by Bart Tracer
It wasn’t until she had been gone for well over an hour that she sent me a text that really made me sit up and pay attention. I was sitting on the couch, trying once more to focus on ESPN, when my phone buzzed on the table beside me. I reached for it and found a new text from Jen: “The guys R really flirty. Hands all over me.”
I picked up my phone and tapped out a quick reply: “Sounds hot!”
Fifteen minutes later, my phone buzzed again. Another text from Jenny: “First kiss. SO TURNED ON!!”
First kiss! Fuck! She wasn’t the only one turned on! My cock could have scratched glass, it was so hard! With a grin on my face, I banged out a text: “Hot! Which 1 of them kissed U?”
There was a delay, during which my heart pounded so loudly I could hear it. After what seemed like an eternity, my phone buzzed once more. Her reply was one word: “Both.”
Shit! It felt like my cock was going to break off! Getting a text from your wife telling you that she’s been making out with a guy is intense. Hearing that she’s been making out with two guys is thermonuclear!
I laid the phone back on the table and unzipped my pants, freeing my cock. I’d made myself a promise that I wouldn’t jack off while she was gone. I wanted to save it for her. But this was too intense. I needed to touch myself, if only just a little. I took my dick in hand and slowly stroked up and down the length of my shaft, feeling the prickling excitement radiate through my groin. God, it felt good!
Just as I was starting to get into it, my phone buzzed again. As pleasurable as the sensations coursing through my engorged cock were, I couldn’t resist the chance to find out what new debauchery my wife was up to. I took my hand away from myself and reached for the phone.
“U still sure abt this? U want me 2 go all the way?”
Here it was! Last chance to abort. If I gave her the go-ahead, my wife was about to be fucked by another man! Wait! Earlier, she’d told me that she had kissed both of them. Did that mean…? No, surely not! Although… Fuck! Was Jenny going to have sex with both of them?!
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely type out my reply, but eventually I managed it: “YES! DEFINITELY!” Then, I immediately typed another: “R U going 2 their hotel?”
Her reply was almost instantaneous: “Nope. Coming up to see U!”
Chapter 9
In a panic, I stuffed my cock back into my pants and hastily straightened up the room. I raked the remnants of my supper into the trashcan and picked up my shoes, taking them to the bedroom and putting them away.
Fuck! She was coming back here! Was she bringing both of them, or only one of them? I had no idea. Her text hadn’t included that little detail. The only thing I knew was that she was coming up to our suite and that I was, most likely, going to get to watch her fuck another man!
My head spun. I didn’t know what to do next. Should I make drinks? But for how many people? No. That would have to wait. Should I turn down the bed? No! What kind of crazy fucker prepares the bed so another guy can fuck his wife?! That would make me look like a total weirdo!
I forced myself to sit down and take a deep breath, calming my jumpy nerves. I just needed to relax and let things happen. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing, deeply and slowly. All the same, I can’t say I was really calm when I heard the door lock click.
“At least wait until we get inside! Sheesh! God, you guys are bad!” I heard Jenny giggle as the door opened.
Guys! She distinctly said ‘guys’! So, she had brought both of them back here. I got up to meet them, hoping I didn’t look as rattled as I felt. As I rose, I shifted the front of my pants in an attempt to conceal the boner I’d had all night. I saw Jenny first, coming down the hallway toward me with Scott and Jamaal in tow. Her face was flushed and, when her eyes met mine, there was a fire of arousal burning there.
“Why don’t you guys help yourself to a drink. I need to talk to my husband for a second,” she said, holding out her hand to me.
I nodded to them and took her hand. “Help yourselves,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Jenny practically dragged me into the bedroom and quickly shut the door behind us, then attacked me like a wild animal. Pushing me back against the closed door, she pressed her body against mine, grinding herself on my bulge and tearing at my clothes as she kissed me fiercely. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I tasted a hint of wine.
My hands slid down her slender back and I pulled her skirt up over the twin globes of her perfect little ass. I grabbed a handful of her sweet flesh and felt her moan into my mouth. As I had suspected earlier, she wore no panties.
