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Your wife loves it to get fucked by a black bull from behind…. right in front of you…. she puts her hands on your shoulders… and wants you to look deep in her eyes…. seeing how much she enjoys the black cock…. until her bull put a big load of black cum in her pussy….
We had a week like this in April. My wife had sex 3 times with 2 different guys in 6 days. I didn’t get to have her that week, but got to cuddle a lot
My BBC Surprise
This happened on March 15, 2021.
It all started with a phone call from Keyon, a very sexy, very married black man, that I’ve hooked up with before. He called from his car on his way home.
“Can I come over?” Keyon asked.
“Yeah,” I quickly answered without question.
“Right now?”
I’d only gotten home from work about fifteen minutes earlier. I hadn’t showered or finished the leftovers my mom had set aside for me from dinner. My family sat in the living room watching television. Well, my parents watched the screen while my sisters stared into their phones, but that still constitutes family time to them.
I looked on from the kitchen island and called out, “Can I have a friend over tonight, pretty pleeeease?”
I did that for two reasons. First, I had just told them that I’d watch a movie - so that wasn’t happening. Second, I did it to play with Keyon. The tone that I used was that of a schoolgirl asking if she can have a friend stay over for the night. The only difference here is Keyon couldn’t stay the night, nor was he coming over to talk about boys or to braid my hair. No, he was coming over to fuck.
“Sure, sweetie.” My dad said. “Who’s the lucky visitor tonight?”
Yes, that is sarcasm and a poke into my side all rolled into one response. Whenever he uses a pet name for me, I know there’s a barb just behind it.
“Keyon.” I answered. “The one that mom thinks is very… nice.”
My dad uttered a low “Hmmm” sound as he shot a look over at his wife, leaving it up to her to answer for him.
“Tell Keyon he can come over.” Said the best mom ever, though, somewhat reluctantly.
I told Keyon the good news and he responded, “I’ll be there in three minutes.”
Shit. He meant it when he said “right now”! I threw my half-eaten plate back into the fridge to finish off later. I barely had enough time to put the plastic wrap on before he was at the door.
My mom, the gracious host that she is, didn’t want to keep him waiting so she took the liberty to let him in. She whispered something into his ear as she spun around his body with the stealth of a trained spy, but I caught it. I weaved my way through the couches to snatch him away. Keyon nodded his head to the rest of my family in this quasi-bow that was meant to show respect.
That turned out to be Keyon’s final show of respect that evening.
I got him almost half-way up the stairs before we heard a coordinated “Have fun!” That bit has become something of tradition, one that seems to never get old - to them. ;)
As soon as I got him into my room he pushed me down by my shoulders, pulled his cock out, and slapped my face with it.
“What did my mom whisper into your ear?” I asked as he took a step back to remove his clothes, a typical married man’s first move. As if I’m not going to leave my scent ALL over him anyway.
Keyon smiled, realizing I’d caught their little interaction. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased as he emerged naked before me, cock in hand, the back of my head in the other.
I couldn’t help but be intrigued, wondering what she said, even as Keyon forced enough black cock down my throat to make me choke. I love being treated like that, as if he owns me. I don’t care to be anything more than a spirited pit stop with warm, welcoming holes on his way home to see his wife.
I felt more submissive every time he tested my gag reflex. With my mouth completely full, he took the tact of teasing me some more. “Your mom said she wants to go next.”
Even though I was about eighty-two percent sure that wasn’t what she said, I moaned onto his cock as if it turned me on. Keyon pulled me back up, flipped my t-shirt off, turned me away from him, pushed my shorts and panties off, then dove tongue first into my ass.
Fuck yes, more of that please! I’d just worked an eight hour shift, but that didn’t deter Keyon one single bit. He went for it and didn’t let up as I clawed and scratched at my bedroom door.
The fact he was taking some of his limited time to pleasure me with his tongue made me think (hope) he’d have more time. Nope. That was just his wonderful way of preparing my ass for what he came over to do.
Once he felt I was ready, he bent me over the corner of my bed, centered himself behind me, spanked my ass twice, popped his big black cock into my pussy for some lube, then rolled the tip around the rim of my ass. Each and every one of those actions made me crave him even more. Each time he got closer to my center, I eased back, begging him to take me.
I turned my head to face him. “What did my mom really say?”
“She told me you’re a bad girl and I should fuck your ass.”
* SPANK *
“Fuck!” I nearly screamed as he hit me with some serious force, causing the smacking sound to rattle through the house.
The pain from that smack was still lingering, offsetting the new pain of having something as big as he driving deep into my tight ass. Keyon didn’t waste any time getting into a rhythm.
He was taking what he came for while my boyfriend was at his house, waiting for my call. I had texted Mark just after sitting down with my leftovers. I told him I was about to eat, and that I’d call him when I was done.
I hadn’t counted on dessert via delivery service.
The way Keyon was fucking me just wasn’t fair. I’d been told to “keep it down” when I entertained my “guests” after causing a “ruckus” the last few times. I was trying my best to keep the loudest moans quelled by screaming into the bunched up comforter that I’d since shoved into my mouth.
The struggle of trying to be quiet while Keyon did everything in his power to force the opposite was pulling an overwhelming orgasm to the surface. He can hit that perfect spot about eight or nine inches deep, the spot that shuts my brain down and sends shockwaves through my soul.
Just as I was about to cum, Keyon pulled out as I squirt all over the edge of my bed. As I stood up he turned me around to kiss my lips. Then back down I went as he pushed on my shoulders. I sucked the cock that was, moments earlier, deep in my ass. Yeah, I’m that kinda dirty girl… and I love it.
Keyon pulled me up with his hands on my hips and set me down on my ass. I laid back on my bed and looked up at him as he pushed my legs back over my head. I held them, as I like to do, angling my ass up as he returned that thick, throbbing cock right back where it belonged.
That is such a vulnerable position where the visuals just can’t be beat. I looked up at Keyon, a strong, gorgeous black man as he thrust harder and deeper than before. We made and kept eye contact as I asked again, “What did my mom really say?”
Keyon didn’t answer, he just put his hands behind my knees, pushing them down as he stayed in my ass, curling me, as he crashed hard and deep. After a couple minutes, he switched to my pussy then back to my ass.
It didn’t matter which hole he was using, I was about to cum hard. I released my right leg to reach my hand down to rub my swollen clit as a long orgasm burst through me. I rubbed fast, as hard as I could. I began to squirt, spraying it all over myself, covering my stomach and parts of my chest as Keyon fucked my ass until I pulled my hand away…
I was left shaking and sweaty as my head dropped back. My legs were listless, my breath heavy. I felt all but an empty vessel, no more than a set of holes for Keyon’s continued savage use. He went back and forth between my pussy and ass until he pulled out and came all over my body, covering me with a thick white cream burst in two long ropes, so hot that I wish Mark had been there to witness it… and clean it up.
