Vegas Heat

by Matthew Lee

  Tom worked his knees forward so he loomed over my wife. Julie's chest was heaving as she gazed into his eyes. I saw fear there, but it was mixed with longing and lust. Julie's inner pussy lips were so engorged they protruded.

  My wife looked over at me with sadness and run-away desire. I was confused until I realized she hoped I would understand, but she had surrendered. Somehow Tom knew it and released her wrists and Julie used one hand to pull his mouth down to hers and the other to grasp his throbbing shaft and lubricate the head with her own wetness, rubbing it all around her opening. Her legs rose up and surrounded his waist; her heels pulled his hips forward.

  I saw his cock-head mash and then split her inner labia. A burst of panic seized me as I registered he wasn't wearing a condom. Michelle read my face and proceeded to throw salt in my wound.

  “Isn't it perfect?” she purred. “He will truly be inside her, his skin touching hers. From this moment on you are no longer the only man to have fucked your wife.”

  Julie breathed hard and squirmed. One more adjustment and Tom was perfectly lined up and my wife lifted her hips and pushed herself onto his first inch. Both groaned loudly from the penetration and Tom leaned his body weight down, driving another few inches deep. She was dripping wet and ready but several strokes were needed before Tom was fully seated inside her. Thick Tom forced Julie to accommodate him.

  Another man was fucking my wife.

  Another man was fucking my wife!

  My sweet Jules had her strong legs wrapped around him and pulled him deep on every thrust. He grunted and groaned and she gasped and wailed. Her lips stretched into a tight O-ring around him, air-tight and bright pink. Surrounding flesh sank in each time he drove his shaft home and her pussy volcanoes with each withdrawal. This man drove my sweet wife insane with his hard cock. He bit her neck and sucked her nipples and she screamed and twisted and urged him on.

  “Fuck! You reach so far inside me... I'm gonna cum so fast. Don't stop!”

  Tom had no intention of stopping. His wife Michelle was pretty and sexy but Julie was a Youthful Goddess and urged him on, encouraging him to fuck her brains out.

  Tom turned into an animal, his muscles flexing as he drove his meaty stake again and again into my Julie. Every time I thought he might be hurting her Julie grabbed his ass or his shoulders and told him to fuck her harder. Michelle had a wild look in her eyes as she leaned in and blurted, “She's going to orgasm!” She loved watching her husband seduce other women. His power over them was her power over them.

  “Oh fuck!” Julie exclaimed. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Oh Christ AAAAAAAA!'

  Tom's hips were like a piston as Julie climaxed, her hot body wrapped like a fist around Tom's big spear. She pulled her own hair and wailed again and then gripped his shoulders and urged him on. I saw Julie have the longest and most powerful orgasm of her life and I was crushed by the knowledge that it was not me or my penis that gave it to her.

  Michelle moved around behind me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and whispered hoarsely into my ear.

  “You know what this makes you, right? Have you heard the word they have for husbands like you? I bet you have. God! That's so hot! How must you feel at this moment? My husband is taking your wife. Look at his big cock plunging in and out of her. That's your woman and you're allowing it!”

  Michelle couldn't take anymore and began fingering herself. She climaxed fast and hard as we both watched Tom conquer Julie. I was insanely aroused. I couldn't believe I was still soft as butter, but my heart was pounding. My penis and balls felt so wound-up with sexual tension I thought I would explode if only I could get hard. I tugged a few times but sensed an erection was impossible.

  “If your dick was hard would you try to fuck me?” Michelle teased. I turned from the action to look at her. “You haven't even asked me to suck it,” she continued. “I suspected we'd be able to seduce you both but I'm surprised at how far you've allowed this to go. You don't even care that you've gotten nothing. I would have fucked you just so my husband could fuck your wife but this way's better. Believe me, when you think back on this night you'll be glad it played out this way. You'll have no illusions about what happened. You didn't allow him to have her so you could have me; you just gave her up for free. Ask yourself why you did that.”

  I turned back to Tom and Julie. They were locked in a passionate embrace; Tom on top, driving his cock repeatedly into Julie's womb, Julie's arms and legs wrapped as far around his big body as she could get them. Her hips lifted to meet his every time. Another orgasm began to rise in her.

