by T West
My husband tried to protest, “This has gone way too far. I’m not sure if you’re trying to get back at me or something, but let’s just stop this now. We can drive back home and pretend none of this happened.”
I was surprised that he didn’t even threaten to leave me. The bulge had re-appeared in his towel as he sat there, and I figured a part of him might actually be enjoying this, and that was perhaps why.
I glared at him, “Now.”
Tim did as he was told; he unfastened my tight top from the back. I took it off a flung it on the floor. My full melons now hung free, having escaped their harness.
“I’m sick of your whining. If you complain again I’m going to slap Josh’s dick across your cheeks,” and with that I grabbed the huge throbbing cock that was in front of me, and plunged it deep into my mouth, sucking on it good and hard. This blowjob was taking place literally right before my husband’s eyes, by a matter of inches. I was now thoroughly enjoying myself, sucking this big dick like a dirty slut and making my husband watch up-close.
Josh let out a loud moan as I sucked away, and as I withdrew the huge cock from my mouth to gasp a bit of air, a long line of my spit dripped from his shiny shaft onto my husband’s lap, splashing his bare knees just below the hem of the towel.
This sight turned me on greatly, and my pussy now ached and longed for some attention. But not from my pathetic husband. No – I wanted to feel every inch of this young stud’s penis inside my aching snatch.
So, I got up and led Josh over to the bed. I gently pushed him down on the large double bed and he lay there on his back, his large prick sticking up in the air, longing for more attention.
The chair my husband was sitting in was facing the bed, and, facing Josh but with my back to my husband, I leant over and pulled down my satin panties. The soft satin dislodged from my ass-crack as I pulled them down and stepped out of them, Tim getting a good view of my peachy ass. My pussy is neatly waxed on either side, with a nice landing strip of thick trimmed blonde hair down the middle. I stood on the bed with my back to my husband, with a leg either side of this young stud, but just as I was about to lower myself onto him I had a sudden change of heart. I wasn’t going to ride this guy cowgirl style. No – I was going to ride him reverse cowgirl so I could see the expression on my husband’s face as I did so.
So, I turned around and began to lower myself down. I could feel Josh’s warm manly hands on my smooth bum-cheeks as I bent my knees and guided myself onto his throbbing penis. As his helmet pressed against my plump labia, begging to be let inside, I looked up and made eye contact with my husband. I lowered myself down, inch by inch, my mouth opening wide to let out a nearly silent moan as I took every inch (and a half!) of that huge erection up into my wet pussy.
I began to bounce up and down, getting faster and faster, really speeding up as I felt his huge full bulls slap against my swollen clit. As I rode him hard, I looked ahead and saw that something unbelievable was happening – my husband was visibly getting turned on by this! So much so, that he had undone his towel, and was now sitting there naked, wanking. That’s right – his comparatively small dick was in his hand and he was wanking it up and down, his balls looking like small walnuts as they bounced up and down with every stroke.
“You’re liking this aren’t you, you fucking little perv!” I shouted at him, taunting him.
Although he was enjoying the view, he must not have liked the taunt, because he once again became very defensive and attempted to cover up his pathetic erection with the towel again.
“This is fucking ridiculous – I’m leaving,” he exclaimed, and stood up with the intention of finding his pants, no doubt.
With this huge cock still deep inside my pussy I said in a cold, dark tone, “Oh no you don’t. If you leave I swear to God I’ll get straight on that phone and call for more room service. I’m sure there are lots of other guys working here that would love to join in and give me a good hard drilling! A drilling that you are incapable of giving me. In fact, one guy caught my eye on the way in. A Greek guy. What was his name again… that’s it – Demetrios.”
It seemed as though my threat had worked – the thought of me getting all my holes filled by a gang of horny young guys was too much for him, and he sat his hairy ass back down.
