"You're beautiful when you blush." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Now, text your man and tell him you're going to suck my cock."
After sending the text to Tate, I slipped my hand beneath the table and unzipped Noah's pants. Like me, he wasn't wearing any underwear, which made things easier. His cock was ridiculously large, I thought, as I tried to curl my fingers around it and stroke him. Bigger than Tates, for certain.
"Mmm. You're good at that," he leaned back and smirked at me, obviously enjoying my fingers as I moved them back and forth along his rod- "Give me your phone. I'm going to send him a picture of your hot little mouth around my dick."
With my free hand, I slid it across the table to him, "His name is Tate, though he is listed in my contacts as 'The Husband.'"
I leaned my head beneath the table and glanced up, giving him sultry bedroom eyes as I darted my tongue out to flick at the head of his cock. He snapped a picture, then another as I widened my mouth and wrapped it around the tip of his erection. He took several more as I eased my lips down his cock, taking in as much as I could.
He stroked his fingers through my hair and brushed it away from my face so that he could watch as I stroked him into my mouth.
"Fuck, that's hot," He sat the phone onto the table.
I moaned around his erection as I pleasured him as best I could in such an awkward position. He slid a hand down and helped me stroke his cock up into my mouth. A mixture of saliva and pre-cum oozed from the corners of my lips as I flicked my tongue and sucked.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and I could feel his hips lifting as he thrust himself between my lips. In the back of my mind, I was surprised that I could so easily, so willingly suck this guy off in the middle of a bar without the least bit of embarrassment. Tate and I would have never done something so sexual in public, despite it being a fantasy we both spoke of from time to time.
"That's it. Keep sucking my cock. Just like that." He curled his fingers around the back of my head and twisted them into my hair, "Mmm, feels so fucking good."
I wondered how much Tate could see from where he sat at the bar. Would he be aroused? Jealous? Both? Knowing that this is something my husband wanted, something that he asked for, made me all the more eager. My eyes lifted and I watched Noah's face as I sucked and licked, then pulled away slightly to flick my tongue into that tiny slit at the tip of his cock.
His fingers pushed my head back onto his cock and I gulped in as many of his inches as I could without gagging. "Swallow it," he said in a gravelly voice as he jerked his hips up, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I could feel his cum splattering against the back of my throat and coating my tongue. Instinctively I swallowed every last droplet, then licked my lips as I straightened up.
Noah leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine, "Good girl. Your husband hasn't taken his eyes off of us. I think he is ready for round two. Ready to head over to the hotel?"
"Yes."
"Good. But first, read your texts."
I couldn't hold back my grin as I skimmed through all the texts Tate had sent while I was sucking off Noah. As expected, he was jealous but more aroused than anything.
"He's into it," I said as I stole a glance to the bar and smiled mischievously to Tate.
He immediately texted me, "Fuck, I love you."
*
Noah and I walked across the parking lot at a leisurely pace. Despite being December, the weather was mild and pleasant. He roamed his fingers across my lower back, "Is he into humiliation?"
Slanting my eyes sideways, I shrugged, "I'm not sure. This is all very new to us."
Once inside of the hotel, I led him to the elevator, "Text him and tell him my cock is bigger than his. That will give you your answer."
I bit my lip nervously as I sent the text, and Tate responded with, "Oh babe...fuck. I want you so badly right now." I tilted the phone so that Noah could read it.
"He is." Noah smiled smugly, "Now. Tell him that you're going to fuck your bull first. That you need to be satisfied by my big, black cock before you can see him."
I giggled as I blushed, "Seriously?"
"Yup. It's part of the kink."
"So he wants me to hurt his feelings?" I wasn't sure about that. I couldn't imagine hurting him for anything in the world.
"It won't. It's part of the fantasy. He wants you to say these things...and do these things. It will get him off." He added with a reassuringly dazzling smile, "Trust me."
"Strangely enough, I do." I sent the text to Tate, then slipped my phone into my purse. Noah opened our hotel room door and locked it behind us. Once inside, he poured us a drink.
