I suppose Robin must have smiled at him, because he returned the expression and took one final sip of his beer.
Then, lightning-quick, he had his hands on the back of her head and was pushing her down to the floor. His other hand was working on the button of his shorts, which dropped to the floor with a soft phloomp that I could hear.
I was disappointed at first that I didn’t have the view that I craved, the one I had imagined so often, of Robin’s face as she took Heath’s cock into her mouth. But there was something almost more erotic, however strange it might sound, to watching the back of her head being pushed back and forth against Heath’s groin, listening to the slurp of her mouth as she serviced Heath. I also enjoyed watching his expression as he looked down at my wife sucking on his cock. “That’s it, suck on that cock, you little slut. Get it all nice and ready.”
Robin kept sucking, and it seemed that she was managing to get the whole thing into her throat, because her forehead was pressing his abdomen in slightly with each movement of her head.
Heath slapped her hand away when she brought it up to his shaft. Then he took her wrist, and reached down for the other. He suspended her hands above her head in one hand. “No hands. Get that whole cock in your mouth, all the way to the base, that’s it…. Yeah, go ahead and gag on it, you know you like it.”
The slurping sounds coming from Robin’s mouth got wetter, stickier, and messier as she continued to bob in front of his groin, her hands held above her head, in a position of ultimate submission.
Well, perhaps not ultimate enough for Heath.
“Look up here, while you’re doing that,” he said. “Show me how much you like sucking my cock.”
It grated inside of me, fire-cold, that I couldn’t see Robin’s face as she evidently looked up at Heath’s scowling face, completely submitting to him. He put his hand behind her head, holding it in place, and began to thrust his cock into her mouth.
The sound became a kind of cacking, gagging sound as he fucked her in the face like a rag doll. First he did it slowly, but then he really got going, jamming his cock into her mouth so rapidly it almost seemed impossible, while Robin emitted a sticky, filthy cack-cack-cack. He pushed her hands down to the back of her head, and Robin folded them behind her head, prisoner-style, while he thrust inside of her some more.
He slowed after what seemed like a dirty eternity, and pulled the length of his cock from her mouth in a long, deliberate movement. I could hear the sticky spit strings draining from her mouth, clinging to his cock, slipping down her face.
Heath pulled her head back by the hair, crouching a little, and then I had a very clear view of him as he slapped his meaty cock against her upturned face. The fat slab splatted on her lips and her neck, and Robin darted her tongue in and out of her mouth, licking at the shaft.
He began to rock back and forth over her lips while she licked at the length of his shaft. “Good girl,” he coaxed. “Good little slut. Grab the heels of those slut-shoes of yours.”
Then he grabbed her again with both hands, pulling on her hair, disheveling her ponytail and pushing her hard and deep into his groin. Robin sucked his cock back into her mouth, and now there was just a plosive sound as he face-fucked her, his own face turning wildly red as he neared climax. “That’s it,” he breathed, getting close. “Just take all that fucking cock, get me started off nice with your little whore mouth, oh, yeah, you want a big load of cum, don’t you? Here it comes, you little slut, open wide.”
I could not believe the way this guy was fucking my wife, using her like a puppet. His face went red and the muscles of his meaty neck strained as he blew his load into Robin’s open, willing mouth. He seemed to be coming forever, and I started to worry that Robin wouldn’t be able to breathe, but at last he pulled his cock – still hard – from her mouth. It slapped against his thigh with a wet splat.
Heath stared down at her. “Open your mouth, show me that you drank up all that cum.”
Jesus.
I could hear Robin panting lightly as she opened her mouth and received a look of satisfaction from Heath. He leaned slightly to the right to get his beer from the counter, still looking down at her. “God, you’re such a slut, Mrs. Smith,” he said. He touched her lips with his fingers and pulled her mouth slightly open. “You just love eating cock, don’t you?”
Robin sucked on his fingertips in answer. Then she stood up and fetched herself a beer from the fridge.
