by KT Morrison
“Do you smell him on me, baby?”
“I do, Nia, I smell him...”
“Oh God, Geoff, what a turn on. Fuck. Can you taste him…can you taste him inside me?”
He slipped his tongue inside her, felt its intense heat against him. He pressed himself deep inside her, sucked on her sopping membranes. “God, I taste him, Nia,” he lied. “He fucked you?”
“He fucked it, Geoff. He fucked that pussy. He fucked it so good. Fucked it with that big cock.”
“Jesus, Nia, you’re going to make me come without even touching me.”
“Oh God, Geoff, don’t stop. I swear I’m about to come too.” She bundled up the duvet and pulled it across her belly, shoved it towards him. “He fucked me in our bed, Geoff. You smell our sweat, baby? God, Geoff, his semen is on our sheets...”
He groaned again into her pussy, his cock swelled inside his pants, he felt himself dribbling, felt the wet end of his cock against his underwear.
“You’re the best lover, Geoff, but Dino is the best fuck. I didn’t shower for you, I want you to clean me, I’m so used, so dirty...”
“You’re a fucking dirty whore, Nia.”
“Lick me, Geoff, lick him out of me, use your tongue, Geoff. God, why does this turn me on so bad?”
“Did he make you come?”
“He made me come, Geoff...his cock is so big, he’s so strong and handsome, so masculine.”
“Fuck, Nia, you’re amazing,” he said between her legs.
“Oh shit, Geoff, oh wow, ah, I’m going to come. Lick me Geoff, put your tongue in me. Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she squeaked high, her breath came and went in quick gulps, then she squeaked even higher, thrusting her hips into his driving tongue. She was coming and he smiled wide and her slippery pussy glided up and down his happy cheeks.
GEOFF
“I am so dirty,” she laughed.
“You really are.” He spread her labia with the flats of his fingers, watched her lips stretch then curl as he released them. He kissed them. Another man had fucked this hole. His stomach clenched at the thought, did a quick somersault, but his cock was hard as steel. A worry creased his brow. He felt heavy.
“Come up here,” she said, lifting her knees up, her pointed toes coming up off the bed. He rose to his knees and she held her arms out to him, wanting him to come to her. She was so fucking beautiful. Her long bronze legs, her pretty feet, her bunched up tum. He was the luckiest man in the world. He’d married his best friend. His best friend was gorgeous. And now she was leading him through his own sexual fantasies, taking his hand and showing him the way.
He lay between her legs and her arms went around him. “Somebody’s little cock is so hard right now. I can feel it poking me.” Her hand slipped between his legs and gripped him through his pants. “I’m so fuckin proud of you, tiger.”
He looked in her eyes. She was proud. It filled him with joy to please her like that, to hold her esteem. “Proud of my hard cock?”
“You really did it, Geoff. They know you now. They believe in you.” She held his face, both warm palms cupping his beard.
Then she cocked her head like she heard something. Attenuated to sounds he didn’t hear, like a wary dog.
“Wait,” she said.
They both stopped moving and listened. He heard it now too. An unknown rumble. Static but tremulous. A picture frame shook mildly against drywall, a rattle that turned to a buzz. It ceased. The sound had been there then completely gone. Whatever had caused it stopped.
“What?” he said.
“No way,” she said.
“No way what?”
“Oh baby...Geoff,” she said. She looked at him worried. Behind those trembling eyes, communicated in her soft lips held agape, was an excitement. “Oh wow, Geoff,” she said and she took up his hands softly and looked into his eyes.
“What, Nia? What is it?”
“I don’t know,” she gasped. “Come with me.”
They both got up and Nia gathered up the duvet and clutched it to herself and headed out of the room. He followed, watching her bare backside jump and shake as she hurried down the stairs. She turned right at the bottom, stepped to the front door. He was right behind her.
He peered over her shoulder and out over the porch, down the walk, across the sidewalk and out to the street. A big man getting off a motorcycle right in front of their house. It was Dino.
“What’s he doing here?” he said, his chest tight, his voice crepitant.
