by KT Morrison
Omar kissed the back of Kiley’s neck and she tilted it for him. He kissed her and bit at her nape. He put his arms around to the front and lifted her shirt slowly for Mitch to see. He watched Mitch look at her being revealed. Watching as he could see the skin of her flat belly, wanting to see more. Kiley lifted her arms and he pulled the shirt over her head. He kissed her shoulder and with a hand at the small of her back he sent her to Mitch. Mitch looked like he didn’t know what to do. He let her come to him and put his arms around her back. He looked over at his wife, and she didn’t give him anything, just standing there with her hands clasped together, one foot on top of the other one. Kiley stood up on her toes and kissed at him. He was reluctant but he kissed her back.
Kiley kissed Mitch’s stiff mouth, she could feel the tension in him. Felt him wanting to pull away. She backed off, keeping it less intimate. She made sure he was watching and she hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties, she wiggled herself out of them keeping her eyes on him. She stepped out of them and stood in front of him and let him look at her. She could see him swallow.
She looked over and watched Omar cross to Kate and kiss her on her neck. Kate leaned back and let him, touching her fingers along his arm as he put his hand on her waist. Mitch was watching too. She took the bottom of Mitch’s shirt and lifted it, kissing him on his chest. He pulled it off and put his arms on her shoulders. She ran her hands over him, feeling his chest and then along his back. She put her hands into his waistband and looked up at him. He was aghast but she could see he wanted it. She pulled them down slowly, lowering them over his dick. It popped out and she saw that it was pretty small. Not the smallest. Small for someone as big as Mitch. She let his pants fall to the floor and put her hands over it, cupping him, holding him.
She looked back at Kate and Omar and she had a brief chill. Omar had Kate’s top off now and his lips were on hers. Her breasts were bare. It felt so strange to see her friend like this, naked and intimate. Kate looked over and smiled at her, saw her with her hand on her husband’s penis, pulling on it, wanting it to get hard. Kate smiled at her, and closed her eyes as Omar kissed her neck.
Kate felt the scratch of his beard as he kissed her collar and neck. There was something she wanted to do, she couldn’t wait to do. But part of the fun was anticipation, so she let Omar take the lead. Let him squeeze her breasts with his strong hands, felt him run them along her back, and into her panties. He put his hands on her cheeks and squeezed them hard, lifting her up on to her toes. It made her feel wet instantly. She could hear that she was wet. She made a little gasp, and he did it again and bit her lip. She felt him slide her panties down over her hips and she let them fall. She pushed him back and looked at him, biting her own lip now. He took off his shirt and faced her. Her hands traced over his chest, and down his stomach. She slipped her hands under his waistband and felt for his cock. Couldn’t wait anymore. She took it in her right hand, her fingers feeling so cold against its heat. It was so big. Much bigger than Mitch when he was hard, but so soft. It was strange to feel one so large yet so pliable. She grabbed his balls with her other hand, held their weight. He was hung like she’d never felt before.
He took her hands away by the wrists, whispered in her ear, Come and see and he sat himself in the wingback, grey light on him from the window. She looked at him sitting in the chair looking up at her knowing what she wanted. Confident smile on his face, and yes, she did want it. She wanted to see him hard, she wanted to see what she had seen in that picture. She wanted to feel that thing in her hands, climb on it, feel it push her apart. She kneeled between his legs and put her hands to his waistband. Her hands were trembling almost uncontrollably. Like she was freezing. The spasms coming in waves. He laughed and she heard him say something to her but it was in French. He helped her, both of them pulling down the satiny shorts, him lifting himself off the seat to get them down. His flaccid cock fell across his thigh. A dark red-brown, uncircumcised, fat thing. She lifted it and stroked it, watching it wriggle in her hand.
Mitch couldn’t get hard. He stood there, felt his teeth chattering. He felt shrunken, shrivelled. Kiley’s foreign fingers on him felt vaguely medical. Like a procedure. He saw Kate put her hands down Omar’s shorts. So she’d felt it now. Was her heart racing? He could see her trembling.
