She gyrated in his lap until she felt like he was close to cumming, and then she stood up, turning around so he could see her ass again.
“You like to watch, huh Bob?” asked Carla. Bob had almost forgotten about his wife, who was standing behind him, drinking wine and watching the show.
“Oh, well, uh … I do, yes!” said Bob.
“You know, I found a few other interesting facts, when I examined your computer browser. You watch a lot of live webcam shows, don’t you Bob?”
“My god!” said Bob. “You can’t just snoop through my computer like that!” He struggled against the handcuffs again, but he was held fast.
“And you know Bob, another interesting thing is all the money that you’re sending to that girl in the Ukraine. I mean, I know you have a lot of money, but do you really think that’s the best use for your cash?”
“Carla!” yelled Bob. “Release me at once! What’s going on here?”
Carla stepped in front of Bob and put her arm around Amy. “Oh, well, Bob, let’s think of this as a little marriage counseling. We’re going to address some of the limits and boundaries of our relationship.”
“What … what do you mean?” Bob asked fearfully.
“Well, Bob, have you ever heard the expression, what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander?”
“Well … I … yes, I guess I have but …” Bob was struggling and straining against the handcuffs, now, but he couldn’t get free.
At that, the front doorbell rang.
“Ah, Carla, I think that’s your Christmas present,” said Amy.
Amy went to the front door and opened it.
Owen walked in.
Tall and muscular Owen had just moved to town the previous summer; he had been one of the main instigators in the nude beach gangbang, and he and Amy had a rather contentious fuck-buddy relationship.
“Hello, Amy,” said Owen in his deep baritone voice.
“You’re not wearing it, Owen,” said Amy, crossly.
Somewhat embarrassed, Owen took a Christmas bow out of his pocket and put it on top of his head.
“Your Christmas present has arrived, Carla,” said Amy.
“What the hell is going on here? What’s the meaning of this?” asked Bob, unnerved at the sight of the tall handsome young man standing in his living room.
“This is Owen, Bob. Owen is … uh, well, I called in a favor.” Said Amy, giggling.
“Blackmail, that’s not a favor,” said Owen. His dark hair hung in curls on his forehead as he ran his dark eyes up and down Amy’s smoking hot body.
“Well, in this particular case, you don’t mind too much, do you Owen?” asked Amy, standing on her tiptoes to put her arms around him and kiss him on the lips. He was nearly 6 foot 5 inches tall.
“Not too much,” he admitted.
“Remember when we cuckolded the Principal in the Haunted House?” asked Amy.
“Was that really cuckolding? I mean, you two aren’t married,” said Owen.
“Hmmm, do you know, I’m not sure.”
Carla handed Owen a glass of wine. They were on the fourth bottle of the night. “I think you have to be married to cuckold somebody, technically speaking.”
“Cuckold! What are you talking about!” yelled Bob. “What the hell are you three doing? Get out of my house this instant!”
Carla smiled and poured another glass of wine.
Then she threw it in Bob’s face.
He cried out in shock and surprise.
“What the fuck is going on!” he yelled, seeming as if he were about to burst into tears.
“Well Bob,” said Amy. “You like to watch, don’t you? So watch. Watch while Owen fucks your wife!”
Bob stared at her, dumbfounded.
Owen shrugged his massive shoulders and took off his black t-shirt. His rippling torso and massive pectorals glistened in the soft lighting of the living room, the tribal and dragon tattoos around his pectorals and over his shoulders dark and sinister looking.
Even Amy, who’d seen plenty of gorgeous men in her day and had seen Owen in intimate circumstances on several occasions, stared at him and made a soft admiring sound.
“You look great, Owen,” said Amy. “Don’t you think so, Carla?”
“He’s certainly in much better shape than my husband,” said Carla.
“Carla!” yelled Bob.
“Shut up,” said Carla.
“I’m training for my first MMA fight,” said Owen.
“Well, Owen,” said Amy, still standing there in her Santa hat. “What are you waiting for?”
Owen finished the glass of wine in one swig and tossed the glass on the floor, shattering it.
He moved forward with a growl and took Carla into his arms, lifting her off the floor.
Carla was wearing a conservative business skirt and a white blouse with a string of pearls, and still wearing high heels. Owen kissed her deeply on the lips, a long passionate kiss, and her tongue eagerly sought out his.
Bob cried out as they did so.
“Now, be quiet, Bob, or I might have to put a gag in your mouth,” said Amy. “I might use my panties or something.”
“It’s okay,” said Carla. “I like to hear him whimper.”
Owen sat Carla’s ass on the edge of the table, holding her with one while he swept the remains of the Christmas dinner off the table with the other. The plates and silverware clattered and splashed and clanged on the floor.
