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We eventually passed out tangled together: me on the edge, Amelia in the middle, Jake’s heavy arm draped possessively over her. I still hadn’t cum but we were all exhausted and I thought I’d just get mine in the morning when he left.
I woke up sometime in the early hours to the bed shifting. I knew instantly what was happening and pretended to still be asleep, eyes cracked just enough to see in the dim light. Jake had rolled her onto her side, spooning her from behind, his hand sliding between her thighs to guide himself back in. Amelia let out a soft, sleepy whimper as he sank into her used pussy, still slick with his earlier load despite my best efforts at licking up a lot of his cum, much to his delight.
He was going slow, almost tender with long, deep strokes, his chest pressed to her back, lips at her ear whispering things I couldn’t quite hear but could make out from her reactions. She arched into him, one leg hooked back over his, moaning quietly. “Mmm… yes… just like that…”. He was palming her left tit with his left arm as she was facing me with my eyes almost shut.
They fucked like that for what felt like forever, sensual and intimate, the bed creaking softly. Every time she gasped his name—“Jake… oh god, Jake”—my stomach twisted, but my cock throbbed traitorously under the sheets. It was leaking so much precum that the front of my boxers were slick and my cock was sliding around it which felt amazing.
Eventually he rolled her onto her back for missionary, obviously not caring if I woke and saw them or not, settling between her spread thighs. The pace stayed slow, deliberate, deep, grinding thrusts while they kissed like lovers, soft and sweet, whispering to each other between breaths. I could hear fragments now: him telling her how perfect she felt, how he couldn’t stop thinking about her all day; her murmuring back that he was incredible, that she’d never felt so full, so wanted. It was almost worse than the rough fuck from earlier, watching my wife melt for him in this quiet, affectionate way, like they were the real couple and I was just there but not present?
He came again like that, buried to the hilt, her legs wrapped around him as she cooed encouragement in his ear. “Oh yeah cum in me …” They stayed locked together afterward, kissing lazily until they drifted off again.
Morning came too soon. I woke up alone in bed, sheets tangled and cold on their side. Then I heard it: the shower was running and muffled wet sounds echoing from the master bathroom.
I crept to the door, cracked it open. Steam poured out. I could make out Amelia on her knees in the shower, water cascading over her as she struggled to take Jake’s cock down her throat gagging softly, his hand gentle in her wet hair guiding her. Previously she had even tried to throat him, something she’d never be able to carry off. It wasn’t that he was so huge that it couldn’t be done, but she’d been working with much less and just didn’t have much experience with doing it. He glanced over at me and then pulled her up after a bit, pressed her tits against the tile on the back wall, and slid back inside her from behind, fucking her slow and deep. She braced her hands on the wall, ass pushed back, moaning his name over the spray of water saying “Jake … yes …. ohh … god.”
He didn’t cum and the air was cold from me opening the door so they finally emerged, laughing and flushed, grabbed towels to dry off but still touching each other intimately. Jake checked his phone and cursed. “Shit, I’ve gotta get to the airport soon.”
Amelia pouted playfully. “Already? Fine… I’ll drive you. In his truck. That’ll be ok right, honey? Beats waiting on an Uber.” She shot me a wicked grin as she threw on yoga pants, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, pulled on my college hoodie and put on a baseball cap, my absolute favorite look. I noted that she wore no bra and no panties. This from the girl who would never leave the house without looking on point.
I mumbled something about being fine staying home. Truth was, I didn’t trust my legs but I really wanted to watch them in the backseat, something they didn’t even think of, she told me later.
They left with a quick kiss for her and a bro-fist for me from Jake. “Thanks again, man. Epic weekend.”
They made it to his mom’s, he ran in and explained that he was late for his flight, grabbed his suitcase. She stayed in the truck because she didn’t want it to be obvious and she told me later, “No way, Mrs. Trent wouldn’t know I had been fucked all night!: When he came out, she handed him the keys with an upraised eyebrow and he drove straight toward the airport.
My phone buzzed. A text from Jake.
Text message, Jake to Me: 9:42
It was a photo of Amelia behind the wheel of my truck, hoodie zipped low enough to show major cleavage, her hand already on the bulge in his jeans.
He captioned it with all the wit at his command: “She couldn’t wait. Heading to my mom’s to grab my bags first. Your truck smells like sex already ?”
Text Message, Jake to Group: 9:47
A close-up of Amelia’s lips stretched around his cockhead while she drove, eyes up at the camera playfully with another clever caption: “Road head in your ride. She says hi. She’s wearing me out bro, I don’t know how you keep up.”
Then a 24 second clip of her sucking his cock that I sent straight to my Hidden folder.
More texts trickled in as they continued to drive.
Text Message, Jake to Group: 9:53
Pic of Amelia bent over the center console, ass up, yoga pants pulled down just enough to show her pussy, posing for him while he massaged her asscheeks and played with her pussy, she said. “Quick detour. Couldn’t resist that view,” he commented.
Text Message, Jake to Group: 10:07
A really bouncy video, hard to make out at first but I guessed (rightly so that they were in the backseat of the truck and she was riding his cock, hoodie pulled up to feel her tits.) The caption read “Had to pull into a gas station lot. She tried sucking me off the whole way but said I’m too big to finish in her mouth. Climbed in back instead.
Text Message, Jake to Group: 10:09
“Brotherman! She rode me until I blasted another huge load in your wife. We had to hurry because my flight just called boarding soon.”
Text Message, Jake to me: 10:10:
“Tell her I’ll miss that pussy. I’d stay longer if I thought I could cum anymore! I need.a few days to recover, haha!”
Text Message, Jake to me 10:19:
“Thanks for sharing, cuckold ?. Is it ok to call you that now?”
Amelia got home about 40 minutes later, disheveled, makeup smeared, smelling like sex and him. She crawled into bed beside me, pushed my head between her thighs without a word. His cum was still warm and fresh, mixed with her juices, how many loads I couldn’t even guess.
“Clean me up, baby,” she whispered, fingers in my hair. “He wants you to let him know if you can still taste the pineapple,” she said matter-of-factly, like it was reporting the results of the Science Fair.
As I licked her clean, she scrolled through the photos he’d sent me, giggling softly, and moaning a little.
“Not too deep, ooh I’m so sore,” she said as I went in for a deep lick.
“And you can forget about fucking me today, my pussy is soooo sore. It’ll be a couple of days at least,” she said as I lapped away.