The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Angie waited patiently as Rob rolled off the bed and undressed. He didn’t hurry or dawdle, but just took his time, letting her watch him. By the time he removed his underwear, she saw that his cock was fully erect and ready. She could even see a bead of precum forming on the tip. Unconsciously she licked her lips in anticipation, but she knew that she wasn’t going to be sucking his cock.

  Remaining silent, Rob knelt behind her on the bed and reached between her legs. His fingers probed carefully at her pussy. It was hot and swollen in anticipation. The best part was that she was incredibly wet.

  “You really want my cock, huh?” he asked her, pushing a finger inside her. He was just probing, but it was a welcome intrusion and her pussy closed eagerly on his finger.

  “Uh-huh,” she panted. Just the idea of having his cock back inside her was almost enough to get her off. Almost. It was a good thing that Lisa had fucked her earlier in the day; if she hadn’t, Angie knew that she would cum as soon as Rob pushed his cock inside of her. Her desire was too great. “Please,” she begged as she moved her hips around, trying to get more friction from his finger.

  That was enough for Rob to withdraw the wet digit. Suddenly it was it front of her lips and she knew what he wanted. She sucked it in, tasting herself on his finger. The moment she did, his cock went up into her pussy.

  “Yes yes yes,” she said as he invaded her cunt. His finger went away and he grasped her shoulders.

  His cock was exactly as she remembered. It filled her exactly and perfectly. The curve matched her pussy and it throbbed pleasantly. Automatically she started moving her entire body, getting it to go in and out of her pussy, but Rob stilled her and just let their bodies rest together a minute, joined as one.

  “Keep going,” she urged him. Maybe she was addicted to his cock. Maybe it did just fit her and only her perfectly. Marc’s cock was nice—it wasn’t like she wasn’t getting any sex—but her husband’s was the one for her. Being tortured by her tits was one thing, but to have his cock actually inside her and not moving the way she wanted—the way she needed—it was worse torture.

  “You want that, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Fuck yes,” she said desperately. “I need it.”

  The slap to her ass wasn’t exactly unexpected, and she wasn’t one for mild sexual torture for no good reason, but she didn’t complain about it either. “Harder,” she said.

  Instead. Rob bent forward and planted his hands on either side of hers and gave her two weak thrusts.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Holding himself up on one hand, he snaked the other under her body and found the dangling weight of the nipple clamp chain. The tug on it as he grasped it sent a shockwave through her body. When he pulled down on the chain, bringing it all the way to the mattress, she was automatically followed it.

  “No!” he snapped at her.

  “What?”

  “Lock your elbows. Stay upright.”

  “Why?” Angie whimpered even as she obeyed.

  “Because I want you to. Because you deserve the pain.” He shifted his weight and used his hand that had been holding him parallel to the mattress to make sure her tits were being stretched out.

  She didn’t know where he got that logic, but she did the best she could in obeying. It hurt incredibly. With Rob pinning the chain to the mattress, her breasts and nipples were stretched out painfully to the point where she could no longer feel his cock buried in her pussy.

  “Do you like that?” he asked her.

  “No,” she sobbed. Angie didn’t mean for the word to come out as a sob, but in the stress of the type of sex that Rob wanted right then, it was all she could do.

  He made a satisfied sound and started rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her again. There wasn’t much she could do about it, and her body wanted his cock more than she realized. Rob fucking her took the edge off the pain in her tits and actually started to make it feel incredibly good. It was wrong, but she wasn’t complaining. She knew she should have, but there was no point to it. They were both getting what they wanted.

  “You like this?” he asked while her fucked her. The sound of his body slapping into her filled the room. “You like being fucked like this, you slut?”

  “Yesss,” she hissed out. The pain was receding. It was still there in the background, but it wasn’t going away, not anytime soon. She cursed herself even as she realized that was a good thing.

  “I bet you do. You. Fucking. Slut.” He punctuated each of the words with a hard thrust into her pussy. She gasped with each impact. And then he came.