“Fuck, baby!” she hissed when she came up for air. “Are you as turned on as I am?”
“More, I think!”
“I love how hard you are!” she grinned.
“Because of you!”
She took a deep breath, then said, “So, I know we didn’t talk about this, but I want them both. Please baby? Tell me that’s okay.” I could hear the arousal in her voice, and it made me dizzy with lust.
“Oh fuck, Jenny! God, baby! If that’s what you want!” I ran a finger down the crack of her sexy little ass. “Fuck! A threesome?”
“You’re okay with that?” Her own hand strayed down and rubbed my hard cock through my pants. I could feel the stickiness of my underwear, wet with pre-cum. “You want that too?”
“Yes. I want it. God, you have no idea how much I want it!”
“Mmmm! You want to watch these two young guys do your wife?”
“Oh fuck!” I groaned. “Really?! Watch? You mean they won’t mind?”
“No, Ken. I talked to them about it. What was it Jamaal said? ‘We ain’t shy!’ They’re okay with it, if you are.”
“Yeah. Hell yeah! Wow.”
“I know. Right?” she grinned. Jenny stepped back from me and tugged her skirt back down. She gave me a wink and nodded to the chair next to the bed, “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll go get the guys.”
My ass had barely hit the chair before she was back, dragging Scott and Jamaal through the door just like she had done with me earlier. Scott looked a little embarrassed, but Jamaal was cool as a cucumber.
“Whassup?” he nodded at me. I nodded back, smiling.
Jennifer led them both to the edge of the bed, then turned to Jamaal. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. His hands immediately found her ass and pulled her pelvis against his as they made out. The kiss lasted for about 30 seconds, then she pulled away from him and turned to Scott.
When her lips met Scott’s, Jamaal stepped forward and ground his cock against her ass, kissing the back of her neck while she made out with his friend. Scott’s hands came up to palm her tits, and I heard my wife whimper quietly.
Jamaal took a step back and reached for the zipper of my wife’s miniskirt. With a practiced hand, he eased the zipper down, then hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged the garment down over the flare of her hips, exposing her magnificent ass. When Jamaal released it, the skirt slid down her long legs to the floor, and she stepped out of it, still kissing Scott.
As soon as she did, Scott relinquished her lips, turning her gently around to face Jamaal. He took her arms and raised them above her head and Jamaal stepped forward, grasping the hem of her crop top. He kissed her gently, then eased the fabric up inch by inch, slowly exposing her pale flesh. Jenny ground her bare ass back at Scott, panting in excitement as her little titties popped free. The little strip of hair between her legs showed stark against her white skin.
I groaned quietly to myself, watching these two young men undress my wife. Without a doubt, this was the most intensely erotic thing I had ever seen. It was all of my pent-up fantasies rolled into one. My cock felt like it was on fire, straining against the fabric of my pants, harder than I could remember.
When the shirt cleared her head, Jamaal leaned forward and kissed her once again, then bent his head to suck one of her pert nipples into his mouth. Jenny gasped loudly.
Scott still held her hands firmly above her head, nuzzling and kissing her neck as he restrained her while his friend feasted on her succulent breasts.
There was a coordination to their actions, a kind of practiced choreography that made me suspect that this was not the first time they had shared a woman. They moved in harmony like synchronized swimmers or surgeons well accustomed to working with one another, touching and stimulating my wife, stripping her of her clothing without getting in each other’s way. It was impressive, smooth and beautiful to watch, and it was deeply erotic!
With his friend planting a series of kisses up and down my wife’s long, ivory neck, Jamaal continued to suck and lash at her hard, pink nipples with his tongue for just a moment before rising and stripping the crop top from her slender arms. My eyes followed it to the floor, where it landed in a heap.
When I looked up again, Scott had released her arms and her hands were now busily undoing the buttons on Jamaal’s shirt. Except for her high heels and hoop earrings, she was nude now. Nude and standing between two young men we had only met a couple of days ago!
