“Ah!” Damien’s girth was something oppressive, forcing her vulva to gape around it. Further and further it stretched until finally she managed to meet the breadth of his glans. Her pussy lips gripped him tightly, close to the point of tearing. She grit her teeth while that sensation of forced expansion reached all the way into her gut like some scraping claw.

Damien stayed where he was, not moving another mite. “How is it?” he asked. “Want more? Or should I pull out?” Marshall watched with his knuckle between his teeth. He could hardly imagine what it felt like, but he could tell it wasn’t pleasant.

Clarissa took a few seconds to control her breath. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips. With her eyes scrunched shut she nodded emphatically. “Keep going. I think I…. Ah… I think I got it.” By no means was she certain, but egging her on was a solid bedrock of pleasure laid beneath the discomfort. Her cunt quivered sharply, begging for more. It got a taste, now it wanted the whole meal. “More, give me more.”

Damien didn’t ask again, taking her word for it. He pushed on, sliding that epic shaft deeper into her squelching cavity. She gasped sharply. Her whole body vibrated around him. Every bit of forward progress was accompanied by both a shot of pain and a bloom of delight. She felt her flesh stretch and fatten around his cock. It was a presence both welcome and detrimental, burgeoning itself into her like an invader seeking to liberate. It hurt, but felt really fucking good too. She moaned quietly, her face contorted. She whispered incoherently like reciting some incantation. Neither Damien nor Marshall knew what she was saying, yet they interpreted it as an invitation to continue, which Damien did.

Damien’s cock kept coming until Clarissa could physically take no more. He was buried several inches inside of her, but came nowhere near planting his balls on her. He held her hips and rubbed them, wise not to force matters any further. “I won’t go any deeper,” he assured her. “That’s it right there. You’re doing great. You like it?”

“Mmmmmmm…” Clarissa groaned. Her legs were trembling steadily. Her head was hung down from her shoulders with her blonde hair draped down to the comforter. “Yes… I fucking love it… Oh God… Huhhh… Give me a minute.”

“Sure thing.” Damien said, patting her lower back. “Take all the time you need, beautiful.”

Marshall was standing right next to the bed, holding his penis lightly but not stroking it. He wasn’t about to resume until he was certain Clarissa was enjoying things. “How you feel, baby?” he asked timidly.

“Uhhhh…” Clarissa sighed. “It’s a lot…”

“I know it is. You’re doing a good job. I love you.”

“Mmmmm… I love you too~”

Damien smiled and rubbed around her lower back. “That’s right. You two love on each other. You’re doing great, beautiful. You like it don’t you?”

She managed a chuckle. She flicked her tail over from one side to the other and rolled her hips. “Yes~ Oh my God… Huhhh! It’s so big~”

Marshall resumed masturbating. “Yeah… It really is.” His eyes were locked on Damien’s cock. His mind was struggling to comprehend just how much of it was lodged inside of his wife. “It really is…”

“Thaaat’s right,” Damien cooed. “That’s right. Tell him how good it feels.”

“Oh Marshall, baby… Ohh… It feels so good.” She began backing herself onto that magnificent piston, now blessing her with a joy that swept aside all discomfort. “Ahh… It’s so deep. I love it so much~ Ohh! Huhhh~”

Marshall stroked himself hard. Precum dribbled from his cock, now feeling especially inadequate and measly. “I can tell, baby. You’re a good girl.”

She lifted her head into an arch, revealing the broad smile on her face. “Yes~” she sighed, both agreeing with Marshall and stating her approval.

Damien sifted his fingers through her golden hair. “It’s about to feel a lot better, baby. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Oh, Damien~ I want it so bad. Oh God… Fuck me, please… Uhhh… Make it feel so good. Please… Please…” Marshall’s face was on fire. He’d never heard her sound so desperate. This was a level of desire he didn’t know she had, and it pained him greatly to see it revealed by another man. He still touched himself, unable to deny just how beautiful and sexy it all was. He was ready to ask Damien to start fucking her, but he didn’t need any further provocation, especially not from a cuck.