  The sudden explosion of his cum inside her pussy was a welcome return to a semblance of normalcy in their sex life, though really this could hardly be called normal in any marriage. Even so, it was more than enough to make her cum. Her body literally shook as she first squealed in pleasure that slowly faded away into a moan.

  Her arms weren’t up to holding her body in place any more. That was fine. Rob let her slowly collapse down to the bed where her body pressed into her sore tits. The mild pressure felt good to her abused flesh. As she went down, his soft cock slowly slipped free of her body. That was fine as well. She was sated for the moment.

  Rob lay down on his side next to her. “Roll over.”

  “Too tired.” Her voice was muffled by her arms and the pillow.

  “I need to take the clamps off.”

  She could feel the hard metal clamps and chain pressing into her skin and flesh. It was uncomfortable but not painful. She was certain her nipples had already gone numb from being under the clamps for so long.

  “It’s gonna hurt to take them off,” she complained.

  “Yes. But you can’t leave them on forever,” he pointed out. Rob pushed on her shoulder and side and she slowly acquiesced into being rolled over by him. The chain didn’t get caught in the sheets or her arm, but the weight as it moved pulled uncomfortably on her nipples.

  Reaching out for the vicious little metal clamps, Rob asked, “Are you ready?”

  “No.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said as his fingers found the screws to release the pressure. Angie found that she couldn’t look, but her hands moved to push his away. It was a wasted effort; he barely noticed her efforts to protect herself.

  The screws were simultaneously turned and the pressure was gone. For a flash of a second Angie felt some relief, and then the blood started circulating and it was like her nipples were on fire. She let out of sharp whimper of pain and grabbed her tits with both hands, rolling away from Rob to suffer alone.

  “That fucking hurt!” she all but shouted at him.

  “You liked wearing them while we fucked,” he pointed out.

  “Not the fucking point,” she snapped.

  “Jesus. It’s just a little fucking pain. Don’t be such a baby.” There was cruelty in his voice, but that didn’t bother Angie. What truly hurt her was his amusement.

  “Next time how about we make you wear the fucking things?” She knew she wasn’t going to do that to him. Maybe it hurt to wear the nipple clamps, but it made the sex better as well. She knew she was going to try them again.

  “To hurt me?” he asked her.

  “Yes!”

  “You’ve already fucking hurt me,” he said.

  “How?” she asked him. The fire in her nipples was slowly fading so she was distracted.

  “By fucking that guy. What’s his name? Marc?”

  She glanced his way. “We already settled that,” she said weakly.

  “We had...but you’re still fucking him!”

  Angie opened her mouth to deny it, but then said nothing.

  “Are you going to deny it?” he asked her.

  “No,” she said softly.

  “Then why are you still fucking him?” he asked. “Is he better in bed than me? Does he have a huge cock you can’t give up? Are you in love with him? What is it, Ang? Huh? Tell me!”

  “I don’t know,” she answered. “I jus
t…I just need to fuck other men I guess.” There was silence between them. “How did you know?”

  “It’s completely fucking obvious. You smell like him. I can see the bruises on your body. The way you act. Once I started looking for it, I could see that you spend half your free time trying to hook up. I mean, Jesus Fuck! At least put a passcode on your phone so I don’t see all the messages you send each other.”

  More silence.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Like I believe that.”

  “It’s true,” she insisted, lifting her hand from her breast to wipe away tears that were forming. “Okay, yeah, I’ve cheated on you, Rob. But I love you. I just need sex from more than one person.”

  “You sound like a slut.”

  “Maybe I am,” she said and swallowed. “Yeah. I am. Let me make it up to you.”

  He laughed ruefully and flopped onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “How? You going to lactate for me again, Angie? You’re already doing that. You going to promise it’ll never happen again? You already made that promise.”

  “How about I get Lisa to fuck you?” she asked. It was a crazy scheme, but it was all Angie had and she knew she could make it work.

  Rob turned his head to look at her. “Who the fuck is Lisa?”

  “Marc’s wife.”