“I don’t...he’s going to fuck me in front of you or he’s...going to kill you.”
“What? Should I call the cops?”
“I don’t know.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know yet, Geoff. Get the phone.”
“Really?” he said again, higher, more urgent, feeling his stomach flip.
“Yeah, really, baby.”
He darted to the kitchen to grab the cordless. His breath had caught in his throat. The muscles in his jaw jumped, his shoulders hunched with worry and his legs trembled like they could give way. He ran back to her, phone clutched in his shaking hand. He stood with his wife and watched out the window with her, his legs clasped together, his erection going sideways but poking out his pants too.
He looked to the phone. Pressed 9, then 1, each button an adventure to find with his out-of-control frightened finger.
Dino was on the front porch now, under the shade of their awning. His boots thumping, the vibrations travelling right under his own feet. Nia went to the door, bare, duvet pressed to her, bit her lower lip and reached out and turned the clasp on the door. Unlocked it.
She stepped back, eyes glued to Dino through the window. Geoff stepped with her, behind her, his chest touching the back of her shoulder.
Dino saw them through the glass. His face was pinched and angry. He opened the door and stepped in, filling up the hall with his large masculine presence. He stood there only watching Nia. His eyes darted to Geoff’s once, then quickly back to Nia. Nia’s chest heaved with desperate breaths. She clutched the duvet to her nude body.
Dino stepped into her space and he grabbed her to him. Pulled her against him, his face lowered. Their lips met. Dino pulled Nia to his kiss with a big hand on her neck and cupping the shape of her pretty skull. She dropped the duvet. She was naked now, kissing her lover in her bare feet in the front hall right in front of him. Dino was big and strong and fully clothed and Nia looked so small in his grip.
Geoff took three clumsy steps back and he plopped himself down on the stairs. The cordless phone clattered to the maple floor. This was it. Dino was going to fuck his wife. Dino was going to fuck his pretty Nia right in front of him. His eyes blinked taking this beautiful scene in. Wide like saucers, buzzing with excitement and shaking with fear and his driving heartbeat.
GEOFF
Dino’s hands felt Nia’s body. This man was very familiar with his wife. Her long lost lover, returned from the war. She kissed him with passion and it drove a stake through his heart.
Their wet mouth sounds filled the narrow hall. Geoff couldn’t get past that knowledge—those hands were on familiar territory. They knew every bit of her. Those large and masculine hands with their big thick round-knuckle fingers had explored every bit of the woman he loved. Those fingers had explored her wet insides. Who knew the despicable things they’d done with each other. He smiled. He loved that beautiful woman. He knew her heart was revving like a race car in that perfect chassis. He saw her ribs as she breathed, heard her breath score through her nose as her lips were locked to her ex-boyfriend. She was probably wet. She was going to fuck him and she was going to let her husband watch. His smile widened. Dino didn’t seem like the type to wrap her face up or tie her hands behind her back.
Nia’s feet flexed and got her up on her tippy toes. Her arms went tighter around her lover. He scooped her up and Nia put her long legs around him. Dino’s bare hands cupped her bare ass, his fingers imprinting her soft flesh. Still they kiss
ed, sucking and smacking, heads rocking and twisting. Her arms snaked around his neck. Their breaths came faster. Dino stumbled with her towards the steps and Geoff scrambled to make way for them. He stood and was bumped as they passed. Saw his wife’s eyes closed, her long black lashes feathered and curled, her brows placid and loving. He followed them up, watched Nia’s feet bob as she was carried, her pretty painted toes pointed, one heel dug into Dino’s denim rump, the other draped over her ankle, moving loosely. He touched her foot, let his fingers slide to a point and slip off her toe as they crested the stairs and stepped to the landing ahead of him. Dino knew his way to their bedroom. Strode with his girl clung to his strong frame and made it through the door and to the side of the bed.
