A little fantasy I wrote for Cheryl's husband, Imagefap member hubbydoug, inspired by this photo of her on vacation (deleted at Doug's request)- her lovely heavy tits hanging provocatively beneath her as she bends forward. I can imagine cupping their weight in my hands as I push against her shapely butt, presented for the world's admiration!

The view of her heavy, soft, full breasts swaying underneath her as she bends over the kayak is great. Especially as she has her bum stuck right up in the air... What an agonisingly exquisite choice as I walk up behind her, my engorged cock swaying slowly from side to side, and pull aside her bikini panties - just where will my urgent dick finally unload its hot cargo? One hole so beautifully custom-made for the job - so inviting; so wet; so much a masterpiece of soft pink petals opening like a rose glistening with dew. The other so closed, so private; so much a gamble - but experience shows that the high stakes and that feeling of invading such hallowed ground make the ecstacy that much more keen. She'd gasp and struggle at first but with patience I'll feel her start backing onto my thrusting pole as she realises that I'm not intent upon hurting her. Her stretched portal will start to lubricate all on its own and with one of my hands trying to get its fill of her swaying, free breasts and the other oh so gently playing with her dripping cunt lips and clitoris she'll finally admit to herself that this alien pushing itself ever deeper into forbidden territory brings only a new pleasurable challenge. Her breaths will become deeper and gasping and I'll feel her body weight on the base of my cock increase as her knees start to quiver and less able to cope with her emotion. She makes a pretty ineffectual attempt to reach back and play with my bursting balls slapping against her cheeks, but in all honesty she needs both hands firmly on her knees just to cope now. And then suddenly it all gets too much for me.

Christ! Is this how I repay Doug's hospitality here on holiday, violating his sweet sexy wife in the most intimate way while his back's turned? But, fuck me, I'm loving every thrust, every tortured yelp from an increasingly out-of-control Cheryl - I'm relishing every push deeper up inside her; every extra sway of her tits; every squeeze of her tight puckered ring around the base of my shaft. Oh God; oh God; oh God - this is fucking...aarghh; oh God, Cheryl, I'm shooting right up inside of you. Oh God; oh FUCK ME!!!!!!!! Oh shit; oh fuck; oh Jesus - I'm just pumping and pumping... Hold on darling; I don't want this moment ever to end... Cheryl's head has lost all means of supporting itself and is just hanging between her shoulders as she just sobs and moans gently to herself. Her arms and legs start to shake and she sinks onto her knees, pulling me down by my exhausted cock. The act of moving position ejects my shaft from her and I just kneel there, marvelling at her distended and violated arsehole, gently closing and opening like a wild flower as it starts to relax. And here it comes - my spent cream, already congealing into lumps, starts oozing out of her, gently at first but in increasing gobs as Cheryl kneels there gasping. I watch, transfixed, as my sperm runs the little way to her sopping cunt and starts to mingle with her juices, giving into gravity and running down her engorged lips. The first globs are starting to gather just below her little bush and drip off her when I realise there is one last chapter in this passion play - I lean forward and start to clean her up. My tongue laps greedily at her cunt, licking up our combined juices - hers so sweet, thick and musky and mine almost salty with almonds. Together they make a delicious cocktail that I hungrily devour. Most of my cum has now left her and soon her pussy just glistens in the afternoon sun. The tip of my tongue runs around her sweet butt-hole and I can't resist a final probe inside. Cheryl gasps again and I'd like to imagine that she has another little orgasm - in truth, though, the woman is plain spent. The enormity of all this starts to sink in and I look around to start getting organized. I look behind me and........ "AAAARGGHHH! FUCK ME, DOUG, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FILMING??????????????????????????????????

