Her pussy was already wet.
* * *
“Oh, fuuuck!”
Simon threw his head back and groaned, as the strange brunette started stroking his half-hard cock with one of her hands, and began massaging his balls with the other.
“You like that?” she purred seductively, licking her plump lips.
“Uh, huh,” Simon groaned.
“Well, what about this?”
And then she opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the head of his cock.
Simon moaned, and his knees wobbled. He had to lean back and brace himself against the back of the couch to prevent falling over.
“Mmmmm,” eyes wide open, the strange woman moaned as she licked and sucked Simon’s thick cock.
The wet sound of suction echoed through the room. “Mmmmm,” with a ‘smack’ she pulled her mouth from his cock. “You taste good, baby.”
“Wow,” Simon looked down at the woman, and stroked her cheek in a way that was so casual and intimate that it caused Gina physical pain to watch. “You do that so well.”
“Oh, it gets better,” the stranger promised, and wrapped her lips around the tip of Simon’s cock again.
* * *
On the other side of the door, Gina was caught between pleasure and pain, and paralyzed by both.
As she watched this beautiful stranger’s head bob up and down in her husband’s lap, it was like an icy needle being jabbed through her heart.
But, at the same time, she found herself panting with need, and her nipples growing hard and sharp.
Between her legs, Gina’s fingers had slipped between the dewy lips of her pussy, and she was gently rubbing her eager clitoris.
Watching this woman suck her husband was the most heart-rending, yet simultaneously the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed.
Who was she? How did Simon know her? How long had this been going on?
“Unnnngh,” she groaned, as her hand slipped from her mouth, to squeeze one of her breasts through her t-shirt and pinch her nipple between thumb and finger.
* * *
“What was that?”
The mysterious brunette pulled her mouth away from Simon’s straining cock, and turned towards the door.
Inside the bedroom, Gina froze.
Through the crack in the door, it was like she was making direct eye-contact with the woman her husband was cheating with. The girl’s huge, blue eyes were staring right at her.
“It’s nothing,” Simon snapped the brunette’s attention back to him. “Now get up, over that couch.”
And grabbing her arms, Simon pulled the brunette to her feet and span her around.
“Mmmmm,” the beautiful woman purred, as Simon bent her over the back of the couch. “I like this.” And then she shuddered, as Simon’s hand slid between her legs, and up and under her flowing dress.
“Oooh, you’re wet,” Simon pressed his weight over the brunette’s back, and crushed her to the couch. He was breathing hotly in her ear. “I can feel it through your panties.” And then, with ariiiip, he tore them off her.
“Hey,” with an outraged snarl, the beautiful brunette turned her head and growled at him. “Those were Hanro of Switzerland, you pig.”
Simon casually tossed the torn panties to the floor. “I’ll buy you another pair.”
And with that, he positioned himself behind her and kicked apart the brunette’s legs.
* * *
Between her legs, Gina’s hand was working in a blur. Her fingertips circled her slick clitoris and drove her faster and harder towards the oblivion of orgasm.
And as she coaxed herself there, she watched with horrified fascination at the scene unfolding on the other side of the barely-open door.
Simon was lifting the hem of the girl’s dress – revealing a round, beautiful ass decorated with a single, lipstick-kiss tattoo on the left cheek.
Gina saw it and gasped.
Simon slid his hand between the girl’s thighs, and Tina watched her arch her back as he slid his fingers inside of her.
“God, you’re dripping,” Simon purred.
“Mmmmm,” the brunette peered over her shoulder, and licked her lips. “Can you blame me?”
He didn’t respond. He just slid his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her face down, which forced her to lift her beautiful ass a little higher into the air. That positioned it perfectly for Simon to aim his hard, spit-slick cock between her cheeks.
Simon gripped the base of his cock and guided it between the eager lips of the brunette’s exposed pussy. She moaned the moment his hard, hot flesh met hers.
