by K T Morrison
Then she was reaching to him; her rump still presented to another man, his cock slipping into her folds. She clutched his arm, and he clutched hers back; the two of them locking forearms—his grip squeezing her on the inside of her elbow, her clawed hand sinking into his forearm, her nails digging painfully into his flesh as another man sunk himself inside her body.
“OH GOD,” she grunted, the feeling of a man who wasn’t her husband entering her strikingly uncomfortable at first. Instantly she could tell that the penis pushing inside her body was foreign; it did not belong to the man she shared her bed with since she was nineteen. It felt the same thickness, but had a bending curve in it, an upright pointing tip that stroked the posterior of her canal as it probed inside her body. Longer than Cam, she felt parts of her insides being spread that hadn’t been opened before.
Air blurted around her lips that formed a seal over the end of Ryan’s cock. She had to pull off, gripping Ryan in one hand and raising her chin, closing her eyes, her pupils almost crossing behind the shut lids. It felt so strange—intoxicating—to be penetrated deeper than what she anticipated. The knot of Sasha’s cock head pushed past the point she was used to. She curled her toes. Such a foreign and exciting feeling, now she held her breath. Then he was withdrawing, and then pushing himself back in—deeper this time, tightening the curl of her toes.
“Shoot, oh shoot, wow,” she mumbled. Her nails dug deeper into her husband’s arm and she felt his grip tighten—his fingers almost circling the narrow spot just above her elbow. “Oh wow, Cam … oh wow,” she muttered nonsensically, the ability to communicate the enormity of emotions tumbling through her—getting sticky with the wet pleasure she felt from this—almost impossible to communicate.
Cam said nothing but his familiar hand was on her now, stroking her the way he would, open palms sliding up her ribcage and cupping her shoulder and then massaging her arm, then running in circles over her rump and around her tailbone ... New hands stroked on the other side of her—a hand rubbing the middle of her back and one gripping her other elbow. Lawson joining in, watching this slut of a wife get fucked by a man who wasn’t her husband while she sucked a big cock. “Oh wow,” she mumbled again, all of this way too much for her though she loved it, anyway.
Lawson bit her back, clenched a wad of her flesh between his teeth and the intensity of that tightened her grip on Ryan’s clock and dug her nails deeper into Cam. Her mouth went back over Ryan, her tongue curling around the wide shaft’s underside, and she took him as deep as he would go. Her thumb caressed Cam’s arm, and she felt his hands smoothing over her still. The flesh clenched in Lawson’s mouth turned to suckling and then he bit her again, this time on her arm.
The whole time, Sasha picked up his pace, his careful intrusion becoming rampant and energetic, feeling incredible, that extra inch that probed and spread her wider was a pinpoint of her focus, a swelling white light that she could see in her mind’s eye just below her navel. The intensity of being touched in that untouched spot brought her breaths quicker and quicker.
Soon she couldn’t even tell if she was being bitten anymore or touched by her husband, all she cared about was the intense stroking in and out of her body by some handsome executive with dazzling blue eyes and long blonde hair and a last name she didn’t even know. Then she grew slippery inside, and Sasha’s grip tightened on her waist. He was propelling lubricant inside her, his thrusts coming quicker, the pounding of his pubic bone bouncing on her tailbone and shaking her thighs ... He was going to come.
AMBERLY STRUGGLED TO PLEASURE RYAN. She was lost in the feeling of Sasha fucking her. Another man had her breathing heavy; another man had her gasping and sweating; there was a chance another man might make her come again. And while that should have been infuriating, and it did clutch at his heart, it wasn’t—in fact his heart surged strongly against the grip that held it. There was an intensity at play here that was indescribable. Love and rage and fear and jealousy and the deepest, dirtiest, basest lust. All of it astounding.
Amberly gripped Ryan’s balls, squeezed them between the V of thumb and forefinger then circling around and tightening. Sasha pounded her harder and harder until Ryan’s big beautiful cock was almost forgotten. She still gripped his scrotum but now her face fell against his stomach and Ryan took his erection in his own hand stroking it while she played with his balls.
