17
AMY
I am shivering even though the sun is hot on my back and Parker’s hands are warm and smooth. It occurs to me that it has been almost four years since another man even so much as gave me a friendly hug, and the realization that a relative stranger’s hands are now under my dress, pressing the rounds of my ass, teasing the elastic of my black underwear that is feeling almost uncomfortable now as my body stiffens for a moment . . . oh, lord, the realization is getting me hot now, wet now, slowly but surely.
My rising arousal is accompanied by a huge sense of relief. After all, although I’ve been preparing for this moment, anticipating this moment, fantasizing about this moment for some time now, there was always that tiny bit of doubt about how my body would react once I actually got to this moment. And so now it is a HUGE relief to feel my body reacting EXACTLY the way I hoped, the way Chris hoped.
And how is Chris, my lover, my man, I think. My back is facing the camera and I cannot see Chris right now, so I turn slowly, gasping as I feel Parker’s hands slide up around my ass and massage the smooth skin of my bare stomach as I reposition myself facing away from Parker and looking directly into the camera.
Chris’s face is almost expressionless in the camera, and he is sitting there frozen. For a moment I wonder if it’s too much for him, if I need to stop. But now I feel Parker stand up behind me, his hard body pressing against mine, his erection pushing against the thin cloth of my sundress, his strong hands rubbing the sides of my thighs, moving up along my hips, tugging at the elastic of my panties, those strange hands exploring my curves as they move up along my body, now fingering the sides of my bra through my dress even as I feel his hot breath against my ear, my neck, my cheek.
I am breathing heavily now, and I remind myself that Chris can call it off at any time. All he needs to do is say the word. I don’t need to worry about him, I tell myself. I can just relax and let go, just like Chris and I discussed in those deeply personal, almost erotic conversations we’ve had over the past few days. Yes, I have his permission, his blessing, his encouragement even, and I can immerse myself in the pleasure that’s pulsing through my body right now as this stranger’s hands get closer and closer to my round breasts, my ready nipples.
And so I close my eyes and turn my head slightly, giving Parker access to my lips. He responds quickly, decisively, accepting my invitation for a kiss, and I feel his tongue slide into my mouth just as he squeezes my breasts with tremendous force even as he pushes his erection against my ass from behind.
I kiss him back hard, my ass grinding into his cock as I push my chest out, stick my tits out, feel my nipples getting hard like rocks under the firm pressure of Parker’s thick fingers. Our tongues are swirling against each other, our warm saliva mixing, and I am breathing hard, my chest heaving as I feel my bra getting tight as my nipples puff out with arousal, my breasts swell with the rise of my internal heat.
I am still facing the camera, but my eyes are closed tight now as I tell myself to let go, to release the last shreds of my self-consciousness, to accept the primal beauty, the physical purity, the raw sensation of what’s happening right now.
And as if Parker can sense me losing myself in the moment, he kisses me harder, licking my cheek from the side, biting my ear now, grinding his cock hard into my swirling ass, pulling my body into him. He is still pressing my tits hard, pinching the nipples through my bra to the point where it almost hurts. I can hear myself moaning softly, and it sounds like someone else moaning for a moment, and in that moment I open my eyes and immediately see my Chris, my husband. His mouth is hanging open, his eyes looking slightly unfocused. He has pushed his chair farther away from the camera and I can see that he has a tremendous erection that’s forming a goddamn tent in his tight pants.
The sight of Chris so turned on drives me wild now, and I grab Parker’s right hand and place it on my crotch, pushing my hips out and moaning loudly as I feel his fingers press down on my clit through my sundress and underwear.
Parker starts to run his thick middle finger up and down the center of my crotch now, and I can feel my own wetness seep through the two layers of cloth. I am writhing under Parker’s firm, confident touch, the sensation of his tongue licking my face and neck from behind combined with the pressure of his hard-on against my soft ass driving me deeper and deeper, closer and closer . . . yes, closer and closer to a first orgasm that is coming in quick, fast, heavy . . .