A flurry of motion behind her drew my eyes. Scott was getting undressed to. I watched as he shrugged out of his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt. He slipped off the deck shoes he was wearing, then stepped out of his jeans and tugged his underwear down.
It was with a mixture of relief and disappointment that I first saw his cock. He wasn’t small. Not by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, he was at least as large as I am, maybe an inch longer. But, he wasn’t huge, either. And while that fact made me feel better about my own endowment, it was not the epic penis I had envisioned for my wife in all of my dirty fantasies. Jamaal’s, I was soon to find out, was a different thing entirely!
It was Jenny who drew my attention back to him. When I heard her gasp and say, “Oh my God!” I tore my eyes away from Scott’s nude form and saw that she had pulled Jamaal’s pants down. The semi-erect monster that tumbled out when she did so was what had caused her outburst. And I had to admit, it was shocking.
Jamaal’s ebony cock was long and thick, with a head the size of a plum. At its base, it was as big around as a soda can and, even in its current state, I would’ve guessed its length to be around 10 or 11 inches. For just a second, my naked wife just stood there motionless, staring down at this massive penis, as if afraid to touch it.
“Go on, girl!” Jamaal’s voice rumbled, breaking the spell. “I know you want to!”
Jenny’s green eyes flashed up to his and I could see that her pupils were dilated with excitement. She licked her lips, then glanced back down. Jamaal brought a big black hand up to her shoulder and gently began to pull downward. She shuddered and her eyes closed. Then, with a whimper, my petite wife slowly sank to her knees before him.
My world exploded as I watched her part her blood red lips and take the huge head of his penis into her mouth. Kneeling before this Nubian love god, my wife looked incredibly tiny and vulnerable. Jamaal’s dark, muscular form towered over her, visually dominating her petite body. With the blood pounding in my ears, I realized I had been holding my breath, and I let it out with a long, loud sigh. Oh my God! Oh my God! My wife was sucking another man’s cock!
Once she had him inside her mouth, Jenny’s hesitation seemed to melt away, and I could almost see her give in to the lust she felt for him. She brought her hands up, encircling his massive organ, sliding back and forth along his shaft, feeling his manly weight. Her small hands looked so white against Jamaal’s dark skin.
She could only fit the first two inches into her mouth, but she didn’t let that stop her. Jenny sucked on the head and planted butterfly kisses along his shaft all the way to the root and back again. His pulsating shaft glistened with her saliva. And her efforts were quickly rewarded. From a fairly impressive, half-hard tube of masculine flesh, Jamaal’s cock grew into a towering, rock-hard pillar, bobbing from his groin like a Roman spear.
Jamaal’s cock was enormous. Huge! I’d seen pictures on the Internet, but this was different! This was ridiculous! Long, thick, and intimidating, with thick veins that crisscrossed its length, his penis looked like it belonged on a mythical beast, a centaur or a minotaur, rather than on a man. Two giant balls hung below it, looking like a pair of billiard balls in a loose leather sack, and I felt an involuntary shudder ran through me as I stared at them. God! His balls were three times the size of mine!
Jenny was fascinated with it. She licked and sucked at him like she wanted to devour his cock, making love to it with her mouth. I watched, awestruck, as she held his shaft up and delved beneath it to kiss his enormous balls. Jamaal groaned with pleasure as her warm tongue bathed his full nuts.
Jenny kissed and licked her way back up his shaft, her hands pumping him as she moved. For a brief instant, the light of the bedside lamp caught the diamond in her wedding ring, causing it to gleam and sparkle, a perverse reminder that this was my wife, not some faceless slut. A shiver of jealous excitement ran down my leg.
Suddenly, Scott was there again, shuffling and from the side, offering his cock to my wife. He was fully erect. Small wonder there! Watching Jenny suck Jamaal would have given anyone a boner! As soon as she saw him, she immediately grasped his shaft with her right hand and pulled him closer, swabbing the plump head of his cock with her tongue and smiling up at him.
