by Lexi Archer
She struggled for the briefest of moments, and then with a moan her lips were moving down past the head of his cock and onto the shaft. Apparently that alpha male stuff was working even when it came to blowjobs.
I guess I had my answer. It was more of a turn on than a cause to call off the festivities.
The room was quiet except for the slurping sounds of Megan’s mouth moving up and down the length of Michael's cock. She even looked like she was close to fitting the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat, something she wasn't fond of doing with me, and he had at least that extra inch on my cock. I’d managed to cajole her into deep throating me on a couple of occasions, and she was able to press her lips down to the base of my cock without much trouble despite her complaints, but with his I wondered how far she'd be able to go before her gag reflex kicked in and she would pull up.
Eventually she did stop about halfway down and start to pull up, but every time she tried to pull up Michael’s hand was there waiting for her, keeping her head on his dick and preventing her from pulling off entirely. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Here was my pretty wife, her gorgeous mouth and lips wrapped around that dark cock that was a sharp contrast to her tanned but obviously white features. And it looked like every time she moved her head back down she was able to take more of that thing in her mouth.
I licked my lips and stared as her mouth worked his cock. I was getting a sort of perverse thrill out of watching my wife giving head, even if she wasn’t actually giving head to me.
Michael, for his part, threw his head back and seemed to be enjoying the feel of my wife’s mouth on his cock. One hand kept its firm grip on her head and made sure to keep her on his dick whenever she threatened to pull off entirely, but I noticed something odd about his other hand.
He reached down and went fishing in his pocket. What was he up to?
I got my answer soon enough, though I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He pulled out a phone and started thumbing at it. As though he didn’t even care that he was sitting there getting a blowjob from my wife. As though whatever he was doing with his phone suddenly seemed more important than my petite white wife bobbing her mouth up and down on his black cock. She even looked up at him and seemed to get a pissed off look for a moment, though it was hard to tell with that cock buried in her mouth, but then the hotness of him ignoring her seemed to kick in and with a moan she was going at him again.
But no, some of his attention had to still be on my wife’s gorgeous mouth. Finally he put his phone away and looked down to Megan with a grin. She’d managed to make it most of the way down the length of his cock without gagging, only this time when she pulled up he continued pulling on her ponytail until her lips pulled away from the head with an audible pop that seemed to echo against the walls of the basement. She looked up at him with a confused look on her face.
Judging from the way her chest was rising and falling, her tits swaying and looking magnificent, she was disappointed he’d pulled her head away from his cock. Damn. She was completely his, and I was so fucking turned on watching my wife completely losing control with another man. Even if I was free there was nothing I was going to do about it, not and risk ruining this compelling erotic show playing out before me that had my cock so goddamn hard.
He put a hand under her chin and lifted it up until she was looking straight into his eyes. He smiled down at her, a smile of possession. The kind of smile that somebody might give a favored pet. It was obvious that to the character he was playing Megan was nothing but an amusing toy for him. Something to take, use for his pleasure, and to assert his dominance over me. As though he really needed to do anything else to prove that.
This was really going to make things interesting when we came out of this spell we'd fallen under and back to the real world where I was his boss. For the moment I sat back, shut up, and enjoyed the fucking show.
“That mouth feels great baby,” Michael said. “But I really need to know what your tight pussy feels like wrapped around my dick.”
I strained against the ropes holding me in place because that seemed like what I should do in this situation, but it was obvious from the way they were looking at one another that I was completely forgotten. So I cooled it and focused on the show instead. If they were going to ignore me then I was going to enjoy being a fly on the wall.
Megan seemed to have forgotten that she was supposed to be acting out a fantasy where she was being taken sort of against her will as well, because instead of trying to fight it, she leaned back on the couch and spread her legs.
Michael didn’t even bother to pull the lingerie the rest of the way off. He could see exactly what he wanted from his vantage, so what was the point?
Instead he moved his hands down and gripped her translucent thong. It was see-through, and I could clearly see her pussy lips through the thin material. It was obvious she was insanely aroused as I really looked at the spot between her legs for the first time since we’d been making out on the couch earlier. The way she positioned herself during the blowjob made it difficult to see what was going on down there, but now it was obvious that her panties were completely soaked through.
Apparently she was getting really turned on by this whole situation. Could I blame her considering my current state? We were both getting what we wanted in a major way, after all!
Once again Michael didn’t bother with niceties like pulling her panties down. Though I’m sure at this point she would’ve gladly lifted her ass and given him access. But no, that’s not how he wanted to do this. Instead his hands jerked and her panties ripped. I winced as I thought about how much that strip of material cost, but at the same time it was so worth it to see a man ripping through to get at my wife. It was worth it to see the way she gasped as another man took her.
This was it. This was the moment of truth. This was the moment I'd fantasized about for so long. The moment Michael and I had planned for. Her pussy was exposed to him completely. He was staring down at my wife’s most guarded treasure, and there was nothing her husband could do to save her from this predicament. Deep down inside there was nothing I wanted to do to save her from this predicament, of course, even assuming that I wanted to put an end to this fantasy scenario which I most definitely didn't! I had to see this. Needed to see it with a burning desire that surprised me with its intensity even after living with this fantasy for so long.