“Mmmm,” she began pushing her ass back against him. “C’mon.”
Slap! Simon’s hand left a stinging red mark across one pale, perfect ass-cheek.
“When I’m good and ready,” he warned; and with that, Simon thrust.
The brunette groaned as Simon’s cock slid inside of her.
From behind the doorway, Gina watched with wide eyes. Even from across the room, she had a perfect view of her husband’s big, thick cock sinking inch by inch into this mysterious woman’s tight, wet cunt.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” she dropped her head down, and arched her back – pushing that beautiful ass back onto Simon’s cock. “That feels so good.”
“You are so tight,” Simon purred, as he began to thrust. “Do you like this big cock in you?”
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Oh, yes. Fuck me. C’mon, fuck me.”
And Simon did.
Gina watched with disgust and arousal as her husband fucked another woman, over the back of their couch. She was horrified, but also more turned on than she could ever remember.
Not taking her eyes off the action going on next door, Gina pulled her hand from her panties. Her fingers came away wet and slick with her arousal.
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she wrenched them down. A moment later, she was kicking them across the room.
Now unencumbered, she was able to slide both hands between her legs, goading herself towards orgasm. She bit her bottom lip, gasping in desperate need.
* * *
“S-stop,” Simon grabbed a fistful of the brunette’s hair and pulled her head back sharply. “Wait.”
The beautiful girl was panting, her face flushed.
“W-why did you stop?” She demanded.
Simon didn’t answer, though. He simply took a step back; pulling his hard, throbbing cock from the girl’s tight, wet cunt. It came out bigger and thicker than Gina had ever seen it before; glistening with her juices.
“Turn around,” Simon ordered, and pulled the girl to her feet when she didn’t respond fast enough. “Get up on the couch.”
She did as she was told – perched on the back of the couch, with her feet dangling off the floor.
Simon took a moment to kiss her hard on the mouth. Then he dropped to his knees between her legs.
“W-what are you doing?” she demanded – but got the answer she was looking for sooner than she’d expected.
Spreading her thighs, Simon opened his mouth and clamped it over her wet, pulsating pussy.
“Oooooh, God,” the brunette through her head back as she felt Simon’s lips and tongue on her eager cunt. “Oh, fuuuuck!”
She flopped back on the couch, and that gave Simon even better access to her pussy. Lifting himself onto his haunches, he devoured her – licking and sucking and slurping until the sound of wet suction echoed through the room.
“Oh, fuck,” the girl was moaning. “Oh, God, I don’t think I can hold out much longer.” And then Simon tipped her over the edge, and the beautiful brunette shuddered and writhed and flopped about on the couch, as Simon licked her to orgasm.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
And he didn’t stop after that first orgasm. As the brunette lay spread-eagled over the back of the couch, Simon kept pleasuring her with his tongue. After her second orgasm, he lifted one hand and penetrated her with two of his thick fi
ngers as well.
That brought her to a third and final climax; as he teased her g-spot on the inside, and clitoris on the outside, and played her body like a Stradivarius.
“Oh fuuuuuck!”
* * *
At the same time the girl came, so did Gina. On the other side of the doorway, in the dark, Simon’s wife rubbed her clit furiously. Like an explosion going off, her whole body was suddenly racked with a climax that sent her slumping to the floor.
She came at exactly the same time the mysterious brunette did – and for a second, Gina felt totally connected to her; her body and brain connected to that of a stranger she’d never even seen before, and who’s name she didn’t even know.
And then it was over.
Gina found herself kneeling on the floor, gasping and groaning for breath.
She pulled her fingers from between her legs. They came away dripping with arousal.
She could smell the hot, musky sent of her own body; filling her nostrils like a drug.
Body trembling, and head woozy, Gina sat up and pressed her head against the barely-open door; to watch what was happening next.
* * *
“Oh, God, stop!” The brunette was pushing Simon’s face from between her legs. “Please! It’s too much! I can’t take any more.”
