by Jason Lenov
Shoving my fingers in deeper made her emit a pleased moan. I pulled them out to find them covered in cum. A rivulet of it ran out of her. Clinging to the nylon it rolled down the inside of her thigh.
I looked up to see her staring down at me, still smiling and satisfied.
"Come on," she whispered, taking my hand and helping me up to my feet. "I want you to feel what it's like to put your cock inside me when I've just been fucked."
My blood was boiling in my veins I was so fucking turned on.
Jess. My sweet Jess had turned into a filthy slut.
Nothing had ever turned me on as much.
When we got to the bedroom she started undressing me slowly. Her fingers played with the buttons of my shirt, untucking each one. When she'd finished she ran her hands up my chest and pushed the shirt off.
She tugged my belt open staring into my eyes and let my pants fall to the floor.
I grunted as her hand slipped into my underwear and her fingers wrapped around my stiff cock.
That made her smile.
"Let me see if I can't take care of that for you," she said. Sinking down onto her knees, she pulled my boxers off and took my cock into her mouth.
The sweet warm wetness of the inside of her mouth seared up my spine. I ran my fingers through her hair then tightened them as she started to suck. I could already feel seed seeping into my shaft getting ready to spew.
That flawless pleasure only lasted for a moment.
Suddenly my mind was invaded by the memory of what she'd just done. She'd just gone out and fucked another guy. She'd gone out and fucked another guy and let him come inside her.
I looked down.
Jess was hard at work. Her head was bobbing back and forth. Her lips were tight around my cock and she was flicking the underside of it with her tongue but every once in a while she'd lose her grip with her mouth resulting in a noisy slurp.
Filthy. She was a filthy whore. Even with me she was behaving like one. Like someone had flipped a switch inside her and now she couldn't get enough of sex.
What the fuck had I done?
As my climax started to build I knew I couldn't let things end this way. I wanted to know what she looked like with another man's cum inside her. More importantly, I wanted to feel what that was like.
I was scared as shit that it was going to ruin everything between us but I didn't care. I needed to know. I needed to feel the inside of her after she'd been used like that.
"Stand up baby," I whispered, trying to pull her up.
For some reason, maybe it turned her on that I was dragging her by the hair, some primal caveman thing, she just started sucking me harder.
"Fuck Jess, don't! I don't want to come yet!" I gave her hair another yank.
Her hand shot up between my legs, cupping my nuts.
I let out a grunt. No. No! I didn't want it to end like this! This was all going to be different after I came and I didn't want to finish like that. I finally just stepped back and my cock bounced out of her mouth with a wet slopping sound.
Jess looked up. Her eyes were filled with lust and she looked wild, her hair even more mussed up.
I knew I had to take charge or she'd try to start sucking me again. I grabbed her by the arms, stood her up and walked her over to the bed. Her top peeled off easily as she raised her arms. I yanked off her bra, enjoying the sight of her petite tits falling out.
Then I jerked the skirt down, along with the nylons and pushed her back onto the bed. As she fell down with a bounce, I pulled them off her feet so she was completely naked.
"Easy does it, bossy!" Jess giggled.
Her thighs were pressed together as if she had somehow become suddenly more modest.
They were easy enough to pry apart.
As my gaze settled on her swollen pussy, the normally clean and even folds spread and messy like sheets on an unmade bed, my cock swelled. I crawled onto the bed and pushed my shoulders between her thighs.
"Scott!" she shrieked, the first outburst that sounded like the Jess I knew. My Jess.
I didn't say anything. Just pressed ahead, spreading her legs until I was an inch or two away from her pussy, my nostrils flaring as I breathed in the acrid stench of cum and sweat.
If there's a sweeter place to be in the world I have yet to find it.
Jess worked her way up onto her elbows on the bed, staring down her body at me. It was an intense look that bored into the deepest part of me.
I glanced down again as I pried her pussy lips apart with a finger. Another dribble of cum drooled out of her puss.
I don't know what got into me. I couldn't resist. There was something so... animal about what we were doing that I just... I don't know. I couldn't resist.
I leaned even closer and closed my eyes. The sharp taste of cum spread through my mouth.
Jess gasped and whispered "Scott!"
My eyes popped open.
She was staring at me like this, this of all things was the most lewd and taboo thing I could have done.
I slurped up the glob of cum that had rolled onto my tongue and swallowed it down.
"Oh my God!"
Jess' groan had me clambering up her body. As I crawled up past her tits I slurped each of her nipples into my mouth and gave it a tug, making her back arch beneath me.
My cock was throbbing and hard. I shuddered as I pressed the head of it against her used cunt. As her hands swept down my body and grabbed my ass, I shoved myself inside her with a hungry thrust.
The last of the cream deep inside her coated my cock and came seeping out between my hard flesh and her soft lips.
As I fucked her hard and fast all I could think of was that not too long ago another man's cock had been buried inside her. Not too long ago she'd been lying, probably in the same position she was in now with her back arched and her legs splayed and some stranger had been fucking her the way I was now.
