by Ben Boswell
“Oh God, I totally forgot. It was supposed to be a surprise,” she said to me, apologetically.
“A wonderful surprise,” Trent said, enthusiastically.
He soaked in her naked body and especially her naked pussy. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, eager with anticipation. His cock was tenting his pants. I could tell he was thinking of nothing more than throwing her onto the bed and plunging his fat cock into her newly shaved snatch.
“Shall I get this kit off?” he said as he began pulling at his shirt.
“No. Not yet,” I croaked out.
His face fell momentarily. He recovered his composure quickly, but I’d registered the change.
He nodded and began pulling Claire toward the bed.
“No. She stays there,” I said, pointing to the spot where she stood in her high-heeled cork sandals. “You come to her.”
“As you wish, director,” he sneered. But he did as I’d ordered, dropping to his knees before her. She looked down at him and then quickly looked away as if embarrassed. She didn’t push him away, but her self-consciousness was suddenly palpable.
He ran his hands up her inner thighs and trailed his thumb along her juicy slit. Her pussy opened up like a flower, pink and shiny inside. He grabbed her ass firmly and began licking her pussy vigorously. Whatever anxiety she’d had melted away.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she grabbed his head, holding him close.
I looked my wife. She was beautiful. Her eyes were closed and her long, lean, naked body seemed to ripple in time with his tongue strokes. The tendons in her neck tensed; her lips were pursed; she was breathing in shallow gasps.
He slipped a finger inside her and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her breath caught and her body shuddered. She was getting close when he altered his approach, now spreading her pussy wide with his hands and licking deep inside. She groaned in pleasure. She began bucking against him, humping his face. He again pressed a finger inside her and attacked her clit.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” she moaned, convulsing in passion.
Her knees seemed to give out and he helped her over to the bed. He laughed, his face glazed with her juices.
“That was a good one, wasn’t it?” he said.
“Mmmm, yeah.”
“Is it my turn now?”
“And how,” she replied, eagerly.
“Not yet,” I interjected. “All in good time. But I think a shaved pussy that pretty deserves a little more attention.”
He stood. The tent in his pants was now crowned with a small wet spot.
“Yes sir,” he said. His tone managed to convey both a willingness to follow my guidance and the cocky self-assurance that whatever the nature of my game, in the end, he’d still be fucking my wife.
I motioned Claire to slide back further onto the bed. She did and spread her legs wide. God, she looked so inviting like that, her snatch wet and pulsating. He crawled up after her and laid between her thighs. He seemed to know she’d be too sensitive for too much immediate attention, so he took it slow, just gently tracing the outline of her lips. Even that was almost too much direct stimulation. I could see that she, too, would have been just as happy to get right to the fucking. But like him, she was willing to follow my instruction.
His fingertips wet with her natural lubrication, he traced circles on her thighs and her belly. He reached up and gently pinched her taut nipples. As she recovered from her orgasm, he probed her slit more directly, sliding two fingers between her lips. She shuddered as his fingertips grazed her clit and again when his digits tickled her anus.
He pressed his face back between her thighs. She jolted, but didn’t push him away, as he resumed eating her out. He was gentler than the first time, mostly teasing her with the tip of his tongue, his fingers rubbing gently rather than thrusting inside her. She began moaning again. I didn’t know if she would come again so soon, but her body was undeniably responding to his expert ministrations.
There was a knock on the door. “Room service!”
Trent looked back over his shoulder. “Would you mind getting that old chap? We’re a bit in the middle of something here.” His tone was sickly sweet and passive aggressive. I chuckled to myself. Hoo boy, when I turn him loose on Claire, he’s going to really take it out on her.
I opened the door partway and just as I did, he did something to her to make her moan loudly. Did he suck on her clit? Press two fingers into her? I didn’t know. But it had its desired effect. The room service waiter craned his neck around me to peek inside. He couldn’t see much, but he could certainly see that there was a naked woman on the bed getting eaten out. I got the champagne and fruit inside and shooed him away, but not before Trent elicited another series of attention-provoking moans and sighs. I blushed as it occurred to me that the waiter would shortly be reporting to his friends that the hot brunette in 2341 was getting eaten out while her husband watched.
I retrieved a towel from the bathroom and poured two glasses of champagne. I handed one to a beaming Claire who propped herself up on some pillows to savor the chilled bubbly. I took a sip from the other glass myself. When Trent looked back for his, I handed him the bottle and the towel.
“How about a vagina mimosa for you?”
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a devotee of food play, but okay,” he replied, gamely.
He wedged the towel beneath her ass and took a swig from the bottle. Then he poured some champagne onto her belly before lapping it up.
“That tickles,” she giggled.
“Blame your hubby,” he replied.
Next he spread her pussy with his fingers and spilled some champagne onto her lower abdomen, letting the chilled liquid flow down between her lips.
“Mmmm” she sighed, followed by a lusty “Oh God” as his tongue lapped up the sparkly. She put down her glass and lay back again.
