“He looks good,” she murmured. “Happy. I wonder where Marcy is.”
My heart raced. Fucking Vegas. The whole world visits our town. I expected her to take my hand and say she wanted to meet him but she didn't. Apparently when I'd expressed my feelings about how she often left me out of the decision making process I'd reached her and struck a chord. She was waiting for me to answer her.
The look in her eyes told me everything; she wanted him to fuck her right here on the casino floor. If I checked, I knew she'd be wet. I needed to tell her I wanted to skip it. I needed to tell her I wanted to keep walking. But that was the man that had fucked my wife on our wedding night. His cum had filled her, not mine. He'd made love to her for days and she'd welcomed him every time. I remembered his long thick cock and how hard he'd gotten for her. I saw them on the warm wet sand. A mental picture of his cum dripping out of her, on our honeymoon, flashed through my mind.
Run, I thought.
Nope. I'm too stubborn for that.
I took her hand and crossed to his table just as they were finishing a round. Ray looked up. His face lit up like a firework. He was over-joyed to see us both. He kissed Teresa's cheek and left the game and gave me a huge bear hug before kissing Teresa again, this time on the lips and for half a second longer than if it was just good old friends. I blushed wondering if the other persons at the table had noticed it.
He put his arms around us and walked us back towards the piano bar. He was talking a million miles an hour, asking how we were and how life had treated us. Marcy was off at a show with a friend but they were doing better than ever. He was a mountain of a man, much bigger than me in every way. I fit neatly under his arm and Teresa almost disappeared. We grabbed a booth in the back, away from the piano and the crowd, and placed our drink orders. I sat on one side of him and Teresa on the other.
The conversation was fast-paced and all three of us carried it. It was ten minutes before I noticed Teresa's hands were under the table and her face looked flush. I glanced around us but we were far enough back nobody paid us any attention other than the occasional look by random passer-by at Teresa because she's so gorgeous. I waited a bit and then caught Teresa's eye.
“What's going on?” I asked innocently.
Ray slowly pushed the tablecloth under to reveal my wife playing with his large exposed cock. One hand pumped the shaft while the other cupped his big balls, rolling them around and scratching the skin. She'd opened his zipper and pulled him out and continued right on talking. Him too. Cool customers, these two.
His dick is slightly disproportionate; a little too thick for the length, but that's probably why Teresa loves it so much. I spotted her wedding ring pressed against his scrotum and it knocked the wind out of me a little bit.
Our waitress approached with our drinks and Ray smoothly pulled the tablecloth back to hide my wife's hands. Ray dropped an American Express black card on the serving tray and said, “Tab,” and the waitress nodded and left us.
As soon as she turned her back Ray pushed the cloth away again and Teresa lowered her head into his lap. I got a, “Sorry, Baby,” from her and then his dick head was in her mouth. No way she could give him a full blow job here but she just needed a taste. My wife ached to feel his cock in her mouth. Her cheeks dented as she sucked hard. Ray calmly and casually surveyed our area to make sure we were safe and allowed my wife to service him. I knew where all this was headed and tried to figure out how I felt and what I should say. As always, I was terribly conflicted. I loved the slut in her but could never fully shake an insecurity about losing her to another man.
Teresa sucked and licked the top three inches or so, just enough to get him shiny and rock hard. He mentioned he'd forgotten how good she was at sucking cock and then she sat up and Ray left his penis out in the open for us to see but hidden behind the table.
“Can we, Baby?” she asked me. “You can come with us or stay here, whichever you are in the mood for.” She turned to Ray. “Is that cool?”
Ray nodded full agreement. I was closer to telling her no than I'd ever been. Teresa saw it in my eyes. She'd asked me if she could and then once again not waited for an answer. This time she caught herself and sat waiting, not saying a word. Ray sensed our struggle and sat silent.
Here was my moment. This was my chance to make a statement about my fifty-percent regarding this marriage. I could deny Ray and show him I had the power here and at the same time teach Teresa a lesson about including me from the beginning or suffer consequences.
