It sounds muffled because she is facing away from me and is also breathless from being pounded so hard, but I can clearly hear what she’s saying. And her words make me smile, her tone makes me laugh, and her pitch makes my cock flex once more from the reassurance that no matter how wild our experiences get, she will never forget that this is about the two of us and no one else.
“Parker,” my Cynthia says in that thick, husky voice. “The only reason your cock is inside me right now is because my husband and I have allowed it. So if you want to finish inside me, you will obey my husband. Right now, Parker. Right FUCKING now.”
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With a shout Parker stops his bouncing and thrusting, and I can see that he is pissed. But to his credit he has indeed stopped, when in truth he could have kept fucking away and simply ignored Cynthia and me. It is a great feeling to see that even though the scene is so out of control in a way, it is still in control, in OUR control. Anyone watching would call what we’re doing sick and depraved, twisted, filthy, maybe even evil! But no one can deny that there is respect and consent all around the room, passion that is equally distributed, pleasure that is being shared and enjoyed by all. This is special. We are special.
SHE is special.
And so I watch with a full heart and a throbbing cock as Marcos walks to my wife, who is still wrapped around Parker’s hips, the black man’s hands under her thick white thighs, spreading her fully, exposing the shiny dark pucker of her asshole.
“Oh, Cynthia,” Marcos says as he pulls on his cock one last time and then lines the bulging red tip up against her opening. “Oh, fuck, thank you, Cynthia.”
And with a groan he slides his cock inside, and I watch as Cynthia tenses up, her head rolling back as she gasps and then sighs, slowly moving as Marcos pushes his thick shaft in all the way.
“Shit, that feels good,” she whispers, and I smile as I see her wrap her arms tighter around Parker’s upper back and neck as she prepares for Marcos to explode inside her.
Marcos comes without delay, and in fact it is so quick that I almost don’t realize he is coming until I see his ass tense up as he thrusts hard and holds his position on tiptoes, muttering something as he grabs my wife’s hair and starts to feverishly kiss her neck.
“Oh, that’s wet,” Cynthia says as Marcos pours his load into her. “Nice and hot too.”
She is teasing, my wicked wife, and I see Parker smile now as he starts to slowly move Cynthia up and down on his cock again.
Marcos is still inside my wife’s ass, and he seems to have no intention of pulling out even though he has clearly shot his load into her already. Still, he seems to be hard enough to keep fucking her, so now I watch with wide eyes as Parker starts to fuck my wife again while Marcos desperately tries to keep his cock inside her asshole.
It is another strange sight, watching the shorter Marcos move up and down as the powerful Parker bounces Cynthia on his erection, and it goes on for several minutes until it is finally too much for Marcos.
He pulls out and staggers back, and I just shout out in ecstasy as I see a thick trail of semen follow his swollen cock out of my wife’s asshole. Cynthia herself is yelping again, louder now, almost screaming as I once again catch sight of Parker’s pole of a cock sliding in and out of her from beneath and behind.
Parker’s teeth are clenched and he is grunting, and I realize they are both very close, perhaps so close that they will come together. Parker, you lucky dog. Enjoy it while you can. This only rolls around once in a lifetime. This woman only comes around once in a lifetime.
And as I smile in happiness, reminding myself that I am the one who gets to go home with her, cuddle in our warm bed with her, smell her in the morning, fuck her in the afternoon . . . yes, as I remind myself of our wonderful life as a married couple, Parker tenses up, SCREAMS in ecstasy, and then comes deep inside my wife’s cunt.
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His orgasm is primal, loud, and explosive, and I can see that Cynthia is almost delirious with the feeling of Parker exploding inside her. She is whimpering and yelping, and I honestly cannot tell if she is coming or not. In some ways, I think she is so far gone, this evening has been so extreme, that even SHE may not know if she’s coming right now!
