by Jason Lenov
She was breathing a little heavier than when she'd left. Her blue eyes were wide, like she'd seen some part of the world, some part of life she couldn't believe existed. She scanned the room before turning towards me. She put a hand on my arm. Her palm was warm and a little sweaty. I thought I smelled arousal between her legs.
"Mark," she said, staring deep into my eyes.
"Yes?"
"That was incredibly hot!"
Chapter 2
I'm standing at the door, waiting. Keira's already in the bedroom upstairs. She wants me to be the one to answer the door. She wants me to be the one who brings her new lover up to her. I'm nervous. It's the first time we've done this with someone we don't know. We found him on a personals site. We messaged back and forth a few times before we got the feel that he seemed like an okay guy. It's all very formal. Business-like, almost. I'm nervous, though. I don't know what to expect. When the doorbell rings, I jump.
"Hey," I say, having a hard time looking him in the eye.
"Hey. You Mark?"
"Yeah." I reach out and shake his hand. "You must be Derek."
He nods.
I smile and wave him inside. There's a moment of awkward silence as I close the door. "She's...um, she's upstairs."
He looks at me and nods.
I let out an awkward laugh. I've thought about this moment for the last week. What to say? How to act? "Sorry," I mumble, "it's...it's kind of our first time."
He nods again. "Don't worry. It'll be aight."
It feels strange, having another man, the man that's about to fuck my wife, tell me things will be alright. I step past him and start up the stairs. "Follow me." For some reason the house feels like it's closing in on me. It feels like the walls are pressing closer. Like the air is being squeezed out. A part of me just wants this to be over. I want it to be done. I want to have Keira to myself again. For a moment I consider bailing. I could still do it. I could turn around and tell him to leave. Are we really ready for this? Do we really want to do this?
I don't. I keep walking, into the bedroom. I can feel him following me in.
Keira's buried under the blankets with only her nose sticking out. She stirs as she hears us come in. The only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioning in the ducts. I turn around.
Keira scrambles out from under the covers to take a look at her lover. At the man that's there to fuck her while I watch. Her eyes drift up and down.
I follow her gaze. He's a good looking guy. His arms are thick, stretching the short sleeves of the black shirt he's wearing. His baggy shorts conceal what are probably well-muscled thighs. He kicks off his sneakers and starts pulling off his shirt. My stomach tightens as he pushes his shorts and boxers down. He's hung like a fucking horse.
My eyes dart to Keira. She's looking at it too. Staring at that long, dark cock hanging between his legs.
"How y'all want this to go down?" he asks. He seems completely unashamed. Of his nudity or of his role. Of what he's there to do.
Keira giggles.
I cough and smile. It was one thing hiding in the closet and watching Damien fuck her. It feels strange that I'm going to be in the same room while someone does it. It feels...embarrassing almost.
"Aight look. I'ma just go ahead and get this started. I go somewhere you don't like, you just let me know. You okay bro?"
I nod. I'm happy that he's taken control. I'm happy he's experienced and that I don't have to make any decisions. That I can just sit back and watch. I take a few steps back. When I feel my leg touch the armchair we've put in the bedroom, I sink down into it.
Derek turns and walks toward the bed. His broad shoulders narrow into muscled legs. He puts a knee on the bed. His hand disappears behind Keira's neck and he brings her close.
I gasp as I see her lean in, turn her head up and kiss him. My cock is already hard. It's been hard almost all day thinking of this moment. Now that I'm in it, it feels like the ache in my balls will never go away.
The soft, wet sounds of their kisses bounce along the walls. Derek reaches up and finds Keira's taut nipple with his fingers. He tugs at it with a finger and thumb, letting it go with a pinch.
It makes Keira whimper into his mouth. Her back arches, bringing her closer to him.
He does it again. Harder this time.
I shudder at the thought of what he's doing. He's testing her. He's trying to figure her body out. What she likes. What turns her on. Another man is about to fuck my wife and he needs to know how to do it best.