Damien held onto Clarissa’s midriff and lurched his hips back, pulling his cock out until her vulva coddled the head. He thrusted back forward and began a very gentle yet firm pace of back and forth. Clarissa shouted. “Uh~!” This was it. This was what she had been dreaming of for so long now. The emotional impact of that realization hit her just as hard as the pleasure now rocking through her. “Oh, yes… Damien, baby… Uhhh…” His cock was no longer some solid presence located just in her loins, but an all-reaching blanket of pleasure that settled in every sweet spot in her body. Her buttocks quaked and her nipples stiffened. Moans beat through her open mouth with no control or thought whatsoever. She was riding on a cloud flown purely by Damien’s direction.

Damien knew what he was bringing out of her; she wasn’t the first woman he’d satisfied. Here was a woman with deeply bridled urges never so much as tickled or scratched by the man she loved. Whether such spousal shortcomings were real or not mattered little to him. He was happy to please a woman whenever she needed it. Their husbands were happy too, evident by the way they touched themselves while ogling Damien’s giant cock.

Marshall was in that very mode, mesmerized by the in and out of that huge dick now glistening in Clarissa’s pussy juices. His jaw was hung and his tongue occasionally came out to moisten his lips. Back and forth his paw went across his cock, creating a slight jiggle in the folds of his arm and belly. He had been thrown into a trance, unable to do anything else besides stroke his cock while one far more adequate made home of his wife. Damien, considerate man that he was, made sure Marshall could see everything. He kept his hips tilted at a slight angle so that Marshall could fully grasp what was happening and how big his cock was. It worked, locking Marshall in that mechanical motion while never before feeling so small.

Clarissa was mostly to it all, distracted as she was by a growing pleasure currently barreling itself towards a tremendous orgasm. It inflated inside her at a dangerous pace, escalating her moans into shrill wails. “Oh fuck! Oh God! I’m cumming… Yes! I’m cumming!” Damien kept his pace even, not bothering to ruin what was so close. Marshall’s eyes widened and his paw became a blur on his crotch. He silently mouthed the words: Do it baby. Cum for him. Do it.

Finally she did, and it was unlike anything she could’ve expected or hoped for. Her head whipped back and her jaw shot open to its greatest extent. A loud, gurgling moan belted out of her. “HUUUHHHHHUUUUUEEEEGGGHHHUUUUUHHHHHHhhhhhuuhhhhhhh~~~!!!” Her entire lower body shot into a spasmic fit, wobbling her ass and thighs. Her cunt squeezed on Damien’s cock for dear life while gushing a thickish torrent of her cum.

Damien kept going for a couple more thrusts, extending her ecstasy for as long as it would go. Her voice trailed off, and he slowed to a stop. “Yeeeeaaah, pretty girl. That’s right. That’s it.” He rubbed his hooves up and down her luscious curves. “That felt good, didn’t it?”

She hardly needed to put it into words, but she tried her best. “Uhhhhhh… Oh my God. Oh my God. Fuhhh… Huhhh… Fuck me…” Her flushed face slowly fell to the comforter. That was an orgasm dwarfing any and all she had ever experienced, forcing her voice to a volume and pitch she didn’t know she was capable of. Her whole body ached with an intense joy, most vividly around where her quivering cunt gripped Damien’s cock. Amplifying the emotion was the knowledge that her husband had seen it all up close. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

Marshall’s face was on fire, and so was his heart. He had stopped himself just short of cumming. Clarissa’s orgasm arrived so soon and so hard that it made him stop. Was that what a real woman’s orgasm looked like? Had she been hiding that inside all these years? Could he have even dreamed of making her do that? Yes, yes, and absolutely not. Those three undeniable facts hit him hard, and made his cock stiffer than it had ever been.

Damien slowly pulled out of her. shhlllp. His cock was coated in her clearish-white cream for every inch that had been inside of her. It remained perfectly erect. It left her vulva a gaping O of gnarly pink. Coming out of her was the powerful odor of her orgasm, one so turgid that it made Marshall’s nose crinkle with unfamiliarity. His fur bristled as if he had been aroused by her for the first time.

Damien patted her butt. “How was that, baby?”

