My Wife & Her Lover (2 page)

“You taste delicious, and the day that you walked into the gym, I knew that I was going to have your legs wrapped around my head.” She was lightly stroking her kitten, drawing her finger up and down her slit, and that was when I noticed that there was a white vibrator that was buzzing incessantly on top of the bed. It was covered with a sticky slime, which I knew from personal experience was from the confines of Diana’s tight little pussy. If I could've, I would've walked in there and sucked that thing clean, but instead I just stood there and watched this play out in front of me.

“Get that pussy up here, and get those legs wrapped around this head.” She moved her body up over her upturned breasts, stopping for moment to dove fuck her hole with my wife's hard nipples. “You are the first person that I have ever met that enjoys that. In fact, I would say that I have never met a person like you, except for my husband who is always pushing the envelope.”

“Yeah, you told me that he is a bit kinky, and do you think that he would really mind that you and I are getting together?”

“We’ve discussed this before, and I know for sure that he is opposed to having anyone join us in bed together. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, but I can't say the same thing for you.”

“Owww…. ooooh…. you are being a naughty girl.” I had just seen my wife spank Christina, and I actually felt my cock jerk in my pants. She settled her knees on either side of my wife's head, hiking up the leather skirt, until it was around her waist. “Damn, each time that I come over here, my legs are visibly shaking, because I know what you are capable of with that very agile and eager tongue of yours.” I had been on the receiving end of that tongue, and I could testify to the fact that she was very persistent.

Now I was witnessing it firsthand, as I saw her tongue flutter out of her mouth, dancing a tune on her friends pussy, making Christina moan and clamp her knees against my wife's ears. She began to grind her sex up and down over her lips, while I watched the finely toned ass that I had dreamed about, bouncing up and down on my wife's face. It was so surreal that I had no choice but to take out my cock and give it a few tentative strokes.

There was already a small droplet of clear fluid on the tip, and I used that to spread it down the shaft. This was exactly the kind of lubrication that I needed, and I began to watch in earnest as I put my best efforts forward to join them without their knowledge.

Suddenly, Christina twisted around so that she was facing the other way, and that was when she looked up and caught me with my hand wrapped around my cock. The surprise was evident on her face, but that surprise changed over to a look of ecstasy, and a smile that stretched from ear to ear. “Oh yeah, eat that cunt, bitch…I love how long your tongue is. Make me cum all over your face.” I had this feeling that she wasn't just saying that to her, but was really directing her comments at me. It was as if I had unleashed a part of her that she didn't even know existed, and she was enjoying the fact that she now had an audience to her sexual awakening.

My hand was almost a blur of motion, as I continually produced more pre-ejaculate, feeling the telltale signs of my explosive release traveling up from the confines of my balls. I didn't want to go over the top, and I stayed the course by grabbing my hand around the base before I went too far. Christina saw that I was struggling, smiled and then wiggled her tongue at me, while biting the bottom of her lip at the same time ‘Oh god…just like that…don’t stop…fuck meeeeeeeeeeee.” Her eyes closed for a moment, but then they snapped completely open, so that she could see my reaction to my wife bringing her that kind of pleasure. “Honey, you do know your way around the female anatomy, but I have to wonder why you have been hiding this side of yourself from Mike. From your own lips, you have said that he is open to everything, and you really do get an immense pleasure from pleasing another woman.”

“I don’t know, I just don't want to take the chance of ruining something so great.”

“It’s your choice, but I think it's time now for me to fuck that little pussy until you can't walk. Assume the position, and I will get our special little friend ready.” My wife turned over until she was on her hands and knees, and her face was plastered into the pillow underneath her. Christina looked back at me, while fishing around inside a small black bag that I didn't notice until now. She pulled out this large black dildo, but there were straps around it that I suddenly realized the purpose for.

She twisted around and attached the straps to around her thighs, and then held it firmly in her hand, while getting into place behind her. She gave her one long drawn-out stroke, giving her every single inch of that piece of plastic, until her body was up against her ass. “God, I love how your pussy just opens up and eats the whole thing. Your pussy is very tight, and I want nothing more than to see you cum all over this thing.” She looked back at me, stuck out her tongue and put up both of her hands in a Hawaiian gesture of thanks.

Motioning me to come forward, I didn't know if I was willing to take that last leap, but it didn't look like I was going to have any choice. She pointed to my wife, indicating with her hands that she was going to tell her, if I didn't get in there immediately. Walking across the carpet, I saw that my wife's face was turned in the other direction, with unmistakable moans of ecstasy echoing off the walls. She was always a quick trigger, and making her cum was a pure joy, because it was obvious that she enjoyed sex and wasn't just going through the motions. Even her blow jobs were magnificent, and she's always shown that she was very willing to take direction, which is probably one of the reasons why our relationship worked as well as it did.

Christina pointed down to where the dildo had separated Diana's lips, and she then pointed to me and at the crotch of my pants. If I didn't obey, she would out me for spying, so I did what any red-blooded American male would do under these circumstances.

I unzipped my fly, pulling out my cock for her to devour with her eyes. She moved her fist up and down, letting me know that she wanted me to play with myself for her amusement. I didn't see any reason why not, and putting on this solo performance for her was making me want to please her. I began slowly, bringing my fist all the way up to the head, and twisting it in such a way that I was feeling it all the way down to my toes.

