Anna turned suddenly.
The nightie was even more spectacular from the front. It cut into a deep v-shape, but still would have been moderately conservative if not for the material it was made of. A material that provided teasing glimpses of her nipples, the hair above her snatch, her belly-button...all nearly revealed but not entirely. Her hair was down now, and she tossed it over her shoulder.
“I hope you're not mad at me,” she said. “It's part of the reason I decided to come clean about everything tonight.”
I was so busy looking at her body that I didn't really remember what she was talking about.
“It's still the same game, you know.”
I snapped back to attention. “What?”
She smiled. “Still the same game. If John comes. You tell me what you want, and I'll do it.”
I cocked my head. “So all this time, you got him to do what you wanted by telling him it was so I could watch?”
“But on video,” she said quickly.
I blinked.
She shrugged. “He liked to see you getting off on him fucking me…and...so did I. So it worked out for everyone.”
“Except me.”
Anna sighed.
“There really wasn't any other way to get him to do it. But would you have really wanted me to tell you that? You liked the secrecy of it. I didn't want to ruin it for you.”
I squinted.
“Admit it,” Anna added. She ran her hand along the bed.
She didn't give me time to answer, because I could see in her face that she knew she'd won the argument. As she always did. And she was right, even if I hated to admit it to myself.
“Sit down over there,” Anna said. “It's our last time with John.”
I sat. I was so used to having an erection nearly all the time now that I had practiced the art of being comfortable with one, as I sat or rose from a chair, or walked through a crowded lobby.
Anna made me a drink from the hotel bar and brought it to me. She had another in her own hand. She gave me a smile.
“How are you so sure he'll come?” I said. I knew he would, but how did Anna?
But as if answering my question, there was a light knock at the door, a pause, and a click as the second keycard was inserted. The door opened, and Anna sat on the bed, crossing her long legs.
As John walked into the room, saw the expertise with which Anna had arranged the chair I was sitting in. She had cast the lighting away from me, and onto the center of the room where the bed was. It had the immediate effect of solving what could have been an awkward first few minutes of the interaction. Almost immediately, the bed seemed like it was onstage, and I seemed like the audience. John barely needed to acknowledge me, though he did give me a light nod.
“Do you remember what I wanted you to do?” Anna asked him.
John gave his lips a lick of almost bashful uncertainty. “Yes ma'am,” he said.
“Good,” Anna said. I almost expected her to say some kind of corporate cliche after that (then we're all on board).
I hadn't expected the interactions between John and Anna, which I never heard very well through the wall, to be quite like this. I wasn't sure what to make of it.
John gave one final glance to me, as if to say that it was my last chance to back out, but I lifted my whiskey glass to my lips and said nothing.
John moved toward Anna, and she rose up on her knees on the bed to begin unbuttoning his dress shirt. As soon as this began, it was like I was both out of the room and still in it: the sensation was disorienting.
And intoxicating.
Anna's eyes were on John's body as she slipped his shirt off his shoulders. His hard chest, his big muscles. I watched her fingers trail over them, her cheeks gaining a flush of obvious pleasure. A sensation of mixed feelings burned through me. My cock twitched.
Anna's hands were on his belt now, unfastening it. The leather strap slipped from the metal, and flipped open. I heard the metal rumble of the zipper as she pulled his pants open. Her hand dipped into his trousers, and she smiled as she found what she was seeking.
John pushed his pants down, taking the silky boxers he had been wearing with them.
Now his athletic dark body was fully exposed. His buttocks were hard and round like Anna's, and the two of them looked like an ad for something now, provided the very lewd way that Anna was massaging his cock in her hand was cropped out of the picture.
John's cock was at eye level for me now, and the effect was to make it look even larger. I stared at its girth and length, and at Anna's hands moving up and down it with a familiarity that sent a pang of jealousy through me.
She bit her lip.
John took the lead now, and placed his big, black hand on her neck, his thumb moving up her jawline as he pulled her face toward him. Firmly. Taking some of the control that Anna had just moments earlier. He placed his big lips on hers, and kissed her, but as he pulled away he bit into her lower lip and took it with him for a few inches.
He pushed her around then, so that she turned and end up on all fours. Her short nightie rose up on her ass, and now her snatch, and the tiny patch of hair that covered it, were visible beneath the line of the fabric.
John slid her nightie up, and his eyes opened briefly in surprise as he took in the small dildo in her ass. He placed his thumb on the ribbon, and pushed the protruding tip of the dildo into her, making Anna suck in her breath slowly and tip her head back.
“You've been getting ready for this, then?” John asked her.
Anna just smiled.
“How long?”
“All day,” Anna purred.
“Hmm,” John mumbled, and pushed on the dildo again. He moved the ribbon out of his way, tossing it up to the small of her back. His fingers moved down to her cunt, which was dripping with her juices already. I heard the sticky sounds of her flesh as he dipped a finger in. from where I was, the scent of sex was faintly growing, rising into the air from where the two of them were. I brought my whiskey to my mouth and noticed that I was shaking.
But with excitement.