She began a whining gasp: “Yes, oh yes, yes, give it …” More utterances of bright affirmation followed, growing more and more unintelligible and coming at a quicker and quicker pace—matching the passionate driving of her blonde-hair stud.
Cam watch their point of connection: saw another man’s penis flashing in and out of his wife. Sticky slapping and swaying of his dangling testicles as he pounded her, and they flipped up and down tapping against her vulva. He saw Amberly’s pink membranes folding and curling around another man’s cock. It was outrageous. Faster and faster they went, Amberly gasping high and excited; in retrograde, Sasha’s grunting came quicker but low and guttural.
It hadn’t even occurred to him what would happen in the final moment until it arrived: Sasha pulled out, his cock hard as steel and curved like a bow, glistening with his wife’s wet interior—then its eruption, spewing long white lines up over her ass and over her back, right up to her shoulders. Cam withdrew his hand and let it happen. That could’ve been inside her. That man could have come inside his wife. This was insane. They weren’t using protection. Amberly wasn’t even on the pill. Holy shit.
Sasha stroked it in the seam of her cheeks, pushing her rump closed around his cock as the underside stroked between her cheeks and streams continued to burst from him, weaker and shorter but still pumping out all the same. He grunted and roared and heaved for breath. Amberly made ecstatic noises in her throat, her brow curled up as though she were disappointed—an exciting thought whipping through Cam, imagining that his dirty, awful wife wanted to feel that man shoot it deep inside her, that Amberly was disappointed that Sasha hadn’t come inside her body. He almost buckled over at the horrible thought. He gripped her arm tight and her nails dug into him.
JUST AT THE point where she thought she may come, Sasha withdrew from her. She felt him going off, ejaculating, could feel the hot tapping against her back; impressive distance that he shot, feeling it even landing in her hair. What would it have been like to feel that inside her? Was it crazy to want another man to come inside her? That would be too much.
The proximal orgasm still seized her body; so close to having been unleashed—and it would’ve been a doozy—her body still tightened and writhed with the tension that had come so close to releasing. She ached for more.
Hot water splashed on her now, and her eyes fluttered open to see her husband releasing her forearm, bringing two hands together in a cup and uploading hot water to splash over her back. Washing another man’s semen off her skin. She smiled, lopsided, not confident enough to show him her teeth, wary of how crazy and awful what they were doing was.
His eyes had trouble meeting hers, but they did, flashed away then guiltily, but she saw him give an equally lopsided and hesitant smile. He continued to splash handfuls of water across her back, then using his hands to make sure the semen was cleaned from her.
There was something exciting about that, too. Her husband maintaining her, partaking in this action and enjoying it, and maybe there was a little bit of restoration involved; an admission that this was so fucking crazy, so dirty, he couldn’t stand to see the evidence of it splattered in pearly drops across her back. The thought made her thighs tighten.
It was an intimate act that they had just engaged in, her and Sasha, and now it was completed and the two of them had parted, she felt a certain pang of loss. Having been separated from an intimate partner, an overwhelming urge worked over her back, a desire to renew the connection.
She pushed herself from Ryan, raised up, turned to face the man who just penetrated her and shot his seed. She looked in his eyes, and it took him aback.
He didn’t know what to do, so she cupped his cheeks with her palms and moved herself close. She kissed him, opened her mouth and took his lips, put her tongue between them. He accepted it, and now his nice warm hands were over her back, going low and cupping and squeezing her buttocks.
She pressed her tummy against him, felt his hardness still pulsing with excitement on her skin. She arched her rump, begged interiorly for Sasha to part her cheeks, help present herself to the man she really wanted: she closed her eyes tightly, pictured Ryan getting up behind them, seeing this hotwife’s bared and exposed pussy, forcing that enormous thing he had between his legs up inside her, tearing her apart with shredding pleasure ...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
IT HURT to see her turn and embrace then kiss the man who had just fucked her. It hurt but in a way that was profoundly exhilarating. Pushed away from her, separated from her, and yet somehow inexorably linked to her. Watching her kiss Sasha and rub her stomach against his erection drove him wild. It was somehow exactly what he wanted though he never knew he’d ever ask for it. Somehow seeing her this way completed the relationship. She was entirely his, of that he was sure, but having it challenged tightened their bond somehow. And seeing her with another man made his understanding of her more complex, his relationship with her growing deeper roots.
