by Jason Lenov
The men’s eyes darted nervously between Emily and Jack.
Jack nearly laughed at how uncomfortable they all looked with him standing there. He wondered for a moment what Emily had done to coax them into playing her little game. He almost laughed again as he realized he was staring straight at the reason.
It was her. His beautiful Emily. A woman no man in their right mind could ever resist. Had she wandered out into the garden naked to make her little request? Wielding her new-found power like a weapon. The promise of sex with this gorgeous woman if they just let her husband watch?
“You cool?” Carter mumbled, shattering the silence between them. He opened his eyes and looked at Jack.
Jack didn’t take his eyes off Emily for a second. “We’re cool,” he said.
Her smile widened in a way that melted his heart.
Putting her hands on Carter’s knees, Emily stood and sauntered over to where Jack stood.
The men followed her with their stares, hands stroking their hard cocks as they each prepared for their turn.
Emily pressed her hands against Jack’s chest and leaned closer. She touched his lips with hers.
He yielded to her, letting her stuff her tongue into his mouth and sweep against his. The dank stench of Carter’s cum sizzled in his nostrils.
She pulled away and looked into his eyes with a glint in hers. “I made love to him today,” she said.
Jack groaned at the delicious way her admission made his gut wrench and twist.
“You ready for this?” she whispered, her soft breath warm on his cheek. Her hand rose between Jack’s legs, fingers wrapping around his stiff cock and squeezing. Emily giggled and her head rolled back toward her shoulders. “Seems like you are,” she said. Brushing her fingers against his cheek, she turned and walked toward Diego who was sitting on the couch fondling his stiff prick.
He had nothing on Carter but it was a fat hose of a thing. An ugly tool built for a beautiful purpose.
When she reached him, Emily turned to face Jack. She spread her legs and shuffled backwards, shoving her ass into Diego’s face. Her tits sagged and swayed beneath her chest. She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at Diego. “Eat,” she ordered.
Jack gasped again. It was like seeing Emily for the first time again. Her transformation was complete. The husk of uptight suburban princess had been shed and a new woman had emerged. A woman who understood the power she could wield over men and was not afraid to use it for her husband’s pleasure.
At first Diego pressed back into the couch, resisting the order to lick the ass presented for him.
Jack saw the moment he realized how helpless he was in the face of Emily’s appeal.
Diego’s eyes darted from the tight ring of muscle of her sphincter, to the sloppy folds of her drenched sex. His hands rose to her ass cheeks and stretched them apart. He flicked out his tongue and swiped at her bottom hole. His eyes filled with hunger. Sealing his lips around her sphincter, he began his feast.
Emily’s eyes narrowed as she turned to stare at Jack again. They closed as she raised her hands to her breasts and squeezed them, tugging at her nipples and moaning at the pleasure radiating from her ass hole. “Put it in. Fuck my ass with your tongue,” she barked at Diego.
Diego’s cock jumped in his lap. He paused, then the muscles in his jaw stretched as he began stuffing his tongue into Emily’s ass.
Emily groaned. She kneaded her breasts. Her eyes fluttered open. Raising a finger, she crooked it, beckoning Jack to her.
Each step toward his wife felt lighter than the last. When he came to stand before her she grabbed his tie and yanked it, sending him to his knees. Pressing a palm against each cheek she tilted his head and kissed him again, the taste of Carter’s seed still potent on her tongue.
She bit his lip, then released it. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Jack raised a shaking hand between her legs. He touched Diego’s jaw with the tips of his fingers before gliding down her slit and finding her clit.
Emily moaned and reached to cup his hand. “Rub it,” she begged. “Make me come.”
Jack’s fingers began spinning, circling the throbbing bud of nerves. He felt the tension rising in her body as he fingered her clit.
Emily’s moans grew louder. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself, trailing kisses along his neck, then across his cheeks before finding his lips with her own again.
Jack’s cock flexed to an impossible stiffness between his legs. He looked into his wife’s eyes, awed by the confidence and power he saw there.
When her legs began to tremble she sank her nails into his shoulders, approaching her moment.