Michael reached down and ran his thumb along the edge of her pussy lips, parting them slightly but not moving his finger inside.
“Are you ready for a good fuck baby?” Michael asked.
Once again Megan turned to look at me, biting her lip. She didn’t answer him. It was the same scenario that played out earlier when he was getting her to play with his cock, to put it in her mouth.
Only at this point I knew exactly how the scenario was going to play out. He pressed his index finger in to her pussy about half way and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back against the couch and letting out a quiet whimper.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes.” It was a barely above a whisper, but it might as well be a shout for the way it resonated through my ears, through my mind, through my soul.
“I didn’t hear you,” Michael said.
“Fuck me,” Megan said. Again the sound was barely above a whisper, but it might as well be a shout as far as I was concerned.
But that still wasn’t enough for Michael. He turned to grin at me, his finger now buried up to the knuckle inside my wife, pulling in and out. She had her mouth open and was letting out little gasps every time his finger bottomed out inside her. God how I wished that was his cock inside her. How I wished they would hurry it up and get to that moment when his cock was finally buried inside my wife instead of his fingers.
“I want you to say loud enough for hubby over there to hear it,” Michael said.
Once again Megan looked over to me. Held my gaze as she said her next words that nearly had me blowing a load
in my pants.
“I want you to fuck me!”
That time it was a shout and a moan. Damn. Not only was she no longer even playing at resisting, now my wife was so far gone that she was actively asking this guy to fuck her. The fantasy might as well not exist at this point. Her hips bucked on his finger and he laughed as he looked over to me. It was obvious he was getting off on playing his role. Getting off on the idea of fucking another man’s wife and rubbing my nose in it almost as much as he was getting off just on the sublime joy of having his fingers buried in the tight pussy of a woman as gorgeous as Megan.
Michael stood and his pants fell to the ground with a clank as his belt buckle hit the floor. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, nearly ripping a few buttons in his haste to be completely naked in front of my wife. He shrugged off his suit jacket and the dress shirt at the same time and then he was standing there before both of us in all of his glory. Huge muscles rippled and his good-sized cock stood out at a right angle from the rest of his body.
I glanced over to Megan to gauge her reaction to this black Adonis standing before us. It was about what I expected. Her mouth hung open in astonishment, her eyes darting between the muscles of his arms, chest, and legs and then down to the cock swinging between his legs.
Sure she’d just had that thing in her mouth, but apparently seeing it along with the rest of the package, if you’ll forgive my pun, was enough to send a fresh wave of desire running through her. She bit her lip and I wanted to groan. I wanted some sort of sensation that would allow me to cross the edge I was hanging on as I watched the two of them off in their own world of pleasure right in front of me.
Then it was happening. He moved on top of my wife, his arms on either side of her head as he loomed over her on the couch. And as I watched him towering over her I gave myself a mental pat on the back for a decision I made in the past to get an extra-large couch for my home theater. I wondered how hard my cock would've been back in that showroom if I had any idea that it would one day be used to accommodate my wife being fucked by this faux drug dealer while I was tied down and made to watch?
That’s not exactly the kind of thing you think of when you’re in the showroom at the furniture store. Maybe when I was jerking off late at night and trying not to let on to Megan what I was up to, but definitely not at the furniture store.
But apparently he wasn’t done with his teasing. I heard her gasp and I could see his cock swinging between his legs, the head smacking against her pussy lips, but he made no move to actually press it against her pussy with intent.
I had to admire his self-control. If that was me on top of Megan I wouldn’t be able to resist shoving my cock in and fucking her right away. Yet Michael was able to sit there, his arms out to either side of her head, his cock pressed against her pussy, and yet he made no move to fuck her.
“Guide it in,” he said.
Apparently Megan was completely under his sway at this point, because her arm, looking so pale against his chocolate skin despite her tan, moved out and disappeared in between his legs. A moment later Michael let out a groan, presumably as her hand wrapped around his cock, and then she let out a gasp of her own as his cockhead pressed against her pussy.
They were lying at just the correct angle for me to have a clear view as his cockhead disappeared into the outer folds of my wife’s pussy. I had a feeling that once more Michael was working to position himself at just the right angle to give me one hell of a show as he took his wife. I figured it was the least he could do for me considering everything I was doing for him! Megan continued to gasp as he pressed in slowly. Apparently he was willing to give her the time she needed to adjust to his somewhat larger cock pressing inside her.
Though it didn’t look like he was getting any complaints from Megan. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was hanging open in an expression that I could only describe as pure, absolute, bliss. It was obvious she was completely gone as she felt his cock pressing inside her.
Another inch and he let out a grunt. Megan responded with one of her own. In a moment his cock would be deeper inside her than I’d ever been, though again not by much, and it looked like he still had an inch or so to go. Obviously he was discovering new depths, and with the girth he had it was obvious he was stretching her to new limits.
