Loss of Innocence 2

Loss of Innocence 2 [part 2 of 4]
By: Drdlove (drdlove2003@yahoo.ca)

Part 2

I got off of my bed and went into the ensuite to smoke a joint before I resumed the film. My cock was aching and the pot quickly aroused my imagination. I need ed it at this point to calm myself, as I watched the action of my wife being taken by another man while she allowed him to use her body for his personal satisfaction. What was I about to see? How far would she take this? Would he come inside of her or over her tits? Would she swallow his come? The thoughts raced through my mind. The room was hot from the late July heat so I decided to slip out of my clothes. I locked the bedroom door and laid down on the fine cotton sheets of my bed. With one hand on my cock and the other on the remote, I pressed play, and then reached for the glass of scotch that was quickly melting from "on the rocks" to a smoother blend, "with water". Perhaps my marriage was the same.

The action resumed. He kissed her navel gently nuzzling, kissing and inhaling her sent. His lips moved down toward her panties, he wanted to taste her and was making his move, hope to get his tongue beneath the wet folds of her pussy. As his mouth approached the waistband, his tongue, slithered across her abdomen from the left pelvic bone, across the top of her panties to the right pelvic bone. Just beneath her navel his tongue ran through the patch of pussy hair that she kept above her bald snatch. As much as she loved having her cunt devoured, I doubted she'd let him on their first rendez vous. She shoved him playfully onto his back and then stepped forward between his legs, she stepped up onto the bed, knealing over him and mounting his lap. She ground herself onto him feeling his stiffness through her panties, against her ass cheeks. His chubby little cock poked at the crack of her ass. Then leaning forward over him, her tits flopped forwards and dangled above his chin, she lowered her mouth onto his and kissed him deeply again. The lace fabric of her panties stretched across the crack of her ass, I could see the pale lobes of her butt through them. As she leaned forward to kiss him her ass lifted off of him and I could see the crotch of her panties now separating the lips of her moist pussy. His body trembled beneath her, she continued to suck his lips and tongue into her mouth.

Then in his first attempt all night at taking control of the moment, he rolled her off of his body and onto her back, and then rolled up beside her, one leg straddled over her thighs, a hand full of her creamy white tit, and his mouth full with her plunging tongue. He nuzzled his nose into the nape of her neck and nibbled at her ear lobe, kissing behind her neck. His hand released the grip he had on her tit and slid down to the damp slit between her legs. She allowed him to work a finger beneath the fabric, and into the folds of her cunt. He dipped a single finger slowly into her and felt her wetness.

She paused for a moment and whispered in his ear, something like "do you want to make love to me ?" or perhaps a more demanding, "I want you to take me now", whatever her choice of words, his idiotic response bellowed, "fuck ya!!" and she giggled, like she might have done when she was 17. He wasted no time in positioning himself between her raised legs. He kicked the boxers off over his ankles and kneeling between her legs her surveyed her pale smooth skin, her breasts spread flat over her chest, heaving with every breath. He reached forward and with a hand on either side, he slid the waist of her panties down just an inch so that the top of her pubic hair was showing. She lifted her hips off the bed to assist in the removal of her panties, and then waited for him to pull them down over her legs. But his hands retreated to her knees. She looked confused, maybe worried that he was having second thoughts.

"Oh for crying out loud, fuck her you idiot" I thought to myself. My cock was now raging and full of come. For whatever the hell she saw in him, he had her squirming and hot, and now it looked like he might not be man enough after all.

He leaned forward and kissed her tit and then straightened up and tugged them down another inch or so, he was trying to be coy. It was his attempt at teasing her. She folded her hands behind her head, opening herself to him and then spread her legs apart giving him a clear view of the sopping pussy that awaited his arrival, just beneath the see through panties. He stopped again, and rubbed his cock as if he were going to jerk himself over her waiting body. She closed her eyes and raised her hips again, inviting him to remove them all the way. This time he pulled them all the way up to her knees, which hand now been brought together so as not to stretch the pretty panties that I favoured so much.

With her knees together and in the air she now took over the task and slid her soaking panties over her ankles, her twat gaping in front of him. She flung the panties to the floor and reached for him pulling his weight onto her body. He arched his back and pushed his cock into her mound. His hips gyrated, as if his cock was searching for her honey hole. Then he laid down onto her and continued to massage her tits, kissing at her warm flesh. She seemed to be getting impatient, it was clear that she wanted him to fuck her but he was delaying. He dry humped her thigh, and pressed his own high against her dampness giving her something to press her clit against and hump him back.

