A couple of weeks ago I wrote about a potential cuck that I had written off as a time-waster, and then he was found out by his wife. She was extremely pissed and met me for the opportunity to get even. Apparently, she still needs some long term payback, as we have met several times now. Chatting with the guy is a lot more fun now, as he still thinks he is being clever, when in fact he is a total cuck. This is the story of our third or forth meeting, but the first time we actually got to spend the weekend together, as he thought she was visiting her sister! I woke up before she did and verrrrry slowly started to touch her. It takes a very gentile touch, but I have learned how to do it in a way so I can take over her dreams without waking her up. I can give her sex dreams that end in an amazing climax. She wakes up with a scream as she cums, her whole body shaking and sweating and arching up uncontrollably. She grabs me tightly, pulls me onto to her and then stuffs me inside of her and pulls me deep. From below me she pumps two or three times and surprises us both as she cums again sobbing, bucking underneath me, trying to drive me deeper and deeper, begging me to take her again. I kiss her breasts, suck on her nipples and trust deeply into her. Five minutes ago she woke up screaming in orgasm, and on my tenth stroke, she cums for the third time, her eyes roll back in her head, she is totally in the zone. Everything about her right now is sex, every breathe, every gasp, every muscle movement. She craves each touch. Each kiss. She convulses with each stroke, every groan, every gasp pushes her higher and higher toward a massive peak. She is panting so hard now, she can barely speak. But at this instant in time, her entire world is our bodies and what I am doing for her, to her. If her hubby were to walk into the room right now, she wouldn't see him, wouldn't recognize him. She is so lost in a sexual haze that I could slap her across the face and she would beg for more. She completely belongs to me. If I pulled a knife, she would beg me to cut her - but that is not my plan. My plan is to keep giving her pleasure until she begs me to stop. I can tell that she is starting to get a bit sore, we had several hours of foreplay and sex last night, and have been at it more than 90 minutes so far this morning, but she can not even consider stopping. The long slow full-length strokes that I am doing maximize both the pain and pleasure. Each stab of pain provides a wonderful counter-point to the flood pleasure, and the end of each stroke deep inside her is such a wonderful relief that she stays lost in the sexual haze, squealing, grunting, gasping. Loving it. Needing it. She is a woman possessed. As I slow, and start to withdraw, she can feel the empty place that I had been filling. It shows clearly on her face. It is like a deep crevasse on her soul. She aches to have me fill it again, craves it. But the discomfort of her abused, stretched and battered pussy prevents her from thrusting up to drive me back in again. She is at a loss between the need, and the signals her body is sending to stop. As I pull completely out - agonizingly slowly - she feels the head of my cock slide out past her lips and stop - still touching but not enough to penetrate. She is confuse by her bodies need to be taken, and the soreness that is screaming at her to stop! The light pressure of my hard cock still signals to her my willingness, my need to penetrate. To take her again. Hard! But with each gasp, each breathe, I slide slightly further out away from her womanhood. Each movement brings me slightly closer to her puckered little rose bud. After three or four breathes she feels me nestle into that grotto, and is overwhelmed by the need to take me again. She is thrilled as she realizes that there is a way! She almost cums again just with the sheer relief that our lovemaking is not over! She pulls her legs up, her knees up to her chin, rotates her hips to provide the perfect angle and then she rotates back just enough to lodge me there with a bit of tension, but not enough to penetrate. We are wet enough, lubricated enough. I can feel the spasms that are still rocking her body transmitted to her pretty little puckered hole. I wait, just feeling her surrender to the need and desire. A new trembling takes over her body. She has shown me her total surrender, her need, but still I wait poised, on the brink. The need swells in her, the world is swept away in the flood of desire, her tidal wave of need. But, still I wait. A heartbeat. Then two. It feels like forever. Then, weakly she begs, "Please, sir?" I start my stroke and revel in the pain and pleasure that contorts her face. Half way through my stroke I realize that this is the first time she has called me 'Sir' without being prompted. Or spanked! This revelation causes me to swell more and become even harder! As I finish the stoke she give a little gasp of "oh" from the pleasure of the penetration, and then a larger, more pleased "OH!" as she feels me swell inside of her. She is totally in the zone again. I pick up the pace to an accompaniment of gasps and groans and cries of pleasure. She may be married to some limp dicked sissy, but she belongs to me now. This realization pushes me over the edge and I cum with roar that drags her over the edge of that last huge orgasm . She screams out her pleasure, sobbing and thanking me for an experience that 15 years of marriage has not been able to provide. That the cuck could never provide. I tell her that next time we do it, it will be with her hubby watching, tied to a chair. So that he can see what she needs, what she has been missing. What I will be giving her again and again. She gasps, but reluctantly agrees. We both want him to know that circumstances have changed, forever! Walt