But then I looked down at Ray's lap. The tip of his erect reached almost to the table top and his fleshy helmet was purple with excitement. Teresa still hand her hand loosely around the base and once again her wedding ring, the token of my undying love, rested comfortably against a blue throbbing vein. Her fingers did not touch on the far side of his cock. A wave of heat rose up in me.
“Okay,” I murmured and Teresa's eyes lit up. “I'll come with you.”
Ray began to buckle up and I held Teresa's eyes; “Condom,” I stated.
She hesitated and then remembered and nodded. Ray seemed not to noticed.
Ray and Marcy had a huge suite, of course, and there was clothing draped over most of the furniture, all of it Marcy's. Women.
I was nervous even though I'd been in this spot many times. I was disappointed in myself for caving in yet excited for what I was about to see. Once Ray locked the door Teresa sank to her knees in front of him and freed his semi-erect beast. He ripped off his shirt and slipped off his shoes and soon stood nude over her, just as foreboding and massive as always.
My wife set to worshiping his cock. She held him with both hands and licked every inch from balls to head. His erection grew firmer and when she let go he was aimed at the ceiling. His dick was as big around as a ketchup bottle.
Teresa stood and leaned into him, snaking her arms around his neck. She whispered something into is ear.
“Really?” he asked. She reluctantly nodded. “Alright,” he conceded. Teresa stepped to her purse and withdrew a condom which she handed to him. She then turned to me.
“Undress me,” she suggested. “Strip me naked and hand me over to my lover.”
I have to admit her words got me pretty hot. Soon she was nude, her clothing in a pile around her feet, and she moved back to Ray. They kissed and he scooped her up and headed for the large bed. The condom on his cock only covered the first three-fourths and the latex looked stretched to near breaking.
Ray eased my wife onto her back and began kissing every inch of her body. They kissed often and then he returned to her sensitive flesh. She grew frustrated because although she loved the attention she was impatient for penetration. An Idea occurred to her.
“Baby,” she said to me. “Open me up and guide him in. I want you to give me to him. I want to know you want this too.”
Ray looked at me and smiled and I knew it was okay with him so I knelt by the bed as he moved up between her legs. Up close like this his cock looked even more intimidating. I spread her labia with one hand and waited but Ray stayed put about a foot away from her.
“Take it, Baby. Guide him in.”
My wife wanted me to touch another man's penis and granted, it was wrapped in rubber, but still. I guessed this was her way of making it extra exciting since Ray wore protection. I accepted her compromise and wrapped my fingers around his heavy shaft and pulled him forward, surprised by the heat I felt through the condom. I imagined what that heat would do to Teresa and understood female penetration just a tiny bit better.
Ray inched forward and his sheathed cock drew closer and closer until I used it to nudge Teresa's pussy open. Her small lips clung to the head and when I tugged him closer I saw them expand and envelope him. All the air left my lungs in a rush. I'd never seen something so erotic. I tugged harder and Teresa squirmed and maned as I fed Ray into her. She was cupping her breasts and playing roughly with the nipples. I moved my hand farther down him until I held him at the base and forc
ed more inches into my wife. I was masturbating her with a living dildo.
Moments later Ray and I struck a rhythm; he would thrust forward a little deeper every time and I would help. He pulled out less each time and his thick cock inched deeper into my wife. Soon there was barely room for my hand between the meeting of their bodies. They were kissing passionately with Ray dipping his mouth to tease her nipples and I was riveted to the way his big cock filled her pussy. I'd never seen her stretched wide like this. His condom was soaking wet now and sliding effortlessly through my hand.
Then I noticed a problem. Each time he withdrew and my hand slid across the ring of the rubber, it rolled forward a tiny amount. The sensation of my hand in addition to my wife's tight pussy was driving Ray wild. His thrusts grew deeper and stronger by the second and each time the condom crept forward.
I needed to let go of him or I would slowly roll the condom off.
