Rock Her World

by Max Sebastian

  Were they really wanting him to stay?

  Julian leaned in to kiss Kat’s soft cheek even while she was locking lips with Daryl, as though he was offering her a goodbye kiss now—but she turned to him again, pulled him to her again, kissed him so passionately, there was no hint in her expression or in her body language that she wanted him to leave.

  It seemed so strange, and yet now that he thought about it, the whole night Julian hadn’t received any hint of possessiveness from Daryl as he might have expected. That this was his woman now, that Julian had to give her up. Daryl had had the utmost respect for Julian all along—as though the man was on a level with him, a rock star, purely because a woman like Kat had married him.

  And now without any real signaling, both he and Daryl were simultaneously peeling off her dress, pulling it up over her head, exposing her bare breasts. Where had her bra gone? When had she even taken it off?

  Daryl took one of her breasts in his hand and covered her stiff nipple with his mouth, and Kat tilted her head up to kiss Julian again. He could hardly believe it. And Julian’s hand cupped her other breast, squeezed her other nipple all the while he tasted her sweet mouth.

  Kat looked up at her husband with intense lust in her eyes, and before he kissed her again, her hand was between his leg, reaching for him, seeking out the bulge in his pants, making sure it was there and then exploring it, enjoying how excited she was making him.

  Somehow with one hand she managed to unfasten the fly button on his black jeans, and now she was tugging on them, wanting them to come down. Julian felt his heart jumping about, totally shocked by what was going on, but eager to go with whatever his wife wanted.

  She peeled down his jeans and his underwear, freeing up his monumental erection, and then her hands were all over it. She looked up at his face as though seeking his permission, and Julian felt suddenly self-conscious. Standing there with his cock out in front of another man—it wasn’t what he’d ever expected.

  In fact, just now Kat seemed almost to be ignoring Daryl in favor of her husband, and even as nice as it felt physically, Julian was beginning to worry that she was neglecting him, that he might get up and walk out of there, that she didn’t want him any more.

  Yet Daryl didn’t seem at all put out by it. In fact, he was watching them closely, even stroking Kat’s hair gently, almost encouraging her to get closer to Julian to take him in her mouth. Julian watched as the guy ushered her up, holding her hips in both hands to urge her onto her feet in front of her husband. For a moment, Julian feared he might just get up and walk out of there, but then as Kat did stand up—her hands still on her husband’s hard cock her face closing in on his for another sweet kiss—Daryl remained sitting on the edge of the couch, to check her out in only her garter belt, her stockings and panties.

  “Down boy,” Kat grinned, and gestured for Julian to sit. He did so, returning to the armchair, expecting his wife to leave him there to watch, to turn away from him and focus on her new lover.

  But she merely leaned over him, bending at the hips to leave her shapely behind pointing at Daryl, taking her husband’s cock in her hands once again, before brushing her silky, dark hair back out of the way, then stretching her lips around Julian’s hard cock.

  Julian groaned as he felt the intense heat of her mouth engulfing his sensitive tip. Oh, it felt so good. And yet as he stroked her soft hair, he wasn’t focusing on the sight of her taking his cock in her mouth, or of her withdrawing it to lavish sexy licks all over his shaft. He was watching Daryl kissing his way along her garter belt, his hands all over her sweet ass.

  Kat looked up at him and flashed him a wicked smile. So sexy. As though to ask if they were really doing this, or at least to draw attention to it. So bizarre. A woman sucking on her husband while another man toyed with her pussy. And Daryl was toying with it. From the noises Kat made, from the movement of her hips, from the movement of Daryl’s arms—it was clear he had pulled aside her panties and slipped fingers inside her soaking pussy.

  Even over the smell of her perfume, Julian thought he could detect the scent of her arousal in the air now. It drove him a little wild—and he had to concentrate on not coming in Kat’s mouth. Not yet, at least.

  Daryl was pulling off his shirt, revealing that ripped body of his that Kat was so taken with—Julian felt his heart rate pick up. Was he going to fuck her right in front of him? Was it really going to happen? The butterflies were stirred up in his stomach again.