I took a sip, then sat the glass on the nightstand, "I don't need it," I whispered. "I'm ready."
I could see my reflection from the mirror across the room, and I couldn't help but marvel at how calm I looked. Seductive, even. I wondered if Tate knew how nervous I really was, if he knew how my stomach felt fluttery and how weak-kneed I felt in that moment. And then I tried to imagine him there, watching me, knowing that another man was about to take me. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a one-time thing or the beginning of a new lifestyle. Would this satisfy Tate's curiosity? Or, would he want more? Would I?
A thousand things tumbled through my mind as Noah moved in closer to me and kissed my neck, his tongue warm and wet as it slithered down to my collar bone. I moaned from the wicked sensations. "Take off your dress," he commanded as he stepped away, giving me space.
Making sure that Tate would have a nice view, I twisted my body towards the camera and slowly peeled the expensive fabric from my body. I pulled it up over my head then threw it onto a chair nearby. Though my first instinct was to cross my arms and cover myself, I thought better of it, and struck an alluring post. I didn't want Tate to think I was having second thoughts.
"You are so fucking hot, Nina," Noah's voice was low and sexy. "It is too bad that your dick-less husband doesn't know how to please you," Noah came up behind me and tugged my bra off, then cupped my breasts between his large hands. He toyed with my nipples, pinching them until they were hard as pebbles, "But I do."
With a moan, I rested the back of my head against his chest. He stimulated my sensitive nipple with one hand, while the other leisurely slid down my stomach. His fingers grazed over the top of my garter belt.
I flicked my gaze to the mirror and watched as Noah lifted the weight of my breast into his hand, cupping it while he flicked his thumb across my tight nipple. It was an erotic sight and I almost felt as if I were watching another couple. Surely, this couldn't be really happening.
Noah parted my legs with his knee from behind, then slid his fingers into my warm, wet pussy, "Tell him. Tell him whose cock you want right now."
"Yours," I uttered the word breathlessly as my body trembled.
"Louder," He commanded as he rolled the pad of his thumb across my clit. Hot chills rippled through me and I felt like I was about to pass out from the overwhelming sense of pleasure.
"Yours!" I said the word louder. Obediently.
"And why do you want my cock?" he asked as he made sure Tate had a perfect view of his thick, black fingers impaling my pussy.
Why? Again, my thoughts were fragmented as I tried to focus. Why did I want him? Because of the show we were putting on for Tate? Because Tate wanted this for me? Because I wanted it for myself?
'Because my husband wants to be humiliated,' I thought. "Because..." I hesitated as I realized the truth. I knew that Tate started this, but I really did crave Noah sexually, and couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep inside of me. I wanted to be fucked senseless by Noah, whether or not my husband was watching. I didn't care. In that moment, I just wanted Noah to take me as hard as possible.
"Tell me," he said loudly, then whispered, "Tell him what he wants to hear."
"Because it is so big and black, much bigger than my husbands." I said.
"Where do you want my cock?"
I wet my lip
s seductively, "In my pussy."
"Yeah? You want me to fuck your hot little pussy while your husband watches?" Noah licked my shoulder.
"Mmmhmm," I purred.
"Get on the bed," He said roughly.
I pulled away from him and moved towards the bed, then paused, glancing over my shoulder at him, waiting for instructions. I could already feel my juices seeping down my inner thighs. His alpha-male, authority sent hot chills through me.
Noah came up behind me and turned me around so that I was facing him. His lips grazed across mine and he kissed me greedily. After he broke the kiss, he gently pushed at my shoulder, forcing me to lay down.
"Condom?" he asked.
"No... if that is okay?" I knew that it was part of what Tate wanted, to know that I had been with another man without any barriers. Plus, I hated condoms. I hated the way they felt, and I was desperately looking forward to feeling Noah's cock, skin against skin.
He winked, "My kind of girl."
