by Megan West
Jimmy’s breathing picked up. Rose went over to him.
“Are you hard yet, honey?” she said, flipping Anthony’s half-rigid cock with her open palm. He grunted, and she laughed.
Rachel’s thighs parted as Jimmy’s hand brushed by her pubic hair. She shivered with delight and looked up at Anthony. The hand came by again, making more contact this time, and that’s when Jimmy knelt before her.
“Look at him go,” Rose said, gently playing with Anthony’s dick. She could feel it get slightly harder and fill in her palm.
“Do you ever do that to her?”
“I...”
She stroked a little bit more. Slowly up the head of his cock and back down to its base. He had was almost fully erect now. Rose moaned in mock pleasure.
“It gets you off though, doesn’t it?” she said.
Anthony had no words. She looked up and saw him close his eyes as she teased his cock with her fingers.
“Uh-uh, eyes open,” she said, and he looked at her, frustrated. She nodded her head towards the couch. Rachel had her head thrown back, as Jimmy fully buried his face into her, but she leaned up, saw her husband’s distant gaze, and shot him a huge smirk.
She fondled herself, feeling her rigid nipples.
“It’s okay, honey, you can get hard.” Rachel said in encouragement.
She stopped as a tremble raced through her body, still maintaining eye contact with Anthony as Jimmy suckled her sensitive clit.
Rose stroked Anthony rhythmically now, smiling as he grew fully erect in her fist. She took notice of his face, a distinct mix of horror as he watched another man lick his wife’s pussy, and pleasure as Rose twisted her fist up and down his shaft. His hips bucked forward slightly, unable to control his body as she continued to jerk her fist. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock briefly to wet it. A deep moan rumbled from his chest as she suckled her lips on his tip before releasing her suction.
“Just getting it wet,” she said as his rigid cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud POP worthy of a porn video. Her smile took on true pleasure as she watched his dazed look and worked his now-slippery shaft.
Behind her, Rachel moaned, and Rose turned to see Anthony’s wife completely spread eagle on the couch, Jimmy’s head rocking up and down as he darted his tongue along her slit. Rachel’s eyes would briefly flutter closed in pleasure, but she worked to keep them open so she could watch Anthony’s reactions to her every moan and quake of her body.
When she met Rose’s eyes, she smiled. Rose stopped jacking Anthony’s cock and went over to her.
“He likes it, Rachel,” Rose said, going around behind the couch and draping her arms around Rachel’s slender shoulders.
“He sure does,” Rachel moaned. Anthony hung on the cross panting, his cock teasingly jumping with every breath and squirm against the restraints.
“You need a break,” Rose called. “I can’t have you coming just yet.”
He only grunted.
Below Rose, Jimmy worked. She admired his persistence, sucking on Rachel’s pussy noisily and every now and then slipping his tongue in to explore. She looked back up at Anthony. He seemed like an actual crucifixion victim, ready to pass out. His cock had gone below half-mast.
“Don’t you go soft on me now,” Rose said, leaving the couch and returning to him. She let his cock fall into her grip and she gently massaged it back to hardness. He grit his teeth as she worked his cock, she twisted up and down his shaft slowly.
It went on like that for several minutes, Anthony panting heavily, Rose admitting him pleasure only to the point of a full erection, and Rachel moaning, gradually louder and faster.
Rachel watched her husband, his cock in her friend’s hand, his face occasionally on her, and her hips occasionally lurching upwards as Jimmy’s mouth smothered her. It wasn’t quite yet the fantasy she had been yearning for, but it was getting close.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a surge of pleasure: something else was getting close. Jimmy went faster, and the surge turned into a wave, the wave into a tornado. She could no longer keep her eyes on Anthony. She kicked her head back, moaned so loud that the pictures on the wall rattled, and reveled in the hot tingles prickling down the backs of her legs.
Her voice was still echoing when she leaned back up, the look on Anthony's face made her quiver. She put her hands on Jimmy’s head. He stopped licking and looked up at her.
“That’s good baby,” she said, still watching Anthony. “That’s good,” she continued as if she were encouraging her husband rather than Jimmy.
Jimmy stood and began unbuckling his belt.
“Oh, look,” Rose told Anthony. “He’s going all out.”
The sight of a strange man undressing before his wife seemed to awaken something in Anthony, and he struggled a bit at his restraints.
“Oooh, don’t worry,” Rose said, “He’ll do her good.”
She laughed and jostled his cock up and down, playfully smacking it against her thigh. Anthony responded with a grunt.
As Jimmy pulled his jeans down, Rose left Anthony’s cock half-stiff and went over to the fully-erect stranger. His cock still hidden behind his boxers but jutted out underneath his underwear, creating a large tent of fabric. She pulled his boxers down for him, letting his hard dick launch out so the ladies could admire it.
Both women giggled in anticipation has his cock sprang forward.
