by Lexi Archer
No, this was all about the pleasure and not about the pain, even if there was that part of me that wanted to take a little bit of revenge on her for enjoying this so much.
I wasn’t going to do something that would keep her from ever wanting to do this again, that was for damn sure. I wanted to make sure that if my wife was going to get off on this then she was going to get off to the point that there wasn’t a doubt in her mind we were going to have this kind of fun again!
So I kept guiding her. Pushing her back and forth, and Ray Bob started making a completely different kind of moaning noise. His hips were thrusting oddly, and I knew that had to mean he was close to the edge. He was close to giving my wife what she so desperately wanted from him.
So I held her there on his cock as he groaned, and a moment later I could tell from the gagging, from the tears in her eyes, that he was blowing a load deep down her throat. That he was filling her with his come, and from the way she was moaning she was enjoying the fuck out of it even as she was having some trouble holding it together!
I held her until his come was dribbling out of the side of her mouth. Like she was having trouble actually holding everything he’d blown in her pretty little mouth. I loved that there was so much of his come that she was having trouble holding it all in, and the only thing that could’ve been hotter than that was him blowing a load deep inside her.
Gina pulled back finally. She looked up at me, and honestly she’d looked better in the past. As she stared up at me it was pretty fucking clear that I’d just really pushed her past something. I couldn’t tell if she was pissed off or turned on, but then she leaned over and grabbed my cock through my shorts.
She was looking at me like a woman possessed by lust, and as she stared up at me and licked her lips I was ready for her to do whatever the hell she wanted to me!
10
Gina
I stared up at Tommy and wondered what the hell had just happened. I mean it was pretty clear what had just happened. We were so caught up in the moment that I’d just sucked another man off.
But there’d been something about what my husband was doing while I was sucking that other man off that was getting me all shivering and shaking as I thought of what we’d just done.
He’d been a man possessed while he was doing that, and I have to say that I really didn’t mind that he was a man possessed while he was taking control and making me do his bidding.
I shivered, and I was so turned on while I thought of what he’d done to me. It was enough to make me want to do it all over again, but there was something else I needed to take care of before I even started thinking about doing something else with Ray Bob Donovan.
No, there was my husband right in front of me with his cock tenting out in his pants, and it was clear that he needed someone to take care of him. Who better to take care of him than his loving wife who’d just swallowed another man’s load?
God, I could still feel the trickle of his come that’d flown out of my mouth while I was buried on his cock. It made me feel all warm and tingly deep inside thinking about what I’d done to that man.
What I was going to do to him, but right now it was time for me to get a little revenge on my husband. He might’ve thought he was the one who was in control of everything that was happening, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
It was simply time to remind him that it couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“So do you want me to suck this pretty big cock of yours?” I asked, my eyebrows shooting up as I stared at him and wiggled them just a little to try and lighten the mood.
He let out a quiet little gasp that was music to my ears. I fucking loved it when he got so overwhelmed by what I was doing to him that he couldn’t think straight. It was one of my favorite things to do to this man.
“You know I need it baby,” he said.
“Do you need it as much as you needed Ray Bob’s cock buried down my throat?” I asked.
I meant it to come out like I was pissed off, but I’m not going to lie. There was a huge part of me that was really turned on dirty talking with my husband like this. That huge part of me wanted nothing more than to suck his cock and let him know there were no hard feelings, even though what he’d done had been kinda shitty even as it was also really fucking hot.
“You know it,” he gasped, again his words coming out more strangled than anything.
“You want me to suck your dick like I sucked Ray Bob’s?” I asked.
I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the tip of his cock to really drive the point home. I knew he got frustrated that I didn’t suck his cock all that often. I’d always figured I was nice enough to fuck him, so why did it matter that he wasn’t getting blown as often as he’d like?
Only I guess there was something about knowing he couldn’t have something that only made it all the hotter, evne though he did get to fuck me on the regular.
I wrapped my lips around his cock and ran my tongue around the tip for a moment. Long enough to make sure I was getting his attention. Long enough that he was sucking in his breath and clearly loving every minute of it!
He stared down at me and groaned. Oh yeah. That was the look of a man who was so turned on. That was the look of a man who was ready to have a little bit of fun. That was the look of a man who was getting everything he’d ever dreamed of and then some as he stared down at me with lust in his eyes.
Which meant he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. At least that’d been the plan. Get him all worked up, all hot and bothered, and then leave him hanging high and dry because I was pissed off that he’d done that to me.
Only.
I wanted to be pissed off at him. I wanted to tease him to the point that it drove him wild. I wanted to make him regret the moment he ever decided to do something like that.
Only the more time I spent running my lips around the length of my cock, the more I couldn’t control myself. I guess I hadn’t really been able to control myself since the first moment this all started. Since the first time I got a good look at Ray Bob Donovan and realized that there were things I’d be willing to do to that man that I shouldn’t be willing to do to anyone considering I was a married woman.
