FFF - Just listen

She giggled as he pushed her knees apart and rubbed the firm head of his cock up an down her lips.  They were tingling, as they always did during foreplay, and she loved the feeling of anticipation.  She leaned back against the wall and spread further so she could watch him tease her.  She felt herself getting full, swollen, and her favorite word, engorged.  She whimpered her encouragement as up and down he played, spreading, but not splitting her lips with his juicy head, the rough skin of his swollen tip against the lightening slick lips of her pussy.  He was making her wait, he always did, until he was actually inside her, she never knew when he was going to lose interest and just walk away.  "Please!" she replied.  "Please what?" he asked?  "Please put it inside me."  "Put what inside?"  He stopped and pulled away from her.  "I hate vague questions, and I'm too tired and full from dinner.  Maybe we should just stop." "NO NO NO... Don't stop.  Please don't stop."  she almost cried as she reached out to him.  "Please baby, please put your cock inside my pussy, fill me up, please fuck me...."  "Will you let me?" ' he insisted and she nodded her consent, and repeated her plea.  As his cock filled her wishes, he pushed her hard against the wall.  "Will you LET ME?"  "Please, fuck, yes, yes, oh fuck, please don't stop, it feels so fucking good, i'm so wet baby, fuck me, please, deeper, cum inside me."  At those words, he felt the tightening deep inside, the tell-tale contractions that meant his moment of no return was almost upon him.  She felt it too, in his quickened breathing, his urgency, his size, as it he orgasm approached so did hers as she felt him swell that extra little bit that made everything tighter, fuller, better.  Even though she was on the pill she rarely let him come inside her pussy for fear of conceiving his child.  But tonight was different.  Tonight she would let him fill her up.  She would spread wider and take him in deeper, because her Master had ordered it. She felt herself closer now, her own orgasm approaching as she thought of HIM.  "Deeper" she urged her husband, "Deeper."  It was an intoxicating mix, to be with him, to be thinking of HIM, and then suddenly she remembered her. "Do you think she can hear us?"  His pounding was deeper now, longer, and she had to repeat the question and pull his chest hair to get his attention.  "Is she listening?  Is she eavesdropping on us right now?  He looked up at the ceiling and laughed and tried to keep his rhythm inside her.  He focused again and renewed his assault, reminding her of why she married him in the first place.  Her orgasm flooded through her as he felt him explode deep inside.  He growled and got louder than he had been in month.  "Is she listening?" His voice was almost a hiss, "I fucking hope so!"

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Written late in the day, with the help of two friends, two beautiful sexy friends that inspire me in ways they probably don't realize, buy may recognize within this piece.  To both, I say thank you.

I haven't been on much today and getting FFF written ON Friday, instead of FOR Friday, makes it feel like I missed the whole thing.  So maybe you'll enjoy it on Saturday.

And no, I don't know who "She" is either, but if you have ideas of your own, let me know in the comments.

Addendum:  I saw the picture, grabbed it, didn't notice the word count limit (which I passed by, oh, 392 words), and I didn't notice the key phrase, I thought it was "eavesdropping."  You could have knocked me over with a light zephyr as I stood there, dumbstruck.