by Ben Boswell
It was hard though, because as he got close, he took control. He let go of her hair, and her head flopped forward. He gripped her hips and began pounding into her non-stop. Her grunts turned to squeals, and then she shuddered again, and as she did, he pulled out his prick and came all over her back.
When he was done, he rubbed his cock up and down her slit, and then reentered her. I wasn’t sure if he was planning to go again, or whether this was just his way of extending the sensation. Either way, it was winding down. It was getting late, and I’d found our missing lovebirds.
I carefully climbed back over the fence and wound my way back to our house.
It was closing on 1:00am, and when I’d left the house, it was dark and sleepy, so I was surprised upon my return to see the living room brightly lit. The girls must have come home and decided to wait up for little sister. I hesitated and tried to formulate how I’d break the news to them.
Don’t worry about Lena. She’s fine. She and Chris are just watching the waves.
Or maybe…
Chris and Lena seemed to have really hit it off, followed by a wink.
Or perhaps…
You won’t believe who I just saw fucking in the lee of a multimillion dollar house.
I decided to play it by ear. I climbed up the stairs and walked around to the sliding doors. I could hear an animated conversation going on, but as I slipped inside they went silent, and were looking at me. Brad in the kitchen, cracking open a beer, Claire opposite him across the counter with a glass of wine, and Lena sprawled on the sofa…
Lena sprawled on the sofa…
“Where’s Marie?” I asked.
But I already knew, I’d recognized her slender ass, noticed the absence of Lena’s prominent chest, even, for fuck’s sake, heard the familiar gasp that signaled an impending climax. I’d convinced myself it was the poor lighting and the difficulty of hearing over the sounds of the ocean, a suspension of disbelief that allowed me to pretend I’d been watching Chris fucking Lena, when in reality he’d been fucking my wife.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Brad looked at me sympathetically, Claire was anxious, and Lena, the little bitch, amused.
“What’s so funny?” I demanded of her.
She shrugged. I turned to Claire. “What happened?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, the kitchen door opened and in entered my cheating spouse, out-of-breath and disheveled, her hair a mess, her tank top off-kilter. Our eyes met and she gave me a pleading look. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, the door opened again, and in strode Chris, looking quite pleased with himself. He placed a hand on Marie’s hip. She didn’t shake him off.
Suddenly, Lena was laughing. We all turned toward her.
“What?” I asked.
She sprang up, her tits jiggling deliciously beneath her tight tee shirt. “Key party!” she exclaimed. She looked at Brad.”I get Mr. Horse Cock.”
“What are you talking about?” I said.
Claire sidled up to me. “I guess you get me,” she said. Then in a whisper, “I’ll explain everything in a bit.”
She took my hand and firmly dragged me toward the stairs. I looked back over my shoulder to see my wife, eyeing me nervously even as she pressed back against Chris, who now had his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded, while at the same time her hand closed over his on her belly.
Up in my bedroom, Claire sat me down on the bed. I stared uncomprehendingly at the door, at least until she whipped off her dress and stood before me stark naked.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She dropped into my lap and straddled me, her arms around my neck, her gorgeous tits in my face.
“You do realize who Chris is?”
I shook my head.
“Chris… Jackson.”
“C.J.,” I muttered.
She chuckled.
“So this was all a set-up?” I asked.
“No. Just a weird coincidence,” she answered quickly.
“I still don’t understand.”
“He started working in our office. I had the hots for him. I sort of jokingly suggested we should hook him up with Lena, but once it became clear he’d be coming along to the beach, Brad and I started fantasizing about me hooking up with him while he was here.”
“But… how did he end up with—”
“Marie?”
I nodded.
“Well, the way I had it mapped out in my mind was that Lena probably wouldn’t go for him. She’s always going out with vapid young guys, and then I would step in and, you know, soothe his disappointment. But,” she added with a laugh, “that little whore fucked up our plans. But Marie didn’t like the idea of her old flame fucking her little sister.”
“So, she decided to do it herself?”
Claire shrugged. “You’re really not going to play with my titties?”
“I….”
She lifted a nipple to my mouth. “Go ahead, you can suck and listen at the same time.”
It wasn’t a particularly subtle moment. Messing around with Claire would excuse Marie’s actions. But then again, not fooling around with Claire wasn’t going to unfuck my wife. And anyway, her nipple, dark red and swollen was too tempting to resist. I cupped her big tit in my hands and swallowed her nip into my mouth.
“Oh yeah, that’s better,” she moaned. She began to grind against me with her bare pussy.
She continued the story. “Marie was upset. We went out looking for them. We found them on the walkway, making out. He had her up on the fence, standing between her legs, playing with her titties. Marie stormed over and broke them up and then she and Chris started getting into it.”
I took a break from sucking her tit to ask, “What do you mean?” I sucked the other nipple into my mouth.
She chuckled. “Like just yelling at each other. Nasty stuff. You know, the kind of fight where they’re either going to come to blows or start fucking any minute. I’m guessing you saw what direction it took?”
“Yes.”
“But you thought it was Lena.”