Now I feel so goddamn wet between my legs that I swear the front of my sundress is sticking to my mound as Parker rubs my cunt with his fingers, his long middle finger moving all the way up and down the length of my slit, the tip of his finger pushing my underwear into me, the friction of the cloth against my pussy lips and clit taking me higher and higher.
I grasp Parker’s hand and bring it up to my face now, instinctively sniffing his fingers and moaning as I smell the musk of my own sex on him. I suck on his fingers, my eyelids fluttering as I grind my ass harder into his cock, enjoying the feeling that’s rising up from between my thighs, the feeling that I need to be touched there again, quickly, urgently, NOW.
And Parker can sense it, and now he reaches down with his other hand, lifting up the front of my dress, sliding his fingers under the sides of my damp black panties, finding my wet, open slit immediately, curling three fingers around the left side of my cunt, gently pulling at my pussy lips as I shudder and shake, saliva pouring out of my mouth as I suck his fingers and gyrate my hips.
Now Parker pulls the fingers of his right hand out of my mouth, brings his left hand up to my tits again, and then just PUSHES his wet right hand down the front of my panties, his thumb resting on my stiff clit, two fingertips sliding into my slick depths.
And he RAMS his erection against me from behind, the force of his thrust pushing my mound up against his fingers, driving those fingers deep into my cunt, pushing my swollen clit against his firm thumb with startling force . . .
. . . and suddenly my eyes flick open and my mouth opens wide in a silent scream as I feel that orgasm ambush me with a goddamn FURY, and Parker is grunting now, his fingers working my cunt, his left hand supporting my quivering body as he pinches my tits, his tongue still hot and sticky against my cheek, his cock still hard and massive against my ass.
“Oh, shit!” I mutter as I gasp for air, still confused and surprised at how quickly this orgasm rolled through me. “Oh, SHIT, Chris!”
18
CHRIS
My mouth is hanging open and I can feel drool on my lips as I stare in astonishment at the image of my Amy, her face contorted with ecstasy, her mouth twisted into a grimace of pleasure. The sight of Parker pulling up the front of her dress, sliding those fingers under the moist sides of her panties as my Amy sucked the fingers of his other hand like a little slut got me hard as a fucking rock, aroused as anything. But then when Parker pushed his hand down the front of my wife’s black panties, drove his fingers into my Amy’s sweet cunt like that . . . oh, my LORD I had to start unzipping.
And that’s when it happened. I must have glanced away from the screen for just a moment as I undid my belt, and I was startled by the sharp cry from Amy. And when I looked up she was fucking coming! Holy SHIT she was already coming!
Now I just stare as my Amy’s body thrashes in Parker’s hands as his fingers keep working her cunt under those panties. Her pussy is still hidden from me, and it is a HUGE turn-on to see the outline of another man’s fingers pulsating under the shiny wet cloth of those black panties. Oh, fuck, I can almost SMELL her sex now, TASTE her juice, FEEL her orgasm even as I stare at her whimper and convulse her way through that climax.
I am stunned, just fucking STUNNED. I mean, I’ve seen Amy have countless orgasms, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her on this computer screen, those thick, tattooed arms of Parker holding her close, her hips moving as he grinds his cock into her ass, her che
st heaving as he pulls on her nipples, her pelvis jerking out grotesquely as this man—this man that I sent over—fingers her divine cunt that was all mine until today.
It’s still mine, I tell myself as I lean in close and stare at my Amy’s face, those dazed eyes that are only just flickering open as she winds down her orgasm. I swear she looks almost surprised, like the orgasm snuck up on her, ambushed her. It was quick, no doubt, but holy FUCK was it intense! Could it be the culmination of all that buildup, anticipation, the weeks of conversations, fantasies, doubts, fears, excitement?
Now I slowly become aware of my own throbbing arousal, and without taking my eyes off the computer screen, off Amy’s face, I hurriedly undo my belt and push my pants down to my ankles. My cock sticks straight up in the air like a goddamn tentpole, pushing my white boxers up into a sharp point. I can feel my wetness already seeping through the thick cotton of my underwear, and I start to massage my cock gently as I stare at the scene on the computer.
