by Lexi Archer
Abby managed to smile through her gasps. “A little bit.”
“Remember all those times I had to beg to let you let me try this?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped as she thrust her hips up, as her back arched and her tits, erect nipples and all, pressed towards the ceiling for a moment when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Fuck yeah I remember that,” she said. Her words came out in a moan. Almost everything she said was coming out as either a gasp or a moan. It was a wonder with the way she was writhing that she was even able to form a coherent sentence.
David leaned down closer to her ear. He was talking quietly, but not so quiet that I couldn’t hear him. He looked up and locked eyes with me. It was clear this next part was for me as much as it was for Abby.
“Do you remember how much you had to beg me to do this after a few months? How you loved it so much that you wanted me to do this anywhere? Under the table while we were on a date, in the back seat of your car, in my truck while we were driving to school, even sneaking off before a game under the bleachers for some fun?”
Abby’s eyes closed and gasped every time he mentioned one of the places where he’d apparently worked his amazing magic with his fingers. Damn. He really must be good at this for him to get that reaction out of my wife. Her gasps rose every time he mentioned a new place. Every time an old memory came flooding back to her. And it looked like her pussy was flooding with her juices from the way a wet spot was starting to gather on her shorts in between her legs. I stared at the spot transfixed, stared at the spot where her shorts were moving up and down along with the rhythmic motion of his finger moving in and out of her delightful pussy.
“Oh God yes! It was so fucking good!”
I have to admit I was just as intrigued by the story as I was by the sight of my wife getting fingered by this guy. Even if she wasn’t interested in going all the way, even if she wanted to save herself for marriage back in the day, David was making it sound like my wife was something of a wanton slut. At least she’d been a wanton slut for him. And to hear her confess, to hear her gasps, to hear the truth in her moans as she confirmed everything as he looked at me, as he reminded me that she might be mine now, but she’d been his totally and completely before they even knew I existed, was so fucking hot.
I unbuttoned my shorts and moved my hand inside, rubbing my hand up and down my cock. Through my boxers, to be sure, but the sensation was almost enough to make me blow my load. It was enough that I had to stop, that I had to carefully pull my hand back. I had to reach down and do the same move Abby had done on me so many times yesterday clamping my finger over the base of my cock and making sure I didn’t blow my load.
It was far too early in the fun to do something like that. No, I wanted to enjoy every moment of this forbidden dance that my wife and her old boyfriend were performing. And enjoying every moment meant not blowing my load. Not yet.
I wasn’t pushing myself over the edge, but Abby was damn close to being pushed over the edge herself. Her hips were churning, she was throwing her head back and moaning. She’d stopped running her hands around David’s muscular back and instead she held them down on the sheets. She was pulling up her pink comforter. Gripping handfuls of it as she continued pressing her pussy up, still covered by her shorts, and fucking against his finger as he moved in and out of her most precious treasure.
David leaned down and he was whispering something in her ear. Something that was barely audible, but I could just make it out. I felt a jolt of arousal coursing through my body when I realized exactly what he was whispering.
“That’s it baby. Come for me baby. Go over that edge. Just like you used to. You know how good it was. You know how you like it. I know how you like it baby, come for me just come for me already,” he whispered the same phrases repeated over and over in time with the moans escaping from her lips.
Finally she thrust her body up. His hand trapped in her shorts moved up as her hips pressed towards the ceiling, as she pressed her pussy against his hand, as his finger started moving once more inside her shorts. He held her there, leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth as her entire body arched under the intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As she screamed out to Jesus, God, and David over and over again.
I stared, transfixed. I couldn’t believe this gorgeous creature that was letting out that banshee wail, this beautiful porn star who had another man’s hand buried in her pussy, another man’s mouth on her tits sucking on her nipples as she came harder than I’d seen her come in a good long while, was actually my wife. Not that I was complaining about the show, definitely not. I was just surprised that this was Abby. That this was my gorgeous wife doing this. I was surprised that I was actually finally getting to witness this. I was so fucking turned on.
Abby came down from her high and her hips lowered to the bed. She looked up at David and bit her lip. She glanced over to me and smiled. I returned the smile, though I imagine that it was a slightly sickly smile on my part. I was so aroused, so turned on, so incredibly hot after what I’d just witnessed, and yet there was also a part of me that was still worried. If she’d just had that much fun with another man then how could she possibly want to come back to me? Was she in love with him, or was it just the intensity, the newness of being with him for the first time after so many years?
Her eyes were half lidded as she looked at me. As she seemed to read my mind.
“Oh God Brandon,” she said. “I love you so much. That was so fucking great.”
Hearing her say that alleviated some of my fears. She still loved me. She’d just came on another man’s hands, but she was still mine. All mine.
I saw a flash of some emotion, perhaps anger, perhaps disappointment, in David’s eyes as he heard that, but then he was all smiles. Only I didn’t forget that look. I was definitely going to keep that in mind. With that one look he’d probably just ensured that this was the only time we were going to do this, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t enjoy it, that Abby couldn’t enjoy herself, while we were here. While he was here.
