The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Oh god. Of fuck,” she cursed but loved every second of what Gil was doing to her.

  The sound of flesh slapping on flesh wasn’t just the normal impact of regular sex, it sounded definitely violent but it wasn’t enough for Sharon to make him stop. Jimmy certainly didn’t want it stopped, and Gil was doing exactly as he liked.

  Normally Sharon liked a little clit stimulation during sex which Jimmy accomplished easily enough if he was on top. If they were going doggy, she would just reach down between her legs and rub in time with his thrusts. That wasn’t necessary with Gil. His thrusts were so hard he was sending shockwaves through her body strong enough to stimulate her clit. Or maybe it was because she was fucking another man in front of her husband. Either way, it didn’t matter, because she was getting exactly what she wanted.

  The orgasm she had was so strong that she couldn’t compare it to any she ever had before. She started making some sound of pleasure, but it caught in her throat and turned into a whine as she rode out climax. As she started to come down from her orgasmic high, she was starting to believe they’d keep going and Gil would fuck her and keep fucking her, making her cum again and again until she was exhausted. Reality wasn’t what she wanted it to be. He slammed into her a few more times and then came, finishing hard inside her pussy, grunting deeply as he thrusted one last time.

  “Oh…oh,” she moaned as he eased her down to the surface of the bed. They hadn’t even had time to pull back the covers, she realized before he slapped her smartly on her taut ass.

  “It gives me great pleasure to report that your wife is a great fuck,” Gil said to Jimmy.

  “Thanks,” Jimmy said with some uncertainty.

  “This was great,” said Gil as he looked around the room and spotted his clothes on the floor, “but I know what’s expected of me.”

  “You do?” asked Jimmy.

  “Fuck her and leave her,” Gil said with a grin. “I’ve done this before.” He stepped into his pants and underwear, pulling them up and into place. “I don’t mind.” He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on before stepping into his shoes. “It was more than worth my time. Look forward to hearing from you.” With a jaunty salute he exited the room.

  Sharon had rolled to her side to watch Gil leave and now she looked to Jimmy who was still leaning against the wall with his cock out and in hand, still hard, but he hadn’t yet cum.

  “What the fuck?” Sharon said, not knowing how else to react to the strange resolution of their encounter.

  “That was—” Before Jimmy could finish they heard the door slam downstairs, indicating that Gil had left the house. “That was fucking odd.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah.”

  They looked at each other.

  “Was it good?” Jimmy finally asked.

  Sharon’s eyes went wide and she couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah. It was really good.”

  “He came in you.”

  “Yeah. You okay with that?”

  “Uh-huh.” He absently moved his hand up and down his cock in the silence that ensued.

  “What do we do now?” she asked, unsure of how to proceed from where they were.

  “Can I…can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.”

  “Would it be okay…that is…shit…” He glanced down at his hard cock. It wasn’t exactly turning purple with need, but there was a dark redness to his situation. “Would it be okay if I fucked you right now?”

  Sharon licked her lips and nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. You don’t mind that I’m…that I’m full of his cum still?”

  Jimmy shook his head and quickly got out of his clothes. “No. That’s the best part.”

  He joined her on the bed, rolling her over to her back and getting between her legs. Normally it took a little more foreplay for Jimmy to get hard enough to penetrate her, but Jimmy had just witnessed the best foreplay of his life and Sharon was still floating on her mild orgasmic high. She still wanted more and luckily she had Jimmy to help her out with that.

  As he took his cock in hand and introduced it between her lips, Sharon’s hand also went to his cock to help guide him in. It was an unnecessary gesture, but somehow essential at the same time. Somewhere in the back of her mind Sharon remembered an old adage that a slut was someone who slept with more than one guy every twenty-four hours. There had to be at least one rising and setting of the sun between men. As it was barely twenty-four seconds had passed between Gil and Jimmy and she didn’t regret it in the least. If she was a slut, she was embracing her sluttiness.

  “Christ you’re fucking hot,” Jimmy exclaimed as he sunk his cock all the way into her pussy.

