Everyone got what they wanted

Ella's legs were still shaking as she pulled into the driveway. Tyrone had kissed her with such fervor as she was about to leave his house that she couldn’t resist having him again. They’d fucked on the floor in the foyer and the orgasm that resulted had been the most potent she’d experienced all night.

As the garage door slowly lifted, Ella closed her eyes and smiled as she thought of the intense, almost overwhelming joy she’d experienced with Tyrone. It was sex unlike any she’d ever had and it had provided her with a kind of pleasure she didn’t think was possible to achieve.

Ella pulled into the garage, turned the car off, and paused for another moment. She couldn’t quite help herself. Each time she closed her eyes she could feel Tyrone inside her again. She could feel his wild, insistent thrusts. She could feel his desire for her, a desire that drove him to fuck her three times, and to cum inside her three times with his black cock. After she’d let him do it once, Ella couldn’t see the point in making him put on a condom. Plus, it felt so good she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure after she’d gotten a taste of it.

As she stepped out of the car and walked towards the door, Ella thought of Ethan. He was responsible for the great sex she’d just had with Tyrone. It was his willingness to share his fantasy and his encouragement of her desire to see things through with Tyrone that led to the pleasure she’d just experienced. Ella was grateful for that and she was going to give Ethan what he wanted.

He was waiting when she stepped into the house. He had a smile on his face but he looked just a little anxious. Ella had been gone long enough that it should have been obvious that she’d had a great time, but perhaps Ethan’s anxiety wasn’t related to worries over whether she’d gotten fucked like she’d wanted to.

“How…how was it?” Ethan asked as Ella dropped her purse on the couch and smiled at him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Thank me? For what?” Ethan asked. He looked genuinely confused, which she found adorable.

“For sharing your fantasy with me,” Ella said. “For having the courage to do that. I know it wasn’t easy, but you opened up and you shared, and because of that I just had the best sex of my life.”

Ethan looked simultaneously excited and anxious. Ella couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his head as he stared at her. Was he worried that the sex had been too good? Had he masturbated and was now feeling guilty for having done so? Was he nervous about asking more about her night and wanting Ella to take the lead?

“Would you like to hear about it?” Ella asked.

Ethan nodded.

“I think it might be more fun if I told you about it in the bedroom,” she said.

Ella turned and walked towards their bedroom. She heard Ethan following and soon enough he was right behind her. She added a little extra sway to her hips and she suspected his eyes were on her ass. It looked rather good in the leather skirt, after all, and she liked the idea of her husband staring.

Ella walked right to the edge of the bed and spun around. She smiled at Ethan and reached up to unbutton his shirt. She took her time, slowly working each button through the little hole and running her fingers over his chest as she did.

“I’ve never had a night quite like tonight,” she said. “I’ve never gone to a man’s house for sex, actually. I’ve gone on dates that ended at a man’s house, but I’ve never gone on a date where the only thing I wanted to do was have sex. It was surreal, though as you know, I was wet before I left and that didn’t stop once I got there.”

“Oh yeah?” Ethan asked. His voice quivered as the words left his lips. He was excited and perhaps a little nervous.

“Absolutely,” Ella continued as she worked another button through its hole. “I only got wetter on the way over. I couldn’t stop thinking about his black cock. I just kept picturing it. I kept feeling it in my hands. I kept feeling it in my mouth. Going down on him in his car… Ethan… it changed something in me. It revealed a need I didn’t know I had.”

Ella worked Ethan’s shirt off and tossed it on the floor. She lifted the undershirt he wore over his head and it fell to the floor.

Her fingers moved to his belt and she slowly undid it while continuing. “He poured me a glass of wine right after I got there. We went to his kitchen. I was going to be a little flirty and try to draw it out, but I couldn’t, Ethan. I just couldn’t. I had to have him. So I told him about you. I told him I was married.”

“Really?” Ethan asked.

Ella pulled his belt from the loops and tossed it onto his shirt. She unzipped his pants and reached inside to find her husband’s stiff cock. She stroked it inside his pants and he closed his eyes and unleashed a moan that he’d probably been saving up for hours.

“I couldn’t fuck him without him knowing, so I told him it was my husband’s fantasy for me to be at Tyrone’s house. I told him it was my husband’s fantasy for another man to fuck me and to make me cum harder than I’d ever cum before,” Ella said.

“What…what did he say?” Ethan asked between heavy breaths.

“He asked if I was telling the truth,” Ella replied. “I hopped on his kitchen table and I spread my legs. He walked over and put his fingers into my panties. They found my pussy. He penetrated me. He felt how wet I was for him. He felt how badly I needed him to fuck me. I told him I needed him to fuck me. I told him to fuck my tight, married pussy.”

Ella unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor. She pushed his underwear down and freed his stiff cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him slowly. She let her fingers dance over the tip of his dick, eliciting lusty moans as her husband’s body trembled with what she imagined was an incredible buildup of desire.

“Don’t you want to know how it felt, Ethan?” Ella asked.

He nodded.

“He fucked me right there on his kitchen table,” she said. “He took my panties off and he pushed his big black cock into my tight, wet, married pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and I begged him to fuck me. I begged him to fuck your wife, Ethan. I begged him to fuck your wife’s needy, wet pussy. I begged him to give me his big black cock, to fill me, to fuck me, to pound me, to make me cum like my husband has never been able to make me cum.”

Ella grasped the base of Ethan’s cock as he groaned like he was already cumming. He hadn’t expelled his semen, though. She’d simply managed to thrill him in a way that utterly delighted her.

“Get in the bed,” Ella said.