He just needed to remember that he was a convenient cock, a living sex toy that had been invited into our marriage. Not someone who was going to swoop in and take Abby away from me. He wasn’t going to sweep her off her feet and take her back to his little horse ranch to become the woman out of the house.
David looked down at Abby and grinned. “Just like old times, right baby?”
“Mmm,” She purred. “You have no idea. I forgot how good you were with those fingers, but I suppose you had no choice, right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that, which drew a sharp look at from a David but I didn’t care. He needed to remember his place, no matter how hot this was.
“Yeah, I guess I never had occasion to work on my skill with the fingers as much since we went straight to other things,” I said.
Abby looked over at me and rolled her eyes. It was a look that said she understood exactly what I was doing, but she didn’t stop me. Whatever.
“Well I think it’s time I had a little bit of that fun myself, don’t you think?” David said.
Abby growled and pulled him down. They started making out again. This time there was a definite deliberateness to the way David moved. He started tugging down on her shorts, pulling her tight shorts and her panties down at the same time. He kissed down her stomach, then between her legs through her shorts, then he was down on the bed between her legs pulling down, down, exposing her pussy.
I realized that I had no idea whether he’d actually seen her completely naked before. I’d gotten so jealous in the past that it was something that never came up. Only now it was a detail that I desperately wished I knew. Because from the way he was looking at her pussy as it was exposed to him it seemed as though he was staring at her for the first time. Not quite believing that he was actually getting to witness that delicious sight after so many years of waiting and fantasizing.
I could tell even from here that she was slick and wet. I knew just how lubricated my wife could get when she was good and turned on, and after the way she just came on his hand I also had no doubt that she was more turned on now than she’d been in a while. I didn’t really see that as a knock on me or my lovemaking abilities though. She’d been that turned on with me before after all, and I’m sure the newness, the forbidden nature of what we were doing here, was adding something to the experience for her.
David reached her feet and he pulled her shorts off entirely, tossed them behind him without even looking. He was at the end of the bed, and he didn’t even bother to wait for her to try and take his shorts off. No, he just stood and fumbled at his belt for a moment. I noticed with some satisfaction that he was having trouble getting it off. I imagined that he was dealing with more than a little bit of nerves as he pulled his belt off. I could only imagine how nervous he must be that he finally had my wife splayed out before him completely naked. That he was finally going to get to take this all the way. He was finally going to get to consummate their relationship in a way that he’d never been able to do back when they were sweethearts.
Soon enough his pants fell to the ground. His boxers soon followed and his cock sprang out. There were no surprises today, no sir. I’d already gotten a look at him the night before when he was in the woods with my wife, and so I knew exactly what to expect. Her eyes widened slightly now that she was seeing him in the light of day, but she wasn’t seeing anything she hadn’t already seen before back in the day.
Of course even if it was a familiar sight there was a major difference in what he was about to do with that cock. He hopped on the bed again and he was crawling up between her legs. His cock dangled and it looked like he was going to go straight for his forbidden goal. He was going to go straight to pressing his cock up inside her. She was certainly turned on to the point that I had no doubt he wouldn’t have any trouble getting in my wife, petite and tight as she was.
Only as he got up, as they were chest to chest, as I saw his cock disappear between her legs and he started to reach down, no doubt with the intention of a guiding his cock home at long last, she surprised me by moving her hand up and pressing it against his chest.
“No.”
That word hung in the air. I blinked. Had she decided to back out at the last moment? Did she decide she wasn’t going to go through with it? If she did then I’d support that choice entirely, though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a tiny bit disappointed that she decided to back out now.
David looked just as incredulous. He arched an eyebrow as he stared down at her, but he made no move to press forward. Made no move to press his cock up inside her. To guide his cockhead against the lips of her pussy.
“No?”
Abby looked over at me and she was biting her lip. She was obviously deep in the throes of arousal. Which made it all the more confusing to me as to exactly why she’d decide at the last moment to put our fun to an end. What was her game?
“I want you over here with me honey,” she said.
I blinked. “Over there with you?”
Abby nodded and I stood. I wasn’t sure exactly what she had in mind, but whatever she wanted I was more than willing to give it to her as long as it kept this experience going. As long as it made her comfortable. As long as I still got to see the impossible, strangely alluring sight of my wife with another man on top of her.
So I moved over to the bed. I nearly tripped on my shorts which fell to the ground as soon as I stood so I kicked them to the side and climbed onto the bed. She pushed David up and he obligingly moved to the foot of the bed on his knees, sitting there with his cock pressed out looking for all the world like some sort of sculpted statue with his muscular torso and his cock jutting straight out straining for my wife. She giggled as she saw him sitting there.
“What did you have in mind baby?” I asked.
“Lean back against the wall,” she said.
I complied, moving my legs out, and then she moved back to the position she’d just been in, lying back on the bed only this time she didn’t have her head on a pillow. No, this time her head was on my rock hard cock which was straining out through my boxers.
