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Stephanie Part II (mff)

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By: Scott Tracy ©2006 All rights reserved.

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Terry was my first and only lover until that week that Stephanie visited.

I had met Terry in college and we married shortly after graduation. Terry had wanted to get physically intimate much earlier in our relationship, but I insisted that we wait until our wedding night. In the end, I finally gave into Terry?s desire and we consummated our relationship three weeks before the wedding. Terry insisted that the last thing I need was to have the pressure of the wedding night hanging over my head throughout the wedding day. As it turns out, I think she was probably right. However, I still felt that it was wrong.

I have to admit, once we were married, I couldn?t keep my hands off Terry. At first, Terry thought it was sweet and she did her best to keep me satisfied. But my desire for her was like a fire that could not be quenched. And, after a time, my near constant sexual demands began to wear on her. So, by the second year of marriage, Terry was begging me restrain my sexual demands upon her and adopt a more ?reasonable? approach to sex and sexuality. For the next couple years, I struggled with sex and our sexual relationship together. On the one hand, I could understand Terry?s desire not to fuck morning, noon or night. However, I didn?t think it was unreasonable to want to play sexually every day or so. I mean, fucking is fun and I had waited nearly twenty-two years to start enjoying that fun. I had a little catching up to do.

Over time, I became very frustrated with Terry?s resistance to my sexual advances. While my internal sex drive compelled me to seek some for of release, I increasing found myself taking matters into my own hands. Terry actually seemed relieved by this as it reduced the pressure I was placing on her to play with me sexually. As a result, I began developing an extensive ?library? of fantasies to arouse me to orgasm during masturbation. I can?t say that I wouldn?t have wondered what it was like to have sex with someone other than Terry had fantasies not become a mainstay of my sexual diet. But the fact that I was masturbating four to six times more often than I was having intercourse with Terry virtually guaranteed that my fantasies life would become as important to me as my real sex life with Terry.

The objects of my fantasies were almost invariably women that I knew or with whom I had contact. There was the divorced woman down the street. I developed a lengthy fantasy concerning her stopping by to borrow something innocent leading to a passionate quickie. In another fantasy, I and a married co-worker engaged in mutual masturbation leading to intercourse while on a business trip. In yet another favorite fantasy, I am seduced by a young school girl who is intent upon sell school candy. I wasn?t proud of these fantasies or the fact that I had to resort to them for sexual satisfaction. Yet, I saw no practical alternative.

Terry noticed the changes in me sexually. By the seventh year of our marriage, she no longer complained when I approached her sexually. Instead, she started expressing her desire that I approach her more often. She also became more proactive with regard to sex and sexuality. One day she even encouraged me to share some of my fantasies with her so that she could help act them out. Our sex life improved dramatically thereafter. And, surprisingly, she seemed genuinely interested in my fantasies and not at all threatened by them. As I became more and more comfortable with her (and certain that she wouldn?t take offense), I became increasing interested in exploring each of these fantasies in greater and greater detail with her.

Surprisingly, I found myself not only excited by fantasies of my own infidelity, but also excited by fantasies of her infidelity. I loved to hear her tell stories of sexual trysts with past lovers. For whatever reason, the thought of watching her being fucked by another man became intensely erotic to me. At one point, merely imaging the look of her cum soaked pussy following a good fucking by some stranger was all I needed to get me off.

Of course, all of these thoughts of marital infidelity conflicted with my religious up bringing. I reconciled my feelings of guilt with the knowledge that Terry was a willing participant in these fantasies and that none of it was actually real.

Then, one day, Terry broached the subject of turning some of our fantasies of infidelity into realities. She asked if I had any interest in bringing another woman to bed with us. Now, having experienced but one pussy in my life, I was (of course) very interested in the concept of fucking another woman. But, I couldn?t quite bring myself to admit it either to myself or to Terry. So, I told her that I really wanted to keep our fantasy life just that, fantasies.

For several days thereafter, I roundly beat myself about my head and shoulders regretting that I hadn?t taken Terry more seriously. But, the moment had passed and there really wasn?t an opportunity to raise the matter again. Well, at least I didn?t feel comfortable doing so having previously rejected the idea.

Then, Stephanie entered the picture. Stephanie had been one of Terry?s oldest and dearest friends. They had grown up together but had drifted apart for a time because of Terry?s marriage to some asshole in California. When the marriage ended, Stephanie once again contacted Terry and their relationship took up almost exactly where it had left off.