Totally loving this, I rode this stud’s cock harder and faster than ever, whilst maintaining eye contact with my husband. It wasn’t long before I felt an intense climax build up through my body, and as my clit slapped against his big full balls I achieved an amazing orgasm, cumming hard and moaning loudly as I did so. Love juice gushed from my tingling flange down onto my new lover’s churning ball-sack.
Josh was ready to cum too, but I wasn’t finished yet. I wanted to have even more fun with him. So I dismounted and got on all fours on the bed, and still facing my husband, invited Josh to lick my pussy from behind – similarly to how I had witnessed that naughty wife getting licked in that favorite cuckold video of mine. This was incredible – I was living out my wildest, deepest fantasy, and loving every second of it.
So, Josh got on all fours behind me, and with his nose in my ass-crack he started to lick my pussy from behind. His soft long tongue licked up and down the length of my swollen labia, gently parting them and lapping up the amber nectar that was inside.
“Good boy josh, but now – lick a little higher. I think you know what I mean.”
Josh knew exactly what I meant and got straight to it. His outstretched tongue licked upwards, tracing its way from my dripping flaps up to my tight little winking starfish. Here, he flicked his tongue tentatively over my anus, then delving his tongue in and out of my back passage. This felt truly amazing – so soft and warm, and I instinctively reached down and rubbed my hard clit while telling my husband, “He’s licking my ass, Tim. He’s licking my ass right in front of you and you’re not doing anything about it.”
My crushed hubby sat there, viewing. I knew that I wanted this huge cock in my mouth once more, so I instructed Josh to lie back on the bed. I put my legs either side of his head and straddled him, 69 style. My head was close to the foot of the bed and nearer to where my husband sat, and I took great pleasure in taking this rigid tool deep into my mouth once more, sucking up and down as Josh’s tongue lapped at my aching pussy hovering above his face.
We both naturally went one further – as Josh’s tongue darted up to once again lick my tight anus, I craned my neck down and my tongue licked under his balls, down to his hairy ass-crack that was partially exposed. I managed to reach and lick his tight young manly hole, the whole while knowing my husband was watching me lick another guy’s ass – something I had never done for him.
It was then that this young hunk started to really take the reins. He got up from our 69 position, and with me still on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, he got behind me on his knees. He plunged his huge beast of a cock right up my tight pussy till it was balls deep. I gasped as he slid it in and out, fucking me good and hard.
He grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and pulled it back tightly. The torque of his tight grip felt great – I was truly being fucked like a bitch.
“This is how she needs it. This is what she needs! A good hard fucking,” he told my husband.
Even though this horny buck was balls deep, he must’ve felt like attempting to somehow get it deeper because he momentarily withdrew his penis from my aching gash and got on his feet. He then crouched down and without any warning slid his burning hot member back up my wanton pussy hole. Once inside, he made love to me vigorously, ‘up & over’ style.
“Come over here, darling,” I called out to my husband Tim. “Cup this stud’s balls in your hand. He’s about ready to explode and I want you to help him along by giving them a gentle squeeze!”
I think Tim was done trying to argue or complain (and perhaps he wanted to do it), so he got up off the chair and did as I said. He stood by the end of the bed and reached a hand round behind Josh’s ass. Here, he f
irmly cupped Josh’s tight shaven testicles in the palm of his hand.
“Jesus, they’re full,” he discovered, and no sooner had the words been spoken than I felt myself getting close.
My hubby giving a helping hand was too much for my aching clit to take, as a raging climax built up and I came very strongly with amazing orgasmic pleasure. Love juice gushed out of my aching pussy backwards, soaking this randy fucker’s balls and my husband’s hand in the process.
A couple of seconds after I came so did Josh – with my husband’s gush soaked hand lightly squeezing his firm balls, he let out a loud moan and shot huge amounts of thick creamy white milk deep inside my vaginal hole.
Completely spent, he withdrew his now semi-erect cock from my pussy and sat back in the cushions of the bed, panting. I saw this as a good opportunity to really let my husband be a part of the experience, and I lay on my back and opened my legs wide. Josh’s spunk started to ooze out of my snatch like a cream pie.
