(The dog, it turned out, was very friendly).
All of this, churning in his stomach, and a hard-on. An incredibly painful erection that seemed to have gone on for hours.
After exploring, as she put it, the options at hotels and motels, and the station, Rachel had concluded that the best idea was for Josh to get his watching-fix in their own home. The had toured the house together, in an odd twilight, opening doors and trying out nooks and crannies by stuffing Josh inside of them. In the end, they had concluded that the simplest solution was for Josh to sit comfortably in the closet. They could remove the doorknob.
Rachel had removed it, in fact. Matter-of-factly, she had gone to the hall closet, located a power screwdriver, and drilled it out of the door. Josh had stared at her, leaning over in her Saturday skin-tight jeans, her white t-shirt drooping to reveal her breasts swinging free without a bra. Then she had put her hand on her hip, and dropped the knob into his hand. “No problem. See?”
She crinkled her nose. The gesture struck Josh as utterly absurd. Here she was, acting like no one he knew or had ever known, and crinkling her nose as though everything was normal.
“Josh. You still want to do this, right?”
And here was the thing. She was saying all the right things. She was asking all the right questions. But her voice had a certain edge to it. A certain...god, what was it? Taunting? Daring? Confidence? Perhaps a tone that made him feel as though he could say no, but she would probably do it anyway. She would fuck Xavier anyway, right in their bed.
And so what else could he do? Here he was, sitting in his closet.
He couldn't lie to himself: the air tasted sweet, he was tingling from head to toe with excitement. His cock was squeezing the sexual equivalent of heroin into his bloodstream with every anticipatory thought. He was finally going to see what he wanted to see, comfortably, and not through a camera lens or with the fear of being caught ruining the moment.
He was only further excited by Rachel's not knowing that he had seen her in action when she was unaware he was watching. She would be thinking this was the first time Josh would see her with his own two eyes. Josh couldn't help but indulge in the painful fantasy that perhaps she would do something completely different now that she knew he was watching, thus revealing some kind of physical or emotional betrayal. One that he would never be able to confront.
Why on earth, he wondered, would he be as turned on by that idea as he was repulsed?
Rachel had done him the favor of sending him a text when she neared the house, so he didn't have to spend his whole afternoon watching the street. He did it anyway, but it was a nice gesture of hers. He had taken off work to be here, to wait for his wife to come home with her lover. The absurdity should have made him laugh, but it didn't.
He heard the door unlock. The old Victorian they had bought creaked and groaned to life as Xavier and Rachel entered. Otherwise, they were silent. Josh sat in the darkness of the closet, listening to their bodies moving through the house. No voices. Their movements were uneven, as though they were tripping and falling.
But he knew the truth. They were locked at the lips, and stumbling down the hall as they peeled each other's clothing away. He sucked in his breath. What would they look like by the time they got into the bedroom?
He was hoping he would get to see Xavier take his wife's clothing off. He had imagined it so many times.
Another thump, right next to his ear where the closet hall was next to the hallway. Josh's stomach turned sharply and he felt as though he might actually throw up for a moment. He leaned on his knees, over his lap, and peered into the hole of the doorknob.
Rachel first. Still clothed, but with her cream-colored blouse open. A new bra of rich silk satin embroidery, which Josh had never seen before, climbed like vines over her creamy breasts. Xavier's hand came into view, and he slid her blouse away.
Xavier's other hand went between her legs, pushing up the tight-fitting black skirt as he did. Josh was surprised to see that Rachel was wearing thigh-high stockings that ended in a thick lace band mid-thigh. Also creamy white. Almost like something a bride would wear.
He heard Xavier chuckle. “Rachel Elliot,” he growled. His hand had found something, and Josh knew what it was.
All that fancy lingerie, and his wife wasn't wearing any panties.
“Did you record your segment like this?”
Josh watched his wife smile only to give her assent.