Now, Terry told me that Stephanie had been a bit of a tramp in her youth. She certainly had the body for it. I first met her at our wedding. And she was definitely a real looker at twenty-two. Though she was short for my taste (around 5 ft 6 in.) she had the cutest face, nicely proportioned hips, the tightest ass, and a couple gr*pefruit sized breasts. She knew how to dress to accentuate her richly auburn hair and where make-up to set off her deep brown eyes. She had several of the men in the wedding party lusting after her skirt and, as I learned later from my best man, she had given in to pleasing more than one of the ushers.

Following her marriage, Stephanie had settled in Seattle. And, as luck would have it, I had a business reason to travel to Seattle about a year ago. Terry tagged along and we stayed over a couple days to spend some time with Stephanie.

Though she was noticeably older than when I had first met her, she still easily qualified as eye candy. Her as was as tight as ever although her breasts we not quite as pert as they once were. But, even though she was extremely easy on the eyes, her love life was completely in the toilet. I don?t think she really knew what she was looking for to start. And I think that was the real reason for her troubles. Still, she was convinced that she couldn?t compete with the younger, more eager woman that she found occupying the club scene.

Whatever the reasons for her frustrations, they were real and evident. She was horny.

For a couple months after our visit, I fantasized about fucking her. I shared these fantasies with Terry who was eager to act them out. However, as is often the case with me, after a couple months I moved on to another fantasy object. Soon Stephanie was forgotten.

Then, two weeks ago, Terry announced that Stephanie would be in town for a visit. I silently wondered if Stephanie had been successful in finding someone to fuck her. But, instead of asking Terry what was really on my mind, I instead asked her how long Stephanie would be staying. Terry?s response satisfied both my spoken and unspoken inquires. She told me that Stephanie would be in town for a few days and that she was hoping to find one of her old friends to fuck her royally.

I began imagining what it would be like to make love to another woman, especially one as sexually experience and horny as Stephanie. Terry must have sensed my interest since she started asking me questions about Stephanie. I tried to hide my physical excitement, but I must have been completely transparent. Terry looked me in the eye and asked me straight out if I wanted to fuck Stephanie.

At first, I denied any interest. But, my body gave me away. Though my brain and mouth were once again rejecting the notion of extramarital sex, my cock was straining to escape my pants.

Terry started stroking my cock telling me how much fun she thought it would be to see me fuck her friend. The more she spoke, the more I gave into the fantasy. At some point Terry pushed down my pajamas and mounted my member. All I remember of that moment is how unbelievably wet Terry was and wondering how Stephanie?s pussy might feel in comparison. I came very quickly, as did Terry. Then as I lay under her, Terry began quietly and forcefully rubbing her mons pubis against my thigh bringing herself to a second and greatly more powerful orgasm.

Any doubt about whether Terry was ?really? turned on by the thought of my infidelity had been erased. It was clear that she was ready to open up our marriage bed. And, I knew that the thought of fucking Stephanie was a complete turn on for me, too. But, what I wasn?t certain of was how I would feel about it afterwards if it really happened.

The exhaustion of the evening?s activities overtook us both before we could really talk about what had happened. By the next morning, I awoke only to discovery that Terry had left for an early morning meeting. So, it wasn?t until that evening that we really had a chance to talk about what had happen. I arrived home to the smell of a delightful meal and the most incredibly awkward silence imaginable. I simply didn?t know where to start. Thankfully, Terry did.

?Have you given any more thought to Stephanie since last night?? She asked, over her cup of coffee.

My cock stiffened in my pants. Here we were sitting down to dinner, talking about infidelity like some people discuss the weather.

?It?s been hard to think of anything else all day.?

?Are you really interested?? She asked slowly, her eyes searching for a response in the lines of my face.

?Yes,? I responded slowly, meeting her gaze. ?Are you??

?Yes,? she answered smiling broadly.

I could feel a drop of pre-cum ooze from my cock and dampen my underwear.

?Well, this is all very exciting, you and I deciding to do it with Stephanie,? I said, dryly. ?However, Stephanie probably won?t be interested in joining us at all.?

?Oh, you couldn?t be more wrong,? Terry countered, sliding into the seat beside me. Slowly she started rubbing the head of my cock through the woolen fabric of my slacks. ?She so excited at the prospect that she coming out early for the visit. She?s going to be here tomorrow.?

