by Selena Kitt
“Whose cock?”
“Yours.”
“In your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“In your cunt?”
“Yes.”
“In your rectum?”
“Oh Jesus, yes.”
A thrill goes through both of us when I say rectum. I’m not sure why. The violation, the intimacy, the sense of breaking through boundaries, of exposing our desires and her surrender to you, her husband. To me, the arranger who cannot remain impartial to the arrangement ort to her, this beautiful woman whose body is a power station of desire.
Between her thighs my fingers spread wide, pushing so she has to open her legs a little further. I cup her mound and valley, her entire pussy, wanting to grip it as I would grip my cock if I were somewhere else, alone. Then I take the other hand and slide it down her buttocks and my finger works its way into her anus and then up into her rectum. I kiss her mouth and then her ear and then her neck. I am tempted to send everybody home and take her to the bed and mount her and fuck her lovely cunt until the semen churns in my balls and through the shaft and spurts into her body. Then I look up and see the others. You, her husband, utterly deconstructed by your desire, your hand moving slowly on your pent-up dick. And then Emil and Joshua, black and white, two men whose destiny is in their cocks, who look at Isobel wanting to enter her again, to fill her.
“I’ll help you stand,” I say to her.
I get to my feet first then put my hands beneath her arms and draw her up.
She stands, breathing hard. I go behind her and untie the scarf that binds her wrists.
“Are you okay?” I ask
“Oh yes,” she says. “Is my husband enjoying this?”
“He is.” I wonder if I should take the blindfold off and show her.
“How do you know?”
“His cock is very hard.”
“What’s he doing with it?”
“He’s stroking it. Not too hard because I think he wants to come but he wants to wait until the other guys come in you.”.
“And what are they doing?”
“Waiting. Emil and Joshua. They’re hard as rock. They want you.”
“They’re different than my husband.”
“Yes. Longer. Bigger. They’re not married to you.”
“Ah.”
“Emil didn’t want to take his cock out of your mouth.”
“I didn’t want him to.”
“You’ll have it back in your mouth. Your cunt.”
She thrills with the word cunt.
“And Joshua? He was kind of relentless, the way he moved. He put it in me and his cock kept going, back and forth, I didn’t want him to stop.”
“I’m going to take you to the bed. They want to put their cocks back inside you.”
“Yes. Are you going to fuck me?”
I pause. I don’t always fuck the women in these situations. I didn’t always want to. But Isobel is different. She’s beautiful and sexy not in any ordinary way, she has a mouth that I would want to live with and I love the full swollen shape of her pussy. I want her alright.
“Yes, I say. I’m going to fuck you. When the others are done.”
“Oh, my.”
“And now, time for you to go to the bed. I’ll walk you over and I want you to lie on your back with your arms out. Across the bed, side to side.”
“Okay.” She nods.
“Would you like me to take off the blindfold?”
She shudders, quietly. “Yes, but not yet.”
“Right, then.” I put my hand beneath her hair and press her forward. At the bed I turn her and tell her to sit. She sits demurely, her hands in her lap. She’s still wearing the skirt and beneath it her panties must now be soaked with oil and juice. She’s also wearing the shirt, unbuttoned, hanging down outside her breasts.
I go round the bed to the other side and climb behind her. I take her by the arms and pull her back until she’s lying across the bed with her arms out parallel with the edge and her head falling over so that her hair hangs toward the floor. I caress her arms, first one then the other. I run my hand over her face and throat, down between her breasts. Then I cup each breast in turn, moving it slightly with my hand. I climb off the bed and squat down beside her head. I kiss her, holding her head in my hands. My tongue scrapes across her lips. I pull off my trousers and stand and open my legs over her face. I bend slightly so that my balls scrape over her forehead and across her eyes until they settle on her lips. She opens her mouth and with her lips she sucks my balls. I give it just a few seconds, I don’t want to succumb just yet, then rise again and step back. It is not my turn.
I beckon to Joshua. “You can take her mouth,” I say.
Joshua comes round and puts his hands on the bed close to her arms and runs the head of his cock over her face until finally he inserts the tip between her red lips. My heart jumps as I see him enter her mouth, his cock moving slowly, without urgency, her cheeks concave as she sucks him in, the shaft making headway until the skin of his belly touches her chin.
Then I beckon to Emil. He doesn’t need me to tell him what I want him to do. He leans down to the bed and takes her ankles, spreading them a foot or so apart. He runs his hands up her legs, beneath the skirt, then he lifts the skirt and pushes it back until it lies above her hips. It looks ravishing at her waist, the soft cloth falling to the bed. He reaches between her legs and takes the sodden panties by the gusset and pulls them off, slowly, drawing them down her legs. Then he stands looking at her open thighs, at her wet pussy, at the beautiful labia and the glistening entrance to her sex.
