Ms Marca and my cuckold hubby (Part 12)

Bill and his grandson

It was around 8:30 and Tim and I were watching Fox News, you think we watch MSNBC, get a life. Just than the phone rang and I saw by the caller ID it was old Bill from down the street.

“Hello, this is Marca.” That was the signal that I used to tell the guys in the neighbor hood that Tim was home and near by so not to get carried away when they were talking to me. If I had just said HELLO, they knew he was not around.

I hadn’t talked to Bill in a few weeks if I remember he was going to visit his grandson before the boy went off to college, they were going down to the Gulf and do some fishing. Just seeing his number on the home phone caller ID sent a little thrill down my spine. I picked up the phone, acutely aware of my husband’s presence next to me, trying to act normal, trying to sound carefully nonchalant.

“Marca I know Tim is there but baby, I got to see you and my old cock is in need of some fine pussy. Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked. The old fucker was straight to the point. He always was like that. I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about his 9 inch cock that was beer can thick. I look at Tim as he looked toward me like he wanted to know who was on the phone.

“Hey Bill you home?”

Tim waved his hands in the air no, he didn’t want to talk tonight to Bill or anyone, the hubby was tired. “Yeah maybe, what’s going on how was your trip?”

I said, glancing at my husband. He was back trying to get engaged in whatever was being said on the TV.

“Marca I got my stud grandson with me for a few days, girl you should see this kids cock thick as my old thing, but a couple inches longer, you got to have some this while he is here.”

I felt the hair on my arms raise slightly, thinking if Tim knew just what I was doing, that he would grab the phone at any minute and tell Bill to fuck off and kick my ass out on the street.

“Ten o’clock? Yea that would be great, have a pot of coffee and I’ll bring your mail down to you!”

“Tim is in the shower, I’ll tell him you called and said hello; see you then.” I hung up immediately and turned my attention back to the television, as though nothing had happened. I hadn’t just made a date right under my husband’s nose.

“Thanks honey I didn’t feel like talking to him, you got his mail for him, I didn’t know you picked it up?”

“Yap the old guy stopped by on his way to the airport and asked if I would, hey I got time to walk down and get it for him, no big deal.”

“Your to good to these old farts around here honey, don’t let them take advantage of you, if they get to asking to much let me know I’ll say something to them.”

Tim my dear if you had a cock like they have and could use it like they can I would not be getting there mail for them.”

“I will dear.” He didn’t say anything else.

Bill was an older, distinguished gentleman with old world manners and a big thick cock, he drew me into him from their first morning coffee at our place when Tim was out of town and before long the two of us were spending a lot of time together. That first morning I discovered that he did indeed have a nice, big, fat, juicy cock and in the months since we became lovers, I found myself ever deeper in his world.

Thank god Tim was too tired to even think about sex, let alone wanting to fuck. In bed in the dark I had my mind going a mile a minute, shit Bill said his grandson had a cock bigger than his, oh fuck, do both oh my god.

It felt like morning would never come but it did and Tim was off to work and I had my shower. I had called my solon the first thing this morning and got the first appointment. I was there at 9AM. I got my nails done (French manicure) and was waxed (Brazilian), whether in or out of the bedroom, I was going to suck and fuck them until they were limp and I was sore and they could fuck and suck no more.

As I was getting ready for my sex session day, I chose my outfit very carefully to accentuate my assets. I picked a black thong and a black pencil skirt, tightly hugging the curve of my ample 38 inch rear, and a sexy black lace bra, which I covered with a tight-fitting black blouse with a diving neckline. My 40DD’s were still as perky as ever, and the cleavage was almost deep enough to dive into. I smiled at myself in the mirror, knowing how good I looked. Despite nearing 33, my hourglass figure was as sexy as ever.

At just a little after 10 AM I was walking up to the door of Bill’s house with his mail in hand. I raised my hand to knock, but before I even touched the wood, the door swung open, and the grandson was in front of me.

“Hi,” he said. I watched him drink me in from top to bottom, watched his pupils dilate as he took in my curves. I did the same, letting my gaze slide down his tall, slender frame. My eyes lingered briefly on the zipper of his blue jeans. “Come in,” he invited, breaking my reverie. Than I saw Bill walking up to me and I stepped over the threshold into his arms. He reached past me to slam the door shut as I raised my lips to his. He was over six feet three inches to my five-ten, but with my 5 inch fuck me heels that made stand eye to eye with Bill, we had always managed to fit together. I pressed my mouth against his, darting my tongue playfully between his lips.

Already I could feel his hardness through our clothes, and moisture was beginning to rise between my own legs. He kissed me more deeply, our tongues dancing together, and pulled me tightly against him. For a moment, it seemed like the world slipped away as we kissed, as though nothing else mattered or would ever matter again.

He released me gently, taking my hand in his. “Marca I want you to meet my grandson Phil, Phil this is the wonderful lady I was telling you about Marca.”

I stuck my hand out and he took my hand. “Bill you didn’t tell me you had such a good looking hunk of a grandson, Phil you must be six-five, six, maybe 230 pounds and I can see you work out.”

“Wow your good six-six, 240#; and may I say you’re everything and more than what grandfather said you were.”

