This is another unintended sequel to a previous story. Links are not working well. You can find the other two parts on my profile.
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I don’t drink much. Anything more than a few beers and I’m ruined the next day. Combine that with waking up in the middle of the night to find my wife fucking Clay, my body needed rest. I woke up around 2 pm. My wife wasn’t in bed.
I drank some water and groggily got out of bed. I was hard again. I couldn’t believe my cock was already begging for more. It was difficult to deny. The sights…the sounds.
I stopped at the top of the stairs and listened. I didn’t hear anything so I slowly walked down. I expected them to be on the couch but it was empty. I checked the kitchen to find nothing. After a full sweep of the apartment, I could only assume they were gone.
The knot in my loins was forming again. What were they doing out together? Were they ‘out’ together? I texted my wife “Hey where are you?” and plopped down on the couch.
I fell back asleep quickly and awoke from a text notification.
“Hey, man. It’s Clay. Don’t worry, she’s with me.”
”Clay? Where’s my wife? Where are you guys?”
“It’s all good, bro. We’re out shopping. I wanted to thank her for treating me so well.”
”Shopping? She shouldn’t be treating you at all anymore.”
“Oh don’t worry, bro. You can admit it. You like watching her.”
Before I could reply, I got a video from Clay’s POV. My wife was on her knees between his legs. His pants were open and his cock was in her mouth. I noticed they were in a changing room. She was wearing nothing but a bralette and panties.
She was making a ton of slurping noises and sucking him deep. He was grunting behind the camera. “Oh yeah. Just like that baby,” he whispered.
The video cut off after a few more seconds of her sucking him. My mouth was dry and I just noticed that I still had my erection. I put my hand down my pants and started rubbing. I played the video again. I was captivated by her lips gliding around his shaft.
Another text came through, this time from his number.
“We‘ll be back in a few hours. Something to keep you busy till we’re back.”
It was accompanied by a video. I played it. It was from his POV again. My wife was bent over naked. She was surrounded by blankets and sheets. It looked like the early morning judging by the light too.
It was then I started to realize what I was seeing. That was our bed. Sure enough, the camera briefly panned up to me asleep. My wife was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed on her side, with Clay slowly pumping into her.
They were both trying to be quiet. She was biting the sheets trying not to be too loud. His cock was sliding in and out of her. Her pussy was creaming all over him. Suddenly, he started panting heavily and he stopped thrusting. After a few seconds, he pulled out, followed by a huge glob of cum.
The video ended. I played it again immediately…hypnotized by her pussy spreading open for him. When he started grunting again, I came. The thought of what was happening on screen was too much. My load shot into my shorts and all over my hand.
I dropped my phone on my chest and closed my eyes. The cum slowly leaking from my dick. The sensation was incredible. I dozed off again in the living room alone.
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The front door opened, waking me up. My eyes slowly opened to see my wife and Clay entering. They were both smiling and looked to be having a great time. I wasn’t sure how to react.
“Hey there, sleepy…” my wife cooed.
“Hey, man,” Clay said, “thanks for letting me borrow her.” They both stood at the other end of the couch. He sat down a couple of bag and stepped behind her. “Wanna see what I got her?” He said as placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck.
He unbuttoned her jean shorts and slid them down. He continued kissing her neck, eliciting small moans from her, while her sliding her shirt over her head. My stood in front of me in a black and red lace bustier.
She looked at me and giggled, “like what you see?” Then she turned her head and started kissing him. He reached between them and started fumbling with his belt. He pulled his belt completely off, grabbed both my wife’s hands, and bound them behind her back. He then grabbed her head and bent her over the arm of the couch with one hand and unbuttoned his jeans with the other. She obeyed and gently bent over slowly, mindful that she couldn’t use her hands.
Clay’s jeans dropped to floor. He steadied his dick and thrusted into my wife. They both moaned like they hadn’t yet fucked that day. Clay wrapped her hair in his fist and gently pulled. She was looking up at the ceiling with her tongue hanging out. “Yes, daddy,” she moaned.
“See, man,” Clay said, snapping me out of my trance, “she loves. It’s good for her.” My wife moaned in approval. “Looks like you like it too,” Clay chided me. I hadn’t even realized I slid my hand down my shorts and was jacking off. It felt too good to stop. I decided hiding didn’t make any sense, so I whipped my cock out.
“Jack it for me,” my wife begged, “stroke your cock while he fucks me.” Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She bucked against Clay hard.
“Oh shit yeah,” Clay yelled, “cum slut. Cum on this cock.” While my wife was cumming, Clay looked at me. “Admit it,” he started, “watching her cum on my cock makes you want to cum.”
“Fuck,” was all could muster as the urge shot down my spine. I felt my balls contract.
“Cum, cuck,” Clay ordered, “cum while I claim your wife.”
My load shot out of cock and past my head. The next couple of shots hit my face and then the rest spurted out just few inches. I don’t remember much from it, other than my wife saying over and over, “Yeah, baby, cum for me.”
My head began to settle just in time for me to watch Clay pull out of my wife, pull up his jeans, and scoop her up in his arms. “I’m taking her upstairs to finish up,” he said as he hoisted her up, as she made a cute giggle, “don’t bother us.”
With that, he carried her up the stairs and shut our bedroom door. I took off my t shirt and whipped my face off. I decided not to try going into the bedroom.
Very soon after, I could hear moaning from upstairs. My dick started getting hard again. I grabbed it and started rubbing. I got a video text. I played it. She was face down, ass up on the bed. Clay’s dick was slowly pumping her. The video only lasted a few seconds though. I came…immediately.
They fucked for probably another hour. I jacked off two more times and passed out high. When I woke up it was 5 in the morning, the door was shutting. I got up and looked out the window to see Clay getting into an Uber.
I walked upstairs and found my wife in the bedroom, asleep naked. She looked freshly fucked. She looked gorgeous. I crawled up next to her and big spooned her. She smelled like another man.
Her ass rested in my lap. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled myself against her. After a few minutes, she wiggled her ass. My dick throbbed. “Is that you?” she asked, “finally, want your taste?”
She reached behind her back and rubbed my cock till it was hard but she kept going and I came in her hand after a few seconds. She licked her hand clean and snuggled back up against me.
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