by Jason Lenov
I was still speechless. Every time she looked at me I couldn't stop staring at her wide eyes, the shape her mouth made, or how flushed her cheeks looked.
Rick came to the rescue. "Come on baby," he whispered, putting his finger on her chin and turning her head to face him again. "You don't worry about him. He's fine."
Who knew comforting reassurance meant for one person could make someone else feel so bad and good at the same time. He was owning her. He wasn't just about to fuck her, he was taking her for himself, telling her what to do and how to act.
Her obeying him made it incredibly hot.
Rick put his hand on the back of her head and brought her mouth closer to the head of his cock.
My heart punched the inside of my rib cage with a thud.
Jess's lips were just a fraction of an inch away, her mouth open, her eyes wide and staring at the swelling, purple head. A clear bead of saliva formed at the corner of her mouth, pooled, then dripped down, trickling onto his cock.
Pulling her down, Rick made her take his cock into her mouth.
Nothing had ever come close to the feeling of watching my wife take another man's cock into her mouth.
I saw something change about Jess in that moment. As Rick forced his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, I saw a different side of her emerge. A hungry side. She didn't push back or try to take it slow. She looked she wanted to gobble that cock up.
Opening her throat she was able to take about half of him into her mouth before I heard her gag.
That sloppy, guttural sound made me throb. What a filthy thing to get turned on by, too! My wife was gagging on another cock and it was making me hard as fuck.
Rick's hips started moving back and forth as he started to fuck her mouth. I mean actually fuck her mouth. This was no longer Jess giving him a blow job. This was Rick using her mouth like it was her cunt.
She lasted a good few minutes before she had to come up for air. She gave him a tap on the thigh.
Instead of pulling out right away, he drove his shaft a little deeper into her, held himself there, then pulled out really fast.
Jess gagged again, her stomach tightening as she doubled over. She didn't throw up. As the head of Rick's cock came out of her mouth, a long strand of bile and drool clung between the tip and her lip. Her mascara had started to run a bit, making her look like she was crying.
To be honest, it looked pretty rough but hot, too.
"Alright baby, that's enough of that," Rick said. He reached down with both hands and gave her nipples another stiff twist which made her shriek.
I was pretty shocked by that. I'd certainly never treated her that roughly. I liked to think of myself as a considerate lover, not the kind of alpha jerk that would do whatever the fuck he wanted.
Her reaction was almost more shocking, though. She seemed right into it. Instead of glaring at him or slapping him or worse, she looked up with big eyes and lips parted in a willing sort of way. Like she was asking "what next?"
Without blinking, Rick rolled her over onto her stomach, then, grabbing her hips, yanked them up until her ass was in the air and her face still on the bed.
I shook as I saw her pussy squeeze and gush a fresh squirt of juice down her leg. I was breathing hard knowing that her body was getting ready for his, getting ready to take his fat cock as deep as he could drill it in.
Rick put one knee on the bed, still standing on his other foot. He closed the distance between them with his cock in his fist. As the head of his cock touched her slick folds, he dragged it up and down her soaked slit, coating it in her fluid.
That's when she looked at me. Her eyes were wide and looked almost scared but I knew it wasn't because of his cock. The fear turned to lust and hunger as he pressed the head of his cock against her and I watched it slip past her lips into her insides.
Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, drooling greasy juice as he started to fuck his cock in and out. The wet slaps of his sack against her clit bounced around the room.
When Rick started to grunt I knew it wasn't going to be long before he shot his spunk into her cunt.
Well, I was wrong about that.
He fucked her for a little while longer alright. Long enough to make her come.
Fuck she came so hard. With Rick taking her hard and fast from behind, her finger gripped the sheets, tugging them off the corners of the mattress as her pussy clenched and clamped around his cock.
Each time he pulled out of her, her pussy would gush a fresh swell of hot juice all over him. She moaned and mewled as her body twisted through the orgasm with Rick taking her good and hard.
Then it was over for her and I was sure he was going to blow up inside her but he had other plans.
With Jess almost falling sideways, exhausted onto the bed he hauled her ass back up and yanked his cock out.
Without a second thought, Rick spat straight down, a glob of his saliva landing squarely on her tight, dark back hole.
Jess seemed to wake up. Her eyes went wide and she glanced at me.
I couldn't be sure whether she was excited or terrified.
Taking himself in hand, Rick gave the tight ring of muscle a few slaps with the head of his cock before he started stroking himself with one hand and working her open with the other.
And Jess fucking loved it. Her ass started to sway again, as if she was so proud to display herself for him.
When he shoved the tip of his thumb into her to stretch her out she even pushed back against me, showing him he could take her as deep as he wanted.
I was horny out of my mind by this point, ready to blow in my own pants. I kept my shit together, though. I wanted to feel the inside of Jess after all this was done.
Rick pulled his thumb out of her ass. Stretching her apart with both hands, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her hole again and put some weight into it.
Jess gasped, then moaned as it slipped inside.
