Watching Her With The Lawyers

by Summers, A. B.

  Jack lets out a muffled sound of anticipation, and Marcos shifts in his seat and adjusts his crotch as Parker kisses my wife once more on the mouth, pinches her nipple HARD, and then steps back and lifts her bra up over her tits, unleashing my wife’s beautiful globes that are perhaps not as perky as they were ten years ago, but look just DIVINE right now.

  “Oh, Jeez,” Jack says now, and he stands up immediately, his cock pushing against his pants as he moves to the front of the room. “Oh, God, Cynthia.”

  Cynthia raises both arms high over her head, exposing her tits in all their glory, and Jack just fucking GROANS now as he gets to my wife and takes her right breast into his dripping mouth, sucking on it so hard that Cynthia winces for a moment and sticks out her tongue involuntarily as her eyelids start to flutter.

  Now Anders reaches out and starts to press my wife’s left breast, squeezing the tit first in a strange way before moving his fingers over her nipple that gets hard immediately under his touch. He is staring at her nipple with fascination as he pinches and pulls, and now he smiles once and then SLAPS her tit hard, smiling again as he watches the soft flesh quiver and start to turn red.

  “Is it okay if I do this?” he asks Cynthia now, and I almost laugh at how this guy who is supposed to be an asshole is asking permission to slap my wife’s tits. “You are okay with this?”

  Cynthia just half-nods, barely paying attention because Parker is now standing by her, up against that white-board, and he is kissing her again, licking her face as she slurps at his tongue and lips.

  Anders is still pinching my wife’s nipple and then slapping her tit while Jack suckles on her other breast like a fucking animal, and now I watch as Marcos stands up and moves to where the three other lawyers have their hands and tongues all over my wife.

  He is staring at her hips, which look erotic and wide in that tight black skirt with the shiny tights beneath. Marcos reaches out and touches the outside of those magnificent hips now, running both hands along either side, tracing the outline of her womanly curves as his tongue hangs out and his breathing gets heavier.

  Soon he is on his knees, and now he presses his face into my wife’s crotch through her skirt, breathing deeply, turning his head and licking the skirt now, breathing in again. Can he smell my wife’s cunt through her skirt? Oh, fuck I am so goddamn hard now as I watch Marcos slowly run his fingers down her leg, now back up, now moving underneath her skirt, higher, higher, higher . . .

  And my Cynthia spreads her legs a bit more as I watch in ecstasy as the outline of Marcos’s hand shows up beneath my wife’s skirt, right at her crotch, and he is rubbing her now, and I watch his knuckles move under the cloth as he works his fingers and thumb against my wife’s privates, pushing the cloth of her tights and panties into her cunt that must be wet, that has perhaps been wet for hours now.

  I am throbbing in my pants now as I watch these four men kiss and suck, squeeze and slap, probe and finger my wife as she stands there like a goddess, mouth open and hungry, legs spread wide, hands still above her head as her tits and pussy get worked.

  She is slowly moving her hips as Marcos keeps rubbing her crotch, and now I slowly unzip my trousers and reach inside and start to stroke my rock-hard cock as Marcos reaches up my wife’s skirt and starts to pull her tights down from behind.

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  My wife’s tights are sitting in a crumpled black heap on the table now, and she is gasping for breath as Anders and Parker take turns kissing her on the mouth. The two men are coating her face with their saliva, just licking her skin like animals as she sticks her own tongue out and wags it like a bitch in heat.

  Jack seems to be in heaven right now, and he has got one hand on Cynthia’s left breast and is still sucking hard on her right nipple. Now he raises his head, shouts “Oh, FUCK this is so wild,” and then moves to the other side of my wife and starts to suck her left tit which is still red and raw from Anders’s weird fixation with slapping it.

  Jack has to step around Marcos to get to the other side of Cynthia, and now I look down and see that Marcos, the Spanish-Italian seductress of white women, is on his knees in front of my wife. He has pushed her skirt up over her hips, and I grip my cock tighter as I take in the sight of my wife’s beautiful curves, the white skin of her thick thighs and hips highlighted against the shiny V of her black underwear that I can tell is soaked with the juices from her cunt.

