"Yes... yes," I jerked my body, feeling him sinking further into me, "I can do this... I can take it all, I want it all," I panted, feeling every bit of him sinking inside my tightness, pressing up against every wall of my pussy. Stretching me further than I had ever thought possible, opening me up to new feelings, awakening me to sensations of pleasure I thought I would never know again, of fulfillment as I felt his sack slapping across my ass. Confirming that our relationship had become even stronger, even better, but more so, without any doubt, that I had every inch of his immense cock inside me for the first time in our marriage.

"OH... Oh God yes," he panted. "I... I can't believe you took it all, you've never been wet enough before" Paul gasped, draping his fingers across the round of my ass while his index finger danced around the border of my asshole, dipping into my ass from time to time, as I continued to hold him deep inside me.

"Let... let yourself go baby, I'm a woman, not some little chick bitch that can't take it from her real man," I breathed deeply wanting to feel him go all out inside me, needing to be broken, taken, devoured and ravaged. For Paul to take every part of my pussy and stir it up inside me, to remember the reasons why I married him those years ago.

"Please, Paul, break me up inside, tear my pussy, rip me up," I grunted, rocking my body into him, pulling myself away from his cock, before slamming back into him repeatedly, each slam becoming more and more intense, more erotic as I pressed my breasts into his grasp, allowing his tongue to trail across the nape of my neck.

Just give in to the pleasure, I thought to myself, watching Trevor and Piper as they watched us going at it rough and hard, my entire body taking a sexual crazed beating. Just give into the need... there is no guilt, no embarrassment, I thought to myself, trying to gain the upper hand. To be free of anything holding me back and for him to finally have all of me.

"Yes... Elizabeth," he gasped, I could feel my body letting go, the tension being set free upon me as he slammed up into me with all the strength he had, practically growling at me from the feeling of my tight pussy around him.

"That's it... give into it, make me a woman again, fuck me hard, like a man should fuck his sexy, hot wife." I panted, arching my head up for a moment as waves of pleasure beyond mortal words washed across my body, sending chills of lust down my spine as I felt him lunging up into my tightness again and again.

Within seconds, the area around us echoed with sounds of hot, uncontrolled sex. The wet slapping of a hot ass being pounded against the hood of a sports car, the low-pitched moans and heavy sighs of deepening breath mixed with high-pitched grunts and panting. The slurping sounds of my pussy being fucked hard and fast by my husband's thick cock, all of it, all the sounds of our fucking overshadowing the natural sounds around us.

Until finally in a loud grunt, a roar that shuddered through my entire body, I heard Paul, the man that came to my rescue, the one that first came up with the idea of the two of us becoming swingers, cried out with all his might.

"Fuuuccckkkk, Elizabeth, I'm Cumming... I'm cumming hard in your tight..." He warned, attempting to pull out of me, before finding that I had wrapped my thighs tightly around his ass, preventing his escape. "Fuck... Liz... I'm...," he cried, slamming into me with all he had left.