“Fuck look at her go. Her pussy is clenching like a got-damn fist! Dude! You are so lucky!” Then he looked at my face for the first time in a long time. He could see my unease. “Uh oh. You’ve never made her cum from straight fucking before!?”
I looked down at my gasping wife. I didn’t like that he was talking like she wasn’t there, like she was furniture or, or, some slut not my fucking wife. In a way he was right though. Her crossed arms covered the upper half of her face. Her mouth was open, drawing deep sprinter’s breaths, absorbing and mitigating the intensity of her orgasm. It was still going after thirty long seconds of him not even fucking, just holding himself deep with her legs extended up his chest to his shoulders. Her core was quaking. It rolled through her like an earthquake that happened in deep water but was manifest on the surface by waves upon waves. Nowhere more erotic was it visible than in her lovely breasts that, despite their usual gravity defying perk, were splayed to the sides of her chest without her arms as backstop.
“How about squirting?” he asked, still talking like she wasn’t right there.
“Huh?”
“Has she ever, you know, squirted?”
“I’m not even sure what that is?”
It was then that Zack pulled back then slammed his cock home again. Emily’s eyes shot open and she shouted her first intelligible word in minutes. “Oh FUCK, no not yet! Let me come down a litt…”
She was cut off by another thumping thrust that moved her body up the bed a couple inches and back again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh oh, ohhhhhh…” followed as her body took the blows as he leaned into a deep hard thrusting that bumped her pussy forcefully on every inward stroke. Her nipples began rotating violently in opposite directions as he set up a steady pounding.
The game changed again when he hooked his elbows behind her knees and leaned over her folding her in half with her knees practically touching her shoulders and her pointed toes describing circles above his flexing back.
The scream began then. He was deep, really really deep. I began to get concerned her. The ululant wail that built in her, interrupted only by gasps for breath were indistinguishable from someone afraid for their life. I took a step forward, by stone hard cock ridiculously, stiffly wobbled in front of me. The threesome turned cucking forgotten in my concern.
He stopped me dead without even looking up. “Don’t! Stay right fucking there. You might learn something about your fucking wife.”
Who was this guy? I’d gotten used to seeing my lanky skinny friend from back in middle school when we first met. I not realized he’d grown, changed, gotten bigger right in front of me. It was entirely my perception of him shifting, realizing, actualizing. I’m ashamed to say, my cock’s rigidity didn’t flag one iota. If anything, a pulse of arousal surged through me as the slurpy noises coming from my wife’s pussy came back into focus.
Rolling her back had tilted her pelvis up off the bed and had opened her sex completely to him. He’d began rolling his hips slightly so that he angle of entry was slightly upward. He was grinding his cock along the top of her pussy resulting in a visible response from Emily. Her face, neck, and chest were flaming red with veins popping in her neck from the intensity of the sensations.
Instead of the wail, she started holding her breath then blowing it all out and holding again, intensifying the flush.
Zack suddenly said, “Fuck, you’re gonna go aren’t you, you little fucking slut! You’re gonna fucking pop for me! Dave, you wanna help!” It was a command. “Get over here and pull on those fucking nipples.”
I did as I was told even if it meant being awkwardly close to my friend’s bobbing head. I knelt down and reached between them and started tweaking her nipples lightly like I always did.
“No! Fucking twist ‘em!”
I did but wasn’t enthusiastic about it.
“Harder! Trust me!”
I did and she responded impossibly by arching her back even while completely folded like a paper airplane, trying to press her boobs into my hands. So I went with it. I twisted and pulled and mauled her breasts and even slapped them a couple of times with a stinging open palm.
Zack never let up even with my hard cock only a few inches from his face. Emily kept getting redder until I thought a stroke was eminent. Then she stopped breathing. Ten seconds, fifteen, redder and redder. At twenty second she literally screamed like she was dying but over that I actually heard the splash of liquid jetting against Zack’s pubic hair. Immediately, there was a watery liquid running across her belly and down to the sheets. She went rigid as a board and straightened out her legs pushing Zack away but he just went with it above the waist but kept his now motionless cock buried in her pussy to the hilt getting soaked with her juices while getting sucked off by her vaginal walls.
“Fuck yeah! Get it girl, fuckin’ ride that shit. That’s it let it go. It’s all good baby, just ride that shit out,” he encouraged.
He held his position for a few seconds as she thrashed around under him, but then sat back on his haunches pulling his still hard cock free. She don’t seem to notice like she usually does but she also looked like she was in full grand mal seizure, or at least what I’d imagine one would be like. She was in her own world, fully short circuited. The spraying liquid had stopped after the first three or four pulses but the screaming, flailing, and gasping for breath had continued.