“Ohh, fuck~” she laughed. She slumped over onto her side, facing Marshall. She writhed about lazily, her hair in a tussle in front of her face. Through it Marshall could see a very satisfied smile. She looked ready to doze off, something he’d never seen before, at least not after sex. It was like intercourse with Damien was an exercise. If it was, it hardly fazed Damien who hadn’t even broken a sweat. “That was… Oh my God. That was so fucking good.” She rolled onto her back and fingered her cunt. It felt like there was a great void there. It simmered with delight, as did her thighs. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve cum like that. It’s been…” She tried putting it in a way that wouldn’t offend Marshall. She couldn’t think of one. “I don’t know.”

“Not since we’ve been married.” Marshall said truthfully, then chuckled. 

Clarissa smiled deviously and chewed her claw. You said it, not me. “God… Damien baby. You got to do that again. You have no idea how bad I need it.”

“I can do that.” Damien said. “No problem.” 

“That was awesome.” Marshall said. His paw was still on his penis which drooled precum. He didn’t stroke it, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go either. “It was so fucking hot.”

“I’m glad you liked it. There’s more where that came from.”

Clarissa sat up. Her legs were like twitchy rubber. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to stand upright anytime soon. “Sit on your knees for me,” she asked Damien. He obeyed, kneeling with his legs spread. His cock stood in all of its majesty, awaiting her return. She crawled into his lap and straddled it. She held onto his broad shoulders and pressed her body to his, sandwiching his wet cock between their bellies. She kissed him, which he rewarded with a soft hold on her buttocks. Her tail swished behind her gaily.

Marshall bit his lip. He badly wanted to join them on the bed, but feared trying to get on would throw them out of their groove. He stood right next to the bed, pressing his thighs against the edge. Damien opened an eye and saw him watching. He broke lips with Clarissa. “You can get closer, if you want,” he insisted. “This is your bed, not mine.”

When you’re fucking my wife on it, it kinda is. “I don’t wanna ruin your moment,” Marshall said bashfully.

Clarissa looked back at him. “Get on the bed, dummy!” She swished her tail and wiggled her butt at him. “Don’t you want a closer look~? You always tell me how nice my ass is. Why not give it a touch?”

Marshall’s penis throbbed. His face lit up. “Yes ma’am!” He climbed onto the bed. The frame creaked ominously beneath his weight, exacerbated by Damien’s. He sat on his knees right behind her and grabbed her tail to stroke it.

“That’s it~” she purred. “Get your feel in while you can.” She resumed kissing Damien while Marshall did as he was told. He brushed his paw up and down her swirling tube of fluff. He always loved her tail, christening it her “orange floof stick”. He appreciated it even greater now that the rest of her was occupied by someone else. He grabbed it and brushed it against his face. It was a cloud of comfort more soothing than any pillow or blanket. He clung to it for all that it was worth. He looked down at her ass and saw, to his dismay, Damien’s huge hooves kneading it like it were dough. Her orange buttocks all but disappeared beneath those giant, black mitts. He spread them apart, unveiling her tiny pink star. She murred contentedly, happy to have her posterior so thoroughly inspected. Marshall recalled the many times he had complimented her ass. Had any of those compliments made her feel as beautiful as Damien’s hooves were? He doubted it. He didn’t want Damien to stop.

Damien didn’t until it was time to resume fucking her. He lifted her up by her ass until it hovered over his cock. She looked down in amazement over how high she had to be lifted. He sat her vulva on his tip and lowered her down until once again he was inside. Clarissa gasped and shuddered all the way down, coming to a halt just a small length farther than before. Her head lurched back, spilling her golden hair down her shoulders. “Ohhh… Damien…”

Damien smooched around her collar and the top of her breasts. “You wanna lead?” he asked.

“Mmm… Yeah… Lemme… Hold on.” She took a moment to adjust herself before lifting herself up his shaft then falling. Another round of shivers blew through her. “Yes~” She slowly went up and down on him, milking every precious inch that she could. Her hips rolled in wide circles. Her head swooned about lazily. “Yes… Damien… Ohh~”

“You like riding that cock, baby?” Marshall asked, startling Clarissa a bit. She had forgotten he existed.