  “Tom!” she cried. “Oh Tom, you're going to make me cum again! Oh fucking Jesus! Ooooooh Myyyyy Gaaaaawd! AAAAAAAAaaaa!” Julie's body jerked and convulsed beneath his. Her screams were incoherent gibberish. Tom never slowed or broke rhythm and her climax lasted almost a minute. He sent my wife skyrocketing to someplace way above earth. I'll never give her what Tom can and that hurts, yet also fuels a deep and humiliating excitement I do not understand.

  Tom wasn't finished. He positioned himself on his knees and aimed Julie's legs straight up. He bent them back and her cunt splayed obscenely. He plunged his entire length and girth balls deep on every thrust. She seemed so vulnerable and unprotected. She whimpered and mewled as he pounded her. She was at his mercy and as her husband I did nothing to protect her. Shame boiled up inside me but I also felt the first stirrings of my long missing erection.

  At this moment she belonged to him, not me, and he was free to do with her as he willed but more importantly, she wanted him to, and God help me but that really turned me on. My wife gave herself completely to another man. Tom's long fat cock plumbed the depths of her and soon my wife was ready to cum again.

  Julie was quietly sobbing. I heard her whispering, “So good, so good, so good,” and I knew her tears were tears of release and satisfaction.

  Michelle saw my soft, partial erection and knelt behind me. She reached around and began to stroke as Tom bore down on Julie. I heard the little squeaks Julie makes as her orgasm begins to take hold.

  “Is she on birth-control?” Michelle rasped.

  I shook my head. She gasped and her hand on my penis sped up.

  “Perfect! Do you use condoms with your own wife?” Her voice held a quality of disbelief, like someone stumbling across a chest full of gold coins.

  I shook my head. “I always pull out.”

  Her hand felt so good. I was less than half hard but already cum boiled up. I knew exactly why she was asking and shame rose again. I felt so depraved for wanting to see it.

  Michelle and Tom shared a look and she gave him a quick nod. Understanding passed between them. Tom skewered me with a hard stare. Tom cupped Julie's ass and began to slam her pussy hard. Julie loved being fucked like this. Tom was not some boy the same age as she. Tom was a man and Julie felt the difference in every way. Tom fucked her with strong and sure strokes, leaving his head deeply buried and pressed against her cervix half a heartbeat before pulling almost all the way out and doing it again.

  This time her orgasm started from deep inside her uterus. Fatigued muscles and jangled nerves pulsed back to life as the hot electricity of climax spread from her womb outward, building slowly, wave upon wave as her entire body slowly clenched and tightened. Tom felt her pussy squeeze him. Extra effort was required as he pulled his shaft in and out. He felt like he was fucking honey. Although soaked to the point she was actually dripping, Julie's young and inexperienced pussy had never held a cock as big as his. She gripped him like a fist as she drove towards yet another earth-shaking orgasm. Tom sawed his cock as his sac drew up against his body and his hips moved faster and faster.

  My mind reeled. Fear and regret drove me to speak but a deeply buried desire kept my mouth shut. Part of me rebelled against the inevitable and screamed at me to do something, to stop this insanity, but the simple truth was I wanted to see it happen.

  “Here it comes,” Michelle hissed, her hand stroking me even faster. “I know hi
s signs. Watch.”

  She needn't have bothered; my eyes could look nowhere else. Tom fucking my breathtaking wife was the only thing that mattered to me at all.

  Julie came before him, arching her back so hard I worried she'd break it. Her scream of release shattered the room and rang in my ears. Tom drew in all the air in the suite and held his breath but Julie was slammed by the next wave and screamed again, her fingers clawing the floor and her legs pointing straight up at the vaulted ceiling, shaking uncontrollably. My wife burst into tears as Tom's cock drove her on and on. She threw her head side to side and sobbed and wailed and pounded the rug with her tiny fists.