  Kat stood up again, and for a moment Julian had no idea what she was planning. She turned around, giving him a superb view of her body in just stockings, garters and a pair of white lace panties that didn’t quite seem to go with the rest of her outfit, seeming somehow almost rebellious. She turned to Daryl, who was pulling himself up to his feet while unfastening his belt, but straddled Julian’s thighs. Was she thinking of fucking her husband while going down on Daryl?

  Julian was preparing himself for her to take his hard cock inside her, but he had a funny knot in his stomach, as though he felt again that he shouldn’t have been there. This should have been a place for Kat to fuck her new man, and then only later go to tell her husband all about it. Instead, she was seeking to lull her husband into it by going down on him first, by fucking him first, with Daryl playing a supporting role only.

  But now he caught a whiff of his wife’s sexy scent. He gently but forcefully grabbed hold of her hips, while slumping down in the armchair. She squealed and giggled as he pulled her back, but she let him manhandle her, and went with what he wanted, carefully positioning herself over his head, while leaning forward to reach for her new lover.

  From between her legs, Julian caught a glimpse of Daryl standing in front of his wife, his jeans now yanked down, his erection raised aloft, his cock looking huge no doubt helped by the fact that the guy didn’t have a trace of hair anywhere. Was that how the younger generation was doing it now?

  She was so wet, her panties drenched as he tugged them aside to expose her sweet flower, her dusky folds glistening with her juices. He tasted her, kissing her sex, slipping his tongue delicately inside her, sucking on her pussy lips a little—but at the same time he was listening out for what she was doing with Daryl. As hot as it was feasting on her delicious wetness, What really got Julian’s pulse racing was his wife’s little giggle, Daryl’s soft moan, and then the wet sounds of Kat taking his hard cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sinking down on his length.

  It was hot hearing her sucking on him, seriously hot. But perhaps better still, Julian felt her now begin to rub herself on him, taking control of the motion of her pussy gliding over his lips and his tongue. She was responding to her excitement of sucking on a new cock by wiggling her hips and stirring her sex against Julian’s mouth.

  Julian tightened his grip around her hips and her butt, wedging his face against her hot, wet pussy, and just went with the flow, hearing her moaning getting louder and louder and louder.

  She was shivering, quaking, crying out—and then her whole body seemed to suddenly jerk. She squealed, and as her husband pulled away from her for a moment to figure out what was going on, his face was suddenly soaked. She bucked over him, almost some kind of seizure, and there were another couple of sprinkles of her juices over his face.

  She was squirting again. Julian clamped his mouth to her pussy and ate her while she clamped her thighs tight against his biceps and wedged herself down on his face, shuddering, yelling, whimpering as the powerful climax coursed through her.

  “Wow,” Julian heard Daryl say, as at last Kat rose slowly, uncertainly from her husband’s drenched face. “You see what you did?”

  Kat giggled, and said, “It only started happening, you know. When we started doing all this crazy stuff.”

  “Didn’t happen last night,” Daryl said.

  “Oh no, my husband has to be here,” she said, and Julian felt a wonderful warmth blooming inside him.

  Kat just stood there a moment, recovering,
and Julian pulled himself up to a seated position, his jeans around his ankles, his cock exposed and rock-hard. Licking his lips, still tasting her, as he certainly still smelled her strong arousal all around him, admiring a rear view of her wearing only her stockings, garter belt, panties.

  Daryl was seated on the couch opposite, and now Kat slowly climbed on his lap. Julian kicked off his jeans and then sat there, stunned, as he saw his wife straddling this other man, the guy’s big, hard dick just underneath her dripping pussy.

  Julian held his breath as he watched her shuffle a little more up the other man’s thighs, lodging her knees by his hips, and now reached behind herself to grasp his stiff cock. She touched the tip of that great thing between her spread buttocks, to touch her glistening folds.

  This was it. He was really going to see it—live, and in the flesh.

