I got home late, still wet and sore from the way Marcus had stretched me open. You were already in bed, lights low, waiting like you always do when I go out with him. I stripped down right there at the foot of the bed, letting you see the bite marks on my tits and the dried cum on my inner thighs.
"Start talking," you said, voice rough.
I climbed in beside you, grabbed your hand and shoved it between my legs so you could feel how loose and slick my pussy still was. "His cock is fucking massive," I told you straight. "Thick as my wrist, long enough that the head hit my cervix every time he bottomed out. Black, veiny, and so goddamn hard it barely moved when I tried to push it away."
I wrapped my fingers around your dick and started stroking while I kept going. "I sucked him first. Could barely get the head in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and fed me more until I was gagging and drooling down his shaft. My jaw ached but I kept trying because I wanted to taste every inch before he fucked me."
You were breathing harder, hips twitching. I swung a leg over and sank down on you, letting you feel exactly how open I was. "He bent me over the couch and just shoved it in. No slow start. One hard thrust and I was full. I screamed into the cushion while he pounded me, balls slapping my clit every stroke. The stretch burned so good I came twice before he even changed positions."
I rode you slow and deep while I described it, squeezing my walls around you. "He flipped me on my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders and drilled straight down. I could see the bulge in my stomach every time he buried that monster. He told me to look, to watch his big black cock ruin my married cunt. I came again just from that."
Your hands gripped my hips tight. I leaned forward, tits in your face, and kept whispering the filthy details. "He pulled out and made me suck it clean, then flipped me again and took my ass. I thought it would split me open but I pushed back and took every inch. He came deep in my guts, pumped so much it leaked out around his shaft."
I clenched around you, grinding harder. "After he left I drove straight home still leaking his load so I could tell you every detail while you fuck me. So fuck me now. Use the hole he just wrecked."
You flipped me onto my back and slammed in hard, fucking me exactly like I needed. I kept talking the whole time, describing the size, the way Marcus had growled when he came, how my pussy had fluttered around that huge cock. You lasted longer than usual, pounding the same spots he had stretched, until you finally grunted and added your own cum to the mess inside me.
We lay there panting, your softening dick still inside my sloppy cunt. I reached down and scooped some of the mixed load onto my fingers, brought it to your mouth. "Taste it," I said. "That's what his huge cock does to your wife." You licked my fingers clean without hesitation, and I knew this was only the start of how many times I'd tell you the story tonight.