“Oooh, look at that cock,” Rose teased. She played with it, rubbing her thumb against its rosy red tip and looked at Anthony for a reaction, and then at Rachel.
“Are you ready for this cock, Rachel?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Rachel whimpered as she instinctively rubbed her finger up and down her wet slit.
“You ready for Anthony to see you get fucked?”
Jimmy stepped forward, and Rose slid back on the couch so he could climb up, his proud cock wagging. She glanced at Anthony, who seemed bright red with embarrassment or anger.
Descending, naked cock. Anthony’s wide-open eyes. This was starting to feel more like the fantasy Rachel wanted.
Jimmy penetrated her wet lips, his hands braced on her knees. She let out a rush of air as she invited him in deeper, and turned to keep her eyes on her husband. He seemed almost traumatized; his mouth hung open.
He didn’t say a word.
But his dick didn’t waver any lower. She took that as a sign of encouragement.
Rose sat behind Rachel, draped over her shoulders and playfully twirling her finger in Rachel’s hair as she watched Jimmy thrust into her.
She made sure to make a lot of noise, over exaggerated moans and whimpers. She wanted to put on a show for her shackled and helpless husband.
Rose looked at Anthony, then got up off the couch.
“How’s your cock?” she said, jostling it again playfully.
“Would it help if I got naked, too?” she asked, and pulled at her shirt. He didn’t say anything.
“Do you fantasize about having another woman?”
No reply.
She quickly undid her bra. Anthony’s eyes quickly glanced at her tits as they fell free of her bra and quickly looked away, as if in shame.
Rachel was shouting like an animal in heat with her tits bouncing wildly up and down as Jimmy bucked his hips forcefully against her.
Rose stepped closer to Anthony.
“Do you want your wife to see you with someone else?” she asked, half-crouching so her tits hovered by his dick. He was most definitely hard now. She dangled her breasts his cock, her nipples lightly grazing its tip. She giggled like a school girl as his dick twitched from the brief touch of her nipples.
“I think you do,” she said as she let his shaft slide a little bit in her breasts before standing up. She massaged his chest and then stepped back.
Rachel was as noisy as ever. She broke eye contact with her husband several times, on account of Jimmy’s furious thrusting, but she made up for that with as many pleasurable mo
ans and screams as she could, just so Anthony knew how much she was getting off right now.
Suddenly Jimmy pulled out, His dick was throbbing, and he inched forward as if to come onto her. She put her hand out and pressed against his chest.
“Don’t cum,” she whined. “Not yet, don’t cum.”
He obeyed. His rod hung in the air above her, bumped against her arm. She leaned forward and played with it in her hands.
Then she looked at Anthony again. This was the turn-on she enjoyed the most: shamelessly fondling another man’s cock in front of her husband. Looking at him, she took Jimmy’s cock in her mouth lovingly and slid her lips from base to tip, ending with a loud POP and a smile, then saying
“I love you Anthony.”
He mumbled something in response as Jimmy patted Rachel and motioned for her to turn over. She followed his orders, watching her husband’s tortured eyes as she did.
She got on her hands and knees on the couch. Her nails scraped against the cushion as Jimmy guided his cock down the crack of her ass into the entrance of her pussy.
A whimpered breath passed her lips as he eased into her, grinding against her slowly this time. She moaned, and found that in this position she could keep her eyes on Anthony even more. She watched as Rose sashayed, topless and swinging her hips so the jeans wrapped around her waist moved hynotizingly, towards Anthony.
“I think I want to have some fun with her too,” Rose said, and began shimmying her jeans down. She went slow, daring Anthony’s eyes to follow as the denim revealed the wedge of her short hair just above her pussy, then up again to hide it, and then down over her hips completely. She let them drop, and frolicked in front of Anthony in the nude.
His dick was bobbing up and down, and she stepped forward and took it in her grip.
You’re all hard now,” she said, moving her soft hands over his cock, letting him admire her nude figure and the gentle touch of her hand.
Then she stopped.
He groaned like a dissatisfied dog, and it only made her laugh.
“You’ll just have to watch a little bit,” Rose said, and skipped over to the couch. There was enough room for her to sit in front of Rachel as she inched forward and back with Jimmy’s thrusts. Rose swung her leg up and opened herself to Rachel.
Now Rose watched Anthony as his wife went down on her, eagerly lapping at her pussy.
Rachel didn’t mind going down on her friend, though she regretted every second she wasn’t watching her husband. She would steal glances occasionally, and saw that his face was no longer traumatized, but instead trapped in an appealing daze. This was turning him on. She smiled underneath Rose’s bush, and then closed her lips over her clit and sucked.
Both women made noise, and Anthony started to as well, though he was eager and frustrated, less pleasured. Begging for somebody to come and touch him. But Rose remained where she was until her moans were real and genuine.
Jimmy had slowed down at this point, and when Rachel withdrew from her, Rose swung her leg back down and reclined on the couch with Rachel looming near her.
