Parker immediately pulls back and looks up, seemingly bewildered. He has been buried in my wife’s pussy for a while now, and I wonder if he has lost track of what’s going on! For a moment I feel a burning need to smell my wife’s cunt, that sweet musk of her sex, and as I pull on my cock again I realize that there is a strong orgasm building in me.
“Come on,” I whisper out loud as I slow down and let go of my cock for a moment. “Come on, Cyn.”
Marcos is holding the dry-erase marker up, and Parker looks at it and then nods. Now he notices what Anders is doing with my wife’s rear pucker, and he just smiles and shakes his head, now slowly standing up.
Marcos drops down to his knees now as Cynthia watches him. He is smelling her crotch again, the filthy little bastard, and I smile as I watch Cynthia’s eyes close again as Marcos leans forward, slides the pen into her cunt, and then starts to lick her clit as he slowly fucks her with the tool.
Parker has taken a step back and is now undressing. His jacket and tie are gone, and he is unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his pants at the same time. He is a long, lean man, and my gaze moves back and forth between him and my wife as I wonder what he’s planning to do with that python of a cock that is pushing grotesquely against his tight white underwear.
Now Parker is stripped down to his boxer-briefs, which look ready to rip down the middle, they are so distended with his massive erection. Cynthia has clearly noticed, and she is reaching out her hand, beckoning him, her mouth hanging open as she looks into Parker’s eyes, now down at his broad black chest, his washboard abs, and finally his rock-hard cock that seems to be pulsating in those white boxer-briefs.
“Get me on the table,” she whispers now. “Get me on the fucking table.”
Parker smiles widely now, and he steps forward as Marcos and Anders both stop what they are doing and stand up. There is no argument, no discussion, and not even any sound as the three men lift Cynthia cleanly off her feet and place her on the long, shiny wooden table.
Her panties are gone now, and I watch with intense pleasure as the men pull off her unbuttoned shirt that is still hanging on her shoulders. Her bra that was pushed up over her tits comes off now, and finally Marco pulls off her tight black skirt.
Now there she is, my wife, in all her naked splendor, lying on her back on the table. The three men just stare at her for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her curves, her smooth white skin, those dark pink nipples, that triangle of matted hair that is showing off her thick wet pussy lips.
Cynthia turns now, getting on her hands and knees and then crawling to the head of the table where Parker is waiting for her, his hand rubbing his cock through his underwear. He is smiling as she approaches, and I can see that she is as well. Now she is there, and I groan as I watch my wife open her mouth wide as she brings her lips up to Parker’s distended crotch.
Parker shudders as my wife starts to lick his cock through his underwear, and he looks down at her for a moment and then up at the ceiling.
“Oh, shit,” he is muttering. “Oh, please, Cynthia.”
Hearing him say her name like that drives me wild, and I wonder how long he has fantasized about putting his cock into my wife’s mouth, her ass, her pussy. Oh, Cynthia, my goddess, you are leaving a trail of ecstasy in your wake, aren’t you, you little slut of mine!
Finally neither Cynthia nor Parker can hold back, and now Parker pushes down the elastic of his underwear, releasing his cock that pops out like a goddamn jack-in-the-box, slapping Cynthia’s cheek as she gasps and moves her head, trying to line up her gaping mouth with the massive, wet head of Parker’s penis.
His cock is thick and long, dark and erotic, and I can barely breathe as I watch Cynthia open her mouth wider than I’ve ever seen it go. All the men are watching now as Parker slowly pushes his way into my wife, and I reach for my own erection again as I watch that thick black cock slowly disappear down my wife’s open throat.
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Marcos and Anders are undressing now, but I barely notice. No, my eyes are fixated on my wife, the way she is crouching down on all fours like an animal, her ass sticking high in the air, some of Jack’s cum still shining on the outer parts of her large asscheeks. I take in the sight of my Cyn, the sweet woman I married all those years ago in that wholesome ceremony, the woman I love more than ever now, feel closer to now than ever.