Grinning, Simon pulled his face away. His lips and chin were glistening with wetness.
“Oh, God,” the beautiful stranger lay flopped like a ragdoll on the couch – her legs sticking into the air, and her head hanging off the edge. She reluctantly struggled to sit up. “That was wild.”
She looked amazing – hair all disheveled, lipstick smeared and the unmistakable blush of sex making her cheeks and chest bright pink. Freshly-fucked, in every meaning of the term.
Next door, through the barely-open door, Gina seethed with jealousy.
As the mysterious brunette sat up, she looked down between Simon’s muscular thighs. His hard on was still straining – hard and angry and pointing at her accusingly.
“Aww, baby,” the beautiful girl licked her lips. “You didn’t cum?” She made a move towards him. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
Simon shook his head.
“No,” he grinned. “I’m fully satisfied.” And with that, he leaned forward and kissed the brunette hard on the lips.
“Mmmmmm,” as their lips parted, the mysterious woman promised: “That makes two of us.”
Simon laughed that devilish laugh of his – the one that turned Gina on so much – and helped the mysterious stranger to her feet.
“You’ve got to go,” he told her. “Just like we talked about.”
She looked a little put out by that, and bit her bottom lip in a girlish pout. “Are you sure?”
“Sorry,” Simon gave her an affectionate pat on her rear, as she brushed down the hem of her dress and reclaimed some decency. “A deal’s a deal.”
“Okay,” she was already reaching for her purse. “Will we do this again?”
Simon pulled her into his arms and kissed her, deeply and passionately. So much so that, in the room next door, Gina actually whimpered with jealousy.
Eventually, their lips parted.
“Maybe,” he told her, and then gave her backside another affectionate squeeze, through the thin material of her dress. “Now get going.”
She giggled, and gave him one last peck. A moment later, she was slipping out of the front door and Simon was closing it with a ‘click’ behind her.
And then he turned around, and stared directly at the bedroom door.
Directly to where Gina was watching him, hidden in the darkness.
* * *
Her heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t see her. Could he?
The answer to that question came pretty quickly.
“Get your ass out here,” Simon ordered.
For a moment, Gina said and did nothing. She felt like a bunny trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car. That gave Simon the time he needed to cross the room in three long strides and throw open the bedroom door.
Light flooded the bedroom, and Gina covered her face to stop it stinging her eyes.
She looked sweet and helpless, kneeling on the floor in nothing but a t-shirt. Simon towered over her and grinned. He was dressed in nothing but an open shirt – and his enormous, straining hard on was pointing directly at Gina’s tear-streaked face.
“You get a nice show?” He demanded.
Gina uncovered her eyes, now Simon’s silhouette was blocking the light.
“W-what?”
“Oh, don’t play coy,” Simon dropped to her knees, and pushed Gina backwards. She felt against the bed, and he pinned her there. “I know you saw the whole thing. I planned for you to see the whole thing.”
Gina started sniffling.
“W-why?” She demanded. “W-who was she?”
“That?” Simon grinned. “That was Rachel.”
Rachel? His personal assistant? The one Gina had been paranoid about Simon sleeping with all along?
“You know, all those times you’d accused me of sleeping with her, I’d never so much as considered the idea,” Simon growled. “But tonight?” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. “Tonight, I finally got fed up with your shit, and made a move on her.”
And then Simon was kissing her – pressing his mouth hard against Gina’s lips, and invading her mouth with his tongue.
“Mmmmph,” she squirmed, and struggled, and tried to fight him off for a second. “Mmmmmph!” She could taste the scent of Rachel’s pussy on his mouth, and its musky intensity assailed her nostrils. “Mmmmmpgh!”
But Simon didn’t let up, and after a few moments, Gina was overwhelmed.
She was overwhelmed by his hot, strong body. By the scent of another woman’s cunt on her mouth. By the exhaustion and release of her recent climax.
