Everyone's Wife

by Roland B Dahl

  “Suck that dick, honey,” Greg instructed her.

  There was no need for him to say that, as her head was approaching his groin, but it seemed like muttering those words somehow increased his pleasure, or control over his lover. Ella continued stroking his dick as her face went down and nuzzled his scrotum. Greg closed his eyes and released a long sigh. She was bent between his legs, and her hair tickled his inner thighs while her tongue explored his balls, as if weighing each of them, or trying to polish the wrinkles away. The man’s private parts were freshly shaved, and the rough skin was glistening with saliva within seconds. Ella sucked his balls while looking up at her lover with eyes that smiled at him lovingly.

  Her soft tongue was pointed and sharp now, as she drew a long line with it, starting at his scrotum and making its way to the tip of his dick. He looked down at her with fiery eyes and leaned on his elbows to get a better look. What he saw was her tongue flickering the mushroom-shaped head, circling around it, and licking it sensually. A dirty smile never left her face as she toyed with his libido and sensations. Mark watched her lips part and devour the tip of the old man’s penis, and at that moment, the last of his hope vanished. For some strange reason, there was a tiny part of him that believed all of that was just a game, a prank devised by his wife in order to give him a wake-up call and shake his libido out of hibernation. That part of him hoped that at some point that night, his wife would stop everything and tell him that it was all meant to be a joke. That last, thin straw snapped like a twig when her mouth was filled with Greg’s dick. As her head moved forward, and more of it slid in her face, blood rushed through Mark’s veins like a flash flood. For the first time in his life, he experienced his blood filling not just his penis, but his brain as well. The exhilaration was overwhelming, making him dizzy and weak.

  As his dick stiffened, his face felt like it was on fire, and the real, physical pain felt like it was gripping all of his internal organs at the same time. It was hard for him to understand and tame so many different emotions and sensations in his body. Nothing else could provoke such tempest in his body and soul as watching Ella in bed with another man. He sat leaning on his elbows, nailing them into his knees and continued watching. The excitement was only growing.

  Ella maintained her slow, steady pace. Greg watched her suck his dick with a gratifying look on his face. He breathed through his teeth and released moans and grunts every once in a while. He steadied himself on one elbow and reached down with his other hand to grab Ella’s hair. After he secured her hair behind her ears, he mumbled:

  “You’re so fucking pretty.”

  “Thank you, babe,” she said after releasing his cock from her mouth, with a popping sound. “I just love sucking your dick. I love the way it twitches in my mouth.”

  They both chuckled, while her hand massaged his dick tightly.

  “I love your mouth,” he added excitedly.

  Ella opened it again and his dick disappeared in her face again. Greg placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her onto his dick. With his head leaning back, and eyes closed, he grabbed a strand of her hair in his fist and began moving her head up and down his shaft. Movements were fast and rough, causing Ella to cough a few times.

  “Come here, sweetie,” Greg moved suddenly.

  She obviously knew what he had in mind, so she was laying down on her back within seconds. The old man straddled her torso with his knees buried in the mattress on her sides and his balls just below her breasts. He placed his wet dick between her tits and she pressed them together readily, trapping his entire shaft in the softest grip.

  “I love your titties,” he grunted as his hips began moving.

  He leaned on the headboard and guided his cock in and out of her breasts while looking down at them the entire time. Mark could see the tip appear between her collar bones every time the man pushed forward. His balls caressed her gentle, spotless skin and Mark could clearly remember what that felt like. Greg kept fucking his wife’s tits for several minutes, and the sight of her laying down with him on top of her was surreal.

  The old man paused and moved higher up on his knees. His inner thighs were on the sides of her head on the pillow now, and his dick was resting on her face. He released the headboard just to stick his dick into her mouth, then leaned on it again. He fucked her face with his head tilted back and loud moans becoming more frequent and louder. He fucked her head into the pillow as the sucking noises filled the room.

  “Goddamn, this feels good,” Greg muttered.