Kiley sat him down, his dick felt like it had gone back up inside him. She kissed him, licked her fingers, and put her fingers on him again. Slippery, rubbing over his tip. She looked over at Kate and Omar. Mitch could see Kate was between Omar’s legs now, he was naked and Kate was staring at the huge cock in her hand. It was disgusting. A sagging, big brown wrinkled thing that squirmed in her grip. So different than what Mitch had. It was like it was a different thing.
Kiley pulled at him while everyone in the room seemed to watch Omar getting bigger and harder, the end of it still flopping around, left and right. Kate stretched him out and draped it over his leg. They watched her pull his scrotum out from under him. She put one of his large balls in her mouth and pulled on it gently. Omar put his head back. Kate licked along the underside of his cock, all the way to the tip, pulled on the end of his foreskin with her lips and looked up at him. She put her hand back on it and stroked him. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. He was harder now, and the head of his cock was coming out of his foreskin as she jerked it. Kate pulled his foreskin back and put her mouth over him.
Mitch looked at Kiley. She was staring at Kate. Thought it must be weird for her to see Kate like this too. Or maybe it wasn’t. What if this wasn’t their first time? He hadn’t thought of it before. The two of them as roommates, fucking guys in their bed together. The same bed where Mitch was first with Kate.
Kate had it hard now, her hand barely meeting around it. The engorged head of it looked like a doorknob in her tiny hand. Mitch felt himself begin to stiffen under Kiley’s fingers.
10
Performance
Mitch’s hand felt tentative in hers, like it was somewhere far away. Kiley walked Mitch into the bedroom, a few steps behind Kate and Omar. There was another one of those awkward silent moments, the four of them naked at the foot of the bed, where no one really knew what to do next. Kate looked at her, then went to the side of the unmade king-size, got on and lay herself back. Kiley climbed up from the bottom, tugging Mitch behind her and he followed, one hand between his legs covering himself.
“Let’s watch them go first," she said. Kate had told her that in the bathroom at the busy diner in the morning. She wanted to go first. Have Mitch watch. She sat with him side by side, cross-legged in the cotton nest of bunched up bed sheets. She moved his hand away with hers, slipping under his drawn up bag, felt his constricted member in the cleft of her hand where it met her wrist.
Omar put his knee up on the bed, kissed Kate on the lips. Kate’s hands found his outstretched cock, wrapped around it. He pushed her back with kisses along her neck and her chest, and then leaned over and flicked on the table lamp next to the bed, a squat wide-shaded ivory thing that lit them up in a warm yellow light. She could see Kate looking up at Omar, a wet white spot of light in her eyes, admiring him, his firm body, the masculine edges of muscle cast in shadow. He got down on his hands and knees over her, putting his head on her chest, running his tongue down between her splayed breasts, down over her sternum, creasing her belly. He kissed and bit at her there, working his way to the unshaven mound between her legs. Kate instantly inhaled as his tongue found her in there, and she arched her back, hissing between clenched teeth.
Kate pulled at his hair, felt him in her nest, his tongue pushing on her folds, warm and wet, sliding over her. She squeezed her legs together, holding him against her but stopping him. She didn’t come all this way for some foreplay, as nice as it was. He looked up at her, his steely eyes framed in her thighs and her wispy patch of hair.
He got up to his knees, looking down, serious. He ran his hands over her bent legs and she saw how large his hands were against her. The touch of his finge
rs in the soft flesh of her thighs shot through her, feeling it between her legs, aching for it. His cock hung between his thighs, wide as her wrist.
“Do we have any lube?” she said, turning to Kiley, her voice very small in the big room. Kiley left Mitch sitting there, looking at her grimly, while she went to the bathroom to get something. She turned away from him and looked at Omar. She reached down and held his cock. She stroked it, wanting it to be returned to its most turgid state. She sat up a bit and pulled one of the big white pillows behind her to prop her up.
When she’d first touched it, picked it up off his leg, it was like a warm, sticky bag handed to her, feeling something moving inside just under the surface, something menacing stirring, awakening. But it had changed, it was firm now but yielding, the glint of a table lamp rimming the grey lip of the corpulent head stretching itself out now from its furrowed sleeve. She ran her thumb along its chin, a wide cleft, black opening in its heart looking at her. It was like a monument to her sexuality, a throbbing totem in her hand.
