That’s when he started really working. He held her hips, keeping her still while impaled upon him. Up and down, in and out, the long shaft of his cock glistened whenever it exited, then he’d pump his hips and fill her up again. She started to moan, louder with each stroke. Her body quaked. The pounding was so much harder than what he’d done with his fingers, and his cock filled her up so much more, I knew she wouldn’t take long.
The next orgasm struck like a speeding car, pushing her over the edge into a chasm of joy. She spasmed, out of control, and the only thing that kept the two of them connected was his tight grip on her hips.
How I didn’t squirt all over my belly in that instant will always be a mystery to me.
Then the guy said something that brought Lynn back to herself, at least for a moment: “I’m gonna cum!”
“No!” She yelled it, and took control, sliding up and off his cock, which jerked like it was being shocked. His hands could have gone to it, finished himself. He could have come right then, I’ve no doubt. Instead he held onto her hips—albeit trying to push her pussy back on top of his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, voice filled with a mix of amazement and frustration, though it’s hard to say which was stronger.
“Don’t worry,” she said, moving off of him, knees on the couch next to him. “You’re not done yet.” She said that looking at me. Then, she bent over him, and let a huge line of spit out of her mouth and on to his hard-on. So much for non-messy blow jobs. She rubbed it in roughly with her hand, then kissed the head of the cock tenderly. She backed off as to move away, then dove back down and sucked the head and a few inches into her mouth. I thought he’d blow right there and fill her mouth with semen, but instead he just yelped at the surprise.
“Now, give it to me hard,” she said, straddling him now, face to face. Their lips met and the kiss was almost tender, sweet, and made my jealously flair again for a moment. She broke the kiss as she slid her pussy lips back over his shaft, no hesitation whatsoever, taking it all inside her, legs spread wide on either side of him so I could watch it happen.
She looked over her shoulder at me, and I figured she’d profess her love again—lord knows I felt it, too. Instead, she said the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
“Get over here. I need you in my ass.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I stripped of what was left of my clothes on the way, and kicked the coffee table even farther out of the way. I knew she might object to this, but I did it anyway: I dropped to my knees in front of them and stuck my tongue against her puckered asshole, very conscious that it was only millimeters away from another man’s thrusting cock. Thrusting right into my own wife’s love hole, no less.
So this hole in the back door, this was mine, god damn it. I licked at it, purposefully slobbering all the saliva I could for lubrication.
“Yes, God, yes, put your cock in there.”
I stood, crouched a bit to get just the right angle, fitting my knees in-between her young lover’s. He continued to fuck her with even strokes, keeping them both well-oiled and hot, without pushing them over. I got my head against the opening.
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