by R. C. Curtis
I can’t tell you what Kelly was thinking.
She gets vague, uncertain of the facts.
We have talked about it. She is always embarrassed and uncomfortable. I don’t pursue it, understanding that I may never understand, but trying to let her know that I
Bring no judgment.
Imagine yourself in a state of complete lust. Things you never thought you would do are not just intriguing, they are compelling. That is where I was.
Dinner was a fog.
Her strapless gown, her impossible cleavage. When Kelly moved a certain way it seemed you could see the edge of an areola, but then you just doubted. But what drove a spike through your heart was knowing that she didn’t care. Maybe you saw her nipple, maybe you caught a glimpse of her thighs; Kelly didn’t care.
She didn’t care if you were aroused, if you whipped out your dick in front of her and masturbated just thinking of her wet mouth on your cock. It didn’t matter.
Kelly had moved to a whole different zone.
To be honest, I don’t even know if Dwane realized it. After dinner, but before desert, he stood up at their table. I think he had seen the uncertain couples slip away, or else the guy just had bigger ball than anyone else on the planet. Whatever the case, he announced that we were all in for a treat, and then he motioned Kelly to kneel in front of him.
I know some people left right then.
I can’t tell you who, but I can tell you who stayed.
Kelly knelt before him, and Dwane deliberately took hold of his fly, and slowly unzipped.
I mean, OK, there were rumors rampant I am sure that Dwane was fucking my wife. I had had several people tell me how good it was for Dwane to fuck my wife. But this was Dwane, in front of everyone, about to shove his cock into my wife’s mouth.
Except I got that wrong.
Dwane pulled out his cock, to be sure.
And, I just have to say, I heard the collective gasp. Not everyone, sure. But enough that Dwane grinned. And I will give him his due: the man had the most impressive cock I’ve ever seen, in girth, length, and overall shape. I’ve always thought mine was the prettiest cock shape wise, and Kelly assures me it is true, and I think that is honest, but length and girth? I know when I am beat.
I am not a petty man.
But when Kelly knelt before his exposed cock, I thought she should have looked to me for a nod of permission.
Of all the emotions that this weekend stirred, this seems to be the most potent. I felt she needed permission to suck my bosses cock in public. Kelly thinks she was already committed to Dwane’s will by me, and therefore my permission was already given.
This is a sticking point for both of us. I know it seems ridiculous, in light of what happened later, including the pregnancy, but it is the single point I can’t get past, and she won’t surrender.
And the most ironic thing is, he wouldn’t let her suck his cock at all.
Kelly griped his semi erect cock in her hand as he leaned back against the table. She opened her mouth, clearly eager to arouse his currently unimpressed penis with the wetness of her lips.
And then he told her not to use her mouth.
Have you ever heard a man instruct your wife on how to pleasure his penis?
I heard it that day.
She didn’t miss a beat.
She gripped his cock in one hand and started slowly stroking it, up and down.
You could see she wanted it in her mouth, but she obeyed and just rubbed the head of it on her cheeks, and brushed it across her lips. She stroked it with her fingers gently, then squeezed it and rubbed it on her face again.
I noticed a few people heading for the exit, but everyone else seemed to lean in, or even move closer to get a better view. Dwane leaned back and closed his eyes, his thick cock jutting upwards between my wife’s fingers. With her teeth, my wife pulled off one of her gloves, and then the other, stroking Dwane’s cock slowly all the time.
“You go girl,” said someone over my shoulder.
Kelly was certainly going. She seemed torn, between wanting to devour his cock with her forbidden mouth, and wanting to slowly tease it with the soft urging touches of her fingers. She gripped his cock at the base, and lightly ran a finger down the underside of his cock, and back up again. His cock surged slightly within her grip, his back arching a little, thrusting into nothing. She teased his cock with delicate feathery touches, watching it stiffen and grow under her attention.
She lowered the thick shaft to her breasts, and dragged the head of his cock over her curves, burying it for a moment in the space between them. She held it in her cleavage, squeezing it, then guided the head of his cock up over her chest, along her neck, and back over her lips and against her cheek.
Dwane looked down at her, both hands gripping the table.
Kelly took his cock firmly in two hands now, and looked up at him as she began to pump the full length of his cock. Long, slow strokes the entire length of his shaft, ending with a squeeze on the fleshy knob at the end.
She looked up at him, watching his reactions to the slowly growing intensity of her soft hands. He looked down at her, his body rising and moving slightly with each stroke.
She did not hurry. She lingered over his still growing thickness, his still growing lust for her. She had his full attention.
She had everyone’s attention.
Without exception everyone who stayed had now moved closer to get a better view. It was a view worth having, Dwane’s heavy cock firm between her long fingers, her delicate nails drifting along his eager shaft, her hands urging him instinctively towards release. Kneeling, Kelly’s cleavage was on spectacular display. She raised her hands over her head once to tease Dwayne's jutting cock with her breasts, and one nipple rose half into view. It nudged up from her neckline, hesitated, teasing you by almost revealing its whole self, and then slipping out of view again when Kelly lowered her arms to take his cock in her hands once again.