  She moaned lightly as she was filled up again, savoring the return on her husband’s cock to her pussy. “It’s been a while since you told me that,” she said. “Maybe I’m getting that old where I’m not hot any longer?” she teased him.

  Jimmy looked at her face, momentarily confused. Shaking his head and giving her a kiss on the forehead, he said, “Honey, you’re still beautiful, but I was actually talking about how hot and wet your pussy is.”

  His answer surprised her and made her giggle. “Oh. Sorry. The hotness is all me, but a lot of the wetness is Gil.” Realizing what she had said made her quickly add, “Is that okay that I’m full of him right now?”

  Jimmy slammed his cock into her several times in rapid succession. It took her breath away. “Does that answer your question?”

  “God yes, fuck me harder.”

  He did. There was a pleasant familiarity of fucking his wife…even if she was full of another man’s cum.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  “I’m not going to last.” Between seeing his wife thoroughly fucked by Gil and beating off while he watched, Jimmy was already on edge.

  “Cum,” she pleaded. “Cum in me.”

  He did. It was strong and hard enough to make her cum again as well. When he came, Jimmy suddenly felt like he was a teenager again, cumming for the first time, the pain and tightness he experienced in his bedroom. Cumming in his wife after another man had used her was a life-altering situation, so much so that he felt like every ounce of spunk he had every stored in his body all rushed out and he collapsed on top of her.

  “Holy shit, I can feel it leaking out of me,” Sharon breathed in his ear. “Did you shoot like ten loads into me?” Jimmy rolled off her and she put her hand to her pussy, wiping away what was leaking out of her, and holding her fingers up to display that they were covered in his spunk. “It looks like ten loads,” she said, contemplating her fingers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so full of cum.”

  “Do you…do you like it?” Jimmy asked her.

  Sharon put one finger into her mouth and sucked off the cum as she slowly extracted it from between her lips. “I think I love it. Did you like watching me get fucked by Gil?”

  “I think I loved that.”

  “Does this make me a slut?” she pondered aloud, making it seem like she was wondering to herself, but she was secretly hoping he would answer.

  “I don’t think so, unless you want to be,” Jimmy answered.

  “Maybe I want to be,” she said boldly and then sucked another finger.

  “Would you fuck him again?” Jimmy asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

  Sharon didn’t hesitate because she wasn’t sure of her answer; she hesitated because she wanted to be sure that her answer was in synch with her husband’s desires. “Yes. Do you want me to fuck him again?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can you make it happen?”

  Jimmy smiled. “I’ll make sure to make it happen,” he promised.

  Chapter Three

  “She’s wants to do it again?” asked Gil.

  “Yeah. You sound surprised.”

  Gil shrugged. “Sort of. Like I said, I’ve done this before. Lots of women just want the one performance and that’s it.”

  Jimmy’s brow furrowed. “You’ve never been asked back?”r />
  “Uhh…no. Not really.” He rolled his shoulders like he was trying to work out a knot or some stiffness after too much exercise. They were at the smart bar in the gym so his actions weren’t unusual. What Jimmy didn’t understand was why Gil hadn’t been invited back. After all, he had done exactly what Sharon and he wanted when they brought him into their bedroom; he had been polite, respectful, fun, and, if anything, had left too quickly. Maybe Gil had fucked up a few times with other couples, but if so he had certainly learned his lesson.

  “Why?”

  “You’d have to ask them, not me.”

  Jimmy grinned. “Well, since you’re here and they aren’t, I’m inviting you back to our place. We’d like to have you as a…as a guest star again.”

  Gil nodded, his face smiling. “That would be great.”

  “Would you mind if we made a few suggestions?”

  “Sure. Go ahead.”

  The second time that Gil came to their home, Sharon didn’t have half the nervousness she did the first time and her excitement level was nearly uncontained. This time she insisted on everyone having a drink before they went to the bedroom because she wanted to be a good hostess and she insisted that Gil not leave this time until she said she was done with him. He didn’t have to run out and leave them alone.