Heath stared at her ass as she turned around, and reached between her legs possessively, feeling her pussy. He smiled, obviously confirming that Robin’s cock-sucking performance had turned her on.
Robin took out a tub of margarine, setting it on the table, and then a couple of beers. Heath looked at the beers, and popped his own bottle from his mouth. “Oh really?” he said. Then he looked at Robin, who was plopping into the chair next to him. “You really are a crazy little slut.”
Heath took a sip of his beer. “I knew you liked that. Girls like you always like it in the ass.”
My mouth fell open and I very nearly made a noise.
I found myself staring at the tub of margarine as Heath sucked on his beer and looked at my wife. His cock was twitching to life at the prospect of what they were about to do, and there was no denying that my own cock was rock-hard, my balls aching. Still… really? Robin had never done that with me, never indicated that she wanted to…
Heath reached for a chair and turned it around so it banged up against the table. “Get up there,” he said.
Robin obeyed, climbing onto the chair and placing her hands on the table. Heath stood up and walked around her, his hands all over her sweaty body.
Now Robin was facing away from me at an angle, so I was going to have a great view of Heath violating her. He placed a finger on her ass and played with it, making a circle around the pink pucker of her asshole. He used his hands to pry her asscheeks apart and give himself a nice view.
He plunged his thumb into her ass without warning, and Robin gasped. He roughly thumb-fucked her, his hand spread out on her ass, firmly holding her in place. “If you want some lube, you’re going to have to earn it,” Heath said, plunging his finger in and out of her ass.
Robin tossed her head back and made a noise that was half-agonized and half-pleased. Then she turned in the direction of the crate I was peering through, and met my eyes. Her mouth was open, and she wasn’t smiling, but she had an erotic, glazed, pleased look on her face. She mewled.
“You want me to lube it up before I put it in your ass?” Heath growled.
“Yes,” Robin breathed. “It’s too big.”
“Then what can you do for me, huh?” He pulled his thumb out of her ass and brought it to her mouth. I stared as Robin swirled her tongue over his thumb and then sucked it into her mouth.
“That’s good,” Heath growled. “That’s a start. Now get your hand down there and play with your cunt.”
Robin slid her hand under her body and her fingers dipped into her glistening cunt. Heath stood back, picking up his beer bottle, and watched. “That’s it,” he said. “Play with yourself, make yourself come.”
A silence fell over the room, except for the squishing, squelching sounds as Robin expertly played with her swollen clit and brought herself close to orgasm. She began to rock her hips, and I could tell she was very close to coming.
Heath reached out and snatched her hand, and Robin let out a low moan. “Not quite yet,” he said. He moved the margarine next to her face. “Now, get your ass ready for me.”
Robin dipped her fingers into the margarine, and then extended her hand over her back and rubbed the oil over her asshole in a slow circle.
“Get it in there,” Heath said. “This is all you’re gonna get.”
Robin reached for more, and then brought her arm back again. I stared as she slipped one finger into her ass, and then another. She plunged in deep, and then brought her fingers out to push another glob of margarine in.
It was sin
gle-handedly the lewdest thing I had ever seen. My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to split.
“You ready for my cock?” Heath said. He couldn't resist getting his thumb in with Robin’s fingers. Together, they pried her ass open, and the pink insides shone in the light. Her tiny pucker was stretching open to an enormous gap.
Heath took his heavy dick in his right hand and brought the bulbous crown to her ass. It covered the hole, and Robin dropped her hand to the table to brace herself. “Oh no,” Heath said. “Get those hands up here and hold your ass open. I want to have a nice view of my cock when I put it in here.”
Robin brought her hands up to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, and Heath pushed forward.
Robin mewled again and started to breath heavily as the fat inches of Heath’s cock slowly sank into her flesh. “Oh!” she yelled. “Oh! It’s too big!”
But she remained as she was, holding her ass, digging her fingernails into her own flesh but not trying to escape the huge cock that was moving forward, filling her ass up.
“You can take it, just open up for me like you did last night,” Heath said. “That’s it. Fuck, your ass feels good. I can’t believe your hubby doesn’t get in here. Fuck.”
