Tara: Trophy Wife Life: Part 2_(0)

Steve hadn’t noticed anything different about his wife when got home that night. Tara made sure she cleaned up and put on a smile. Even when they made love that night Steve couldn’t tell that she had been another man’s play thing that afternoon. She had gotten away with it. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t still get caught.


When the doorbell rang the next morning, Tara was ready. Her micro skirt and metallic purple bikini top/thong combo were the only items she wore aside from her stiletto heels. She only opened the door a crack, not wanting to let the neighbours see her greeting her guests dressed in so little. That hope was dashed though when Cole pushed the door wide and entered with three other boys.


They crowded around her greeting her warmly and none of them looking her in the eyes. “Hi Mrs. Benson!” They were all eager and happy.


Cole pushed the other jackals back. “Calm down guys. Make yourselves at home.” He took her by the hand and led her down the hall. “We’ll be right back.”


Entering her bedroom, Tara spun around. “Why did you bring so many guys over here? Just what do you think is going to happen here?”


In answer, Cole took out his tool. “Look, I like you Mrs. Benson but the truth is you’re going to do whatever I want you to unless you want your husband to find out about you cumming on your teenage neighbour. I watched the video last night. It was obvious you enjoyed yourself…”


His grubby fingers hooked under her bikini and pulled it away from her perky tits and set them free.
“Put your hand on me.” He helped her, moving her hand to his quickly thickening member.


“See? There’s nothing for you to say… just do.” He smiled as she started to stroke him automatically.


“That’s it. Just do what you’re good at.” He said.


“Are they going to take turns on me?” Tara accepted her fate.


“All day long.” He played with her breasts and pulled her top off completely.


“Ohh… I don’t know. Please don’t make me…” She tried to stroke him faster to try to persuade him.


Cole didn’t care. He knew where they stood and there wasn’t much that she could do about it. Plus he now felt guilt free after he watched her cum on him in the video. “You’re talking too much.” He said. “See if you can fit me in your mouth.”


It did fit. Barely. So with his hands clamped on the sides of her head, Cole scraped her brains with his fleshy tool until drool was running from her mouth and she could barely breathe. This was fun but Cole didn’t want to waste any more time. He told her, “Okay, now get up on the bed. I want a good shot at you before we run a train on you.”


“Oh please, let me ride you. You’re so big!” Tara secretly wanted to have Cole again but was still afraid of how big he was. She wanted to be full with him inside her but on her own terms. It was the other boys that scared her now. What kind of life, what kind of wife, what kind of stupid person was she to end up like this?


Cole lay back in the middle of her and her husband’s bed. His cock was thick and strained, lifting off of his stomach into the air. Pulling off her thong, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled him. His girth slid along her moistening lips while his grubby hands pawed at her perfect body.


“What are you going to make me do?” She slid forward and back over the length of him, getting him wet with her juices. His hands ran the length of her long thighs.


“Anything we want, I guess. Just try to enjoy yourself.” He suckled at her pert nipples as she lifted his full swollen cock and placed the head at her entrance and began her long journey down on it.


“Please,” she said breathlessly as she dipped up and down on him, “you have to be gone before my husband comes home.”


“We’ll see about that. You just do what you’re told and pretend you don’t love it.” With that, Cole thrust up inside her where they both wanted him to be, gripping her hips to hold her in place. She was magnificent when completely impaled on him, hot and writhing in a desperate panic. A few more thrusts and Tara was defeated and willing.


She threw herself against him fucking her brains out! Welcoming this drepravity was her only option it seemed and she had to admit that she had thought about Cole’s mighty cock sausage fisting its way into her more than once since their fling yesterday.