“Yes,” I said. Though I’d already admitted to myself that wasn’t true, I couldn’t admit it to her.
She chuckled. “Poor baby. Did it turn you on?”
She didn’t realize how sharp her question cut. I didn’t answer.
She continued. “I bet it did. Watching people fuck is hot. How were you supposed to know it was your wife? Must be very confusing for you.”
“Stop, Claire, stop it.”
She grinned at me. “I love your big, strong arms. I’ve always wanted to fuck you, you know.”
I chuckled. “Bullshit.”
She ignored me. “And you’ve always wanted to fuck me.”
Now that I couldn’t deny.
“So what if Marie spends a little time with an old flame? We can make our own fun, right?”
She kissed me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth as she began to squirm in my lap. My prick was rock hard. She adjusted herself so that her pussy rubbed against my erection.
“Lena and I left when it started to get uncomfortable. You know, lying manwhore and frigid bitch kind of stuff. But now I sort of wish we’d stayed. What did you see?”
I didn’t respond.
She took my hands and put them on her sweet butt. “Squeeze my ass and tell me what you saw.”
“I… they were making love.”
“Making love?”
It flooded back to me. “He was on top. And she was wrapped all around him. And they were kissing. And—”
She kissed me again, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth.
“Are we going to make love?” she asked. “Or just fuck?”
“What?”
She reached down and began unzipping my shorts. “I want your cock inside me.”
I grunted as she freed my prick. She rubbed the head along her wet slit. Our eyes
“Oh God,” I moaned at the feeling of her hot, wet, tight cunt.
She kissed me again passionately as she began to move against me, my prick sliding in and out of her pussy.
“Are we fucking or making love?” she asked again.
I finally got it. “Fucking.”
She smiled and slung her hips harder against me. “We’re fucking. Lena and my husband are fucking. Marie and Chris are fucking. And that’s all it is.”
I squeezed her ass more firmly. She lifted her tit to my mouth, and I sucked hard on her nipple. She let out a sharp hiss, but thrust against me harder to show her pleasure.
“I like your cock,” she gasped.
I chuckled. “I’m surprised you can even feel it.”
“I’m grateful for a normal cock for once. All kinds of things I can do with you that I can’t with Brad.”
I remembered hearing her tell Brad how much she missed having a cock in her ass. How his was too big. Right on cue, she said, “You can finger my ass if you want.”
I nearly came. Damn, she was a dirty girl. I took a deep breath, resumed sucking on her tit, and ran a finger up her crack until I felt her anus. She reached down and pulled my hand away. I thought I’d done something wrong, but then she slurped my middle finger into her mouth, covering it with her spit.
“Now do it,” she said.
I reached back down and circled her ass.
“Put it in.”
I did. Maybe a little too hard. She hissed. But then kissed me hard. Her pussy seemed to get wetter, and I couldn’t believe how tight her ass was, and how hot. She yanked my shirt over my head and then pressed her fat tits against my chest, her nipples hard as erasers. She humped me wildly. I gasped.
“Don’t come inside me.”
“Okay,” I said a little shakily. She was grinding against me so hard that I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
“Let me know when you’re going to come. I want it in my mouth.”
That pushed me over the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I grunted.
She hopped off me and I started to spurt just as she did. She dropped down between my legs and caught the second shot on her tits before she was able to get me in her hot mouth to finish me off. She sucked me deep and massaged my balls, milking every last drop of jism into her mouth.
“That was amazing,” I enthused.
She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth. Man, that was quite a sight. She slowly, slowly rose off me, giving my glans a tongue lashing as she did.
“Worth the price?” she asked.
That snapped me back to reality. The only reason I was with Claire was that my wife had gotten boned… was still getting boned by Chris.
“I don’t know.”
“We should go check it out.”
I shook my head. “No. No.”
Claire laughed and took my hand. She pulled me to my feet. I could easily have resisted, but I didn’t.
“Should we get dressed?” I asked.
“Why would we want to do that?”
Pulling me by the hand, she turned toward the door. I followed, my eyes glued to her shapely ass. At the bottom of the stairs, it was like being in the middle of a stereophonic orgy, with moans coming from both the sleeping porch and the master bedroom.
“Yours first,” Claire said as she dragged me toward the porch.
We stayed in the shadows, but I’m not sure it would have mattered. Marie and Chris were on the daybed, spooning as they fucked. My wife’s eyes were closed tight and she was moaning passionately. We watched for a couple of minutes as she ground her ass into his crotch.
“God, he plays her body like an instrument,” Claire gushed.
She was right. It wasn’t just C.J.’s big dick that was driving my wife crazy. His hands were all over her as well. He was tweaking and twisting her nipples, which were as long and hard as I’d ever seen them. She squeaked excitedly as he palmed her throat, and she eagerly sucked on his thumb as he pumped it into her mouth.
Claire took my thumb and sucked it into her mouth as well. Her hand found my cock and began to work it back into shape.
On the porch, Chris pressed down on my wife’s belly, holding her still as he rammed her hard from behind. His fingers slid along her landing strip, finding her clit, and then making fast, hard circles on her sensitive nub. She squealed in passion, and her body shuddered violently.
