by Mirah Shell
Ancel took his cock in his hand and tilted it down towards Imayne, who stopped licking Annaline’s pussy and opened her mouth as my husband slid his cock through her lips. She sucked on him, getting his member nice and wet as he pushed slowly, nearly down her throat. When he pulled himself out, he pressed the head of his enormous cock through Annaline’s smooth, glossy pussy lips, penetrating her as Imayne kept her swirling tongue against her, making her squirm and sigh as she was fucked and licked at the same time.
My hand crept between my thighs, searching for the place where I was throbbing with need, and touched myself softly, feeling craven and desperate to relieve myself of the ache. Of course, I wanted to be fucked by my husband, but watching him with the two beautiful women he’d coaxed onto the sofa was all the more thrilling, as the humiliation of being forced to watched made me burn with something greater than just the arousal and degradation combined.
My husband put his hands around Annaline’s waist and fucked her hard, until she cried out and tossed her hair, flaxen and shimmering as it floated down her back, which I noticed was glistening with dewy sweat. Ansel pulled out and slid his cock back into Imayne’s mouth, making her suck Annaline’s juices off.
Ansel pulled them both off of the couch onto the thick fur rug, where he pinned beautiful Imayne onto the ground, holding her down by her slender wrists, and entered her, her legs around his waist, while Annaline and I watched. Ansel leaned down and kissed Imayne on her full, rosy lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth, and I felt a shock of jealousy. I had never seen him kiss someone else. He reached up and grabbed a thick fistfull of Annaline’s hair, pulling him to her to kiss her as well while he kept thrusting inside of Imayne. Annaline, taking a cue from my husband, positioned herself on top of Imayne’s mouth, squatting over her face, and Imayne licked Annaline, who rocked her hips on Imayne’s tongue, while my husband leaned in and sucked on her tits one by one. I leaned back against the chair and spread my legs, shamelessly rubbing my pussy, my hand furious, tears springing to my eyes as I filled with shame and anger. I felt a warmth grow in my belly as I watched them, Annaline and my husband, their mouths fused, his hips thrusting between Imayne’s open thighs.
Ancel groaned and slowed down, parting from Annaline as he slowly pulled himself out of Imayne, his cum still dripping in glossy pearls from the head of his cock. I watched, and felt myself boil over, shuddering and sighing as I trembled.
“Clean up, wife,” my husband finally spoke to me, “you wouldn’t want my first heir to come from this wench, would you?”
I shook my head no and crawled on my hands and knees to press my mouth against Imayne’s soft pussy lips, where I licked my husband’s seed, probing with my tongue so I could pull it from inside of her as she gasped. I swallowed the cum gratefully, and my husband ran his hand through my hair admiringly.
“Who would have thought I’d find such a wife?” he said gently, approvingly. In response, I sucked his cock clean.
Read the rest HERE on Kindle Unlimited!
CHAPTER FOUR
More about Mirah Shell
Find more of Mirah Shells stories, and be sure to follow her, here on her Amazon Author’s Page.