Kelly pumped his cock slowly. She cupped his balls, and pressed them to her face. She put her nose against his shaft, and reveled in its presence. For long minutes she massaged his cock intimately, playing with it, exploring it, building his need.
At last she began to stroke it with a slightly quicker rhythm. Dwane tipped his head back, his hips thrust out toward her. The intensity in her face changed now too. Kelly was going to make him come.
She picked up the pace quickly now. Her hands were a blur on his cock. The bulge of her breasts shimmied with the rapid movement of her arms.
Kelly stroked him relentlessly. Dwane fought the urge, held it off with a struggle out could see in his face. Kelly was equally determined to make him come, and she looked up at him, milking his cock, urging it to release.
Dwane could not win this battle.
The moment was inevitable, but when it still surprised everyone. The first spurt struck Kelly in the next, and she started with surprise. Still stroking, she aimed the surging cock lower. Dwane groaned now as he shot a thick rope of cum across her chest and collarbone, splashing on her breasts and gown. He shuddered as he shot out two more thick streams of cum across her breasts and chest. Kelly lowered his cock between her breasts, and he emptied his final shots into her cleavage.
He stood gasping for a long moment, as Kelly squeezed his emptied cock to her breasts.
He had her stand then. Kelly looked beautiful, her chest and dress sprayed with cum. He motioned for a towel, and someone handed him one from the bar. He then turned Kelly around, and unzipped the back of her dress.
It loosened immediately, then fell away from her breasts. She stood there, head bowed slightly, the gown unzipped to her waist, the fabric folding over to fully reveal her from the waist up. A collective murmur of appreciation went up. I have seen Kelly’s naked breasts many times, and the effect on me is always potent. I can only imagine how intense it must have been for those seeing them for the first time.
Dwane wiped his cum from her body. Kelly stood, naked from t
he waist up, her arms held out a little from her body as he cleaned her. It took a second towel. He took special care with her breasts, sponging the cum from them, then making them jiggle exquisitely as he rubbed them dry. Kelly kept her head down, watching him work, giving everyone an opportunity to stare openly at her naked breasts. That same nipple that had coyly teased us from within her gown earlier now lay unprotected and fully exposed to our view.
Dwane took her by the hips and steered her through a door to a small lounge off the side of the bar.
“I hope you enjoyed the show,” he joked, dismissing everyone.
Then he motioned me to join him in the side lounge. I went in, and Dwane closed the door behind us. Kelly was talking to two Asian men who were seated on leather chairs. Dwane introduced us, first names only, and no mention that Kelly and I were married.
Then he steered Kelly to a corner of the room, and had her face into the corner. Next he unzipped her dress all the way, and had her step out of it.
“Stay like that,” said Dwane, and left the room.
Kelly stood there motionless, like a schoolgirl being punished by being made to stand in the corner, except her body was completely laid bare.
No one spoke.
I won’t call it an uncomfortable silence, but it was certainly unusual, the two strangers and I all looking at my wife’s fine unprotected ass.
Dwane came back in with a sarong, which he knotted around her hips like a very short skirt. It barely covered her ass. He turned her toward us and brought her to sit down. He turned, and fiddled with a control panel, and then some very slow, rhythmic music poured into the room from discrete speakers.
Kelly sat beside him on a leather sofa. The sarong opened, flashing everyone a quick glimpse of her pussy, before she shifted and tugged the fabric back to cover her. The rest of us sat separately in very comfortable leather chairs. I looked at my topless wife sitting next to Dwane, and incongruously thought. “She has perfect posture.” She did too. She sat tall, her back straight, and her breasts jutting out. She looked amazing.
Dwane got out a joint, and lit it up. The sweet smell of weed filled the room. He took a deep puff, held it, then pulled my wife to him, brought her mouth to his, and exhaled into her. She held it for a moment too, then exhaled.
He handed her the joint. “Kelly is going to be our bong for the night, gentlemen,” he joked. He waved his hand, directing Kelly to Mr. Li. She walked over to him slowly, her hips swaying.
She took a long, deep hit from the joint, then bent over and kissed Mr. Li. Slowly, she exhaled into his mouth, her naked breasts hanging over him. She stayed there a long moment, then straightened. She stood leisurely, her hips thrust forward, then walked and stood in front of Huan. She took another long slow hit, filling her mouth with smoke, then bent over and blew it into him as their mouths met. Bent over at the waist, her legs looked impossibly long. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
After Huan, Kelly took an uncertain look at Dwane, and he nodded to me. Kelly came over and stood in front of me. She suddenly had a new way of standing, with her hips thrust forward, legs slightly open. I found it very effective, as she stood in front of me, taking a deep draw on the joint. Then discretely, so only I could see, although everyone else knew what was happening, she opened her sarong and showed me her pussy. Or maybe it was my pussy. Either way, it was beautiful and right in my face and she bent over and shotgunned me with her mouth full of smoke.
