[Note: this story picks up immediately from Part 2]

Chris led me into the marital bedroom she shared with my son.

I removed the lingerie set she was wearing, but left her heels on. We were both naked and I pulled her to my body and my rigid cock pressed into her growing belly. Our tongues played and she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

“Daddy,” Chris said, “I need you to please me. I haven’t been touched in a long while. I want to please you, too.” I was somewhat surprised to hear her speak in such a subservient manner.

But I liked it.

I eased her onto her back. As she lay on the bed she shared with my son I had a momentary feeling of guilt. But that only lasted until I lowed my mouth and started kissing her sexy feet. I suckled each toe and spent time really sucking her painted big toes. As I did that my right hand caressed her legs and I felt the heat coming from her crotch. I slipped a finger into her wet slit and she moaned with desperate desire. She squirmed as I suckled her toes and started fingering her creamy, steaming pussy. Then I found her swollen clit; it was the size of an almond and sensitive to the touch. I squeezed it gently and yet another moan escaped her lips. Her body vibrated as a wave of pleasure poured out of her in the form of a small squirt of clear, warm liquid.

I moved away from her luscious feet and started slowly kissing my way up her legs. Chris had legs like a professional athlete or ballerina: strong, firm, powerful. I paid equal attention to each leg and after she was thrashing with her need to be ‘pleased’, I spread her legs open and kissed and licked around her hairless labia, then I briefly tongued her clit. I managed to rim her starfish, her dark anus, eliciting yet another moan from her lips by lifting her legs to the ceiling.

I was touching and tasting and doing things I would never have imagined even a day before.

But I loved it.

Her lower lips were still rounded and smooth, not yet flowered like a Georgia O'Keeffe painting. I returned to kissing them like I had kissed her mouth and suddenly she reacted by clamping her thighs around my head. I pushed my mouth against her crotch, parted her pussy lips with my tongue and, pushing into her warm slit, I again sucked her clit.

With a scream, an orgasm racked her body and my mouth and face were flooded with a warm, sweet, clear liquid squirting from her body. I had never been with a squirting woman before, but I loved it as she exploded.

My head and hair were drenched.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ve never cum like that before! I’m sorry!”

I rose up and wiped my face with my arm.

“Relax. Relax,” I said. “It’s okay.”

I went to the master bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and cleaned up, still amazed at the volume of liquid that shot from her crotch.

Returning to her bed I could see the outline of her body under a sheet. She smiled and apologized again. “I’ve never, ahh, squirted before. I’m sorry.”

“How did it feel? Honestly? How did it feel?”

“It felt… wonderful. Not ever cum like that before. But you’re not done. You need to fuck me now.”

Gone was the subservient attitude; the tone in her voice was confident. And horny.

I kissed her. Actually we kissed. Passionately, tenderly, hungrily. I leaned over her and she grasped my cock. I throbbed as she held me, guiding me to the smooth entrance to her cunt.

I was lined up and she tilted upwards as I thrust downward. I slipped into her and I was in to hilt and in this one movement we were firmly, tightly locked together. She squeezed me with her kegels, her pelvic floor muscles, and the sensation was mind blowing. I had never felt such a sensation. She squeezed me strongly as if she still gripped me with her fist. I was wrapped in a warm, wet velvet glove, enveloped in her body.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Daddy!”

As I started pounding her, any thought of gentleness because of her condition flew out the window.

She wanted to get fucked.

I wanted to fuck her.

I was driving into Chris with all my energy. And she was reacting by squirming and encouraging me.

“Fuck me. Oh my god! You feel so good. Don’t stop!"

I could feel my shoulders burn as she dug her fingernails into me as she gripped me with a strength I couldn’t have guessed she possessed. She thrashed underneath me and then wrapped her legs around my waist.

We were fucking in perfect sexual sync as we simultaneously exploded in our own orgasm. The boiling sensation felt as if it started at the top of my head and the bottom of my feet pushing my sperm into her already pregnant body. I felt a massive load of my cum pump into her.

At the same time she actually vibrated under me and started crying with release and pleasure.

“Oh FUCK! You feel so good. Oh fuck!”

As we came down from our own sexual healing, we felt the wetness in her bed. But we clung to each other and kissed again.

“I’ve never felt that, been fucked like that before. That was incredible.”

I moved off her and we scooted to a dry part of the bed.

We cuddled and she said, “I’m glad there’s a mattress pad!“ For some reason that sounded funny and we both laughed.

I held her and we fell asleep.

I woke a few hours later needing to relieve myself. When that mission was accomplished I slid back to bed and spooned Chris. The contours of her body awakened my dick and it rose until it was firmly planted against her ass cheeks. She was still sleepy but she lifted her leg and I pushed and eased into her wet, warm pussy.

As I slowly enjoyed the feeling, pumping in and out of her, she reached back and cradled my balls.

“Mmmm, Daddy, that feels so wrong and wonderful.”

I rolled her onto her stomach and she lifted her ass as her head stayed on the pillow. I grasped her hips and started fucking her doggy style. I pushed and held my position until she would wiggle back to me. Then we would repeat the routine, which we did for a few minutes.

As moans of “that feels so good” or “don’t stop” became more frantic we were soon fucking again at full speed. I slipped my thumb against her anus and that triggered her climax. She was quivering in the throes of her orgasm when I pulled out of her. I spit on the crack of her ass and lubed her anus with my spit and her seeping fluids.

I positioned my cock at her back door and before I knew what was happening she pushed back, initiating my cock head slipping in the tight ring of her sphincter muscle.

“Stop! Stop! You’re too big for my butt.”

I stopped moving until she again eased her way against me. Slowly and after a few minutes my cock was buried in her ass. The tightening sensation was even more than the tight grip from her pussy. Different. Just as good, if not better.

Chris started shallow movements, and after a few more minutes we were fucking, anal style.

“Oh God! You are fucking my virgin back door! Don’t stop. It feels so good!”

I picked up my pace and was quickly fucking her as, again, we developed a rhythm.

I couldn’t hold back.

“I’m cumming!” I yelled out and at the same time Chris was screaming out that she was having another mind-blowing orgasm.

I dumped my sperm into her again and I collapsed onto her sweaty back. As I laid on her, my cock shrank and eventually plopped out of her tight asshole.

I was having the best sex of my life with my son’s wife. I got up, used the washcloth again to clean up and then returned to her arms.

She kissed me and said, “I forgot to tell you we’re getting divorced.”