"Yeah?" Derek asks, pinching her nipple a third time and pulling away from their kiss. "You like it when it stings?"
Keira turns her head down and giggles into his chest. "Only a little."
His fat paw lands on her ass in a gentle slap. "That enough?"
Keira looks up at him again, bites her lower lip and nods.
"Mmm, aight. That's good to know. Why don't you lie down for me? So I can see your nice pussy?"
Keira immediately does as he asks. She lies down. Any embarrassment or reservation she might have had is gone. There's excitement in her eyes as she spreads her legs.
"Mmm," Derek purrs, "that's a fine lookin' pussy." He turns to me. I flush, a little embarrassed that my hand is on my cock. He doesn't seem to notice, or care. "You want to clean her up for me a bit? Some guys like that."
"C-c-clean her up?" I can't help the stammer. "She showered before you..."
Derek holds up a hand and looks from me to Keira and back. "I ain't sayin' she that kind of dirty. I'm just sayin', some guys think it's hot."
Keira starts laughing. Derek starts to chuckle. I can't help but join in. It feels like the laughter breaks the ice a little. I get up. I walk towards the bed.
Derek steps aside, letting me lean down over my wife. My wife. My Keira. My beautiful, smiling bride that I'm about to offer to another man. He's right. It is hot, thinking that I'm about to clean her for him. So that she's wet and ready to take his cock. My cock throbs painfully at the thought.
I lean down and hook my hands behind her thighs. I pull her closer on the bed. I look up. She's watching me, smiling at what I'm doing.
"Oh baby," she whispers as she caresses my cheek. "This is so hot."
I lean down and press my tongue against her dewy folds. The smell of her arousal makes my cock harden again. I pry her open with my mouth, then push my tongue low, until I find the entrance to her cunt. I dip it into her, searching for more of her hot and honeyed juice. It comes spilling out. I lap it up, not wasting a single drop.
Keira moans as I run my tongue up her slit and find her taut nub. She puts her fingers in my hair and starts to rock slowly back and forth against my mouth. I hold my tongue in place for her, letting her use my mouth as her fuck toy. Letting her bring herself to climax against it.
My tongue and jaw start to get sore but I can tell that Keira is close. She's clutching my hair now, rubbing my face against her as she bucks and rides my tongue. "Oh fuck!" she gasps. A pleasant gush of juice spills from her as she cries out. I let her finish, my cheeks and jaw slathered with her wet scent. She lets me go and I slip away, undoing my zipper and belt as I slink back to my chair.
Derek has stroked his member to hardness by this point. He's been watching me getting my wife ready for him. His rigid cock curls slightly upwards. I imagine what it will look like, curling up into her soft folds. He spreads her legs. He's careful not to get in the way of my view of her pussy. As he points the head of his cock at her pink hole, Keira reaches down, her fingers prying her lips apart for her new lover.
Derek pauses, his cock hovering just above her.
I realize I'm staring with my mouth agape. I reach down and pull my own cock out of my pants. Time seems to slow, all three of us suspended in anticipation of the coming moment.
I see the muscles in his ass tense. Keira gasps as he pushes the head of his cock into her dripping puss. Derek lets go of his weight and drives himself into my waiting wife.
"Oh my God!"
she moans as her body swallows his dark muscle.
He doesn't pause. He doesn't pull out. He just piles himself inside until his balls meet her ass cheeks in a wet slap!
"You're so fucking big!" she groans.
I realize how hard I'm stroking myself and force myself to slow down. I want to experience every moment of this perched on the edge of pleasure.
Keira squirms beneath Derek's formidable weight, pinned to the bed by his fearsome member. He holds her like that for a while, as if he's letting her body adjust to the size and shape of his girth. Then pulls himself out and begins to saw.
Keira's legs come up, gliding along Derek's dark thighs until her legs are bent at the knees, toes pointed towards the sky. They curl with each thrust and I imagine each time he fills her with his cock, he sends pleasure shooting up her spine.