Our eyes locked as he undressed in front of me. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I dropped my gaze to his massive erection. He stroked it several times before crawling onto the bed and settling himself between my legs.
"Tell me what you want," his voice had that dominating tone to it again which thrilled me.
"I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast," I licked my lower lip invitingly.
Noah leaned over my body and pressed his elbows into the mattress beside my head. His mouth slanted over mine and he tenderly kissed me while rubbing the head of his cock against my pink slit. "Hard and fast," he said as he broke the kiss.
I gasped as he penetrated me in one swift thrust. Bubbles of pleasure hummed through me as my inner muscles stretched around his massive girth.
"Oh, my god!" I felt like I was being split open, but at the same time, the pain was exquisite. I had never felt anything so delicious, so filling.
"Tell your boy how you feel right now, with my cock balls-deep inside of you." His lips grazed along my neck, his tongue dipping into the hollow of my throat, "Say it."
My eyes half-shut as blissful sensations swirled within, racing through my blood, igniting every part of my body with pleasure. "I feel stretched and full and oh-my-god amazing."
"Mmm," he murmured as he began to stroke his cock in and out of my pussy.
I ran my hands across his shoulders and down his back, adoring his smooth, dark skin. My hands roamed lower and cupped his ass cheeks, my fingers curled into his skin and pulled him deeper into me. Our tongues collided, licking and lapping at one another. He fucked me until I was on the cusp of another orgasm, then pulled out with a wolfish grin. "Nu-uh. Not yet."
"What?" I protested loudly, "But I wanted more," my words were muffled as he flipped me over and pressed my head against the satin pillow. An arm snaked beneath my waist, and he pulled my ass up while parting my legs.
"I want to fuck you doggie-style," he said as he leaned over and kissed my lower back. His tongue made a wet path along my spine before he straightened up. I could feel his hands on my ass cheeks, kneading my pale white flesh. I moaned out as I felt his thumb rubbing against my back hole. Hot shivers ripped through my body as he pushed his fingertip into my ass.
"Noah!" I breathily said his name.
"Hmm?" he said as he played with my ass and clit at the same time. His fingers were everywhere, causing such delicious pleasure that I had a hard time thinking straight. I could feel my juices soaking his fingers.
"I've never..." The rest of my sentence was lost as I moaned loudly, unable to help myself.
"Been fucked in the ass?"
"Never."
"It's okay. I'll save it for your small-dicked boy." He pulled his hands away, then shoved his cock straight into my cunt, "For now, I am going to make you cum all over my dick, then lick it clean."
"Mmmm."
"Tell him that you crave my cock," he instructed as he held me by my hips and thrust into me, slow at first, then picked up the pace.
I sought out the laptop and smiled wickedly, knowing that Tate was watching our every move, "I crave your big, black, magnificent cock, Noah!"
He spanked my ass cheek lightly, then thrust deeper into me. It took my breath away, "Tell me where you want my cum."
I groaned, "In my pussy."
"You want me to cum in your hot little pussy?" He smacked my ass cheek again, "Such a hot little slut."
I could feel it building deep in my belly, this hot, intense pool of desire. I was close to cumming, and he knew it. My orgasm tore through me and I saw stars. My vision darkened for a moment and my breath felt ripped out of my body. I trembled, shuddering around his cock. Before I could even catch my breath, Noah groaned behind me. I could feel his orgasm deep inside of me, the warmth spreading as he filled my pussy with his sticky white cum.
Panting, he pulled himself out of me and moved around to the top of the bed to kneel at my head. His fingers cupped my chin, pulling it up to his cock. "Suck it." He rubbed his erection against my lips, and I couldn't help but wonder how he could still be hard!
My lips parted as his sticky wet cock penetrated my mouth. I twirled my tongue around his shaft and licked him clean. He stroked his fingers through my hair and fisted his fingers, keeping my hair pulled tight as he shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. I took him in as far as I could without choking and continued to undulate my tongue beneath his cock.
He deep-throated me, forcing me to take his thick inches, "You like sucking my cock, don't ya?"