He let her down off him and her legs slid across his jeans and Nia went right to her knees in front of his splayed out legs. Like a practiced motion. Her hands clawed at his fly, undid his pants and reached in and pulled out his cock. No underwear. There it was, drooling out of his fly, his wife’s ex’s notoriously large flaccid cock. It swung from the parted denim, sagging and brown with a puckered foreskin. Big. Bigger than two hands and it wasn’t hard. Nia got under it, her fingers spread out on his thighs above each knee.
On her knees, rump tilted, head angled up so it could dangle into her open mouth. She closed her lips around it; they pulled at it, tried to drag him in deeper. She was looking up into his eyes while she did it. Geoff stood, his cock painfully erect, watching this gruesome display only a few feet away in their sunny summer Sunday morning bedroom. Dino’s mean face was turned down watching her suck on his big soft cock. He worked his buckle apart slowly while he did. Pulling the leather strap through the big brass rail of the buckle. Nia raised up higher on her knees, her bare feet scrunched, one crossed over the other now. She took him up in both loose fists and stroked while her mouth sucked on the end of it. Dino hitched his tight jeans down, exposed all his wonderful blessing to his wife. Those balls were free now. The ones he’d already seen that day at Rocco’s cottage. They were large and oblong, like two eggs. They dangled in his sack as his pants came down, swung back and forth then climbed high and hugged his shaft as Nia stroked him. She flattened her tongue against her bottom lip, curled it out so it pointed to her chin, wide and soft and wet, jerking his stiffening cock, mashing his covered glans against herself. Her lips curled to a slight smile while she did, knowing she was bad. Her fingers pinched his shaft below his glans and she watched as she peeled it back and his glistening purple-grey glans was exposed. She kissed his tip, pouted her lips and pressed them to his sensitive urethra, swirled it around her mouth like she was applying lipstick, then tongued him all over, wide, then pointed and running along the cleft to his hole.
“Fuck, Nia, I missed those perfect lips.”
She plunged him into her mouth and bobbed on him. He was harder now. Not rigid. He buckled against Nia’s plunging. That thick cock bending and bowing while she sucked him to hardness.
“Take your boots off,” she said. “I want you to stay a while today.”
“I have to go to work,” he said.
Nia tugged his jeans down to his knees, his cock swinging in her face like a pendulum. He pulled his boots off, stepping on the heels, and got out of his jeans. She stood and pressed herself to him, both arms slipping up under his T-shirt, his cock was pressed against her, long as her belly. She pushed the shirt up and exposed him, kissed his stomach while he peeled it away and threw it on their night stand.
Geoff stumbled sideways to the chair against the wall. He pulled it closer to the bed and sat heavily in it, his arm over a skirt Nia had left draped over the arm a few days ago. His hands trembled and he clasped the end of the arms, his hands shaped like claws. His heart was banging against his chest and his cock ached.
They were kissing again, standing toe to toe, amongst the heap of Dino’s clothes, his boots, the robe Geoff had pulled from her earlier. He watched their bare feet on the floor. Nia’s smooth, perfectly formed, manicured and painted womanly things and on either side, Dino’s enormous man feet. Hairy and lined with veins and tendons. They flexed as his weight shifted while his hands explored his lover’s body again.
His hands led her by her waist onto the bed. Nia walked herself back onto it, climbing with her heels as Dino crawled over top of her, still connected with kisses. One of Nia’s arms went around his neck, the other held the end of his cock, loosely rolling that foreskin open and closed over his swelling glans. It was as broad as her thumb.
“Lay back for me,” she whispered to Dino. He flopped to his side, cock wagging, muscles flexing. He pushed himself back up the bed, laying on it where Geoff would lay if he were up reading on his iPad. He was gorgeous. He was tan and handsome with a thick glossy head of hair. Tall, with large hands and long legs. Nia crawled her way up his legs kissing his thighs, her shoulders low, her rump high like a stalking cat.
“Suck my balls, Nia,” he said.
Nia did. She kissed them. Kissed the widening base of his cock and down the cable between his legs, then each side where a large testicle was pulled up high. Her teeth parted and then bit one lightly, her white teeth dragging across its wrinkled surface, collecting a wad of bunched-up scrotum. Then she licked and sucked them, one then the other, pulling it into her mouth and sucking until her cheeks puckered. She’d smile and watch his expression. He gripped his own cock and stared at her with lazy, lustful eyes, biting his own lip.
