I woke up spooning my wife. Her ass cheeks were perfectly hugging my dick. I was raging hard. Thoughts from the night before kept flashing in my mind. As I thought of Devon’s cock sliding into my wife’s mouth, her ass began stirring.
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She started wiggling and pushing against me. My cock swelled even more. We were both still naked so I popped her hips up a bit and slid in. We moaned as we pushed ourselves together into our spoon fuck.
We got into a rhythm which started waking us both up. I took hold of her waist to pull her on me, which caused her to sensually whimper. It felt good. Almost randomly she asked me, “What are you thinking about?”
I froze for a brief moment before resuming my thrusting. I didn’t want to admit what my mind kept returning to. No matter how hard it got me, I couldn’t admit my wife blowing another man turns me on.
“How good your pussy feels.” I copped out…
“Mmmmmm,” she purred, “Does it make you feel good baby?”
“Yes,” I sighed. It was true. I thrusted a little harder and she let out a deep groan.
She chuckled a little as the rush wore off and said, “Do you think my pussy could make Devon feel good?”
Blood shot to my dick. I felt like I was going to cum. “Yes,” was all I barely could get out past the lump in my throat.
“Oh,” she giggled, “sounds like you might want know too.” She started pushing back against me. Her pussy was gently servicing my dick. “Would you let him?” she asked.
I know what I had said last night but I was drunk. However, I couldn’t deny how much the idea made my cock swell. I played dumb. “Who? What?”
“Let Devon take my pussy?” she cooed.
I breathlessly grunted, “Oh fuck,” as she kept working me.
“Say it,” she demanded, “I need you to say it!”
It was all too much. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t keep my voice down. I just came.“I’d let Devon take your pussy,” I growled while unloading inside her. My increased thrusting and the dirty talk were the push she needed. Just as I shot my first load she squirt me out. We both came all over her legs at the thought of Devon piping her.
We laid together for a minute before she popped up excitedly. She bounced to the coffee maker and started a pot. I was dumbfounded by her energy. She started putting on sweats and grabbed my hoodie.
“I’m going to head to the lobby and see if they have or know where to get breakfast,” she chirped as she jumped on her knees onto the bed and crawled to me. Her red hair bouncing the whole time. She gave me a kiss and grabbed my wallet and the room key on her way out.
I dozed off but it felt like only a few moments later the door clicked open. I turned lazily to see my wife carrying some apples and granola bars. “It’s all they have…even when the weather’s nice,” she smiled.
We ate our breakfast and watched a movie. There really wasn’t much to do so we essentially slept and got high in between naps. The clerk – who turned out was also the owner – told my wife that the diner next door was going to open. Apparently, it was closed down last night but the owner was ready to get some business off the stranded guests.
We skipped lunch that day since we did nothing all day, so we were both famished when we went over to the diner. It was about what you expected: an old side of the road diner with a long counter with stools and booths around all the walls. I expected the menus to be sticky for sure.
I also expected exactly how busy it was going to be. The counter was packed and every booth was full. Some people were even standing at the counter eating their food. The hostess came up and asked us if we wanted to wait the hour to be seated or the thirty minutes to carry it out.
I was just about to suggest carrying out when a deep voice butted in from behind us. “Actually, they’re here to eat with me,” the voice announced. We turned to see Devon moving toward us through the crowd. “I got a booth back over here,” he said, as he gently placed a hand on my wife’s back and led her through the crowd. I looked at the hostess and smiled meekly. She just raised her eyebrows and turned to the next guests.
I pushed through the crowd, following behind them. Devon showed my wife to the booth and sat down next to her. I accepted my spot and sat down across from them. Our booth was in a far back corner. All the noise and chaos felt so far away…like we had the whole restaurant to ourselves.
Devon had been there for a while. He said he got here to people watch before the dinner rush started. My wife asked him if he felt bad taking a whole booth to himself for so long just to people watch. Devon looked her dead in the eyes and said, “I take what I want,” and then turned to me and followed with, “You can tell when people won’t stop you from taking it.” With that, he placed his arm on the back of the booth behind my wife’s shoulder. I felt an immediate knot in my gut.
The waitress stopped and asked if we wanted anything. We ordered and made light conversation. Devon slyly moved his arm off the booth and completely around her shoulder. The conversation remained light but Devon ensured my wife was always the topic of conversation. Our food came and things quieted down for a moment while we dug in.
Devon was the first to break the silence. “Last night was an incredible experience for me,” he said, cleaving the silence with a sharply awkward knife. He looked at my wife, “you have a very talented mouth,” he crooned, almost asking for it again right here in the booth.