I moaned my answer.
His breath quickened, punctuated by little moans and grunts. I knew he was about to come again as his body tensed. He pulled out and stroked himself onto my lips, spurting his cum all over my face.
I licked my lips and used my fingers to clean my face off as best I could.
"Damn, girl," He grinned at me as he stretched back on the mattress and propped himself up on a pillow.
I had never felt so unabashed before. Being with Noah felt completely natural, so much so that I had almost forgotten about Tate and why I was doing this.
Noah tilted his head towards the door, "Now. I want you to go to him, just as you are. Keep your stockings and heels on, and walk next door. Tell him you just fucked your bull and you're filled with his cum, and that if he is good, maybe you'll let him try to fuck you too."
"You want me to go outside half-dressed?" But at this point, I didn't care who saw me. I smiled at him, "Noah, you are a wicked, wicked man, and worth every penny."
He chuckled as I left the room and dashed next door. Tate opened it before I could knock, then pulled me inside.
"Have I ever mentioned that you are the best, most amazing wife ever?" Tate kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, then my lips.
"Thank you for the gift." As he curled his fingers around mine, he sheepishly asked, "So... is it my turn?"
A wry smile played at the corners of my lips, "Well, I suppose you can try to get me off with your small little penis..."
"Oh, babe..." He pulled me into the room and locked the door behind us. His arms slid around me and he pulled me closer.
"So," I looked up at him, trying to gauge how he really felt. "Are we okay? I mean, are you okay with what happened?"
Tate fluttered tiny kisses along my jawline, "More than okay."
"But how are you not jealous?"
"I am," He admitted softly.
"I am trying to understand. How can you be both jealous and turned on?"
"Because you are fucking hot, my darling wife, and it turns me on to see you so turned on."
I couldn't help but grin, "Well, then. I guess I have a lot to learn."
He grazed his teeth across my chin and nibbled it, then pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't help but remember that Noah's mouth and cock had been there moments before. "I think I'll go jump in the shower. Want to join me?"
He pulled his head back slightly, his gaze hot and intense. "Don't..."
"Don't?" My br
ows rose, "Don't what? Don't shower?"
"Yeah," He answered in a sheepish voice.
"All right." I didn't understand it but I was trying to. The scent of another man lingered on my skin. I smelled like sex and perfume and Noah. 'He wants to be humiliated,' Noah's voice echoed in the back of my mind.
"If I cannot shower, then you can clean me," I said boldly, hoping that it was the right thing to say. I was full of Noah's cum. It was dripping out of me, and it was splattered against my inner thighs. I was sticky and wet with it. Could I really have my husband clean me with his tongue? To lick away the remnants of another man's orgasm? Is this what he truly desired? Is this how he wanted to be humiliated?
Tate's face flushed with heat. "I..." His voice faltered.
I gave him an impish grin, "Get on your knees and lick me. Now." I couldn't believe how assertive my tone had become.
Tate kneeled in front of me and glanced up, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I slid my hand behind his head and pulled him forward. His lips collided with my pussy and he hesitated for the briefest of moments before darting his tongue out. With the lightest of touches, he gave a slow, tentative lick along my slit.
Tate leaned back on his heels and stared up at me as if waiting for instruction.
I perched on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. "Don't stop until I tell you to," I commanded, my tone slightly bossy. The thought of having all of the control was a turn on, and I suddenly warmed to my new role.
Tate crawled over obediently and placed his hands on my thighs as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth onto my most intimate parts. He licked me slowly, slithering his tongue through my moist, semen-coated folds.
"Mmm, just like that," I cooed, delighted with the sensations that were slowly building. Pleasure pulsed and pooled between my thighs. Sensing my arousal, he quickened the pace, eagerly lapping his tongue into my pussy.
Remembering how he also asked for dirty talk, I began to narrate what happened with Noah. "I don't think I've ever felt so good as when Noah played with my pussy under the table at the bar. His fingers are so big and thick, and he seriously knows what he is doing."
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