Trevor’s fingers were slipping inside her, his thumb fumbling for her clit. Melanie was using both hands on her tits, squeezing them fiercely. She leaned back, her head resting on a folded towel, and looking down her body she saw Trevor’s hand massaging her pussy, and just beyond she watched Mark open his mouth and engulf that beautiful, bulbous cock.
And she felt it then, the rush of blood and power rocketing through her for the second time in the last few minutes. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open as the feeling pounded her again and again, but she managed, not wanting to miss a second of this spectacle.
Her orgasm subsided slowly, as though she was riding a series of giant ocean waves, each one lowering her into calmer and calmer waters. In contrast, her clit had become so sensitive that the slightest touch jolted her like an electric shock. She gripped Trevor’s hand in hers and saw him staring at her.
His expression was such an odd mixture of surprise and desire that she couldn’t help but smile at him. She remembered talking with him earlier, and his comment about how much time had passed since he’d been with a woman, and being caught off-guard by the rush of blood to her loins when she had the sudden image of his moustache hairs rubbing against her clit.
She mouthed a silent “Thank you” to him and sat up in order to get a better view of his cock in Mark’s mouth. The feeling of déjà vu overwhelmed her, adding to her sense of unreality about the day. And Melanie had to admit that, in the objective sense at least, watching two men together like this was an incredible turn-on. It was only when she projected the thought of her husband into the scenario that her emotions short-circuited on her. No, this was like living a fantasy, and now, as she watched Trevor’s glistening, turgid flesh slip back and forth between Mark’s eager lips, she realized that the real thing was far better than any fantasy.
Aside from that terrible day a year ago, she’d never had a chance to watch anyone, man or woman, perform such an intimate act on another. And while she’d always taken pride in her ability to please a man with her mouth and tongue, it hit her that what she was seeing now was more sensual and erotic than anything she’d ever experienced. As she stared transfixed at Mark as he slid his tongue down Trevor’s cock and mouthed his balls, she understood suddenly what it was that made this so hot.
There was no tension, no anxiety. Mark was making love to Trevor’s cock and it was obvious that he was in no hurry for it to end. Every inch of Trevor’s engorged meat was being savored and worshiped. For him – for both of them – to be this comfortable in front of her was incredible. But it was more than that.
She watched with envy as Mark swallowed the thick tool all the way into his throat, resting his nose in Trevor’s pubic hair, and it dawned on her that the enjoyment she’d gotten from giving head had always been from her lover’s perspective. And that enjoyment had always been measured by the end result, ejaculation. Ribbons of shiny, gooey come, rushing into her mouth, streaming down her throat, congratulating her on a job well done.