Yes, I think as I realize that I will need to blow my load soon too so I can get ready for the rest of the session, so I’ll be ready when Amy is ready again. After all, this has been building up for me too, and my body is tensed up and stiff with not just arousal but relief. Yes, now that we’re here, I’m so GODDAMN relieved that my body is behaving in the way I hoped, the way I fantasized, the way Amy must have fantasized.
So yes, I think as I reach down and adjust my balls, which feel heavy and warm. We’re only just getting started, aren’t we, baby?
Amy is looking at me with those unfocused eyes, and I cannot tell if my image on that computer screen is even registering with her. But then she closes both eyes and opens them again, and I see some color in her face as her eyes focus in on me, sitting alone, my cock in my hand, my mouth hanging open. She smiles now, a soft, subtle smile that is all she can manage, and I just nod and do the same. There is no need to say anything, baby, I think. Go on, honey. Come on.
Now Amy lets out a long, deep sigh and slowly turns away from the camera and towards Parker. She goes up on her toes and kisses him now, and I grab my cock with my full fist as I feel my heart start to pound again. Yes, baby. Oh, yes, baby.
She kisses him gently, sweetly, and I am slowly starting to jerk myself off now. I can’t take my eyes off the scene—my wife’s round ass moving for the camera as she kisses another man with her back to me.
Parker’s hands are back up under her dress now, and I can tell Amy has reached down between their bodies and is rubbing his cock through his tight blue dress pants. I can hear Parker breathe now, his breaths coming out sharp and quick as I see Amy’s elbow move back and forth as she pulls harder and harder on his cock.
“Thank you, Parker,” she whispers to him, and hearing her say his name sends a chill up my spine as I pull harder at my own raging erection. “I want to make YOU come now, soldier. What can I do?”
Parker does not respond. He is squeezing my wife’s ass harder now, pushing his hands down the back of her panties and gathering her soft asscheeks in his hands as he breathes harder and harder. He will come in his fucking pants, I realize. Yeah, the way Amy is pulling at his cock is going to make him explode in his pants.
And in a move that almost shocks the hell out of me, I find myself leaning into the microphone, and in a voice that sounds almost alien to me, I say, “No. Step back for a moment, Amy. Step back and help him undress.”
Amy is startled, and she turns to the camera, staring at me. Parker looks over at me too, but he is more relieved than surprised. Yes, I think as I nod once at Parker and then look back at Amy. Parker is a brother soldier, a gentleman, a fucking Marine. He knows what he wants, but he’s showing me the respect of waiting until I offer.
Yes, until I offer him the privilege . . .
. . . the privilege of having my wife, my sweet Amy, the love of my life, strip him naked and suck his cock.
19
AMY
I do what Chris says, feeling my initial shock transform rapidly into a hungry anticipation as I watch Parker, this goddamn specimen of a Marine, start to undo his belt-buckle as his gaze fixes on my nipples that are hard and pointy under my thin yellow sundress. He glances down at my crotch for a moment, blinking as he stares at the way my dress is sticking to my soaked mound.
I smile at Parker, forcing myself to stop thinking about how goddamn WEIRD it is that my Chris, my HUSBAND, just asked me to undress another man and get ready to suck his cock! I feel dirty for a moment, filthy for a second, like a SLUT right now. And you know what . . . it feels safe, exciting, wonderful, and LIBERATING!
So I smile at Parker again and now I reach out and touch his chest, start to undo the stiff buttons on his tight khaki dress shirt, slide my hands under the cloth and feel the hardness of his pecs and stomach. There are ridges of muscles that feel hard as bone beneath his undershirt, and I can feel my own passion start to stir again, the heat rising between my legs as I help Parker pull his half-unbuttoned shirt off.
His undershirt comes off quickly too, and I blink and take a deep breath as I just freeze and stare at his mammoth frame, those glistening ridges of muscles that make his chest and stomach look like something out of a magazine, a movie, maybe a dream!