  Tom gripped her at the waist and held her body a foot off the floor. His long pole was a blur as he hammered her until he sank it one last time and roared like a lion, throwing his head back and his hips forward and pumping a white-hot jet of his potent sperm deep inside my wife. Balls deep, I knew he must have entered into her uterus. Instinct told me she'd completely opened up on the inside. She'd dilated to accommodate his penetration, granting him access to her most fertile chamber. I knew he'd just launched two hundred million children inside her and that perverted knowledge finally gave me the semblance of an erection I'd been waiting for all night.

  “Milk it!” he bellowed. “Fuck! Your cunt is milking my cock!”

  Now it was Tom's turn to throw his head side to side as Julie's greedy little married cunt fluttered and sucked every drop from his big testicles. As her climax continued, her lower abs rose and fell, sucking cum from him. His back arched again and his hips pumped again and he released another blast and then another, pumping sporadically for a moment, jerking and jumping, as Julie teased out another bolt of semen. Tom's seed began to leak from the seal of Julie's labia around his shaft.

  “Fucking Hell!” he cried and filled her with another jet and another. His ass flexed and clenched as he tried to squeeze every single seed that he could get out and into her. At last he laid her on the floor and held himself above her on muscular and trembling arms, both of them were gasping for air.

  My eyes were welded to the place where their bodies merged. It was excruciating to see the way her lips so lovingly clung to his big shaft and his milky sperm dripping from her most intimate opening. If I end up condemned to Hell, such will be my view for all eternity.

  Tom had taken my sweet wife in a way she'd never experienced. The sight was pure agony and I fed off of it. I'd never seen anything so erotic. I hated it and loved it. I ground the truth of what just happened into my mind like salt into a wound. Michelle pumped her hand even faster and although I was still a long way from hard, I shot my load all over the floor and her hand. My head spun as I kept myself from falling. She dropped my penis and wiped her hand on the rug.

  Tom rested his big body on Julie. His cock remained stiff enough to stay inside her, acting as a plug, holding his seed within. I could not pull my eyes away from the meshing of their genitalia. They kissed slowly and tenderly. Tom kissed her soft neck and her large breasts too. Julie basked in the moment, looking as if asleep; eyes closed, a slight smile on her lips.

  I had no idea what to say or do.

  Michelle rose and moved beside them. She softly kissed Julie and Julie opened her eyes. Her smile broadened and the two women kissed again, sharing a mutual understanding and appreciation of sex with Tom. After a moment, Michelle indicated me with a jerk of her head. Julie's eyes met mine.

  I thought perhaps as reality rushed in she'd be crushed by guilt and shame, and I did see a hint of both, but then she smiled and extended her hand. I took it, kissing her fingers. Michelle nudged Tom and he lifted himself off my wife, slowly withdrawing his slithering buried snake. He retained quite a lot of stiffness and her pussy clung to him still, sorry to see him go. Their mixed juices dripped from his head to the floor.

  Julie slipped a finger down to check how big a mess she was and raised the digit to her lips. She tasted Tom's semen.

  Tom and Michelle stepped back into the swirling waters of the hot-tub, giving us a moment of relative privacy. Tom sat on the edge and Michelle floated between his legs and began cleaning his impressive shank with her mouth.

  Julie and I just stared at each other. What does one say at a time like that?

  Julie decided to lighten the moment.

  “Oops,” she shrugged, trying to look cute and succeeding. I ran my eyes over her smooth skin. When I got to her belly-button I considered what had just been deposited beneath it. Julie wasn't a virgin but she had been an ejaculate virgin. That was gone now, given to another man. Her eyes held only a tiny hint of guilt. She had taken what she wanted.

  “Oops?” I repeated.

  We started giggling which built into a laugh.

  “What the fucking hell just happened?” I asked, our laughter trailing away.

  “I have no idea, Baby, but it was fucking hot. Are you mad at me?”

  I shook my head. “How could I be? It's not like you went behind my back. How many opportunities did I have to stop everything? I didn't.”

  She rolled over so her face was close to mine. “Honey,” she whispered, breathy excitement in her voice, “He came inside me. No man has ever done that before, not even you, and the first man that does is a total stranger? I should be ashamed. I feel so naughty and slutty. Do you think he's made me pregnant?”