?Tomorrow?? I repeated in stunned monotone.

?Yep,? she replied. ?She was so excited about the prospect of really getting laid and of being your second fuck, that she said she simply had to accelerate her plans. She called me back about an hour ago to tell me that she had booked her reservations. She?s arriving mid afternoon. I?ll pick her up at the airport. So, we?ll be waiting for you tomorrow night when you get home from work.?

With that I shot my man load all over the inside of my pants.

?Ooh, it looks like Timmy?s been a bad, bad boy,? Terry said is a slightly mocking tone, ?making a big old mess all over his pants.?

We fucked three times that evening. I swear that I had never had so much sex in the space of 24 hours. I was very excited at the prospect of what the next 24 hours might have in store.

The next morning, Terry once again left the house before I awoke. A note on the dining room table advised me that no more orgasms were permitted until tonight and that I should try to be home by 6:00 p.m., if possible. I thought to myself that this would be one night that she didn?t have to worry about me working late.

While at work, I tried to remain focused, but it was impossible. Of course, I had yet to see Stephanie nude. But that didn?t stop me from fantasizing about what her body would look like. From how she trimmed her pubic hair to the subtle shape of the underside of her breasts, my mind filled in any gaps my memory provided. I found myself having to continuously hide my partial erection throughout the day. Thankfully, I spend most of my day at a desk. However, there were a couple of very uncomfortable group meetings that I had to attend. All in all, I could barely contain my sexual energy or my semen throughout the last two hours of the afternoon.

So preoccupied was I with the events to come, that I nearly ran into two different cars on my ride home from work. I pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition. As I removed the keys from the ignition, they jingled audibly like chimes in a stiff wind. My hands were shaking, my palms sweating. If I could only manage to hold it together long enough to make it in the door.

I opened the car door and extended one leg. My rock hard cock pressed visibly against my slacks. Ten steps to go, I thought. I can do this.

Terry met me as I came to the door.

?Hi hun,? she said, kissing me on the cheek.

?Hi lover,? I responded, glancing about the living room.

?Oh, Stephanie?s in the guest room. We just got back from the airport ourselves. She is getting unpacked and cleaned up from the trip. Maybe you?d like to do the same before dinner.?

I took Terry suggestion and headed to our bedroom. I decided to splash some water on my face, brush my teeth, run the razor over my chin, and sprits a little cologne on my chest. When I returned to the kitchen, Stephanie was there. I had never really looked at her as a prospective lover. So, I had really never noticed how completely sexy she is.

She was wearing a satiny top with shorts. I could tell that a lacey bra was straining under that top to contain her full, round, firm breasts. Her own excitement at the moment was betrayed by her nipples which were fully erect and on display.

Her hair, still as deeply auburn as I remembered, was longer and gathered into a ponytail. As a result, her strikingly angular jaw and chin were given greater emphasis. On her ears hung two golden dangle earrings accented with what looked like dark red garnets on their ends. Her lips, not too pout, were painted with a lip color clearly intended to match the color of the garnets on her ears.

But, it was her eyes that literally stopped me in my tracks. Though dark brown in color, they danced and sparkled with both energy and intensity. More than any other feature; it was her eyes that conveyed, in unmistakable terms, her passion and desire for the evening?s planned events.

I really did not know how to approach her. How do you greet the women who you plan to take as your second sexual partner? How do you greet the woman with whom you expect to make love in front of your wife? Are a hug and a kiss on the cheek proper etiquette?

Stephanie saved me from the embarrassing moment by coming around the table to meet me. She took my hands and exclaimed, ?Let me look at you! It is so brutally unfair, Terry. As we age, we get older. As men age, they get sexier!?

With that, she gave me a great big hug, allowing me a few moments to sample her perfume. Then she gave me a friendly kiss?more than a peck, but not so much that our tongues became best friends. Then she broke the embrace and returned to her seat at the table.

I don?t know if I expected an orgy to break out spontaneously on the kitchen floor or what? But, nothing like that happened. Instead, we settled down to a nice evening meal, and made small talk catching up on the last year of our lives.

We learned that Stephanie had been promoted to a new position within her company and that she was now responsible for a territory running up and down the eastern seaboard. As a result of her promotion, she would be visiting the coast at least once a quarter into the foreseeable future. Terry was very pleased to here that we might be seeing a good deal more of Stephanie.