He poured a little more, this time keeping his mouth on her snatch, drinking the stream after it passed over her clit. He pressed down on her hamstrings, forcing her ass off the bed. He poured a small pool of champagne into her upturned vagina and then sucked it clean, chasing a few stray drops as they rolled down the crack of her ass. When the tip of his tongue contacted her anus, she bucked and growled. Encouraged, he poured a little more champagne into her crack and then licked her ass more forcefully.
She grabbed at the sheets with her hands as she grunted in passion. A bit more champagne and this time as he tongued her ass, he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Claire exploded suddenly, her body twisting back and forth, and her breath coming in ragged gasps as she climaxed violently. As she calmed, he again began to lick her snatch.
“No, enough,” she hissed, pushing him away. “I want some cock.”
I ignored Trent’s smirk and focused on Claire.
“Oh course, darling. But first, have a seat and a piece of fruit. I think you’re going to need your strength.”
She looked from me to Trent, her eyes pausing to take in the bulge in his pants. If I hadn’t been there, he’d have been balls deep inside her by now, with her encouragement. But they were both just doing this for me. This was my fantasy, in theory, and they had to act as if that conceit were real. For some reason, I liked controlling the pace of the encounter, even if, in the end, they would both get what they wanted. Maybe I was hoping he’d baulk and I could kick him out. Or maybe I did like the idea of playing director. The thought of him leaving now sent a tremor of disappointment through me.
She sat further down the bed, naked and a little shaky. I handed her the glass of champagne and a piece of pineapple. I poured and gave Trent a glass as well. The three of us sipped our champagne for a few moments, the only sounds coming from the wind and surf through the open balcony door.
“Ok honey, I think it is time for you to return the favor.”
Trent smiled broadly and began reaching for his shirt.
I stopped him, “No, let her do it.”
He forced a smile as Claire went to work. There is so
mething both unnerving and weirdly erotic about watching your naked wife undressing another man. The awkwardness of it, especially when his arm got tangled in his sleeve, also added a touch of humor. But in the end, when Claire had finished removing his shorts, there she was, nude, on her knees, face-to-face with Trent’s very impressive cock.
It wasn’t huge, not like in pornos, but just above average in all aspects. A little longer than normal perhaps, a bit thicker, a slightly more prominent head, but somehow the whole was greater than the sum of the parts. It was the kind of cock that, as I knew from Annabelle and Claire’s conversation, girls talked about in hushed giggles when other men were not around to get their feelings hurt.
He was already rock hard in anticipation, which surely added to the impression he made. I knew Claire wanted nothing more than to climb aboard and feel that fat tool inside her. But I wanted to see her try to take it in her mouth.
“Go ahead Claire, lick it.”
She leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. He shivered slightly, but his broad smile showed he was enjoying it. I could see her looking up at him as she licked his cock. I could see how much she enjoyed being submissive for him, how much more comfortable she seemed to be on her knees before him rather than looking down at him eating her out.
He was leaking pre-cum and mixed with her spit, his cock gleamed as she continued to lap at his fat shaft.
“Use your hands,” I directed.
Claire nodded and began stroking his cock with both hands, her tongue now mostly circling his bulbous head. I handed her the bottle of champagne. She poured a little on his cock, but without the same valleys and contours as she had, it just spilled off. Still, she licked his shaft with extra enthusiasm as she cleaned him up.
“Put some champagne in your mouth,” he suggested, looking quickly at me to see if he’d overstepped his bounds.
I smiled. “Good idea.”
She took a gulp and tried to lower her mouth on the head of his cock. The champagne spilled out all over his shaft and balls, which she lovingly cleaned up with her tongue. She tried it again, and this time her timing was better; only a little leaked out and for a few moments she suckled on his prick pickled in champagne before pulling off and again licking him clean.
So far she’d just sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. She swallowed his head again.
“You can do better than that,” I encouraged.
Trent nodded approvingly and placing his hand on the back of her head, urged her on. She bobbed up and down, taking a little more of him inside her, but still nothing compared to what Elsa had managed to accommodate.
“Let me help you,” he offered.
He grabbed her head more firmly and began thrusting his cock into her mouth. She placed her hands on his thighs, but didn’t push away, didn’t break eye contact. She was demonstrating that accommodating side of herself that I had never noticed because I had never pushed the envelope.
He was getting maybe half his prick into her mouth now on each thrust, but it was a challenge for her. I could see her lips stretched around his fat shaft, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breath despite his invading cock, her eyes watering. I had the feeling that if Trent kept at it, he might ultimately be able to get it all in, and that Claire would keep at it through it all. I pictured her, red-faced, gagging, tears running down her cheeks. I didn’t want to see that.
“That’s enough,” I said, curtly.
Trent released my wife immediately and she rocked back on her heels, wiping her mouth with her hands. She looked at me expectantly, but even as she did so, I could see her casting glances in the direction of his glistening, rigid tool. I could tell she wanted it, and I knew I’d messed around with them enough.
“Let me see you,” I said as I reached out to lift her to her feet.
I was turned on, certainly, but not fully aroused. I realized that I had emotionally distanced myself from what was happening. That was surely the reason for embracing the role of director. I was afraid of what might happen if I let myself get too excited or too jealous for that matter.
