by Bridy McAvoy
“It’s all ready, sweetheart. It might be bigger than you’ve had before, it is for most of the women he’d fucked in his life but you can take it, especially if you’re already wet and you are, aren’t you?”
Owen’s crude words surprisingly reduced Leah’s struggles and I was spellbound watching the action unfold in front of me. As Stan pushed further and further into her I could see Leah’s reactions change. Her body began to writhe between them and I realised she was experiencing at least a small orgasm as they both pushed their thick erections into her. The movements obviously excited Stan even further and he began to push even more.
“Tight?”
“Tightest I’ve had in a while. I can feel her muscles as they stretch around me.”
They were talking about Leah, over her head, as if she couldn’t hear them. I could see she reacted to this confirmation of the two of them using her. Involuntarily my arm tightened around the live version of my wife sitting next to me. Her hand slid across to my crutch and began to massage my rock hard dick through my jeans.
“You ready to continue?”
“Yeah. I want to really ream this tight lady out.”
“She’s no lady. She’s our slut for this morning. Aren’t you, Leah? Ready to do anything we ask or tell you to do. She loves to be told what to do, don’t you, Leah?”
It took an age for Stan to actually push his monster all the way into my wife, and I could see Leah was conflicted between two warring emotions. There was clearly some element of pain involved but there was a great deal of pleasure too. Her body began to rock to and fro between them as they began to establish a rhythm, Stan pulling out as Owen pushed into her mouth, then Owen pulling back as Stan thrust into her pussy.
After not very long of this kind of treatment it was as obvious to me watching as it must have been to both of them that Leah was cumming. She couldn’t vocalise her pleasure with Owen filling her mouth but there were muffled grunts as she shook and writhed between them. I looked closely at her face on screen and suddenly realised Owen was in deep, far deeper than he should be.
“My God, you’re taking him down your throat!”
Next to me Leah nodded and gripped my cock in her slim hand. On screen that realisation must have hit her hard because she suddenly flipped into another orgasm before the final shock waves of the first one had subsided.
“I can’t last much longer…she’s deep throating me…it’s fucking incredible.”
“Me neither…Owen…I can’t take much more.”
Stan was plunging into her so hard now that her knees were lifting clear off the floor and she was almost being bounced around between the two of them like a rag doll. A continuously cumming rag doll as the orgasm continued to roll through her.
“I’m there…”
Leah leaned forward and pressed the stop button.
****
Leah stayed sitting forward, rather than in the comfortable nest my arm and several cushions had made for her. She half turned and looked at me. Instantly I could see the vulnerability was back, and I knew why. For the first time in my life I’d just seen my wife with two different men at the same time, working her over, seducing and stripping her, then double-teaming her. Not only that, but one of them had a much larger dick than I did. It was also obvious from that sequence she’d had a couple of orgasms whilst impaled on it, one of which was spectacularly large. I held my finger to my lips to quell the obvious question before it came. Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and this was one of those times. I held out my arms in a gesture she couldn’t misinterpret. A moment later she was inside my embrace, sitting on my lap hugging me. Quite how she managed to move like that and that fast I had no idea, but she had and she was there and that was all that mattered to both of us for that precious second.
I hugged her to me and she hugged me to her. I’m surprised we didn’t squeeze all the air out of both sets of lungs and we eventually had to come up for air. She lifted her face and looked at me.
“Aren’t you going to ask me?”
I smiled at her. “Ask you what?”
“Did I enjoy it?”
I could see the way her breath caught in her throat that my answer was crucially important to her and that hesitation was even more dangerous than a wrong answer.
“I don’t need to be told the answer to that question, I could see you enjoyed it, sweetie, but you’re here with me now and that matters more to me than anything else. If you hadn’t been prepared to risk me seeing that you’d have managed to delete the recordings, accidentally on purpose, like.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
She made as if to slap my face for even daring to suggest she would do so, but my smile disarmed her, literally, and she stopped the backswing before it had even really begun.
“Besides…”
“Besides what, Leo?”
“I might have enjoyed watching that, but there’s something else I want to do now.”
She smiled coyly but still asked the question. “What might that be, my lord?”
I chuckled and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Give you a couple of those kind of orgasms myself!”
I felt her shiver at the prospect and knew I’d managed to banish that inner demon of hers, for a while at least. She gazed up into my eyes as my lips descended on hers. When they met she returned the kiss hungrily, lifting her arms to entwine them around my neck and hug our faces together, twisting on my lap to allow both of us more comfort and for that matter more access as things progressed.
My tongue darted between her teeth, met her tongue coming the other way and we fenced for a while. My right hand moved from behind her back to drape casually across her upper thigh, still on the outside. She almost purred into my mouth, as I slowly started to rub her thigh. We broke the kiss and she stretched and arched her back, provocatively offering her neck to me. Not being one to refuse, I started to kiss it fleetingly, gently, raining a hundred tiny kisses all over her exposed throat and neck. Leah purred for real this time as my onslaught continued, my hand now finding the hem of her dress and starting to push it up over her stocking to allow me access to naked flesh. My finger tips found the lace at the top and then their goal – the smooth skin of her thigh. The purr became a moan and she literally wiggled in my lap.