“Mmmm, what do you think?” She leaned forward and rested her chin on Damien’s collar. She rubbed her paws along his shoulder blades which were like plates of armor. “It’s so fucking good~”

Marshall, who resumed masturbating, chuckled. “Yeah, I can tell.”

Damien let her ride for a few more minutes. The room grew thick with her moans, each one either a doleful sigh, an approving ‘yes’, or mention of Damien’s name. He took control with a firm grab of her midriff and thrusted his hips upwards. She gasped and surrendered to him, melting in his hold. With her chin on his shoulder her fucked her deeply, lifting her entire body with each thrust. He went slow but deep, his giant buttocks clenching mechanically. Clarissa cried out. She felt like she was flying, or bouncing on the end of a bungee cord. She marveled at his strength. Every muscle inside him worked in tandem. Few of them were as significant as his glutes, abs, arms, or thighs.

She came again, sighing loudly and gripping him tight while trembling in his arms. He didn’t stop until she was finished, like before. He rubbed her back and kissed her chin. “That’s a good girl~” he huffed. “Cum on that cock for me.”

“Hahhh~!” Marshall took it as a command as his own climax arrived. He was leaning back on his knees, aiming his cock straight up as he choked it hard. Spits of white came rocketing out of him and piddled back down onto his gut. His knot burst painfully, making his teeth grind. “Fuck… Ah shit… Huhhh…” His cock gave out, and he let go of it. Milky guck had accumulated around the topside of his fist. Pearls were dotted all across his belly. “Holy shit… That was awesome.”

Clarissa had her head turned to him, watching. She had just caught the tail end of his climax. “Mmm, did you enjoy that baby?”

Marshall laughed out loud. “Fuck yes I did. Damn. That was so hot.” As the euphoria died down he realized how hot his cheeks were. He looked down and saw the mess he made. “Shit. I gotta clean up.”

“You do that,” Damien teased. He caressed her hair. “I’ll keep her company.”

“Ah, I appreciate that.” Marshall rolled off of the bed and waddled to the bathroom for some tissues. Clarissa pried herself off Damien’s cock, now further marked by her product and still erect. She sat in front of him and rubbed it despondently.

“Aren’t you gonna cum?” she asked. She wanted it badly, more than another orgasm of her own. Every fantasy she had of that stallion ended with him blessing her with his foals.

“I will, don’t you worry.” He pecked her forehead. “I’m more worried about making you cum. That’s what I’m here to do.”

“I know. You’re very good at it~” Pleasure still fizzed along her buttocks and thighs. She wasn’t sure how many more climaxes she had in her, but she figured Damien would be the one to find out. “I wanna know what your cum feels like inside of me.” She fondled his balls. Together they couldn’t fit in her paw. “You can do that, can’t you?”

He smiled. “I think I can do that. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

She murred. “I know I will.” They kissed some more. Marshall walked out of the bathroom, much cleaner than when he had gone in. He heard their conversation while swiping away the cum off of his paw and belly. He heard Clarissa’s request for his cum, and Damien's promise to deliver. His stomach twisted, a habit since Damien mentioned that word: Reclaim. He watched the two lovers kiss until he spoke up. “You’re gonna cum in her this time?”

Damien looked over at him. “That’s the plan. She’s been asking for it awfully desperately.” He cocked an eyebrow. “You cool with that?”

Marshall still wasn’t sure. “Hell yeah. She deserves it. I wanna see it happen.” 

Damien nodded. “She sure does.” He smiled at her. “Get on your back for me. Spread your legs.” She bit her lips and fell backwards onto the mattress with a pronounced whumph. She did as she was told, parting her thighs for him and showing off her ready cunt. Damien crawled forward and mounted between her legs. He held himself up with his hooves pressing into the mattress by her shoulders. His wet cock sat on her slit. She grabbed it and pressed the tip to her vulva. He pushed forward and slid inside of her.

“Oh~” She grabbed and rubbed his sides while he plunged himself to her limit. He took the time to savor her warm grip. Her legs locked around his trunk. “Huhhh… Yes.” She slid her paws around to his chest. “Damien, baby… Cum inside me. Please.”

“You got it.” He started fucking her with fluid rolls to his hips. Her body pressed into the mattress with each thrust. Her flesh bulged around where his cock made itself home inside her. She moaned and swooned. Her claws grabbed and scratched at his solid pecs.

