Was she?
She lifted her chin a little as she looked at the guy.
The object of her attention looked over at her.
I moved back over to the house and leaned against the wall. I crossed my arms, watching the scene with ire and impotence. Despite the swelling in my jeans, I had not gotten fully hard. However, now I could feel pulses of life and lust. I imagined taking my wife back home and fucking her so viciously that she would forget all about these other guys.
Maybe I couldn't get it up all the way, but I could definitely dream, couldn't I?
Was my Tessa searching for a replacement? Someone who could satisfy her?
When she locked eyes with the guy, she stopped moving. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds. She turned away and got up, dragging her towel up with her. She turned her back to the man and bent over, wiping the towel down her legs. Her butt was thrust towards the guy.
His eyes dropped down, obviously looking if she was offering.
I wanted to shout and scream at her for being so lewd, but my breath was constricted and I was panting with anger. My throat was clenched shut and I fumed in silence. My hands clenched and unclenched with jerking spasms. I wanted to beat him and shake her.
She straightened up and took a surreptitious glance over her shoulder.
He was still looking.
She adjusted her bikini bottoms in the way women do – pulling the elastic leg band up and out and then resettling. The process exposed almost all of her little butt cheeks for anyone behind her.
Anger surged so hotly that I pushed off the wall and stomped towards her. If I had to grab her by the hair, we were going home.
Allison bounced out of the house at a run, straight for my wife. "Tessa!" She waved frantically. "Come quick! You have got to see this."
My wife forgot all about the man in a rush of curiosity. "What's going on?"
I was up to them now and paused while her friend whispered to her loud enough for us to hear. "I don't know if you remember Maria, the thick Mexican girl?"
My wife nodded.
"Well, she's here with her husband and he's… Well, you just have to see it. Come on." She pulled on my wife.
I followed them, glad enough my wife's attention was off the guy.
Inside the house, the little dance area was almost cleared and surrounded by a ring of people. The focus of everyone in the living room was a Mexican girl with very thick thighs and the skimpiest black dress into which she could stuff her somewhat large boobs. The hemline was so short that the guy behind her barely had to lift it to expose her lack of panties.
She was facing a Mexican guy who was smiling and clapping. He was slightly drunk by the sound of him. "Yeah, grind him, chica! Grind him!" He waved his finger at the guy dancing behind his wife. "Hey, white boy, touch her, man. Are you afraid? She's clean."
The guy dancing behind her reached around again and lifted the hem of her dress. The crowd cheered. His fingers moved to Maria's pussy and began massaging.
Her husband groaned with appreciation and grabbed the front of his jeans – half adjusting and half massaging. "Yeah… do it."
Maria reached behind her and began fondling the dancer.
Her husband hissed inward and rubbed his jeans faster. "Yeah, stroke the white boy. Stroke him good."
I stood there, open-mouthed as Maria's husband's eyes grew glazed with lust. How could he watch some guy finger his wife? Certainly, Maria was pretty. A little thick, but pretty. Her eyes smoked sluttiness in waves and even I was affected. My cock stiffened in my pants, pulsing in time with the music.
Tessa was just as astonished as me. She watched, leaning into Allison as they drank in the spectacle.
The husband waved at a guy. "Hey, come here. Whip your dick out and let her feel it. Unless you got a tiny little white thing."
The guy he pointed at shook his head frantically.
I almost laughed. Was he tiny?
The husband pointed at another. "You, come here. Whip it out, man. My wife likes white dick. Show her."
The guy did, face red, and unzipping for Maria. He pulled out a slightly long cock that flopped under the gaze of the crowd.
I smirked. I was longer than he was. Except… mine didn't work. His hardened after Maria wrapped her fingers around it and began tugging.
Suddenly, Jimmy was there, waving his arms. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not in the living room. Whose guests are these?"
Another kid raised his hand. "Mine. Come on, Jimmy—"
"Just take it to your room, okay?"