Claire spit out my thumb. “How many times do you think he’s made her come?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
Claire chuckled. “Rhetorical question, Baby.”
I watched as Marie disentangled herself from Chris, his cock sliding out of her battered pussy.
“Oooh, that’s a nice cock,” Claire sighed.
He wasn’t as big as Brad, nowhere near as long, but very thick, though I only got a fleeting glimpse of it before my wife sucked it deep into her mouth. She adjusted herself to swallow him more easily, rising up on her knees, and flashing Claire and me with a shot of her wet, swollen cunt and tight, puckered asshole. Marie slobbered wetly on his prick.
“She loves his cock,” Claire said. “Does she lick you clean after you’ve fucked her?”
I shook my head.
“Poor baby,” she cooed as she dropped to her knees.
I didn’t even look down at her as she swallowed my prick into her mouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off my wife. Chris reached around and began massaging her ass. His fingers trailed down between her cheeks, finding her wet slit and slipping inside. Marie moaned around his fat cock as he fingered her. When he added a second finger to her wet pussy, she gasped, her blowjob getting wetter and hotter, and when he inserted a finger into her ass, she gasped again, bobbing faster and faster on his prick.
“That’s it Baby,” he sighed, “here it comes.”
She didn’t back off, and I realized she wanted to swallow his come. I gasped as well and began coming into Claire’s mouth at the same time that Chris blew his load in my wife’s. Both women swallowed without hesitation.
Claire stood up. I could feel her breath, hot and musky, against my neck. I was worried she’d want me to kiss her, but instead she nibbled on my neck. On the porch, Chris’ climax had changed nothing. He was still fingerbanging my wife’s cunt and ass, and she was still working his cock like a pro.
“That’s so hot,” she whispered in my ear, “how many times do you think she’s sucked him hard?”
“I don’t know.”
Claire grabbed my cock and squeezed it firmly.
“I think he’s planning on fucking her ass. Does she do that?”
“No.” I watched as his index finger disappeared completely into her butt. “Not with me.”
She chuckled softly. “Bad girl. Well, she won’t have any excuses now.”
I thought back to the conversation we had before we went on this trip. About me giving her permission to be with another man in return for fucking her up the ass while she ate Claire’s pussy. Despite Claire’s reassurance, I wondered again how much of this had been planned and how far in advance?
Claire tugged at my prick.
“We can come back to them, but first I want to see what my big boy is up to.”
She led me by the cock, which was just as weird as it sounds, but also surprisingly exciting, especially as we approached the master bedroom and I could hear the sounds of Lena squealing excitedly and the bed squeaking. We cracked open the door and peered in. As with Chris and Marie, we’d needn’t have been so cautious. They were so distracted, we could have walked in with a marching band and not have been noticed.
Brad was flat on his back, and Lena was riding him. Really riding him. With her feet flat on the bed, she squatted up and down on his huge cock, an impressive feat of fucking and aerobic fitness. He had his hands on her hips to keep her balanced, leaving her hands free to run her fingers through her hair in passion, lift her own breasts to her mouth to suck her nipples, and reach down between her legs to fondle his shaft and balls.
Each time Lena impaled herself on him, she cried out.
“Oh God! Oh, my fucking God! Oh God!”
It was unbelievable.
“Wow,” I muttered.
Claire was temporarily speechless and breathing heavily, but that didn’t stop her from stroking me faster and faster.
“Look at the little whore go,” she said. Her tone both bitter and in grudging admiration. It was the first evidence she’d given me that this wasn’t much easier for her than for me.
I doubted Brad was having the same mixed emotions. Hot, little Lena was just fucking the shit out of him.
“You going to fuck me or what?” Claire asked.
I was so focused on Lena that I hadn’t noticed I was hard and she was pressing her ass against my crotch.
“Yeah.”
I bent my knees and she positioned my cock. I thrust up hard into her hot, wet hole. I cupped her big tits and rammed her hard, channeling my anger at Marie and my excitement at watching Lena into a series of hard thrusts that lifted her off the ground. Claire growled enthusiastically.
I timed my fucking to match Lena bouncing on Brad’s dick.
“Think he’s having fun?” I asked, gasping.
“That little cunt better not break his dick.”
As if to test that, Lena dropped down extra hard and ground her pussy into his groin. He took advantage of her brief pause to maul her tits. She said something I couldn’t quite catch, and Brad laughed. They were having fun, and that seemed to infuriate Claire.
“Put it in my ass,” Claire grunted.
“What?”
She reached down and removed my cock from her pussy and pressed it against her anus.
“Fuck my ass like Chris is fucking Marie’s.”
That got me going just as she’d intended. I thrust forward hard. Claire let out a hissing gasp. Her ass was hot and tight, a hard rubber ring squeezing my prick. I sawed into her a couple of inches at a time. Lena started rolling her hips, sliding her pussy up and down Brad’s big cock.
“Hope you’re enjoying that little slut,” Claire whispered toward her husband. “Tomorrow, you’ll get to hear all about how Dan fucked me up the ass. How I guzzled his come.”
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