Marshall was behind them, next to the bed again. His knotted cock was hard already. The urge to touch himself was strong, but the ache stabbing into his shaft prevented him. Instead he fondled his scrotum and wrenched the topside of his thigh. His eyes were locked on Damien’s massive butt which threw itself in a graceful arc. He saw the backside of Damien’s fat scrotum and balls. They came teasingly close to patting against Clarissa’s ass which sat pinioned under his weight. Marshall heard the wet schup-schup of her cunt distending around his cock along with the steady howl of her moans. Ache or not, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his cock for a few more strokes.

Clarissa came again, her voice raising into a caterwaul, then plummeting into a gurgle. As per habit, Damien didn’t stop, not even when her orgasm did. He had his own promise to deliver, and wasn’t going to stop until he had. She reached around him and squeezed his flexing glutes. She pulled him into her, willing his seed to come out and fill her. Even with that magnificent stud of a man bouncing on top of her she thought of Marshall, who she knew was watching closely. She thanked him profusely in her mind, so grateful to have him as a husband. Knowing he was nearby, touching his stubby cock while Damien was thrusting inside of her, made her feel a kind of euphoria that was alien and bizarre. She loved him so much. “Ohh, fuck! Huhhh… Huhhh! Damien… Oh God… Yes… Yes~! Cum for me… Please, God… Cum for me…”

Her incessant begging triggered something in both men. Marshall cussed under his breath, silently begging Damien to do what he was told. Damien felt his primal side kick in, throwing him into a carnal rut that made the bed bounce beneath them. His nostrils flared. “Hahhh… Here I go. I’m close. Mmf… Huhhh, I’m gonna cum.” The sudden strain in his voice, normally so even and reserved, made clear that he was telling the truth. Marshall could hear it, Clarissa could feel it. A terrible pressure built inside of him as his thrusts grew rampant and quick. Her next climax grew in unison, ready to meet his in full.

Damien groaned loudly. He thrusted three more times for as much as they were worth and finally came inside of her. “Ahhhhhhhhuuuuuhhhhh~!” His bucking came to a stop as he planted his cock deeply and reared his head back, lips furled into a snarl. His cock ruptured a fat gush of hot seed while his tip swelled into a flare. Cum flooded from him in thick spurts, washing across her womb and overflowing around his powerfully throbbing cock. White nectar squelched out from between her taut vulva and his shaft.

Clarissa came too, crying out as she finally felt the pinnacle of what she had always fantasized about. Her womanly fluids intermixed with his, blending into a romantic concoction that oozed down the crevice of her buttocks and slopped onto the sheets. Marshall came too, not to be left out. Though he only managed a few measly plips of his own, the emotional and physical joy ripping through his heart and loins respectively rivaled what the two lovers in front of him felt. He hissed through his teeth, gripping his cock until it turned purple.

A huffing Damien sat up on his knees and pulled out of her. His cock was half-limp, now utterly defiled by his and Clarissa’s cum. Her uncorked pussy stayed parted open, allowing a thick plug of horse cum to come drooling out and down her buttocks. Marshall stepped up to get a closer look. The air reeked of collective climax, much worse now than it had before. With it was the odor of Damien’s sweat which had broken out across his forehead.

“Whooo…” Damien sighed. “Wow~ I liked that.” He rubbed her tummy. “I know you did, pretty girl. Tell us how it was.” He grabbed his semi-flaccid penis and teased along her slit.

She murred drunkenly. Every muscle in her body was so subdued by ecstasy that coordination became difficult. Most she could muster was a lazy flick of the tail or a delightful squirm of her hips against his cock. “Oh God~ So good… Damien… I loved it so much.” She rubbed the smooth space around her loins. His cum burned along her womanly tunnel. “So much… So hot… God, I love it~” She saw Marshall standing nearby. “Did you like that baby?”

Marshall grinned stupidly. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her cunt, now lathered in another man’s nectar. “Hell yeah, I did. That was awesome. I came again.” He realized he was still gripping his cock. He let go, allowing the color to return. He also realized that he was shaking a bit. He ook a seat on the edge of the bed. “That was so fucking hot.” He looked at Damien. “Thanks, man.”