Though his hand was sore, Jack did not relent. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than his Emily commanding two men to make her come. A woman who understood herself was a terrifying thing. He was humbled to be called her husband.
Emily shrieked as the first burst of pleasure rushed through her. A slopping wet sound burst from her core. Jack pulled away from their kiss to see a stream of clear fluid gush from her pussy and onto Diego’s lap, coating his cock with slick.
Emily shuddered as her body emitted another squirt of juice.
Jack thought he might pop in his pants just from watching the lewd scene.
With a final cry, Emily leaned forward, pulling her ass away from Diego’s mouth.
Jack caught a glimpse of the man over her shoulder. His mouth was covered in his own saliva and a dribble of Emily’s spurt clung to his chin. His hand fell to his lap, wrapped around his cock and started to stroke.
Emily reached down and swatted it away. She locked eyes with Jack. “I’m going to fuck him now, sweetheart,” she whispered softly.
Jack nodded, hypnotized by her soft voice and incredibly aroused by the casual announcement. He made to shuffle back but Emily grabbed his tie.
“No,” she said. “You stay right there. I want you to watch up close. So you can see when he comes inside me, okay?”
Jack nodded.
Emily bent her knees, crouching over Diego’s lap, her hand gripping his stiff prick and pointing the head of it at her dripping cunt. She glanced down between her legs, admiring the thick member before looking up at Jack again. She put a hand on the side of his head, her fingers playing with his hair.
As she crouched lower her pussy lips parted and swallowed the head of Diego’s uncut prick. She drew in a sharp breath.
A thousand tiny knives of angsty, slightly jealous pleasure, cut through Jack. His eyes fell to her midriff and he watched as she impaled herself on Diego’s rigid pole.
Emily touched her chin with a finger and tilted his head back. “Up here,” she said. “Look at me.”
Jack trembled as he gazed at her loving expression. Once uptight wife turned greedy vixen. Angelic saint to whore.
As Emily settled her ass on Diego’s lap his hand shot up, then sharply down in a hard slap. She gasped. Lifting her hips she brought them slamming back down, digging his root into her pussy and grunting at the way it stretched her.
A second later she rose again, then smashed down on him, reaching between his legs with one hand and gripping his tender sack. “Fuck,” she grunted, her ass rising and falling in a steady rhythm, “fuck it into me. I want that fucking seed!” she seethed.
Diego groaned behind her. His hands were on her ass lifting it then letting it fall, his hips jerking up in sharp thrusts to drive his cock as deep into her as he could.
Emily grabbed Jack by the chin. “Oh fuck, baby,” she mewled. “I’m gonna’ come again.”
Jack froze, his eyes locked on hers.
Emily shook her head. “I’m gonna’ come, baby,” she whimpered, “and he’s gonna’ come, too. He’s gonna’ fuck all that cum he has into me. Are you ready? Are you ready, baby? Right into my bare pussy. Fuck, baby, what if he breeds me?”
“Huh?” Diego grunted. His back straightened as he tried to get Emily’s attention. “What the fuck?” he muttered. “Yo
u not on any fucking pill?”
As Emily stared into Jack’s eyes, her rump still humping Diego’s swelling cock, a smile crept across her lips. She winked. Her grip tightened on his balls. “You want me to stop, Diego?” she asked innocently.
Thump, thump, thump.
A look of terror twisted across Diego’s expression.
Jack saw how torn the poor man was. His cock was throbbing, charged and ready to drain into Emily’s suckling twat. His mind was still putting up a fight, no doubt screaming at him that this was crazy. Imploring his body to listen to reason and pull his muscle out of that tight hole.
But nature was not so easily swayed. Not with Emily at the helm. Her thumping slowed, teasing poor Diego with the possibility that he might not be allowed to finish the way in her after all. “You want me to stop?” she echoed, then giggled.
Diego strained.
Jack saw the moment that he broke, his mind crumbling in humble supplication at the altar of his most base need. His hips shot up off the couch, cock plunging up so deep in Emily it brought her to her toes.