Ethan climbed into their bed and she pulled the tight little leather skirt she’d worn for Tyrone up around her waist before straddling him. Her panties rubbed against the tip of his stiff dick and Ethan’s body twitched as he moaned.

Ella leaned down and kissed her husband’s neck. She moaned like she had Tyrone’s black cock inside her and sucked on Ethan’s earlobe.

“He fucked your wife so good,” she whispered. “He fucked me with his big, beautiful black cock and he made me cum so fucking hard, Ethan.”

“God…Ella…” Ethan said, though it sounded like he could barely gather his thoughts. He was doing little more than mumbling and it was delightful.

“My orgasm, Ethan, it was incredible. I came so fucking hard. I came so fucking hard with his big black cock buried inside me. He was so deep in my pussy, in your wife’s wet pussy. He was so deep and he felt so good that I couldn’t help but cum all over his black cock. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and I screamed, Ethan. I screamed as he gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in years, maybe ever,” Ella explained between soft, sensual kisses on her husband’s neck, chest, and cheeks.

They kissed as Ella moved her hips back and forth. She teased the tip of Ethan’s cock with her panties and she hoped he could feel the wetness of Tyrone's cum as it leaked into the thin fabric that covered her pussy.

“He fucked me three times,” Ella said after the kiss. “He fucked your wife three times. He stretched out my pussy with his big black cock three times. He made me cum three times and each orgasm was better than the last.”

The look on Ethan’s face was one of desperation. Ella knew he was desperate to cum. She suspected he was more turned on than he’d ever been.

“Did you…did you make him cum?” Ethan asked.

“I did,” Ella said. “Three times. I made another man cum three times tonight.”

She kissed him and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Ethan moaned and his hands found her ass. He squeezed the flesh and she returned his moan.

“Your wife made another man cum three times,” Ella whispered. “He fucked your wife’s tight, wet, married pussy with his big black cock and he came three times.”

They kissed again. This time Ella sucked on her husband’s tongue. She moaned while doing it and he grabbed her ass harder. He loved it when she sucked his tongue.

“Your tongue isn’t the only thing I’ve sucked on tonight,” she whispered.

Ethan’s eyes went wide and pushed his hips upwards, rubbing his cock over her panty-clad pussy.

“I told you I’d fantasized about blowing him again,” she said. “I did. After the first time he fucked me we took a little break and had some wine. I went down on him in his living room. I dropped my head into his lap and I gave a blowjob like I’ve never given before. I sucked his black cock, Ethan. I sucked another man’s cock until he was out of his mind with desire and then I let him fuck me again. I started on my back on his couch. He fucked me so hard I bet the neighbors heard me screaming. Then he took me from behind. Fuck, I didn’t know doggystyle could feel that good.”

Ethan’s desperation reached a new level as Ella regaled him with her tale. His eyes were wide with desire and his breathing was heavy. She could feel the precum from the tip of his cock rubbing over her thighs. She knew Ethan wouldn’t take long to cum once she let him inside her.

Ella reached down and pulled her panties aside. She grabbed Ethan’s cock and pressed the head against her pussy lips. She sank down on him, taking the full length of her husband’s erection into her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Ethan said.

“Does that feel good?” Ella asked.

Ethan nodded.

“Does it feel good to be in the pussy that another man fucked, Ethan? Does it feel good to be in your wife’s pussy after Tyrone stretched me out so good with his big black cock?” she asked.

“Yes. Oh my God, yes,” Ethan replied.

Ella began to ride him, but she took her time. She made it agonizingly slow and watched her husband’s face contort as the pleasure of being inside the pussy another man had fucked enveloped him.

“Ethan…baby…his black cock is so much better than yours,” Ella said. “He felt so much better inside me than you do. He’s so much bigger. He fucked me so much better than you do.”

Ella rode her husband a little faster and Ethan seemed to lose his ability to speak. He mumbled and moaned and closed his eyes as he surrendered to the experience.

“I wish I was still with him,” she said. “I wish I’d stayed the night. I wish I was riding Tyrone’s big black cock right now. I wish your little dick wasn’t inside me. I wish Tyrone was the one fucking me right now.”

Ella knew she was flirting with disaster, but she wanted to give Ethan the best orgasm possible. She wanted to push his fantasy as far as he could take it. The look on his face made her feel quite certain Ethan was overwhelmed with pleasure at her words.

“He fucked me so much better than you that I let him cum inside me,” Ella said. “Three times, Ethan. I love his big black cock so much that I let him cum inside me three times tonight. I love his big black cock so much that I’m going to let him fuck me and cum inside me whenever he wants.”

“Fuck…Ella!” Ethan cried out.

A moment later his orgasm arrived. He grabbed her ass and pushed his hips upwards. His back arched, his eyes closed, and his face contorted in wild, wondrous pleasure.

Ella smiled. She’d given her husband the orgasm he craved. It brought her a greater sense of joy than she’d expected.

Ethan’s head rolled from side to side and his body quivered beneath her for a minute before he finally opened his eyes and smiled.

“Ella, that was incredible,” he said.

“Yeah? I didn’t go too far?” she asked.

“Not at all. Thank you,” Ethan replied. “Really. I can’t believe how hot that was.”

Ella lifted her pussy from his cock, pulled her panties over it, and laid on Ethan’s chest.

“I’d like to see him again,” she said.

“I’d like that too,” he replied.

Ethan ran his fingers through her hair and Ella smiled. She was happy. Her husband was happy. Tyrone was happy too.

Everyone got what they wanted, and Ella was quite certain they were just getting started.