She surrendered.
She surrendered to his aggressive kissing, and then to his hands as they spread her legs.
“Mmmm,” Simon tore his mouth away, and slid his fingers between the lips of her pussy. “You’re dripping wet.” He lifted them up, and his fingers came away glistening with her arousal. “Iknew you’d like the little show I put on for you.”
Gina whimpered as Simon’s fingers returned between her legs – this time sliding inside her wet, eager pussy.
“Uunnnngh,” she clung to his shoulders, as he began finger-fucking her. Two of his fingers curled to tease her g-spot. The pad of his thumb pressed against her clitoris. “Oooooh, God.”
And then he silenced her with his mouth.
They made out for a long time; the wet sound of their lips moving against each other almost as loud as the suction sound of Simon’s fingers sliding in and out of her eager cunt.
“Mmmm,” Simon pulled his mouth away with a wet ‘smack.’ “You taste that, do you? Rachel’s cunt on my mouth?” As he asked her, he intensified his finger motions, until Gina was pliable and moaning. “You like the taste of another woman on your husband?”
“Uuuungh,” was all Gina could utter.
“Well, here,” Simon lifted himself to his knees, and presented his raging hard-on in Gina’s face. “Why not taste it on the rest of me?”
And with that, he grabbed a fistful of Gina’s hair and pulled her face forward.
She was consumed with arousal. Opening her mouth and accepting his hard, glistening cock was instinctual.
And as soon as Simon’s cock was in her mouth, Gina tasted it. The acidic intensity. The bitter musk. It overwhelmed her tastebuds. It filled her nostrils. She was finally, genuinely tasting what she’d both feared and wanted for so long – another woman’s juices on her husband’s cock.
And it made her gush between her legs.
“Oh, fuck,” Simon groaned, as he felt the wetness on his fingers.
“Mmmpgh,” Gina mumbled, closing her eyes. “Mmmmmph.” She licked and sucked and slurped and worshipped Simon’s cock like she never had before.<
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“Oh, God,” Simon’s eyes widened, as he enjoyed the most exquisite blow job of his life. “That’s amazing.” And then he slumped to his left; landing on his elbow on the carpet, and lying alongside his wife, but the opposite way around.
In that position, Gina could lean forward, to continue sucking and licking Simon’s raging erection. Meanwhile, he could sink his head between her thighs, in a sideways sixty-nine, and replace the relentless pressure of his fingers with the warm, wet, satisfying sensation of his tongue.
“Mmmmmmph!” Mouth full of cock, Gina could barely make intelligible noises – but she was clearly enjoying Simon’s lips and tongue as they feasted on her pussy. “Mmmph!”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Simon lifted his head, and purred deeply and provocatively. “Keep sucking. I saved up my load especially for you.” And then he returned to licking and sucking Gina’s pussy.
Within seconds, she was on the brink of climax, and Simon must have known it.
His hips started jerking – thrusting his cock in and out of Gina’s eager mouth. She had to reach up and grab his ass to prevent him from choking her; but never once stopped slurping and sucking and worshipping his cock with her mouth.
His tongue swirled around her clitoris, and his fingers teased her g-spot, and all too soon it was all too late. The final, blissful explosion of orgasm wracked her body; and she shuddered and shook on the floor.
And Gina’s climax was what set Simon off.
“H-here it comes,” he groaned, and thrust his hips forward; sinking his throbbing cock deep into Gina’s mouth. “Get ready!”
And suddenly he was cumming. Gina’s mouth was flooded with hot, salty sperm.
Frantic with ecstasy, she swallowed each powerful spurt; gulping down his cum and then sucking harder, eager for more. Within seconds, she’d drained him completely, and Simon had to push her face away because of the intensity.
They flopped onto their backs on the carpet, panting and gasping for breath.
“Oh, God…” Exhausted, Simon crawled around until he was lying next to the semi-conscious Gina. “That was…”
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