  “And what I really want,” she said as she toyed with her mostly empty glass, her tongue loosened up by the generous amount of alcohol that it had contained, “is one of you in my mouth and the other in my pussy.”

  Gil nodded. He was easily twice her size and weight. If the alcohol was affecting him, it didn’t show; this time he was drinking because he knew it was expected of him. “Spit roasted.”

  “Is that what it’s called?” she laughed. “Weird.”

  “Unless you want one of us in your ass and one in your pussy,” said Gil. “That’s just called DP. Double penetration.”

  “Got it. No thanks. I’m not into that.”

  Gil didn’t push it. Anal wasn’t for everyone and even for those who loved it, rarely was it a second date activity. Glancing over at Jimmy he asked, “Are you okay with this, dude?”

  “It sounds great to me.”

  “Which of us goes into her mouth and which in her pussy?” he asked so he was clear on what he needed to plan for.

  “You can have her pussy first,” Jimmy said. “Then we’ll switch.”

  “Hey, I should get a say in this!” Sharon protested with a giggle.

  Jimmy rubbed her thigh. “Honey, this is all for you. But tell us what you want.”

  Giggling a little more—the alcohol was hitting her more than she realized—she said, “I want Gil in my pussy first and then you.”

  Shaking his head in amusement, Jimmy said, “Sure. Sounds like a great plan. Wish I’d thought of it.”

  They made some more plans, which eased Gil’s anxiety level because now he could plan ahead and know how many times he would have to cum and be expected to cum. Eventually they went to the bedroom. As soon as she walked through the door, Sharon quickly stripped off all her clothes save her bright purple and yellow striped silken panties. She felt festive wearing them.

  “Well?” she asked. The two men were watching as she undressed, as was only natural to their gender. “You two certainly can’t fuck me if you’re wearing your clothes.”

  That was enough to get them motivated. They didn’t hurry, but both Gil and Jimmy stripped, glancing occasionally at the other to make sure he wasn’t going too fast or too slow. Jimmy was glad to see that Gil was fully erect when he pulled down his underwear, showing his firm, if not impressively sized, cock. Jimmy wasn’t nearly as hard as he wanted to be, but was certain that would shortly change once things truly started.

  Sharon sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out, holding both their cocks at the same time. Absently she began pulling on them both, running her fingers up and down their firm shafts, making sure they were more than ready to fuck her. “I’ve never held two cocks at the same time before,” she mused. “Does that make me a slut now?”

  “You’re not a slut until you have two cocks in you,” commented Gil. With his bigger physique he subtly tried to edge Jimmy out of the way, but Sharon wasn’t having that.

  “It’s good to know I’m just moments away from turning into a slut,” said Sharon with some satisfaction. “But I’ve had a little change of heart,” she said while looking directly at Gil’s cock. “I don’t like the term ‘spit-roast’. It’s a little too degrading, but I still want both of your cocks.”

  “Okay,” Gil readily agreed. “What do you want?”

  Sharon bounced up off the bed and yanked down her panties revealing that she had prepared for their play time by artfully shaving her patch of pubic hair into a simple yet elegant strip that hid nothing and revealed everything. “You lie down on the bed, put your feet on the floor. I’m going to ride you reverse cowgirl while I suck my husband’s cock.”

  The two men exchanged a quick glance and gave each other nods of affirmation. Doing as she asked, Gil got into position and Sharon climbed on top of him, carefully balancing herself on the edge of the mattress. It was a more athletic position than she normally liked, but she figured it was more than worth the effort. Gil held her hips, steadying her while she perched with her legs spread wide so he could enter her. However, between balancing and holding, they found they were short one hand to actually get Gil’s cock into her pussy.

  “Hon? Would you mind?” she asked Jimmy, nodding once down to where Gil’s cock and her pussy were just out of alignment with each other.

  “Sure,” he agreed, maybe a little too quickly, but when he knelt down between their entangled legs he licked the length of his wife’s pussy, tasting her musk, making sure she was already well-lubricated with anticipation, while he held Gil’s cock. The other man’s erection throbbed faintly under his fingers. It was the first time Jimmy had touched another man and it excited him more than he would have guessed.