"Oh, yeah. Fine. No problem, dude." The kid turned to the dance area. "Okay, let's take this to my room. Come on. Right down the hall here." He led the way with Maria and her two white boys following. More trailed after her, including her husband.
Allison hauled on Tessa and merged into the small crowd walking into the hall.
I went along, so as not to lose her.
The crowd filled the bedroom and Maria was the center of attention. Allison, Tessa, and I were backed against the wall. I was half sitting on the dresser with one foot down on the floor. The bedroom was a mess, dirty clothes everywhere.
With a yank from her husband, Maria's dress top was pulled down. Her large tits bounced out, free. He shoved her dress up, exposing her pussy. He called out, "White boys only. I want to see big white cocks, right the fuck now."
There were quite a few murmurs and bawdy chuckles. "Dude…" "Yeah." "Whoa, dude." "Fuck, man, check out her cunt."
Dicks appeared in a shuffle of clothing and pants.
One of the girls who had come in said, "Are you guys seriously going to do this?"
Maria's husband gave her a grimace. "Hey, chica. Why the fuck did you come in here?"
The girl was shaking her head. "This is so sexist and racist—"
The husband roared, "Get the fuck outta the room, you stupid bitch!" His finger shook as he pointed. "Pinche puta!" He thrust his hand into the air in a mocking wave goodbye.
One of the guys stood half undressed, watching the door.
The girl turned, head tilted, eyes angry, looking at him. Boyfriend and girlfriend.
He continued undressing, dropping his eyes from her.
She stomped and slammed the door.
Her boyfriend stood up naked from the waist down, dick bobbing straight out and hard. What should have been his girlfriend's to enjoy was now going to take a deep and satisfying plunge into this Mexican wife.
Maria looked at it with a saucy smile and her husband was nodding encouragement. He said, "Get in there," while fumbling at his jeans. He produced his erection and began fisting it.
I wanted to hide Tessa's eyes from all the cocks, but her eyes were largely locked on Maria.
The Latina spread her legs wide and accepted the boyfriend onto her. The kid aimed his dick and thrust it forward. His long white shaft speared into her light brown flesh, sliding into her pussy halfway.
I gasped in shock. The kid was fucking her right in front of her husband! I would be livid!
With an adjustment, the kid sank the rest of his cock into the married Mexican woman's pussy with a very loud groan of satisfaction.
The husband stroked madly. "Yeah, do it white boy. Fuck that Latina cunt."
I pulled at my shirt. The room had gotten hot fast – not from the sex in a metaphorical way, but rather from all the panting bodies in the room. It was stuffy, dank, and reeked of sex very fast.
Maria humped her thick hips up and down as she took the guy's cock. "Mmm, yes, fuck me."
The chorus of voices around the room gasped and breathed harshly. "Fuck, man." "Look at him go, dude." "Fuck this is hot." "I want to fuck her, too." "I've never had Mexican pussy before, dude."
Maria's husband was grinning widely, hand moving on his little erection fast and furious. His lips puckered out and he tilted his head over, sweat glistening on his forehead. He humped his hips in time with the kid, muttering, "Yeah… Oh yeah, do it…"
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The kid slapped down onto her hard and gasped faster. His skinny butt twitched and jerked and jiggled between her thighs with the pounding. He called out, raising his head and squeezing his eyes shut. "Ungh, yeah!" He scrabbled forward, pushing frantically with his feet while he jerked to get his cock as deep as it would go. "Oh, fuck…!"
Maria writhed like a cat, smoothing her hands over the kid's skin. She smiled in satisfaction.
Suddenly, there were cocks all around her. The kid pulled out and was replaced by another.
I saw Allison and Tessa, rapt, whispering to each other. I noticed the sweat on their brows. Turned on? Or just uncomfortably hot?
Everyone in the room was sweating – even with the window wide open. A couple of guys stood outside, watching through the screen.