The urge to come swept over me and I just managed to bite it back.
I turned away and looked down her body, hoping to stretch out my pleasure for just a little while longer. I caught sight of her foot and calf, flailing in the air with each of my thrusts.
The heat from her pussy came spewing out around my stiff cock as she started to come. "Fuck Scott, fuck!" she screamed.
Her pussy clamped down.
I roared as my the wave of orgasm crashed over both of us.
It was the hottest moment of my life.
Chapter 20
And Jess didn't stop there. Not that I asked her to, mind you.
I'd discovered something about myself. Well, a couple things, really. I'd discovered that the jealousy of my wife being with another man won't kill me like I always thought it would.
Not that I was really that much of the jealous type but if you'd asked me a few months before whether I'd go for an arrangement like the one we'd hammered out I would have laughed my ass off.
My wife going off to be a prostitute while I went to work?
Nope. Never would have gone for that.
It was the way we'd eased into it that had made it easier than I'd thought.
The other thing I'd discovered was that not only was I not that jealous, I really, really liked the idea of Jess with other men.
It got to the point where I couldn't stop thinking about it. Well, the way our life went didn't really help.
So Jess basically found out that you could make a lot more money being a call-girl than you could being a camgirl.
That first night, the night she came home with the other guy's cum in her underwear? She made five hundred bucks. And that was just a random guy who she let slip which city she lived in.
So we talked about it.
I didn't know what the hell to think at first. I mean, her going out on a limb and surprising me with it had been one thing but to turn it into a steady thing? To turn it into her job? That was getting a little intense.
She brought it up a few days later and man, she had really done her h
omework. She found an agency that would take her and did 50-50 so she was getting the half the cut and the rates were fucking incredible.
She also seemed really, really into it.
That part worried me a bit. How could it not? We had a great relationship but there were obviously questions that were going to come up about this.
Would it come between us?
If she started fucking all these other guys, would it do something to our sex life? The camming thing had gone alright but this was totally different.
There was something else, too. I was not going to be a part of any of this. So far it had been us playing at this thing together. Even when she was camming it had been kind of mutual, at least I could watch if I wanted to, right?
I didn't bring this up right away, just kept it tucked inside because I didn't want to be a spoil sport or come of as too jealous but also I thought it wasn't a big deal.
I thought I could do it too. It wasn't until what was going to be her first day of work that it started to turn a little sour.
"What's wrong?" Jess asked.
She looked spectacular. The agency had called the night before and told her she was going to get her first client the next day. Red heels, her "little red dress" and a thin gold chain around her neck.
I wondered if she'd ever dressed for me like that? I sighed. "Nothing," I replied, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine. You look... you look amazing."
Jess strutted across the room, because that was the only way she could walk in those heels, and took my hand. "Okay, seriously. I know something's wrong. You're not yourself now what's up?"
I sighed. "This... I don't want you thinking that this is some big deal, okay?"
Jess smirked and ran her fingers along my chin.
"It's just... I'm totally up for you doing this it just feels like... it's not as... it's not as much about us any more, you know?"
Jess didn't miss a beat. She smiled, leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "You know I thought this might be a problem," she said quietly.
"You did?"
"I did. I just kind of had a feeling about it. So I asked my guy if he'd come by tonight."
A shiver ran through me. Her guy? I didn't know she had a a guy.
Jess laughed, probably sensing my apprehension. "Don't worry. It's just the guy I went to see that first night, remember?"
Of course I remembered but... "What does that have to do with what I just said?" I asked.
Jess trailed a finger down the front of my shirt. "I thought that if you had something to look forward to, something that was about us, maybe knowing I was out fucking another guy while you were at work wouldn't sting so bad?"
I don't know what was hotter. The fact that she'd arranged for a guy to come over so I could watch her get fucked that night, or the fact that she seemed to know exactly how much thinking about her with someone else stung!
I sat there shell-shocked for a while, not knowing what to say.
Jess burst into laughter. "Well? Did I guess right?"
She sure had. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. I stayed there close to her, not wanting to let go of her warmth or her smell. The thought that someone else was going to be enjoying those two things soon made me shudder.
"Okay babe," she whispered, pushing me away gently. "I've got to get going or I'm going to be late. So do you!"
That day was hell. I was tearing my hair out almost more than I had the day I had to come home. Except now there wasn't anywhere to go. I had no idea where she was or who she was with. All I knew was that she was a working girl now and I had to deal with that.
It felt like the evening would never come.
When it did I raced home and burst through the door. Panic gripped my chest as I stumbled into the living room from the hall to find Jess on the couch, tangled in the arms of a big, black guy sitting next to her.
They didn't notice me for a second, frazzled and out of breath as I was. It was long enough for me to see his pink tongue touching hers a second before he plunged it into her mouth.
Jess opened her eyes and noticed I was there. Pushing her... friend away, she got up and walked over to where I was standing.