  She breathed out, and then her hips sank slightly, and though her hand obscured it somewhat, Julian could tell that the guy’s tip was inside her, inside his beloved wife.

  She held him there for a moment, and Julian saw her wedding ring sparkle on her finger as she held another man’s cock so that it was partially inside her. Then she suddenly sank right down, so that only the guy’s balls were visible as she removed her hand.

  Oh my God.

  Another man had his cock inside of his wife. All the way. Right in front of him. She was so wet she’d just slid right down his full length, engulfing him totally. Julian watched her rise up again, and the man’s shaft emerged, soaked by her juices, before being swallowed again.

  Julian just watched a while, totally stunned as he watched her bouncing on the man’s lap, his cock thrusting into her like a piston as he held aside her panties. He didn’t really feel jealousy now—he was beyond jealousy. This was just pure excitement. His naughty wife was cheating on him, damn it. He could see it with his own eyes, he could smell the sex. She was so wet the guy kept slipping out of her, and she had to help guide it back in, allowing Julian to see him penetrating her time and time again.

  Maybe what got him most of all was the sounds of her moans—so pure, so beautiful, so joyous. Was that how she sounds when she was with him? He couldn’t be sure. Everything seemed so different now he was watching from outside.

  He started to touch himself, but then he felt the sudden need to see her face while she rode this other man, to catch her expressions, to look into her eyes. He stood up and stepped over to the couch next to them. He climbed up to sit on the back of the couch, encouraged on by Kat’s glorious smile.

  While still fucking Daryl, she leaned over to kiss her husband. It was unreal, feeling her body rocking while he kissed her, knowing it was from fucking another. He cradled the back of her head, stroked her hair, delighted in the sweetness of her lips—lips that had just been stretched around another man’s cock—and then he felt her hands close around his cock, her fingers tightening.

  She leaned down, and took his cock into her mouth while still bouncing on Daryl’s hardness. She wasn’t exactly focused on her husband’s cock, but that didn’t matter. It was the hottest blow job he’d ever had purely because another guy was filling her pussy at the time.

  Oh, she was so pretty. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it over her pretty face. Tapped it against her full lips, making her grin, making her giggle. This was just so ridiculously wild. Daryl gave her ass a few playful pats and now Kat seemed to be rising toward another orgasm. Julian just leaned back and watched, her bobbing down on his shaft all but stopping as she seemed to just use his cock to hang onto while her next orgasm dropped.

  Finally, she was coming, and merely holding her husband’s cock against one of her cheeks. Julian closed his eyes a moment or two, trying to keep from letting go, and then he heard her squealing sharply, and opened his eyes to gaze down into her shocked face.

  “He’s coming…” she said in barely more than a whisper, “he’s coming inside me…”

  Sure enough, Daryl had his eyes shut and was quietly grunting, his own orgasm hitting perhaps a little on the early side. Again, Julian had to be careful to control himself—he did not want to come yet—and it was ten times as difficult this time. He felt overwhelmed by some powerful urge, by some kind of biological force as he watched another man coming inside his wife. His own cock was harder than it had ever been, bulging in Kat’s hands, throbbing and pulsating, ready to slide inside her and reclaim her from his rival suitor.

  Kat looked up at him, a touch fearful, perhaps, at whether she had overstepped the boundary by involving Julian to such a degree.

  But he smiled down at her, leaned forward again to kiss her mouth again, before he whispered to her: “My turn.”

  She knelt up, lifting one leg to allow Daryl to escape, and yet remained where she was on the couch. The younger man moved out of the way, but now as Julian pulled himself off the couch and stood behind his wife, Kat ushered Daryl into position where Julian had been on the back of the couch, even if his cock was softening now. She wasn’t done with him.

  She knelt forward and brushed her hair back out of her face with both hands, sweeping it down over her shoulders. She looked so gorgeous in those stockings, so trashy and yet her white lacy panties added an unexpected touch of class.