  “How the fuck can you make an offer like that?”

  Angie worked her jaws and no sound came out. Then she cleared her throat and said, “She sort of made the offer already. To me.”

  Chapter Nine

  Rob stiffly shook Marc’s hand. It wasn’t the first time they had met—that was when he had walked in on Marc and Angie fucking—but it was the first time under better circumstances. It was strange how they both pretended that Angie hadn’t been fucking Marc for the past year. It was stranger that they were both pretending like they didn’t know what was going to happen shortly.

  “Thanks for inviting us over,” Marc said.

  “Where are your kids?” Lisa asked Angie.

  “Got them to spend the night with friends,” Angie replied. “One of the small advantages of having young teenagers. They want to leave the house as much as possible.”

  “Very generous of you,” Marc said to Rob who didn’t understand exactly how he had gotten himself into this situation.

  “What’s generous of me?”

  “Sharing your wife.”

  “Am I?” Rob asked.

  Lisa tried not to laugh. “You’ve been sharing her,” she pointed out.

  Rob tried not to get angry. He was fairly certain they weren’t mocking him, but it hurt to know that Marc had been fucking his wife—apparently with his own wife’s permission and approval—and they had been keeping it a secret from him.

  “And we’d like to thank you for it,” Lisa added. “It’s very generous of you.”

  “Generous?” asked Rob.

  “For sharing her with us,” Lisa said happily.

  Rob looked to his wife and saw her face turn bright red. She wasn’t the sort of person who got easily embarrassed. Everything fell into place. Angie wasn’t just fucking Marc; apparently she was fucking Lisa as well.

  If Lisa had misread the situation or if she didn’t care about what she was saying and the half-hidden secrets she was revealing, she didn’t let on. She pressed forward. “She’s been a welcome addition to our bedroom. I sort of half wish you weren’t into the whole breast milk thing because that means I don’t get to play with her tits as much as I’d like. She’s saving them all for you.”

  Rob smiled politely and pulled his wife in close. They were in the large kitchen and dining room area of their house. It was easy for him to give Angie a kiss on the cheek and whisper in her ear, “You saved your tits for me, but not your pussy?”

  Pretending that nothing was amiss, Angie turned to the other couple and said, “I wasn’t saving them just for Rob.” This was followed by a light laugh. “But we didn’t invite you over for drinks and conversation,” she continued as she pulled away from her husband and approached Lisa. Giving the other woman a peck on the cheek, she grabbed Lisa’s hands and started to draw her out of the kitchen. “The bedroom is upstairs. We’ve got a king-sized mattress that needs to be put to the test. And I know that Rob wants to see what I’ve been doing in my spare time.” She gave the men an overly broad wink and slipped out of the room, pulling Lisa along with her.

  “C’mon,” said Marc, following the women.

  Rob went along. It wasn’t like he had any choice.

  By the time he got to the bedroom, Lisa and Angie were already down to their bras and panties. They were standing next to the foot of the bed, making out like horny teenagers, either blissfully unaware of the men in the room or pretending that they weren’t being carefully watched.

  Watching them, Rob didn’t know what to think. Intellectually he knew that his wife had been fucking Marc, and he had only figured out minutes earlier that she was apparently also fucking Lisa, but it was strange to see. His cock knew exactly what to think, however. It was uncomfortably hard inside his pants.

  “Fucking hot,” Marc said approvingly. The other man was a few inches shorter than Rob, but was easily much more muscular. “Do you want to just watch ‘em and let ‘em do their thing, or do you want to fuck them?”

  It took Rob a moment to realize that Marc was talking to him. “Uh. Either way. What do you want to do?”

  Marc laughed. “This is your rodeo, man. You get to pick. It’s your night.”

  Rob honestly didn’t know what to think or what to pick. His anger seethed under the surface and he wasn’t sure that mixing meaningless sex with that anger was a good idea.

  As it was, he didn’t have a choice.