As his hands move over her legs she raises her hips. When he stands back she spreads her legs further, raising her hips, wanting to be fucked by his eyes.
I reach out my hand and place it over her mound, the fingers falling between her thighs. I watch her face. The long white cock is sliding through her lips. I feel the heat from beneath the red mask, the heat from her pussy, the heat that runs like electricity along my fingers, hand, arm, all the way to my throat.
I nod to Emil. He kneels on the floor and slides forward between her legs, his hands beneath each of her thighs. He pushes her legs up and his mouth opens on her pussy. Her chest heaves. I stand at the end of the bed looking at the picture I have painted.
You are in it, her willful husband, risk-taker, a lone man separate from what he most desires, your penis in your hand, thighs open to let your heavy balls hang, your heart not empty but overfull, your brain holding everything back, even the orgasm you want so much but are afraid of. I want to see you end this on an upward note. You will, but keep it steady, keep the rhythm slow and do not give yourself up to the urge for instant pleasure. She is aware of you, her husband, but she wants you to stay back and take it all in, the way she is prepared to open her body to men other than you. She wants you to see and smell the pleasure that these other men are giving her, the pleasure she is giving them.
I stand back, the fourth naked man now that I have dropped my trousers and taken off my shirt. I keep my hands to myself but my cock is as hard as any on the cock in the room, maybe harder.
Isobel’s body is all movement, her head tossed by the thrust of Joshua’s cock, her hips by the sway of Emil’s mouth between her legs.
I kneel, seeing the sweet soft skin of her thigh, the glint of her anus. I speak to Emil.
“It’s time,” I tell him, “time to go to the next stage.”
He withdraws, taking his mouth from her cunt. Her hands rise from the bed and speak of loss the way her mouth no longer can.
But it doesn’t last. Emil lies on the bed beside her, his hand at the shaft of his cock, the cock itself rising like the trunk of an olive tree.
I speak quietly to Joshua. There is a smile on his face. He was about to come. Such a lovely mouth to come in, I think. He steps with achingly slow speed away so that his cock slides from her mouth and across her face. He stands back, waiting for me to tell him and when I speak he takes h
er by the arms and I lift her at the hips and together we place her face down on Emil’s body, her legs parting and her knees finding the sheet of the bed.
Emil puts his hand to her shoulders and pushes her up and back until she is almost upright on his body. He takes his cock in his hand and moves it until the head is between her labia and then he puts those big long-fingered hands on her shoulders and presses her down. We can see his cock enter her slowly, swelling her cunt, filling her, right to the base of the shaft. Emil closes his eyes and cries out in guttural joy.
She lets her head fall back and lifts herself then drops, her mouth open.
Emil moves his hips. Then her snakes his arms around her neck and his hands open out on her shoulder blades and the back of her head and he pulls her down so that her head lies beside his, her rump in the air, her knees bent, and he thrusts up into her cunt fast, his breath panting.
I catch Joshua’s eye. He climbs onto the bed behind her and licks a pair of fingers and rubs the saliva on her anus, pressing in. I go to my bag and take out a bottle of Liquid Silk and take it back to the bed and squeeze some of the lube onto his fingers and he puts them back and inserts first one finger into her ass, turning it, moving it, then the other, hooking the two fingers round the muscle. She is more than ready.
There is silence in the room, tension, we know that this is a final moment, a heady plateau, a combination of everything that has happened so far. Joshua moves his hips forward until his cock is resting against her anus, he looks around with a smile on his face then pushes the helmet in. He lifts a little, moves forward, the bulb of his cock head enters her and he drives with delicate slow movements into her ass.
We watch as Joshua and Emil find their rhythm. They mesh with each other. Joshua takes her hair and pulls her head back. Her mouth is open, lips moving against her teeth. There is pain in her face that lasts a few moments. His left hand moves round and cups her breast. He moves slowly, rhythmically. Her arms lie either side of Emil’s head. The motion of their cocks inside her forces her forward so that her chin rests on his forehead. The momentary pain gives way to something else, something beyond pleasure. I watch, breathless with the sensual beauty of what I am watching, this beautiful woman held in the cocoon that two men are making as they take their pleasure in her.
I stand back. I watch. My cock is hard as it has ever been. I envy both men. But now it is time to bring this to its peak. I call to you, tell you to get off the bed, to move round to your wife’s head, to stand in front of her. I want you to glue your eyes to the movement of her hips as two men, one black and one white with tattoos covering his body, fuck your wife into the throes of ecstasy. I want you to join them.
“Move forward,” I say. “Rest your balls against Emil’s forehead.”
I know that Emil won’t mind, his whole self is concentrating on the tight cunt that is swallowing his cock to the base.
“Slide your cock into her mouth,” I say, almost shouting. “Your cock is about to be sucked by the most beautiful whore in the world. Take her, let the sap rise in your balls and up your shaft.”