I don't know what it was, but I started getting harder. Not just swollen and floppy, but hard enough to be uncomfortable in my jeans. I wasn't sure what it was – seeing a kid perform? Was I envious and excited to see it? Or was it the mixture of Maria's sighs, the guys' grunts and gasps, the slapping sounds of balls smacking her ass, the taut Jello-jiggle of her thighs to the pounding young bodies, the frantic flexing thin muscles of the college kids, the desperate clenching of their butt cheeks as they slid their shafts into her sloppy pussy? Perhaps it was her husband's guttural growls and lusty groans?
Maria was frenzy-fucked in a long train of white guys. The cute married woman took cock after cock and load after load. It was a white, sloppy mess. Rivers of cum ran from her and her husband had ejaculated explosively after seeing the first gush from her swollen gash.
My wife was entranced.
Allison was wriggling back and forth, squeezing her thighs shut as tight as she could. Her mouth was open in lust. Where was her boyfriend, and would he have cared?
Despite the horror of the event from my perspective, I was embarrassed to find myself hard – harder than I had been in a long time.
A very long time.
CHAPTER 6
I was in a daze as the room broke up and people left. I was also ashamed of my hardness.
Tessa said, "Too hot."
I agreed; I needed air. "I gotta get outside," I panted.
I lost Tessa, wondering if she had meant it was hot sexy or hot temperature. I burst outside into the cooler air and realized she must have followed Allison somewhere.
After a moment of walking around the blissfully refreshing pool, I went back inside to see if I could convince her it was time to go. Maybe she liked pool parties, but obviously Jimmy's weren't a good idea. One of her friends had a pool, why not there?
She was dancing with the swimmer-looking guy that resembled my friend Bend.
Jadin found me. "Dude, I heard some wife got gangbanged."
I grunted over the music, "I was there."
His eyes lit up. "Whoa, did you get some?"
I scowled at him. "She was married."
"So? They make hot fucks."
I rolled my eyes and ground my jaws together. I watched Tessa talk to the guy. I nudged Jadin. "Hey, do you know who that guy is?"
"Him? Yeah, that's Dustin Cobey. He gets all the chicks. When he shows up at a party, your chances sink to shit."
I swallowed my annoyance and watched them. So far, only Dustin was flirting. My wife talked to him but little more. She was not responding to his winks and flirts, but she did seem very at ease dancing with him.
Curious.
Again, it was Dustin making the moves. He pulled my wife close by her waist, melding his hips to hers. She was still only in her bikini, having left her dress outside. Dustin's dick was covered by his tight swimming briefs and thus only two, thin pieces of material separated his bulge from my wife's pussy. He ground vigorously against her in time with the music.
I frowned.
Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in shock, then closed a little and her eyebrows furrowed. She opened her eyes again. Dustin gave two very hard thrusts that lifted her almost off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck to hang on. She placed her feet apart, knees on either side of his. Her back was arched, thrusting her pussy forward against his covered cock. He began humping her into the air with two more, three more, then a fourth suggestive lifting hump of his hips. Her lips quivered and her eyes closed briefly again as if enjoying the pressure up against her pussy. But he was laughing.
My face shifted into outrage and murder. I took a step forward.
She caught my look when they moved to where she could see me. Her face clouded over with annoyance, concern, and then worry. She touched Dustin's arm and said something to him, gesturing to me. They parted. With her leaving him, there was nothing to cover his excitement. The head of his cock was poked up out of his swim trunks. He adjusted it as best he could, hiding it back inside the stretched material. He looked at me, gauging me in that way men do when checking out the competition. I clenched my jaw, teeth bared, and stared him down. He smirked.
Whatever hardness I had in my jeans was gone. It was as limp as a single sheet of toilet paper in the wind.
My wife joined me and the twerp.
Jadin raised his eyebrows at me and made a face as if he had stepped into an argument.
I said, "Were you flirting with him, Tess?" I couldn't keep the accusation out of my tone.
She was firm. "No." But her eyes slid away and she pressed her lips together in a quick swallow. There was something she wasn't telling me.
Jadin disappeared.
"You might as well have been fucking right there in the middle of the room."
"It was just a dance. He was making the moves."
