Man Flu 4: Part 7 (Patreon)

As Missy’s ‘I love youuu’ echoes through the room Chelsea bucks her way through the end of her silent but strong orgasm.  After a long shuddering breath she rises to kneeling, half her jizz streaked cock pulling out as she went, to look down on her panting parter.  Combing her fingers back through her long hair with both hands to get it out of her face, though a few strands still stick to her sweaty face and neck, she whispers.  “Love?  You use that word so cheaply.”

“Wha?”  An overwhelmed Missy huffs.  Chelsea looks down at Missy’s stretched cunt and gives her a final hard flex of her massive cock.  “Ohhhhhh.”

“Jordan.”  Chelsea says.  “Come here.”

“I’m here.”  I step up to the side of the bed.  Reaching out I softly stroke my wife’s damp shoulder.  “You fucked her so good, baby.  Better than I ever could.  That was so hot.”

“That was…?”  She looks at me as if I were stark, raving mad.  “You actually liked…?  What!?”  She shakes her head and lets out a frustrated snort then says sternly.  “You’re turn, loverboy.”

“My turn?”

“Ohhhhh God!”  Missy groans as a foot of fat meat is yanked abruptly from her pussy.  Chelsea’s heavy meat exits her with a burbling splurt of hot cum coming along with it.  Dear Lord!  The gaping, drooling hole that big monster was exiting from was a far cry from the pretty pink slit it had entered.  Her labia and plump clit was all hot pink and engorged and her once tight 23 year old cunny, stretched wide and reamed hard for their hour long nonstop fuckfest, now yawned to the open air attempting but unable to shrink back to normal.  Everything glistened of sweat, lube and pussy juice.  A loose puddle of flesh Missy stares up at the ceiling with a fuck-drunk smile plastered across her shining face.  Never had I seen a woman so thoroughly and completely satisfied.  “Ohhhhh myyyyy God.”

“Get in there, bitch.”  Chelsea points as she back off of the bed to give me space.

“Ohhh Mrs. Parker…I don’t think I could even…”

“Did I say we were done with you yet?”  Chelsea snaps, before saying more softly.  “Surely you’ve got one more round left for the man you love.”

Missy giggles.  “Yes Ma’am.”

“Go on Jordan.”  She says.  “Show her what a man you are.”

“Erm.”  I hestitate after another glance at Missy’s loose sex.  What chance had my meager manhood after that brutal destruction?  I knew Chelsea was making me do this simply to emasculate me further but after that hour of being forced to stand there with my hands behind my back and watch my smokin hot wife ravish my buxom mistress just a few feet away my dick ached for some action.  Besides, my pride had already been shattered.  But in my shame my lust had never burned so bright.  “Alright then.”

Chelsea raises a brow as she stands at the foot of the bed, her eyes following me as I retake the position between Missy’s spread legs where I’d been before.  Beneath me the bedding was damp and smell of sex filled the air.  Before me Missy’s leaking cavernous entrance waited.  Taking my base between a finger and thumb I push my dick into the hottest, wettest, LOOSEST hole I’d ever felt.

Warm and slick her walls barely brush my five incher until I find myself balls deep inside of her without a hint of resistance.  I flex my manhood hard and grind into her as deep as I could go while Missy stares up at me with tired eyes and silly little grin.

“Are you in, Jordan?”  She whispers as I feel her try fruitlessly to tighten up around me.  “I can’t even feel you.”

“Jesus.”  I groan as her sweet voice delivers another brutal yet arousing blow to my ego.

“Ha!”  Chelsea laughs.  “Pathetic.  You going to let her talk to you like that?  Come on, Jordan, show her what you got.”

I pull back and instantly my dick springs right out of her slack, wet tunnel.  Grabbing my dick, which was now coated by my wife’s copious cream, I jam it back in again and hammer into her with all my strength.  While her body rocks to the impact her placid face shows no reaction.