  “Oh,” Sharon moaned slightly, though it was impossible to tell if her noise was caused by Jimmy’s lick or the sight of her husband handling another man’s tool.

  By Sharon lifting her hips, Jimmy was able to guide Gil’s cock into his wife. He settled back on his heels to watch as they began moving together. The sigh of his wife impaled on another man did wonders for his erection.

  “Honey?” Sharon said softly. He looked up at her to see her eyes were unfocused. “Honey? I want to suck your cock.”

  Jimmy stood up and presented his cock to his wife. She grabbed and directed it to her mouth, but paused before parting her lips. “Don’t cum in my mouth,” she told him. “I want you to cum in my pussy… after Gil does.”

  The positioning of the three participants was a little awkward. Sharon found she couldn’t move much because if she did, it was easy for Gil’s cock to slip out of her and it made it almost impossible for her to give Jimmy a decent blowjob. The men stepped up to assist her. Gil held her hips and thrusted upward with his cock while Jimmy made sure it was easy for her to reach his cock and kept the angle easy for Sharon.

  This went on for a few minutes before Sharon abruptly pulled back from Jimmy. “He’s gonna cum,” she panted.

  “How do you know?”

  Her eyes were unfocused. It was clear that Sharon was about to cum as well. “A girl knows,” she breathed.

  Jimmy looked over his wife’s shoulder at Gil who was concentrating, either on cumming or not, he couldn’t tell. “Are you?” he asked.

  “Oh yeah. Is she ready for me?”

  “Go ahead,” Jimmy told him, more than a little chuffed at suddenly being in charge of their little affair.

  Gil’s fingers tightened on Sharon’s hips and he thrusted three times in rapid succession before letting out a deep groan of relief. Jimmy dropped to his knees to closely watch Gil’s cock in his wife’s pussy. Her lips were a deep red and swollen and Gil’s cock was pulsing with each spurt of cum he shot into his partner. Sharon cle
arly enjoyed being the center of attention and just as clearly loved what Gil was doing. Her thighs were shaking and the noise she made was familiar to Jimmy’s ears; he had heard her cum many times before.

  It was the perfect show to his lust-addled eyes and Jimmy felt no regrets as Gil’s orgasm faded and his cock began to slip out of Sharon. “Can’t keep holding her up,” he said as he lowered his hips. Jimmy watched, fascinated, as Gil’s shriveling cock came free and his wife’s pussy was momentarily open wide of its own accord. He was overcome with two desires at once: to put Gil’s cock in his mouth and to lick and suck his wife’s pussy. The choice was impossible to make.

  “Do you like what you see?” Sharon asked him, floating down from her orgasm but seeing her husband’s desire as well.

  To answer her, he leaned forward and placed his mouth on his wife’s sex. He savored her familiar flavor that was spiked with the unusual tang of semen. Jimmy had taste his own semen before, on his wife’s lips, on her pussy, and occasionally on his own fingers, but this was different. It wasn’t unpleasant; it was invigorating.

  “You don’t have to do that, baby,” Sharon said softly.

  He looked up at her with shameless eyes before breaking the seal between mouth and cunt. “I want to,” he breathed.

  She smiled down at him and hooked her fingers under his jaw in an attempt to pull him up to her face for a kiss, but Jimmy resisted. Emboldened by his success he turned his head from under her fingers, and scooted down lower. Gil was almost fully soft now, but retained a little of his erection. Jimmy didn’t care about that. He took the other man’s cock in hand and brought it to his mouth. Putting the shaft between his lips he tasted his wife’s pussy and Gil’s cum again. As soon as he started sucking, Gil’s cock twitched and started to recover.

  Sharon looked down at her husband in surprise. She wasn’t upset. She just wasn’t expecting it. That was the best part. That and seeing how at ease with giving another man head Jimmy was. It turned her on more than she would have guessed.