I took a sip of my scotch and waited eagerly to see the penetration. I was now wanting her to enjoy whatever pleasure that she was seeking. I longed to have her beside me at that moment to explain the details, or just to suck my cock while I watched her perform her sexual desires on this man.

He slid back between her legs again, leaving a trail of warm sticky pre come from the tip of his dick to the opening of her snatch. She grabbed at the head of his penis and guided into her warm welcoming box. He grunted and crammed it in, jolted her body forward on the bed. She lifted her legs and wrapped around his waist to allow his small cock better access. He plowed hard into her driving the breath from her each time he hammered himself into her. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face to her neck again, her head flailed from side to side eventually resting to the right side gazing into the top corner of the room. His hands met hers behind her head and under the pillow and her held them there as he continued to crash his body against hers. She panted and between breaths grunted "oh yeah" to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Then he suddenly raised himself up on his knees again. He grabbed her raised legs, pulled her towards his cock, pushing the head back into the opening of her pussy. His cock pulsed one, two three and then four shot of hot come into her. Her pussy was pulsing as it accepted his orgasm. He hadn't finished shooting his wad into her when the first shots began to leak out around his cock head. The angle of the camera gave me a great view. The PI that had been filming this action must have forgotten his purpose and was now entranced in the action himself. The camera zoomed in, to provide a side view of her with her legs raised up and wrapped around his waist. His cock still between her lips which were now leaking fresh come over her pussy lips, and dripping down to her asshole and onto the cheap bed sheets. She seemed relieved that she had made him come, but she didn't seem to have done the same herself. He rolled off of her and laid, spent, beside her on the bed.

She waited a moment or two allowing the come to drizzle down between her cheeks, her spasming pussy squeezing it out as though it didn't belong there. She reached over one hand and gave his cock a playful squeeze, it wasn't limp. I wondered if she was satisfied or if the conquest was simply to make him come, a power trip perhaps.

He tried again to get between her legs, kissing the mound and playing with her pubic hair but she again rejected his attempts and pulled him to her for another full kiss. Then she left him there alone on the bed, and walked entirely nude across the room, glancing at the part in the curtains on her way to the wash room.

He had also noticed the part in the curtains but since neither of them lived in this piece of shit town, no-one would know that they were both cheating on their loving spouses at home.

In the wash room she ran the tap in the sink and straddled the cold bowl of the toilet and drained the last of his come from inside her vagina. It streamed out of her and into the water, finally a glob of his goo, slid out in one lump. She wiped the sticky remainder from her lips with toilet paper and then washed her hands, contemplating what to do next.

Watching his jizz draining from her box and onto the bed had brought me to climax and I shot my own steaming wad onto my chest and my hand. My pulsing cock was drained and going limp but I felt like I had more. The tape was only half over, so I knew she wasn't finished either.

For the next 2 hours they laid embracing in bed in their underwear drinking wine and discussing the good old days, in high school, when they had nothing, and no responsibilities or anyone to take care of. They had no commitments. She thought she might be in love with him, but I could see that he was in love with the next lay, regardless of who it was. I wondered why they hadn't used protection and if he does this sort of thing often. I doubted that she had done it ever before, but he seemed like just the type of scuzzball that could only value himself based on the number of "other men's wives" he'd fucked. "Low class jerk off", I thought to myself.

If she was going to do this, it should have at least been with someone who valued her for what she is to me, and treated her to a nice dinner, showed some class, spent some money on a nice hotel room. Perhaps he'd have been well hung and good looking, a romantic, who would sweep her off her feet and make love to her for a night or two and then send her back home to her family. That would have been easier to accept than this low class dick who was looking for someone to make himself feel like a man. I wanted to punch him in the head and then tell him what he should have done. She had blown her innocence on a hasty night in a cheap hotel. She's worth so much more. But still, this is what she wanted.

After a few hours, she again rolled onto him and straddled him. Smiling she announced that she wasn't planning on returning home that night as she had arranged an alibi and it was her intent to make up for lost time. She told him that she wanted to only think of her, even when he was back in his own bed with his own wife, and she planned to ensure that by "fucking his brains out again", "how does that sound, does that make the trip worth it" she said. Again, his lack of intellect stunned me as he grinned and blurted, "fuck ya"!!