She kept one hand wrapped around my neck as she lowered her head to kiss me once more, the other hand dropping to my chest between our bodies and she started to deftly undo the buttons on the shirt. After a minute of this, during which my hand had advanced onto the top of her thigh just above the stocking top, I broke the kiss.
“Getting a bit ahead of yourself, aren’t you?”
She grinned and dropped her face to nuzzle my neck just below the ear, something I was a sucker for, every time!
“No…just ready…for you…”
Leah breathed her response into my ear as her hand completed the process and reached inside the opened shirt to caress my chest. Wantonly she shifted on my lap again, allowing herself the space to let her left leg drift away from its partner, providing me some access to the treasure within. My hand slowly slid down the curve of the inside of her thigh and she languidly stretched her leg out away from me to allow better access. My hand slid further, and further, deliberately teasing her by approaching what I knew was going to be her unprotected slit. She’d worn no panties in the film so logic dictated she wouldn’t be wearing any here and now either.
My finger tips reached the junction between her legs and brushed gently across her pussy lips. They were already damp and she sighed in appreciation of the feather light touch.
“That feels so good…”
She snuggled her upper body against one side of my chest as her hand roamed over the other half, her legs parting even further as she started another passionate kiss. My finger tip was running up and down the length of her slit, slowly increasing the pressure to get her labia to part for me and allow access to the hot, wet pinkness in between. She groaned in
to my mouth as we both felt my finger slip between those lips.
As I slowly withdrew the tip of my finger from her warm cavity, I could feel her body almost convulse as she tried to thrust her hips forward to retain it. Unfortunately for her our relative positions and the friction between our clothing prevented the movement. For a fleeting moment I wondered if she would be looser down there now, having been stretched. Quickly, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, not prepared to break the feeling of the moment as we both continued to enjoy our joint exploration of each other’s bodies. Sometimes when we were both in this kind of mood, this phase could last for hours and hours, but somehow I expected Leah didn’t have the patience for that tonight.
My finger advanced again, this time sinking into her knuckle deep and again she desperately tried to thrust her hips forward to retain it as I slowly pulled it back out of her pussy.
“Bugger this!”
Leah rarely swore but her words conveyed her impatience with the slow building fire. She wanted more and she wanted it now. Gently she disengaged her arm from around my neck and arched her back to pull it clear of my supporting hand. There was a glint in her eye as she slowly and deliberately slid off my lap to the floor at my feet. I could see the dress had caught on my hand on the way down and was now bunched around her waist, leaving her naked except for the stockings that had now become almost a constant item when she was dressed. Her hands moved to my lap and quickly pulled my fly back down. I hadn’t bothered to do the button up after our last little session and it was the work of a moment to free my cock from its imprisonment. She slowly rose to her feet, holding the dress up to her waist and put one knee on the couch between me and the arm. I moved my hands to her hips to support her and she smiled, almost knowingly, as she swung her other knee to the couch on the open side.
It didn’t take a mastermind to realise what she wanted to do and I gently pulled her hips toward me as she shuffled across my knees into the position she was aiming for. Her warm, wet pussy brushed against my waiting mast and it throbbed in response. She sighed and placed one hand on my shoulder as she reached between us with the other to grasp it and then raised herself to align it with its target.
Slowly she lowered herself down and forward so that her pussy swallowed the end. As soon as it was in place she brought her hand back from its position holding it and sank down slightly further. I knew she was in control and that was what she wanted right at that moment so I let her control the speed and depth of the penetration. Her hands linked behind my neck and I gazed into her half closed eyes, heavy with lust, and her open mouth as she continued to engulf my cock. She was warm and ready, if anything more than ready as she slowly sank down onto my lap. She’d somehow pulled the two halves of my shirt apart and I could feel her hard nipples pushing against my chest through the thin fabric of the cocktail dress. Finally her ass touched my legs and she sighed again, having successfully taken my length into her.
I closed my eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation as her tight pussy held me immobile. Tight! Thank God she was still tight! I desperately tried to keep that particular thought from showing on my face and when she didn’t react I guessed I’d succeeded.
She clung on to me as she slowly began to lift herself up again. I could feel her chest rising and falling as she panted for breath and I could see the passion distorting her face as she began to moan. I kept my hands on her hips, taking some of her weight. The couch cushions were a trifle soft for this position, so I helped to maintain her balance. As she slowly sank back down again I could feel her entire body shiver and shake. I checked her face closely, concern etching my own, but I could see there was nothing to worry about. Yes, her face was contorted, but it was from passion. Her entire visage was a straight picture of desire being fulfilled. Her eyes here half closed, heavy lidded, her mouth open, panting for breath. Her cheeks glowed and her nostrils flared. Mewling sounds, combined with a soft grunt every time she reached the bottom of her stroke, followed each other from her open mouth. She was a pure vision of erotic joy. As she continued to thrust up and down, still moving slowly, she began to move her ass sensuously in a corkscrew fashion, turning one way and the other as she settled back down. The lift was straight up but the downward pass was generating an incredible amount of pleasure for both of us.