Her lips look thick and full, red and glistening as they move smoothly over Parker’s beast of a cock. Parker himself is staring down at Cynthia as he moves back and forth, thrusting gently as Cynthia slurps and swallows, pouring her saliva onto his thick shaft. I wonder if she is swirling her warm tongue all over his cock inside her mouth, and I glance up at Parker’s face and smile to myself when I see how fucking aroused he is, tongue sticking out, lower lip hanging open, covered in drool and the juices from my wife’s pussy.
Every man in the room is watching this now, and I blink when I realize that Marcos and Anders are now completely naked, cocks sticking straight out as they reach out and start to touch my wife again.
They are on either side of the table, on either side of my wife, and I watch as they touch her ass and thighs now, reach under and pull on her hanging tits that are swaying as she sucks Parker harder and harder. They pinch her nipples, squeeze her love-handles, slap her ass. They run their fingers along her asscrack, spreading her as they stare at her exposed asshole.
Marcos leans over now, looking at my wife from behind, trying to get a better look at her pussy. His left hand is stroking his cock now, which isn’t particularly long but is very thick and looks painfully hard right now.
Anders’s cock, on the other hand, is very long, almost as long as Parker’s it seems, though nowhere near as thick. He is touching himself too, stroking his long white rod as he fingers my wife’s asshole again, licking his lips and blinking very hard.
They continue for a few minutes as Parker starts to thrust harder. My wife is whimpering as she sucks this tall black man, and I can see saliva and pre-cum gather on the sides of her mouth, now dripping down to the table. Parker is massaging his own balls as he fucks my wife in the mouth, and from the way his mouth is moving I realize he must be getting close.
Marcos and Anders are jerking themselves off harder too now, still fingering my wife in the asshole and pussy from behind, swapping holes, sometimes sharing holes. Cynthia is moving erratically as she sucks harder and harder, and her eyes are closed so tight that I know she is in that special place of ecstasy that comes right before she goes over the edge.
I am getting close to the edge too, and now I just say fuck it and start to take off my clothes. Sooner or later I am going to walk into that room, I know, and so what the hell.
Parker is groaning out loud now, and he is ramming his cock into my wife with tremendous force. Cynthia is taking it though, her whimpers getting louder, her eyelids fluttering now as she gets fingered by two, three, now four fingers from behind.
I am naked now, my cock hard as a rock, standing straight out. I start to jerk myself off with full force now as I sense that everyone in the room is getting close too.
Yes, they are getting close, and just as I think that I see Parker’s neck strain and his head jerk back and he shouts, “Oh, FUCK!” and just fucking GRABS my wife’s head and pushes his cock as far as he can into her.
Cynthia’s eyes open wide now, and I can see her throat move as she swallows, and she gags now but holds on, still swallowing as Parker holds her head tight, keeps his cock deep inside her, and now shouts once more as he curses and unloads.
He comes for a long time, finally pulling out of my wife’s mouth, leaving a thick trail of white semen that connects his throbbing cock to my wife’s lower lip. I pull on my cock harder now as I see my wife open her mouth and let a thick stream of cum flow out, the cum she must not have been able to swallow.
She is gasping and coughing now as Marc
os and Anders continue to push their fingers and thumbs into her from behind, and now she trembles, sputters once more, and then fucking SCREAMS as she begins to orgasm.
The men are taken aback by the force of her orgasm, and Marcos takes his fingers out of her asshole and begins to furiously jerk himself off. Anders is pulling on his cock too, but is still finger-fucking my wife as she shudders and screams her way through this pounding orgasm that is ripping her apart right now.
Finally she turns over onto her back, completely broken by her orgasm, her beautiful round tits quivering and heaving as she breathes hard. I am close to blowing my load now, and I start to walk towards the door to the conference room without realizing it.
Anders and Marcos have all hands on themselves now, each of them jerking off while massaging their own balls. They are slowly moving close to my wife’s tits and face, and as I approach the door, my own erection in my hand, I watch in silent ecstasy as first Anders and then Marcos start to come, pouring their hot loads all over my wife’s smooth white tits.