Heath shoved the final inches of his dick inside my wife with a forceful thrust. His balls slapped against her pussy with a wet slop and Robin yelled, her eyes squinting shut.
And then Heath began to fuck her, while she clutched her own ass. Her sweaty body slid up back and forth on the table as he rammed himself into her faster and harder with every thrust.
“Oh!” Robin cried. “It’s so big! I can’t take any more, please.”
“You can take it,” Heath assured her. “You’re going to take a big load of cum.”
Robin dropped a hand to the table and pushed up.
“Get that hand back here,” Heath said, and Robin obeyed. “Didn’t you tell me I didn’t ride you hard enough, you little slut?”
“Yes,” Robin breathed.
Heath rammed his cock in deep and Robin moaned. “Well, I’m here to fix that.”
He grabbed her by the hips, locking her hands to her ass with his forearms, and lifted her up. Then he started to really ram into her hard. Robin opened her eyes, and looked at me, her expression a little glazed over as she took the punishing thrusts from Heath.
“Get your hand down there and make yourself come,” Heath said. “I want you to squeeze the cum out of my cock.”
Robin dropped her right hand and worked it under her body, and then she started to mewl again as she brought herself closer to coming. At last, she shrieked, and Heath growled with approval. Then he threw his head back and rammed himself hard into her ass, yelling as his seed filled her up. As his cum filled her ass, I could hear every squelching thrust of him finishing himself off.
Heath stood over my wife for a moment, and then at last he pulled out of her ass. His cock landed against his thigh with the same plat I had heard only a night ago, but now I had a direct line of vision to the gaping hole he had left behind, and his white seed oozing from Robin’s still-throbbing ass in waves.
He slapped her playfully on her bottom. “How’s that for a booty call?” he said. “You finally get enough?”
My chest felt like an enormous rock was pressing on it as I waited for Robin’s answer. She rose up to her knees on the chair and shrugged – that same, defiant shrug she had given me a few times over the past few weeks. “Maybe.”
Heath had his beer halfway to his mouth and he exhaled a laugh, almost like he couldn’t believe her. “You gotta give me some time, though, baby. Damn.” He collapsed on one of the chairs. “Get me another beer, would you?”
Robin walked to the fridge and retrieved a beer for himself, and one for her. She opened them, and set hers on the table next to his. “I have to pee,” she said.
She walked past me and looked down at where I was hiding as she did. She gave me a wink and went into the bathroom, closing the door.
I turned my attention back to Heath, who was chugging his beer, obviously a little parched from his workout with my wife. I could see his cock under the table, twitching back to life.
Robin wasn’t seriously going to fuck him again, was she?
My cock ached so badly I could feel it in my kidneys.
Robin opened the door and walked out. She passed close to the box pile and leaned over to ruffle my hair. I caught a whiff of her scent; her pussy, the briny smell of Heath’s cum, her sweat.
She clicked back across the kitchen, still wearing her heels.
Heath looked her up and down. “What’s with the heels?” he said, grinning.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Robin said. “There are so many things you can do with them.”
Heath set his beer down. “You really are a horny little bitch,” he said. He took a sip of his beer. “Your husband is one dumb fucker,” he added.
Robin brought her bottle to her lips and blew on it gently. “Is he?” she said casually. “How so?”
Heath snorted. “Seriously?”
Robin put her foot up on the table and tipped her chair slightly. “Maybe he’s in on it,” she said. “Have you thought of that?”
Heath shook his head slightly. “Yeah, right.”
Robin shrugged again. “Could be.”
Heath looked a little thrown off his game for a second, and it was immensely satisfying to see him struggle to find a smart-ass response.
Then he shrugged. “Whatever. Chacun ses goûts, as the French say.”
I couldn’t see very clearly, but I think Robin rolled her eyes. “You speak French,” she said disbelievingly.
“Oui,” Heath said unconvincingly.
“Say something else.”
“Jaccques Costeau.”
