by R. C. Curtis
I stood up, and turned around. He was already inside her, and moving, thrusting eagerly. Kelly moaned.
“Thanks for warming her up for me, old man,” said Brandon. “I’ll take it from here.”
Cocky bastard.
I stood by the side of the bed watching them fuck. I stood there for quite a while, waiting for my erection to go down, but it didn’t. Kelly’s cunt was very wet, they made squishing sounds as their bodies merged and came apart. Kelly seemed to be close to coming. I turned and went to sit one of the easy chairs facing the bed. I heard the cries of Kelly’s orgasm behind me.
I settled into the chair. Kelly would have more orgasms, it didn’t matter if I missed one.
So I watched them fuck.
Brandon drove her steadily, embedding his long thick cock deep inside Kelly. His heavy balls thumped against her ass cheeks as he fucked her. I had a perfect view of that from where I sat, and plenty of time to enjoy it, because he kept that pace going forever, until at long last Kelly’s little hands fluttered on his back, and she came again, locking her legs around his waist as she vibrated.
After she calmed down, they switched positions, letting Kelly sit on him cowgirl style. “Oh you’re still here,” she said.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to, she was already watching her pussy settle down onto Brandon’s cock.
“Picking up any tips?” asked Brandon.
I hadn’t actually. So far he was just a big dick with relentless staying power. I knew he could fuck Kelly well, but what I was seeing wasn’t going to help me any. Staying power I have, maybe not as much as a young kid, but plenty. And watching his big cock wasn’t going to make mine any bigger.
I wanted to watch Kelly fuck him cowgirl style though.
I was not disappointed.
When Kelly fucks like this she usually holds her breasts so they don’t bounce around too wildly. But Brandon wouldn’t let her. At first he held her hands, then he let them go and told her not to hold her tits, so she had to obey.
Kelly bounced uncontrollably on his cock. Her breasts swung and bounced hypnotically. I held my cock and stroked it slowly, watching her. Watching her face, watching her breasts undulate madly. Almost made it worthwhile to give up my place.
Before she could come again, Brandon flipped her over and drove his cock into her from behind. Kelly moaned and told him how wonderful his cock was, how good it felt, how much she loved being fucked by him. I took a look at him fucking her intently, watching his hips slam forward and drive his cock like a wedge into her pussy. It looked like one more strong hit would split her in two, like a wood splitter destroys a chunk of wood.
Kelly bore up under the assault though. In fact she seemed to thrive. She was quite vocal still, telling him how much she wanted him to fuck her hard.
I got up to walk out, having seen enough for tonight, and still sporting an erection that refused to die. Brandon saw me and called out. “Wait, don’t you want to see me come in your wife?”
He seemed drunk to me. I turned to watch. He flipped Kelly onto her back. “I like to watch those tits bounce when I come.”
I didn’t feel any shame in watching him come in my Kelly. In fact, I wanted to see it. I like watching Kelly come, and I like seeing men take possession of my wife, holding her hips, and driving their cum-spurting cocks deep into her soul. I like watching them take pleasure from her body, I like watching her face as they moan and gasp, spasming into her.
Kelly’s face is beatific when men come in here. Her soul is satisfied on a level I can’t imagine. She does it when I come in her, when a friend comes in her, or when a perfect stranger comes in her. She calls it “Heaven inside me,” the fact that men find their ultimate ecstatic pleasure inside her body.
She didn’t look beatific now, of course. Her face was tense, her breasts careening every which way as Brandon slammed her. They both made verbal, unconscious sounds of increasing pressure, like a boiler heated to the bursting point.
I wondered who would burst first.
A man nearing orgasm inside her is astonishingly erotic for Kelly. She shares a simultaneous orgasm with the cock spurting inside her pussy simply because she can’t control her own eruption of lust and pleasure.
I watched Brandon fuck my wife. They were close. Kelly squeezed her breasts together with her arms, as if offering them to Brandon, and he burst. He arched and shuddered. Kelly let go of her breasts and clutched the sheets, staring upwards as she bent upwards and trembled in orgasm. Their genitals mashed together, writhing against each other, obscene, primal and desperate.