“Come on. Eat it up. Every last drop. I know you must be hungry after the live action porn flick you just watched. Plus, this is the only bit of pussy you’re going to get all week,” I instructed, now fully loving my new found sadistic side.
Tim got on his knees between my legs, and earnestly lowered his head and began licking me out, lapping up and swallowing this young man’s still-warm sperm from my open swollen pussy. I smiled.
“Good boy. There’s lots of protein in there.” I looked down as he sucked up the last of the warm semen deposit. “And there’ll be lots more protein for you to drink. Josh is going to bring up Demetrius and Winston tomorrow. So there’ll be lots of cleaning up to do.”
I had kept my promise and hadn’t called for more room service today – but there was always tomorrow. The thought of my husband watching me getting gang-banged by the bellman’s multi-racial work colleagues filled me with great joy. I felt so special and loved. I felt wanted. I felt whole and fulfilled again.
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Steamy Erotica Story 32
S tephanie stood outside Brad’s door. When she said she wanted to wait until marriage, she had no idea how tough it would be. She was horny just thinking about him, and the night she decided to seduce him, she knew that it was the right choice for both of them. She rang his doorbell, but he didn’t come. She knocked hard on the door, but still no answer. She turned around and saw that his car was in the driveway.
“He must be here,” she said, banging on the door again. Still, the door remained closed. She tried the handle and was relieved to see that it was unlocked. “Hello?” She called, when she got into the house. There was no sign of him anywhere. Then she heard a loud thud coming from upstairs. She looked around the house, before hurrying up the steps. She thought maybe he was busy doing something and didn’t hear the door.
As she neared his bedroom, she heard the sounds of moaning and groaning. She hesitated, but then walked up to the door and peeked inside. Her eyes widened when she saw that there was a petite blonde riding her fiancés’ cock, bouncing up and down. She covered her mouth as she watched what was going on. “Oh, Brad,” the blonde moaned as she rode him like a pony while his hands groped her large breasts.
Stephanie stepped back. She knew it was wrong to be watching two people have sex, but it was even worse watching her boyfriend screw another woman. “Baby, you’re so damn sexy,” she heard Brad groan.
“Oh no…” she whispered, covering her mouth and fearing that tears would flow down her face. How can he do this to me? Who the hell is she? Thoughts crept into her mind, as they continued to bang, with no worries evident. She stared at them as the blonde dismounted her steed and then crouched between his legs to put her mouth on his still-hard member. Stephanie couldn’t take it anymore. She flung the door open. The woman turned to face her. Her large breasts bounced around like they had a life of their own. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Stephanie stared at Brad.
He jumped up off the bed, and tried to cover his cock, like it mattered now. “Steph!” He cried. “What are you doing here?”
Stephanie was fuming, and she knew that her tears were just beneath the surface. “It’s a damn good thing I am here. Or else I wouldn’t realize what a bastard I was going to marry.” She took off her ring and flung it at him. He rushed to grab it, so that it wouldn’t fall down the heating vent.
“Steph, wait!” He called, as she tried to run out of the room. He reached her, before she could open the door. “It meant nothing.”
She turned around and glared at him. “Are you frickin’ kidding me? You were having sex with another woman. How can that mean nothing?”
“I’m sorry. I was just really hurting for a woman’s touch. You wanted to wait, and --”
“Now, it’s my fault. Fuck, Brad, I was coming here to tell you that I didn’t want to wait anymore.” She opened her coat to show that she was naked underneath. He looked her up and down and smiled. He moved closer, but she held out her hand. “Get away from me.”
“If you’re ready, I’ll tell her to go home. She’s just a hooker. I don’t even know her name.”
“That makes it worse!” Stephanie cried out. “Don’t even touch me. The wedding’s off.” She ran out of the house and hurried to her car. Tears began streaming down her face, as she began to drive. She didn’t know where she would go, but she didn’t want to go home and she definitely wasn’t staying there.
