by Jason Lenov
"Come on, get a good whiff," he ordered. "You be eatin' some of that later."
Her eyes and mine went wide at what he'd said. She turned her head, probably to tell him to fuck off but before she could say a thing he had her by the hair. Yanking her head back, he drove the rest of his cock into her sweating pussy and she made a moan that sounded like she'd never had a man inside her before.
The shape of her whole body changed again, as soon as he was inside her completely. Her ass puffed out. The arch of her back took more of a curve. Whether she wanted it or not, her body certainly wanted him to have a good time.
His hips started moving, driving his black cock deep inside her sloppy cunt. She started bouncing up and down on him in time.
I started stroking a little faster, hoping I could last until he finished, or at least until she did.
He let go of her hair and I watched both his hands move down her smooth skin. They settled on her undulating hips, then drifted back up and around her until they found her breasts again. He spread his fingers, trying to touch as much of those two soft pillows as he could, her cherry colored nipples poking out from between his thick, dark fingers.
When he let out a little grunt, she looked back. She looked completely different. The hardass bitch that swore like a sailor had vanished and all that was left was a desperate woman, her body lost in lust.
He put his hands on her hips again, steadied her, then thrust himself even deeper inside. I watched her legs open a little wider. Her mouth fell open too. I knew he'd just touched her in a place I never had.
She glanced back at me but this time there was no recognition in her eyes. It was like Angie, my wife, had drifted away.
I couldn't help myself. I started stroking myself harder watching him rutting inside her like he was. When he finally pulled part way out, she looked like a terrified animal.
She craned her neck to look at him. Her eyes begged. Her body tried to sink back down onto his shaft. No part of her was in control anymore. She just needed more of him.
He seemed to know it, too.
"Easy baby. You'll get yours," he whispered as her body bucked, trying to get him to push himself inside. His hands slid off her hips and rounded the curve of her ass. He spread her cheeks and looked down. I saw him lick his lips as he stared at that tight, dark back hole.
"You gonna let me fuck your ass baby?" he asked, looking up to see her craning her neck, trying to watch his hands.
"Fuck Will, I don't know," she mewled. But her ass was still bouncing, still trying to ride his thick, black shaft. He held her firmly in place. Not another ounce of pleasure, until she agreed.
"I don't want to leave you hangin', but I will if I have to."
Her face twisted into agony. "Oh fuck, Will, please!" she begged. I thought she might start crying.
For the first time since I'd started watching, something dark inside me stirred to life. It shot through me the way jealousy had when I'd first seen them in the kitchen. It was a mean and angry thing but I knew where it had come from.
She'd never let me fuck her ass. She'd never let me pull her hair like that. Sure, we switched it up now and again but I'd never seen her bend to me like she was bending to him now. She needed him so badly in that moment, it looked like she couldn't live without it.
I pushed that to one side as best I could. I wasn't about to let some petty jealousy get in the way of pleasure, now that I'd gone to all this trouble. It was his voice that tore me from my thoughts and put me back into the room.
"What'll it be Angie? You gonna let me fuck that beautiful ass? You know I've been watchin' that ass since I started for you. You just fucking know it, don't you? Walkin' around in those black tights? I been fuckin' waiting for this a long time."
My eyes went wide at what he'd said. I wondered if he was still just playing or if it were true? Had he really been wanting to fuck my wife this whole time?
Angie didn't seem to care. All she seemed to care about was getting that cock stuffed back up inside herself again.
"Oh fuck, Will, I don't know! I don't know if I can!" she whimpered. I looked down to see he was rubbing that puckered circle with his thumb. He spat. It landed right above her hole. He swiped it with his thumb, lathering her up. Getting her ready.
Holding her ass with one hand he started thrusting his cock up and into her. The sound of her wetness splitting mixed with her moan and it made cum start to move from my balls into my cock. Let go of myself but even then my shaft was still bouncing. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to think of baseball.
When I opened them back up, he was whispering something to her. I held my breath, hoping I could hear. It was hard to make it out over the sloppy sound of his thick cock fucking Angie's little white cunt but I heard it, finally.
"You wanna come baby? You wanna come?" He just kept saying it over and over, stuffing that dick of his in so deep I bet she felt it in her womb.
"Yes, Will, please yes," she begged.
"You gonna do what I say baby?"
I watched her resolve falter. I could tell his big black dick was driving her wild and she wanted to be a good girl. I also knew she'd never done anything like that before.
His hips slowed. Her back arched even more. She brought her hands up and over her head, pushing her breasts out. She grabbed her hair. She couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck yes!" she moaned, breathless. "I'll do anything. Please let me come!"
I grabbed my dick and started pumping. Slowly. I watched a smile creep across Will's face. He leaned in close to her again. "Alright baby, you gonna love this."
His hips started jutting forward. The way he was holding her ass up in the air I had a crystal clear view of her pussy. It was raw, from being stretched so wide and every once in a while a thick trickle of clear juice would pulse from it and land on the couch. It was fucking mesmerizing, watching her pink lips gripping his black shaft like that.
