This is an unintended sequel to another story I wrote. I tried to link it but post won’t let me. You can find the first part on my profile if you’re curious.
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I awoke with a small hangover. It was still dark out. I tried to wrap my head around what had happened. My friend Clay had come to town to visit. We all got drunk and my wife gave us lap dances.
From there it was mostly a blur of me fucking my wife while Clay watched, her moaning while she sucked Clay, and her sucking him off to help him finish. What I remember the most though was leaving to get a drink while she finished blowing him and then returning to Clay fucking her raw.
I came on the carpet hands free while he came inside her. He patted me on the shoulder as he walked past me and down the hall to the bathroom. My wife beckoned me to the bed. I shut the door and made my way to her. My cock was still raging hard as I climbed on the bed.
She laid back on the pillows and spread her legs. I plunged in and a started thrusting. She whispered in my ear, “Give me more. I need more.” I picked up the my speed. “Fuck him into me,” she growled. I came immediately when she said that. I collapsed on her and fell asleep.
Now, I was waking up alone. My wife was nowhere to be found but I had an idea immediately. The door was cracked. I quietly got out of bed and tip toed to the door. I poked my head out and stalked down the hallway. Down the stairs, the tv was on, the blue light filling the room. I could hear what sounded like shooting.
My staircase overlooks the living room. Instead of a banister, there’s a chest high wall. I poked my head above the wall to take a peek.
Clay was sitting on the couch, playing some online shooter. I couldn’t see my wife anywhere. He was just sitting and playing. All I could think of was how he winked at me after filling her pussy.
My wife eventually walked into view. She was carrying a beer and wearing looked to only be a t shirt. She passed Clay and he casually smacked her ass and squeezed. He held his hand there and said, “You need to get those off.” My wife sat down the beer and slowly pulled a pair of panties down from under her shirt while sticking her ass in Clay’s direction. He reached out and gently grazed her pussy. She giggled all cute and shook her ass.
She picked up the beer and plopped down next to him on her knees. She took a few sips while watching him play. Then he said, “you should probably get back to work.” He placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her down to his lap. She handed the beer to his other hand and let him guide her.
He took a swig of the beer and leaned his head back. He kept his hand on the back of her head, so he kept dying on screen. I could see her red hair pop into view occasionally.
Clay kept sighing softly as she worked him at a good pace. “That’s a good girl,” he said with a rasp, “you love that cock don’t you?”
She responded with an “mmmmm hmmm” around his dick. The wet sounds of her blowing him overtook the sound of the game on the television. Clay reached his hand to my wife’s ass and started fingering her. She started moaning on his cock as he stuck a finger in.
My own dick was getting hard. I grabbed it and massaged it slowly. I wondered how far things would go, thinking of what they were doing when I returned from the kitchen.
After a few minutes, Clay put the beer down. He pulled my wife’s face up to his and kissed her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his lap straddling him. Her hand reached down between them and then she lowered herself down, making them both moan loudly.
They didn’t hold back. Right away, she was rocking her hips aggressively. I caught my breath. I thought of saying something. I wanted to say something. But I couldn’t deny the feeling. Watching them together felt so good. I held back moaning as I worked my own dick.
The silence was broken. “Did you like the taste you got?” He asked.
“Yes,” she said through a grin.
“Just had to sneak downstairs and get some more?” He continued. He thrusted with his question.
“You fuck me so good,” she replied chirp, “You can claim me whenever you want.”
“I can claim you whenever for the rest of my stay?” He asked, almost as if he was demanding.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Anytime tomorrow, I can fuck you?” He barked.
“Yes,” she cried. They either thought I was out or just didn’t care about the noise. It didn’t matter. I was trying to hold back from cumming just a few feet away.
“So, I can take you while he’s inside you and mount you in front of him?” He asked, a powerful feeling driving each word into my loins.
It apparently worked for my wife too. She started moaning loudly in a high pitch, “Yes, yes, God yes.”
Clay grunted as my wife slowed her rocking from cumming. She kept moving up and down rapidly from him thrusting but started slowing and repeating, “Oh shit. Good girl…good girl.” His voice getting deeper with each ‘good girl’. They panted together and kissed. I meanwhile snuck up to the bedroom.
I crawled into bed, unsure what to do. I thought about finishing myself off but wondered if she would come back. I waited and almost gave up hope, when I heard her snickering as she came up the stairs. “Good night,” I heard her say quietly.
The door slowly opened and then clicked shut. I laid still with my legs splayed, trying to look naturally asleep. I felt her crawling up the bed, under the blanket. Her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock.
I felt a tongue rub up my shaft and flick my head. My wife emerged from the blanket and straddled me. Her hand wrapped around my dick and steadied it. Her pussy wrapped around me like a warm hug. She was slick. As far as I knew, she had taken four loads already tonight.
She leaned into my ear and whispered, “Did you enjoy the show?” She saw me. I didn’t catch it but she saw me. “Does my dirty boy like to watch me?” She teased.
My cock throbbed. I started breathing rapidly…she could tell. “Fill me,” she said, deep from inside her, “kiss me.” She pulled me in and started kissing me.
I started cumming. I growled loudly…I’m sure he heard me. My wife started shaking on me, but she didn’t wail or moan like she did with Clay. It was quiet, primal. She squirted my cock out of her, followed by whatever cum was inside of her. She squirted all over my cock as rope after rope shot all over my chest.
For the second time that night, we asleep a mess with each other.