  Her pragmatic words squeezed my guts. I hid my reaction, partly because I wasn't prepared yet to discuss my feelings but also because deep down, it turned me on too, and that embarrassed me. What kind of man was I? How could I not only accept this but welcome it and find it so erotic and exciting?

  “I don't know, Sweetheart,” I said. “We'll buy a test on the way home. It's killing me that he's inside you right now. The idea is like a hot penny sizzling in my brain tissue. I can't stand it that another man got to have you like that yet I've never been able to. Why is it hot that he came inside you but I can't?”

  Her eyes softened. She touched my face tenderly. “I let him because he's not you, David. You're my partner. We make sensible plans for our future. Tonight was wild and spontaneous and neither of us predicted it. I couldn't stop and act all responsible without ruining it, so I just let myself be carried away and everything play out the way it should, and I'm glad I did. What a memory.”

  She leaned in and kissed my lips. “I'm feeling all kinds of new things. Now that it's happened, it's hot and exciting because I feel more like a woman and not a girl; I captured a man's seed. I know this must be killing you. I am so happy you didn't do anything with Michelle. I would have hated that, so thank you.” She sat up a little more. “David, I came so hard on him. You saw it; can you ever remember me having orgasms like that? I didn't even know I could have orgasms like that.”

  I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I knew Michelle and Tom were listening. I needed time alone with my wife to talk about all of this. Julie was always so much better at putting her feelings into words. I glanced over at Michelle and Tom. “Honey, how do we slip away and head home?”

  Julie followed my eyes and then looked back at me, guilt in her eyes.

  “Do we have to, Sweetheart? Can we stay a little while? They're so beautiful and sexy and hip. They're like a power-couple. I want us to be like them some day. Can we hang out for a bit?”

  Every time I looked at Tom, my face flushed. He had enjoyed my woman. He was one-up on me. He'd totally conquered her and he'd conquered the other woman in the room too. In our little group of four, I was at the bottom of the masculine power totem-pole.

  Michelle lovingly licked his big spongy cock and caressed his fat balls like he was a King. Tom's eyes were closed and his head back, allowing Michelle to service him. I had to admit I wanted to run. I was embarrassed to feel this worried. I decided to play it cool.

  “Okay Honey,” I told Julie, relenting. “We can get to know them better.”

  She gave me a big, heart-felt kiss and asked me to help her up because her legs were weak. Cum ran down an inner
-thighs.

  Tom and Michelle saw us approaching the Jacuzzi with the intent to join them and they both smiled broadly and made room for us. Julie surprised me by cutting in front so she could sit next to him, leaving me the spot next to Michelle.

  “Fantastic!” Michelle gushed. “I was sure you two would bolt for the door. What a night! Tom, get your lazy butt up and make us all more drinks.”

  Tom rose and headed for the bar. I caught Julie scrutinizing his body as he walked. I marveled at the power of sex. Tom was in charge. I was subordinate to him because he'd had my woman but I'd not had his. Now that I knew how Julie felt about the idea, I was not likely to ever have Michelle. Julie slipped next to Michelle and boldly kissed her mouth.

  “You are so pretty,” Julie said. Michelle looked surprised.

  “And you are the sweetest thing ever. I called you an angel earlier and I was right.”

  “Thank you. Where did you buy those shoes you were wearing with your dress?”

  At this point I bailed on their conversation. Julie can talk about shoes for hours. Instead, I turned my attention inward.

  My eyes stared at the passing foam but my mind was watching Tom fuck Julie. The reality was too hot for me to touch directly and I thought on it in quick snippets and flashes of pornographic video. I'd witnessed a side of Julie I never suspected. What else had she not shared with me? When did she decide to fuck him? Probably downstairs while they were all dancing.

  I glanced at the girls but they were talking a hundred miles an hour. I checked on Tom and studied his naked body, his penis still not fully deflated. He was a stud, I gave him that. Under the water I felt my penis. I was back to my previous shriveled state. What the hell? The water was hot but my dick and balls were more retracted than I could remember. I was glad the suds hid me. Tom walked back to the tub with another tray of drinks. He passed them out and slid in between Michelle and my wife. The three of them covered one side of the tub while I sat on the other.