“My pleasure. I’m glad you enjoyed that.” He moved aside from between her legs and sat down. His cock was fully drooped. He wasn’t spent, but he was going to need a minute. “She’s yours now.”

Marshall took a deep breath. He watched more of that potent horse cum seep from Clarissa’s cunt. It tore at his nose, filling him with a nauseous mix of revulsion and arousal. Morbid curiosity wanted him to get closer, to know what it felt like. That word creeped back into his head: Reclaim.

Clarissa saw him staring. She had trouble reading how he felt. “What do you want to do, baby?” she asked caringly. “I can get cleaned up, then you can go.”

Marshall’s throat was in a vice. His heart pounded. He knew what he wanted to do, but had no idea if he was capable. A large part of him was screaming at him that he had to, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He managed a sigh, and finally spoke. “I think I’ll clean you up.”

Clarissa’s eyes widened. “Are you sure, baby?”

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“You don’t have to.”

He disagreed. “I know, but I want to. I think it’ll be hot.” He looked at Damien, who simply nodded. 

“Go right ahead. Like I said, she’s all yours. Let her know you love her.”

“I know he loves me,” she said assuringly. “He doesn’t have to.”

“Hush,” Marshall said. He crawled all the way onto the bed and got on his belly between her legs. “Let me do this.”

Clarissa knew better than to stop him. He looked so adorable when he put his mind to something, even something so lewd and demeaning. “OK.” She opened her legs for him. He came face to face with her crotch which was a swamp of tender flesh and cum. He refused to hesitate further, diving his face straight into her and dipping his tongue into her pussy. His mouth and nose was awash in Damien’s seed which tasted musky and metallic. He scowled as he lapped it up dutifully, pushing the humiliation at the back of his mind. He gripped the underside of her thighs as he lapped every morsel that his tongue could reach. He swallowed occasionally, feeling that warm nectar slither down his gullet and settle in his belly where his flesh buzzed.

Clarissa gasped softly. After the proficient fucking she had just been through, Marshall’s tongue wasn’t everything it had used to be, but she appreciated it better than she ever had. She watched him dine on her pussy, munching his lips and flexing his thick mustache. She caressed his hair and massaged his scalp. Her other paw rested over her heart. She cooed softly, letting him know how much she loved it. “That’s it baby. I like that. Mmm~”

“Mmf.” Marshall licked up the last dab of cum from inside of her and began cleaning the fur around her crotch. Cum had sopped into his mustache and the fur on his chin and cheeks. When he finished cleaning her, he licked around his lips until most of it was gone. Clarissa giggled and thumbed off what was left. He chuckled. “Thanks.”

“Thank you, baby. That was so sweet.”

The taste of Damien’s cum hung heavy in his mouth. He didn’t think he would be able to lose the smell in his fur anytime soon. He didn’t care. It made him glad to see her so happy. He crawled up to her and mounted her. He grabbed his cock and planted it inside of her. There was a very noticeable lack of tightness, one that didn’t surprise him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. He kissed her softly. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, baby. Now fuck me.”

“Yeah.” He pumped into her hard, jostling his chunky buttocks. He huffed and puffed, putting great effort into trying to draw out another orgasm. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum three times in one session, but he was more than ready to make it happen no matter how long it took.

Clarissa rubbed his upper back, looking up at him proudly. “You gonna cum, baby?”

“Ahhh… Yeah. I’m trying. Huhhh…”

“Mmm… I know it… Huhhh… Take your time, sweety. No rush.” She kissed his chin, and he started to slow down. He was out of breath in a few moments and started to sweat. He lost his erection and had to pull out. She kindly stroked him until it came back. She wouldn’t ask him to stop trying or tell him that it was OK, he didn’t have to. He was on a mission, and she knew him too well to try and convince him otherwise. He regained his erection and thanked her before resuming. 

Damien watched from afar silently. His penis was slowly getting more erect, but he didn’t do anything to help it. He knew his job had been done, and was more than happy to sit back and watch. Marshall may have been a cuck, but he had a determination worth admiring. Damien rooted for him in his mind, hoping he would reclaim his wife.

