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The Frenchman

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Brett Martin and Jos Depardu had been friends for over 20 years despite living on opposite sides of the world. They attended each other’s weddings, were godparents to each others daughters and he would visit each other once or twice a year. But behind that friendship was a secret affair Jos has been having with Brett’s wife Rae that was about to take a unexpected new twist on his latest visit.

Chapter 5: Debate

“I’ll see you tonight hon .” She waved goodbye and closed the door, her mind racing with anticipation. She knew better than to be so reckless, but Jos had this way of manipulating her, of making her feel seen and desired, even when she knew better. She hurried upstairs to the bedroom where Jos was just getting out of the shower, his dark, damp skin, contrasting with the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist , gleaming in the dim lighting. The air was heavy with tension as she locked the door and stood completely still for a moment, drinking in the sight of him before sauntering over to where he stood, his eyes locked on hers.

Without a word, she slipped off her robe, the sound echoing through the room as she sank to her knees, but this time, not for a kiss. Jos's hands moved, unfurling the towel, a smile spreading from ear to ear. She slid down, her hands wrapping around his big black shaft, her fingers fluttering over his balls. It jerked to life immediately, and she moaned at the thickness and heat radiating through her.

She stroked him slowly at first, her lips parted as she watched his reactions, his jaw clenching, his breath hitching. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and defiance, before she swirled her tongue around the head, tasting him, feeling the silky smoothness against her taste buds. His hands fisted in her hair as she took him deeper, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. She sucked hard, her head bobbing up and down, her saliva dripping down his shaft and coating her hand.

“Fuck, Rae,” he groaned, his hips moving in time with her mouth.

She sucked harder, pulling him deeper, her throat relaxing as she let him fill her. She felt him get bigger inside her, firmer, hotter, like a goddamn earthquake beneath her tongue. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her eyes up at him, her ass cheeks tensing. “I want you like this every time my lying piece of shit husband leaves.”

Rae released his cock, and pushed him back into the bed, before climbing on top of him. She grasped his hands, and latched her wet pussy onto his fat cock. A low moan slipped past her lips as she bore down, milking his length inside her greedy box. Her eyes rolled up, closed, and she moaned louder, her ass slapping harder with the deeper bang of his enormous cock. Sweat beaded on her forehead in the dim room. Even though they had been fucking for over 15 years the size of Jos’s enormous black cock always took her breath away

His hands found her ass and he gripped it hard, pulling her down deeper on him, rocking into her while she sucked his cockhead furiously. Each thrust mashed harder, his balls slapping onto her lower abs as he kept slamming her, making her feel like a used fucking mop. “ oh God Jos, OH GOD” she screamed out. Her ass rose up, lifted and then dropped in an uncontrolled rhythm, bouncing him harder inside her slick body. Her cunt gave no fucks and welcomed that fat cock like it was Christmas goddamn morning The entire bedroom was a steamroom from all the sweat the fucking pair cooked off. Panting, she let out a growl and took over the beat. Every stroke bounced along her smooth box and she moaned and jerked like she was fucking possessed. Her walls went tight and juicy, her cock-squeezing little tits bouncing up with every slap from his balls against hers.

Finally, the explosion hit like a wrecking ball smashing down and her face contorted like a contortionist.

“holy fucked shit” she screamed while getting completely wrecked by that monster cock tearing her apart like a rented mule. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t move. All she could do is fuck harder, begging for more like a goddamn sex-starved succubus feeding on raw lust. “Fuck me Jos ” she screamed as she shattered like a crushed fucking coke can. Waves of pleasure hit her like a tsunami—hot, hard, relentless, a total fucking explosion—shaking her to the core.

She tried to still grind, her legs locking in place like she was possessed. Her ass jerked around like an earthquake hit it. Her pussy gaped open, like she had been fucked by a horse

And just when it feels like she’s about to pass out from the raw ass-pounding, *THAT* comes out. One last, monstrous thrust, and then total blackout. Face crumpled, body dropped, mind turned to mush.

That's Rae, crumpled in a heap on the bed, Jos's massive cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with aftershocks. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, just lay there, panting, feeling the weight of his body against her, the heat of his skin, the pulse of his cock inside her. She was ruined, absolutely fucked, and she loved it.

Jos pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, her come still dripping from the tip. He looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips.

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