She gauged his size with her hands; more than three lengths of her fist along the knuckles, and thick all the way even around the head. Kiley bounced back onto the bed and dropped a little blue tube next to her elbow.
The lube was a blue gel and Omar watched Kate squeeze a swirl into her hand the size of a Euro. She rubbed her hands together quickly, then gripped his cock and slowly went up and down his length. He smelled the medicinal mint of the lube. Kate put her hands between her legs, wiping herself off down there. Her face was all business, getting this done.
It turned him on to see this little housewife made so horny by him, by his cock, that she would pay for his vacation if he would fuck her with it. He was really hard right now, felt the ache behind his balls, and he couldn’t wait to watch her expression as he put on a show for her, slid himself inside her inch by inch.
She was beautiful on her back, soft but still shapely, her huge tits falling over her arms, big pink nipples, brown at the tips where they were hardened. Kiley was watching and she looked like she was into it, wanted to see what would happen, but Mitch looked like he was trying to find a voice that would stop Omar from putting his cock inside his wife. Omar knew he wouldn’t, his sexy little wife owned him, had his tiny dick in her pocket.
His cock looked so huge pressed up against her. He saw it dark against the white skin of her belly and wondered how it was going to fit inside her, the tip of it nesting in the hollow of her belly button. The feeling of deep dread that had rationalized how wrong this whole evening would be and gave him the agency to stop it was gone and all that was left was a lurid desire to watch what his wife would look like fucked by this swinging mule cock. It sickened him, the prospect so horrible that his jaw was tightened and his temples ached.
She had stroked Omar hard again, her little hand shiny from the lube. The big diamond engagement ring he’d spent half a work day picking out that snowy morning six years ago twinkling in the lamp light. Everything was in place.
She looked up at Kiley and then over at Mitch, and put out her hand for him to hold it. Mitch took it and felt her squeeze him. At least they were in this together. Mitch felt himself harden between Kiley’s fingers, swiftly and urgently.
Omar stroked himself and he asked her if she was ready. She watched his hand on his cock and nodded, eyes half-lidded. He brushed his big swollen end against Kate and Mitch could hear the scratching of her pubic hair. He pushed against her gently, not entering, but finding his way and getting some of her dampness on him. Kate bit her lip in fearful anticipation. He gripped it in one hand and rubbed it against her sex in circles and up and down, doing it firmly. Mitch heard wet smacking noises and knew it was about to happen.
He pushed into her again. There was a lot of resistance and Kate made a little-girl gasp. He pulled it back and wet his tip further and slid in again. There was more resistance, and his push slowed but he persisted and she accepted it. There was a soft wet sound as he slid that enormous head past her muscle. Mitch’s cock pulsed and a long stream of pre-cum ran over Kiley’s thumb and down his erection. Kiley feathered the slippery tip with her finger and thumb. He tried to thrust it into her hand wanting her to grip it but she kept tickling away. More pre-cum poured out. He flexed again and again and it just kept coming. It almost felt like an orgasm but there was frustratingly no release.
“You turned on by seeing your wife get what she wants?” She was stroking him now, whispering in his ear so she wouldn't disturb this sick little sex show.
Omar inched it in slowly, backing up an inch for every half inch gained. Kate squeezed his hand hard, feeling her nails dig into the backs of his fingers. She said, Wait. He paused against her. Mitch looked between their legs and felt a bit sick at the sight of Omar’s big wide cock halfway into his wife.
Kate began to grind gently against him and he let her. He stayed motionless and let her work on to him. The slick wet sounds came again as her body began to slowly accept this large, foreign invader.
They both got their hips working in contracted circles and Kate began sighing with each tiny thrust he gave her. She was slowly working her way down his shaft, wet thrust by wet thrust. He pulled back almost all the way out and plunged in again. She accepted it, and he did it again. He propped himself up and pushed himself in deliberately deep. Kate’s pubic pad bulged up with his entry and she cried out.