  Marcos is smelling my wife’s crotch carefully, taking in her scent as he rubs her ass from behind, pulling her into him. He is licking her thighs now as he continues to rub Cynthia’s ass, and I watch in ecstasy as his tongue moves up and center, darting in and out of his mouth as he begins to lick my wife’s mound through her wet panties.

  Cynthia is moaning and muttering as Anders and Parker continue to share her face, kissing her lips almost together, licking her smooth cheeks, her forehead, even her eyelids. It is filthy but so fucking hot that I can feel my hands getting wet with my pre-cum. I am shivering with the excitement of watching four men so focused on my wife as she stands there against the wall, and I am so goddamn aroused that I wonder if I will explode—not just my cock—I mean ALL of me!

  I watch with fascination as Parker grabs Jack’s head now and pulls his hungry lips away from my wife’s tits so he can squeeze her wet, erect nipple. Jack resists at first, but then finally moves, and now Jack is licking and slurping at my wife’s bare stomach, taking in the flesh around her slight gut.

  Marcos is still licking my wife’s pussy through the front of her panties, and now I can see him start to slide his fingers under the inner elastic of her underwear, lifting the fabric slightly and putting his nose to the opening. He breathes deeply once more, licks her thighs and then her panties once again, and finally, after muttering something undecipherable, he pulls my wife’s panties down past her thighs and then just sits back for a moment and stares at her naked pussy.

  Cynthia’s brown pubic hair is neatly trimmed into a beautiful triangle, and I can see the wetness glistening on the thick strands of her erotic carpet. Marcos is shaking his head in disbelief as he stares at my wife’s most private area, and now he reaches out, delicately pushing his fingers through her hair, carefully spreading her pussy lips and exposing her soft pink slit.

  Jack has stepped back now and is watching, and he begins to unzip his pants feverishly, like he can’t hold back any longer. In a moment his pants are off, and I almost laugh when I see that pinstripe-Jack is wearing pinstriped boxers.

  But it is just a half-laugh, because there’s nothing funny about the way his cock is pushing against those boxers, pitching a fucking circus tent in there, and I watch in fascination as he grasps his cock through his boxers and just stares at my wife’s wide-open pussy.

  Marcos is still spreading my wife’s pussy lips as he takes in the view, but now he cannot stop himself and he leans in. I almost let out a groan as I catch a glimpse of his red tongue slide through my wife’s dark pubic hair and disappear into her cunt, and I look into my Cynthia’s eyes as she turns her head and looks down, almost surprised at the sudden ecstasy that must be tearing through her right now.

  Indeed, my Cynthia, the love of my life, is having the time of her life. Her hands are still above her head, supported by Anders and Parker, and she is looking down at herself, past her own hanging tits that are wet and red, the nipples still alert and perky . . . yes, looking down at herself, down past her slight gut now, to where Marcos is earnestly eating her pussy like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever get to do it.

  And you know what, it occurs to me as I watch Marcos now start to lick the entire length of my wife’s slit with the flat of his tongue, making long vertical strokes that are clearly driving Cynthia wild right now . . . yes, you know what, it IS the first and last time Marcos will ever get to do this! That’s the game, that’s the thrill, that’s the rush. That’s what keeps us coming back for more, I think as I gla
nce at Cynthia’s contorted face again, her cheeks all shiny with the saliva of two different men, her eyes looking glazed over with the ecstasy surging through her thirty-seven-year-old body.

  Jack is full-on jerking himself off through his boxers as he watches Marcos, and now I see him start to push his underwear down. Is he going to fuck her right now? So soon? Can’t hold back, can you, buddy? Well, go ahead. I can barely hold myself back!

  But Anders is staring at Jack with some disapproval now, and he reaches out and taps him on the shoulder. Jack looks over at Anders, and Anders just shakes his head forcefully.

  “Nein,” he says. “Not yet. First we give the woman her pleasure. We are gentlemen, not animals.”

  Jack frowns for a moment, but he stands back, taking his fingers off the elastic of his boxers. Now all attention is back on Marcos, who is slurping and licking with wild abandon, his head bobbing at the level of my wife’s crotch as she slowly gets pounded against the whiteboard with the force of his tongue thrusting into her pussy.