Even though I couldn't stop staring at him, couldn't really bring myself to believe that she had brought someone home with her, into our home, to fuck, she seemed like she couldn't be bothered any less.
"Hey Scott," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.
The faint smell of man was lingering on her clothes and in her hair.
"Did you have a good day?"
My body started to hum. What was so hot about that was that it felt like Jess was taking control again. Even though she'd been out fucking someone all day and now had dragged... whoever this guy was, back to our house so I could watch them fuck, she was acting like it was no big deal. Like this was just another day.
I don't know why it turned me on so much but it did. Hot as fuck.
"Hey," she said, squeezing my hand. "You still in there?"
I looked into her smiling eyes as she giggled. "Yeah," I answered. "I'm... I'm right here."
"You gonna tell me how your day was then?" she asked.
"I... all I could think of was you."
Jess smiled a little wider and bit her lower lip. "Oh yeah?" she purred. "And what were you thinking about?"
"I... I was thinking about... did you do it? Did you... did you?"
Jess grinned and her eyes went sly. "What's a matter? Can't say it?" she asked.
"I... I... " I really couldn't.
"Did I fuck another guy for money?" she whispered.
It sent another jealous, lusty shiver racing through me. "Yes."
"I sure did. Oh Scott, he fucked me so long and hard," she said, gazing into my eyes.
My vision tunnelled and my ears started to ring. A part of me couldn't believe this was really happening. I did my best to ignore that part and focus on the ache in my cock.
Jess noticed it too. Her hand drifted down, the tips of her fingers grazing the head of my shaft through my pants.
Her touch made me lurch.
"Well," she said quietly, playing the sultry seductress. "I have another surprise for you. He's right behind me on the couch. You still want to see that?"
I looked over her shoulder and sucked in a breath at the sight of the big black guy. Was this the guy? Was this the guy who she'd let cum inside her?
As if she'd read my thoughts, Jess replied, "It's him."
Holy fuck.
"Come on," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me towards the stairs. "Let's go to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable there."
I looked over my shoulder to see the guy stand up from the couch and start to follow us. He was well built with broad shoulders and thick thighs.
I shuddered at the thought that those thighs had already spread Jess' legs apart. I wondered if he had a big cock. It seemed like I was about to find out.
As we walked into the room Jess walked me over to the chair in the corner of it. She sat me down, pressing her hand against my chest, then pulled her t-shirt off.
I gasped at the sight of her naked tits. She must have changed after getting home from "work." I wondered if she'd already fucked this guy once. It didn't seem like she had.
Wiggling out of her yoga pants, she left them, along with her panties in a pile on the floor and turned around.
Behind her the guy, she hadn't even told me his name, had taken his clothes off too and was standing by the bed waiting for her.
My eyes popped open as they roamed down his muscular body and stopped at his cock.
So, I've never been the kind of guy who gets jealous about cock size, or whatever, but I have to say the sight of this guy's half-hard dick filled me with a certain dread.
The guy was seriously hung. His cock had to be a good ten inches and it wasn't even fully erect. My mind went immediately to the question of how Jess could ever possibly satisfied with a guy like me who was maybe six inches fully
erect, after she'd had a guy like that?
Adrenaline shot through me as I watched her ass swaying slowly from side to side, then saw her stop in front of him.
His big, black paw swung around her body and settled at the small of her back, just above her ass.
My cock throbbed in my lap.
Jess looked over her shoulder and shot me a sultry glance as her dark lover leaned forward and pressed his thick lips against her pale neck.
His hand slid lower, cupping the curve of her ass. He gave her flesh a squeeze then pushed his hand deeper between her legs.
Without a word, Jess sank slowly to her knees.
My heart was racing as I watched, wondering if this is how it had gone the night she'd fucked him, the night he filled her pussy up with cum.
Seeing her slender fingers twist around his dark shaft sent another adrenaline filled pulse pounding through my veins.
She opened her pretty mouth and slipped the head of his cock onto her tongue. She started bobbing on him the same way she had on me. He even grabbed her hair with a fist to guide her along his dick.
All I could do was sit and watch, my cock throbbing, painfully in need of release.
As his fist tightened in her hair, he started really ramming his cock deep into her throat.
With each bob along his pole, Jess' mouth would emit a guttural, throaty gag as he fucked himself into her throat.
It was such a potent aphrodisiac, watching my wife's mouth get used like that.
After a few more minutes of this, Jess tapped his muscular thigh and he let go of her hair. She fell off of his cock gasping and panting for air.
He was such a big guy that it was no trouble for him to lift her up off her knees and lie her down on the bed. He set her down gently but her tits still shook as she bounced up and down on the mattress. He knelt down in front of the bed, hooked his hands on her thighs and tugged her towards the edge.
Anticipating his mouth, her legs splayed revealing her glistening puss, soaked from sucking such a thick, black cock.
He pressed his lips against her pussy the same way he'd kissed her neck.
Jess moaned as he flicked his tongue out and ran it up and down the petals of her soft sex.