It was heavenly.
They caught their breath, entwined in each other. Kelly stroked his hair as he kissed her neck.
“Need a break?” I asked, gently breaking in upon them.
Kelly shook her head, her chest rising and falling, her eyes glazed like they get when she hits a sexual high. I could fuck her now and she wouldn’t know if it was me or Brandon.
“Not at all,” said Brandon. “I’ve got plenty left in me.”
He kept his stiff cock moving inside her as he caught his breath. Neither of them looked like they were done yet.
I turned and left the room.
I went downstairs, and into the back yard, into the night air. The table I had set up for Kelly was still out, the extinguished candles still sitting on the white table cloth.
“How many times had I done this?” I wondered. “Waiting outside while Kelly fucks someone?”
I picked up a candle, lifting it from the holder. It was waxy smooth in my hand. I couldn’t count. “A lot of times, “I decided.
Not too many times though. Just a lot. There would be more times in the future, with Kelly fucking some guy while I bide my time to take her home.
Except tonight this was my home. I felt unreasonably annoyed at that. I didn’t like being replaced in my own bed. Kelly and I would talk about that tomorrow.
We had a rule for Kelly. She could do anything, assuming I was okay with it. If I wasn’t, we’d talk about it the next day, but tonight, she could have her pleasure knowing she was safe and secure. If there is a problem, I’ll sleep on it. Figure it out. Talk to her tomorrow.
I caressed the candle.
It was smooth, like Kelly’s skin. Curved like Kelly’s breasts.
I could hear them fucking again, the sound distant through an open window. Mostly I heard Kelly moaning. She was having a good night. She loved fucking Brandon. I loved Kelly fucking. Fucking anyone really, but if she loves fucking them then it is hot for me too.
Although I would have liked to have come in her tonight.
Fucking cocky little asshole. “Thanks for warming her up.”
I thought of Kelly’s bouncing breasts.
I walked to the side of the pool, in the shallow end, where Brandon had first fucked Kelly.
I snapped the candle stick in half and lightly threw it into the water.
Then I took my stiff cock and masturbated, finally coming in a hot wrenching spurt, the water kicking up little splashes, as I heard Kelly’s moaning cries of pleasure waft across the night air.
Swapped
I waited until the next evening to talk to Kelly. Brandon was with us for breakfast, and this was between her and me. He didn’t have any auditions or anything, although he probably went to the gym.
When I got home Kelly had her usual glow when she is well fucked. I didn’t ask.
Kelly and Brandon were fucking every day. If it wasn’t for little Christopher needing her attention, they would have probably never gotten out of bed all day.
I told Kelly I didn’t like Brandon replacing me between her thighs last night.
“I know, baby,” said Kelly. “I feel bad about that.”
I wasn’t convinced. “You are my wife. I get first dibs on fucking you.” I tried to keep it light, but still get my point across.
“You didn’t have to stop,” said Kelly.
“Well, you asked me too.”
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bsp; “I asked it as a favor,” said Kelly. “You could have said no.”
I didn’t like this. “You would have been unhappy.”
Kelly looked at me calmly. “I can be unhappy sometimes. It won’t kill me.”
“I don’t want to fuck you if it makes you unhappy.”
“Then we both got what we wanted.”
I took a different tack. “Why did you have to fuck him right then? Why not wait until I was done with you?”
“I thought he would go down to his cabana and fall asleep,” said Kelly. “I didn’t want to miss out.”
“You guys fuck every day.”
Kelly nodded. “Yes.”
Brandon had hit the jackpot, really. Near whatever backwoods dirt farm he grew up on, they probably had a dozen girls his age at best. No wonder he came to California. And some of those girls may have been as beautiful as Kelly; Iowa makes pretty girls. But I bet none of them were a freak in bed like my Kelly, with an out of control sex drive. Brandon was young, and obviously had a raging libido. Sexually, he and Kelly were a perfect match.
“If you are fucking every day is it that big a deal to skip a day?”