Keyon grabbed one of the towels I keep on my writing chair, the one I’m sitting at right now, to wipe himself off. He tossed that same towel over to me, even though there was a clean one beside it.
While he got dressed, he finally told me what my mom had said. According to him, and he swears to this exact wording, “Do try to keep it down while fucking my daughter tonight.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because the “Do try” did sound a lot like something she would say. Whether she used the word “fucking” is still up for debate. She claims no such thing was said, nothing at all in fact, even though I saw her.
I walked Keyon out wearing just my t-shirt after having walked him up to my room with shorts on. I mean, who would notice such a small detail?
Another head bow and a “thank you” later, I waved to Keyon as he hurried back to his car. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen island and finally made that call to Mark.
I told him to jerk off while I sat on that last clean towel in my room. I pressed my massage wand between my legs and detailed everything Keyon had just done to me in excruciating detail. I heard Mark’s orgasmic sounds grumble as I told him about the part where Keyon was going back and forth between my ass and my pussy. That’s when I heard him “guhhhh” as he splashed cum all over himself.
I’m pretty certain I’m the best girlfriend ever. ;)
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Study Hard
My finals were fast approaching but I just wansn’t in the mood to study. I stared out the window at the rain gently tapping, inviting me to play as the muffled sound of Jeff’s nagging oddly comforted me. My eyelids began to droop and the sound of his low, sexy voice began to fade into the background, replaced with nothingness.
“Rachel! Come on, wake up lazy girl!” he barked, slamming his hand on the study room table, rattling the history book and jolting me awake. I snapped out of my trance and noticed that he trapped me between his lean but firm arms. I turned around and his handsome, chiseled face was inches away from mine and his beautiful blue eyes filled with irritation. He began to speak again but my mind wandered again, concentrating on his smooth skin and alluring lips slowly parting and closing again, a little glisten of light bouncing off his cupid’s bow.
“Huh? I was listening!” I mumbled, snapping out of my trance again and turning back around, flipping my pony tail into his face. “I was just thinking about this question… that’s all. You know, getting all deep and stuff.”
“Oh ok. Look, I’m just trying to help you so you don’t fail. I don’t want you to lose everything at this last hurdle and I know that you’ve been struggling with this all year,” Jeff sighed, lifting one of his hands and putting on my head. I began to slowly close my eyes, lean back, and nestle into his abs.
“Hey, wake up! Don’t even think about sleeping. I don’t know what to do to get you to study! It’s so frustrating! We’ve been at the library for so long everybody’s left,” Jeff growled, taking his hand off my head and running it through his beautiful, soft brown hair. He sat down in the chair next to me, his face as serious as I’ve ever seen it. The cloudy weather with the combination of low lamp lighting created a graceful outline of his body, making him look godlike. I bit my lip, my mind spacing out to of Jeff suddenly ripping off his shirt, putting me on the table and fucking me. I imagine his strong arms rippling as he clutched my hips, his thick, erect cock plowing into my wet pussy… How he would stick his tongue down my throat, hungrily tasting every inch of my mouth… God, I wish it would happen so bad. My core ached and quivered with the thought of him laying me on the table…
“What are you even thinking about right now? Probably nothing because all you have in your head is air?” he scoffed.
“Sex-I mean nothing. You’re right. Just hair. I mean air. Air,” I blurted, pushing my hair back behind my ears and blushing a bright, bright tomato red. I totally wasn’t thinking, it just slipped out. Of course Jeff would never do something like that. He was a golden boy and way out of my league with his looks and brains. The only reason why he was even helping me was because I begged him to help.
I’ve known Jeff since high school and he’s always been popular, with a gaggle of girls at his heels, ogling him. At first, I didn’t think much of him because he always had girls clinging onto him and he dangled himself in front of them. However, after I entered womanhood, he seemed to change. He no longer hung out with a harem of girls but instead with piles of books and papers. When I fist asked him to help me, he agreed, only to torture me during our sessions. He always snapped at me when I answered questions wrong and hissed when I dozed off. However, the more time I spent with him, I caught little glimpses of his sweet side too. He would have a goofy smile when I answered a question right and his eyes were soft and beautiful when he explained things, and I swear, sometimes I caught glimpses of him staring at me sweetly. Slowly, with all of the sessions we’ve had, his big, athlete frame leaning over me, our fingers brushing accidentally, his sweet breath heating my already hot ears, I became aware that he was a man and my body and mind took over, wanting him and making up weird scenarios, usually all taking place in this very room.
“Oh? Little Miss Innocent just blurted out her true feelings to me,” he cackled, pushing back his chair and trapping me between his arms again. This time, he leaned in close, his face right behind my neck, his hot breath sending tingles through my ears down to my stirring core. I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat as my heartbeat quickened. “Who knew such a girl could be thinking about such d-i-r-t-y things,” he continued. I gasped as he leaned in closer, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked the nape of my neck from my sweatshirt collar up to my hairline. The warmth of his tongue made me shiver with anticipation and all the hairs on my body stood up straight, legs ready to just swing themselves open and let him in.
“How about we play a little game, Rachel? You get a question right and I take off a piece of clothing. You get it wrong, you take a piece off. Fair enough?” he taunted, sitting back down in the chair, facing me with a smirk. The light that made him look godlike before suddenly made him look like a devil. A sexy devil.
“Uh… Yes. We can do that,” I choked out, barely above a whisper. I closed my eyes for a second and prayed to get every answer right so I could see his body in its full glory. Who cared if we were at the library. He said it himself, everybody had left. I pulled the book close to my body and with quivering hands, began to skim the chapter, my full focus on the content, ready to conquer all the questions.
…
30 minutes later, I set the book down, perked up in my chair, determination oozing from my face. I knew everything that I had to know about ancient history and I was dying to see Jeff naked. “I’m ready!”
“Good,” Jeff replied, pulling my chair closer to his so our legs were touching, my skin tingling where we made contact. Quietness filled the air as we stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like eternity. Finally, he reached up and cupped the side of my jaw, his fingers just touching my ear. He leaned in really close, his lips resting on my ear. “Rachel, first question…” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending vibrations throughout my body. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and my pink tongue shyly poked out of my mouth, licking my dry lips, dazed at the intimacy. My eyes met his and he smiled sweetly, awaiting an answer like an expecting puppy. Too bad all those history terms I etched into my brain for the last 30 minutes flew right out of my other ear as soon as his leg touched mine. “…So, what’s you answer?”