Megan opened her eyes and looked up at him, her clear blue eyes staring into his dark brown eyes. Her mouth opened and I realized she was silently mouthing “fuck me” over and over as she pressed her hips up to meet every thrust of his cock.
That was a request he seemed only too happy to comply with. His cock continued pressing into her pussy, and in another couple of “fuck me’s” from my wife he was buried completely to the hilt. I could see clearly the spot where his pelvis pressed against my wife’s as he took a moment to luxuriate in the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock.
I wanted to throw my head to the ceiling and scream from the frustration of not being able to participate directly, but I knew at the same time that was part of what was making this so hot in the first place. I guess it turns out I was into bondage just a little. I just hadn't found the right circumstances. He glanced over at me again, wanting to see the expression on my face as he buried himself inside my wife, and I couldn't help but grin and wink at him. I just hoped he didn't take that as a sexual wink. It was more of a "good job, go get'er Tiger" sort of wink since my hands were tied up and I couldn't exactly give him a thumbs up.
He pulled out and shoved that entire length back in slowly, though with the next thrust he was picking up the pace. Megan’s tits jiggled under those thrusts, and she was letting out a quiet grunt every time his cock bottomed out inside her.
In another moment they were going at a steady pace. He wasn’t exactly pounding her, but he also wasn’t fucking her slowly or gently by any measure. I watched, transfixed, as his dark cock moved in and out of my wife’s beautiful pink pussy. I felt a confusing churning mix of emotions as I watched that sight I'd fantasized about so many times. I felt sick to my stomach, but at the same time I was so hard. I was so turned on. And arousal was winning out over the sick jealous feeling even as that added to the sampling of emotions and drove me crazy.
I looked up to Megan’s face. It was screwed up in an expression of delicious pleasure. Her mouth was wide open and every time he bottomed out inside her she let out a moan that was quickly turning to screams. It was obvious he was giving her something special. Fulfilling that fantasy that she'd apparently had for almost as long as I'd dreamed of watching her with another man, if not longer, and been afraid to admit to me. Well hopefully this would teach her that honesty was the best policy. She was screaming and moaning in a way I’d never heard before, but in a way that was music to my ears even if it was another man who was making that music.
Especially because it was another man making that music!
I willed him to fuck her harder, to hear my wife moaning even more. It was still odd how I was turned on even though it was another man who was fucking her, and that oddness was thrust into the limelight even if I'd long ago made peace with the fantasy. Megan was the love of my life, the most beautiful woman in the world as far as I was concerned, and seeing her in action was a turn on even if I wasn’t part of that action. And yet still there was that streak of jealousy that added to the enjoyment as I was treated to the world's most intimate porno starring my best friend from work and my wife.
Megan ran her hands up and down Michael's back, and then her fingers arched and she was scratching down his muscled back which was pulsing with the every thrust he made deep inside her body. He was grunting, but the grunts were more than drowned out by Megan’s screams and moans.
Then her back arched until her tits were pressing against his chest, white skin pressing against black as she threw her head back, her mouth open, and a wail escaped her lips that was like nothing I’d heard from my wife ever before. Her body stiffened and shuddered as he continued to plow his cock in and out of her as an
orgasm hit her.
I watched in fascination. To see her going over the edge, losing herself like this with nothing but another man’s cock buried inside her was a new, fascinating, and deeply arousing experience.
Then his thrusting started to become more erratic. Shit. He wasn’t wearing a condom. I'd bought some just for the occasion, we didn't keep them around the house since she was on the pill, but I hadn't even brought it up because I'd been so caught up in the moment. Too late now, I suppose. It was a good thing she was on the pill!
“I’m close baby,” he said.
That seemed to bring her back to the real world. She looked up at him and her eyes opened wide. A smile played across her face.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said. "Come inside me Michael!"
That was all Michael needed to hear. He pressed his cock down inside her and she closed her eyes again. Instead of the long slow strokes he’d been using, these were short staccato thrusts as he let out a yell of his own that was almost a match for the screams Megan had let out. I knew that with each short thrust he was burying his cock inside my wife and filling her with his seed.
The vision before me was driving me insane with desire!
Apparently Michael blowing his load inside her was enough to send Megan over the edge again. He buried his cock in her to the hilt one more time and she let out another scream, not quite so loud as the one she’d let out before, but it was obvious she was riding the wave of another orgasm as she felt his cock twitching inside her filling her with his seed.
I thought the turn on of the moment couldn’t be any greater, but then he looked over at me and his face was covered in a huge grin. White teeth shone against his dark skin as he looked me straight in the eye while he unloaded his cock inside my wife.
I loved it. Damn.
Then it was over. He finished blowing his load and pulled out. Megan’s pussy was slightly red where he’d been fucking her, and as I watched a trickle of his cum leaked out and ran down her thigh. The trickle soon became more than that.