Kelly put her hand on my arm. She smiled. “Well, when I’m fucking, or if I want to fuck, it doesn’t matter if I’ve already had sex today. I want sex NOW,” she said. “When I want it I’m starving for it.”
That sounded like Kelly.
She continued. “I thought you would like waiting. You like watching guys fuck me.”
“I do.”
“And he fucks me so good.”
“He does. I just didn’t like being replaced.”
Kelly patted me. “I thought it was hot.”
I felt my cock stir. Anytime Kelly confesses about arousal, I just get a surge of lust. She drives me crazy. “Why?”
She had her slutty face on now. I don’t know, she gets soft looking and her lips have a little pout and her eyes get big. She talks in a little voice, and always tells me dirty things. “I like how you want me. I thought if I made you stop and Brandon fucked me you would go crazy with wanting me.”
There was so much truth to what she said. “Brandon wanted you too,” I pointed out. “Why not make him wait?”
“He might have fallen asleep,” said Kelly. “Plus, I wanted him.”
“Clearly.”
Kelly put on an exaggerated self-pitying face. “You had me so close to coming, I was right on the edge, and when Brandon came in all I could think of was his big cock inside me making me come. So I wanted that.” She gave a little laugh. “You know me.”
“I do.”
“Maybe,” said Kelly, teasing. “Maybe you should always fuck me until I am about to come, and then let Brandon finish me off”
That actually sounded sexy. Insane, but sexy.
“I’m not sure I want to do that.”
She smiled. “Want to know what I fantasized about today?”
“Sure,” I said.
“You won’t like it,” she said.
My cock surged. “I might.”
Kelly shook her head. “No you won’t. But I fantasized about this while Brandon was fucking me in our bed this afternoon.”
I had to know. “Tell me.”
Telling me was arousing for Kelly. Her confessions always are. For me too.
“Alright,” she said. “I fantasized that you and Brandon had switched places, and you were sleeping in the cabana, and he was sleeping in our bed and spending the whole night with me.”
I took that in. “You were right. I don’t like it.”
“I know,” said Kelly. “But it’s so hot. I’d be thinking of you out there wanting me while Brandon fucked me so hard.”
“You are an evil woman.”
Kelly smiled. “No more evil than you.”
I was hard. Kelly smiled at me and pulled her shirt off over her head. Those perfect breasts in the light.
I got up and went over to her. I caressed her breast, and she turned her face up to kiss me. She was sweet, intoxicating. I was starved for her.
“You really want this fantasy to happen?” I asked her.
Kelly sighed, enjoying the touch of my hands on her body. “Yes.”
“When?” I asked. She was warm, the heat of her on my hands. Her nipples responded easily to my touch.
“Right now,” said Kelly.
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
It took all my self-control to let her breasts go. They jiggled slightly as they slipped out of my hands. Kelly gave my cock a squeeze.
“Is it ok baby?” she purred. “Can you go tell him?”
“One night,” I said. “No more.”
I went into the backyard and walked down by the pool to the cabana, and told him Kelly was his for the night, if he would let me sleep here.
Offer accepted.
Pooling Kelly
A second night banished from my bed while an interloper enjoyed the pleasures of my wife. I slept fitfully and frustrated, while he slept satisfied and relaxed after emptying his sperm into my Kelly’s capricious pussy.
The situation was intolerable. And Kelly had changed.
No longer did she breathlessly whisper her transgressions in my ear as we fucked. She didn’t play with my cock and confess her infidelities with each long teasing stroke.
Not at all.
She fucked Brandon and was content.
I had a plan, but I kept Kelly in the dark until the delivery truck arrived.
“What’s this,” she said as we watched the delivery men wrestle a large box out of the truck.
“A king-sized bed,” I told her. “I thought we could use it.”
“What for?” she asked. “I like our bed.”
I smiled and looked at her. “A king sleeps three, comfortably.”
Kelly gave a little shiver. “Oh, I like that,” she said. “That’s sexy.”
“It is,” I agreed. “Brandon can spend the night with you, and I sleep in my own room.”