She put her hands down and grabbed hold of the couch. She dug in with her fingers. I could tell she was close. Her mouth popped open and she craned her neck again, trying to look back at what he was doing to her. What he looked like inside of her.
He gave her the best view he could but he never stopped fucking. She started fucking back. Her round ass was bouncing off his pelvis now, the flesh shaking with each stiff rut. She started to pant. Quick, breathless moans came next. Then she started singing "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"That's it baby," he growled, fucking himself even deeper inside her.
She looked at him. Their eyes met. Hers widened. He leaned towards her and their lips locked in a kiss so deep and passionate, I'd never even kissed her like that.
Jealousy buzzed somewhere in the back of my mind. I tried to swat it away, like I would a fly, but it wouldn't quit. It kept coming back. Why was she acting like that? Was she acting? Or was this real?
When he let go of her with his mouth, hers stayed open. Her eyes widened as she stared into his. I knew the moment was almost there. I glanced at his cock, ramming into her flesh. She was dripping wet.
"Oh, fuck!" she squealed as the orgasm took her. I watched as her pussy started clenching around his meat.
He grunted a little and for a second I worried he was going to release inside her. He didn't. He pushed that big, black cock of his deep into her, all the way to the hilt and held himself there, watching her face as her pussy spasmed around him, begging for his seed.
I watched her face reveal exactly the arc of her climax. I watched as she crested over the peak, her whole body tense with pleasure. I watched her dip into the first valley, saw her start to shake, begging him for more.
He gave it to her. Just like she wanted, he started fucking her again, his cock slicker than ever, slathered in her cum.
I watched her go over the second ridge. A pained expression spread across her face. He sped up, like she knew exactly what she needed. It was enough to give her another shudder before the orgasm left her and she all but collapsed onto the couch.
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sp; Will didn't waste any time. He didn't waste any time at all. He pulled his cock out from her pussy. I watched it dripping juice. Fuck he was thick. Way thicker than me. He pointed the tip of it at her ass hole. No gentle touch this time. As soon as he felt his head kiss that tight ring of muscle, his hips jutted forward and he started to drive himself inside. Like it was just another pussy.
Her eyes widened and her whole body woke up from the sensation. She looked back. She began to grimace.
"Oh fuck, Will, I don't know," she moaned as he pushed himself in past his glans. "I don't know Will, it's so big..."
He didn't let her finish. Wrapping his fingers up in her hair again, he jerked her head back and grabbed her by the throat.
She gasped in shock but didn't protest. In fact, she didn't seem to mind at all. Her hands came up around his and instead of complaining again about how big he was, I watched her whole body relax.
Will smiled wide. "That's it baby. You just relax." I knew she'd just opened for him. Before I saw him push all the way inside, I knew.
Still holding her hair and her throat, he gave one firm fuck with his hips and I watched the rest of him slip inside.
She groaned. A groan that ended in a whimper. There wasn't much she could do now, though.
He started fucking her hard. All that juice from her pussy made it easy, but I could still see how tight she was around him. He didn't care. He fucked her just the way he wanted. The way a real man does.
She let one of her hands slide down her body. I watched her fingers linger on her breast. She pinched her nipple, then her hand fell further down. Once it was on her waist, those tiny, white fingers, drifted back until they found black muscle. She held them on his ass for a second, like she was savouring the sensation.
With a smile, she let her hand fall below her ass, in between his legs. Her delicate fingers found his heavy sack and squeezed.
"Oh fuck you little slut!" he grunted as I watched his body shudder with pleasure.
She smiled wider, delighted at what she'd done.
He must have shot a load into her, but as soon as he had, he pulled himself out.
Angie looked a little surprised. Actually a lot surprised. She didn't know what the hell he was doing. Not until she was on her knees.
He had her by the hair the whole time. It was easy to get her down. With his cock covered in her cum and all kinds of other filth, he let go a blast. It slathered across her cheek right before he pushed his throbbing member in her mouth.
I watched, aroused but horrified, as he plunged into her throat. I saw his balls tighten between his legs. She gagged. I knew he'd just shot another blast of cum, deep inside her mouth.
It took her a second, but Angie seemed to recover from the surprise of what he'd done. As soon as she did, she became his obedient slut. She pressed her hands onto his thighs, opened her mouth and took him even deeper with his next thrust. His balls settled on her chin as he lunged deep into my wife's throat.
I was on the brink of my own climax. I'd thought I would just sit and watch and maybe come on the armchair by myself. But know that I'd seen that scene, I wanted, no, I needed to touch her. I needed to be a part of that world, too.
He took his time. I watched his ass flexing with each time he shoved himself further into her throat. Her mascara started to run. Then thick tears started to drip down her cheeks as her face turned red.
For a second I wondered if I should get up and...
Finally, he started to pull out slowly. She didn't try to come off him any quicker than he was going. She kept staring at him, even through the tears. Like he'd just given her the most precious gift a girl could ask for. When I saw the tip of his cock come out, she didn't lean back, or spit out his cum the way she did if I came in her mouth. She held her mouth open, just in case he still needed it. He did.
