I couldn’t catch my breath. I was still working my dick looking at my freshly bred wife. She started squirming on the bed. At first I thought she was just getting up but she just kept thrusting her hips. That’s when I realized she was playing with her clit.
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Her head whipped around and she smiled at me, like she just remembered I was there. She licked her lips and I could see she wasn’t done. She eyed me playing with my dick like she was on the hunt. From within the bathroom, we heard Devon turn on the shower.
She slithered off the bed and crawled across the floor to the couch. She crawled up on my legs and bent over. She grabbed my cock and started giving it a tongue bath. She looked me in the eyes and said, “You wanna cum?” I nodded desperately. “Do you want to take me back to our room and cum in me?” I nodded again.
She climbed off me and gathered her clothes. I got up and pulled on my pants. I opened the door and stepped into the hallway next to our door. As I slid the card into the lock, my wife exited Devon’s room, completely naked. I hastily opened the door and she skipped in.
I locked up the door and turned to her lying on the bed, spread eagle. Her pussy was oozing from Devon’s load. She was gently rubbing her clit. “Come here,” she pleaded in deep, lustful voice.
I stripped as I climbed on the bed and up between her legs. I steadied my dick and effortlessly slid into her. She was soaked and so warm. I could tell a difference in her wetness and warmth from Devon’s load. It took everything I had to not cum immediately.
I worked slow, wanting to savor every moment and also make it last as long as possible. I’m not sure how long we were fucking when there was a knock at the door. I stopped thrusting and waited, seeing if they’d knock again. Sure enough, they knocked again, immediately followed by Devon’s voice. “Hey, hate bother y’all. I could use some help,” he said.
My wife started squirming from underneath me. “Get off, so I can answer the door,” she laughed.
I rolled over, propping myself up on my elbows. I couldn’t believe she was about to open the door. I wondered if I should get dressed. My wife opened the door and quietly chatted with him. “Did we really?” she shouted. She giggled quietly and looked back at me.
She turned and walked back to me on the bed. Devon entered and started locking the door. He was wearing basketball shorts and a T shirt. “Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt you folks,” he chuckled, “don’t mind me. You can go about your business.”
My wife laughed like she was up to something and turned around to me. “Scoot up,” she said. I scooted back and laid my head down on a pillow. She crawled between my legs and grabbed my dick. Her tongue ran up and down my shaft. “His bed is all wet, so he’s sleeping on the couch tonight,” she snuck out before sucking me into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through her hair. I drifted away and enjoyed her mouth sliding down my dick. I felt her head move in my hands and opened my eyes. She was suckling on my head while looking at Devon. He, meanwhile, had removed his shorts and was stroking his cock.
He watched my wife service me with a look in his eyes that said he wanted what I was getting. She turned her head back and started deep throating me. I had never felt her go this deep on me. Every nerve in my cock was tingling.
She dropped my cock out of her mouth and climbed up onto me. She reached between her legs to grab my dick and sank down. We both let out moan. I wanted to cum so badly.
She sat straight up on my dick and started riding. I gripped her hips as she ground into me. She started grinding faster. She took my right hand and stuck my middle finger in her mouth. She looked over at Devon stroking his monster. Almost immediately, she started cumming. Her legs tensed and squeezed me.
She collapsed on me while grinding out the rest of her orgasm. I held her against me as she finished cumming. She slowly started rocking her hips again. Fully recovered. Ready for more.
I was focusing on her pussy sliding up and down my dick when the weight on the bed shifted. My wife still had me pinned down so I couldn’t see. Suddenly, my wife’s pussy was torn away from my dick, leaving it exposed and cold from the air.
My wife was drug down my body until her head rested in my lap. Devon was on his knees behind her, pulling her ass up into the air while her mouth rested on my dick. “Pleeeeeeease,” my wife cooed. Devon steadied his cock and thrust deep into my wife. “Oh fuck,” she yelped.
Her breath was warm on my cock and the movement from her mouth felt incredible. Devon gripped her with one hand and delivered a huge smack on her ass. She yelped again and popped up a little. “That’s right, girl?” Devon groaned, “Whose pussy is this?”