Dwane had her do him next, and then continue around the circle again. When the joint burned down, he pulled out another one and lit it and gave it to Kelly. Sometimes Kelly held the smoke in her mouth, sometimes she sucked it into her lungs before breathing it into the next guy’s mouth, but either way, she was taking in way more than anyone else. Our bong was getting way more stoned than we were.
On one pass by, Kelly shotgunned me, and whispered “Dwane says no.”
One thing about Kelly, when she does something she is committed to the end. I had asked her to do this, I had to respect her integrity.
I could feel the buzz, and Kelly was way, way more wasted than any of us. To Kelly, getting high means getting deeply aroused and then fucking. I had no reason to think, on a primal level, this would be any different for her. The music didn’t help either. Or rather it did. Kelly’s hips move instinctively to a beat.
I don’t know what Dwane said to her before this little party. I’m not sure what was in her head. I don’t even know why I was there. But I knew why Kelly was there. I think Kelly knew too, and whether getting seriously stoned was the reason, or just an excuse, I don’t think I will ever know.
Kelly was very buzzed, and I was feeling it, I think everybody was at least part way there. Kelly wasn’t walking to each guy now, she was dancing and shimmying between guys. If a girl ever had “Fuck Me,” written on her ass, it was Kelly right now. The two guys, they were really perfect gentlemen. They didn’t lay a hand on her. I think they were used to strip clubs, or maybe they just knew that waiting would bring out the raw Kelly. I could see this wasn’t about Dwane. It was, but it wasn’t about him fucking Kelly. He was using her in a different way. And Kelly apparently likes being used.
She started shotgunning the guys without taking a hit first. She would lean over, and give them a long, deep kiss. She would pull back, then take a toke, or maybe just kiss them again a second time, before taking a hot and breathing it into them. And she got more and more playful; touching them, running her hands over them.
It became apparent to me that she preferred Mr. Li the older guy, to Huan. I found it surprising, because Huan looked younger, and more virile. But even I could sense that Huan was not the alpha man here. He would be, someday. But not yet. Tonight Mr. Li was the Alpha man, and Kelly scented it in whatever way women are able to find the one guy who will use her the way he wants.
Finally Kelly sashayed up to Mr. Li, and then climbed onto his lap, holding the joint to the side in her hand. She straddled him, legs opened. I saw her from behind, but I knew that pose opened her sarong, and exposed her pussy to him. Not that he maybe even noticed. Kelly’s breasts were right in front of his face, and she gathered them together with her other arm, and held her nipples up to his mouth.
The invitation was unmistakable. His hands moved to caress her ass, and he began to suck on her nipples. Kelly threw her head back, and clamped her thighs around his. She sat too high to grind on him, but I doubt that thought was far from either of their minds.
Kelly took a drag from the joint then, as he sucked her nipples, then pushed him back and brought her mouth to his. She fed him the smoke, then got off his lap and danced over to Huan.
I had a better view of them, or at least a side view. Kelly climbed onto his lap too, and presented her saliva slicked nipples to him.
Without hesitation he took them into his mouth.
Kelly repeated her performance, and then to get her balance before she got off his lap, reached down and braced herself with one hand. She somehow managed to place it directly on his cock.
She flipped the burnt out joint aside, and Dwane passed her a freshly lit one.
Then she came over to me. Kelly had skipped me the last few circuits, but she came over to me now with her just sucked nipples glistening. She put her hand on my chest, and showed me her breasts, but wouldn’t let me suck them. Instead, she whispered “Feel my cunt,”
I did.
My hand just flipped up between her thighs and I felt her little pussy.
I didn’t linger. I knew the show wasn’t about me. But my girl was wet. Very wet. As wet as any girl could ever hope to be.
Kelly took a drag, and held it, then blew it out into the air. “Tomorrow,” she mouthed soundlessly to me.
Then she got off me and went back to Mr. Li.
She walked toward Mr. Li and held the fresh joint up and flicked it wastefully away. She climbed onto his lap, and immediately reached for his cock.
She undid his fly and pulled his cock out.
/> I think she pumped it maybe twice, it didn’t matter, he was rock hard.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she said.
The question was rhetorical.
You could scent the hunger. I don’t know whose hunger was greater, but the room was full of lust and scarcely an intelligent thought.
Kelly gripped his bare cock and aimed it at her cunt as she straddled him.
This was a woman too far gone.
She sank down a little, guiding it between her feminine lips. Then she let go, knowing it would sink home, and dropped her pussy onto his cock.
She moaned, he groaned, and I think everyone of us made some kind of sound. Dwane had just sprayed cum all over her tits less than an hour before, so he should have been the least desperate. I could see how much Huan wanted to bury his own cock in Kelly, but he deferred of course. And me? I’d been two days tormented with lustful thoughts of fucking my pretty wife, but due to my own collusion, could not. My erection was more than fierce, it was painful and frustrating and obsessed with my sexy wife suddenly rampant before me.