Jameson was raised in a Catholic Church. It was never his mission to become a priest but when both of his parents die in a car accident, he feels he owes them that much. Things are going smooth until Jameson finds himself with a broke down car in th...
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His name is Jameson. In my mind, I called him Adonis. He looked like one. Muscles larger than life, a smile that rivaled the fucking sun. The man had to be a god or sent from him, to us. And the best part is, he is ripping me open.
I moan in pain mixed with pleasure while I stare into the eyes of my Mistress, my love, my wife. I'd pissed her off tonight, and that was exactly my intention. I had a long week at work, with a case that I feel like I'm going to lose, and a client whose family threaten to kill me if I did. A release is what I needed tonight, and I knew my Mistress would give it to me if I earned it. But the night didn't turn out as planned.
Neither Madison or I expected to stumble upon Jameson. A six and a half foot tall man who looked like goddamn sin walking. The attraction was instant, the lust was electric but the desire is what drove it all. We hadn't been in Jameson's home an hour before he had me pinned against the door of his bedroom, his pink lips capturing mine. Madison was all for it and that's why I love her.
We were high school friends who really weren't that close, but after graduation we decided to hook up just for fun. Turned out we satisfied each other, and not only that, we understood what the other needed. She was a sadist when she wanted to be and I was a pain slut. It didn't take me but six extraordinary months to put a ring on Madison's finger and another three before I had her walking down the aisle to be mine, always. Seven years later and I love the woman more than I love anything. I need her more than I need anyone, and I'll never let her go. But I can share her, with the right person.
It wasn't until recently we started discussing bringing a man into our relationship. I wanted someone who would hurt me just as good as Madison, and to my surprise she told me she wanted a man who would dominate her as well. Not in a submissive way, but put her in her place when need be. I could never do that. Well, I could. It's just--I'm too gentle of a lover to ever shout or anything like that to my Maddy.
Jameson is it for us. I know it in my bones as I watch Madison rub her clit while watching me take Jameson's python of a dick. He's not gentle, which I love. The man is taking what he needs from me, and God do I give it. My wife has pegged me more times than I can count, but none of our dildos held a candle to this mans dick.
"God," Jameson moans before smacking my ass hard. I smile wide at the sharp pain. I'm physically fit so I'm a hundred percent aware of how my body and my ass look. My wife tells me all the time that men get the best asses. As if she could talk with the wagon she dragged around.
"I've never been with a man, but--" Jameson grunt but cuts himself off with a hard snap of his hips. His body starts to work like a machine inside of me. A piston of hard smooth flesh sliding with no friction due to the lube. My head starts to swim as he hits that special spot repeatedly. I'm damn near shouting, with tears running down my cheeks. I'm trying to hold my orgasm but when I watch Madison come undone in front of me, I lose it. My body seizes as I explode.