I turned her around so that she was facing me, her ass in Trent’s face. I reached down and ran my hand over her lower abdomen, across the smooth, silky, newly-bare skin, and down into her sticky, swollen snatch. Fucking Trent. He’d been the first man to fuck her since our wedding and was now going to get dibs on her shaved twat. Life was definitely not fair.
I pushed her toward him. He reached out and grabbed her hips to guide her into his lap. Her eyes were glued to mine as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Her eyelids fluttered as he entered her, and once she’d settled down on his cock, a look of pure bliss came across her face. We’d found a use for that “more than a mouthful” after all.
“Make him come,” I ordered.
She nodded and began riding him. Feet on the ground, she rose and fell on his fat prick, slowly at first, but faster and faster. I sat back down in my armchair and watched. I had a perfect view. With her legs spread and her pussy shaved, there was nothing in the way. It was weirdly hypnotic seeing his cock spearing over and over into my wife’s snatch. Even though she was very wet, I could see it was a tight fit, her labia clinging to his shaft each time she rose up.
I had sort of hoped that she’d be able to make him come on her own, without him taking control. But it was not to be. After just a couple of minutes, she was gasping and groaning, her face red, eyes glassy. He’d been cooperating, just resting his hands on her hips, helping guide her, but he knew she was his. He moved his hand up, across her belly and cupped her breast, letting her hard nipple slide between his fingertips. He moved his other hand across her abdomen and down toward her slit. When he touched her clit, she let out a feral growl. She gasped and shook, and he thrust upward into her just to make sure there was no turning back. Her eyes rolled into her head as she came hard, then collapsed, supine, in his lap, leaning back against his strong body as he tenderly kissed her neck.
He churned his cock slowly into her, his hands continuing to roam over her body. He was handling her more firmly now, gradually taking control. He looked at me and inclined his head. May I?
I nodded in response. “I still want to see her face.”
He pulled her back onto the bed and positioned her on her hands and knees, facing me. He moved behind her and grabbed her hips, holding her in place. Then he entered her again with one long, hard stroke. Claire’s eyes went wide and she gasped. Then as he pulled out slowly, slowly, she let out a long, low sigh. She gave me a small, reassuring smile as if to say that whatever was happening, she would still always be mine.
But I knew better. I’d seen him do this to Elsa, so I knew what was coming next. Another hard, powerful thrust. She gasped again, louder this time. Again and again. He paused for a moment, and she gasped for breath.
“Oh God,” she sighed as he resumed his pounding. She dropped her head as if it was too much effort to look at me while also accommodating him. Trent grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back.
“Look at him, darling,” he ordered.
She lifted her eyes to me and tried to focus, but he was now hammering her roughly, so roughly that her eyes seemed to glaze and I knew she was concentrating on nothing other than his big prick invading her over and over. She was grunting louder now, her staccato exclamations alternating with the sound of slapping flesh.
He paused again. I looked up at him. He gave me what I imagined he thought was a friendly smile, but he couldn’t disguise his real sentiment. Watch how a real man fucks your woman. Or maybe that was just my insecurities talking.
He held up his other hand. “Can I put my thumb in your wife’s bum?”
Who doesn’t like an occasional finger in the butt? I nodded affirmatively.
He slid his fat cock from her pussy, eliciting a heartbreaking sigh. Then he ran his thumb up and down her wet slit until it was well coated. With firm pressure, he pushed his thumb into her ass. Her sensuous moan t
urning to a high-pitched squeal as he hammered his cock back into her.
And now I knew she was completely lost to me, at least for now. She closed her eyes and I let her, content to see her face contorting with pleasure as he used her. Her squeals got louder and higher. She was loud enough that I knew people could hear from through the open balcony door, but I didn’t care. Seeing her so lost in passion was weirdly beautiful.
When she came it was with a low, vaguely anticlimactic moan. She seemed to collapse, not all at once, but slowly, as if her bones were progressively turning to putty. She ended up face down, flat on the bed. He followed her down, sliding his thumb from her ass and seizing her upper arms. He continued to fuck her forcefully, almost as if he were trying to drive her straight through the mattress.
And then, when he’d possessed her completely, when all that was left was a docile repository for his invading member, only then did he come, filling her with his seed. When he finished, he rolled off her and lay face up on the bed, gasping as well.
“Blimey, that was fucking brilliant,” he sighed, as much to himself as anyone else.
Claire slowly roused herself and looked up at me. She was sweaty and red-faced, but smiling and obviously happy. She crawled off the bed and crouched down beside me while Trent excused himself to go to the bathroom.
“You okay? Did you have fun?” she asked.
I chuckled. “I know you did.”
“You didn’t answer me,” she insisted.
“I did. And I’m glad you did too.”
She smiled.
“I think I’ve had enough, though,” I added.
Her face fell. “Oh, okay.”
I laughed. “God Claire, he does turn you into a nympho, doesn’t he?”
She looked away.
“It’s okay,” I continued. “It sort of turns me on. Anyway, just because I’ve had enough doesn’t mean you can’t –“
“Oh no, John, I couldn’t.”
“You’re not really going to make me talk you into it, are you?” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun.”