From where I was, I could see the bright, wet pink of her pussy, already engorged and craving the touch of John's dark fingers. He stared down at her for a moment, and then placed a thick fingertip on her clit and stroked it lightly like a feather. Anna gasped and twisted her hips in desire. She bit her lower lip and looked back at John, but as she did, she flashed me a smile.
He parted her petals one by one, feeling each layer of her between his fingers like it was the material of suit he was thinking of purchasing. He held her skin between his fingers, feeling how soft and wet it was, smiling.
John's dark finger disappeared into Anna's flesh. He twisted his hand, and Anna moaned.
He was stroking her clit from the inside out, and it was driving her wild.
John smiled. Thinking, surely, of how good it would feel when he slipped his shaft between each of those swollen, soaked lips. Just to get his cock wet, before he rammed her in the ass.
His fingers moved expertly, toying with her clit while she struggled to stay still enough for him to touch her. Her muscles contracted and twisted beneath her skin, and her breath came in ragged, puffs from her mouth. My cock was so hard by now that it felt like it might split.
He reached up and wound the black ribbon attached to the dildo around his hand – it almost didn't make fully around his large paw, and he began to pull on it.
Anna moaned as the dildo she claimed to have left inside of her all this time, since the evening before until now, slowly eased from her asshole, stretching it as the fat middle middle passed through he sphincter. It popped out and John tossed it aside.
Anna's asshole was tinged slightly red, and gaped open for a moment, before it began to twitch closed. It was utterly obscene, but I was riveted by it. I could hardly wait for John to push it open further, stretch it out until it yawned even wider and took even longer to close up.
He slid a wet finger from her pussy int
o her gaped hole, and I sucked in my breath. I could feel that my cock was dripping precum now, making my underwear cling to me.
His finger glided into her, because her pussy was so wet there was ample lubrication. I could see her juices glistening on her thighs.
John put another wet finger inside of her, and this time Anna moaned.
And then another. The third finger made her wince, but John did not hesitate, He pressed down on the small of her back and forced her to arch her back again. Anna turned back to the wall in front of her and mewled.
And then he sort of clawed upward with his hand inside of her, and she mewled and howled, her legs starting to tremble, her stomach muscles crunched into a tight ball.
John lifted his thick cock up to her ass. He pressed the tip of himself to her throbbing anus as though his penis was giving her little ring a firm kiss.
“You're going to come with my cock in your ass,” he said.
Anna moaned in response to the command, and moved her hips backward, pushing her ready asshole up against his cock.
When he pushed forward and stretched open the first part of her, an agonized sound came from her chest. She whimpered and clawed at the bedsheets.
“Oh god,” she howled.
John's cock disappeared inch by inch into her ass, dark and thick. As her ass stretched open further, and further, she flung her torso around on the bed but kept herself there for him. She was squeaking and crying, now, submitting fully to John in the most intimate way.
But I could see her mouth and it was not agonized: this was all an act, or at least partially an act, and my wife was actually a dirty little whore who liked cock in the ass. Big, black, cock in her ass.
My mind was racing now to lewder and lewder places, hoping that John would really give it to her. It was, after all, the last time.
He lifted her up so that she was sitting on him, and she groaned and shifted her weight, howling as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of her, forced in by her own weight. She leaned back on him and he pulled her legs to each side so that her pussy was exposed to his fingers.
From where I was sitting, I had a great view of his cock moving in and out of her ass when he body rose and fell. He was really stretching her tight little hole open, and the sight was almost unbelievable even though it was right in front of me. His cock disappeared into her unyielding skin, and above that scene was her tumid flower, dripping its nectar onto John's cock, and his balls.
His fingers came around to where she was exposed, and quickly found the little ball of her clitoris, as though he did this all the time – as though he had fucked my wife thousand times before and not just twice.
Anna was covered in an a feral sheen on sweat; her mouth was contorted and her every breath escaped as a whine.
Then a moan, then a howl, then a scream, as he stroked her with his fingers like an expert.
When she came her entire body shook, and I watched as a creamy cum gushed from her. It slid down to lubricate John's rapidly thrusting cock, and he pressed into her clit as she shrieked and gasped and twitched, well past when she might have needed it. I knew her ass was seizing and clenching around his cock, and I could see how much he enjoyed it.
Then he took both hands and lifted her by her hips, plunging her up and down on his cock.
Anna was used up now and flopped like a rag doll: her ass was so wet with her own cum, and so stretched by John's cock, that she moved over him like a sex toy. He essentially jerked himself off, with her tight, pink ass as a glove.
He shoved her very suddenly onto her chest and her knees again, and she moaned. Then she tossed her hair and looked directly at me.
Her eyes burned into me.
“Oh god,” she panted and squealed at the same time. “It's too big. Oh, fuck, it hurts so much.”
I'll never know how Anna knew what I wanted to hear: we never discussed this outright. In many ways, Anna's insights into my sexual needs were somewhat disturbing, but at the same time:
She was saying exactly what I wanted to hear.
Getting fucked exactly the way I wanted her fucked.
She mewled and sobbed in obvious pleasure.
John really started fucking her then, and the slapping of his thighs against her ass set a beat beneath the sounds of her warbling and cooing.