As we finished our meal, I began to consider how our friendly, polite conversation would transition into an evening of carnal lust. However, before I had a chance to give the question much thought, Stephanie surprised me by taking the very direct approach.

As Terry was serving the after dinner coffee, Stephanie casually looked up from her cup and asked, ?So, Terry, are you absolutely certain that you want to watch me and Tim fuck.?

For whatever reason, hearing such a deeply naughty question pass so matter-of-factly from her lips was a complete turn-on (as though everything about the evening wasn?t enough of a turn on).

?Oh, absolutely. I?ve thought of little else for the last two days. Just having you ask the question has me completely wet and weak in the knees,? replied my lovely wife.

Stephanie turned her attention to me. ?And you Tim, are you absolutely certain that you are going to be OK having sex with me in front of Terry??

?If it is OK with Terry, I would absolutely love to take you as my second lover ever,? I responded. As I send the words, a flood of pre-cum flowed from the head of my cock.

?You mean you were a virgin when you met Terry?? Stephanie asked.

?Yes.?

?Terry, you didn?t tell me that,? Stephanie chided.

?I didn?t think of it.?

?Well,? Stephanie said, rising from her seat and walking over to me. ?This is going to be a very special evening then indeed.?

With that, she took my hand a led me towards the center hallway of the house.

?Terry, do you still want us to retire to your bedroom for fun and games?? Stephanie asked.

?Yes, I have some candles and a chair set up so I can watch.?

When we reached our bedroom, Terry set about lighting a number of candles around the room. Their cinnamon fragrance rose into the air. Stephanie led me to the bed and had me sit on the edge. Then she bent over taking my face into her hands and gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss.

?Tim,? she said, ?I have been looking forward to this evening for a very long time. I first started thinking about you as a possible lover well over a year ago. I want you to know that we will be fucking a great deal over the next several days, and that I know that you will have many opportunities to please me. However, tonight is your night. When you feel the urge to cum, I want you to let go and let the passion flow over you. Do not worry about lasting a long time or pleasing me. That will come later, I promise.?

With that, she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. By this time, Terry had taken her seat in a chair that we kept in the corner of our bedroom. Stephanie allowed the top to slide down her shoulders exposing a frilly black bra.

After removing her own top, Stephanie pulled my shirt from within the waste of my pants and pulled it over the top of my head. As my head passed through the neck of the shirt, Stephanie again kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue reaching into my own mouth to find a willing dance partner with mine. We embraced for just a moment as we continued the deep kiss. Not only did Stephanie feel very different in my arms than Terry, she also smelled and tasted very different. I came to appreciate that different could be very nice.

As Stephanie broke our embrace, she took hold of the waste of my pants. She unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants and gently unzipped my fly. She silently urged me to stand as my pants fell down around my ankles. She removed my shoes and socks and slid my pants from my legs.

She then slid her fingers under the elastic of the waistband of my briefs and gently urged them down my legs as well. My cock came springing back up hard against my stomach as it was released from the confines of my briefs. Then with a gesture, Stephanie had me sit down once again upon our marriage bed.

?Your cock is very large and beautiful,? she told me, as she began pulling at the buttons of her shorts. ?I bet that it is very tasty, too.?

?I?m afraid that if you try to find out how it tastes, your efforts will be immediately rewarded with a boatload of my cream.?

?I see nothing wrong with that,? she replied, allowing her shorts to slide to the floor. Underneath her shorts she was wearing a pair of black lacy panties matching her bra. ?Do, you??

?Well?? I started.

?Oh, I understand,? she said, climbing onto the bed with me. ?You want to deposit that load of cream somewhere else, don?t you?? As she lay next to me, she slid her hand lightly up the inside of my thigh.

In the flicker of the candlelight, I could see that Terry was watching everything very intently. She had removed her own top and pants and was fingering herself hard through her underwear.

I rolled onto my side to look Stephanie square in the face. ?Yes,? I responded.

?And, where could that be?? Stephanie asked in mock confusion.

?Stephanie, I want to cream your pussy so that my Terry can watch me seed leak out of your cunt.?

I heard a muffled moan come from the corner of the room.

Gently, I ran my hand along Stephanie?s shoulders and down her back until I reached the clasp of her bra. One at a time I released each of the hooks until the tension was released and the bra straps slid from her shoulders. One at a time I took each of her breasts into my mouth allowing the tip of my tongue to simultaneously caress and explore the texture of her nipples. She pressed her chest against me urging to suck her breasts even deeper into my mouth.