  His scrotum bounced against her chin as his dick rammed her mouth relentlessly. The old skin rippled all over his body, a body that struggled to keep up with the degree of arousal and desire to please himself. Ella’s moans were muffled by his meat, and her lips looked gorgeous. They seemed a tad thicker and a lot more sensual, and the tiny line of pale skin above her upper lip convulsed and twisted as the lengthy dick pushed harder.

  “I love fucking that pretty face of yours,” Greg whispered through his teeth.

  He pulled out, leaned back, and rubbed his dick all over her face, tapped her lips and tongue with the tip, and pushed it roughly against her cheeks.

  “I don’t wanna cum just yet,” he mumbled and laughed.

  His movements were swift again, as he got off of her and moved down. He raised her legs and caught the edges of her panties, sliding them over her thighs and calves. Her black thongs got caught up around her heel, prompting her to laugh. After pulling them harder, Greg got them off and threw them on the floor, giggling. Then he began caressing her legs with both hands and his eyes closed.

  “I love your nylons,” he praised the sensation.

  Rustling sounds and his loud breathing tormented Mark. The old man kept her legs raised, caressed and kissed them sensuously. Ella looked down at him, entertained by his devotion for her body, scents, and the gentle feel of it. It was an arousing thing to watch how much the old man admired her beauty and kissed every fold of her skin, every curve of her flash, and every muscle that twitched. Then he parted her legs and looked down. Mark did not have to look. He knew very well what her pussy looked like. He had seen her shave it for the old man, just a few hours earlier. Ella’s pussy was one of those people call an ‘innie.’ Her outer labia were slightly puffy, not allowing any tissue to protrude from between them. Her inner lips were tiny enough so they could not protrude anyway, leaving only a small, sexy slit visible, with two alluring mounds around it.

  Greg took a deep breath. So did Mark. The old man’s hand landed on her mound, caressing it gently. His thumb sunk under her labia and wiggled around in circular motions. Ella closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Then he moved his hand and stuck his middle finger in her pussy. He was still upright on his knees, watching her pussy and playing with it with his hand. The middle finger was joined by the ring finger, reshaping her pussy lips. They curved around his fingers, enveloping them as he fingered her rapidly. Ella’s hips slightly raised and she clutched the sheets to her sides. Greg left his fingers in while his thumb located her clit again and began rubbing it rapidly.

  Then the old man bent down and licked her labia hungrily. His tongue was flexed to a sharp point when he buried it between her meat curtains and flickered her clitoris with it. Then it moved lower down, while he spread her like a flower with his fingers, and licked every pink fold of her tender flesh, paying close attention to her tiny inner labia and the wet entrance to her vagina. His head moved erratically and his fingers toyed with her clit, making that tiny pussy even wetter. He fingered her while sucking on her clit with his lips, stretching the flesh and releasing it. He swallowed her button with his tongue stimulating it in his mouth, while his two fingers pushed forward, deeper into her pussy.

  Ella was squirming on the bed, moaning with a satisfied smile on her face. Her hips moved around faintly, greeting his fingers and his mouth. Her hand kept the old man’s head in position, not releasing it at all. Her thighs quivered, and her tits wobbled. Mark could tel
l that she was breathing fast as her chest moved up and down rapidly.

  “Don’t stop, baby,” she whispered in a hoarse voice.

  Her spine arched and her muscles flexed. A series of loud sobs left her lungs, almost melodically, as if she was singing a sexy song. The old man kept eating her pussy and fingering her hastily. Her body finally relaxed after many convulsions, and she sighed deeply while looking down at the old man still lunching on her vagina.

  “You really know how to eat pussy,” she chuckled.

  “You liked it?” he said, sounding like his mouth was full.

  “Oh, yeah,” she wailed.

  “Now I’m gonna fuck the shit out this little cunt,” Greg said and glanced at Mark.

  Ella’s husband did not know exactly what the old man meant, but at that point, he did not care. He was fully erected, his teeth were locked together and his jaw was clenched with the anticipation. His naivety was gone, he was not a disillusioned man anymore. He was observing the true reality of his life and hated himself for liking what he was seeing.