He did eventually after several minutes of heavy humping and grunting. Marshall’s face scrunched while his whole body jiggled on top of her. His cock spit out what it had left: not much, but enough to let Clarissa know she was his again. She never doubted it, and granted him a complementary sigh of appreciation. He slumped on top of her, a sweaty, panting mess. 

She patted his back, a bit winded under the crush of his weight. “Mmmm, that’s it baby. That was so good. I love you.” She smooched his cheek.

He licked his lips and kissed her back, albeit sloppily. “Hahhh… Huhhh… Yeah… I love you too. Fuck…” He rolled onto his back right next to her. His belly rose and fell with his intense breathing. She nestled up to him and kissed his cheek some more. He smiled and held her close, happy to feel her body close to his once again.

“That was beautiful,” Damien said, sitting back. His penis was flaccid again and was slowly retracting back into his sheathe.

The couple jerked their heads at the sound of his voice. They had somehow forgotten about the giant stallion they shared their bed with. “Ahah… It sure was,” Marshall said, breathlessly. He patted his gut. “God, I need to get in shape.”

Clarissa rubbed his big belly affectionately. “Hush. I love your big fluffy body the way it is.” She nuzzled his collar. “Especially when it’s on top of me~”

He kissed her forehead. “I’ll take your word for it, although I’m pretty sure you like it even better when someone else is on top of you,” he said with a friendly look at Damien. Damien winked back.

Clarissa chuckled. “I can’t argue with that.” She rested her head on Marshall’s chest and looked over at Damien. “Thank you so much for that. That was so incredible. I loved every second of it.”

“Yeah,” Marshall concurred. “So did I.”

Damien sat up proudly. “And I thought it was great doing it with you. You’re a fine woman. I’d be happy to do that again any time you folks would like me to.”

“I know I would,” Clarissa said, then looked up at Marshall. “Would you?”

Marshall scoffed. “You know damn well I would. I think it’s safe to say we all enjoyed this. We’ll have Damien over any time we can. What do you think?” he asked Damien.

Damien nodded. “I’d like that very much. Any time she needs some good dick and I’m available, I’ll give it to her.”

The couple laughed. It was funny in a vulgar kind of way. They shared one more kiss before they sat up and got off the bed. Clarissa had trouble standing with how rubbery her legs were. Marshall had to walk her to the bathroom where they took a quick shower to clean themselves. Damien politely asked if he could use it when they were done and they obliged. They gave him his privacy, although Clarissa secretly thought about how hot shower sex would be. Maybe for a future date.

Clarissa put on a bathrobe and Marshall put on some boxers. Damien put his clothes back on and they met in the foyer to say their goodbyes. The two men shook hands. “Thanks again, man. You made our dreams come true tonight.” Marshall told him.

Damien bowed his head humbly, as if he hadn’t been thrashing some married pussy not half an hour ago. “And I’m so happy to have done it. You two were great.”

Clarissa came up and hugged him. She kissed his chin. “We’ll call you in the future whenever we can. Let us know if you’re available.”

“Almost always on weekends and after 6 on weekdays,” he reminded her.

“I’ll remember that. Don’t you worry~” She gave him a sultry look and a friendly squeeze on the groin.

He grinned and bopped her on the butt, making her gasp happily. “I bet you will.”

They said their goodbyes one last time. The couple watched as he made his way to his truck and backed out of the driveway. When he was gone, the foyer felt oddly quiet and hollow. Damien wasn’t even there for that long, yet his presence had left an indelible mark in that house that couldn’t be filled. Clarissa felt something similar in her nethers.

Marshall sighed. “Well, that was a lot of fun.”

Clarissa thought he sounded morose. She rubbed his arm. “You enjoyed that, right baby?”

He looked at her, offended. “Of course I did! Did you see how many times I nutted?”

She chortled. “I did. I think I’m proud of you.”

“I know I am, of you, I mean.” He pulled her into his arms and held her tight to his belly. She hugged him back, loving how heavy his gut felt against her. He kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She kissed him back. 

Damien’s absence had left a void for sure, but not one nearly as big if one of them had left the other.

THE END