And now here I was, a married woman, sucking my husband’s cock. Which was something I’d never really done before, but there was something about how hot I was that made sucking his dick hot in a way it’d never been before.
I was so wet. I moved my hands down between my legs. Undid the button and the zipper on my shorts. They were so fucking tight, but I didn’t care. They could be painted on and I’d still have my finger down between my legs because what I really needed was some sort of release. I needed to get off in a major way.
I tried to press my fingers in between my legs. It was something I’d done so many times before, but I couldn’t quite get my fingers in there.
Then I felt a presence behind me. Something pressing against the band of my tight jean shorts and pushing the down. All of a sudden my ass was bare to the air behind me, and I let out another delighted little moan at the thought of what was going on back there.
I had no doubt that I was feeling Ray Bob back there doing his thing. Sure enough some callused hands, no doubt calluses that’d been put there from playing the guitar and not from all the working on the farm he was always singing about, were pressing against me.
Then he was pressing into my folds, and holy fuck was that good. There was something about the naughty thought that there was another man, not my husband, exploring the folds of my pussy and filling me like that that had me going wild. I moaned on Tommy’s cock.
I looked up at him. He was staring down at me at first in disbelief, but then he looked behind me and his mouth hung open. I had no doubt he was getting a good look at another man getting down in between his wife’s legs.
It felt so naughty having another man back there. Feeling at the curves of my thighs. Knowing that he was on the verge of doing something and…
I moaned onto Tommy’s cock as I felt the cock pressing against my back. I also couldn’t help but press myself against that cock that was suddenly invading me. I didn’t even care that the moment he pressed his cock against me it became clear that he wasn’t wearing any sort of protection.
I was willing to do anything tonight, and I guess anything meant letting this guy raw dog me like it wasn’t a problem. That was the kind of mood I was in, and so I moaned onto Tommy’s cock as he pressed inside me and I split down the middle.
It was so weird feeling a new cock pressing inside me after I’d only been with Tommy for so long. There was something that felt different, for all that I guess I’d figured all guys felt the same when they were pressing inside me.
I guess I’d been with Tommy for so long, I’d gotten so used to his cock filling me, that I was having trouble getting used to a world where there was another cock invading me. That I’d thought all cocks would be the same, and now I was getting a refresher in just how much variety there was out there in the world.
It was something that was driving me wild, but it was also something that was filling my mind with deliciously naughty thoughts. Thoughts like whether or not other cocks would feel like this. Thoughts like whether or not Tommy would be willing to go along with the fun if we decided to let me try other cocks in addition to Ray Bobs.
Or maybe even just try Ray Bob’s cock again. That thought was good for a shiver as well.
“So fucking good,” I muttered, though of course it’s not like he could hear what I was muttering. Not when I had my husband’s cock buried in my mouth. Nothing was getting around that.
A hand pressed against the back of my head. I heard Tommy mutter something over my head, but I couldn’t quite make out what that something was. All I knew was there was something passing between them, and it suddenly became really obvious when they both shoved as deep as they could inside my body at the same time.
I moaned with the sheer pleasure of what they were doing. Oh yeah. Getting taken by these two sexy men at the same time was really doing it for me. I never thought I’d be into two guys dominating me like this, but now that it was happening it was really fucking doing something for me!
So I screamed on my husband’s cock, though it quickly got to the point where I realized that might not be the greatest idea. Not when I was already holding my breath.
I pulled off of Tommy’s cock. I couldn’t help myself. I needed a break, and as I looked up at him he smiled down at me and ran a hand through my hair. It was an affectionate gesture that reminded me just how much love there was between us.
Then he grinned as Ray Bob started really fucking me from behind. I wondered if Tommy was going to go right back to fucking my mouth, but from the way he was staring behind he he was enjoying the view of me getting fucked more than he enjoyed the thought of getting a blowjob.
Which was saying something considering how often he was begging me to blow him and getting pissy when I didn’t!
What the fuck ever. It felt like I was about to go for one hell of a ride, and I figured I’d just hold on for dear life and let the ride happen rather than worrying too much about what was happening.
Ray Bob was surprisingly good. I was astonished that a man of his age was able to keep it up like that after going once. I’d like to think that was all about me, but there was a part of me that wondered if he didn’t maybe have a little help from a little blue pill or something.
Whatever the reason, it felt fucking good having that cock filling me up.
I held myself against my husband’s legs. It was the only thing I could do. I was the sensation of that cock filling me. Every time he bottomed out inside me it was like he was filling me with fire and sending that flame running from the back of my body to the front, with stops at all nerve endings in between to drive me wild.