"Jesus Christ, mate, I'm so sorry; I'm so sorry - oh hang on - you're smiling, and you're getting your pulsing cock out... Yeah, OK, I know how the camera works - I'll take over. Jesus Christ; go easy on her." Cheryl is lying on her side now, semi-comatose from the violent pounding she's just endured but also with absolute fear. Her hubby's not a violent man but there are limits... You're not standing on ceremony tonight - Cheryl is way past subtle acts of love and respect. You pull her hair to turn her face towards you, kneel down and with absolutely no preparation or explanation you push your cock deep into her mouth and start thrusting into her as hard as you care. She tries to summon up the energy to resist but she's exhausted - a complete mess if truth be told. Somewhere deep inside her psyche her instincts kick in - both her duty as a wife and her sense of shame at what you've had to witness. She grasps your pulsing shaft with one hand and your taut, full balls with the other. Autopilot gets her moving her head back and forth by herself now and her soft loving fingers do their magic. She's blowing for her life and her marriage now and she's going to put on a show. You kneel there, wondering where this expertise has come from. Cheryl has always been a loving sensuous wife who has kept you completely happy, but where has this whore come from who suddenly is able to take the whole of your engorged cock into her mouth, her lips coming right up to your belly and balls? She's inserting two, three fingers fully into her sopping slit and pushing them into your mouth for you to lick clean -fuck; does she taste brilliant or what? Christ; she's never kneaded my balls so urgently - and she's certainly never before started running her finger up towards your own arsehole with such assurance. Oh God - her fingertip is just pushing inside and Christ, is she sucking like there's no tomorrow???? And suddenly for you there is no tomorrow. It's all too much to hold back: the sight of your own sweet wife being violently analised by the guy you called your friend; the mess Cheryl was after he'd finished; the utterly hopeless resignation in which she'd let you fuck her face at first; the revelation of the hidden skills within the Cheryl-whore you'd married. Suddenly the world seems FUCKING MARVELLOUS and with a bellow like a rutting fucking elephant you unload what feels like gallons of the thickest, stickiest, tastiest, most potent sperm you've ever ejaculated deep into Cheryl's throat.

She didn't get a mouthful - it completely bypassed her mouth! What she had was a lifetime's lust and love injected straight into her throat. And you have to hand it to her - she makes a valiant effort to cope with it all, but ultimately doomed. And you know you shouldn't glean pleasure like this but you suddenly see yourself from above, as if you're watching yourself in a movie. The tableau is playing out - you kneeling there by the side of the river, your cock still pulsing gently, watching this hopeless wreck of a wife choking and choking on the million gallons of sticky sperm that was pumped into her as, yes - you have to admit - part of her punishment. And you're frightened to have to admit to yourself that you feel good; fuck it - you feel GREAT!!! Your mind almost idly flies back to an image of a sweet pretty bride waiting at the altar, with almost childish dreams of being a nice person, a great wife and a loving companion - a million years ago... And almost sadly, that image is tainted by the pics that Dave did for you of his cum load violating that child bride - and you suddenly remember him. Is he still filming this; what the fuck is he doing?

You look around as coincidentally he's opening his mouth to speak. "Erm; sorry mate - I've just stopped filming - I don't think I can hold back." "You're not wrong there" you think to yourself as your gaze falls to his cock, once again throbbing with a life of its own. Almost defensively you protest, glancing at Cheryl's still-exposed thighs and backside. "Oh hang on, pal - give the girl a rest". But Dave's not interested in Cheryl's glistening cunt or her tortured butt - he just has to unload somewhere. He keeps walking, almost running in his urgency - straight towards you. Oh fuck; I know we're friends - but surely you don't want to...? And laughing with relief, you see him push you aside and kneel next to Cheryl's face. She's finished choking now but is far from composed. But she knows what's happening. Her eyes widen and she's just about to protest as the first gush hits in her on the forehead. It's hot and her head jerks back. Mistake - the next spurt gets her straight in her eye. Now, helpless and blind, she just has to lie there whilst the flood subsides. It's in her hair, up her nose, all over her chin and mouth (she wasn't going to open that again...); even in one of her ears. Where did that bastard get it all from?? She still didn't realise that the answer was with her all along - without even trying she drove her husband and his friend wild and unthinking in their desire for her.

Dave was sated; Doug in a sense of euphoric shock. They both just knelt there with the shadows lengthening, drinking in the vision of this defenceless woman that used to be Cheryl lying there, invaded so violently by both of them and just uncaringly surrendering to the sperm oozing down her face. Dave broke the spell. "Just remembered, Doug - I've got some cold beers in the car. Fancy one?" "Yep" you say "I reckon we've both earned one." "OK, let's wander up and grab one - besides it'll give Cheryl time to clean up before dinner" Dave said. And you turn and looked him straight in the eye: "How very considerate - it's true what they say about English gentlemen...."! 

THE END!!!!