And just as Cynthia opens her eyes and smiles, parting her lips as both Anders and Marcos bring their cocks to her mouth to pour the last of their loads onto her, I walk into the room without a word, climb onto the table, stand directly over my wife, and fucking EXPLODE.
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I can hear Jack shout, “What the fuck?” from his seat near the table, and I think Parker is saying something too. But I can barely hear these guys, because my head is pounding as I come with ridiculous ferocity, shooting my load all over my naked wife as she stares up at me, half-dazed but smiling, her eyes barely open but clearly focused on me, her husband.
Marcos and Anders are shuddering as they continue jerking their way through their orgasms. They have come all over my wife’s tits, and are now shaking the last of their loads onto her neck, her cheeks, her lips. The sight is ridiculous, just filthy, and it is driving me wild as I keep coming, staring into my wife’s eyes as she looks back at me.
She smiles wider now as I gasp and mutter, and I watch in ecstasy as she turns her head slightly to lick Marcos’s oozing cock as he cries out in pleasure. She gently sucks his tip, licking her lips once, and then, with her eyes still on me, she turns to Anders and takes his throbbing cock into her mouth and sucks him until he is finally done.
I groan as I milk out the last of my load, watching the thick drops fall on my beautiful wife. Now finally I am done too, and I stand there on the table, staring down at my Cynthia all covered in the semen of five different men right now. This should be disgusting, repulsive, and sick, but it is beautiful, arousing, and in a strange way pure. Pure? Is that possible? How is that possible? Are we that far gone?
No, I think as I look into my wife’s eyes. This is real. Our love is real, and all of this simply proves it. In a way there is no one besides Cynthia and me in this room right now. This is all about us, the two of us. It is always about us. Isn’t it, babe? Isn’t it, my love?
Isn’t it, my wife?
Cynthia nods slightly, as if she understands what’s going on in my head, as if she’s thinking the same thing too. Our eyes are locked still, both of us smiling, each of us knowing that there is no need to speak, that our bodies are doing all the communicating today. It is a beautiful moment, and I want to stay like this forever, just me and my Cyn, me and my wife.
But of course the night isn’t over yet, and now I feel hands grab me and start to pull me off the table. Immediately I snap out of my trance and focus back on the reality of the situation.
Yes, the reality that if I don’t explain myself quickly enough, I’m going to get my ass kicked by four naked lawyers.
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I am still a bit drunk, and after my raging orgasm I am feeling loose and slap-happy. So now I am just giggling like a fucking lunatic as these naked lawyers pull me off the table, cursing and exclaiming, grabbing and yanking while trying not to make contact with my still-dripping cock that is swinging wildly as I struggle.
“Yo, it’s that asshole from the bar,” Jack says now as I keep laughing.
“What the fuck? You crazy, man?” Parker is saying to me, his face close to my ear, his voice sounding like a hiss. “Do you WANT to get your ass kicked?”
“Fucking pervert,” Marcos says now, spitting onto the carpeted floor as he stares at me with an exaggerated expression of fake disgust. “I will call the cops right now. See how you like it in jail, you filth.”
“Shut up,” says Anders, and his voice is low and firm. “No one is calling the police. Are you stupid? Just shut up and let me think.”
Cynthia is still quiet, and now I glance over at her and see her just staring and smiling at me, like she is enjoying this little show. And why not? There are five naked men all bunched up together, all with cocks that are semi-hard and still oozing beads of white semen. The lawyers are cursing and holding me back against the wall, but it doesn’t look like anyone is about to throw a punch quite yet. I suppose there is some degree of hesitation because we are all naked. Does anyone really want to get into a close-quarters struggle? What if our cocks touch? Hah!
I am laughing again now as I stare at my Cynthia. There is a twinkle in her eye, a dimple in her cheek, and finally she cannot hold back any longer and she just BURSTS out laughing, her body quivering as she rolls around on that table, her big tits flopping about as she shakes and shivers with mirth.