  The old man moved quickly. He raised his torso, kneeled closer to Ella’s heaven, and aimed at it with his still hard dick. It slipped inside effortlessly, causing the old man’s entire body to stiffen. His face looked comically paralyzed in a mixture of surprise and joyful expressions. The old man steadied himself on his hands and began pumping hard. He threw his hips into her powerfully, causing their skins to clap upon each collision, and making the mattress shake under them. Ella’s tits wobbled quickly. She placed her hands on his shoulders, not moving at all, and allowing him to pace himself to his likings. Her legs were spread wide apart, hanging in the air with her heels dangling. She whimpered softly. Each of her moans was another arrow that struck into Mark’s heart. Half of his life was falling apart, one thrust at a time.

  As though he was in a rush to make it all fall apart, Greg rammed into his wife faster and faster. It was hard to tell if he wanted to impress Ella or Mark, please himself, or he just wanted to humiliate the younger man. Either way, he seemed inspired to give his best. He raised his torso again, holding one of her legs in the air and using his other hand to rub her clit. As his hard dick stretched the walls of Ella’s vagina, his skillful fingers played her clit like a piano. Ella was grunting at that point.

  “This is how it’s done, Mark,” she said without looking at him. “This is it.”

  Greg looked encouraged by her words and pushed even harder, while still clinging to her left leg in front of his face. Then he got off the bed, pulled Ella to the edge of it, with surprising strength, and spread her legs. Now he was standing on the floor, slightly bent forward penetrating Ella’s pussy, while she was on the edge of the bed. He grabbed each of her heels with his hands, holding them to his sides, while he plowed her pussy. It looked like the old man was pushing a wheelbarrow as he held her shoes close to his hips like that. Ella clutched the edge of the bed with both hands, not allowing her body to slide upwards, obviously enjoying every second of it. She looked at him with her hair disheveled and her lipstick slightly smudged. There was no love in their eyes, only lust. But the lust was deep and intense, stronger than the love between a woman and a man could ever be, and so beautiful and big that it made Mark feel microscopically small. As their bodies shook and trembled and Greg kept fucking her thoroughly, they looked like they really knew each other, like they were familiar with each other’s tastes and appetites and enjoyed playing with one another. Everything about their foreplay, and now their coitus screamed that their genitals belonged together like they were carved out of the same piece of wood. That was what hurt Mark the most.

  “I like this angle,” Ella smiled.

  “Yeah, me too,” Greg whistled, not pausing his steady pace.

  They remained in that position for several minutes. Mark watched Greg pound his wife, fuck her into the mattress and cause her to scream with joy. He saw her flesh quiver salaciously and heard her wet pussy making squelching sounds as Greg’s bulge hammered it. He felt squashed, obliterated, and discouraged, but in spite of it all, he was horny.

  Greg placed her feet on his shoulders and leaned forward, bending her body. He buried his face in her tits while giving her a proper fuck. Ella embraced him and dug her fingers into his back, completely surrendered to his will.

  “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” the old man provoked. “You like my big dick, don’t you?”

  “I’m your little slut, babe,” she said cutely. “I love your big fucking cock.”

  Greg slurped and slobbered all over her tits, making occasional whimpering sounds, as his body sweated extensively. Each of his rams was now announced by Ella’s high-pitched sobs. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes closed, and her hair scattered around her head. Even pinned down by an old man like that, she radiated and looked glamorous. Her milky skin glistened in wonderful shades of light pink, and her elegant fingers waltzed around Greg’s back. Mark felt like the old guy did not deserve her. He was not supposed to be that lucky to fuck a girl like her. There was nothing about him that should have been rewarded with her fascinating body and even more fascinating mind. She was too intelligent and too gorgeous for Greg. Mark watched him enjoy his inexplicable luck, filled with jealousy.