“Rrrm!”  Grabbing her legs I start to fuck her hard and fast.  The slappy, sloppy, hollow noises emanating from her already twice fucked cunny sounding more akin to stirring a pot of mac and cheese than passionate lovemaking.  Every chance it got my rod would slip out of her causing me to have to pause each time to ram it back in again.  Once I found my angle and was careful with my thrusts, which were less than half the length of my wife’s mighty strokes, I find my rhythm.  “Ohhh fuck.”

“She still got that nice tight pussy baby?”  Chelsea asks.

“Mmf!”  I grunt.  “No.  Fuckin loose.  Rm!”  Loose was understatement.  I felt like I was fucking a train tunnel.  On each furious thrust I would rub against one side or the other, but not both at once.  As she tried to bear down for me I could feel Missy’s tunnel brush around on all sides but with just the weakest of grip.  Stretched out as she was right now she was insanely loose, but fuck it still felt good!  I pick up the pace, throwing all I can into giving her some pleasure too.  “Mm!  Mm!  Mm!”  Shplap!  Shplop!  Shplurch!  

“He he he!”  Missy gazes up and giggles at my red-faced efforts.  “Now I’m feelin something.”

“RRRM!”  Never had I felt more pitiful and inadequate, and my perverted soul revels in it!  “Ohhhh!”

“You’ve got nothing for her you pathetic old man.”  I feel a warm hand against my back.  “Think about it Jordan.  Every time you fuck her she’ll be thinking about my big cock.”

“Yes, yes!”  I grunt, fully welcoming her verbal lashes as my inferior penis plapped away.  “Oh my God, yes!”

“Every time your little pin prick can’t get the job done she’ll be thinking about me.”  She hisses.  “She’s be thinking about a REAL cock.”

“Ohhhh fuck!”  With every word she brought my rapidly building climax closer.

“And even if that worn out cunt does tighten up again, she’ll remember what it was like to be truly fucked.”  My wife’s nails claw down my back.  “You’ll never satisfy her again, Jordan.  She’s tasted the forbidden fruit.  She’s felt a real cock.  She can never go back to your pathetic little dick again.”

“GNNNGH!!!”  Despite Missy’s super loose pussy not milking me like before I hammer deep and blow my load even quicker than the first time.

“Ha ha ha!”  Missy laughs as I groan and shudder atop her as I add my seed to Chelsea’s.  “You’re craaaazy Mrs. Parker.  Y’all are craaaazy!”  Reaching up she grabs my head and pulls it down to kiss me hard on the lips as I came.  When our lips parted she smiles and coos.  “I love you, Jordan.”

“Hohhhhh.”  My vitality spent I collapse and lay on top of her gulping for breath.  “That was…incredible.  Ohhhh, thank youuu.”

“Thank you?”  There comes a choked gasp from behind me.  “Thank you!?”  I look back over my shoulder to see Chelsea staring at me with her hand over her mouth and…tears sparkling in her green eyes.  Gone was the fire and fury from before.  My implacable wife, my rock, my best friend and partner, was on the verge of crying!

“Chels?”

“You son of a bitch.”  She sobs.   “You selfish son of a…bitch.”

With that she spins on her heel and darts for the open washroom door.

“Chelsea!”

Wham!  The door slams shut behind her.

“What’s up with her?”  Missy asks.

“Uh.”  I push off of her and pull away.  Needless to say there is no breathy moan when my meat leaves her.  Honestly, I don’t even think she felt it.  “Stay here Missy.”

“You got it Mr. P.”  She holds a thumbs up in the air then lets her arm flop back down to the bed again.  Still staring at the ceiling she just lays there and swims in the good feelings Cheslea gave her.  “Ohhhh wowwww.”

I hurry to the washroom.  Thankfully, in her emotional state, Chelsea hadn’t locked it behind her and I am able to open the door.  Standing hunched over with a towel wrapped around her and her face in her hands my wife weeps.  “Get out.”  She whispers.  “Just…get out.”

Stepping inside I quietly close the door behind me.  “Chelsea…”

She looks up, her heart an open wound.  “You got what you want.  Take her.  Go and be happy.”