“That’s it, Nia, suck on my balls. You love sucking on my balls...”
She brushed his hand away with hers and took over, going up and down his shaft with his loose skin. She kissed him up his shaft, up to the end, then pulled it downward and gulped her mouth over his end. She rocked her head on him, pulling her hair up over an ear so Geoff could see her perform.
“Nia, you can suck a cock. I never seen a girl look better doing it.”
Nia kept working him, her slim fingers grabbing a claw full of testicles and her other hand stroking him mid-shaft.
“Bet you never had a girl suck better than her.”
Geoff didn’t know what to say. Wasn’t sure he was being addressed but who else would he be talking to. He tried to say something but his throat had closed over with dryness, formed a caked seal, and he croaked when he spoke. He cleared his throat—
“Fuck, Nia, you do it the way I like,” Dino said. “Suck the head, just the head, that's it, fuck, you're so good.”
Dino held her head and guided her up and down him. Nia gripped his foreskin to hold it from closing over, and she polished her wet mouth over his glistening glans. She had Dino hard now.
She raised up to her knees, spit falling from her mouth and she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand, slurping as she went, and stroking him with her other hand. Dino’s hard cock was huge. A lot like the one from the sex store. Just like she said. What do you think a big cock looks like—they're big, buddy. Sure enough he was as big as that toy. With a lot of foreskin like his wife had told him too. This was her longtime lover. She knew his cock very well. Fucked it and sucked it countless times.
He scrambled to his knees now and faced her, dwarfed her under him. He lay her back on the bed and her legs went out to the side then her feet kicked out as he got over top of her. He held that weapon in his big grip and he was looking in her eyes intensely. She cowered under him, her wet eyes quivering.
“Tell me you want this cock.”
She didn’t answer. His hand stroked his plump end up and down her slick folds.
“Tell me you missed this cock, Nia.”
“I missed your cock,” she whispered.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it, Dino.”
“Say, give me that cock.” Now he was teasing her with it, tapping and plunging inside her a shallow depth, to the flare of his corona.
She gasped, “Give me that cock.”
“I miss this little pussy, Nia.”
“I know.”
“You’
ve got the hottest, tightest...sweetest little pussy ever...”
“Put it in me.”
“That’s it,” he laughed, “that’s it. That’s my horny Nia. She ever beg for your cock?”
Geoff said, “No.”
“I’ve had her on her knees, begging for it.” He eased himself into Nia. Geoff could see her mound swell with his entry and Nia’s hips raised to meet Dino’s. She gasped, “Oh, ah...”
“She did. Pleading with me, Give it to me, Dino, give it to me...”
She sneered. “Just fuck me...”
His hand gripped a bundle of her black mane behind her, pulled her face up to his, her chin tilted up to him. “Yeah, you want it, don’t you? You missed it...” He sunk himself deeper.
“Ah, mm...yesss-ss...”
“He wants to watch me fuck you, huh?”
“Yeah, ah...”
“I want him to watch me fuck you.”
She nodded quickly, her eyes on his, she squeaked an affirmation.
“I’m going to show him all the noises you make, Nia.”
“Ah,” she gasped with excitement. Her knees drew up into Dino’s armpits, exposing herself to his full intrusion. He sunk himself deeply inside her.
“She loves to fuck, doesn’t she?” he said to Nia but addressing Geoff.
Geoff shifted in the old chair, making the wood creak. He was leaned forward, his elbows digging into his thighs, his hands clasped, sweaty fingers slipped through sweaty fingers. “Yeah,” he said.
“I mean, she loves it. She needs dick, right?”
“She does.”
Nia’s face turned up, towards her husband, her expression angry, hating what Dino was saying but taken over by the pleasure she was feeling between her legs.
“Your wife needs dick,” he said, still not looking at him, still with his eyes on Nia’s ecstatic face.