you, you let him fuck you bare, you let him pump his sperm inside you, knowing I was right outside. You let him seed your pussy, oh God Jim, don’t, please, pull out, you’re not going to let him do it, Ashley, you’re not going to let Jim seed you, oh my God you are, you’re really going to let him cum inside you. Jim Murta blew his sperm-load inside my wife’s pussy!
I had tears in my eyes.
Then I came ultra-hard.
Immediately I started to come down. I was sitting in a bathroom with cum in my hand, as my wife slept a few rooms away.
This is fucking crazy, I thought. I need to have a talk with Ashley. I needed to get a grip on our marriage and myself.
We were overdue for a heart-to-heart.
****
I waited until Saturday to have the talk, after chickening out the night before. We’d just finished dinner at a place nearby.
“Hey Ash,” I said, “If I may change the subject ...”
That’s how I started, as we sat at a high table in a quiet bar.
I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but I told myself, Just do it.
“There’s something I’ve been thinking about,” I said, “and if I don’t bring it up, I’d wonder about it down the road.”
“OK,” she replied.
“It’s nothing
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