As my mouth played with her nipples, my hands began roaming up and down her legs. Her thighs were a strong and tight as I remembered. Gently my fingers traced the outline of her panties and followed the elastic of the leg opening around to the front. There, I encountered a wetness the completely permeated the fabric all between her legs. Through this wetness, my fingers traced the outline of her slit and lips to either side. Her lips seemed smaller than Terry?s through the fabric. I wonder if this was indeed the case.

After tracing her panties around back to her hips, I began gently sliding the elastic waistband down over her hips. She raised her hips to allow the backside to pass freely down her legs. Then, with a kick, she launched her panties completely clear of the bed.

I licked and kissed my way from her breasts back to her mouth. Meanwhile my fingers returned to her pussy. I located her clit and began gently massaging it. Then, I allowed my finger to slide up and down her slit before lightly penetrating the folds of her pussy. Little, by little, I slid first one and then two fingers deep within her vagina.

Stephanie?s hands were not idle during this time. While I was fingering her pussy, she had been lightly stroking my shaft and pressuring to my prostrate. She seemed completely able to sense the state of my arousal, staying safely short of an orgasmic release.

Slowly I nibbled my way down the front of her chest and stomach. Stephanie let out a soft sigh, shifted in the bed, and gently raised her knees. As her knees came up, she spread them and her thighs wide before me. I continued kissing my way down her body finally reaching her now gapping vagina.

I paused a moment to take in the beauty of the sight before me and marvel at the physical differences between Stephanie and my wife. Where Terry?s pussy had a small patch of hair, Stephanie was completely clean shaven. As a result, the gentle folds of flesh surrounding her now engorged clitoris appeared more pronounced though I knew they were smaller than Terry?s. Stephanie?s inner lips, though swollen, did not protrude as much as Terry?s do. Thus, the overall appearance presented was that of a much younger and innocent pussy.

I leaned forward to take a taste. I gently ran my tongue over and around the folds of skin surrounding her clit, pausing momentarily to take her clit into my mouth with a little suck. I allowed the taste buds on my tongue to gently rub the very tip of her clit then swirl around it in ever widening circles. I repositioned my mouth to the bottom of her slit in the area between her vagina and anus. I gently flicked my tongue against the ?V? formed at the very bottom of her vagina and licked slowing and methodically up the entire length of her slit. I again rested my mouth and tongue on her clitoris in preparation for starting the cycle all over again.

All of my senses were now fully engaged in out lovemaking. My eyes were stimulated by the sight of her gapping slit and milky white thighs. My ears were stimulated by the low moans that Stephanie was now rhythmically uttering in response to the motions of my tongue. I could also hear Terry?s moans and the squeaky sound of her fingers rubbing hard across her obviously soaking wet slit. My nose was stimulated the sweat smell of out sexual conduct. Stephanie?s musky odor was decidedly different than Terry?s. The touch receptors on the tip of my tongue we helping may a mental map of each and every nook and cranny in the folds of skin in and around her clit. Finally, the tart sensing taste buds on the back of my tongue were savoring the varied flavors of the pussy fluids coating Stephanie?s vaginal walls in preparation for the penetration of my manhood.

I?d like to tell you that I had the patience necessary to bring Stephanie to an orgasm during that first oral encounter, but that would be a lie. After only a very few minutes, my cock was demanding the satisfaction that it had been anticipating most of the day. I pulled my mouth away from Stephanie?s body. Looking into her eyes, I repositioned myself over her tiny body so that my cock now lined up with her slit. I could tell that I was not the only one who had been waiting for this moment as her eyes urged me to finish what I had started.

With my right hand, I took the head of my cock and guided it towards Stephanie?s love canal. As the skin on the head of my penis came into contact with the lubricated outer portion of her pussy lips, a shiver rocketed up and then down my spine. I could feel my balls tighten and wondered if I?d even make it all the way in before losing my load.

Apparently sensing my discomfort and apprehension, Stephanie said, ?it?s OK Tim, you cannot disappoint me this time. I want you to enjoy this moment with a care in the world. Let you orgasm come over you and release you. I know that it will not be very long.?