  But Parker wants some now, and he looks down at Marcos and then grabs my wife and turns her away from him. Marcos leans back and sits down hard on his haunches, gasping for air. Cynthia is now facing Parker, and her back is no longer to the wall. Anders is standing behind her, and Marcos is facing her side.

  Marcos starts to feverishly lick the side of my wife’s hips and buttocks now even as Parker goes down to his knees and starts to kiss the front of Cynthia’s thick white thighs. She looks down at him, smiles, and rubs his round head as he moves into her crotch, his tongue easily sliding into her slick crease that must be swollen and opened up by now.

  From behind Anders is looking at my wife’s naked ass after lifting the shirt that is still hanging on her shoulders. Now he licks his middle finger slowly and carefully, getting it wet and warm, and I gasp as I watch him bend down, grasp my wife’s asscheeks, spread her buttocks, and then slide that finger right into her asshole.

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  “Oh, FUCK,” she cries, her heading arching back and her body shaking as I stare in utter disbelief at my wife.

  She is standing in profile against that white wall, Parker’s round black head buried in her crotch as he licks and tongue-fucks her with fury. Behind her Anders’s tongue is curling out of his mouth as he drives his wet middle finger in and out of my Cynthia’s sweet pucker. Marcos is still on his knees by her side, licking her hips and thighs, squeezing her asscheek, biting her love-handles gently. And Jack—poor pinstriped Jack with the throbbing erection pushing through his wet boxers—is awkwardly reaching over Marcos’s crouching body so he can squeeze and pull at my wife’s tits with one hand while he continues to jerk off slowly with the other.

  The scene goes on for several long minutes, the sounds of moaning, grunting, slurping, and sucking coming through in a muffled way that is driving me wild as I watch all of it from the darkness of my vantage point. Oh, Cyn, you little slut of mine. Do you have any idea how fucking hard I am right now? Do you have any clue how badly I want to walk into this room and push my cock deep inside you right now, explode inside your cunt as these men watch in disbelief and fury as you come with your HUSBAND deep inside you?

  But I will hold back, Cyn. Yes, I will hold back. These memories will stay with us forever, and I want to make sure we both get the most we can out of tonight. After all, I think with almost some melancholy, how many opportunities will we get to go this far in a relatively safe environment?

  I shake my head to clear it, and I blink my eyes as I watch Anders slowly withdraw his long middle finger and then step back away from my wife. She notices immediately, and I almost smile as I see that tiny change of expression on my Cyn’s face, that indication that she’s slightly annoyed that someone has taken their finger out of her asshole.

  Anders steps back now, and Jack immediately takes his place, dropping to his knees, spreading my wife’s asscheeks, and PLUNGING his face in there. Cynthia eyes open wide for a moment, and I see her mouth open in surprised pleasure. Clearly Jack has pushed his tongue right past her dark rim, deep inside her rear hole, and Cynthia is bucking her hips now as she goes nuts with the sensation of two warm tongues inside her, from front and behind.

  Marcos seems content to play with my wife’s ass, the flesh of her sides and stomach, her beautifully full hips, and I glance over at Anders once again. He has stepped to the side of the room, where there is a small side table. His back is to me, so I cannot see what he is doing, but he is definitely doing something. When he turns I see that he is holding four dry-erase markers, nice and thick, long and clean, with rounded caps that are firmly fastened.

  Oh, shit, I think as my cock flexes. What are you going to do with those, you filthy dog?

  Anders just stands there for a moment, staring at the markers, now at my wife. Then he turns and looks around the room for a bit before walking over to where my wife’s bag is sitting on a chair. He grabs the bag, opens it up, and rummages around. Finally he nods and pulls out a tube, which I instantly recognize as the lube that Cynthia and I use at home. Of course, this is a brand new tube.

  What, did Anders know she was carrying sex lube with her, I wonder as I feel some anger for a moment. Have they had sex before?

  But now I calm down instantly when I see Anders squint as he reads the label. Now he raises his eyebrows and lets out a small whistle, like he is surprised that she is carrying this stuff with her. Okay, I tell myself as I smile at my own paranoia. He probably figured she was carrying some general-purpose moisturizer that he could use as lube. That’s why he looked in her bag.

