Before Allison could respond, Cassie tipped her back and mounted her face. Allison grunted in protest, squirming to escape. Slowly, her body relaxed as she submitted to the beautiful blonde woman’s demands.
But, being Allison, she insisted on a twist.
“Turn around, cheerleader,” Allison growled from between Cassie’s thighs.
Cassie looked down at her new lover confused. Thoughts churning. Her eyes brightened. The lightbulb literally went off.
“Oooo, that’s what I’m talking about!” Cassie said.
She spun around, then leaned down. With her own pussy already on Allison’s tongue, Cassie wrapped her mouth around Allison’s sex, completing the classic sixty-nine. It was an incredible sight. Both blonde women pleasuring each other with abandon.
The instant his wife and his crush girl began to orally pleasure each other, Mike leapt up from the couch.
“Oh FUCK!” he cried out.
He wasn’t even touching his dick, but it didn’t matter. A stream of cum shot out of him. It arced out, splashing on the two women below. Most of it landed on Cassie’s back, but a few spurts hit Allison as well. “Fucking hell,” Mike said, spurting wildly. He slowly slid to the floor, like he’d been KO’d by what he’d witnessed.
The two women barely seemed to notice what had happened. Wrapped in sapphic attraction, they writhed around each other on the floor like two twisting, golden snakes. Hungrily humping at each other. Soft moans and sharp giggles.
It didn’t look like either of them were going to get off. Like I said before, most of what we did was about putting on a show. Cassie and Allison were playing around, exploring what things could be..
I heard a loud shriek from behind me, one that could have easily been mistaken for pleasure or pain. Reflexively, I glanced back to the couch. As if I didn’t already know what I was about to see. Sure enough, when I swiveled my head around, I saw Jack was fucking my wife. Slamming into her with abandon. It was weirdly reassuring. Emily’s wild behavior was at least consistent.
She was on all fours, leaning on her elbows. Her perky breasts hung down like they were reaching for the cushions. Jack was behind her on his knees. The silver-haired man rested both his hands on my Emily’s tight, tiny ass. His face curled into a confident smirk.
With the rest of us, our couplings could clearly be described as a shared experience. Two people engaging in something together. We took turns pleasuring each other, collaborating in a way that either person could be described as an active participant.
That was not the case with my wife and her older lover. Jack fucked Emily. There was no back and forth. It was a one-way exchange. Jack took her. Plundered her. He broke through her defenses and grabbed at whatever he wanted, leaving the dregs behind. And Emily loved it.
Emily’s cheeks and chest were flushed as Jack ravished her. Her eyes stared forward, inexpressive. Cute face distended obscenely with pleasure. She gasped out a long stream of oohs and ohs.
But at this point, it was nothing I hadn’t seen before. I knew the pattern of their coupling, could sketch the shape of it. I didn’t even need to look anymore — I could draw it all out based on the sounds my wife made. The slaps and pinches Jack put on her.
The thing that I’d been most interested in, to this point — watching my wife get fucked — wasn’t exciting anymore. I’d seen this performance and, honestly, I was ready to move on. I probably would have gone back to focusing on the two women.
But Jack seemed to catch my eye and he slowed. For a moment, I thought he’d cum. But no, clearly, he was just taking a break. My wife whined like a needful puppy as Jack’s ardor slackened.
I realized it was my attention that had caused the change in his behavior. Jack realized he had an audience. And he was going to enjoy that to its fullest.
“I want you to show me,” Jack said. He withdrew completely from Emily. His dick, sticky with my wife’s essence, bobbed up and down behind her. “Show me how bad you need that dick. Prove to me you’ve earned it.”
Emily stayed up on all fours, frozen. Like she didn’t dare move, lest she disappoint her lover. She kept her cute little butt up in the air. Her eyes were small.
Finally, Emily risked looked back through her legs at Jack. He gave her a hard stare. Repeated his request.
“Show me,” he said, like it was self-evident. “Get yourself off and I’ll know how bad you want it. Cum like a good girl and I’ll give you more.”
“I don’t…” Emily faltered.
I knew my wife masturbated, mostly because every human being does. But in all the time we’d been together, I’d never seen her do it. It felt too overtly sexual for her, too exposed, to be something she’d be comfortable sharing.
Emily stared back at Jack, eyes pleading. When his expression didn’t change, she turned to look at the room. At the four of us. As if reminding herself of all the reasons that she didn’t want to rub. Whatever she saw was clearly not reassuring.
But right when I thought my wife would push back, she dutifully dipped her petite fingers into her waiting snatch. Fortunately, she was already so worked up, it hardly mattered. As soon as she made contact with her clit, Emily gasped.
Jack stared down at my wife with a proud, almost parental look as she jilled off. Emily jammed on her pussy, sloshing it back and forth. The whole time, she kept her eyes shut, like trying to trick herself that she wasn’t on display. She looked so humbled. So desperate. Afraid of what she’d been asked to do, yet too needful not to do it.