Robin let out a laugh that was genuine and burned me more than anything else she had done that night.
But it was not a moment meant to last. Heath had other things in mind.
“So,” he said. “What did you plan on doing with those heels?”
Robin stood up, and took a last sip of her beer. “I’ll show you.”
What Robin had planned for those heels was to lie face down on the couch and hold them in her hands, with her knees bent and her chin resting on the arm of the sofa. And then to open her mouth to let Heath fuck her with his filthy cock.
The scene was more obscene than the last, and Heath grunted lewdly as his shaft slipped in and out of Robin’s mouth with a sticky cacking sound that filled the room along with their tepid sweat and the scent of sex. My own view was limited to seeing only Robin’s lips closed around his cock, and the silhouette of her arm stretched back to hold her heels.
This went on for a long time, I suppose because Heath had already dumped two loads into my wife. I was starting to feel sick from the squeeze on my heart and my balls.
Finally, they changed position. Heath slowly pulled his cock from Robin’s mouth. Robin’s face was streaming with watery tears, running mascara, and sticky spit. “Get over here and ride my cock,” Heath said.
He flopped onto the couch, and Robin changed positions, climbing on top of him. I couldn’t see anything besides the back of Heath's head, and Robin’s long neck as it arched up and back. She opened her mouth as she slid onto Heath's cock, and I could hear the wet squelch of her pussy as it closed around him.
Her tits bounced as she began to ride Heath’s cock. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to bob slowly. Heath slapped her ass. “Come on,” he growled. “Ride that cock.”
“My pussy’s so sore,” Robin complained.
Another wet slap of Heath's palm on her ass confirmed that he didn’t much care. Robin bit her lip and started to move faster.
I could see the precise moment when she caught the fever to finish herself off, and if her pussy was sore it no longer mattered to her. Her eyes went glassy and she lifted her eyes toward where she knew I was hiding. But she bucked on top of Heath relentlessly, faster and faster, until
she closed her eyes and let out a strangled moan as she came.
Her body relaxed, and Heath grumbled, but Robin was clearly spent. He thrust up into her pussy a few times, but she went limp like a rag doll.
He threw her onto the couch, stood up to lift her legs. His cock was swollen and seemed thicker than before. Then he pushed Robin’s legs up to her head, so I could see the spikes of her high heels, and fell into her. He rammed his cock hard into her pussy in squelching thrusts until at last he groaned and his eyes rolled in his head as he filled my wife’s cunt with his third load of cum.
I stared at Robin’s high heels, twisted next to either side of her head. She moved her left ankle, rolling it slowly. Heath lifted his body from on top of her and disappeared, collapsing, it seemed onto the couch. Robin’s feet dropped, but she stayed where she was.
For a long time, there wasn’t anything but the sound of their panting, and my own heart and blood pounding in my ringing ears. My cock was now so painfully hard that I felt sick.
Then I heard two slaps, the pat of a hand on skin. “Okay,” I heard Robin say. “You gotta go.”
“Huh?” Heath's voice mumbled. “Man. You really are wham-bam, thank you ma'am.”
Another friendly slap. “Come on. Seriously.”
Heath groaned.
“You can’t sleep here.” Robin’s voice was getting colder by the second.
Heath sat up.
He pushed himself off the couch and found his shorts on the floor. Robin stretched out on the couch. I saw a blanket slide down off the back of it as she covered herself.
Heath leaned over the couch and kissed her. I heard the wet slop of it.
“Give me a call if you want another booty call. I’m going over to Jake’s now if you want to hook up later.”
Robin yawned. “I have to call Tony,” she said.
“That guy,” Heath muttered, deprecatingly. Then, sarcastically: “Oh, right. He’s in on it.”
Robin moved her feet in response. “See ya,” she said.
Heath shrugged, pulled a shirt over his head, and shook his head as he walked out of the cottage.
I waited, unsure of what to do, my whole body aching. I slowly rose up at the same time that Robin peeked out over the top of the couch. She was grinning.
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