He closed his eyes and savored the image for a moment. His wife, delivering her ultra-cute human interest stories, her blouse pressed and professional, her skirt neatly wrapping up her cute tush and covering her to just above her knee. Perfectly G-rated for the family-oriented KRTV 5 o'clock news.
Standing there looking wholesome, and not wearing a scrap of underwear.
Josh opened his eyes.
Rachel's skirt was bunched up at her waist now, and Xavier had his fingers between her legs. Deep. Josh knew his fingers were inside of her. He wondered how wet she was for him. How wet did his wife get before she had sex with this man?
A sticky sound answered his question.
Xavier used his hand, almost as though Rachel were a puppet, to toss her onto the bed. She spread her legs open as she fell, and Josh saw that Xavier had buried three of his large fingers inside of her. Rachel reached up with two hands and stroked his ebony arm. She bucked beneath him, trying to get him deeper inside of her.
Xavier fucked her with his hand for a while, and Rachel spread her legs wider and wider. She reached down for her ankles and held her legs open. Josh couldn't tell if she was doing this for him, or if it was merely for herself. She seemed lost to a wild animal that was inside her. She twisted her head back and forth on the sheets. Airy gasps came from her mouth at random intervals, and Josh could see that her stomach was rippling as her whole body strained to reach her oncoming orgasm.
Xavier pressed his thumb against her clit. He was kneeling on the bed now, looking down at her. He was wearing only boxers, though, and the front of them were pressed outward by his enormous cock.
Rachel was very close, Josh could tell, when Xavier slowed the rhythm of his hand, and then slowly withdrew from her cunt. Rachel let out a garbled cry of disappointment, and lifted her head to look at him. She still held her legs open wide, and Josh could see that her pussy was already redder. The whole of it, and the sides of her thighs, were slick with her juices.
Xavier was sliding his boxers down. His cock sprang loose.
It was long, but the most impressive feature of it was how thick it was. Though he had seen it before, Josh was much closer now. He could see the bumpy surface of it, covered with the thick veins that worked so hard to service this tremendous organ. The skin of it was a chocolate purple, smooth as though he were made of something other than flesh. But when the fat member twitched in the air, it was all far too horribly clear: this was a man, of hot flesh and blood, and he was about to sink his fat cock into one of his wife's pulsing, wet holes.
Which one would it be?
Josh knew his wife would let Xavier do nearly anything to her, and so as the man knelt poised over his wife, even if it was only for a few seconds, the torture of waiting to see what he would do next was delicious. Josh's cock was throbbing.
Rachel reached out and grasped Xavier's cock. She took it with both hands. Josh shivered as she swept her eyes quickly, but very deliberately, to the hole of the closet door, where she knew her husband was watching her. It was the briefest of glances, but as she did it she turned her mouth up in smile.
The gesture sizzled through him. Her inclusion of him in this moment, however strange it may have seemed, squeezed him tightly in his heart.
But her eyes were back to Xavier almost immediately. Josh wiped a droplet of sweat from his brow as his wife pulled Xavier toward him, toward her waiting, dripping pussy, and rubbed the head of his cock over her swollen clit.
She tried to pull his cock inside of her, and she lifted her hips to im
pale herself on him. Xavier used one large paw to push her down. His hand practically covered her entire collarbone. “Don't get greedy,” he growled. With his other hand he took his cock, pushing her fingers away. “Hold your legs open for me.”
Rachel obeyed with a stunning display of submission. She reclined on the bed and spread her legs open so that Xavier could take the fat head of his cock and slide it over her clit.
It was, at least, what Josh assumed he was doing. The organ was so large it obscured her pussy completely.
Rachel twisted on the bed, and her breathing changed from rapid puffs to hyper squeaks. Her body started to harden again, and her feet flapped wildly in the air. “Don't stop,” she begged him. “Oh god, please. Don't stop.”
“Now that depends,” Josh heard Xavier growl. The movement of his cock over Rachel's cunt slowed and Rachel moaned in protest. “Are you going to be a very dirty girl for me?”