Devon smacked her ass again. My wife chirped, “Yours, daddy!” She was propping herself up by the elbows. My cock was bouncing mere inches from her face. She wrapped her right hand around the base of my cock, holding it while Devon fucked her from behind.
Her face was contorting as she came over and over. Her face was getting fucked closer and closer to my dick, until it was smacking her in the face. She stuck out her tongue and licked my head all while Devon was grunting and giving her back shots. I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded. My load shot up my wife’s face with a little getting in her hair.
“Oh fuck yes,” she cried out, “paint my face while he fucks me.” Her tongue was running up and down my cumming dick. I was in paradise. All the tension erupted from me and I started melting into my pillow.
Devon grabbed my wife and threw her on her back on the bed next to me. He crawled between her legs and pushed his cock deep into her. “Yes daddy,” she moaned, “I want it. Please daddy.” I started drifting off again. Between the shrooms and intense orgasm, I couldn’t stay awake any longer.
My eyes started closing and I was drifting off when I tilted my head toward them. Devon was lying down on top of her, pumping furiously. Just as I dozed off I could hear him grunting and he started screaming, “Oh shit. Take that cum, slut.”
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. The shower was running in the bathroom. I sat up and then heard a high pitched moan from the cracked door.
I got up and snuck over. The moaning got louder as I approached. Through the crack, the mirror was reflecting the half of the shower. The curtain was slightly pulled back and behind it I could see my wife, pressed face against the wall. Her hands were firmly pressed against the wall and it was obvious that Devon was piping her from behind.
I stayed there a few minutes until I heard Devon start grunting. While he unloaded in my wife, I snuck back to the bed and got back under the covers. My dick was throbbing so I started rubbing it. A shiver shot through my body. I kept massaging it until I heard the water turn off.
I turned to my side and waited. After about ten minutes, the door opened. My wife was giggling quietly while Devon mumbled some words I couldn’t make out. They walked to the door my wife said, “Don’t worry…I’ll get him to say yes.” I heard their lips smacking and the door shut. My wife went back into the bathroom and shut the door.
I turned on my back and started rubbing my dick again. I knew I should say something to her, that we should not hang with Devon anymore, but thoughts of her eyes rolling in the back of her head kept my brain preoccupied. I couldn’t stop conjuring thoughts of her moans as she was getting fucked or Devon’s hands gripping her waist.
I don’t know how long I laid there playing with myself, but I was eventually interrupted by my wife saying, “Well, someone looks excited.” I looked up at her. She was in her bralette and panties, and she had on makeup. Her lips were red and her eyes lined with a smoky black. “Keep playing,” she ordered.
She walked over to her suitcase and opened it. “Could you hear us in the shower?” she asked in low, assertive tone.
“Yes,” I eked out.
She slid on a pair of jeans as she watched me jack my dick. “Do you get hard watching him fuck me?” she asked.
A lump caught in my throat as I replied, “God yes.” I couldn’t lie to her.
She pulled out a t shirt and put it on. “Do you want some help with that?” she asked. I nodded as she walked over and grabbed her coat. She put it on and climbed up the bed to me.
She kneeled over my right leg and gripped my shaft. She squeezed it a few times and then started stroking me. “I love how his cock feels inside of me,” she moaned, “it goes so deep.”
I grunted and said, “Please keep going.” Pre-cum started pouring from my tip. She ran her hand around my head and used my pre-cum as lube. She bent down and spit on my head and started stroking all the way up and down.
“He fucked my face against the shower wall,” she said, “he told me I’m going to be his slut for a while.” My cock throbbed in her hand. “You like that idea don’t you?” she teased.
“Yes,” was all I could muster.
She could tell I was getting close and had me in the palm of her hand. “I’m going to go out to lunch with Devon,” she said, “since he has an SUV, he’s going to take me around town to see what’s here.”
I realized that she wasn’t asking, she was telling me. I couldn’t hold back. I erupted. One rope shot up and landed on her wrist, followed by a flood of cum down her fingers. “Goooood,” she cooed, “give me that cum.”
Once my dick stopped cumming, she bent down and kissed the tip of my dick. I was still reeling from my orgasm as she opened the door and said, “I should be back in a few hours.” The door shut as I looked down to see the tip of my dick red from her lipstick.
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