After a few panting breaths, my wife spoke. “I need to clean up.” Vanessa said, absurdly – standing. Cum was coating seemingly her entire body. Mark offered the shower in the other room, and she scurried through the door. Mark shuffled his pants on and moved to refill my drink. I strapped my own trousers back around my waist, and collapsed back into the couch.
“Good shit. Right Mike?” Mark offered, somehow casual.
I could only nod, still rather delirious. “I can’t believe how hot that was, it doesn’t make sense.”
“Hah, I know it.”
Before I could continue the discussion I found myself fast asleep, or rather, awoken to a darker room some hours later. I was groggy, and I realized that the sexual release, the drinking, the excitement – had all combined to sap my energy.
I glanced around to an empty room, but before long the noises made themselves apparent.
My wife was moaning, distant, but near. I soon saw a light shining through the cracked bedroom door. I stood, stomach once again in that now familiar knot, dick once again standing at attention. I slowly paced, barefoot, across the living room carpet.
Her groans grew louder, and the noises of their bodies mating began to make an appearance. I glanced into the door and saw them, naked, fucking on Marks large suite bed.
This was the site of my true cuckolding, where their honest admissions made an appearance. They were fucking freely, enraptured by one another’s sexuality. They had experienced that initial explosion of sexual exploration, and now they were aimed at something deeper.
He had Vanessa doggy style on his bed. I looked on as my wife’s large tits bounced violently as he took her from behind. Her ass jiggled as she received his assault. It was similar to the scene from earlier, but their words were more inciting.
“God I love this tight pussy.” Mark grit his teeth and smacked my wife’s ass, pumping his organ in and out of her as he spoke.
“Oh fuckkk…” Vanessa’s moans were passionate and unshackled, she looked back into his eyes. “I love that big cock.”
Their words were hushed, seemingly to avoid waking me. She moaned back at him as she spoke.
He grabbed some of her hair, picking up speed, his large nuts where smacking into her clit as he fucked her. He was in total control.
“Who’s pussy is this?” He looked into her eyes as he asked. I had never been so assertive with her.
Her eyes glazed over as she searched for the words. A lump formed in my throat as I began to fidget with my dick as I watched. Vanessa moaned low, “Oh! Goddd… No one has ever fucked me like you Mark!”
He smacked her ass again, this time harder. Her cheeks rippled in response. I looked on as her toes began to curl. It was, absurdly, the first time I noticed her nail polish all evening. “Who own’s this pussy Vanessa?” He repeated it.
She groaned again, closing her eyes as an orgasm brewed deep within her loins. He smacked her ass yet again, causing her to shake. “Tell me I own it Vanessa. This is my pussy.”
She moaned again, his pace quickening, her tits bouncing as his cock reached depths of her womanhood that no other man had ever been.