“Yes,” Rachel answered without hesitation. Josh's stomach flopped. His cock felt like it would burst open.
Xavier leaned his head to one side. The answer was not good enough, and he paused, his cock still in his hand. He started to stroke himself, and Josh watched Rachel's face as she looked at his cock hungrily.
This was an expression so wild, so primal, that Josh almost could not believe it. He blinked to make sure he hadn't drifted off into a dream. His wife – or rather, the woman on the bed who looked like his wife but was nothing like her – panted, desperately:
“I'll be a good, dirty girl, I promise.”
Xavier rubbed her clit. He started slow, and then he built momentum. Rachel disintegrated again, falling backward and spasming on the bed until her body appeared to freeze while she screamed at the ceiling.
But before she could even cease shuddering from the orgasm that had sent cum oozing from her cunt, Xavier had his hands on her thighs and was sliding her between his legs, down to the edge of the bed.
Her body slid onto the floor and crumpled. She was still reeling from her climax. Her back was still slung across the edge of the bed.
The interaction between the two of them had suddenly taken on some kind of change. Rachel seemed to be no more than a limp doll, and it was very apparent that Xavier was far from done with her.
Rachel seemed to recover a little. She looked up at Xavier. And then she opened her mouth.
Xavier rubbed his cock along her lips, coating them with the sheen of her own juices. Rachel pressed her lips together with a smack, but opened again quickly to take the tip of Xavier's cock in her mouth.
The scene was obscene: Xavier was now kneeling on the edge of the bed, pushing his enormous cock downward toward Rachel's mouth. The full thickness of it almost blocked out the entire space between his legs.
He pulled Rachel's head up, and Josh watched the black column disappear into his wife's mouth. Her lips spread open to pencil-thin lines, and she took him bravely further and further.
He could have easily fucked her throat, but he seemed to prefer to hold her head in his hand and jerk it up and down on his shaft.
And then it became apparent: he was merely cradling her head, but Rachel was the one who was bobbing up and down to suck on his dick.
The sound of her swallowing his cock crackled in the air. Gurgling, splattering, popping sounds that only got wetter with every long draw she took of his dick. With each bob over his member, he sunk further and further into her throat, until his balls rested on her chin. Josh's eyes fell to her neck, and he almost tipped over the edge, there in the closet with even touching his cock, because the bulge of Xavier's cock moved beneath her flesh as though she had swallowed an apple.
It was the most hardcore thing he had ever seen, really.
And it was his wife doing it.
How long would this go on? he wondered. Xavier's purple-black balls spread out against his wife's chin, nearly to her throat, as he plunged deep into her and held her head to his pelvis.
He released her, but only after what seemed like an eternity. When the final inches of his cock slid from inside of her, Josh's wife let her eyes fall, again briefly, to where Josh was watching. Her mascara was streaked and her eyes watering. Her lips were wet and a silver string of saliva hung like a curtain rope between her lips and Xavier's erect cock.
She winked.
Did she just wink?
Josh had no time to think about it, and no time to consider what it might mean that his wife had made this strange gesture (she never winked), because Xavier was now tugging at her hair and pulling her by the arm to get her onto the bed again.
He watched as his wife turned and arranged herself on all fours. There was a quality to her movements that seemed foreign to Josh. There was something slinky, almost trashy, about the way she propped herself up. The way her limbs moved in fluid, feline movements. The way she arched her back and displayed her ass. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at Xavier. She ran her tongue along her top lip. Gone was the Rachel of clumsy movements that made her “adorable.” There was nothing “cute” about this Rachel. She was a filthy, dirty slut.
It was hot as fuck. Josh slid his boxers down, and then opened and closed his hand in a fist. He should wait. He should wait to touch himself. This could last a long time.
Xavier was using his cock now to draw shiny pearls of Rachel's cum from her engorged pussy to her asshole. He held her left buttock in one hand, to spread her open, conveniently giving Josh as perfect view of what he was doing to her. Rachel watched him over her shoulder, or more appropriately, watched his cock with that same animal look as before.