You have already joined them. You’re so excited, you can stop being a voyeur for the moment. I can hear her breath, see the quaking of her body as three cocks move inside her. I see that everyone is ready to come.
Emil’s hips move faster. He says, “Babe, you want me to come in your pussy?”
“Yes,” she cries, her voice parting over your cock as it slides into her throat.
Joshua is also moving faster. He is careful not to tear her. His long cock is sliding in and out of her, Isobel, your wife, his breath is labored and I hold myself and I’m overwhelmed by the awe I feel as his buttocks clench and his body shudders and he cries out like a lone animal and I can almost feel the semen jetting into her ass.
And as he slows I hear a similar sound from Emil as he comes too, filling her, I watch her shudder and call your name, call to you to finish her, to fill her, to give her your sperm, shoot it down her throat.
The moment climbs to a peak and you, too, clench your hips and ass and I know that you have unloaded all that need, that overwhelming desire, into your wife. The moment becomes calm. Your bodies slow, stop, fade. Joshua pulls out of her and slides back off the bed. You withdraw your spent cock from her mouth and stand in awe, simply looking at your wife.
She allows Emil to push her from his body. She falls from him onto her back.
She lies with her legs open and her arms straight out, her head resting on the bed, her lips still moving slightly.
Emil climbs off the bed, his cock dripping with his own semen and your wife’s cunt.
Emil and Joshua are friendly guys. They’re good men, and this is not the first time they’ve fucked other men’s wives while their husbands watched. They retreat from the bed and shake hands with you and the three of you stand in a corner of the room making your way through some kind of conversation. I see that you are quick to start getting dressed. Joshua and Emil know each other well and are comfortable standing around with their spent cocks hanging.
I turn my attention to the lovely Isobel. She lies on the bed, legs apart, one leg hooked at the knee. Her arms are loose, hands turned palm upward. She breathes slowly. I lie down beside her on my right side, my upper body resting on my elbow. I keep my hips a few inches away from her. My cock is swollen and hard as it can be, the nerves between my navel and my thighs are electric with anticipation and desire. I look down at her face. With the fingers of my left hand I stroke her cheeks and jaw and then her hair. Her lips open again. I lean my head down and put my lips to hers. It’s her I taste though in the layers there’s the salt residue of your semen. It turns into a kiss and her head lifts slightly from the bed as her mouth opens to take my tongue.
“Take off the blindfold,” she says in a whisper.
I put my left hand to the back of her head and undo the silk cloth that has shielded her from the men whose cocks have emptied themselves into her body.
The mask comes off slowly and her eyes blink and then open wide and she looks at me.
“Hello,” she says.
“Hello.”
My left hand draws the red silk over her face and throat, across her firm breasts with their nipples still aroused, still standing like little bullets, over her belly until I reach the vee between her open thighs and I stroke her pussy with the cloth. Her eyes start to follow my hand but then they come back to my eyes. There are questions there, a yearning, a hope.
“Did you come?” I ask.
She pauses. “Yes,” she says. “And no.”
As I thought.
Gently I stroke the skin inside her thighs. Draw the silk cloth over and then between her labia, press it with the tip of a finger so that it goes in a tiny bit, then a bit more, then further. After a few moments I pull it out sharply and she gasps. Her legs widen.
I run the tip of my tongue over her face: cheeks, lips, nose, eyes. My hand does the same with her pussy, with her ass. My fingers move through her own juice, the liquid of arousal, the viscous semen that two men have only just pumped into her. I caress her skin, the folds of her sex, probe gently the shiny entrance to her cunt. My tongue trips across her lower lip then I press it in and my lips follow, kissing her as though she were mine and I hers.
I open my eyes and look up and see that you are glancing nervously at the bed, at your wife and me, but you turn quickly back to finish off some joke that you’re sharing with the two men.
Isobel is whispering. Her eyes are searching me. She moves her mouth away and says, “Make me come. I want to come hard.”
My hand covers her pussy. My other arm lies beneath her neck and my hand grasps her shoulder and pulls her head to me so I can kiss and kiss and kiss her mouth. My fingers enter her and move quietly but firmly, sliding in and out of her cunt and over her clitoris, in and out and then across the ragged surface of her clitoris until I feel her breathing deepen and her hips thrust up against my hand, Her back arches.
I feel her hand on my cock. It’s electric. My cock is all nerves. She draws a finger over my balls, up the shaft, over the head and then she wraps her hand around me and begins to pump.
She says, “I want your cock inside me.”
I move my whole body and climb to my knees and lift my left leg and place it between her thighs and follow it with my right leg. I push my arms beneath hers and my hands take her by the shoulders so I can pull her so hard against me that our bodies will meld.
I lie between her legs. My thighs press against the inside of her thighs, opening her. I move my hips forward until the swollen head of my cock slips between her labia and waits at the entrance to her cunt.