It was the culmination of years Of patience and yearning; Of hints, waiting and tongue hanging out pleading; And now she was about to do it Right in front of me. There she was, Brazenly bending over the sofa, Facing me with a rouged smile, Drunken boobs spilling out of her black basque, Elbows on the sofa back. He stood behind her, Young, lean and hungry, Looking down in lust At her luscious, ample arse, Which she wriggled seductively. She closed her eyes As he ran his large hands over her In slow appreciation; Then opened them To look me straight in the eye. “Are you sure you want this? Remember it was your idea. It’s your last chance to back out.” Dry mouthed. I whispered. “I want it” “You are so dirty” She said. “Yes” I whispered “Disgusting” “Yes. Please...” “Please what?” “Please be a slut for me” She looks out from lowered eyebrows With pouting lips. “You want me to be a bad girl?” “Yes.” “How bad?” “Very bad.” There was a long moment of silence, Then she reached behind and slowly hitched up her skirt. She glanced behind, over her suspendered bottom. “I’m all yours, young man.” She said and wriggled for him once more. “And I want you to make him very, very jealous” Smiling, he steps forward And rubs his hardness against her; Her stilettoes clack as she widens her stride; Her eyes close and she sighs, And pushes back, Readying for him. His thumbs trace gently up her thighs, Over her buttocks and hook into her panties, Pulling them very slowly down, ‘Till he can see her pouting cunt. Then her eyes open, Looking at me again, But differently, An eyebrow raised As if saying; “beware of what you have wished for; Because I am going to enjoy this.” Panties by her knees now. The whisper of a zip And sight of the cock, Huge and hard, Coming in to line To nudge her cleft. He teases her with the knob. She leans low on the sofa back, Looking at me one last time, Then lowers her head “Come on then, big boy. Fuck me.” He lays one palm flat on her back, As his other, a fist, guides him; A firm nudge followed by a gentle thrust And he’s in her, And she’s inside herself; He smiles at me, lewdly; “She’s mine now.” She takes a huge breath “Oh Christ. It’s big” His huge hands on either hip Gently ease her over the length, Then he stops. Motionless, he lets her feel How fulfilled she has just become. “Oh - My – God,” she pants. Very slowly she moves, Tentatively at first, Stretching over him “Oh big. So very big.” Then she wettens and loosens, And slides more confidently; Her sighs become grunts Then appreciative moans, A greedy girl now. And he begins to push back; His big hands molest her; Exploring cheeks, arse and inner thighs, Then over her back to grasp her shoulders; He takes control And picks up the pace. Big hands maul neck and hair and stomach and tits, As his powerful buttocks pump With piston precision; And soon she’s lost; Moaning and whimpering and calling on God. And then the cruellest thing. She urges “Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh yes! Yes!” And she comes on his cock As he forces himself on her; A long keaning orgasm, Thighs quivering, Buttocks shivering, Neck reddening; Whimpering, moans and long loud cries, The like I’ve never heard before. He is intent on his work. This woman will be subdued Conquered under his strength, And the fat man humiliated. Finally, when she is in throes of pleasure His mouth tenses and buttocks clench And, triumphant, he empties his load, Deep within her. He pumps until the come seeps out of her Only slowing as his force is spent. They stay bent over the sofa , Sweating and panting and clutching each other, ‘Till they subside into shaky composure. Then he straightens and stands, Pulls out his dick and steps aside A hand stroking her big arse. While she whimpers on, Still collapsed over the sofa, In exhausted reverie. He gives her bottom an affectionate smack. “Nice one mate. Your wife is a great fuck. Now do you have a beer?” He slopes off to the kitchen Scratching his arse, Leaving her open to any intruder. I move around the sofa And drop to my knees Behind her. “Oh my darling.” “Thank you. Thank you. “ I cry. I place my hands upon her sweaty cheeks; Put my face into her well used cunt, Amongst the spunk; My nose in her sweating arse. I lick and suck, and from far away she faintly responds, To twitch against my face. As I work on she moans And comes quietly on me. I stand and slip my penis in Her slack and soaking pussy. She doesn’t notice As I wank inside And come in seconds Crying how much I love her. He now stands framed in the doorway Beer in hand. “Sad little fucker aren’t you? Tell you what, fetch her a drink.” I go to the fridge for a bottle of wine. I return with two glasses and pause in the same doorway To see them standing in a passionate embrace; Kissing deeply, Oblivious to me. At length they break and holding her hand he says “Now you sit down here while we go upstairs. Don’t worry, we’ll be loud enough for you to hear.”