When he came he yelled. Anna screeched as he thrust brutally deep, deep into her ass.
Anna's voice was shrill as she twisted and writhed, still impaled on his cock. “I love that hot cum,” she rasped, “Oh fuck, that was so good. Oh god.”
When John pulled his cock from her she gave a sigh, a groan of disappointment, and fell forward, spent. Her ass was a gaping gash, and her thighs were smeared with her cum. A trickle of John's milky-white cum spilled up and out of her asshole.
He stood back and admired his handiwork. His dick was still throbbing and hard as a rock. Anna's breath was still ragged, and she heaved on the bedsheets like a horse. She tilted her as up for him – for me – to get a better look.
For a moment I couldn't even breathe. My cock was robbing my entire body, but especially my mind, of oxygen and blood. Anna's gaping ass was the only thing in the room at that moment: red-rimmed, black in the center, and dripping John's cum in spurts as her sore, used asshole spasmed.
Then John leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.
I watched as Anna's mouth opened, upturned, and her tongue made a circle around her lips. Whatever it was, she was agreeing to it.
She turned around, and winked at me as she did so. I was so stunned that I couldn't figure out what she was doing, even as she dropped to her stomach and flipped her legs up so she could grab her heels. She was now prone, poised on the bed, as though in the absolute sluttiest yoga pose. Her hands were grasping the heels of her shoes behind her.
She lifted her head, and brought her lips to the exact height of John's cock, before I figured out what was going to happen next.
And there was John's cock again. Still had, getting harder, even though he had just filled Anna up with his cum. Now he was going to put his dirty, cum-smeared cock that had been in her ass...into her mouth.
Anna opened her mouth, and it was wet and hungry.
I watched, almost unable to take any more, as Anna extended her tongue like a porn star taking abuse, John slapped his thick cock on her obediently extended tongue.
My dick ached painfully, thinking of how much I wanted that wet mouth on my own cock.
He moved forward just an inch. Now Anna's big lips closed around the tip of him and she sucked on him like a lollipop.
He let her lick and suck away for several minutes.
“That's it,” he breathed.
My cock was so hard it was sending pain through my entire lower body. This heat mixed with the pain of hearing these words while Anna slurped away at the fat end of another man's cock.
The thick black shaft kept going, disappearing, while her mouth stretched open wider and wider until the scene no longer looked real, and her throat was stuffed full. Her lower lips finally pressed up against his ball-sack, but still her kept pushing her onto him, until her face was smashed completely into his abdomen and hips.
All the while, Anna kept grasping her heels.
Then she flicked her eyes from John's face, to mine.
I rose up out of the chair like a zombie. I felt drunk and almost depleted, as I crossed the room to the bed. My cock was so hard it hurt now, and I was moving mechanically, trying not to fall over. My mind was so focused on Anna sucking John's dirty cock that I could hardly command my limbs to move at all.
I dropped my pants next to the bed, and I clambered up so that I was on my knees behind Anna.
I looked up briefly at John, but his eyes were on my wife, on her mouth around his cock, and so I looked down to Anna's ass.
There is was, lovely and still gaping, still dripping John's cum.
Anna started making these porn-star noises, like she was eating some meal she c
ouldn't get enough of. She moved her own head forward when John pulled away with his cock, trying to get more of it into her throat.
He tightened his grip on her hair and held her still.
For some reason, the sight of his dark hand grasping her hair sent me over some kind of limit.
I grasped Anna's hips, lifting her ass up to where I could get inside of her. She held on to her heels, letting me take hold of her like a prop. I plunged into her ass without warning or foreplay.
Anna gave out a muffled scream, but she continued to do her duty for John, allowing him to fuck her mouth, even as my cock filled her sore ass.
I slid in easily, in part because she had already been stretched, and in part because John's cum made a slick lubrication. I thrust in as far as I could go and pulled hard on her to get in even deeper. Anna moaned.
This big, thick slab of John's black meat was moving in and out of her mouth.
Sticky, gurgling sounds were coming from Anna's throat now. I just watched, my cock encased in her searing-hot flesh.
John thrust several times into her face, and then pulled his cock out to let her breathe. Long threads of saliva connected her distended lips to the tip of his cock, and then fell onto her face sloppily, before he dove back in. Anna's ass clenched around me.
From deep in her throat the sounds of absolute submission: choking, gurgling, swallowing sounds. But also her sultry, moaning approval.
I lost my composure entirely, not caring if I wouldn't get to see the rest of John's fucking her face before I came. I began to pound into Anna's ass hard, and her gaped, wet asshole was still tight around me, even after fucking John. It was hotter than her pussy. Her gasps, muffled by John's cock, only drove me closer to the edge, and so it was after only a minute or so of fucking her good and hard that I felt the fountain of cum that had built up inside of me surging forth.
Anna herself had moved one hand to her pussy, which I noticed only then because she started to moan more and her ass began to spasm wildly around my cock just before I came.
I couldn't even scream, because it hit me so hard. I was open-mouthed, making no sound, when I looked up and saw John's cock sliding from her mouth, into his own hand. He stroked himself vigorously as his second round of creamy cum splashed out and all over my wife's face.
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