  The hammering was paused and the unlikely couple began kissing with his dick stationary inside her. Her arms were wrapped around the wrinkly, red neck, and her lips caressed his sensuously. Sweat rolled down Greg’s face and back, and he was breathing heavily. Ella wiggled out from underneath him and he climbed up on the bed again. They moved as if they were dancing a familiar dance, and every step was carefully choreographed and rehearsed. After only a few moves, and without a single word spoken, Ella was on top of the old man, riding him in a cowgirl position. Greg’s hands feasted on her plump breasts that jiggled as she impaled herself on his dick. She removed her shoes, while bouncing up and down, and threw them on the floor. Then she leaned forward, steadied herself on his bony shoulders, and moved only her hips. And they moved fast. Her ass fluttered briskly up and down the old guy’s shaft, as her tits swayed right in front of his face. He cupped them from underneath and moaned loudly. Ella hung her head low and forward, with her shoulder blades protruding out of her back in that position, as she placed all of her weight on her hands clutching his shoulders. The arch of her back and her stuck-out ass looked magnificent. Greg skimmed across her hips and rested his hands on her knees. Ella’s wild pace made the bed squeak and shake. Her moans were mixed with loud breathing and reminded Mark of her runs on the treadmill. He watched those thick buttocks slamming into the old, skinny thighs underneath and could not help but admire his wife’s energy and skills.

  Ella raised her torso again, puffing her chest out and slowly working her body up and down, stabbing her pussy on his hard cock. She kept grinding her clit against his lower abdomen and made circular motions with her hips, looking like she was in a trance. Then she turned around quickly, giving the old man’s cock just a few seconds of fresh air, before getting into a reverse cowgirl position and slipping it right back in. The same movements continued, only this time Greg had a really nice view of her stunning ass. She leaned forward, all the way down to his feet and worked her hips again.

  “Oh, you little slut,” Greg groaned with joy.

  Both Greg and Mark watched the old dick being devoured by that tight, wet pussy. Her ass moved rapidly, sliding at an insane pace. Greg encouraged and complimented her, and Ella was too breathless to speak. Her sobs spoke volumes. Her back arched beautifully once again, and her elegantly shaped body dazzled both men. Sweat poured down her spine, reaching two cute dimples above her buttocks and rolling further down. She did not falter. Her thrusts continued to pleasure the old man. His cock slid out a few times, but the man put it back in haste each time. His lower abdomen and the skin around his cock was completely wet. Ella’s pussy was dripping with juices as she kept slamming into the old man.

  Mark squirmed in his seat, rubbing his bulge, and str
uggling not to pull it out and relieve himself. He watched her slow down, sit on his dick like she was placing her bum on a chair. The old man raised himself and pushed her to the side lightly. He kissed her neck and fondled her breasts as they spooned facing Mark. She turned her head to the side and his lips found hers. The old man enjoyed massaging her tits with his dick pressed against her butt. She raised her leg and placed her foot on his thigh, revealing his scrotum and opening her pussy for another round.

  “You smell so good,” he whimpered.

  His hand reached for his cock, grabbed it and aimed it at her pussy, while the two were still kissing. He was inside of her as their tongues danced around, teasing each other. Ella’s moan was muffled by the kiss and it sounded like a faint hum. Greg began squeezing his cock in, with his ball sack gangling above her thigh. He held her leg at the back of her thigh. Her foot was still on his thigh as he pounded her sideways.

  When his thrusts became more energetic they stopped kissing, and Ella’s head collapsed on the pillow, her eyes closed and lips slightly parted. A few strands of her hair covered some of that gorgeous face. The old man had snuck his dick into her once again and kept pounding away. Her body twitched rapidly, and her moans were high-pitched again. A series of steady thrusts followed, each getting faster and harder. Mark saw her pussy lips stretching and curving, following his shaft on its way out each time. The old man was relentless.

  Mark admired his stamina and his ability to make the intercourse last. He was not done yet. He got on his knees again and Ella did the same. When she positioned herself on all fours, she glanced at her husband. Greg wasted no time and entered her again in haste.

  “Are you enjoying this, my dear husband?” she asked and released a long gasp.

  He said nothing. Greg pounded his wife mercilessly, making the flesh of her buttocks ripple.

  “Do you like watching him fuck me like a whore?” she provoked again, speaking between moans.