The size of his cock seemed suddenly absurd, now that he pressed the tip of it against Rachel's tiny ass. There was no way that was going to actually fit, Josh thought.
And yet she claimed it had.
And yet she seemed to be bucking backward, against his cock, asking him with her body to give her what she wanted.
Xavier dipped his cock inside of her cunt. Josh could see how it stretched her, seemingly to her limits, but she was so wet that he glided into her tight hole with little trouble. He fucked her a few times, and Rachel's mouth opened in pleasure. But it was clear that she wanted something else. She was wriggling obscenely, asking for a different kind of stuffing...
God. Josh tried to stop his own thoughts from getting filthier by the second. His wife was being such a pornographic slut he could scarcely breathe, let alone know how to feel about it.
The black flesh of Xavier's cock grew slicker and slicker as he moved in and out of Rachel’s strained cunt, but after only a few thrusts he edged his hips backward. Rachel continued to pump against him, craving more, but he slowly moved away from her until his cock slid from inside of her.
His dick was so hard that it was pointing straight out from him, in spite of its size.
“Please,” Rachel said. “Please, I want to take your cock in my ass.”
“You do, don't you?” Xavier said. “Because you're a dirty little slut.”
Josh was shocked by Rachel's reaction to this, which was to smile back at Xavier.
But then she seemed to be overtaken by another idea. Her eyes moved back to where Josh was, and with the smile still on her face, she stared long and hard at the door. Her expression absorbed his attention so much that Josh missed it as Xavier pressed inside of her.
Rachel's face suddenly changed, and she screamed. The scream had a special quality to it, of both intense pleasure and pain, and Josh's eyes darted to her asshole. It was already stretched open by Xavier's cock, and now his thick meat was disappearing slowly, slowly, an inch at a time, into her ass.
Josh's eyes moved frantically between this incredible sight, and Rachel's face. Her mouth seemed to open like her ass, wider and wider. No sound came out, but the shape of her mouth was not one of shock, rather, pleasured disbelief. Satisfaction.
Josh didn't dare to touch his own cock, even though it pulsed hotly for him to do so.
The base of Xavier's cock finall
y reached Rachel's ass, and she turned her head toward the headboard when it did. Her feet twisted, and for a moment Xavier held her like this, full of his cock, writhing in her pleasurable agony.
Then he began to fuck her.
Rachel remained on her hands and knees for the first few thrusts. Sounds came from her open mouth, fucked out of her by Xavier's hard thrusts. Then she fell to the bed, her chest against the sheets, her hands curled loosely in front of her face. Her ass was still in the air, taking Xavier's cock, and he continued to slam into her. She seemed to lose herself so much in the moment that she was melting into the sheets. Her body slid upward until her head was banging lightly into the headboard. Her expression was now distant: Rachel was outside of this room, this planet.
“I'm about to fuck this ass full of cum,” Xavier groaned.
He slid his hand around her stomach and down toward her cunt. Rachel's legs parted more, and then even more, so that she was stretched wide open. Then, as Xavier's fingers struck her clit, she spasmed. Her whole body began to twist, even though she was also immobilized in Xavier's firm grip.
She placed her face in the pillow, and started to scream into it. She came, and her whole body thrashed against the bed and against the force of Xavier's grip. He reached for her ankles, and pushed them up. Then he held her feet like handlebars and drove himself into her.
In and went his black cock, until finally, with a loud yell, he dumped his seed inside Rachel. He thrust into her so hard that she skidded into the headboard and had to arch her back and climb up the wood to keep from being crushed.
They remained in this contorted position for a moment, panting.
Then Josh heard it, distinctly:
Rachel's low laugh. She draped her arm across the narrow top of the headboard and turned so that Josh could see her smile. She lifted her eyes, and they were on the door when she said: “That was so good.”
The words were uttered in her must sultry, voice, her accent dripping with her Australian vowels.
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