She pulled his white boxer off again stopping to kiss the head of his stiffening cock. This time she could taste the dried juices of her pussy on his cock. Then she straightend her body and pulled her panties off again, and straddled his cock, taking it all as she sat upon it. This would give her better control and ensure that she had all of his length inside of her. She gyrated and mashed her clit against his pubic bone. Her body rocked back and forth on top of him. She swung her hair over her should and rode him grinding his meat into her pussy. She steadied her body over him, pressing her hands into his chest. I watched as her ass cheeks moved up and down slapping on his thighs as she tried to take his minimal meat into her. Apparently it was big enough. She began to moan loudly collapsing onto his chest. Her tits pressed flat against him and she raised her ass and then slammed it down on his cock, at full penetration she ground herself onto him and brought herself to orgasm.

This time a clear stream of fluid ran down his shaft and onto his ball sack. It was not as thick as his cum had been before and I knew that this time it was her wet pussy that was leaking all over his balls and onto the bed. The wirey hair that nearly concealed his erect cock was matted in her juices. She lifted herself off of him. As his cock withdrew he shot a small wad of cum straight in the air. It hit her right on the belly and ran down into the tuft of hair.

The camera stopped and there was blackness for a moment and then the film resumed again, this time with night vision equipment to assist. The time on the camera read 1:32am. They must have been sleeping. Midway through the night, she had broken the embrace and gone down on him again. She sucked him back to hardness and woke him in the process. This time she sucked hard, playing with his balls and sucking on his knob. His hands were now reaching beneath her panties and he was playing with her clit and fingering her twat. On her side, leaning over his leg to suck his cock, she raised one leg to give hive access to her cunt. He slid two fingers into her and plowed deeply. His fingers were longer than his dick, so she was feeling more fulfilled this time. She was getting into it and nearing orgasm, when he shot his creamy load into her mouth. Engrossed in her own pleasure, she didn't stop and did what I have always wanted her to do, but she seldom does. She gobbled his come sucking every last drop into her mouth and down her throat. Then she bucked wildly crying out as she squeezed her legs around his arm and fucked his fingers fully, leaving his hand wet with her cum. The eeriness of the green tinted night vision camera and their glowing eyes faded out to black and then there was nothing.

My cock stiffened again as the tape continued. Fading back into what was now daylight again. They were both naked and wet, and were getting dressed. The camera now read 7:51 am. It was clear to me that they had just been in the shower together.

I closed my eyes and listed to the rustling sounds from the video as they got dressed, every now and then I'd open an eye to see her naked body as she pulled on her sexy bra and panties. He was also watching, sitting there naked on the bed.

I imagined the scene inside the shower. She had likely washed her snatch in the warm stream of the shower, soaping it and rubbing her hand between her legs. He was probably standing behind her, his cock poking at her ass while he soaped and rubbed his hands over her tits. Then she turned and fell to her knees and sucked him one more time, this time allowing him to shoot his come onto her tits. It ran between them forming a sticky goo as it congealed in the water. She stood and allowed him to wash her breasts of with one hand and finger fuck her with the other. She leaned back against the shower wall. He pumped her with his hand until she faked another orgasm. They kissed in the warm water for a few minutes and then turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. The prick reached for the biggest towel and wrapped himself in it letting her fend for herself. She didn't really notice the lack of chivalry though. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it across her breasts, her cold nipples stood so strong it was as if they were holding the towel up.

My cock was still hard and I was jerking it furiously trying to get a second load off before the film had ended. The imagery that I had conjured wasn't enough but as I opened my eyes, and watched some more, the closing scene was all it took. He stood behind her and cupped her tits, he kissed her neck, and slid a hand down the front of her panties. His cock pressed against her ass and her whispered to her, "next time I want some of this" and he pumped his hips forward poking his cock into her butt. She turned toward the desk, placed her hands on it and splayed her legs apart. He moved behind her and tugged her panties half way down her thigh, exposing her sweet round ass. He began to fuck her ass cheeks. His short cock didn't make it to her asshole, but I'm sure it felt good for him, as he got faster and more desparate to cum, she bent further forward opening herself for him again, he thrust forward and managed to get his dick to the opening of her cunt before he shot a single weak wad at her pussy lips. Then he pulled then panties back up, covering the mess he'd made between her legs. The warm cum that wasn't trapped in the crotch of her panties was running down her leg. He turned to get dressed. She rubbed a hand across her box to help the fabric soak up his seed and then pulled on her Capri pants.

Their night was over. Now what to do with this information? Would they do it again? Did I want that?