“Hi there!” she grinned, blushing. She released her grip on Jamaal and turned to take Scott’s cock in her mouth. She had an easier time with him, bobbing effortlessly up and down his shaft. He wasn’t small, but after Jamaal’s monster cock, he looked almost laughable. To her credit, Jenny seemed to take no notice, sucking him as avidly and energetically as she had Jamaal.
While Jenny saw to his friend, Jamaal took the time to remove his remaining clothes. He glanced at me and grinned, then bent over and grasped Jenny’s slender rib cage in his huge black hands, pulling her to her feet. “Why don’t we get a little more comfortable?” he suggested, steering my wife toward the side of the bed. His big cock slapped against the small of her back as they walked, leaving little streaks of pre-cum on her skin that glistened in the light from the bedside lamp.
Jenny crawled onto the comforter and turned around, taking Jamaal’s big cock back into her mouth. She was a vision, kneeling on all fours on the bed, still wearing her heels, sucking a black cock as big as her forearm. Her ass waggled enticingly in the air and Jamaal smiled at Scott, gesturing with his hand, “Go ahead, man! Get in there!”
Scott didn’t have to be told twice. With an eager smile on his face, he climbed onto the bed behind my wife. He put a hand on each of her white butt cheeks and leaned forward, running his tongue the length of her slit. Jenny whined excitedly around Jamaal’s hard cock and pushed back at Scott, urging him to lick her.
As I watched these two men pleasure my wife, my cock throbbed in my pants. I dared not touch it, for fear of cumming immediately. Instead, I gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, groaning inwardly.
Once he had her good and wet, Scott rose to his knees and shuffled forward behind Jenny’s round ass. I watched with my mouth dry as his erect cock moved into position. Oh God! This was it! This guy was going to fuck my sweet wife! I felt my cock lurch excitedly in my pants and took a deep breath.
If I expected a slow, torturous prelude, I was to be disappointed. Scott grabbed his penis and rubbed the head of it through her slick folds a couple of times to get it wet, then pushed inside her. Two, three short thrusts and his groin met her ass. Once she had taken his entire length, he began to stroke in and out of her solidly, almost brutally. This wasn’t lovemaking, it was fucking. There was no tenderness, no slow buildup. He plunged his cock in and out of my wife with abandon, using her body to get off.
“Oh fuck!” Jen gasped 30 seconds later, letting Jamaal’s turgid weapon slip from her lips. She held his cock against her cheek, her eyes clamped shut, letting the ecstasy wash over her.
When she opened them again, she turned her head and stared directly into m
y eyes, silently mouthing the words, “I love you.” I smiled and nodded at her, but I don’t know if she saw me, because a moment later her eyes were clenched firmly tight once again as Scott pistoned in and out of her.
Scott’s approach may have lacked finesse, it might have been brutal and artless, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t getting to her. Looking at her pretty face, contorted with pleasure, I was surprised to realize that Jenny was rapidly approaching an orgasm. I watched wide-eyed as her body shook under Scott’s assault, the soft white skin of her ass bouncing and rippling each time his hips crashed into hers. Her silky, black ponytail bounced crazily between her straining shoulders.
Jamaal reached beneath her and found a nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his friend pummeled her wet pussy. He, too, could sense her impending climax, and he was determined to help Scott push her over the edge. He looked at him and nodded.
Scott reached forward and grabbed my wife’s ponytail, pulling her head back as he fucked her with all his might. Her back arched backwards, forcing her ass up even more, allowing him even greater penetration. From my vantage point, I could see his balls bouncing off her clit with each thrust.
Jenny’s mouth hung open, gasping for air, frozen in an expression of joy and disbelief. Every sinew in her body was drawn tight as a violin string. I saw it in her eyes. She was close. She was sooo close!
Jamaal gauged it perfectly. He waited until she was panting quickly, clutching his cock beneath her heaving chest. Then, he captured both of her nipples in his big fingers and pinched them hard.
That was all it took. Jenny’s eyes rolled back into her head and she shrieked like a B-movie starlet, screaming out her orgasm as Scott continued to plow her clutching snatch. “Aaaaaaagh! Oooooh my Gawwwwd!” She jerked and twitched, overcome by ecstasy, cumming long and hard.