Allison was dancing with her boyfriend Garren.
I formed a plan and suggested, "Why don't you dance with Allison and her boyfriend?"
She waved dismissively. "I suppose I could."
Tessa didn't often take anything seriously. Maybe that was her problem: things just slid right by her and it took a lot of effort from me to get her to respond.
I pressed the point. "I don't want you talking to Dustin. I don't like him."
She said drily, "You don't like any guy."
"You shouldn't be talking—"
"I'm gonna go dance." She stepped into the broader noise before I could finish and joined Allison and Garren.
I let out a slow breath of determination. I had seen Dustin go outside. I went out after him. The man of my immediate concern was chatting up a couple of bikinis.
Of course.
I got into his angle of view and motioned with my chin. "I'd like to talk to you."
One eyebrow twitched upwards and his head waggled in a superior way on his neck. "Oh yeah? Excuse me, my lovelies."
One of the bikinis said, "Hurry back."
The other bikini giggled.
I led Dustin away. "Listen, I don't want you dancing with or talking to Tessa. She's my wife. Mine. Understand?"
He pursed his lips at me in thought and crossed his arms. "You're jealous I talked to her? Danced with her?"
I turned red in anger. "Stay the fuck away from my wife or I will beat your face into a bloody pulp. Get me?" My cock began to harden again. I couldn't make sense of it, but with my anger flooding me, it seemed to respond.
He looked down with a sudden frown of decision. "Give me your number."
"What?"
"You can't take away some things. I talked to her. I danced with her. Burns you, doesn't it? But there's something you should see. I'll send it to you."
"Fuck off."
"Trust me, you want to know."
Alarm bells went off. Was he offering some kind of juicy information about my wife? I stiffened in fear – not of him, but what he thought he had. What if it was serious?
I gave him my number.
He tapped it into his phone and began tapping and swiping. His eyebrows lifted appreciatively and he smiled. But it was a crooked, wicked smile. He tapped a couple more times then paused. With a glance at me, he jerked his finger downward.
> A second later, my phone chimed.
My throat went dry. What is it?
I took my phone out of my pocket and tapped into the text. A picture was attached that froze my hands into inactivity. I couldn't move. I couldn't tap it to enlarge it. My dick throbbed painfully in my jeans.
He said, "Take a look at it." Smug.
I was dizzy, both in fear and rage. I forced myself to tap the picture. It enlarged, showing Tessa, eyes closed and lying down, with a long erection resting on her chin and lips. Her hair was different – shorter, younger. I felt only the barest of relief that this was taken before we were married.
"Where did you get this?" I croaked.
He shrugged. "Does it matter? It's something I will always treasure and you can't take it away from me." His look was challenging. "You know what?"
I grunted; I couldn't talk. The sight of a long dick on her face was infuriating. Who was it? Who had taken the picture? Did the dick belong to Dustin? Tessa's lips were parted and the large head of the cock rested between them on her teeth. My chest rose and fell, faster and faster.
Dustin's voice sank into threat. He said, "Tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to send this picture to you every day – just to remind you that your Tess wasn't always yours. And if you block me? I'll send this to every single one of my three hundred and forty-plus contacts. I wonder which one of them will post it on the internet? One of them, if not more, I'm sure."
I lunged for his phone, knocking it from his hand. He scooped it up before I grabbed him and swung him around.
He seethed, "Stop or this gets sent now, asshole."
Blood raged inside me, returning even more life to my dick. I let go of him, fuming. "Just… leave her alone." I felt totally impotent, although my erection didn't.
Dustin straightened his clothes and pocketed his phone. "I'll be talking to ya, dude."
My jaw was clenched so hard that my head hurt. I grabbed up Tessa's dress from the lounge and stomped back into the house to find her. With a quick grip on her upper arm, I dragged her from the house.
She squawked, "What are you doing? Let me go."
"We're leaving."
"But, I was having fun."
We stepped into our yard and I unlocked the front door. I thrust her inside. "Flirting with everyone?"
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