They kissed. As passionately and indecently as they could. Then Rachel was pushed into Rose as Jimmy went to work again, thrusting faster.
Rose stood up.
Anthony watched her anxiously as she slowly made her way over, swinging her hips, naked this time, as she went. Without a word she bent down and kissed the crown of his cock.
“That’s from your wife,” she said with a smile, and kissed it again. It was wet and dripping with precum. She dared take him in her mouth, not wanting him to cum yet, and when she felt him throb over her tongue, she pulled him out and refused to touch again.
“You’re too eager now,” she teased him. “I knew you’d get into it.”
He grunted again.
“Is it me getting you hard? Or is it her?” she asked, and lightly traced Anthony’s dick with her fingertips. Just enough for it to twitch under her touch. Then she withdrew again. She traced her hands affectionately elsewhere on his body.
Rachel’s moans were loud enough now to probably be heard outside. But she didn’t care. If neighbors looked at them funny in the days to follow, that would just add to the prolonged pleasure. Aftershocks for the quake she was getting now.
Rose’s hand descended again as Rachel’s moans got louder.
“I think she’s getting close. How about you?”
“H-nn.”
Rose closed her puckered lips tightly on his cock and felt it pulse under her fingers. She risked bringing him close to climax, and stopped.
“Not yet.”
He whimpered. Rachel groaned too, as her orgasm was permitted. Jimmy finally groaned as well, his climax looming. He pulled out of her, and Rachel turned around on the sofa and landed on her back.
“Oh look,” Rose said. “I think it’s time.”
Jimmy straddled her and stroked the length of his dick, considerably larger than Anthony’s. It sweated and dripped over Rachel’s chest, and then a dot of white eased at the tip, signaling a launch of hot cum.
His cum exploded straight out, splatting on her naked tits. The next shot went higher and streaked her face. As did the next few ropes of pearly white. She looked over at Anthony and his naked keeper Rose as Jimmy’s dick still emptied over her, and her fantasy was complete: a rigid and foreign cock spewing on her face with her husband helpless to stop it.
Heaven.
Jimmy groaned and the last spurt somersaulted onto her chin and he fell to rest. She outstretched her hand and lazily jacked his dick as a dribble of cum stretched from tip to torso, and eventually he got off of her so she could stand.
“Look. At all that cum.” Rose said, gleaming up at hungry Anthony. Rachel stood, trailing a string of semen on her hand as she lifted it, and then gave a satisfied look towards her cock stiff husband.
“I love you, Anthony,” she said for the second time. “And you know what I love even more? Nice hard cock.”
She crossed the distance between them, and Rose stepped aside. Rachel didn’t bother to wipe the cum off her face. She stood in front of Anthony with the white streaks proudly displayed on her cheeks.
“Did you ever think you’d see me with someone else’s cum on my face? I bet you never imagined anything like this.”
He responded only with ragged breath.
She leaned in and kissed his stomach. A glistening spot of Jimmy’s juices remained. But Anthony didn’t seem to mind; his breathing grew more rapid.
She reached out and touched his dick, barely getting one jerk of her fist off.
And the split second of contact was all Anthony needed to cause eruption. He emptied ropes of hot cum onto his wife. Every single spurt made contact: splattering on her chin, flattening on her cheek, coating her smiling mouth. The last shot missed its mark and fell in a feeble ribbon down onto her thighs.
He let out a huge breath, and let his chest sag. Grinning with cum stretching between her lips, Rachel took her husband’s dick, gave it a quick kiss, and then sucked its entire length dry. She felt him shiver in her mouth.
Hesitatingly, she took him out of her mouth, letting her tongue linger on his head. She looked up at him.
“Thank you, honey,” she said. “For the best sex of our marriage.”
The Cougar’s New Catch
“What do you think of Lizzy’s new boyfriend?” Maggie asked and looked at her husband in the vanity mirror as she brushed her hair. He shrugged and continued reading his book.
She let out a loud sigh. “Well, I think he’s very handsome and I'm sure that he's much more adventurous in bed than you are.” She smiled in the mirror and continued to brush her hair. He didn't look up. “Don't you think so?” She teased, her voice pitching up as she spoke.
“You are asking for a spanking.” He said nonchalantly without looking up from his book. Maggie laughed with delight.
“You wish you could be the one in charge, Victor.” Standing up from the vanity she tugged on her neg
ligée with a smile, “but this is only for you when I say it’s for you and that’s not now.” She slid in to bed and kissed him on the cheek. “I am saving myself for Lizzy’s boyfriend.” She laughed delightfully and rolled over. Victor chuckled and put down his book.
“Well, can I at least watch?” He pressed against her from behind.
"No." She laughed again. "Goodnight Victor." Reaching over she turned out the bedside light and Victor did the same with a louder sigh than before. He had definitely taken on more than he bargained for when he married Maggie. That was for sure.
“Maggie?”