Finally Parker staggers over to the table once more and puts my wife down. His cock is still inside her, and I watch with watering eyes as he slowly slides it out. For a moment Cynthia’s dark pussy lips retain their stretched-out shape, and I watch in amazement as I can almost see inside her, the erotic darkness of her magnificent depths momentarily lit up with the light reflecting off Parker’s semen that is already starting to ooze out.
Not just Parker’s semen, I realize as I see Cynthia look at me and smile. Anders and Jack came in her pussy too, and then Marcos inside her rear. Oh, my fucking LORD there are four different men’s cum inside her now! This is too much. Just too FUCKING much!
Cynthia is looking at my throbbing erect cock now, and she smiles again as she slowly slides her wet, naked ass off the table and walks over to me, the last man standing, the only one who hasn’t come yet.
Or maybe not, I think as Cynthia gets close. Over the past year Cynthia and I have become so close both physically and mentally that it’s almost scary how much we can sense about each other. And right now, as I watch my wife pinch her dark red nipples as she walks like a goddess towards me, I sense something that makes my cock move up and down in furious ecstasy.
Oh, God, I think. She hasn’t come yet. She held on. She held on. She held on for me.
For me.
And she nods even though I never asked the question, and I look up into her eyes as she slowly and carefully straddles me as I sit tied up in this chair.
Yes, I think as I look into her eyes and groan as my rock-hard cock slides easily into her wet, soaking cunt that is hot and sticky with the fluids of other men but is still all mine, all mine, all MINE!
“I love you,” she whispers as she puts her weight on me, taking my erection all the way inside. “I love you, babe.”
And I nod and mumble as I bury my face in her tits, take in her familiar smell, and hold back the strangest feeling of wanting to cry with joy as I feel my wife’s orgasm roll in with a shudder even as I silently blast my load straight up into her depths.
24
Cynthia does not go in to work the next day. She will never go into that office again. Technically she will end up resigning, but it was a done deal anyway.
Last night we slept well, in each other’s arms, both of us warm and satisfied after taking a hot bath together. We barely spoke on the way home, both of us holding hands in the back of the taxi. And today we have barely said a word to one another, even though it is almost two in the afternoon.
Usually after our sessions the next day is hot and heavy, but there is a wonderful stillness in our shared mood today. I think at some level we aren’t prepared to talk about—or even THINK about—how intense, extreme, and over-the-top last night was, what it means for us going forward.
Of course, by that I don’t mean what it means for our MARRIAGE going forward. Cynthia and I have already crossed that hurdle, that point where we know our marriage is stronger than it’s ever been, that in some sick way each new man brings the two of us closer by reminding us that we are independent human beings that are CHOOSING to be with one another forever.
No, the only thing to consider is what it means for our lifestyle going forward, in purely practical terms. I mean, Cynthia just got taken by four men while I was tied up in a fucking chair last night! How much further can we go with this? How much further is there to go?
But I know there’s no going back. Either we stop completely or we somehow find a way to take this thing one step further. Which will it be?
Which will it be, my love, I think as I watch Cynthia come out of the bathroom and walk into the kitchen, where I am nursing a fres
h cup of coffee and pretending to read a newspaper. She is wearing a black tanktop and green panties, and I smile as I see a spot of wetness on her crotch before she turns away from me, showing me the delicate ripples on her ass as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
She silently walks over to the table and sits down next to me, raising one leg up on the chair as she casually pulls at my newspaper. I glance down at her thighs and crotch, taking a quick breath when I see the thin curls of pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her panties. I take another breath, and even through the coffee I can smell her, my lover, my friend, my wife. My cock is already moving in my boxers, and I can see that Cynthia is holding back a smile and perhaps even a giggle as she brings her hand down under the table and slides her finger beneath the elastic that forms the V in her panties.
So which will it be, I think again as I watch my sweet, perfect wife pull that finger back out and bring it up to my nose. Are we going to stop or find a way to go further?
Yes, which will it be, I wonder as I take a deep whiff just as I feel Cynthia reach for my cock.
Which will it be?
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