1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 18


    Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    licked hungrily at her horny, wanton pussy, knowing that I – combined with her fantasies – was driving her toward an intense orgasm. I was intensely aroused, aching sexually, but also angry, hurt, jealous, frightened, so many things combined into this harsh, intense bout of sex with my beautiful wife, and when she came it was sudden, and thunderous, and she cried out, “Oh my god, ohh, fuck, Derek, oh my god! Oh God !” It was as though someone had stabbed a red-hot rapier through the top of my skull and straight down my spine, hearing his name at that moment an incredibly painful thing that seemed to send shock waves to every nerve ending in my body. I went rigid, as rigid as she was, every muscle tensed but my face still at her sopping sex. Involuntarily I jerked away from her, right at the peak of her orgasm, as she was crashing in the waves, leaving my part unfinished. I pushed at her. “Up! Up, get on your knees!” She looked at me, dazed and surprised, her orgasm still going on in her body. “What? Davey, what?” I was tearing my sweats and thong off of me, yanking my t-shirt over my head, my cock standing rigid and throbbing in front of me, a rapier of my own. “Up, I said! Get on your hands and knees!” I slapped her ass, and not gently or playfully as I had earlier. She was almost too dazed from her massive but interrupted orgasm to comprehend what I was saying. I pulled and pushed at her as she struggled to her knees, and then pushed her forward, so that I could kneel ...
    behind her, and when I did I slammed myself into her with no warning, burying my angry and aching sex to the hilt in her steaming cunt. She cried out, surprise and shock in her voice, but her orgasm immediately blossomed anew and she gasped and moaned and thrust back against me. That just seemed to feed the rage or whatever it was that was burning white-hot in my head, and in my loins, and I took her. I didn’t make love to her, my beautiful, gentle, caring, loving wife; no, I took her. I assaulted her, one hand on her shoulder, holding her back against me so that I wouldn’t knock her down, and the other entangled in her hair, a large handful of her beautiful auburn locks in my hand like a bridle, pulling the reins and her head up and back as I slammed into her, driving to full depth on each angry thrust. I’d never used my cock or my body as a weapon before, but I did then, brutally and harsh, and she cried out and came yet again, somehow further enraging me! I moved my grip to her hips, grabbing her roughly, my hands digging into her flawless skin, and pounded her, our bodies slapping together in a loud, angry staccato of flesh on flesh as I drilled her, fast and hard, trying to punish her for calling out his name…and she came again. I overpowered her with my body then, pushing her forward, driving her down so that she collapsed onto her belly as I continued to thrust into her. She drew her knees up and arched her back to thrust her ass – and her pussy – up to me, and I slammed ...
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