***
She ended up her best friend’s house. The lights were on, so she went up to their door. After two knocks, the door opened. Jemma was standing there with just a robe on. “Steph, come in.”
The minute she got into the living room and sat on the couch, she burst into tears. “I’m sorry for coming over here like this, but… I didn’t know where to go.”
“It’s okay,” Jemma touched her shoulder, consoling her. “What happened?”
“Brad is such a complete and utter douche. He nailed a hooker, because I told him I wanted to wait for marriage. Can you believe that?”
“Wow. I’m so sorry.” Jemma spoke in a soothing voice. “I hope you gave him a piece of your mind.”
Stephanie nodded, “You better believe it, but what hurts the most was that I was prepared to sleep with him tonight.” She pulled her coat tighter around her, making sure to hide any sign of nudity from her friend.
“That sucks, but you shouldn’t be feeling sorry for yourself. He is the one that screwed up royally.”
“I know,” Stephanie replied, between sniffles.
“Who’s at the door, darling?”
“It’s Stephanie!” Jemma called.
A few moments later Richard walked through the door. “Hey, Steph.” He planted a kiss on his wife’s forehead.
Stephanie had always slightly envied their relationship. Jemma was gorgeous, with long red hair and a body that any girl would kill for. Her husband was sexy with dark, sleek black hair and deep blue eyes. Since he was wearing just lounge pants, she could even get a visual sample of his rock-hard body and she felt a pulse in her pussy. She looked away from them, so that it didn’t make her feel even worse than she already did. “I shouldn’t have come here. You both are obviously in the middle of something and I don’t want to interrupt.”
Stephanie started to stand up, but Richard spoke. “Don’t be silly… stay… talk. I’ll fix you something to drink.”
She sat back down and watched him walk out of the room, before turning back to her friend. “You are one of the lucky ones, Jemma.”
Jemma nodded, in agreement. “I did get lucky, but you can be just as lucky as I am.”
Stephanie laughed. “Right. My fiancé is cheating on me and now I am left with no fiancé, no boyfriend, nothing.”
“You know… it’s like what Richard and I were saying to each other earlier. Sometimes you need to spruce things up to keep things interesting.”
“You’ve lost me,” Stephanie said, reaching to the table and grabbing a Kleenex.
“Well, you
thought your life was perfect. You were getting ready to start your own family, but then everything went south. Things don’t always turn out how you imagined.” She paused. “I don’t think I’m making myself clear. The point is, if things had been different in your sex life, this might not have happened.”
Stephanie tried to process the words. “Are you saying this is my fault?”
“No, of course not. He is an ass and deserves to be shafted.”
Stephanie giggled, relaxing and thinking about that. “That would be a sight.”
Jemma smiled, “My point is… that all couples go through tough times.”
“Even you and Richard?” She couldn’t believe that anything would split them.
Jemma nodded. “Even us.”
Stephanie looked up to see Richard walk back in. He handed her a drink and she stared at it. It was blue, and she had no idea what it was. “It’s my specialty. Give it a try!”
Stephanie was apprehensive, but took a sip. She licked her lips. “Not bad.”
Richard looked at Jemma, “So, did you tell Stephanie our idea?”
Jemma shook her head. “I don’t know if Stephanie would be up for any of that. She just discovered Brad’s cheating on her.” She said softly.
“That’s tough. However, I think this is the perfect thing to get her mind off of things. Don’t you?”
Stephanie took another sip, drowning out their words. “Okay,” said Jemma. She glanced back at Stephanie and reached for her glass. Stephanie looked at her, as she placed the drink down. “You need to be coherent to hear this.”
“What?”
“Well, Richard and I were talking things over and we could use a little switch-up in the bedroom. So, we are considering bringing a third person into the mix.”
“Like a threesome?” Stephanie asked in shock.
Jemma nodded, “Yes, like a threesome. What do you think about that?”
Stephanie tried to wrap her mind around it. “I just can’t believe you would be up for that. It seems so improper…” She thought about it. It definitely seemed enticing.