“Um. Um… can you repeat the question?” I choked out, unable to look at him in the eye.
“Rachel…” he began. I glanced up expecting to see his eyes narrowed in irritation but instead, he leaned back, a smug smile on his face, his fingers laced together on his lap. “That’s pretty poor. Take something off,” he finished, his smile now in an ear-to-ear grin.
I opened my mouth to object but closed it. I had to play this right if I wanted to see him naked. So what, I got one question wrong. There were six more questions so all I had to do was get the rest right. Maybe he started out hard? I didn’t want to reveal too much in the beginning either, thinking about what to take off. I only wore a sweatshirt, shorts, sandals, and undergarments. I pulled a lock of hair from my ponytail and twisted it… I smirked, my eyes bouncing from one blue saphire to another.
“Okay.” I wrapped a finger around my ponytail holder and pulled it through my sleek hair, releasing it from its tight grasp. My hair fell around my face, softening the harshness of my high cheekbones and accentuating my jaw line. “There it is.”
Jeff scoffed, annoyance flashed in his eyes. “What the hell is that?!”
“A piece of clothing. You made up the rules.” I flicked the hair tie at Jeff and giggled a little bit. Yeah, even though I’d gotten the first question wrong, I could get the rest right. All I had to do was clear my mind…
Five questions later, I sat shivering in just my plain bra and mismatched polka dot panties while Jeff sat fully clothed, smirking with amusement. I pressed my hands into my thighs and I couldn’t look at him without dying with embarrassment. I thought I could answer at least one question right but with every new question, he upped his intimacy: touching my leg gently with his large hands, stroking my bare back, brushing a piece of loose hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear, lips brushing my cheek. Each little action made my brain fog; unable to function and my body yearn, pushing closer and closer to his body for more of his touch.
“Is… Is it deoxyribonucleic acid ?” I whispered.
“No, it’s not DNA. Take another piece off, Rachel. Wow, I thought that the wager would motivate you but it really just… wow. I got to say though, you’ve got a nice body. You shouldn’t be hiding it in these baggy sweatshirts,” he said, picking up my sweatshirt I loved to wear and tossing it across the room, close to the door.
“I… uh… can’t take anything else off,” I replied, the blood rushing to my face. Although I was extremely embarrassed, I was also extremely turned on and I didn’t want him to see it. My nipples were erect, pressing against the cotton of my bra and my pussy was so wet, I was sure my arousal soaked through my underwear and the mesh fabric chairs. “We’re in a public place,” I choked out.
Jeff leaned in, placing an arm on the table in front of me and the other on the back of my chair, gently brushing my bare back, right above my bra hook, making me blush even more and sending an electric shock down to my core. “What do you mean you can’t take anything else off? You made the deal. You got to take something off. Besides, nobody’s here,” he coaxed. I stole a look at his face and the irritation in his eyes was replaced fully with desire and his lips curled in a playful, sly smile.
“My bra!” I almost shrieked. “Ok. Yeah, ok, but you’ll have to take it off for me,” I whispered, blood rushing to my cheeks.
“As you wish.”
The hand that was on the back of the chair swiftly came into action, unhooking my bra expertly and letting my B cup breasts pop out. I removed my hands from my thighs and set my head down, blocking Jeff from seeing my erect nipples. The cool wooden table was a nice relief from the rest of my flaming hot body. Peeking a little bit, Jeff stared at me stunned as his arm automatically threw my bra on top of my sweatshirt perfectly. I gulped, thinking about what he would do next as I didn’t want him to discover my wetness I was sitting on.
“We can, uh, end here now if you want,” he stammered, turning around to stare out the window.
Heart pounding from the embarrassment, my mind swam about how he started this game and now he wanted to just end on his terms. Here I was, in just my panties, wet as the rain outside and he just wanted to end? I don’t know how I thought this would end but now was possibly the only chance to make my little fantasy before into a reality. With a shaky heart and all the courage I could muster, I draped by body over him, my exposed breasts gently grazing his back, nipples pressing into the soft fabric, making him shift in his seat. “Wha… what do you mean stop,” I whispered unevenly into his ear. “Don’t you want to keep playing and see how this goes?” I expected him to flinch, push back the chair, and run out of the room but instead, he turned whirled around and pushed me down on the table, locking down both my arms, and knocking back both the chairs.
Jeff’s eyes glowed with lust and greed, his breath rough and shallow. “Ever since you came here, all I can think about is you. You never look at me. I could have any girls’ eyes except for yours and it drives me nuts,” he growled. “You grew up to be so fucking cute. When you asked me to tutor you, I thought it was my chance but no, it still seemed like you had no interest, no desire. Do you really want to see what happens, Rachel?” Jeff lifted one his hand from my arms and gently stroked my pussy slit over my underwear. I sucked in cool air at his hand’s warm touch. My groin pushed out, wanting more of his touch and my knee knocked against his bulge, feeling his fully erect penis through his shorts. There was no denying that I was wet down there and his fingers confirmed it as he slowly rubbing up and down my region, the distinct sound of my arousal being teased echoing in the air.
“Aa… Jeff—”
He quickly pushed his body onto mine, his lips pressed up against mine and hot tongue snaking its way into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned into his mouth as his hand on my core pressed my hard pearl over my panties. As his tongue retreated from my mouth, I sucked in his lower lip, nibbling on it, a low groan escaping from his mouth.
“I kept myself under control for the longest time but after seeing you today, babe, it was really hard. I tried but when you wanted it too, I couldn’t hold back anymore,” Jeff admitted, leaving explosive pecks on my face and neck. “Last question… what do you want me to do?”
“I… I… I… I want you to… you know,” I mumbled, blush spreading through my body and eyes unable to meet his gaze.
“Wow, Rachel… Wrong answer. Again. Your panties are gonna have to come off. But first…”
The corners of his mouth curled into a devilish smile and he leaned in, his rough lips meeting my neck. His tongue peeked out and swirled on my skin before sucking a little nub of skin into his mouth. “You taste sweet… Just how I imagined you would,” he whispered, biting into my neck for a second mark.
His hands cupped my perky breasts and he pinched my nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and pointer finger. After he finished suckling on my neck, his lips trailed down to my bosom, leaving hot kisses burning in my skin. He flicked one of my nipples with his tongue and sucked while his hand hungrily groped my other breast.