Rick didn't need more encouragement than that. Leaning forward he started feeding inch after inch of his cock into her tight ass.
Jess groaned and grimaced and even bit the pillow at one point but didn't complain at all. She seemed intent on being a good slut and taking everything he had.
When he'd pushed the last inch of himself inside, Rick let out a low groan and started to fuck my wife again, burying his cock over and over inside her ass.
As he drilled himself into her, Jess opened her eyes and met my gaze. She looked so beautiful. She'd never been that into anal but now she looked like she was having the time of her life satisfying Rick's desires. With her face pressing into the pillow, she mouthed the words "I love you" and nearly made me blow.
Rick emitted another grunt and I knew that this was going to be it for sure. His nuts came up between his legs and his thrusts slowed down. His cock was half-way into her so I could see it flex and harden, stretching her out even more.
He came with a shout.
A moment later, hot, white cream came seeping out from between his cock and her tight ass. It ran down the inside of her thighs and began to soak the sheets.
Rick held himself inside of her, cresting the orgasm completely still, then started to fuck her again trying to chase the tail end of it down. With his cock still spewing, he pulled it out of her ass. He reached down and put a hand on her cheek to pull her close.
A cold column of disbelief made my eyes go wide.
Jess scrambled up onto all fours, still desperate to please her lover, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She knew what he wanted from her.
Rick shoved his cock back inside.
I'd never seen a filthier or hotter thing in my whole life. Jess gagged a couple of times as his dick retched the last of its load deep into her throat but didn't throw up. The semen she couldn't swallow came dripping down the corners of her mouth.
Rick grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her off. With her tongue still out, he made her lick first one side, then the other, then the top and
finally the underside of his cock until it was completely clean. Once it was, he put a finger on her chin and made her look up into his eyes. He admired her like that for a while, a big grin on his face.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stepped away from the bed and started putting on his clothes.
Neither Jess or I really knew what to do. So, she stayed on all fours, his hot spunk dripping out of her ass and mouth and I stayed sitting quietly in my chair.
Rick got dressed quickly but not rushing. He glanced over at me, shot me a smile, then looked at Jess before walking to the door. "Any time you guys want a repeat performance just let me know!" he said, chuckling before he opened the door.
And then he was gone.
The room felt empty without him and it suddenly felt like we were strangers and not husband and wife.
Jess looked over at me, still on all fours, still not knowing what to do.
I realized it was up to me to take charge. I didn't wait for an invitation. I walked over to her, mesmerized by how filthy and used she was.
She just kept staring at me, maybe trying to read my reaction. Finally, she spoke. "You like that baby?" she asked, swinging her ass slightly toward me so I could get a good look at what the jizz looked like dripping out of it up close. "You like seeing me be a filthy slut?"
That fired me up. I yanked my cock out and put my hand on her ass.
"What're you gonna do to me?" she teased, swinging her ass back and forth. "You gonna fuck me in the ass like he did?" she asked.
I didn't want any of that. I just needed to get off. I needed to feel like a husband again, like I was in charge. Sometimes you just need to own some shit, you know?
I started stroking my cock and running my other hand over her messy body.
Jess seemed to understand what I needed. "Yeah? You gonna spray it all over me? You want to come on my tits? Or you want to come on my face baby?" She had such a lewd, slutty expression on, her lips parted in a sort of snarl.
The tension built between my legs as I got ready to come. I felt super-heated, standing over her, cock in hand, touching her ass, letting my fingers run down to her wet pussy, then back up.
The wave came fast and hard.
Jess smiled, recognizing what was going on.
"Fuck!" I shouted. "I'm gonna come!"
Her smile went sly. "Yeah baby," she purred. "You cover me with that cum!"
As my mind filled with pleasure, I managed to keep my eyes open to see the first rope of hot, white cum blast across her ass. Then another, and another after that.
And as I felt the orgasm slipping away, I grabbed her chin, the same way Rick had. I didn't stuff my cock into her mouth, though.
As she opened it for me and stuck out her tongue, I stroked out one last pulse of seed and watched it sail through the air and slap down in a fine, white line across her cheek and tongue.
I finished with a groan and staggered back.
Jess started to chuckle.
I looked up.
She was covered in cum that had started to dry, his and mine.
I sank to my knees to honor this goddess I'd married.
She closed her eyes.
Our lips met.
The burning taste of sperm filled my mouth.
Chapter 17
And that was that.
Except it wasn't.
Maybe it should have been. Maybe we should have left it at that. Maybe we should have come back home, hugged and agreed to never do anything like that again.
Trouble was, we couldn't do that. I think both of us knew it, too. I certainly did.
We had sex again when we got home. Filthy, sex where I shoved my cock into her ass again, using her like she was a doll.
This time Jess didn't stare at me and beg me for my cum, though. This time she just flicked at her pussy with her fingers, her eyes squeezed shut as if she were in another world.
My mood started sinking as soon as it was over. Something didn't feel right. Even though we were there together, cuddling under the covers and getting ready to fall asleep, something was off. Not quite right.