Amy felt her panties getting wet just watching. And seeing the Christmas dinner table made her remember the thanksgiving four-way she’d had with her stepfather and stepbrothers.
Owen grabbed the front of Carla’s white blouse and ripped it open down the front. Her pearl necklace broke apart and the pearls bounced across the table and rolled over the floor. Carla’s pink lace bra and smooth creamy white cleavage was revealed.
“I bought you that necklace!” yelled Bob. “It was very expensive!”
“I don’t give a shit,” said Carla, taking Owen’s muscular jawline in her smooth fine white hands and raising her lips to his again.
They kissed long and hard on the table, her husband moaning and rocking, handcuffed to the chair a few feet away.
Amy giggled, standing behind Bob. “Oh, come on, Bob, it’s all in the family, right? You like to watch and Owen and I like to be watched. It’s all good, right?”
Bob said, “I can’t believe this is happening!”
Carla slid out of the remains of her white blouse; Owen eased her down on the table, kissing her neck and throat, and then moving to her cleavage.
“That’s it, Owen,” said Amy. “Kiss her neck. And get down to those tits. Her skin is so fair, isn’t it beautiful?”
“Very,” said Owen. “And tasty.”
Carla moaned as Owen buried his mouth between her tits and kissed her cleavage.
“Rip her bra off, Owen,” said Amy. “Get her tits out.”
Own raised his torso for a moment, and took both her breasts, covered in the pink lacy bra, in his hands. She moaned and arched her back and he squeezed her tits, and then he hooked his fingers around the cups of the bra and ripped it apart at the wire between the cups.
Carla’s breasts sprang free, her nipples small and pink and hard.
“What are you waiting for, you big dummy,” yelled Amy. “Get in there and suck them!” Amy stepped behind Owen and slapped him hard on the ass.
Owen growled again and buried his face in Carla’s chest again, his mouth pursing around one of the stiff pink nipples. Carla cried out and clutched his head to her breast, her fingers wrapping in his dark curly hair.
“Oh my god,” said Bob. “Carla, don’t do this! You can’t do this!”
“I can do it, Bob,” said Carla. “And I am doing it!”
“Carla! You’re my wife! This isn’t fair! This isn’t right!”
“Bob, you haven’t fucked me in months because you’re too busy jacking off with your stupid webcam whore,” sai
d Carla. “So you can watch while a real man fucks me, and see if you can remember how to do it!”
She clutched Owen’s head to her other breast, and he sucked and licked it eagerly. She arched her back off the table, wrapping her legs around his muscular torso. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist now, and a flash of her pink lace panties could be seen.
“Are you going to be a gentleman and eat her out, Owen?” asked Amy sweetly. “I think her pussy needs a lot of extra attention.”
“It’s already wet and hot as hell,” said Owen. “I can feel it through my jeans.”
“Still, I think Bob would like it if you eat her pussy for a while,” said Amy. “What about you, Carla? You want it?”
“Oh, god, yes,” moaned Carla.
Owen’s head moved down her torso, kissing her flat stomach and below her navel. Carla’s face was contorted in ecstasy, but her eyes lingered on her helpless husband. Owen pushed her skirt up around her waist, and then rubbed his face against the pink lace panties covering the mound of her crotch, and Carla cried out in pleasure. “Oh god, yes, eat my pussy!” she yelled.
“Carla! No, Carla, no! Don’t do this to me! I’ll do anything! Please! I’ll give you anything!” Bob was in tears now, his lower lip trembling.
Owen pushed her panties to the side and buried his face in Carla’s slick hot pussy, thrusting his tongue into her wet hole.
“OH my god, that feels so good,” yelled Carla. Her hands came up and began squeezing her own breasts, pinching her small hard nipples as she thrust her hips against Owen’s face and probing tongue.
“Carla! No! Please! I’m so sorry about those webcam girls!”
“Girls? We thought there was only one,” said Amy. “Suck on Carla’s clit, Owen, Bob hasn’t learned his lesson quite yet.”
Owen began murmuring , humming a bit as he took Carla’s clit between his lips and worked it with his tongue. Her whole body began to shake and vibrate like electricity was passing through it, and she pinched her nipples hard between thumb and forefinger. “Oh, oh, oh oh my god oh my god, keep doing it keep doing it just like that I’m going to cum oh my god I’m going to cum oh my god oh my god OHHHH!”
“Put your fingers in there, Owen,” said Amy, standing behind Bob and rubbing his shoulders. “See if you can feel her g-spot.”
Bob was shaking his head back and forth but unable to take his eyes off the spectacle. His wife had never looked so beautiful.