“Ah…Ah… Jeff…please” I breathed out involuntarily as my back arched on its own, little strokes of ecstasy dancing down my back and hotness swelling between my legs, wetness leaking out from my pussy as he kept stroking through my panties. I wrapped my arms around his neck for a second, buried my head in the crook, and breathed in deep, the smell of his salty skin mixed with a hint of men’s body wash intoxicating me and making me whine for more. “I… I… I can’t stop thinking about you now. I haven’t been able to for a while… Since you’ve started to tutor me,” I confessed, blushing deeper red and taking a little nick of his neck before collapsing back down.
“Have you been thinking about this all along, Little Miss Innocent? Have you thought about how I’m going to fuck you right now, right here? You’ve been so naughty, Rachel.” He fondled my breasts, his hand that was playing with my groin found the edge of my panties. Jeff slowly peeled it off, revealing a trail of wet stickiness that clung. He released my breasts from his deliciously hot prison and threw the panties on the ground, pushing my legs apart, forcing me to reveal my cunt to him. My body became even hotter and my hands instantly reached down to block his view. “You were already so wet, weren’t you, Rachel. That’s so fucking hot.”
“I haven’t shaved in a little bit,” I said, looking away. He gently lifted my hands away to reveal the short, prickly hairs curving around my labia. Jeff leaned towards my body, one of his hands caressing my slit and the other reaching up and cupping my breast again. He gently squeezed, gripping my whole breast easily in his hand. My hands found their way to his hair and they acted on their own, running through his soft, sweet hair and twirling little locks as he hit my pleasure points. His fingers pinched my clit, gently rubbing and pulling, hotness from my pussy now oozing out. Noticing the new accumulation, Jeff expertly dragged his finger from my clit to teasing my opening, drenching his digit in my juices. He lifted his fingers and pushed them onto my lips, the smell of my own saltiness gently wafting in my nostrils.
“Taste yourself, Rachel,” he growled, his emerald eyes intensely staring at my lips. I opened my mouth cautiously and he slipped his finger into my mouth, my tongue instantly picking up the foreign taste in my mouth: salty, primal, hot, with a hint of a metallic taste.
“You’re teasing me,” I moaned. He slipped his finger from my mouth and cupped my other breast, squeezing both of the them roughly now. His thumbs pushed into my erect nipples and released, my nipples slowly popping out more erect than before. My body quivered and bucked forwards on its own, begging for not just his fingers while my mind envisioned him pumping his cock into my pussy fast and hard.
“I can do more than just tease,” Jeff replied. He pulled forward one of the knocked back chairs, sat down, and pushed my legs apart, exposing my pussy to him even more as he leaned in, his face now inches away from it. He dove in, his tongue splitting my lips apart and lapping up my juices.
“Mmmm… Ahhh… Ahhh… It feels so good,” I groaned. My back rounded up once more with anticipation. A shudder rippled through my body with just his licks and my hands instinctively found my breasts, my fingers pinching and rolling my nipples with the rhythm of his tongue. He swirled it over my clit, building up my orgasm, making me moan louder and raspier.
“Shhh! Be quiet, Rachel!” Jeff snapped, lifting his head from my groin and shooting me emerald daggers. “Be quiet or I’ll make you,” he continued, before going back in, rhythmically licking my enlarged clit with his tongue and finally inserting two fingers into my vagina, stroking the special spot on my walls.
I cried out again, the pressure of his fingers filling me and the stroking creating another hot pleasure storm I couldn’t help but keep crying out, moaning raspier and quicker, my throat becoming incredibly dry. My hands found his head once again and pushed it harder into my clit, as my hips grinded against his soft tongue. He slowly built anticipation at first, but now it piled up fast, each stroke and lick collecting endless amounts of craving and bolts of uncollected desire through my body, making my back arch, my butt flex, and my hands push harder.
“Rachel!” Jeff abruptly snapped again. “Since you can’t even be quiet, I’ve got to keep you quiet.” He retracted his fingers and tongue quickly, cutting my body off of its sweet supply and making me whimper. He reached into his backpack and produced a tie. Jeff leaned over me, his clothes touching my exposed pussy, the soft fabric and extruding body heat making my stomach churn for more. Without saying a word, he tied it tightly around my mouth, making me unable to speak. “Since you can’t’ be quiet by yourself, this will help you be a good girl.”
He smiled at his handiwork and pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his broad chest and shallow abs from years of playing sports. In one swift movement he flipped me over onto my knees. I turned around and saw him unzip his pants and drop them onto the ground. As his erect penis bounced up from his boxers, I couldn’t help but stare. It stood slightly above average, leaned a little to the left, and had healthy, thick blue veins. His area was neatly trimmed and when he took it in his hand, stroking so gingerly with a little dollop of clear juice at the tip, I couldn’t help but imagine him masturbating to this exact scenario making my ears go red and a muffled moan escaping my mouth, eagerly waiting for it to go in.
“You want this, Rachel?” he taunted, taking the tip and slowly rimming my vagina and quickly moving up and down the slit, putting thick pressure on my clit in the process. I let out another stifled moan, backing my ass slowly, signaling to him that I wanted him in me as soon as possible.
After a few minutes of teasing with his member, he plunged it into my pussy, sending thousands of pleasure ripples through my body as his whole cock pushed against my edging walls, making them squeeze it even tighter. I screamed into the tie and saliva flooded my mouth, drenching it. I closed my eyes and my hips began to move on their own, hungrily gobbling his cock until it couldn’t fit it anymore and slowly releasing it, the ripples turning into tidal waves pounding through my body with each time my vagina fully sheathed his penis.
“Fuck.. Rachel. You’re so tight… Ah.. Ah…” Jeff breathed unevenly between thrusts and low, lustful grunts. His hands clawed at my back, his short finger nails burning my skin with every scratch and then soothing it ever so gently with the warm palm of his hands.
I turned my head around as he laid his hands on my hips. He threw back his head and let out a low and raspy growl of his own. Our eyes met and his flashed with his lust and greed building up to completion. Jeff lifted his hand and quickly slapped my ass, making it sting and making me groan out of frustration and hotness. One of my hands found its way to my clit and quickly started rubbing with the rhythm of his thrusting. With it in sync, pleasure poured over me and I couldn’t help but moan, my tongue soaking the tie even more in saliva and heat.
Jeff slapped my ass a few more times in the same spot, making it sorer and sweeter with every hit. Abruptly, he took me by my hips again and started pounding quicker, groaning with each pump. I could feel his erect cock hardening in my pussy as I squeezed it tighter and tighter with my sticky, wet walls. I couldn’t think, my brain was empty of thoughts and filled with sex and pleasure. My breath became short and heavy, drool dripping out of my mouth. I couldn’t take anymore much longer as he fucked me the hardest and dirtiest I’d ever been fucked.