  Lisa broke off the kiss with Angie. Somehow during their clinch Angie had managed to release Lisa’s bra. Her tits were impressive. Differently sized and shaped from Angie’s with darker nipples. Rob found himself quickly fascinated. “I’m sure Rob doesn’t want to fuck his wife in front of us, hon. Why don’t I help him out?” She moved away from Angie and went to her knees in front of Rob.

  When she reached for his belt, he knew he should have backed away, but he didn’t. Lisa knew exactly what she was doing and as much as possible without actually helping, Rob helped her open up his pants and get his cock out.

  “Already hard,” she said. “You’re very eager.” And with those words she put her mouth onto his cock, sucking away the bit of precum that had already drooled out.

  His heart was thumping in his chest and he looked over at his wife while another woman fellated him. Rob was certain that Angie was going to either be screaming at him in anger or crying because he had betrayed her.

  But she hardly noticed him at all. Marc had gone to her, picked her up, and placed her on the bed while he climbed on top of her. They were in the process of getting her panties off when Lisa pulled back and spoke to him.

  “Go ahead and watch them. It’s fun,” she said. “Tell me when you want to fuck. Or you can cum in my mouth if you want.” She went back to giving him the blowjob he never knew he wanted but was so desperate to have.

  Lisa was very attractive. Even more so with her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him while bobbing her head back and forth. He didn’t know what to think. It was one thing to accept a blowjob from a near-stranger, but it was something else entirely to do it while his wife was about to fuck another man.

  He glanced back over at Angie. Her panties were gone although her bra remained, keeping her tits under control. Marc was naked and kneeling between Angie’s spread legs. The other man’s cock, Rob was relieved to realize, while it wasn’t tiny, didn’t have half the length of Rob’s though it was much, much thicker. He wasn’t certain Angie would be able to take it, but she didn’t seem the least bit worried about it.

  Lisa saw him watching and took his cock out of her mouth again. It wasn’t much of a blowjob. “Want to cum in my mouth while he fucks her?” she graciously offered.

  When h
e spoke the words to his answer, they surprised even him. “I want to blow my load over her tits,” he said.

  It was a ridiculous request and both Lisa and Angie should have said no. Instead Lisa just nodded her head. “Okay, tell me when you’re gonna cum.” Before she started sucking again she led him by the cock over to the edge of the bed where Marc was already fucking Angie. Apparently she had no trouble getting the other man’s thick cock into her pussy. The familiar sounds of Angie in the middle of sex filled his ears. She wasn’t completely gone yet; she was aware of her surroundings enough to reach out and curl her hand around Rob’s thigh.

  “Oh fuck,” Rob burst out. “It’s gonna happen.”

  Lisa reacted smoothly, pulling back and aiming his cock at Angie’s chest. Angie kept pumping Rob’s cock until it all became too much and three thick ropes of cum burst forth and splattered onto Angie’s chest. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to cum, but seemed delighted to have the benefit of her husband’s cum all over her cleavage and bra. The material wasn’t ruined, but he left it in an awful state.

  Angie turned her head to Rob; a big grin was plastered over her face. “Did you like cumming all over me?” she asked him. “Want to watch me cum now?”

  Rob just nodded his head. “Uh-huh.”

  Part Three

  Marc and Lisa

  Chapter Ten

  Rob watched as Marc continued to pound away at Angie’s pussy. His cum remained on Angie’s chest, even as she absently rubbed it into her skin. Marc wasn’t the least put off by his lover’s gesture. If anything, it was a turn on to the other man to see his lover covered in her husband’s cum.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” Lisa breathed from her place on the floor. She released Rob’s cock and turned to her friend, leaning over Angie’s body to kiss the other woman. It wasn’t a friendly kiss between casual acquaintances, it was the kiss shared by lovers. “I wanted him to fuck me,” she confided in Angie, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

  Angie said nothing, but simply drew her legs up so that Marc could more deeply thrust his short, stubby cock into her wide-open pussy. Rob didn’t know what to think. He stood there with his pants half down and his cock slowly drooping as the other three continued on almost without him. He felt half-blocked from their intimacy.