I was moaning and screaming loud enough that I was sure they could hear me even out at the pool party. I could hear the music blasting and thumping in the distance, after all, so who was to say they couldn’t hear me screaming at the top of my lungs?
Again and again he slammed into me. He was giving me the fucking of a lifetime. There were times when I’d begged Tommy to fuck me like this, but he’d either always been unwilling to do it or unable to.
But this guy was going to the point that it was almost uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if it was almost uncomfortable because of the near continuous pleasure shooting through my body, or because I could only hold this position for so long before my body started to give out.
It was sure as fuck giving me the kind of exercise that I’d never experienced before, and I prided myself on how long I was able to last in classes at the gym when I got off work. It’s not like a body like this came easily!
Finally Ray Bob gripped me by the sides, and I knew we had to be close to the end. I was exhausted, and honestly there was more than a little part of me that was glad this was almost over. Because if he kept going for much longer then I was going to melt into a puddle on the ground, a twitching mass that was nothing more than a hole for him to fuck.
I’m sure Ray Bob wouldn’t have minded having a hole to fuck, but I was tired. I needed more of this even as I wasn’t sure if I could handle another moment of it.
I screamed one final time, and this time it was too much. He buried himself inside me and I was pretty sure I felt his cock twitching from deep within me, but it was difficult to tell for sure. Not when I was dealing with stars dancing in front of my vision to the point that I was on the verge of blacking out, and then the world went dark around me for a moment.
I blinked a couple of times, and found myself staring up at a very worried looking Tommy who was staring down at me with concern.
“I think she’s back,” he said, looking up at someone off to the side who I couldn’t see.
I blinked a few more times and tried to figure out what the hell was going wrong here. I was looking up at the ceiling of the poolhouse, though to call a structure that was bigger than our apartment simply a poolhouse seemed like it was a little disingenuous.
“What the fuck just happened?” I asked.
“I think Ray Bob here just fucked you until you passed out,” Tommy said, barking out a laugh that seemed more than a little relieved. Like he’d been seriously worried about me for a moment there, and now that I was back he could let out some of the tension that’d been building inside him.
“Are you okay darling?” Ray Bob asked, appearing in my field of view finally.
“That depends,” I said. “If you can get your lawyers over here with a contract for my husband within the next hour or so then I suppose we’re going to continue having a good time.”
“That’s an awful tall order little lady,” Ray Bob said.
“Yeah, and if you don’t get those lawyers over here with that contract ready for my husband to sign then we’re going to have one hell of a scandal for you to deal with.”
I smiled my sweetest smile at the guy. It’s not like I thought he was going to go back on his word or anything. Not after the incredible experience we’d just shared with each other. Still, it was good to give him a little reminder that things could still go pear shaped if he didn’t hold up his part of the bargain.
Ray Bob stared at me for a long moment where I worried that I might’ve overplayed my hand. Where I worried that he was going to laugh us off and tell me to get fucked.
Well, more fucked than I’d already been fucked, that is. And that’ been a good fucking. I was hoping he would hold up his part of the bargain as much because I was interested in going another round with him as because I was interested in getting that contract.
The contract would be nice though.
11
Gina
“Thank you Chicago! You’ve been amazing!”
The crowd roared. I was actually kind of surprised that we were here in Chicago. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that’d be a big country music market. Then again what d
id I know? We were talking about a city that was surrounded by a lot of rural cornfields if you drove a few hours.
I guess when I thought about it like that it made sense that Chicago would be a pretty common stop on one of these tours. There were probably plenty of people who relocated here from the middle of nowhere, and there were plenty of people who were willing to make the drive in from the middle of nowhere to see the hottest new country and western act in the past decade or so.
My head spun as I held my hands up one final time and the crowd roared back at me. I especially noticed some of the women up in the front row. There was at least one pretty young thing who pulled her blouse that looked like something straight out of an old Beverly Hillbillies rerun to the side so I could get a look at one of the nicest set of tits I’d ever seen.
That was saying something considering women showing me their tits from the front row was something that’d become a more and more common occurrence these days, but whatever.
I waved one final time and turned to go backstage. The band filed through behind me, all of them covered in a sheen of sweat that was pretty typical after being out in the open for most of the hot summer night.
Gina was right there waiting for me. She wrapped her arms around me, and then she wrapped her legs around me as well as she jumped.
I had to toss my guitar to catch her, but luckily there was a PA right there ready to catch it. They were mostly used to this ritual between me and Gina by now, and so they knew the score when it came to catching Old Reliable.
That’s what I called my guitar these days. It wasn’t quite as catchy as the Red Special, but whatever. The point was replicas of the thing were selling like hotcakes in the guitar stores in rural areas all around the country, so whatever.
“I saw what you were looking at out there you naughty boy,” she said as she pulled me into a kiss.