“Fuck! Oh, oh, oh…Aa..A..Jeff,” I struggled to breathe out as the pleasure built up and was about to explode. I turned back to look at him again and he flashed me a grin, his eyes becoming intense. He was about to cum as well. I closed my eyes and swirled my hardened pearl quicker and harder until I felt my pussy pulsating around his cock, grabbing it over and over and my clit becoming untouchable without making my body buck wildly. I shuddered and all my muscles tightened as I huffed out long breaths that seemed to take out all of my air and inhaled hungrily to replenish my body for another orgasm. The tidal waves of pleasure overflowed and opened the gates of captivity, pouring freely from any hole it could find in my body. My nostrils flared for extra air, frustrated moans fought through the tie, and extra wetness dripped from my pussy. I opened my eyes again and Jeff gasped, pulling out his penis, his hand quickly stroking his hardened cock. I got down on my knees and he released his cum, hot and salty, all over my face as he let out the lowest, longest moan of ecstasy.
After catching his breath for a second, Jeff knelt down and untied the tie. He leaned in and kissed me roughly, his hands pulling back my hair, and his tongue exploring my mouth. I kissed back, taking in and storing the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth, his lips brushing against mine, hands entangled in my hair.
“Rachel… That was… great,” Jeff said, pulling back. He reached over and rummaged in his backpack, producing some paper napkins. He gently swiped at my face, collecting the evidence of our dirty encounter.
“I… I can’t believe we just did that,” I replied, looking down. Suddenly, I was reminded that we were completely naked and my embarrassment crept back to my face.
“What time is it? Oh shit, we’ve got to go! It’s 9 o'clock. They’re going to start making their rounds soon!” Jeff exclaimed, popping up and quickly putting his clothes back on. He retrieved my clothes from near the door and handed them to me, holding onto my panties. “I think I’ll keep these as a little reminder of today,” he said with a wink.
“What am I supposed to wear then?” I whined, quickly doing my bra and pulling on my sweatshirt. “I… I can’t go back without anything… there.”
Jeff leaned in, his lips centimeters from my ears, the hotness of his breath making the hairs in and around my ear stand again. “Well, you’ll have to. It’s your homework for next time,” he replied, kissing my ear lobe.
I pulled up my jeans and grabbed the soaked tie, dangling it in front of Jeff. “Then, I’ll keep this as a reward then.” I pocketed the tie and turned around, collecting my things when it dawned on me…
“Shit. I wasn’t able to study today.”
Jeff chuckled. “Well there’s always the same time tomorrow,” he replied with a smile.
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It is both what you most feared, and what most drove your psyche that created your desire to watch Anne, your sweet wife, spread her legs, exposing her naked cunt to me, and to watch my thick cock pumping into Anne’s tight pussy. You watched the lips of her pussy stretched around the thick, barrel of my cock, hearing her moans of pleasure as the length of my cock pushed into her pussy, stretching the walls of her cunt around my shaft, my cock sinking deeply inside of her. You knew from your own pleasure of your cock in Anne’s cunt the wonderful, wet, warm intense feeling of your cock enveloped by her cunt. You knew the buildup in sexual tension in your own cock in her cunt, that passed the point of no return, and the feeling down into your balls, as your orgasm took over, and your cock spewed your sperm into her pussy.
You heard my deep groans of orgasmic pleasure, watched my balls contract, my shaft pulsing, my cock pumping my sperm into the depth’s of Anne’s pussy. I have finished fucking Anne, her legs are spread, her lips of her pussy coated with my sperm are hanging open, cum slowly seeping out of her pussy. Anne intentionally splays her legs open, displaying her cum filled cunt to you, knowing your tangled sexual arousal and excitement and your emotional confusion. Looking into your eyes, she asks you,”Did you like that? Did you enjoy watching him fuck me? Does it turn you on to see his cum leaking from my pussy?” Anne puts a finger into her cum soaked cunt, scooping my cum out of her pussy, puts her finger in her mouth, and sucks my cum off of her finger. She looks directly into your eyes, knowing that she is stirring your sexual and psychological desires. Anne tells you, “That was fun. I’m going to fuck him again.”
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The Test...
Danny drained the remnants of his beer from the bottle, his eyes and thoughts on his attractive blonde wife standing at the beach-bar a few yards away. A sudden breeze opened her wrap-around skirt briefly allowing him to get a flash of her tanned thigh and panties. There were others sitting around tables as the evening sunset began to take hold but no-one else seemed to notice the sudden flash of naked flesh.
The barman who was serving her didn’t get a look either; it was difficult from his vantage point. Danny had no doubt though that the barman would have liked to have seen what he had seen; he knew the look of lust when he saw it. He had seen that look when they first arrived three days ago and he had seen his eyes light up every time they had paid a visit to the bar which lay a few hundred yards from their apartment. It was clear to him that the Jamaican bar owner had the hots for Claire, his wife.
They were talking about him though. Every now and then they would look across at him. Danny began to feel a little disconcerted as well as curious. He knew Claire well; they had been together for ten years now, eight of which as man and wife; they also had two children together, so he knew that the look on her face was serious. Still, he sat there watching them talking; waiting patiently for her to return with their drinks.
It was almost ten minutes later when she moved away from the bar and her admirer, and came back to the table.
“You were deep in conversation there?” Danny said as she sat down. She ignored his question. “You know when you booked this holiday how did you actually find this place?” She asked him.
“I told you,” He replied. “on the internet.”
“I know but where?” She asked him again.
Danny shrugged his shoulders. “I just googled adult holidays.”
“Adult?”
“Yes as in adults only.” He replied. “Why?”
“Adult as in adult?” She asked.
“Adult as in no children.” He told her. “That’s what we wanted after last year’s disaster in Orlando.”
She knew what he meant. Last year they had ended up in a family resort full of hyperactive kids and it had ruined their intended rest and relation break. Though they had children of their own and enjoyed holidaying with them there were times when they needed quality time together.
“But did they say anything else about the resort here?” She asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders again as he took a swig of beer. “I didn’t bother going into much detail. It was a last minute deal.” He replied. “We always fancied Jamaica anyway so I just booked it. Why, don’t you like it here?”
Claire leant forward and spoke quietly. “Do you notice anything about the place?”
Danny looked around him quickly. “Yes, no kids.”
“Look closer.” She told him.
Danny looked around again. The two closest tables to them each had two white couples with a black male sat with them. There were two more tables with a lone white male; there were a couple more tables with white women sat with black males and then there was a large crowd around three tables put together. The crowd consisted of six white females with six black males.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Looks pretty normal to me.”