He had a very satisfied smirk on his face when we locked eyes. I don’t know if he jerk off with sand paper or what but he still hadn’t cum. There’s no way I would have lasted a fraction of the time he had fucking her as hard as he’d been fucking. It was a miracle I hadn’t cum from just watching. Anyway, he reach up with his left hand and started stroking his cock with purpose.
“Better get your nut dude. She’s out of commission for a while yet, maybe the rest of the night.”
I didn’t comprehend what he meant at first because I was still a little dumbstruck by everything. I looked at my wife, who was still shaking and moaning though nowhere near as wildly as just a few second ago. Her legs were spayed to the sides obscenely. Her thighs and belly were slick and shiny with wetness from her knees to her breasts. Just above that, Zack had his cock in hand, but I couldn’t appreciate the size of it because it was pointed at me head on like a loaded gun. I could see the pinkish tip turn purple then almost angry red. Then suddenly, it fired. As if in slow motion he stiffened, thrust his pelvis forward and the tiny lipped opening in the tip opened and spit a bolt of cum up the length of my wife’s and literally hit me in the chest with way more force than I thought possible. In the grand scheme of things we weren’t hat far apart with me kneeling with my knees either side of her head and him with his knees still under her thighs. But with a different aim, this could have easily hit my face from twice the distance.
I jolted but couldn’t retreat or even dodge because of my position. The next blast didn’t make it as far, instead the droplets stitched a pattern from the hollow of her neck, up her face, into her hair and into the opening between her head and my nut sack. The next one made it to her breast bone and painted her stomach. The rest were closer to what I was used to, dribbling onto her lower belly and all over her pussy.
“Ffffffuuuuuccckkk! Fuck! Fuck!” announced each ejaculation of cum over the two of us. When the big ones tailed off he grabbed is dripping cock and started a rolling stroke to pull the last droplets out to coat his fist and drip onto Emily’s sex. There was so much and it came out so hard that I was glad he hadn’t blasted inside her. He might’ve injected sperm directly into her ovaries and gotten her pregnant this month and the next three too.
A tickling drip reminded me of the spooge on my chest. It had de-coagulated and started to run so I swiped at it but that just smeared it and got it all over my hand which disgusted me for a moment. Then I saw that Zack had started smearing both his and her cum all over my wife’s lower half, again from her knees to just below her breasts. She had come down enough to look up coherently l, smile and give a satisfied purr.
“Help me out man,” he said, indicating her upper half, “but first, take care of that stiffy. You’re going to lose your chance and end up in the bathroom choking it or worse, blue balling it tonight.” He chuckled as he finished.
Form below, I heard my girl’s sweet, sleepy voice say, “Might as well, I’m a mess anyway.”
I grabbed my cock with my cum slick hand, using it as lube without even thinking. My wife tilted her head back and smiled up at me. She then did something I never thought she’d do. She dug in her heels and scooted herself up, under me. I had to lift a little as she burrowed. My sack actually drug across her forehead, then her nose, then dropped right onto her puckered lips. When she exhaled, her breath tickled my taint because her nose was buried there. She started batting my balls with her tongue then lifted her head and slurped one completely into her mouth. I sat a little lower into my crouch so she wouldn’t have to strain and hopefully the heaven would continue. There might have been some concern for my stretched testicle thrown in. I wasn’t being completely selfless.
The heaven did indeed continue. Then she spat that one out and sucked the other one concerningly deep into her mouth. Getting into the spirit of things, I swiped my hands widely across her belly and chest, rubbing in but also gathering more of the slime deposits. After massaging her breasts for a few seconds I went back to business of finishing. By the time my tea bag was good and steeped, I was ready to pop. I pinched the tip to delay the inevitable a couple seconds, then scatter sprayed cum across her breasts like a sprinkler. I came so hard my vision tunneled and my hearing flossed with loud ringing. It was easily the best orgasm I’d ever had, save maybe when I lost my cherry to the mouth of Cheri (the irony, I know) Higginbotham in my Dad’s tool shed.
When I was good and done, Emily tapped my thigh and I remembered she was down there probably in need of oxygen. I lifted off and she sat up wiping her spit covered mouth and face. She looked so fucking beautiful! She was radiant! Her hair was a mess. Her makeup was a mess. Her body was shiny wet from sweat and cum. Her breasts and especially her nipples looked like they had been tortured and the little bit of pubic hair she kept was soaked and matted. But it was the most beautiful I’d ever seen her.
She smiled a little unsure and said, “See? I told you inviting Zack over when I’m ovulating would be fun. You ok?”
“Me? Are YOU ok?”
“I’m fucking amazing!”
I leaned over, grabbed her by the nape of the neck and laid into her with a sloppy tonguing kiss, not caring even for a second what that mouth had been up to for the past hour.
I felt Zack stir. He said as he moved off the bed, “Gonna use your shower to rinse off and leave you guys to it.”
I waved him off, not breaking suction for even a moment.