Slowly fucking my wife, she was taking her time and drinking in all of the erotic stimuli that were currently being produced by her actions. She gave me this come hither motion with her hand, and I stepped closer to where she was at, until she reached down and grabbed me in such a way that I made an involuntary moan.

Both of us looked at my wife, but she was too engrossed in her own pleasure to realize that the voice was of a man, and I was literally in the palm of Christina's hands. Whatever she wanted to do was beyond my control, and seeing her hand wrapped around my cock was a fantasy come to reality. She got into a rhythm, matching the strokes that she was giving my wife, to the exact same strokes that she was giving my cock with her hand

“I’m CUMMMMMMING.” I could see the lips of my wife's pussy squeezing down on the fake plastic cock. She left her wanting more, jumping down off the bed and pushing me by my ass, so that I got the idea of what she wanted. This was taking things a little too far, and it was one thing to watch my wife cheat, but it was entirely a different matter altogether for me to join in on the action without her knowledge. “Oh god…I feel so empty…fuck me more…fuck me more baby.”

Christina was beside herself with pleasure, as she pushed me into position behind my own wife. Reaching around, she pulled down my pants until they were down around my knees, with my cock and balls completely shaven and ready for action. “Don’t make me wait, as you know how much I need your cock to satisfy this itch that I can't scratch alone.” I was this close to doing something that I didn't feel comfortable doing, but also wanting nothing more than to fuck my wife into the mattress.

I could feel the heat of her hole caressing the bulbous head, but I just couldn't go through with it. Seeing my conflicting emotions, Christina took matters into her own hands, and being that she was already behind me, all she had to do was to hump up against me. This made my cock disappear inside my wife, until my balls were resting against her clit. “Yes, fuck me…I need it so fucking bad…just nail me with that thing between your legs.” Christina was basically using my own body against my will, holding onto my wife’s hips from behind and jamming at me at the same time. This made my cock slide in and out of her, and I could see this wetness spread over my shaft.

“Do you like that cock, Diana, because I have more in me to give you?”

“Yes, I love it and it feels so real…oh god I love it so much.” It gave me great pride to make that bed move with our bodies crashing against each other, while Christina was behind me whispering naughty things into my ear.

“It’s so hot to see you do her like that, and I bet you have fantasized about fucking me. Can you imagine what my pussy would feel like wrapped around your cock right now, how delicious it would be to fuck me, while your wife sat on my face?” She was really trying to send me over the edge, and she was doing a damn good job of getting me there in quick fashion. She started to lick my ear lobe, biting down on it with her teeth, while at the same time reaching around and pinching my nipples. She was really dead set on making me cum in my own wife, and she was doing everything in her power to stimulate all my erogenous zones at the same time.

“Yes, deeper, I want to cum…play with my clit.” Not even thinking about it, I reached around and strummed her clit, feeling her pussy strangle my man missile, trying desperately to milk the seed out of my nuts. She didn't even know that it was a real cock, but it sure felt like she did.

“Yeah, fill that pussy…let it drip out of her and I’ll be there to lick her clean.” That was the final straw, and I bucked repeatedly against her ass, biting down on my tongue, so that I could prevent myself from announcing my impending climax.

“YESSSSSSS.” My wife was pounding her fist on the bed, as my cock spewed forth its load, filling her with the creamy substance that just kept pouring out of me. I had just unloaded everything I had, when Christina pulled me away and made me sit there as she placed her mouth over my wife's hole. “Shit…shit…shit…what the fuck are you…ahhhhhhhhhhh.” She was cumming all over again, and her knees gave out until she was flat on the bed with Christina's face firmly planted between the cheeks of her ass.

Licking her lips clean, she turned to me and pulled me by the hair, kissing me so hard that I could feel her tongue tickling my tonsils. She jumped off the bed, gave a little wave, grabbed her clothes and went out the door with nothing else to say.

I sat there looking at my wife's sodden slit, and I could hear her breathing heavy, trying her best to bring herself back from the brink of orgasmic bliss. She finally opened up her eyes and looked to see me sitting there with my depleted and satiated cock dripping in my hand. “Honey, what the hell are you doing here?” That was when this sort of recognition came onto her features, and she turned in a way, so that we were now facing each other sitting on the bed. “You were the one fucking me and Christina knew it all along.” There wasn't much I could say, because she could already tell that she was right, so there was no use in denying her claim.

“I’m sorry for spying on you, but I guess you could say that it all worked out in the end.”

“That’s good... use the same words that I said to you this morning against me. If I had known that you would have been okay with this, I would certainly have given you the heads up. Do I take this as a sign that you are willing to explore other possibilities in the bedroom? Maybe you would like to join us next time, and finally fuck the product of your desires. You really didn't think that I didn't know about your attraction to Christina, and I know for a fact that she has been eyeing you like a piece of meat every morning with just a towel wrapped around her waist.” I kissed her, letting her know that we were okay, and that I was perfectly willing to bring Christina into the fold.

“I think I could see it in myself to let this continue, as long as from time to time you both allow me to either watch or join in on the fun.”

“That is exactly what I have in mind, and I do believe this will make our relationship stronger than ever.” I couldn't agree more.

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Jenya opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out, only a slow trickle of the jizz that covered her throat. It slid out past her lips to puddle on the floor, as if she were vomiting cum.

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About Lia Marsh

Lia is a TV executive, wife and mother of two, based in Miami, she finds time to sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.

Lia enjoys her new calling with a passion and hopes you will enjoy reading her stories as much as she does writing them.

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