I tried to stay still, to let her control the entire process, guessing this was what she wanted but it would have taken an inhuman effort. The trembling became more and more pronounced as she continued to ride, the moans and purrs and grunts becoming louder and louder. Sweat beaded on her forehead and then began to roll down the mask of passion that had replaced her face.
Each time her ass descended toward me, pushing her slick channel down along my penis and engulfing it, I thrust my hips up from the seat to meet her. She still somehow kept everything moving in slow time, nothing fast and furious, just a concentrated slow rise and fall as she alternatively lifted herself partway off and then impaled herself on my cock. Her breathing was becoming even more laboured, her face a mask of concentrated passion as she continued the controlled movements. I could sense she was getting close and on her next upward stroke I moved my hands from her hips to the fleshy globes of her ass and dug my fingers into them as she sank back down, still somehow moving from side to side and back to front as she did so. The added stimulation of me squeezing her ass was enough and she froze at the bottom of the stroke. My fingers were like claws but she still put all her weight down onto them, trapping my hands between us.
Her body shuddered in ecstasy and she grunted and groaned with the passion sweeping through her. I’d seen on the screen what I thought had been her most powerful orgasm ever, but what she was going through on my lap was far, far stronger than that. She hugged me convulsively, burying her head in my neck as the waves ran through her. The muscles in her vagina pulsed and pulled at me as if she was trying to milk me of my own orgasm and I wasn’t even close. I lost track of time as my wife, impaled as she was, ground and groaned and shuddered on top of me. Finally she relaxed. The orgasm must have lasted at least a full two minutes.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, surprised to find I was breathless, even though I’d hardly done anything. She opened her eyes and smiled weakly at me, helpless in the afterglow of her passion.
“Wow, indeed!”
After a couple of moments she spoke again. “Did you?”
I shook my head and she smiled, sexy this time.
“We’ll have to do something about that, I guess.”
I smiled back at her and before she could say or do anything to stop me, I pushed myself to an upright sitting position. Still impaled inside of her I managed to half turn and half roll until she was pinned to the couch with me on top. She grunted a couple of times but didn’t object as I took control of the action. She straightened her legs, slowly brought them down to wrap around my ass and hold me in place. My hands came free from under her ass and slowly moved up her flanks. Unlike the green one I’d just watched the two men strip her out of, the black one she was wearing had tiny spaghetti straps so freeing her breasts for my hungry mouth was going to be much harder than it had been for our neighbour.
My hands reached between her back and the soft cushions and realising what I was doing she arched her back to allow me to reach the zip. Pulling the tab down only took a few moments and the looser fabric across her bust would now pull down to provide the access I wanted. Pulling the straps onto her arms and then jerking the dress down to free her hard nipples took virtually no time either, then I lowered my head to one of the inviting little nubs. She gasped as I engulfed it in my mouth, grazing the tip with my teeth as I did so. Further down I started to move too, for the first time beginning to pump in and out of her, establishing a steady rhythm which was somewhat faster than the one Leah set when she’d been on top. Her heels locked together behind my ass and each time I thrust forward she pushed with me, driving me as deep as possible into her.
She was already so wet from her o
wn arousal and recent orgasm there were sound effects, her pussy slurping at me as I increased the tempo. She suddenly giggled and I raised my head from her breast and looked at her.
She grinned down at me. “The cameras.”
“What?”
“I’m glad the cameras are off. Listening to that through the speakers would be so embarrassing.”
I smiled too, but had other things on my mind. It was obvious she was drained from her early orgasm and nowhere close to another and I was getting too close to wait for her. Leah sensed the conflict this produced in me and spoke again.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me. I need to feel you come. Please, Leo, come for me.”
She was almost crooning the words and I couldn’t hold back. My hips began to pump furiously and I felt her legs slide even higher up onto my back as she opened herself for the deepest penetration possible. I started slamming into her, with deeper, more powerful strokes and I felt her hips lift to receive me with each thrust. Finally there was no holding back and I blasted her vagina with my cum, shot after shot painting her insides.
A minute or so later she lowered her legs back to the couch on either side of me, breathing heavily but clearly not having achieved another release. I started to kiss her breasts again, and Leah, knowing I was about to try to get her off as well, pushed me away.
“Later, darling. Let me up now.”
I reluctantly pulled out of her and dropped to my knees as she struggled to sit up in front of me. I moved to the side and she rose to her feet, heading for the washroom.
“Five minutes, hon.”
I assumed she wanted to clean up but as ever Leah surprised me. She reappeared wearing a lace nightie. I could clearly see through the near transparent sections she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Wait and see, honey. Please wait and see.”
“How many other outfits have you got hidden in there? How many more times did they double team you?”
“You’ll find out later.”
