He ripped his penis out of Cassie, then gave himself three quick jerks. White fluid fountained out, splattering across her chest. Another, no less voluminous, splashed into her again.
Cassie watched him, overwhelmed with affection. She slowly rubbed his cum into her chest. Making little happy gasps each time he gave her more. Mike stumbled back from the table, nearly crashing onto his ass.
Cassie grabbed him before he could fall and pulled him close for a kiss. The two of them reveling in their post-coital bliss.
They were still recovering when the room filled with another loud slap.
Emily cried out. “Oh Jack! Oh fuh… Fuck! Fuck me.”
Jack’s hand rested back on Emily’s ass. He angled it so his thumb was resting right on her little rosebud. My wife rolled her perky butt back and forth, and I couldn’t tell whether she was trying to push him away or force him deeper.
I saw Jack’s knuckle move. He slipped his thumb into my wife’s virgin asshole. Burying it to the base.
Emily let out a little “Oh!” Followed by a long, pained groan. Her body went stiff, I thought in pain. But then she grunted, and I realized it was pleasure. Her butt made a little wiggle, squeezing this new invader, like she was trying to force out the rest of her ecstasy.
“Oh God,” Emily said, “Cum. Please cum. I’m so close. I need it.”
“That’s a girl,” Jack said, soothing like she was a feral animal. A wild horse, now finally broken. “You can do it. Tell me where you want it.”
“In!” Emily cried out. “Inside! Oh God cum inside me. Fill me deep!”
Jack let out a low growl. For the first time, his usual measured pace faltered. He drew back, hitched, then glided forward. Emily started to sob. Beg.
“In me, please in me.”
“There you go, Jack said, “Don’t hold back. Let it all out. Show me what that tight, married pussy can do.”
“Shoot it in me,” Emily said, “Deep inside.”
Jack gave one last, dramatic thrust, then let out a roar.
Emily gasped. Her eyes popped wide. In the recesses of those verdant orbs, I could see the mechanisms of her mind whir as they processed her sudden insemination. The warmth of his sperm as it erupted into her womb. The incomparable feeling of being filled by another man’s fertility.
Suddenly, the gears jiggered and stopped.
“Aaaahhhrrrrrruuuhhhhhggg.” The sound spilled out of her. Deep and primal. A cry of senseless joy and unspeakable sorrow that seeped from somewhere deep in the back of her brain. Triumphant. Mournful. A keening apex that emanated wonder and loss. Enrapturing love and enthralling heartbreak.
Emily froze in place. Her body shaking beyond her control. Finally, she fell limp. Like someone had pulled her plug out.
Jack stepped back, the last few spurts of his satisfaction dripped onto Emily’s buttcrack. My petite wife hung off the side of the couch, like a wrung-out towel that’d been tossed to the side. Drooping and lifeless. She stared outward at all of us — her eyes empty. A bit of drool ran out of her mouth and onto the fabric of the furniture.
This time, though, even my wife’s epic orgasm couldn’t trigger my own. And with the amazing Allison splayed under me, I knew I needed to revel in this for as long as I could. Fortunately, enjoying my time with Allison was as easy as could be.
I thought back to the first time we’d met. Introduced at some work function. She was tall, striking, in a shining, satin, blue dress. There was something enchanting about the look on Allison’s face that night; her easy confidence as she spoke to me. My whole life I’d gone through crowds like dodging bullets. Allison stood in the middle of it all like a superhero — chest out, fists on her hips — eager to absorb whatever came her way.
I remembered the other times we’d been together. Dinners out, watching movies, going on hikes, that one weekend trip to the Poconos. Sure, we were there with our spouses, but still.
I could recognize Allison’s laugh in a crowd (I could also see her strawberry-blonde, bobbing head). That cocky, competitive smirk. The little flirtatious games she’d play.
She was a friend. Attached to my wife. Married to another man. Something untouchable and yet, quite desirable all the same.
Now I was buried to the hilt inside Allison’s most precious place. Her body laid back, long legs splayed, little breasts nearly nonexistent. The look on her face as she saw me driving into her. Hand in my hair. On my backside.
And for a moment, for a split-second, it occurred to me that maybe this wasn’t ‘just for fun.’ Maybe this wasn’t temporary — a small indiscretion saved in memory. We’d trapped ourselves in something that we’d never escape.
Then Allison broke my concentration and the idea floated off, lost.
“You can cum now,” she told me, like it was ever a choice. Like I was a faucet, and she had the knob. “Fill me up. I want to feel it.”
Of course, when I didn’t want to go, I spurted buckets. Now that my partner pleaded with me, the end point was nowhere to be found. I drove into her, feeling the pleasure of her body. That tight twat, gripping at my thickness. I realized the song Hit Me with Your Best Shot was playing ad nauseum in my head and I almost laughed. Fire away, indeed.
We were the last couple standing. Were the other four ignoring us, lost in their own post-coital affections? Were they watching, like some strange in-person pornographic performance? I can’t say. With my wife’s act over, my entire existence shrank down to my own sensations and the athletic woman bucking beneath me.
We kissed. I gripped Allison’s shoulders for purchase. Slammed into her. Searching for that little spark. All while Allison riled and roiled. I could tell she wasn’t building anywhere in particular, but she was enjoying the rush, all the same.
“Come on, Paul,” Allison said, smiling now, “You can do it. You can get there. I know you can.”
The athletic blonde must have been talking louder than I realized because Cassie joined in.
“Yeah Paul!” she shouted, “You can do it! Give her that cum!”
I faltered as the laughter finally got me. All of this was so strange. So odd. But Allison pulled me back.
She grabbed my face, staring deep into my eyes.
“You’ve got this,” she said.
And right then, I did. I drew back. Pushed forward. My balls tightened.
The first time with Allison had been so fast, I’d hardly noticed it. The second, so unwanted I couldn’t enjoy it. Now, though, finally, I was able to revel in my release.
Allison was still holding me close. I saw her eyes widen as she felt my first spurts. Watched her face fill with ecstasy as my own explosion brought her one last, apparently unexpected cum.
My climax was strained, yet oddly satisfying. The pleasure hit me sharp. It washed over me. I felt my penis pulse inside another woman’s bare pussy for the first time. My mental realization of the objective wrongness of the act stayed with me more than any subjective, physical pleasure.
My world went soft. I lost all sense of the world around me. Allison’s hand gripping my bicep. Her hair in my mouth. My dick pulsing ever more softly into her pussy.
Till finally it all fell away to nothing.
*
I didn’t wake up till I felt a foot lightly kicking me in my side.