My wife awkwardly thanked him and continued to nibble at her pancakes. “You know,” he continued, “I’d really like to thank you for it.” I swallowed at what idea he was about to propose. I wanted to say no now. “I have some mushrooms in my room. I wanted to save them for a good night and this seems like a great one.”
My wife’s eyes lit up with excitement. We’ve only done shrooms once, so I wasn’t surprised she perked up at the offer. “I’m down,” she pounced at the chance. They both turned to look at me.
The knot in my gut sunk to my loins. They both were going to his room to do shrooms. It was up to me where I was. Devon spoke up, “Hey man, what’s the worst that can happen? She already sucked it once and everything’s fine.” I was stunned but my wife giggled at the statement. I agreed to go.
We paid our bill and walked back to the hotel. As we made our way down the hall, I mentally prepared myself for the fact that Devon’s cock was going to be in my wife’s mouth. They were walking ahead of me and he had wrapped his arm around her waist while they laughed at a joke. They were practically acting like they were on a date.
We got to the room and shuffled in once the door was open. Devon sat us down on the couch and pulled up the chair from a chair in the corner. He sat down with a small bag of mushrooms. He encouraged me to take a little more than my wife since I’m a little bigger. Devon took a few bites and turned on some music on his laptop.
We chatted for about half an hour before my wife said she wanted to smoke. She bounced up next to me and asked if I would run next door and grab one of her joints. I exchanged looks with both of them and then agreed. I got up and headed out the door. As it closed, I heard Devon say, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”
The door clicked shut. I grabbed the handle and turned the handle, Devon’s words running through my mind. It wouldn’t budge. I decided the best course of action was to get a pre roll and get back to the room. I think the mushrooms were starting to kick in. My head and body felt lighter, but my stomach was feeling iffy.
I fumbled with the key card in the door but eventually got it to pop open. I bolted to her bag and started digging. My heart was racing as I tossed around the contents of her bag. After an eternity of searching, I found one of her joints and headed back.
I knocked on the door and waited. It definitely took longer than necessary. It eventually opened to Devon standing there with an obvious erection through his pants. He turned and let the door go entirely. It almost shut but I pushed it open and followed him in.
Devon was sitting down on the couch next to my wife as the door clicked shut. My wife was grinning. Her chest and neck were red and her hair was messy. She was trying to catch her breath as she reached out for the joint, “Thanks, babe.”
She took the pre roll and started lighting it. Devon leaned back and put his arm around the back of the couch. I didn’t want to be left behind so squeezed onto the couch. My wife scooted over a bit and sat sandwiched between me and Devon.
We were all quiet as my wife took a hit, she passed the joint to Devon. He took a couple of puffs and inhaled. “You know,” he said as he blew the smoke from his lungs and handed the joint to me across her, resting his hand on her leg, “that blowjob was incredible.”
My wife giggled and I coughed out my hit. They both looked at me and he laughed. “I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he followed up with. My stomach was starting to turn a little and the colors in the room were blurring as I moved my eyes.
I handed the joint back to my wife and noticed Devon was squeezing her leg. “I don’t think that’s a good idea tonight,” I tried to push out as my mind started to take off. The sound in the room got a little muffled and I couldn’t help but sit back.
“Hey, relax man,” Devon said, “I’m just complimenting your wife.”
She smiled. “Yeah, it’s okay. I like knowing how good I work a cock.” She bit her lip as Devon’s hand inched up her leg.
“And you know how to work it,” he punctuated his statement with a squeeze at the top of her thigh, right by her pussy.
I could barely focus on what was happening in the room. All the shapes were moving and I could hear sounds I knew weren’t there. My eyes would occasionally adjust and I could focus on my wife and Devon. I laid my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. I wasn’t fully aware at the time but the mushrooms were really kicking in and I was about to have a bad trip.
I heard Devon say, “How bout a kiss?”
“No,” my wife whispered. They both turned to look at me. At that moment, my muscles were too relaxed to move and I could barely focus on the room around me.
I focused briefly to my wife covering me with a blanket. I was stretched out on the couch now. “You okay?” she asked softly.
“He’s alright,” a deep voice boomed, “just took more than he could handle.
Come join me on the bed. We can smoke another joint.”
I faded out again but could smell weed and hear wet smacking sounds. I came to and saw them making out. They broke the kiss and my wife exhaled a hit. I looked down and saw his cock was out and she was gently stroking him.