I looked at Bill smiling and my pussy was getting wet, just thinking about this big 18 year old hunk. “Bill what all did you tell Phil, I hope it was nothing bad about me?”

“Just told him you were the best cock sucker I had ever been with and you could make your pussy suck a cock like your mouth did.”

I acted shocked and even blush a little. “Bill your bad, telling Phil things like that, don’t you believe a thing he said Phil I’m a nice person!”

Bill spoke up, “Let’s at least get to the bedroom,” he said, smiling. He led me across the living room to his bedroom. I could tell he had cleaned for me; his king-size bed was neatly made with a midnight-blue comforter, and candles burned on each of the bedside tables. I smiled at the effort he / they had gone too, since Bill knew what was going to happen regardless. It was sweet, romantic, and completely unnecessary.

Bill slipped over to the big easy chair in the corner and as he took a seat he said to his grandson, “She is all yours Phil.” I placed one hand on Phil’s chest and pushed him down onto the bed. I clambered atop him, my skirt hitching up to my hips, exposing the creamy tan flesh of my thighs. Straddling him, I leaned down and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around me, his tongue pushing deeper into my mouth, his hard cock pressing against my nearly naked crotch.

I sat up, still atop him, and peeled off my top. He shifted my weight on top of him so that he too could sit up. Keeping me straddled on top of him, he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. My large breasts tumbled out, pink nipples standing tightly at attention.

He groaned just at the sight of them. Cupping the left one in his hand, he flicked the nipple gently with his tongue. My hips jerked involuntarily against him, and I moaned. He flicked it again and again, and I tipped my head back, arching my back and thrusting my tits forward toward his face.

He switched his attention to the right breast, giving it the same tongue teasing as he pinched my left nipple with his hand. I moaned again, feeling myself getting even wetter, as he finally took my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. My hips thrust against him again, and he sucked more urgently at my breasts, switching randomly between them. I could feel myself reaching climax.

He felt it too, and took me further, biting softly at my erect nipples. He pressed my breasts together, taking both nipples into his mouth at once, biting and sucking as I thrust helplessly against him. I cried out and orgasm hard, my body rigid, my wet bush pushing against his erection through his jeans. He kept me at the peak of sensation as long as possible, biting at my nipples and holding me hard against him.

I finally relaxed, letting my head come back forward. I sighed heavily, feeling my breathing return to normal and my eyes refocus. He laughed softly and said, “Well that was easy.” I smiled coyly back at him, saying, “Oh, I’m not done yet.”

I pulled his T-shirt over his head and pushed him onto his back again. His frame was slender but muscular. I pulled my leg across him, so that I was lying next to him, and kissed his mouth briefly, letting one hand wander down his torso.

I began kissing his neck and ear as my hand unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and slid inside. I massaged his hard dick as I kissed his face, his lips, and his neck. He groaned slightly, and I released him. Kissing him hard one more time, I began the journey downward.

I kissed my way down his chest and stomach, trailing my fingers up and down his sides and watching him shiver with pleasure. I arrived at his crotch, and pulled his jeans and boxer briefs off, watching his erection spring free from its trap. “Fuck you are big, Jesus fucking Christ what a cock!”

I held it with one hand and took the tip into my mouth, sucking hard as I pulled back and released it. He cried out, and I settled myself between his legs, sucking again, but only on the hard tip. I tasted a drop of his seed on my lips, and went deeper, taking more and more of him in every time I went down, until his whole shaft was in my mouth.

“Oh, God!” he cried, grabbing my head and pushing me down harder. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his penis as I came up, and let him guide me back down, sucking hard.

My pussy was tingling with anticipation, so wet that I couldn’t take it anymore. I released him and sat up, straddling him again, my skirt still hiked up around my hips. I shoved my thong to one side and lowered myself onto him slowly; until I had taken his full ten maybe it was more all I know this was one fucking big cock.

It felt so good to feel him filling me up. His erection was almost a forty-five degree angle, so that it pushed hard against my G-spot when I sat upright on top of him. My thong was shoved against my clit, so that as I began to move, it rubbed hard against me.

I slowly moved up and down, his cock pressing against me inside, my thong pressing against me outside. I had barely started when I began to come again. My muscles clenched and unclenched, milking his shaft as I climaxed, my breasts swinging and bouncing as I fucked him.

My thong was now dripping wet. “Don’t move,” I told him. I pulled myself off him long enough to remove both it and my skirt, and immediately climbed back aboard. This time, rather than ride him cowgirl style, I laid down on his torso, my tits conveniently up near his mouth, and my whole body pressed against his.

As I started to move, my clit rubbed up against him, and he took one breast into his mouth, sucking hard. The combination of sensations was incredible. I thrust my hips against him slowly, relishing the feeling of his body pressed against mine, of his tongue lapping at my nipple. He flicked at my other nipple with his fingers, and my throbbing clit started to respond again.

I tried to slow my climax, to pace myself, but my body wouldn’t listen. For a third time, I was thrown into the throes of sensation again, exploding against him. He pulled my head to him and kissed me as I came. I moaned into his mouth, feeling my body tense and release with the sensation.