Just as I was about to he groaned and muttered how fantastic it felt to slid through the husband's hand as he fucked the wife. I left my hand there. I even squeezed a little tighter, eliciting a deep moan from him, but inching the condom forward half an inch.
Several heartbeats later Ray withdrew and the condom piled up against my hand. I moved my hand just far enough to allow it to drop to the bed and then his hips flexed and his naked cock slid through my fist and into my wife. I heard him suck a lungful of air and I know he knew he was now bare but no man would draw attention to it and risk having to put a new one on. He pushed his cock all the way in. Her pussy dilated to accommodate his girth and I calculated with his length he had to be nudging her womb.
She jumped a few times like he'd gone too deep and he sheathed every inch he had and held it there, forcing her to adjust to him. She winced a few times and then something happened inside her and she gasped for air. Ray sank another inch or two deeper until his fat balls smothered her asshole. She had all of him.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed. “There it goes.”
“Just like last time,” Ray agreed.
I suspected something inside her, most likely her cervix, had responded to his constant invading pressure and had opened up a little and allowed him to slide deeper.
“Oh fuck, yeah, that's what I love. God! I missed it, Ray. I missed your fat dick. Fuck me, Baby.”
Teresa lifted her tone legs and pointed her toes at the ceiling.
“He fills my pussy, Honey. I love his cock. His cock is bigger than my pussy and he makes me take it. I can feel his prick force my cunt to take his shape. I fucking love it.”
Ray had been holding himself deep all this time but now he began to slowly saw back and forth. He was grinning like a maniac. Her lips clung to him like they feared he was leaving. I imagined what her pussy felt like for him. I remembered the way she folds around you and grips you. I remembered the slight vacuum I felt on the tip of my penis each time I withdrew and knew it must be much more powerful on him. He was so thick she was sealed tightly around him. Her pussy struggled to handle his bulk.
But all that combined only drove Teresa higher. Her petite body disappeared under his and his monster cock filled her to overflowing and she felt ravaged and conquered. Ray was an incredible stud, his hips rising and falling smoothly regardless of what else he may be doing. He suckled her breasts or kissed her deeply or ran his hands all over her and all the while his oil-derrick hips rose and fell, driving that beast deep only to withdraw and drive it deep again. My wife moaned non-stop and I heard the faint tension of her rising orgasm.
I impulsively leaned over and licked her clitoris. My tongue grazed his shaft as he slid by and both of them moaned simultaneously. I licked her again and she lifted her hips as much as she could. Ray made more room for me between them and I rewarded him with several more accidental licks. He encouraged me and I let my tongue slather his shaft as it sailed by on the way into my wife. I turned my attention back to Teresa and soon had her close. I wanted to watch her cum so I pulled my head back.
With me out of the way Ray leaned in and began pounding Teresa. She curled her legs behind his knees and rested her hands on his massive chest. I didn't have a plan for Ray's unprotected cock.
“You're such a stud,” she exhaled. “I love the way you fuck me. I love getting fucked by you.”
He was trusting faster now and we all knew she was almost there. Ray slipped a hand under her head and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back, exposing her throat. He bit her neck, hard, while slamming his hips against her cunt. That did it.
“Oh, Ray, Baby! You got me there, Honey. Fuck that wet pussy. Ooooohhhh my God! Sweet Christ, YES! Here it is! Here it is! FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!”
Holy Christ I love watching my wife cum on another man's cock. She tossed her head and gripped the sheets in her fists and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and screamed as his cock drove her up into the clouds. I heard them splashing together and knew she was gushing wetness.
Ray swooped on a hard nipple and sucked ferociously and Teresa let out another wail and then Ray drove his hips deep several times and growled and started injecting my lovely bride with his sperm. He'd been holding back, waiting for her to cum first.
I froze. Ray was mixing his seed in with mine. I'd filled her several times over the past few days and yet I suspected with this one orgasm Ray was flooding her with more than me. He moved his hands down to her hips and held her in place while his heavy spear spit blast after blast and then pumped her rapidly until ejaculating again, inseminating her far up in her pussy, past her cervix. I was sure he was shooting directly into her womb. I imagined that fat cock head spewing milk everywhere, semen running down her Fallopian tubes, racing to find her egg.