“All right,” she says finally. “It’s all right, boys. Let him go. He is—”
“—your husband,” says Anders now, smiling widely as he finishes my wife’s sentence. “He is your husband, is he not? Oh, you are a special one, aren’t you, Cynthia? Oh, you little fox.”
Now Parker looks at Anders, then Cynthia, and finally me. And immediately he bursts into a gleaming white smile as he hunches over and backs away from the table, laughing and shaking his head, his long cock swinging from side to side as he slaps the table and continues to laugh.
“Oh, shit, man,” he exclaims. “Oh, SHIT! You guys are too much. Just too fucking much!”
“Is he serious?” Jack says now, looking at Anders and then Parker and finally me again. He seems genuinely confused, like it just doesn’t compute. With all his fancy Ivy League degrees, Jack might still not be the sharpest tool in the shed, I think. “What the FUCK, man?”
Marcos is just shaking his head as he paces the room, arms crossed comically over his chest, his cock bouncing as he walks. “No,” he is muttering. “No. Nah. No.”
“Yes,” Anders says now, and he is smiling very wide, clearly happy for some reason. “Yes, this is Cynthia’s husband. Oh, wonderful! Oh, perfect!”
I am smiling too as I glance at Anders. This is the most emotion I have seen from this German dude. I am not clear why he is so fucking thrilled, but whatever. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it?
“Yes, perfect,” Anders says again, and now he is looking around the room feverishly. “Hold on a minute.”
He rushes out of the conference room now, and I can hear him doing something amongst the cubicles outside. Soon he is back, and I stare at what he is carrying. It takes me a moment, and then I figure it out. I figure out what he’s carrying:
Four long extension cords, thick and orange, heavy-duty and strong.
He tosses them on the table and then looks at Parker and Jack as my smile begins to fade with the realization of what’s about to happen.
“Tie him up,” Anders says, his voice cold now, his eyes gleaming, his tongue licking his thin lips as he glances at Cynthia for a moment before swiftly walking over to me and grabbing my left arm. “Tie him to this chair. He wants to watch, and so we will make him watch. Yes, we will make him watch.”
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I feel the heat rise in my face now as strong arms grip me and push me down into this leather swivel chair. I don’t struggle, partly because I am in some state of disbelief about what’s h
appening. But there is another part of me that is welcoming this. It’s something new, and that’s what Cynthia and I are doing here, aren’t we? Looking for something new? Something more each time? Something more, something harder, deeper, further?
I glance at my wife and I see a momentary expression of alarm on her face. But I hold her gaze and force a smile, mouthing the words, “It’s okay” as I feel those extension cords bind my arms to the thick padded armrest of this large leather chair.
“Guys?” Cynthia says now, some hesitation in her voice as she watches Anders crouch down and tie my feet to the thick metal base of the chair.
My thighs are spread nicely, and as I pull on my bindings, I feel a strange sense of excitement building up in me. My cock is starting to stiffen already, even though I have just come, and I can sense that this is going to be a wild experience, something I WANT to experience.
Yes, I think as I smile once more at Cynthia. I want to watch my wife as the pressure builds up in me. I want to pull at my bindings as I yearn to touch my cock. I want to struggle and shout as I feel the raw desire to mount my wife and blow my load deep inside her cunt, claiming her in front of these men.
Yes, I want to see what it feels like.
“It’s okay, Cyn,” I say now, softly as Anders stands back up and pushes my chair up against the wall. “Let’s go with it.”
Anders smiles now and nods at me. “Yes,” he says. “It will be good. I have done it before with my ex-wife. It will feel good. It will drive you crazy, but good-crazy, yah?”
I nod and smile back at him. That coldness is temporarily gone from his eyes, and I can see that he is enjoying himself and would untie me if I simply asked. Well, I think so, at least. Who knows.
“You sure, honey?” Cynthia says now, completely focused on me. “I can stop this right now, if you want.”
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