Just as he finished speaking a white woman and a black male appeared from the direction of the apartments walking hand in hand. They brushed past them as they sat down at one of the tables that had a lone white male sat at it. The man had a smile on his face as he stood up and gave the woman a kiss. “Have a good time darling?” They heard him say.
The woman said something that they could not hear clearly and then she said more loudly “How about getting Ezra and me a drink.”
Danny looked at Claire. The penny was beginning to drop. Claire leaned forward “Joe was telling me that this resort is a haven for cuckolds” She said quietly.
“Cuckolds?” Danny asked, trying to be as quiet as Claire.
“Married women come here for a break without their husbands and some husbands like to accompany their wives and allow them to sample the local males!”
The blood drained from Danny’s face. “How……how…..do you know that?” He asked her.
I told you.” She replied. “Joe told me.”
“He……he….he doesn’t think we’re like that does he?” Danny asked.
“Well, he did ask if you’re a cuckold but I soon put him right on that.” She answered. “He’d like to cuckold you though!”
“He can bugger off!” Danny snapped back.
Claire smiled and leaned forward to give him a reassuring kiss. “But you do like to fantasize about me with another man, don’t you?.” She teased softly.
“Yeah…but it’s just a fanta…” He started to say. ‘Wait, you’re not suggesting that you actually want to try it are you??”
Claire smiled. “Well……if the opportunity arose…”
Danny had no chance to respond because Joe suddenly appeared with a tray of drinks. “On the house.” He said as he put the tray down.
Joe held out his hand “I’m Joe and you must be Danny.” He said before pulling up a chair. Danny began to feel uneasy as he sat down between him and Claire. “That’s me done for the night.” He said as he sipped on his drink.
The three people from a table behind got up and walked passed them; the white woman and the black male held hands and the white male followed on behind. The black male spoke to Joe as he walked passed and Joe said “I will, have a nice time my friend.”
Danny looked at the white male following them; he wore shorts that had a prominent bulge in the front. “There goes one happy cuckold.” Joe commented.
Danny felt uncomfortable. He knew that Joe wanted to cuckold him and he also knew that Claire would do it if given the chance. “Maybe he isn’t happy.” Danny said. Joe laughed “Did you not see his stiffy?” He said. “A cuckold will always have a stiffy when his wife or girlfriend is with another man.”
“Have you cuckolded many men Joe?” Claire asked.
Danny was shocked that she would ask such a question.
“Yes.” He responded looking at Danny.
Danny looked away.
“What do you get out of it apart from the obvious?” Claire asked him.
It’s a combination of things.” He said as he sipped his drink.”But like my friend just then, I do get a buzz in that situation, taking the wife away to pleasure her and having her husband as an onlooker with a stiffy.”
“He did look excited.” Claire commented. “Do they always get that excited?” Joe smiled. “You bet.” He replied. “It’s the first sign that they enjoy being cuckolded. We always call it the cuckold test.”
“The cuckold test?” Claire asked.
“Well if you’re with a couple for the first time and you’re paying the wife some attention and the husband gets a stiffy then you know that he’s up for it. He’s a cuckold.” Joe explained.
Danny was feeling more uncomfortable now as he sensed Joe gazing down at his crotch.
“So if the husband gets a stiffy in that situation then he somehow enjoys being cuckolded?” Claire asked him. Joe nodded. “Well put it this way. If that guy we just saw didn’t want it to happen he would be dragging my friend off his wife. He wouldn’t be following on behind with a stiffy would he?”
“No, I guess not.” Claire replied looking at Danny.
“You’re very quiet Darling!”
“Maybe Danny’s afraid that he’d pass the cuckold test…” Joe said with a smile. Danny gave a nervous laugh. “I doubt it.” He said.
“So you’re up for taking it then?” Joe asked him.
“I doubt if Claire would even want me to take that test, whatever such a test would involve.” Danny replied.
“Yes, how would you test him?” She asked.
“Let’s go back to your apartment and I’ll show you.” Joe relied.
For a few moments Claire and Danny just looked at each other. Danny knew that he should end it there and then but there was something about Claire’s interest that intrigued him. Yes, it was true that sometimes in moments of fantasy he would think about her with another man. There was an occasion a couple of years back when some guy had hit on her in a hotel they were staying at. She had gone down to the bar ahead of him and a guy approached her and started to chat her up. He was quite an attractive guy and was quite blatant in his interest in her. The guy looked quite disappointed when he appeared on the scene. Whether she had been teasing or not; she had told him that if she had been single she would have gone off with him. Her confession excited him and it put some extra vigour into their fucking that night.
“So, you willing to take the test?” Joe asked him directly.
Danny made no effort to respond.
“I’m up for it if Danny is.” Claire said.
Danny felt a hint of sexual excitement come over him. “Sure, why not…” He found himself saying.
A few minutes later and with their drinks downed, the three of them headed off to the apartment. Danny made a point of grabbing Claire’s left hand as they walked away; there was no way that he was going to walk on behind them. However, Joe reached for her other hand and Claire found herself walking with two men. “Hmm this is quite nice being taken home by two men!” She said.
Danny said nothing throughout the short journey to their apartment. He was in a state of nervous excitement and confusion. One part of him wanted to see Joe just disappear and leave them alone but there was another part that found excitement in seeing him holding on to his wife’s hand. Claire on the other hand seemed quite cool about the whole situation.
When they got back to the apartment Claire opened a bottle of white wine and they all nervously stood in the kitchen quietly drinking. It was Claire who spoke first “So what’s this test then?”
Joe put his glass down. “Have you got a dressing gown sash or maybe we can use Danny’s belt.” He said looking down at Danny’s waist.
“Use the belt.” Claire said.
“We also need a chair in the lounge.” Joe said.
“Can you bring one in please darling?” Claire said as she led the way.
Danny had already figured out that some kind of restraining was going to be involved and it came as little surprise when he was asked to sit down on the chair that was placed in the center of the room.
“Would you like to undo his belt Claire?” Joe asked her.
Danny meekly sat down and allowed Claire to unbuckle his belt and withdraw it. As she handed it to Joe he moved behind the chair and asked Danny to put his hands through the bars at the back of the chair. Again Danny meekly surrendered himself and moments later his hands were firmly secure to the chair.
“Would you take down his pants please Claire?” Joe asked as he stood up. Neither of them said anything as she pulled his trousers and his boxers down around his ankles. Danny felt vulnerable and very nervous as he sat there with the two of them standing beside each other looking down at him.
Suddenly Joe put his arm around Claire.
“Now then Danny.” He started to say as he gave her a hug.
“Claire and I are going to do some making out and if you get a stiffy from watching us then I’m gonna take that as a “yes” to fuck your wife.”