He gripped his shaft with his fingers, letting loose a few last spurts of seed. Some of them landed in the puddle in her mouth. A few across her cheek. I was ready to run over there and come all over her myself.
When he stepped back, when she was sure he was done, she closed her mouth and still staring at him, slowly swallowed the rest of his white hot seed.
I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up from the armchair, my cock in hand and ran over to where she was kneeling. Will had moved out of the way and now it was just me and her. I wanted to do everything at once. I wanted to push myself that deep inside her throat. I wanted to spread her legs on the couch and fuck her in the pussy, then in the ass. The way he'd done.
She stopped me, though. She put her hands on my thighs when I was an arms length away. She smiled with her eyes.
As soon as I felt her fingers on my cock I knew I was a goner. There were streaks of Will's cum all over her face and tits. I knew it was leaking out of her ass. I knew she'd just swallowed a big load of his seed, too. The whole thing just made me crazy. Then that smile. That knowing, understanding smile.
All it took was a few slow strokes. She grabbed my balls with her other hand, the same hand that had grabbed him. She squeezed.
"Ungh! Fuck!" I groaned, unleashing spurt after spurt of seed from my cock. Some of it made it onto her body. Some of it landed on the carpet. I was helpless. All I could do was stand there, shaking and staring at her used face.
This was my Angie. My wife. She'd just been the perfect whore to another man. I groaned again as the brunt of my climax tore through me. I knew things would never be the same again.
Chapter 15
"Hey, I've got to go! I'll see you tonight, okay?"
The sound of Angie's whisper woke me up.
I opened my eyes and she was standing over me, the sun shining through the window behind her.
"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing one eye. A memory started trickling into my brain from the night before.
"It's almost ten. I gotta go. I love you!"
"I love you too..." I grunted. As soon as I realized where I was and what time it was and what had happened, I grabbed for her arm. I needed something. A kiss. A smile. Some reassurance.
She was already gone. I heard the car door slam, then the engine rev as she backed out of the driveway.
It was going to be a long day.
It was a long day. I had to do the rounds. I had been putting it off too long. I had six clients to visit and they were all as far away from each other as possible. Most of the time I could get everything done from home but everyone always liked it when I went into the office and touched base.
It was tough, though, sitting there listening to them drone on about this expense or something that got put into petty cash that should have been an expense. It was all updated to my computer at home, mostly automated. Still, that was part of the job. Holding their hand and letting them know that everything was going to be okay.
All I needed was for someone there to tell me the same thing.
I sat through the seemingly endless meetings in beige boardrooms drinking cup after cup of coffee the whole time thinking about the previous night. In a sense I couldn't believe it had happened the way it had. It almost seemed like a fairy tale. It seemed like I'd watched a movie, back when I was very naive, a movie that had shown me something profound about life and changed me completely. I just kept rolling that thought over and over in my mind. I'd watched my wife fuck another man. Not only that, but it had been nasty.
By the time I was done it was almost six at night and I didn't feel like spending another six hours waiting for Angie to come home. I took my time driving to the restaurant. When I got there, the parking lot was full, which was good. It meant the place was busy. Angie would be happy.
I parked a few blocks away and walked over, wondering what it would be like to see the two of them working together. I wondered what Will would be like. I wondered if I'd ruined something for them. I wondered if I'd ruined something for us.
I went in the back door and the sound of Angie's bark melted every worry I had away.
"Who's poaching this fuck
ing salmon?!? This should be done by now!!!"
"Yes chef!" came a chorus of responses. I leaned in the door and Will saw me right away.
"Hey Mr S...er, Charlie. Hi Charlie!"
"Will I need that tourtiere garnished it's going out now!"
"Yes chef!" he shouted, putting an already garnished plate on the ready shelf. He looked up at me and shrugged.
I chuckled and felt a lot better.
"Can't talk hubby!" Samantha hollered, "Middle of service!"
It all felt normal. The usual tension was there and nothing seemed any different than it had been the day before. That made me happy. I squeezed through the kitchen trying to stay out of everyone's way, snuck into the office and closed the door.
There was nothing to be done here, really. It was the same setup as my other clients. Everything got backed up to my computer at home and I just looked it over every now and again to make sure no one was cooking the books. I mostly just used it as an excuse to come and see Angie every now and again.
I shuffled the mouse around. The screen flickered to life. Leaning back in the chair, I started a fresh game of solitaire.
***
Things started to die down around eight-thirty. My mind was a little numb from solitaire and watching cat gifs by the time Angie came in. She was carrying a plate of the tourtiere and a beer. She closed the door.
"Hey, you didn't have to..."
She set them both on the desk in front of me, then pushed my chair out and swung into my lap. She leaned in and touched her nose to mine, smiling.
"Hiya," she whispered.
A warm shiver ran through me. That was...bizarre.
"Hi there," I answered, leaning back to try to get a good look at her face.
"What's wrong?" she asked as I studied her.
"I...just wondering what you've done with my wife."
"Your wife just brought you dinner. You hungry?" She stood up, pulled an opener from her pocket and cracked the beer open. She handed it to me.
I shook my head a bit, perplexed.
"You don't want it?" she asked. She seemed almost hurt by my reaction.