Her insidious cackling faded as she turned to look at Jack again, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Her eyelids fluttered. A breath burst out of her and once again her legs began to shake.
Diego let out a tight groan.
Jack’s eyes fell to where Emily was holding Diego’s balls. Just above the heavy sack he saw the root of Diego’s muscle pulsing. Pumping like a highball fire hose, contained only by the tight walls of Emily’s flesh. He marvelled at seeing the precise moment of delivery, the planting of potent seed into a fertile womb. His heart swelled at her acceptance of it.
Emily screamed. Her pussy clamped down on Diego’s meat, then released, then crushed around it again. The soft petals of her sacred flower suckled at him, drank his gift. Pleasure seared through her and her nails sank deeper into Jack’s flesh.
It ended as suddenly as it had began.
Emily burst into near-maniacal laughter.
Diego squirmed and fumbled, pushing her ass away from him, causing her to stumble forward over Jack. His cock fell from her, already deflating.
A pulse of his creamy brine gushed out of her slit and onto Jack’s pants.
Diego scrambled to the side, got up on one knee and jumped up off the couch. Stuffing his cock into his pants, he staggered back toward the wall. “You crazy puta!” he shouted.
“Hey!” Carter barked.
Diego wasn’t cowed. His chin jutted forward in defiance of his boss. “Why you no tell me this crazy bitch not on no pill?!?” he shouted.
The smile faded from Emily’s lips. She turned to Diego, dipped a hand between her legs and swiped and before he could react, smeared a thick streak of his semen across his cheek. Then she stepped up so her face was no more than an inch from his. “What are you going to do about it?” she growled.
Diego’s eyes went wide. He shook his head and took a step back. “You fucking crazy,” he whispered. He nearly tripped over a chair as he staggered toward the hall. “Fuck you!” he shouted. “Fuck all of you!”
The door slammed so hard behind him it shook the house.
Jack turned to look at Carter who was sitting as stoic as ever in the chair.
Carter shrugged.
Emily turned to eye the two men sitting on the couch. Her smile returned. “Who’s going to try and pull out next?” she said.
Chapter Twenty
Emily could still feel Diego oozing out of her. Her whole body seemed to be throbbing with a hungry need. She eyed the two guys on the couch, trying to decide which one would be more fun to fuck with.
The decision was made for her.
The smaller one scrambled up, tucking his dick back into his shorts and made his way around the room with his back to the wall shaking his head. “Sorry boss,” he muttered, staring down at the ground. “This shit’s too fucked for me.” He followed Diego out the door.
Emily turned to look at the last guy. She glanced at Carter.
His cock was stiff again.
Her pussy clenched as she thought of going over to ride him instead. But there’d be time for that later. When it was just her and Jack and Carter she’d take him for one last spin while Jack watched. Right now there was more fun to be had. “What do you say, cowboy?” she said, sauntering over to where the guy was sitting. “What’s your name?”
She saw his eyes dart down to her defiled sex. They lingered there for too long and she knew he was hers. Caught in the honey trap she’d set and helpless to resist. A thrill rushed through her at her newfound powers.
Glancing over her shoulder she saw Jack was still kneeling where she’d left him. She’d put on one more show for her loving man. The way he’d looked at her as Diego had unloaded his sperm inside her pussy had driven her wild.
Swinging a leg up over the guy’s lap, she fell onto her knees on the couch.
His cock was sticking straight up between her legs.
Pressing her filthy slit against it, she slid back and forth and purred at the way it jerked and twitched against her sex. “I asked you your name,” she murmured.
“Kevin,” the guy whispered.
Emily chuckled. Didn’t look like a Kevin. Had nice, broad shoulders and thick, too. She ran her fingers over his chest. A hard wall of muscle. She couldn’t wait to bend and twist it to her will. “Kevin,” she repeated. “What do you think? The secret’s out. My pussy’s bare. I’m not on anything. You think you can pull out before you pop? Or are you going to risk shooting that baby batter up inside me, hmm?” She ran a finger along his chin.