  Julian watched her take hold of Daryl’s semi-soft cock, bending down to wrap her lips around it, to nurse it back to readiness. Then he crouched briefly, kissing the spectacular roundness of her behind, pulling aside her panties again to just look upon her adulterous pussy. It was incredible. A pussy freshly fucked by a man who was not her husband.

  Then he was up, holding onto her panties as though they were some kind of reins, allowing him to hold her in place as he tapped his hard cock against her peachy ass, and stroked his tip against her slippery folds.

  He eased the head of his cock slowly inside her, taking it slowly even if his entire body now quivered and fizzed with adrenaline, that biological urge compelling him to leave all the finer behavior out and just slam his manhood into her, to fuck her hard and fast and ensure the continuation of his bloodline instead of his rival’s. She was so wet, so slippery, and it wasn’t only from her juices—her pussy was covered in another man’s come.

  Kat cried out, muffled by the hardening cock in her mouth, and Julian was inside her, filling her completely, feeling like a new cock himself because he was just so unbelievably turned on.

  Julian held on to her panties by the waist and started thrusting into her, fucking her increasingly hard thanks to the copious wetness inside her, while watching her head bobbing up and down on Daryl, who was now back to full hardness, surprisingly quickly.

  After a while, his biological urge seemed to simmer down a little, his body seemed to accept the sharing of this beautiful woman. The two of them switched places again, only with Kat lying down on the couch on her back, Daryl sliding into her missionary-style while Kat turned her head to suck on her husband. Later, Julian spooned on the couch with her while she took Daryl’s manhood into her mouth again.

  It just went on and on, until Julian couldn’t hold out any more. He came in her mouth, his thick cream spilling out of her lips, tumbling down onto her breasts as she eagerly licked and sucked on his bucking cock.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Late in the evening, it was just the two of them. No Daryl, no Renee. Just Julian and Kat, husband and wife, lounging around the hotel suite in t-shirts and underwear. They didn’t go out for dinner, but ordered room service. They watched a little TV, cuddling up on the couch, just enjoying the time with each other. They even switched off their phones for a while, cutting themselves off from the outside.

  For a long while, they didn’t even talk about the huge changes that had happened in their relationship since Kat had left home. They just rested, took comfort in their own company, made out as though everything was as it had always been.

  They weren’t entirely isolated from the world outside—while watching TV, Julian was flipping through the channels when he stumb
led on a local news segment about The Ponytails and the tour.

  “…Fans of the popular boy band Blue Tonic are lining up to buy tour tickets for the re-formed 90s girl group The Ponytails. Blue Tonic had been due to support The Ponytails on their nationwide tour, but last week lead singer Billy Madden checked into a local rehab center with reported drug problems. But last night’s first tour performance saw remaining Blue Tonic members joining The Ponytails—with the combined band playing both Ponytails and some Blue Tonic songs. As our correspondent Dave Gardener reports, fans were raving about the show…”

  Kat returned from the bathroom to watch the rest of the report, standing still as the information washed over her.

  “Wow,” was all she said.

  “Some great coverage,” Julian said, getting up from the couch, wandering over to her. “You guys deserve it.”

  “Andrew’s been ecstatic ever since the show,” Kat said, smiling as her husband stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her affectionately. “Now I can see why.”

  “So the rest of the tour can go ahead,” Julian said, stooping to kiss the base of her neck. “I’ll bet it’s going to be a seriously successful one, too.”

  She leaned back against him, and moaned quietly as he ran his hands over the delightful topography of her breasts, her nipples now stiffening up under the thin material of her t-shirt.

  “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she said. “Do you think things would have gone as well if Billy hadn’t got sick?”

  Julian peeled off her t-shirt, leaving her in nothing but a pair of white panties. “I think if Blue Tonic had been up and running, maybe their fans would have been just as happy—and others would have wanted to go see them later in the tour.”

  She tilted her head up to him, and he kissed her mouth, his hands gliding over her smooth, golden skin, reveling in her toned stomach, her shapely waist, her gorgeous breasts.