Danny’s jaw dropped.
Joe hugged her again “That okay with you?” He asked.
“Yes, but we fuck upstairs…not down here.” She told him.
Claire’s language shocked Danny.
“And if I remain like this you’ll stop?” Danny asked him.
“Yes.” Joe replied. “As soon as time’s up, I’ll stop.”
“How long do I get though?” Danny asked.
“I reckon you’ll have a stiffy within five minutes but let’s make it ten.” Joe told him. “I won’t get hard.” Danny told him defiantly.
Joe pulled away from Claire and leaned over Danny, resting his hands on the both arms of the chair. “Danny my friend, by the time I get to your wife’s pussy you’ll not only be stiff but you’ll also be dribbling cum.” Joe told him.
Danny shifted awkwardly in his seat as Joe stepped back to be greeted by a kiss from Claire. It shocked him to see her kiss another man; not just any old kiss but a long passionate kiss. She was smaller than Joe so she had to reach up and wrap her hands around the back of his neck to pull him down to her height. The kiss lasted a few minutes and then Claire broke away and moved back to the settee.
Joe joined her and they quickly got back into an embracing kiss. Once again Claire kissed him with passion; running her hands through his short black hair before running a hand down his muscular arm and resting on his thigh. Danny breathed in heavily as he saw her hand resting on his thigh. Joe responded by resting his hand on her waist. For a few moments they continued to kiss with passion and then she glanced over to Danny. Her focus though was not on his face but on his groin.
Danny glanced down. His cock was still flaccid lying snugly between his closed thighs but he was afraid. The horror of watching her kiss another man was wearing off now and he could feel stirrings; sensual stirrings. He feared those stirrings would make his cock stiffen and he knew that once that happened they would fuck; of that he had no doubt.
“Am I allowed to touch?” She asked as she turned her attention back to Joe. Joe smiled. “Feel free to do what you like.” He told her. “Whatever you think will give him a stiffy.”
Danny felt those stirrings again. He watched as her hand moved across his lap and rested on his bulge. He closed his eyes to try and shut himself off but Claire spoke. “Do you have a big one?” She asked.
Danny’s eyes opened in horror.
“See for yourself.” Joe said as he stood up. Joe was simply dressed in a long t-shirt and a pair of knee length shorts. Danny watched as Claire’s hand went up to the belt buckle. He didn’t think that she would do it; he didn’t think that she even had it in her to do such a thing; after all she hardly knew anything about the man but she unbuckled his belt strap and loosened the waistband of his shorts.
As she tugged on them she glanced across at Danny. Once again her focus was not on his face but on his cock. Her eyes remained focused on his cock as she pulled Joe’s shorts slowly down over his thighs. Danny managed to hold on to his thoughts as he desperately tried to keep himself from getting caught up in the erotic spectacle. “Wow…you are big.” He heard her say to Joe.
Danny found it impossible to keep himself from looking up; found it impossible from looking at his wife holding another man’s cock in her hand. Her white hand looked so small against the huge thick black cock; so small it could barely wrap itself around it. Danny could feel himself starting to stir now; he knew that was starting to lose this battle.
He tried his best to focus his thoughts elsewhere but Claire was making it more and more difficult. “Can I suck it?” He heard her say.
He watched Joe’s large brown hand rest on his wife’s shoulder. “Babe you can do whatever you want with my cock.”
As her lips folded around the bulbous tip of Joe’s cock she turned and looked across at Danny. This time she looked him in the eye; she was taunting him; she was teasing him; she was seeing his cock slowly start to lift itself off his thighs. Danny closed his eyes; he wanted to put other thoughts inside his head; any thoughts; anything but the thought of his wife sucking another man’s cock. It was becoming a hopeless battle.
He opened his eyes again only to see Joe’s hands fondling Claire’s breasts through her thin top. He watched him take her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to arouse her. He knew just how sensitive her nipples were; he knew just how aroused she became when he did that. He felt his penis stiffening again. Danny closed his eyes.
The rustling of clothes drew his attention back to them and he opened his eyes to see Claire standing and Joe pulling her top over her head. It had hardly had time to hit the floor before he had unhooked her bra. Danny watched Joe lower his face to her breasts and he just managed to close his eyes before the first kisses were released. He could hear them; he could hear the sound of lips against flesh and he could also hear the sounds of soft moans; Claire’s soft moans of ecstasy.
He heard the rustling of clothes again and found himself unable stop his eyes from opening. It was Joe kneeling on the floor now; it was Joe’s hands dealing with a belt buckle now; Claire’s skirt belt buckle to be precise. He watched her skirt slide gracefully down her thighs to the floor to leave her standing there in just a pair of white panties. Joe’s large dark skinned hands reached up to the waistband of them just as Danny felt something cold dripping onto his thighs. He looked down; his cock was stiff and leaking precum. The battle was lost.
Danny let out a groan; a groan of despair that brought their attention to him. Claire stepped out of her panties, bent down to pick them up, and took hold of Joe’s cock to lead him across the room to where Danny was seated. Claire said nothing as she stooped down and kissed him gently on the lips. She looked him in the eyes and after dropping her panties in his lap she led Joe by the cock to the door.
Danny groaned again as he watched them leave the room. He heard them climb the wooden stairs up to the bedroom and then heard the noise of the bed springs. For a few moments there was only silence coming from upstairs but then he heard soft moans coming from Claire. The increasing volume of her moans and the sound of the rhythmic bed spring movements told him that they were fucking.
He glanced down at his groin. His erect cock had Claire’s panties dangling from it and they served to help soak up his cum. He tugged on his hands; he wanted to free them; he wanted to masturbate, Danny was desperate for relief but he could do nothing except listen. Listen to sounds coming from upstairs; the sounds of the creaking bed springs; the sound of the headboard hitting the wall; the sounds of sex; the sounds of his wife having sex with another man.
Then there were the cries and moans. Claire was screaming now; screaming out obscenities; screaming out in passion. He could hear her crying out about Joe’s big cock; hear her crying out about how good it was; hear her telling him, begging him even to fill her. He could also hear Joe. Joe too was vocal; groaning and grunting in his poundings; telling her that he was coming; telling her he was going to fill her pussy. Those final screams and groans were almost deafening and then there was silence.
The silence was almost as deafening as the screams had been. It lasted for what seemed like ages and then he heard Joe’s voice. He couldn’t make out what he was saying but he could picture him lying on top of her, talking while still deep inside her. He could also hear the sounds of the rhythmic bed spring movements again. Joe was fucking her again.