It felt so wrong inside her. Not her husband. Not her husband's size. Too big. Not how this was supposed to feel.
But it felt so good, felt like she'd hoped it would. She had to search for that pleasure somewhere past the strange feeling of being stretched too far. Like stretched to the limit. She felt like she could tear. Every time he thrust himself inside her, despite the pain, a carnal charge shot through her brain, wanting more and more of him. Every time he withdrew it felt like she was being pulled out with him, turning herself inside out. That was when she feared he was too much, just for a moment, then he thrust himself in again and she felt a tingle from her heart to her fingertips. Wanting to be fucked.
She felt exposed to her husband, naked in a new way. Not like she was on her bare mattress in the apartment in Finsbury Park when he clumsily undressed her and she let him fuck her while she gripped the chipped metal rails of the Charity Shop headboard above her. And not like when he unclasped the hook on the back of her shamelessly white ball gown in the Honeymoon Suite at the Langham and politely acted like he was seeing her for the first time. She felt like she was sharing with him the darkest depths that she travelled. The hidden desires and the abyss of her lust. This was her exposed and she wanted to be seen by him. And instead of pushing through the shame, seeking out only the pleasure in this deplorable act, she embraced it, felt her husband's eyes on her, wanting to make him see her for what she was.
She looked up at Omar, his masculine face snarling at her, the ripple of the muscles of his torso as he fucked her. The veins stood out on him, a network from his shoulders down his strong arms. She clawed at his neck, resisting the pain like a bitch being mounted, then pulled him into her scratching at his back.
At first it was really hot. She watched Kate take him deep inside her and the sounds she made filled up the room. It almost sounded fake but she sort of knew it was real. She’d been there before. Kate clawed at his back while they got themselves going, her legs wrapped around his hips. Kiley watched Omar thrusting into her, slow at first, saw the muscles of his back, the flexing cheeks of his rounded rump, and got herself a little turned on from seeing him from this angle. She'd caught a glimpse of themselves once, in a sliver of mirror in a cheap motel in Florida, the same view but she'd turned away, ashamed of the pleasure she saw contorting her face.
Then the more it went on seeing her take it, her heels digging into him, spurring him, telling him how big he felt, slapping at him as he got too deep, getting on her side her legs shaking, arching her back and scratching at the bed, the flipping her over and the yelp she gave when he got back in her
, then more frenzied fucking, her gasping, and yipping, the ah, ah, the Fuck me, fuck me—it got quite uncomfortable. She felt very conscious of Mitch in her hand, small but hard as bone. She looked over at him once in the middle of it and saw him watching stone-faced. It was hard to figure what he might be thinking but his body was responding positively.
Now Omar had Kate's legs up, her knees forced into her face, and they could both see he was really in there, see his sack slapping and sticking to her sweaty cheeks. And Kate was out of her mind, taking it and loving it. It was a bit too intense.
Kate’s little feet were up in the air over Omar’s shoulders, flapping as if broken. Her face was a frozen frown, brow furrowed, mouth agape, a low fried sound bubbling across her vocal cords, undulating with Omar's vigorous thrusts.
Kate grabbed handfuls of sheets and pulled them over her face as she felt something gargantuan building inside. She inhaled soft, soapy hotel laundry and something else in there; a spicy, leather smell, masculine but dirty. She looked into Omar's eyes, he was gleaming with sweat, she felt every ridge and vein on his big cock, even his retracting foreskin as he thrust himself in and out of her. She twisted her head to the left and right, trying to get a hold of something unhitching within her, something letting go, and something very powerful released, rushing through her from the other side. She felt her hair clinging to her face, could see her breasts pushed out, jiggling, her nipples hard and upright. She could see Mitch watching, could tell that he would be able to see her dirtiness spread wide and skewered, the slap of her flesh as she was pounded. Omar fucked her hard and deep, her legs bent up and her filth exposed and spread for him, her little hole being ruined. The mahogany bed was a stable slab, a monolith, a polished unmoving platform. Nothing to rob his thrusting of its energy as he fucked her towards destruction.