He fucks her like this for what feels like an hour. I am powerless to do anything but watch and stroke, teasing myself towards climax.
Keira comes. Once. Twice. A third time. Each time her shrieks are louder, wilder. More raw.
Until finally Derek, done with using my wife for his pleasure, puts a paw on her tit and grunts, "Where you want this?"
I know Keira is on birth control but my imagination chases that reality out of my mind.
"Fuck it into me deep," she breathes.
I cringe as my cock flexes. She's about to be filled with another man's seed. If she were unprotected...he might fill her with life. It's a dark thought but one I've had many times since we embarked on this path. I haven't told Keira about it yet but I might. I've been savouring it every time she's with another guy.
Derek grunts again.
I know this is it. This is the moment. My vision narrows on his hard and sloppy cock. It's driving into Keira over and over and over as his body prepares for release. Just one more time. He plunges deep inside her but I can still see the root of his cock.
A stillness fills the room.
I watch as his balls and his cock and the muscles around his ass squeeze and release. I start pumping myself hard at the sight. A big black man is in between Keira's wide open legs. His cock is spewing spunk deep into her soft, wet cunt.
I shout at the moment of my own release, shattering the silence. It seems to break the spell between them and Derek starts to thrust again, pumping in and out. I glance down to see lashes of my own semen landing hopelessly across my lap and hand. I look up just as Derek pulls out of her. He's covered in her wetness and his own cum. Her pussy starts to close but before it does a tiny trickle of white comes spilling out.
Nobody says anything while he gets dressed. Keira lies on the bed, her legs splayed, her pussy raw and sore.
Derek walks towards the door. He looks over at me. "That aight?" he asks.
I'm still holding my cock in my hand but I don't care. I nod.
He nods back. And then he's gone.
Keira looks at me. "I love you," she whispers.
I get up, stagger towards the bed and fall into her arms.
Chapter 3
That was all that happened at Heather's party but somehow I already knew. I already knew that wouldn't be the end of my fascination with watching Keira. We went home almost immediately after she'd talked to that guy because we were both so turned on. We even took a cab instead of the bus even though we didn't have much money at the time. The whole thing had made us need each other so much more. This was, of course, normal for me. What was incredible was how turned on Keira got from it.
We tore into Keira's small apartment and started tugging each other's clothes off right away. I pulled her shirt and bra off and she sank to her knees. We weren't even in the bedroom, I was leaning up against the kitchen wall.
"Baby, are you sure you want to..."
"Shh!" she said, looking up at me with a devious expression as she freed my cock. It sprang out and she recoiled in mock surprise. She giggled, I laughed. Then she wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft and staring up at me, sank down onto it with her mouth.
My insides melted from the heat of her soft, warm, wet mouth around my member. Keira wasn't really into blowjobs so this was an unexpected treat to begin with. But it wasn't just the fact that it was happening that had my sack tightening between my legs. It was how it was happening, too.
When Keira would go down on me, she'd usually lick and kiss my cock for a while before taking it into her mouth. Then she'd suck on me for a bit. I'd usually try to moan my appreciation but to be honest I always sort of exaggerated my response. There was no need for that now.
Keira was like a woman possessed. Like a porn star who'd been told she'd be payed double the quicker she could get me off. She started sucking on me like her life depended on it, taking me deep into her mouth, almost until I could feel the head of my cock touch her throat. It felt like she just wanted to suck all the seed out of me as fast as she could.
My cock started hardening even more inside her mouth. I wanted her to stop because I wanted to fuck her but I didn't want her to stop because if felt so good. I finally managed to summon the will to speak.
"Keira baby," I said as I felt my nuts tighten and cum start to move into my cock. "You're gonna make me come if you keep that up."
She pulled me out of her mouth with a noisy, wet pop. She licked up and down my shaft a few times, then put my cock on her cheek. She was smiling a wide, eager smile. "Oh my," she purred. "That's too bad."