Owen slid one of his big fingers inside of Carla’s small tight wet cunt, and the effect was immediate. Carla arched her head back and her creamy white skin began to flush red as she had an orgasm, trembling and spasming
“Ohhhhhhh,” said Carla, squeezing her breasts together and spreading her legs, then stripping off her panties and throwing them at her husband. “Oh that was so good.”
Owen stood up and took his big cock out of his jeans. “Ohhhhh, Owen, let me suck that big cock, let me make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Owen moved around to the edge of the table, standing opposite Bob, smiling across the table at him, as Carla turned her head to the side and opened her mouth wide to accommodate Owen’s enormous cock. Bob let out a loud sob of misery.
Owen smiled as he slid the big veined dick between Carla’s plump eager red lips.
“Oooh, Bob,” said Amy, bending to whisper in Bob’s ear as she rubbed her tits against the back of his head. “Look at it, it looks like an anaconda snake disappearing into a cave.”
Owen held Carla’s red hair in his big fist and began smoothly and slowly fucking her face, his cock pumping into her mouth like a piston, her lips wrapped tightly around it. She gulped and gagged on it.
While she sucked his cock, she reached down and began stroking her wet pussy again, and before too long she was moaning in pleasure and sliding one of her own fingers in and out of herself.
“Oooh, she loves it, Bob, she just loves to suck his cock, look at her, look at how she’s moaning around that big dick,” said Amy, whispering into Bob’s ear. She looked at Bob’s lap and saw that he again had a huge erection. Not as Big as Owen’s, of course, but big.
Finally Owen pulled his big rod out of her mouth and moved back between her legs again. “Are you ready to get fucked? Huh?” he grunted.
“Oh yeah,” murmured Carla, feeling her own tits again. “I want your cock so bad,” she said.
“And you Bob? Are you ready for me to fuck your wife?” asked Owen.
“Oh god, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening,” moaned Bob.
Owen slapped her pussy with the swollen purple head of his throbbing erect dick and few times, and she cried out in pleasure.
Bob cried out in humiliation and tried to close his eyes and lower his head, but Amy put her hand on his forehead and pulled his head back.
“You have to watch, Bob,” said Amy. “You have to see how much she loves to get fucked by him.”
Owen teased her with his big prick for a while, inserting just the head into her soaking wet slit, while reaching down to help her play with her tits.
“You sure you’re ready?” asked Owen.
“Oh, please, please, please, give it to me, give me that cock,” moaned Carla.
“I think she’s ready Owen,” said Amy. “How about you Bob? You think she’s ready?”
“Yes,” said Bob, bursting into fresh tears now. “She’s ready to get fucked. Please fuck her, please fuck my wife and let me watch.”
“Good boy,” said Amy, kissing him on the forehead.
Carla threw her head back and screamed in pleasure again, as Owen finally gave her the full length of his cock.
He held her legs, one of her high heels on his shoulder, as he rammed his cock into her, making the whole table shake.
Bob watched, shaking in his chair, rubbing his legs together like a cricket, unable to do anything to finish off the sustained throbbing hard-on he had. “Oh, god, give it to her!” he cried out. “Fuck my wife, please! Fuck her harder!”
Owen was hammering into Carla now, and Carla was gripping the edges of the table, breathless, making babbling sounds and wrapping her legs tight around Owen as he fucked her hard, varying the rhythm, fast and then slow, fast and then slow, until she was begging and moaning helplessly, her whole body shaking.
“Oh god I’m cumming again!” she screamed, clawing at her own breasts, which were red and swollen now, as Owen fucked her harder.
“Ready to see me cum on your wife, Bob?” asked Owen.
“I think he is,” said Amy. “He’s a good boy now.”
“Yes, cum on her! Cum on my wife!” yelled Bob.
Owen pulled out and she eagerly grabbed his big cock with both hands and jacked it off. It only took a few strokes, and then Owen threw his head back and moaned as he unloaded hot white ropes of cum all over Carla’s stomach, and some of it even shot all the way up to her tits.
She rubbed the hot cum onto herself, on her tits and belly, and then smeared some on her fingers and tasted it, moaning in pleasure.
Bob was shaking in his seat, and he also threw his head back and moaned. Amy looked down, giggling, as she saw the hot cum spread on the crotch of his pants.
When Carla stopped shaking, she turned to her husband. “Have you learned an important lesson today, Bob?”
“Yes,” he said. “I’ll be a good boy from now on.”
She took one of her cum-smeared hands and held it up to his mouth. “Kiss my hand and promise,” she said.
Bob kissed Owen’s semen off his wife’s fingers, weeping as he did so.
“God bless us every one,” said Amy. “This is really the best Christmas ever. Now come on, Owen. I’m horny as hell and I need you to fuck me hard.”
“My pleasure,” said Owen, stroking his already hardening cock.
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