I faded out again and refocused to her standing in front of him at the foot of the bed. The room was darker now. The light from the bathroom was the only light. Devon was naked now. My wife was in nothing but her bralette and panties now. She was swaying her ass seductively in front of him. She pulled her bralette off while he reached up and hooked his fingers into her panties.
He pulled them down and she stepped out. She leaned down to kiss him but he grabbed her head and guided her to his lap. She followed his lead and kneeled down while opening her mouth. I faded out.
My eyes closed but the sounds from the room stuck with me. My auditory hallucinations were gone and I could hear everything in the room. My shroom addled imagination was shaped by the blowjob happening just feet from me.
My wife moaned but it was muffled by his dick. His breaths were sharp and he grunted his satisfaction at her work. Soon the sound of spit filled the room.
“Good girl,” he praised her, “make this dick feel good.”
She gasped loudly and took a deep breath, “Yes, daddy.”
“Get this dick hard if you want it to fuck you,” he barked at her. The wet noises resumed. She picked up the pace too. Devon moaned as she throated his cock.
I was exhausted. My trip was starting to settle down and I wanted to sleep. I pulled the blanket over my face and kept my eyes closed. I started to drift off a little. In my dreams, I had flashes of thoughts. Devon tossing my wife on the bed. My wife spreading her legs for him. Her riding him.
I came to again and didn’t know how long I had been out. The room was very dark through the blanket. I could hear the bed squeaking, along with my wife moaning. I pulled the blanket down. The room was still lit by the bathroom light.
My wife and Devon were sitting with her in his lap, fucking in a bear hug. Her ass rocked back and forth as his hands pulled her down by the shoulders with each thrust.
My cock was practically ripping through my pants. I unbuckled myself and started playing with my dick. I had to slow my pace instantly so I didn’t cum.
My wife’s hips started bucking faster. She was moaning and screaming with each thrust. She tensed up and cried out. Devon pulled her down on his dick and grunted out, “try to squirt my dick out this time, slut.” I had a perfect view from behind her. I could see her squirting on his dick.
They slowed down and Devon dropped her on the bed. He then flipped her over and pulled her ass up into the air. I had a perfect profile view of Devon’s cock, as all 9 inches disappeared into my wife.
He buried himself to the hilt immediately. My wife let out a little chirp as he bottomed out. He grabbed her waist and started pumping.
Devon looked in my direction. Our eyes met and he smiled. “Does that dick make you feel good?” he asked.
“Oh god, yes,” oozed from her mouth.
He grabbed her hair with his right hand. Her head pulled back, almost looking at the ceiling. “You gonna cum on that dick?” he grunted.
“Yes,” breathlessly escaped from her.
He started drilling harder. My wife just cried out louder. “Come on,”
Devon barked while pulling her onto his dick by her hair, “be my good girl!”
“Oh shit,” it was low and shaky, but my wife managed to get it out. Her body tensed and she wailed loudly. I saw Devon’s cock be forced from her pussy, followed by her squirting. His cock dangled between her legs as she squirt, soaking him and the bed.
“Yeeeessss,” Devon hissed as he reached down to grab his cock and resume piping my wife. “Yeah, you like that. Your husband does for sure.”
Until that point, she hadn’t even looked my way, but her head whipped around immediately. Her face was covered with sweat and her hair was matted to her face. She didn’t even lift her head off the mattress. She just smiled at the sight of me jacking my dick as Devon resumed pumping her.
Devon was thrusting hard and pulling her back onto him. He was starting grunt more and his movement was getting desperate. He looked me in the eyes and said, “What is it you said you wanted?” he laughed my way, “That’s right, I think I heard through the wall that you’d let me take her pussy.” He gave her one thrust to punctuate his sentence. My wife jumped at him opening her up so deeply and quickly.
I couldn’t believe my ears. He was able to hear us through the wall this morning. My mouth dried up immediately. Devon looked down at my wife as he drilled her and started thrusting faster. “I’m bout to take your pussy, cuck.” My wife moaned louder at his words.
Devon’s breathing got shallow as he picked up the pace. Soon he started to wail like he was hurt. “FUCK. FUCK YEAH,” he yelled, “Oh, I’m taking this pussy. It’s all mine.”
My wife started muttering, “Give it to me. Give me that cum, daddy.”
Devon slowed his thrusting and collapsed on my wife, still moaning and slowly working his load into her. They both collapsed on the bed as they continued working his load into her.
They both quieted down and their hips quit moving. Devon pushed himself off the bed and pulled his dick from my wife. He rubbed his tip against her pussy lips and smacked her ass before getting off the bed. He walked to the bathroom and winked at me before closing the door.