I kiss his tanned chest now, taking his tight nipple into my mouth, running my tongue down the center of his torso, breathing in his smell. Parker has already unzipped and is slowly pushing his pants down over his muscular hips, and I slide my hands into his pants now, my fingers searching for an opening in his underwear.
Now I find it and I push my right hand into his underwear, gasping as I feel the heat of his erection, smell the clean musk of his crotch, taste the faintly salty grain of his skin as I continue to kiss and lick his bare chest, his stomach, my fingers struggling to find space inside his tight underwear, to maneuver their way around his incredibly stiff cock that feels like coiled steel in his pants.
“Oh, God, you’re so hard,” I whisper as I pull my hands out and try to help him push his tight pants down.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Parker whispers, his voice thick with arousal, and I almost giggle at how strange it sounds for a man to be calling me “Ma’am” right before I take his cock into my mouth.
Now his pants are down at his ankles and I squat down to help him get them off his feet. But as I bend down I feel his erection against my face, the cloth of his gleaming white underwear sticking straight out like a horizontal teepee. And now I cannot help myself, I just cannot. Oh, LORD it has been so long since I had a cock in my mouth, so GODDAMN long. And so I forget about Parker’s pants and I just open up and start to lick the tip of his cock through his underwear, puckering my lips and kissing now, feeling the stickiness of his pre-cum oozing through the clean cotton of his shorts.
I am breathing heavily as I squat down and lick his mammoth erection, and now I feel Parker’s hands on my head, then my shoulders, now reaching lower as he bends slightly.
Suddenly in one swift movement Parker pulls my dress straight off over my head, and I jerk my head back as I feel a slight breeze in the room from the cloth whipping past my ears. He tosses the yellow sundress onto the floor behind him, and now I am in my black bra and panties, still squatting in front of his erection. I stare up at him, my lips already sticky with his pre-cum and my drool, and I smile now, smile at this Marine, at his cock, at the thought of my husband watching this.
But my back is still to the camera, I realize, and so, holding onto Parker’s cock through his tight white briefs, I change position so that we are in profile to the camera. I glance over at the computer screen once, and I can see that Chris is nodding slightly, his face all red, his eyes wide like a madman’s, his right hand clutching his cock so hard that I can see his knuckles turning white.
“Is this okay, honey,” I whisper into the camera, my voice low, almost like I am talking to myself. “Is this good for you?”
Chris bar
ely moves, but now he nods once, those wild eyes making contact with my own arousal-filled gaze, and for a fleeting moment I feel those earlier feelings of filth and disgust rise up. Those feelings are very weak now though, and as I stare at Chris for another moment, my hand still pulling gently on Parker’s cock which is right in front of my face . . . yes, as I stare at Chris I see the corner of his taut lips twist into a smile, and I catch a sparkle in his eye, and he gives me the slightest of winks, telling me it’s okay, telling me that WE’RE okay, telling me to go ahead.
Yes, he’s telling me to go ahead and release this soldier’s cock now. Release it and take it in, into my warm, wet mouth.
20
CHRIS
My Amy looks so goddamn hot in her black underwear, her thighs splayed out shamelessly as she squats down in front of Parker. His cock looks massive in front of her face, and the sight is surreal, intoxicating, fucking WILD!
I watch in sheer ecstasy as Amy winks back at me and then turns back toward Parker. She licks the tip of his erection again now, through the cloth that is already soaked through with saliva and pre-cum. There is a trail of stickiness connecting her tongue to his cock, and it is so goddamn FILTHY to see my Amy like this that I have to control myself or else I’m going to blow my load right now.
Parker is running his hands through my Amy’s hair now, his entire body tensed up with arousal, his shoulders slightly hunched as he stares down at my wife licking his confined cock while she clutches at his balls from underneath. I can tell that Parker is doing everything he can to hold back from just pushing his underwear all the way down, grabbing Amy’s head, and fucking RAMMING his cock down her throat, and I feel a weird sense of satisfaction, power even, when I realize that I am in some way controlling this from across the oceans. Yes, Amy and I are in control of this thing, which is exactly what we talked about, exactly what we hoped would happen when we got to the moment of truth.
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