  Now Anders is smiling and nodding as he squeezes out some lube and carefully coats one of the dry-erase markers with the stuff. I watch as he gets close to my wife again, then reaches out and touches her cheek with the back of his hand, caressing her skin slightly until she turns her head and gazes at him, her mouth opening as she prepares to take his fingers into her mouth.

  Anders smiles as my wife starts to suck his fingers, looking directly at him as she does it. I can see his cock pushing the crotch of his black pants out, and I smile as I shake my head, grab my own cock, and look at my wife with all three holes filled right now.

  Anders is still holding that lubed-up marker in his other hand, and as he stares at my wife sucking his finger, I realize he is so turned on that he has forgotten about it. Now he seems to remember, and he holds up the marker so Cynthia can see it.

  “Yes?” he says. “This is okay? I would like to put it inside you. Very slowly.”

  Cynthia’s eyes widen for a moment, but she nods almost immediately. She is feeling safe with these men, I know. Safe with the knowledge that I am right outside, watching, ready to step in if things get out of hand. ESPECIALLY if things get out of hand . . . haha!

  Now Anders backs away and taps Jack on the top of his head. Jack’s face is buried so deep between my wife’s round buttcheeks, his tongue so far up her ass, that I doubt he has any idea what’s going on. I rise up a bit higher against the glass panel to get a look, and I can see that Jack is still rubbing his cock with his left hand as he works my wife’s pucker with his tongue and right hand.

  He is going hard, completely ignoring Anders trying to get him away from my wife. Anders is clearly getting annoyed, and it is so weird to watch this tall European man, still fully clothed, his erection looking long and strange pushing against his tailored trousers, his face contorted as he starts to pull on his colleague’s hair, trying to get him to take his tongue out of my wife.

  Finally Jack pulls back with a gasp, his tongue sticking far out, still curling upwards and moving like a fucking snake. His face is red and his eyes are wild, and now he gets to his feet, pushes down his boxers, and before anyone can stop him, he grabs his thick wet cock, opens his mouth in a silent scream, and just fucking EXPLODES all over my wife’s bare ass!

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  Anders jumps back as Jack unloads
his hot semen all over my wife’s smooth round buttocks, and even Marcos moves his head back and looks up in surprise. I wonder if Jack splashed this Spanish-Italian Casanova with some of his American cum, but the thought passes quickly as I stare at the thick white droplets begin to slowly roll down my wife’s beautiful ass, down to her thick thighs.

  Cynthia knows what has happened, and she is smiling as Parker continues to eat her pussy from the front. Parker is clearly unaware that Jack has unloaded—not that it should matter to him. He is in heaven, licking my wife’s beautiful pussy as she grinds into him with relish.

  Anders is cursing now, clearly displeased for some reason. But there is nothing he can do, and so he just waits for Jack to finish.

  Jack’s body is hunched over as he convulses his way to the end of his violent orgasm, and now he stumbles back and sinks into one of the leather swivel chairs, his cock still in his hand, his face still red, his tongue still hanging out. He closes his eyes for a moment now, still breathing heavily, a smile slowly emerging on his wet lips.

  I watch now as Anders grabs a few tissues and carefully cleans some of Jack’s cum out of the way. He is still determined to use that dry-erase marker which is still shining with lube, ready to slide into my wife’s asshole.

  Marcos is watching now too, fascinated by how Anders is carefully parting my wife’s large round asscheeks, teasing her asshole with his finger first, then the blunt tip of the marker. I watch now as he slowly pushes the thick marker into her, and I see Cynthia gasp as she gets the sensation of the cool, lubed-up plastic entering her asshole.

  Both Marcos and I are watching as Anders pushes the pen almost all the way inside, then slowly pulls it out as Cynthia moans and grimaces with pleasure.

  “Muy bien,” Marcos whispers now, nodding as he turns and looks at the table.

  There are three more markers on the table, and next to them is the tube of lubricant, and now Marcos grabs one marker, lubes it up, and then taps Parker on the head.