Danny cursed under his breath; Joe was fucking his wife again; showing off his prowess; showing off his virility. He had never fucked her so quickly in succession; he wasn’t capable. He cursed again. Claire was starting her screaming again; he had never heard her so vocal during sex; never known her to enjoy sex like this before. But Danny wasn’t Joe; Danny didn’t have a huge thick cock like Joe; Danny didn’t have the sexual appetite that Joe had, Danny couldn’t please his wife like Joe could. Danny cursed again.
He wanted to drown out their sounds; wanted to put his fingers in his ears to drown out the screams and obscenities flowing from Claire as she neared another climax. He also wanted to cum; he wanted to masturbate; he wanted to take hold of his cock and stroke it to the rhythm of Joe’s pounding. He wanted to release his cum alongside Joe. That was impossible of course. He was bound; tied to a chair; unable to touch himself; unable to free himself; unable to enjoy the pleasures that Joe was experiencing.
He could hear Joe coming; he could hear Joe screaming that he was coming; he could hear him warn his wife that he was about to fill her and he could hear Claire screaming “Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss”
The silence lasted longer this time. At one stage he thought they had fallen sleep but then he heard the sound of the bed springs moving; they were disengaging. He could hear their voices; talking softly; talking slowly. He heard Claire giggle; he also heard them kiss and then he heard the sound of feet hitting the floor.
He was afraid now; he could hear them coming down the stairs. What would happen next? What would they say? What would he say?
He looked up at them as they entered the room; hand in hand and naked. His eyes fell to Joe’s groin. His cock was still half erect; glistening and wet; covered with his wife’s juices as well as his own cum. Claire smiled and bent down to kiss him. “You okay darling?” She asked.
He gave a faint smile. He was so pleased to see her; he wanted to kiss her properly; he wanted to take her in his arms; he wanted to love her. She reached for his cock and lifted her panties from it. There was an embarrassing pool of cum around the base of his cock.
“You’re excited then?” She asked him.
He said nothing, there was nothing he could say.
Joe was standing by her side with his arm around her waist and all he could do was stare down at Joe’s cock. “Did you like listening to us fuck?” She asked him as she wrapped the panties around his cock.
Danny groaned.
“You know that you’re my cuckold now don’t you?” She told him as she started to move her hand up and down his shaft.
He groaned again.
“Joe has made a cuckold out of you. You do know that don’t you?” She taunted as her hand movements quickened.
“Yesssssssssssss…” Danny replied.
“You don’t mind if he fucks me regularly on this holiday do you?” She taunted again.
“Nooooooooooooo…” He groaned.
“Tell him darling.” She said. “Tell him he can fuck me whenever he wants.” She taunted as her hand movements brought him closer to coming.
Danny groaned.
“Tell him darling. Tell him.” She said. “Tell him that I’m his to fuck whenever he pleases…”
Danny groaned then cried out as he started to cum.
Claire pumped his cock harder and he screamed out again. “That’s a good boy.” She told him as his cum gushed out and spilled over her hand.
As she wiped up the last drops of his cum he noticed a trickle of cum running down the inside her thighs. That was Joe’s cum. While he had only cum on his wife’s damp panties, Joe had had the luxury of coming inside a nice tight warm pussy; his wife’s nice tight warm pussy.
Joe was quick to notice it too. Breaking away from Claire he went behind the chair and untied Danny. “A good cuck always goes down on his wife and cleans her up after she’s been fucked by another man.” Danny told him.
Danny had never done anything like that before; he had never even had the inclination to. He had wiped her pussy with tissue afterwards but he never cleaned her up with his tongue before. Just like his cuckolding though, he was being led to doing new things; led to places that he didn’t really want to go. Claire sat back on the settee with legs apart and Joe led Danny to the edge of the settee and made him kneel.
“That’s it darling.” She said taking him by the head. “You clean me up. Clean up all Joe’s lovely cum.”
Danny poked out his tongue and tentatively touched her cum covered pussy lips.
It was thick, creamy and salty. Claire’s hand pulled his face tightly against her. His cheeks became covered in the sticky remnants as he delved deeper inside her with his eager tongue. As well as cleaning her up though he realized that he was also arousing Claire; her fingers dug into scalp and she started gyrating her groin into his face. He could also hear her cries of ecstasy.
He wasn’t the only one aroused either; glancing to his side he saw Joe standing there stroking his cock as he watched them. It was fully erect again and it looked menacing and threatening. Claire had also noticed his arousal and reached out to hold his cock. “Please fuck me again Joe…please, just fuck me” He heard her say.
She pushed Danny away; his services were dispensed with; she wanted cock now. He thought that maybe he would take her upstairs again but no, he took her right there on the floor. He made her kneel on all fours with her face down and then climbed up behind her. Grabbing her hair, he pushed his cock deep inside her and began to fuck her violently.
Danny stood back watching him take her; watching him pound her ferociously from behind. He also watched him treat her roughly. Joe pulled at her hair with one hand and slapped her thigh hard with the other. He shouted at her to move her ass; calling her a whore in the process. Danny had never used rough treatment like this on her.
He watched her thigh get redder and redder and he heard Claire scream louder and louder but she wasn’t in pain. Claire was loving every thrust of Joe’s cock; loving every hard slap on her thigh; loving every tug of her hair and loving every name he called her. Suddenly the slapping stopped and the hair pulling ceased as Joe used his hands to grip her thighs instead. Claire’s screams became almost deafening as he pounded her without mercy until he came again.
Danny stood back and looked on in awe as they collapsed back onto the settee together. He had never seen anything like it in his life.
It was over an hour later when Claire stepped out the bath after a long soak. He helped her to dry herself before she slipped into bed beside him. Danny wanted her; he was horny; he wanted to make love to her but he knew that Claire was in no fit state to fuck again that night as she cuddled up in his arms and closed her eyes.
Late, next afternoon as they were both relaxing on the beach, enjoying the late afternoon sun, Joe emerged from the bar and walked down to them. He acknowledged Danny before bending down and giving Claire a kiss on the lips. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled, got up and took his hand. After a kiss on the lips from his wife, Danny watched them walk away back towards the apartments. He felt his cock stiffen. Once again he had passed the cuckold test.
Suddenly he felt someone’s presence next to him. “Mind if I join you?” A voice said. “My name’s Warner.”
Danny took hold of the outstretched hand and shook it.
“Danny.” He said.
“My wife’s away getting what yours is about to get.” Warner said as he sat down.
Danny looked at the man’s crotch; another stiffy; another fellow male who’d clearly passed the test…
Interesting read
I love this!..❤️ I’d definitely pass the cuckold test..😩🤘🏻🥵😈💦