That she understood the situation was very freeing. I slid the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit a couple of times. Then, looking into her eyes, I brought my hips forward. I felt the folds of her pussy accept my head as if in a hearty handshake. The inner portion of her vagina was tight, and did not immediately open fully so as to completely accommodate my cock?s girth. As a result I had to apply a gentle pressure throughout my entry into her womanhood. She smiled as our mons pubis came into contact.

?There,? she smiled at me, ?that wasn?t so bad.?

?I can tell my balls are primed the let loose at any moment,? I told her.

She wrapped her legs about me and gave me a gentle squeeze. ?Them let them,? she said.

It was at this point that I noticed Terry had left her chair and joined us on the bed. She had evidently watched the start of my adultery from the closest possible vantage point. However, she wasn?t the focus of my current attention. I had just fucked my second woman, and it felt wonderful.

Slowly, I started into a shallow fucking rhythm. I gradually increased both the length of my strokes and the pace of my movement. I grabbed Stephanie?s left breast and began sucking and licking the nipple.

?Oh, that feels so good,? she said in response. ?Oh, your cock feels so good, too.?

I wanted to tell her thanks, but I was completely consumed by the sexual stimulation.

?Oh, Gggaaawwwd, Oh, Oh, Oh, that?s right?.fuck my pussy, hard.?

The tell tail tingle that had never really left my balls the entire day had moved to the base of my shaft. I knew it wouldn?t be long. ?I?m gona? cum,? I said.

?Oh, do me, fill me full of your cum!? she responded.

?It?s cumming,? I continued, feeling the sperm rising higher into my shaft.

?Oh, yea, fuck that pussy, fuck that strange woman?s pussy,? she responded. ?I want to feel my best friend?s husband shoot off deep within my body.?

That was it. With that slight reference to my status as an adulterous husband, the waves of orgasm passion came flooding over my being. I remember crying something out and then jamming my hips hard against her body, thrusting my cock as deep into her as I could reach. Moreover, Terry had decided to get into the act, as my hips pressed forward, I felt her take my ball sack gently in her had while applying pressure to my prostrate gland and anus. The pressure applied by her thumb substantially enhanced the normal prostrate provided by the muscular contractions of orgasm such that my body remained in spasm for a much longer period. I am certain that it was really a matter of seconds, but it felt like the orgasm extended for several minutes. It also felt as though I had deposited the proverbial gallon of cum deep into her womb. To say I was spent at the end would be a monumental understatement.

I collapsed across Stephanie and hugged her tightly. But, Stephanie had her own ideas. The feeling of my orgasm clearly had energized her as she was rubbing herself had against my now somewhat deflated cock. The reduced state of my manhood didn?t seem to bother her as she rubbed and shook herself against me.

Since she had been vocal with me, I though maybe she?d like the same in return. I decided to test the waters.

?Oh, Stephanie, you are so hot, rub that hot pussy against my cock.?

?Oh yeah,? she responded through tightly clinched teeth.

Ok, I though, she like talking back. I tried something a bit more daring.

?Come on you slut, rub that used pussy hard against my cock and make it hard again.?

?Oooohhh Yyyeeeaah!? she responded.

Good, I was moving in the right direction even though I knew it would be at least a little while before my cock really recovered. Still, I decided to be a little more daring.

?Oh, Stephanie you are one hot fuck slut, how does it feel to have a load of you best friend?s husband?s seed deposit deep inside your womb??

Bingo. I?d hit it, I could tell. Stephanie didn?t need to say anything vocally. Her body told the story. With both hands, she grabbed firmly onto my waist and pulled me hard against her body. Her legs flew high into the air with her toes curling at the ends. Her mouth no longer spoke words, only a rapid ?Ahhh, Ahhh, Aaahhhh? over and over again. Around my cock I could feel her vagina walls pulsating and contracting. In fact, the contractions force my now fully deflated cock out of her pussy.

After the contractions passed, she relaxed, allowing her legs to fall gently onto the bed.

We lay silently together on the bed, with Terry staring down between, Stephanie?s legs. I was a bit surprised by the fascination since I assumed that Terry had seen a number of other pussies before. It did not dawn on me at the time that this one presented a somewhat significantly different view from any other that she had ever witnessed.

Noticing Terry?s gaze, Stephanie repositioned herself on the bed, rolling her hips back slightly as she had when I was eating her.

?Are you enjoying the view, Terry?? Stephanie asked.

?OH YEAH!? replied my wife.

What has her so fascinated, I wondered?.

(End part 2)

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