Abby sighed as her head made contact with my cock, as she felt it throbbing underneath her. Her eyes closed for a moment and a wide smile spread across her face.
“This is what I needed,” she said. “I needed to feel it, needed to feel you, while it’s happening.”
I was intrigued by this new development, by this new position. No sooner had she moved her head back then she was smiling and gesturing for David to move back up between her legs. And he seemed more than happy to oblige her. He crawled up, his muscular arms moving across the bed, his cock swinging between his legs as it moved up between her legs. And I have to admit that this angle was definitely much better. I was getting a top-down view of everything as it happened.
I could see clearly as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. As he pressed forward and the head of his cock moved against my wife’s pussy lips. That definitely got a reaction out of her. She jumped as though she’d been hit by an electric shock. Her hips thrust up in much the same way they had while he was moving in and out of her with his fingers. Only this time when she moved her hips up it was his cock that was pressing inside her, it was his cock that was splitting her pussy straight down the middle. That was pressing inside her slick wetness. That slick wetness that, up until this very moment, had only been filled by my cock.
Abby writhed underneath him and the movement of her head against my cock was incredible. I saw his cock disappearing inch after inch inside my wife. He was grunting and staring down at the spot where their bodies came together with intense concentration. He was breathing heavily, and I had no doubt he was thinking he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world getting to experience something he never thought he’d get a chance to as he slowly sank inside my wife. As his cock buried itself until he was in to the hilt. Their bodies pressed together and he let out a deep gasping breath.
For her part Abby still seemed just as it turned on, just as keyed up, as she’d been when he was using his fingers on her. If anything that earlier arousal, that earlier mind shattering orgasm, had probably primed her for one hell of a feeling it now that he was buried inside her. Abby panted and gasped as she looked up and locked eyes with me. God she was so sexy. This was a moment I was never going to forget for the rest of my life. My wife looking up at me, locking eyes with me, her sexy body laid out before me, another man’s cock buried inside her as his muscular body hovered over hers.
“God it’s so big honey!”
Abby turned her attention back to David. Her mouth was open in a gasp of pleasure, she locked eyes with him, and her next words very nearly made me blow my load against the back of her head.
“You fantasized about this for years, well here it is. Fuck me David!”
Abby definitely didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulled out and rammed inside her. There was no slow lovemaking here. No, this was pure animal lust. This was a man who’d fantasized about fucking Abby for a decade, and he was finally getting a chance to bury his cock inside her in the way he’d wanted for so long. He was taking his pleasure, but at the same time he was giving as good as he was getting because Abby threw her head back and gasped. Locked eyes with me and smiled as he pulled out and slammed into her again.
Over and over he pulled out and buried his cock inside my wife, filled her petite pussy with his rock hard dick. I was amazed she was able to take it all so quickly, but at the same time she was so aroused that I probably would’ve been amazed if she wasn’t able to take the whole thing so quickly. Either way I was impressed at the way she was fucking like a champ with so little preparation, is the point I’m trying to get at.
It was odd been up here on the bed with them. Odd and yet so arousing. So incredible. In all of my fantasies of watching Abby with her ex-boyfriend I’
d always been off to the side and definitely not participating. I’d never actually been on the bed with them, never had a front row seat watching his cock plunging in and out of her. Watching her tits bouncing up and down. Feeling the motion of their fucking every time he thrust inside her as her body was thrust against me.
Hell, there were a couple of times he slammed against her with so much force, so much lust, that she very nearly knocked the wind out of me as her head rammed into my stomach.
And through it all my cock throbbed. My cock twitched. The motion of her head moving back and forth, of her hair rubbing against my cock through my boxers, was an incredible sensation. That coupled with watching her getting fucked by another man was almost enough to send me over the edge.
Abby’s cries were like a symphony. Hell, David’s grunts every time he bottomed out inside her delicious pussy, that delicious pussy that I loved so much, were also a turn on. Not quite as much as hearing my wife moan to the feeling of another man burying his cock inside her, but it was still up there.
As his thrusting grew more insistent Abby did something incredible. Something that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. She turned her head to the side, and then she started tugging on my boxers, pulling on them until the outline of my cock was clearly visible. Then she started running her lips along the length of my shaft.
“Oh fuck Abby!” I said as her lips wrapped around my cock through my boxers. “Fuck! Oh fuck!
It took her a couple of tries, but her hand reached up and she managed to fish my cock out. And then a moment later the head of my cock disappeared into her beautiful lips. I felt myself being enveloped in my wife’s mouth as another man continued pounding her. We paused for a moment as Abby adjusted herself, as David allowed her to shift their position, and then she was ready to go again.
David was down in between her legs, his cock buried inside her, his arms to either side of her petite body, his head only a foot or so away from mine as he hovered over my gorgeous wife. She was twisted to the side as she moved her head up and down my cock ever so slightly. The position was awkward enough that she couldn’t get more than a little bit past the head, but that was more than enough sensation for me. I moved my hand down and ran it through her hair as she ran her tongue around the head of my cock, as she moved her lips up and down, pulling them around the crown of my cock and then it back out again.