When I tried talking about it Jess just brushed it off saying we were both tired and that a good nights sleep was all we needed. It turned out it wasn't.
That Monday morning I was getting ready to go back to work when Jess walked into the bathroom, still in her bathrobe. I looked up at her reflection in the mirror and smiled but didn't get a smile back. The look she gave me zapped my nerves. Something felt wrong.
"You okay?" I said, finishing tying my tie and turning to face her with a smile.
"Yeah," she answered. "I'm fine." She paused for a moment and her eyes drifted away. Towards the mirror, towards the floor, then towards the ceiling before coming back to mine. "Hey, so, I wanted to ask you whether you minded if I keep working?" she asked.
I guess it wasn't too strange of a question but for some reason it felt like one. We probably should have talked about it earlier, given it more time than the five minutes I had before leaving for work but there we were.
"You want to keep camming?" I asked.
"Yeah," Jess shrugged.
A silence settled between us as I mulled over the request. I wondered whether she was really asking me or whether this was just a polite nod to acknowledge that she was still my wife. If I said 'no,' would she really stop? Or would she just hide it from me?
That was the question I should have asked. I should have just forgotten about work for that morning, sat her down and had the conversation we should have had the day before, or the day before that. Why didn't I?
It almost scares me to think of why. Part of it was that I didn't want the hassle in that moment, sure. But there was a darker, more nefarious reason behind it as well.
See, I wanted to test Jess a little bit. I wanted to give her some room so she could show me that she really was still my wife. I wanted to give her a chance to prove that to me before I went asking for it.
"Sure," I said, shooting her another smile. "But maybe not with Rick?"
Was that a frown that I saw furrow her brow? It was gone before I could tell but I knew it was going to haunt me all day.
"Why not?" The question sounded casual enough, I'll give her that. I knew there was nothing casual about it, though.
She was asking me for permission to see her lover again, even if it was only online.
"I... " I paused, weighing my words and choosing them carefully. "You don't know why not?"
She started getting a little cagey at the question. Her eyes darted from side to side and I could tell she was trying to think of reasons to discount my request. It was such a relief when she looked up at me slightly defeated and nodded.
It just made me want to fuck her more, there and then on the bathroom floor. Talk about a slut! She knew exactly why I didn't want her talking to Rick and she was still looking for an excuse to do it. It was a little humiliating and a little empowering for some reason. I stepped closer and took her chin in my hand. "You know why?" I asked.
Jess, who normally would have slapped my hand away at such a dominant, commanding gesture just nodded at me again.
I couldn't help but push. "Why? Tell me."
She looked straight into my eyes. She looked tired and frayed and hungry but not for food. In fact, she looked ravenous. And she looked like she was far away. Whatever had happened between us that made me feel closer to her than ever was gone. Now she felt even farther away than before.
I had no doubt she was going to spend the day fucking herself with a dildo for other men.
"Why?" I pushed, hoping saying it again wouldn't send her over the edge.
"You don't want me fucking him," she said quietly after a while.
The smirk formed on my mouth before I could stop it. She didn't seem to care. "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Why do you think I care about him?"
"Because... because it's not business with him anymore," she admitted. "I'm not fucking him for work. Right?"
Fucking slut.
Of course you know it's right.
"Don't. Okay?" Even as I said the words I knew they were coming out wrong. They sounded all wrong, they felt all wrong in my mouth. I didn't shape them the right way. They didn't sound like a request.
They sounded like a dare.
But it was too late. My phone rang and I knew it was work and I had to go and there was no going back. Well, there could have been, if I'd just been thinking with my head instead of my cock. I wanted her to prove herself, too. I wanted her to prove her love for me.
Those two words pounded inside my head all day.
Don't. Okay? Don't. Okay?
They slammed around in there, made louder by the absence of her reply. Each time I thought about them it felt like a stake was being driven down into my gut until finally, around two in the afternoon I just couldn't take it any more.
I don't know if there's something someone could have said to me then that would have kept me at work. Probably not. As soon as I had the idea to go home I had to do it. I talked to my supervisor and told him I was sick and made sure he understood that there was no talking me out of it.
He didn't try.
Ten minutes later I was peeling out of the parking garage onto the street, my knuckles white from clenching the steering wheel.
The whole way home all I could think of was what it would mean if I found her online with Rick. What would that make her? What would that make us? Would that be what broke us? Would her being online with Rick be the thing that finally made us snap?
I'd get myself worked up at every stop light, then talk myself down as I sped down the street towards the next one. Over and over until I finally ended up at home. I didn't pull into the driveway. I stopped at the end of the street, parked the car, then snuck into one of our neighbours backyards.
It was a pretty new subdivision and barely anyone had put up fences yet so it was just a quick jog through a few backyards before I got to ours.
Like a stalker or some kind of creepy pervert voyeur I ducked down, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then climbed the steps of the patio so that I could see into our bedroom.