Now as he rose up out of the water, thinking he might embrace her, whisper a little I love you under her hair and into her ear, Ryan rose up as well, coming to close off Amberly from behind. Sasha still embraced her from the front, kissing her, taking her tongue, one hand on her rump the other cupping a breast. Ryan came to her back, his huge tool touching her first, slipping up her rump and along her back, and when she felt it, she sighed, broke from Sasha’s kiss and Cam saw the wide smile she had. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes welcoming him. He embraced her from behind, hands slipping in between her and Sasha and rubbing her stomach, coming up and taking the other breast. She kissed him over her shoulder, and he rubbed his erection on her back.
Sasha said, “She’s tight.”
Amberly looked to him, saying, “Am I?” Offended, hopeful, and complemented all at once.
Sasha said, “You feel good,” smiling and brushing her cheek with his fingers.
Amberly turned toward Ryan, Cam seeing that she wanted to make sure that he’d heard—heard that she was a good lay. Though it was silly because he must already know given what she had done with her mouth.
Ryan stood, getting off his knees and rising up out of the water, his massive cock bobbing in front of her face, Amberly’s eyes watching it move. He held his hands out and she put hers in his; he helped her to stand with him, then he bent and scooped her up, putting one forearm behind her knees and the other around her waist, hoisting her up and cradling her. She yelped and laughed, and gasped lustily, her eyes seeking his, meeting them and boring into him. She kissed him while he held her. Then he was moving, turning from the hot tub to face the doorway, stepping up onto the hot tub seat, the other long leg lifting out of the water onto the deck and then he was out, cascades of water splashing to the cedar decking, walking with her while she tried to kiss his neck and he watched where they went.
Sasha looked to Cam and said, “I guess we’re taking the party inside.”
Lawson laughed, stroking himself, saying to Sasha, “It wasn’t very comfortable out here, anyway.”
Cam shrugged awkwardly, said, “Yeah, it’s cold when you’re not in the water.”
Sasha said, “We’re not going to let him do her alone, are we?”
Lawson said, “No. I haven’t even gone yet.”
Sasha laughed, said, “She sucked you off.”
Lawson nodded, looking to cam. “She did.”
Cam said in camaraderie, “Let’s go inside.”
SHE DIDN’T WANT to be a worrywart, but as Ryan carried her over the threshold, walking from cedar deck onto stone interior, they shed gushing water from their naked bodies. She said, “We’re splashing everywhere. I’m absolutely dripping.”
When he looked in her eyes and smirked, she got the dirty double entendre and laughed, burying her face in his neck, forgetting the mess they made.
Though he was tall and lean, his body with no fat on it, she didn’t know he’d be so powerful, picking her up out of the water as easily as he did. It was shocking how much that turned her on. Tonight on the dance floor, she’d been blessed with his grace and agility—now she seemed to be blessed with more. Her hands had roamed his hard chiseled body, and her lips had kissed his enormous and shockingly beautiful cock.
In a few minutes, it would seem, she would know even more. She would become prey to his sexual prowess. She imagined it would be fierce. A smart, handsome, graceful and athletic man; well hung and passionate …? Her thighs clamped tightly again in erotic anticipation.
She clung to him as he crossed the suite with her, heading around the couches and passing the fireplace. It was the two of them alone as far she could tell, but she hoped Cam was close behind.
“Are you taking me to the bedroom?” she whispered.
He said, “I’m going to lay you out on that bed, and fuck your brains out—you’re going to scream my name every time you come.”
Holy shit.
“My husband is going to watch.”
“I don’t care.”
“I want him to.”
“When I danced with you, I knew I’d be fucking you later tonight. Husband watching or not.”
“You did?” she said softly, getting her face closer to his.
“You didn’t feel it?”
She looked around, seeing only his chest and shoulders, saying in a confidential whisper, “I did. I did feel it, I—woop …”
... And she was in the air, bouncing on the bed, seeing this human predator stalking after her. God, she wanted it from him. Wanted him to consume her. He climbed up the bed on all fours, sneering at her with wild and devilish confidence. In the doorway, she saw three naked men piling in to join them.