“Chelsea.”  I say, my voice low and warm, as I step toward her with my hands open for her to take them.  “What was all this?   What just happened?”

“What do you think?”  She seethes.  “I wanted to cuck you with your…slut.  I wanted to…hurt you…as much as you hurt me!”  She punches her chest.  “But you’re impervious.  You enjoyed that!”  She waves her hands.  “I give up.  You win, okay.  You win.  You always win.  Nothing I do matters.  Take your floozy and be happy.”

I wait for a couple of seconds then take another half a step closer, my hands still offered.  “Chelsea.  I’m sorry.”

“I give myself to you.  I save myself for…that.”  She nods to my flagging dick.  “Do you know how many times I could have fucked around?  Guys at the gym, the pool, the office.  Constantly.  God, Jordan.  It’s a full time job just staying faithful.  And YOU cheat on ME?  With this little slut?”

“I fucked up.”  I say.  “I really fucked up.”

“I knew something was wrong.”  She sniffles.  I go to get closer to her but she holds me back with a scathing glare.  “Suddenly you were relaxed.  Always in a good mood.”  Her eyes narrow.  “And barely interested in fooling around anymore.  You might as well have had lipstick on your collar.”  Pulling the towel tighter around her she sniffs hard.  “Once I saw the video I’ve been thinking about what to do.  When I got this damn flu and woke up with this big hog, the idea came to me like a flash.  I was going to wreck your little fucktoy and ruin you both.  I wanted to split her in two and send her out of here limping, but that whore actually liked this fucking monster!  And you!?  I was going to humiliate you in a way you’d never recover from.”  She scoffs.  “But you fuckin loved it.  You loved it!  Of course you did.  God!  Bad enough my husband’s a cheater, now he’s fucking cuckold as well.  Why did I even try?”

“I am a fool.”  I say.  “I never meant to hurt you, Chelsea.  I just…thought diddling the maid would be…a bit of harmless fun.”

“Harmless!?”

“I just…wanted something different.  To spice things up.”

“Then TALK to me!  I’m your wife!  TALK to me!”

“I…uh…I didn’t want to…”  I sigh.  “I thought you’d be insulted.  Like you weren’t good enough.  You and your pride, ya know?”

“My pride?  What about my god damn dignity?  What about us?  I gave you the best years of my life.  I gave you two perfect daughters and a pretty damn good life, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.  Pretty damn good.”

She wipes her tears away, anger once more mixing in with the hurt.  “I stayed true to you.  You think that’s easy, Jordan?  Staying true to a man like you?”

“A man like me?”

“You’re a terrible lover!”  She exclaims.  “Self-absorbed, zero stamina, and well below average in the size department.”

“Hey now!”

“You wanted something different?  How do you think I felt?”  She says.  “I could have gotten myself a real stud anytime I wanted one.  Someone who could have left me feeling like that little tramp out there is feeling right now.  You got all this.”  She motions to her long, lithe, sexy body.  “And I had settle for that.”  Her eyes look up and down my naked body.  “You think you got it rough?  Try being me.  At least you get cum.”

“I’m not that bad…am I?”

“You’re the worst lover I ever had!  It’s not even close!”

“Oh.”

“But you were mine!”  The rage melts away again as the tears swell.  “God damn it, Jordan.  You were mine.”  Tears roll down her flushed cheeks.  “That first night we did it.  You busted in like a minute, then laid there looking all smug and proud of yourself.  I don’t know what it was but…you stole my damn heart right there and then.  I knew you were lousy in bed but, God help me, I loved you for it!  You were mine and I loved you.”  Her arms fall to her side and the towel slips off her shoulders to fall to the floor.  Naked and raw my wife breaks.  “I loved you, Jordan.”  She heaves with a heavy sob.  “I loved you!”

“Oh Chelsea.”  I step in and pull her into a loving embrace.  It was strange feeling her big, soft dick mashing into my little one, but right now I couldn’t give a damn what hung between her legs.  It was what was inside that I cared about.  Kissing her hair as she weeps into my chest I say the only thing I can.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, baby.  I am so sorry.”

Part 8