For a moment the shadow of the former Emily she’d been loomed over her. You filthy, crazy bitch! it screamed. Emily just laughed at it. She felt drunk. Drunk on discovering this need living within her that she could use to make men do whatever she pleased.
She looked back at Jack. How he’d changed. He looked…stronger, even on his knees. She knew her discovery would change them. But she wasn’t scared of that anymore. Everything changed eventually, didn’t it? Nothing stayed the same. They would find their way through this together.
She turned back to Kevin. “Well? Make a decision?” She rolled her hips, slathering his cock with her leaky slit. She giggled when she felt a tremor rush through Kevin. Arching her back, she found the head of his cock with her pussy and lowered herself onto the first half-inch.
Kevin looked simultaneously terrified and elated.
Emily took another half-inch inside herself. “You like that, Kevin?” she cooed. She glanced over her shoulder at Jack. He looked mesmerized.
“Oh fuck,” Kevin whimpered as she sank his prick deeper into her squishy hole.
She squeezed the muscles in her pussy. “You feel goooood, Kevin,” she purred.
“Aw fuck,” Kevin grunted. Slapping his hands onto her ass, he yanked her down, burying his cock inside her cunt.
“Mm,” Emily moaned. As Kevin started rutting into her she rocked back and forth on his lap. Something was missing. Cupping her tit with a hand she leaned forward and mashed the nipple against his lips. “Suck!” she hissed.
Kevin complied instantly. He gobbled the stiff pink bud greedily into his hungry mouth and started sucking.
Tendrils of pleasure shot through Emily as he nipped and sucked her teat. Her pussy flexed around his meat. She squealed as he bit down harder, started riding him for serious. She felt the heat build between her legs.
She couldn’t resist a glance back at Jack.
He’d taken out his cock and was jerking it furiously as he stared at them.
Emily pouted at him. “No,” she mouthed and shook her head.
Jack grimaced but released his choke-hold and sank down into a chair.
Emily put a hand up on her head and played with her hair. She could feel the three men’s stares, all on her. Watching her as she rode toward another blistering orgasm. Their attention was like the warm sun on her bare skin. It sent a shiver racing up her spine and made her skin prickle. She closed
her eyes and revelled in the sensation.
When she opened them and looked back down at Kevin again she could tell he was close. A vein was throbbing on his forehead and he’d let her nipple fall out his mouth and was now staring at the way her stomach swayed over top him.
His eyes darted up to hers. His cock went rigid. He was on the edge. “Alright, alright, alright,” Kevin panted, dredging up the courage that he needed.
Through the hot sensation closing around her Emily almost felt sorry for him. He was helpless. He just didn’t know it yet. She pressed a finger against his lips. “Shh,” she said. “It’s okay.”
His eyes shot open wider. He looked up at her. “Alright. I gotta’…you’ve gotta…I’m gonna’ fucking…”
Emily closed his eyes and rolled her hips even harder over him. “All you’ve gotta’ do is breed me, baby,” she whispered. A smile flickered across her lips. She could have sworn she heard the pop that came with Kevin’s resolve breaking.
He roared beneath her, hips bucking up, driving his dick deep into her pussy as it started to spit and retch into her.
Emily basked in the wicked pleasure lacing through the heat inside her. The orgasm that had seemed so close whisked away. But as she opened her eyes and watched Kevin’s panicked expression, Emily almost preferred being able to enjoy her own depravity with a sober mind.
Kevin winced and grimaced his way through the rolling waves of his own climax. His sticky emission dripped out between his cock and the lips of her pussy. When his crisis had passed, he deflated, sinking into the couch like a limp fish. “Oh god,” he moaned. “Oh god, oh god, what the fuck did I just do?”
Emily pulled her pussy off his slackening cock with a wet slurp. She caressed his cheek. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she soothed. “It’s only natural. You can’t fight nature,” she said, shaking her head. She heard Jack groan in the corner and knew he was taking as much pleasure from this as she.
She turned to look at Carter. His cock was stiff in his lap. Emily couldn’t wait for it. She glanced at Kevin. “You should go,” she said, nodding at him. “We’ve got some business we need to take care of here.”