As soon as my climax ended, he grabbed me around the waist, and flipped me onto my back without withdrawing from me. He propped himself up over top of me, and pulled my legs up over his shoulder. In that position, he began to move, slowly at first, but picking up speed, jamming his dick into me as hard as he could.

I lifted my hips to meet him as he came forward, pushing him inside me as far as he could go. As he neared his own climax, he reached down with one hand and flicked my clit, rubbing it in time to his thrusts. The pleasure was mounting again, but I held off my own orgasm until he reached his, so that we both cried out simultaneously, his penis jumping inside me as he spent himself, pressing against my G-spot and intensifying my orgasm.

After he was done, he collapsed on top of me, my legs trapped underneath him, his dick softening inside me. I found his lips and kissed him gently, mostly without tongue. After a few minutes, he rolled to one side, and I sat up, smiling at his languid posture and closed eyes. I looked over at his grandfather and saw that Bill had undressed and was stroking his long hard old cock, that mother fucker had taken his pill and was ready to pound my poor puffy pussy.

Phil got off the bed and I saw Bill get up as I spread my legs and he was between them in a flash. I felt his hard cock brushing along my inner thigh; and I loved it. I was longing to feel his cock start to penetrate me. I remember how it felt the very first time it felt really good as it slipped inside. He was kissing me and pumping his lovely cock into me. I was just moaning and holding on. We both were sweating and breathing heavy as we kissed and rubbed and fucked. I was very close to having an orgasm when I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder to see Phil standing there watching us.

My first thought was oh both at once, but just then Bill really started to fuck me hard. He was groaning and slamming into me. I knew he was coming. Then I could feel his hot cum flood my pussy as he squirted it deep inside me. I was lost in passion and I just closed my eyes and thrust my pelvis into his. I was still very close to coming, when he started to slow down and he whispered some things in my ear that I didn’t quite hear as he finally stopped. He kissed me and smiled as he pulled his cock out. God I felt empty as I felt his cum seeping out of my pussy. He got up off the bed. I was still laying in the middle of the king size bed. I sat up a little and closed my legs and covered my breasts with my hands. As I opened my eyes, I could see Phil looking at me and smiling and discussing me with his grandfather as if I was not in the room.

I exposed my naked breasts to them and, as I looked down at my breasts, I let my leg fall open slightly; I knew they could easily see my puffy pussy lips.

I looked up and all I really remember is that Phil was pushing in between my legs. I laid back and closed my eyes as I felt his cock find my pussy. He rubbed it up and down in my pussy lips before he finally slipped it inside of my grateful pussy. I must have been the first older women he had ever been with because he fucked me hard for about 45 minutes causing me to go off 4 or 5 times and they both heard me begging for more after each time I came.

“Oh fuck me baby, fuck my pussy like it is your pussy, take it all and give me your hot cream!”

I look pass Phil toward his grandfather at the end of the bed and the old fucker is smiling at me. “You like my boy Marca?” I moan and nod yes as he humped harder into me. “Oh Bill you going to let me have him when he comes to visit you?”

“For sure baby, heel his dad, my son may want some of your fine ass next time he comes in town!”

The only thing that came to mind was I was going to keep it in the family, oh shit all three of them. One minute before he was groaning and shooting his spunk inside my cunt to mingle with his grandfather cream. I loved it. All I remember is that they took turns for the next three or four hours and they pumped a load of spunk deep inside my pussy each time they went off. As Phil was the first and he was the last to fuck me hard and finally shot his load inside my completely loose and sloppy pussy, I just laid there in a pool of cum, sweaty and exhausted. Phil was still on top of me breathing hard and I could still feel his pulsing cock inside me as his cum spurted out around it and down over my ass. I swear I never stopped coming. With each fuck by them, my orgasms grew stronger and stronger.

I was moaning and kissing and letting these two big cocks fuck me and suck on my nipples. God, I was in cock heaven! When Phil had finished fucking me, I noticed that Bill was still looking at me and smiling. Phil said something and Bill nodded. Then Bill pulled me to my feet.

I went to the bathroom and took a whore’s bath making sure I washed my pussy and used the shower attachment to clean out the guy’s crud and doing my best to reorganize my hair and refresh my makeup. I then began finding my clothes, which were all scattered more or less in the vicinity of the bed. The thong was too wet to wear, so I just left it where it lay, and hoped my husband wouldn’t notice that I didn’t have on panties when I met him at the club for dinner.

I looked at the young college hunk and smiled as I was about to tell him how much I liked the afternoon and looked forward to seeing him again; when he said. “Damn your husband is one lucky guy!”

“Oh you think so, why do you say that Phil?”

“Fuck he gets some of your ass every night.”

I giggled as I looked at Bill; “Honey my hubby only gets my ass about twice a month, if he is lucky.”

“Damn how come?”

“He doesn’t have much of a sex drive and it is easier to jerk him off than to mess with fucking him, anyway I got to go, Bill call me, see you guys!”

“Leaving so soon?” Bill mumbled from the bed. I had been there only about five and half hours.

“I’m expected at the club for dinner and cocktails at 6.”

To be continued ….