My Goddamn penis rose to attention.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Ray dropped her body on the bed with a thump, like her had just killed her. Teresa writhed, rubbing her hands all over her skin. I know is some way her climax was still going. Ray's cock, still mostly hard, towered over her between her legs. When she looked down between her knees and saw all those gleaming unprotected inches, it took a moment for her mind and eyes to focus and realization to sink in. She slipped a curious finger down and in and then she knew. Her gaze shot to me.
I looked down. I couldn't face her. I had no explanation. When I looked up again I saw her brain going a million miles an hour. I think she was a little tired of my insecurities changing the rules on her only for me to change them back once I got aroused. She sat up and took Ray's semi-erect penis in the palm of her hand.
“Can you go again, like last time?”
Ray nodded. “I think so. Give me a few minutes. Suck it like you love it.”
She spun on her back until Ray's semi-erect cock was over her face. She pulled it down and stuck it in her mouth. Ray is such a stud in five minutes he was hard. No way he was missing out on fucking Teresa again.
My wife rolled onto her stomach and lifted her hips. With both hands she grabbed her ass and spread herself right at Ray. No man can resist that. Ray walked closer on his knees and took hold of her hips. Seconds later his cock plowed into her again. She was drenched with her own wetness and his massive load and he slid right in all the way to the balls. He turned his back on me just like she had and got to work. From behind, I saw his heavy scrotum swing each time he thrust. I knew hundreds of billions more sperm waited inside.
I knew what was coming; Ray would fuck her as many times as he could and my wife would welcome it. Teresa would get every drop he had. They'd fuck until he couldn't get hard anymore, just like last time.
For lack of something better to do, I stripped and climbed on the bed in front of her. She felt the bed move and opened her eyes, staring first at my erect penis and then my eyes. She smiled but she was more coy than happy.
“You're as bad as me,” she said.
“Yes, I am.”
“We're perfect for each other, Baby. Give me that.”
She slipped my penis into her mouth and cupped my
balls.
“What are we going to do about-”
She popped my dick free. “Not now, Honey,” she interrupted. “We can talk about it later.”
I nodded. That was that. The rest of the night passed exactly as I predicted with only one note of interest; I never came in her pussy. She was eager to suck me while Ray fucked her and I got so excited by the sounds she made I shot into her mouth. I didn't get hard again after that for hours and as soon as she saw my erection she pounced and I once again fell victim to her magic oral skills.
Ray flooded her uterus four times and I can't even tell you how many times my slut wife came. Sometimes it seemed one climax flowed into the next.
Marcy got back around three in the morning, a little drunk, looking sexy in a short black sequined dress and her hair teased big so it framed her face. We dozed between fuck-sessions and she'd slipped in quietly. I kept my eyes slits as she dropped her dress to the carpet. She wore nothing underneath and I admired her pert small breasts and firm ass. I thought she'd head for Ray but she surprised me by lowering her head between Teresa's thighs. Teresa stirred awake and as soon as she realized what was being done to her and by whom, and she wrapped her legs around Marcy's head and rode her mouth. Marcy loved licking her husband's jizz from my wife's tight pussy.
Ray woke up and got so excited he grew almost fully hard again. He turned Teresa to get at her cunt and pushed his cock deep as his wife ate mine. I thought about fucking Marcy but it somehow seemed wrong to me and my instinct told me Ray and Marcy wouldn't go for it anyway, much less Teresa. I sat back and watched the three of them, just like I had on my honeymoon night.
We awoke late morning and had breakfast together at a restaurant downstairs, talking and catching up. This time we made sure to exchange phone numbers and Facebook pages, as Marcy and Ray visited Vegas a few times each year. We then said our goodbyes. I was silent on the ride home, trying to organize my thoughts, and so was Teresa.
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