“I like this,” said Kelly. “I like this a lot.”
I ended up retiring for the night first that night. I took my usual side on the new bed, and got comfortable. Kelly and Brandon were fooling around outside by the pool, but the eventually came in, Kelly bounding up the stairs completely nude. Brandon followed her, also nude, his cock glistening. Obviously Kelly had been going down on him just moments before.
Kelly jumped up onto the bed, and bounced me.
I wasn’t asleep or anything, so I just grinned at her girlish enthusiasm.
“We were gonna fuck outside,” she said. “But I wanted to christen the new bed.”
“By my guest,” I said generously.
“Come on,” said Kelly to Brandon. She turned and went down on all fours on the bed, her head on the pillow. She waggled her ass playfully at him. Brandon climbed onto the bed behind her, and gave her a long kiss on the ass, then straightened up and brought his cock up to her pussy.
“Come on, put it in me,” whined Kelly, being a brat.
Instead he spanked her, a good sharp rap of her ass cheek.
“Hey,” said Kelly.
Brandon grabbed her hips and slide his cock into her. Kelly moaned immediately.
He went deep into her immediately, and started fucking her hard, his body slapping against hers, so I guessed Kelly must have been pretty ready.
Kelly had her face turned toward me. She was only a foot away, as I settle back down in the bed, facing her. I could see her eyes through her tangled head of pretty blonde hair. She blew a big breath to move the hair off her face, while her body moved in rhythm to Brandon’s thrusts.
I was hard under the covers. Kelly smiled at me, but didn’t say anything. Brandon kept fucking her, and the whole bed moved with his efforts. Kelly moaned her appreciation of his efforts. She arched her back as he drove as deeply as possible into her. I knew the spot he was hitting by Kelly’s reactions. It wasn’t a place I could hit, but enjoyed seeing her go there with a co
ck she really liked.
Kelly reached over and grabbed my hand as she got close. She opened her mouth and just made little sounds as Brandon drilled her, little helpless sounds of approaching pleasure. And then suddenly it hit. Kelly squeezed my hand tight as she came, a posterior fornix orgasm starting deep in her vagina and rippling out. She whimpered and hung on.
Brandon didn’t miss a stroke. As Kelly came down from the intensity, he turned her over, and fucked her while holding himself above her, looking down at her beautiful breasts as he fucked her. He picked up the pace quickly, and pulled his cock out of her, gripped it and stiffened, shooting a long rope of cum over my Kelly. Each spasm sent another burst of cum, spattering her from her pussy all the way to her forehead. Kelly closed her eyes and opened her mouth, like a practiced porn star.
Brandon finished, and with Kelly lying there all cum splattered, he said to me “She’s all warmed up for you. Just paying you back a favor.”
Kelly was giggling and wiping some cum off her face. Her legs were wide open still, and she smiled at me.
“How nice of him to offer me a fuck with my own wife,” I thought.
Still, Kelly was aroused and eager to fuck, and I was just as eager to fuck her. I climbed onto her sticky body and pushed my cock into her well warmed up pussy. She was very wet, and I started to fuck her while Brandon went and had a shower.
I was hitting her g-spot, and Kelly came again in less than a minute. I was excited to see her come with her sexy body wrapped around my cock again. It had been too long.
Brandon came back from the shower and I was still fucking Kelly. It was glorious, she was playful and giggling as I fucked her, and came twice. She was still in a haze when I finally came in her, as Brandon watched from his side of the bed.
We were both sticky with cum, most of it Brandon’s so Kelly and I both headed off to the shower together.
She washed me, and I washed her, and we dried each other off. We climbed back into bed, and settled down for the night, with her in between us, Kelly blissfully going off to sleep with a cock in each hand.
Passion in the Pool
We very quickly got used to sharing Kelly. Sometimes Brandon would fuck her and I’d watch them. Sometimes I’d fuck Kelly and he would watch us. Kelly got fucked more than twice as much, because watching her fuck always aroused desire, as well as competitiveness, in the other guy.