And just like that she sank back down onto me and started sucking again. This time her whole head was bobbing up and down on my cock and her hand was stroking my shaft. She brought her other hand up between my legs, tickling my thighs. She let her fingers drift over my balls.
"Oh fuck," I groaned as the seed squeezed out of my balls and into my rigid cock.
She took me so deep as soon as she heard me say it. I felt the head of my cock touch the back of her throat. She pumped me with her hand. An orgasm exploded inside me, shaking my whole body against the wall. "Fuck!" I cried.
She paused as the first pulse of cum erupted from my cock. I felt her gag around my member but only for a second. She pulled off and as soon as she did, she started pumping me again.
"Fuck!" I screamed, a searing orgasm, like none I'd ever had making my eyes shut tight. When I opened them again it was to the sight of Keira staring at my throbbing cock as it spat spurt after spurt of cum all over her face and breasts. She was grinning at it, like nothing had ever pleased her as much as this.
My orgasm ebbed. She looked up. Still stroking me, she burst into laughter at what she'd done. I felt a swell of embarrassment, the kind I always got after having sex. It was such a funny, primal thing and it always felt a little weird, coming back into my normal self. I couldn't help staring at all the spunk I'd covered Keira in, though.
There was a thick splotch of it on her left cheek. It was dripping down towards her chin and would soon probably ooze off her face and land on her breast. There was a big glob of it covering her left nipple, too. I stared at that for a while as she laughed, mesmerized by how the cream of my cum made the bright pink protrusion seem even more appealing. Even though I'd just had an orgasm and my cock was flagging, I felt like I could definitely go again.
Her laughter melted into chuckles and she looked back up at me. I just couldn't bring myself to look away in time. She looked down at her breasts, still holding my cock, and cupped the one with the cum on it.
"Oh my, what a mess you've made!" she said, giggling again.
I smirked and looked away as she looked back up at me. I felt more embarrassment well up in me at having been caught staring.
Keira stood up. "I guess I don't have to ask if you liked that," she whispered with a smile. "But is this what you were looking at?"
I couldn't believe what she was doing. She put a finger on my cheek and turned my head until I was looking down at her creamy nipple again. She was like a whole different woman all of a sudden. It was as if what had happened at the party had made her more confident. Mo
re in control. She held my head in place with her thumb and forefinger, keeping my gaze on her nipple. When I looked, she was staring at me intently, her gaze boring into mine.
"I...I guess," I replied, trying to look away. She wouldn't have it. She kept my head in the same position.
"Want to try?"
A nervous excitement exploded inside me at the question. I looked up at her. I'm pretty sure my mouth was open. Was she serious? Was she really asking me to...
"Well? Do you? You seem pretty interested in staring at it."
"Keira," I replied, trying to look away again.
She leaned closer. "Come on Mark. I kind of want you to. It might be kind of hot."
I couldn't really say no. Not after the blow job she'd just given me. I looked at her again. There was excitement in her eyes. She really did want me to do this. She wanted me to bend over, take her nipple into my mouth and clean my own cum off of it. It was a little repugnant, but pretty hot at the same time.
I leaned over but part of that was her pulling me towards herself. The closer I got to her pretty, pink nipple, drenched in my cum, the less I could take my eyes off of it. When I got close enough that if I stuck my tongue out I could have tasted it, I smelled the heady musk of my own spunk. I looked up.
There was Keira, guiding me to herself with her hand and staring down with wide, blue eyes. She looked thrilled at what was about to happen and it turned me on even more, seeing her like that.
I looked back down at her nipple, taking in one last glance of what was about to go into my mouth. Then I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around the bright, pink bud. The tart taste of my own seed covered my tongue as I slurped the creamy oyster back into my mouth. It left a stinging trail as I swallowed and I cringed as I forced it down.
"Not your thing?" Keira giggled.
I straightened back up and couldn't resist a smile. It wasn't, really, but with what she'd just done I figured I couldn't complain. I kind of got why some women might not be into swallowing, though.
"So, what the hell was that?" I asked.