On her back, she scrambled up to the pillows, walking like a crab but keeping it sexy, her hot lover in pursuit. The muscles in his shoulder bounced and jumped, and every hard edge rippled on his torso. She told him quietly: “You are so beautiful.”
Then he was over her and she opened her legs to him, accepting him, Ryan getting to her and putting his mouth over hers, her knees coming up high and squeezing against those long blades of muscles—his lats. He bit her lower lip, looking in her eyes. When he released it, he said, “You are beautiful, too. We’re going to look so hot together.”
“We are?” she gasped, her lips peeling to a wide smile.
“You want to give them a show?” he asked, nodding his head to the men gathering around the bed.
She bit her lip and nodded.
THE TWO OF them clutched together on the bed where he and Amberly had peacefully slept last night. Not only was Ryan handsome and a good dancer—and, holy shit, hung—he also had a hot body. An all over tan, even on his buttocks; he was lean and thin, with round muscles that popped and bulged all over him. Now beautiful Ryan was over top of his wife, on all fours, and she clung to him from underneath. The muscles of his back moved and flexed as he dipped his head to Amberly and she kissed him, his thick blonde curls tumbling over her brow, her eyes sweetly shut. She caressed his face, her muscular legs climbed his sides, her feet arched and pointed. Ryan put a hand up the back of her thigh and pushed one knee higher. Between them, his huge, hard cock lay on her belly, and he could see Ryan’s hips gently pumping, letting Amberly have a preview of what it was about to be like—and Amberly responded well, her own hips rising to meet the man’s gentle thrusts, liking the feeling of his hot cock stroking up and down her belly.
On his left, Sasha stood watching, head bowed, eyes lusty and boring at the action on the bed; pretty much how he imagined he must look right now as well. On his right, Lawson had put one knee up on the bed, his young lean body bent at the waist, one hand stroking his cock while h
e watched Ryan make out with some guy’s wife.
Now that they had her on the bed, it looked like they might not be done—once Ryan had his turn, this might not be over. The idea that the four of them might fuck her all night long shot a hot rod of excitement through his heart. Four men each taking their turn and putting their cocks in every hole his wife had, humping and pumping and filling her up with their nectar until dawn. Fuck, what was wrong with him? God, it was only hot because Amberly was no slut, no whore. She was a goddamn genius, sweet caring and giving ... Seeing her reduced to only her sexuality was so exciting, and the most exciting?—her willingness to, hopefully for one night only, allow herself to be reduced that way, allow it and get off on it.
While Amberly and Ryan pulled their kissing lips apart, eyes working over one another, expressions paused with the weight of impending lust, Amberly’s hand came up between them and she licked her first three fingers. That hand traveled down now and Cam looked to the side to see. She found the end of Ryan’s cock, those three fingers swirling over his huge glans. His wife wanted it—his wife wanted it and knew that it may be difficult due to his size; knew it would be easier if he was slippery. Seeing his wife put that knowledge into dirty action made his vision hazy as his heart surged strongly. He put his knees on the bed, his hands out in front of him, climbing up and sitting on his heels to watch.
Nothing was said between them, but some communication transpired, because now he saw his wife nodding her head, encouraging him, letting Ryan know she was ready. Ryan took her lips again, lowering for a kiss, and their eyes closed. He inched his hips backward and up, the tip of his cock running a line down her belly toward the swell of her womanhood. Cam had a clear look at it now, Ryan’s ass turned up, his balls hanging down the shaft, his full length pointed downward toward his wife’s opening. Ryan’s hand took it, holding below the cock head and nestling it into her slippery membranes. He let it go, both hands on the bed now, supporting himself over Amberly. The two of them were locked, eye to eye again. He pushed himself into her, slowly and carefully. His hard column made slick popping noises against Amberly’s mucus membranes. Her mouth fell open, her lips pouting and parted, her eyes wide yet somehow hazy looking. She sighed then gasped. Her hand stroked down Ryan’s arms, crossing under them to rest at his slim waist. She stroked Ryan’s sides as he inched himself a little deeper.