I felt a hand on my shoulder. Allison was kneeling next to me. She gave me a little knowing nod. I’d been so engrossed, I’d lost track of her and Cassie. Turning behind me, I saw that the beautiful blonde had switched partners and was now slurping on Mike’s dick.
The tall, thin man was sitting on the ground, leaned back against the wall. The grin on his face was beatific as Cassie licked lazily at his long shaft. He was mumbling to himself. “Oh, Cassie. Wanted you so bad. None of the guys’d believe me if I told them. You look so good sucking my cock.”
“Mmmhm,” Cassie said.
To me, she sounded detached, but Mike hardly seemed to notice. He drifted his hand to Cassie’s cheek. Cassie raised a hand to cup his balls. Both of them switched between enjoying the blowjob and glancing up at the action on the couch.
Allison leaned against me. Lovingly, she wrapped her long fingers around my erection. She stroked me up and down. Not in a way that would ever bring me off. More like keeping my engine warm.
I reached down for the heat of Allison’s snatch and attended to it with the same, deliberate affection. Just tracing her lips and teasing at her warm wetness. Neither of us noticed what was going on with our own bodies. Instead, we stayed focused on my wife as she worked herself over.
“OH!” Emily cried out. Her fingers pressed hard into her pussy. Her neck muscles went tight, and cute a little flush filled her chest. She shuddered, slightly, like a little shiver. She looked over her shoulder at Jack. Her chest rose and fell with fervor.
Jack smiled back at her. For the first time that night, he looked down at her warmly. He stroked her butt cheek with affection. Again, like my wife was his pet. “That’s a good girl,” he said.
But Emily didn’t want warmth. She craved heat. Fire. She wanted to be burned. She arched her back and bucked up with her hips. Like trying to fish at Jack’s cock with her horny, hairy pussy.
Jack chuckled to himself. He aimed his dick at Emily and slid it in. My wife groaned, appreciative, as she was filled with her favorite toy.
The two of them started thrusting against each other. Emily’s self-induced orgasm only whetted her appetite for more. Jack’s pause had only given him time to recover his stamina. The two of them slapped against each other in a way that seemed more like murder than sex. Jack stabbing into the depths of my wife. Her crying out in joyful agony.
“You’re going to cum on my cock,” Jack said.
“Guh… Uh God. Yes.”
“You need that dick. Don’t you?”
I’d seen little glimpses of this with Jack before. He didn’t want to just do my wife, he demanded to dominate her. He’d managed to keep it under control before, I think sensing that the rest of the group wasn’t comfortable with that behavior. But it was our last night together, and it became clear that Jack was beyond caring. Now that he was able to let loose, there was an edge of anger to him. Almost cruel.
“Puh… please,” Emily mewled, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking…”
“You like to look all proper,” Jack said, “Your tight bun and those dark-rimmed glasses. So smart and serious.”
“Yuh… yeah.”
“But secretly your married little pussy’s begging for cock,” Jack said.
Emily squeaked. “Uhn… Uh. Uh huh.”
“Say it.”
“I… OH!” Emily said, “I love cock. Your cock.”
“That’s a girl,” Jack said, “Don’t hold back. Come on… Stop hiding behind those glasses. That serious face. Admit what you are. What you’ve become. Embrace it.”
“I’m a…” The word caught in Emily’s throat.
“Tell me,” Jack said, “Tell them. You’re not a scientist. Not a good little wifey. What are you?”
“I love cock!” Emily cried out. “I love cum. I cuh… can’t stop. Feels so good.”
Jack redoubled his efforts. The loud slaps of his legs hitting Emily’s ass filled the room like thunderclaps. He stopped taunting my wife. He didn’t need to. Emily was spurting out sounds all her own now.
“Oh… aaaaauugh.’ My wife’s responses became increasingly incoherent. Her mind breaking down as Jack drove her to the brink. Beyond what I could remember ever bringing her to, myself. What I’d seen on the trip so far. “Oh fuck me. Fuck. Yes. Feels so oh! Make me cum. Make me CUM! Pleeease!”
Emily’s innocent face formed increasingly obscene shapes. Her mouth hung open; drool slipping down her chin. The muscles in her neck strained. Her green eyes squeezed so tight, I half expected them to squish like grapes. She was completely submissive to Jack’s enjoyment; desperately searching to give him more.
“Look at you,” Jack sneered, “Getting fucked in front of your husband. While your friends all watch. Begging for another man’s cum.”
Emily could only whimper.
“Tell us, Em. How does it feel?”
“SO good,” Emily gasped, “So fucking good.”
“Tell them,” Jack said, “Your husband. Your best friend.”
“P-Paul. Allison,” Emily said, “Jack is… He’s gonna. Jack’s gonna make me cuuuummmm.”
“Whose pussy is this?” Jack asked.
Emily only groaned.
“Who. Owns. This. Pussy?” he repeated his words, the growl growing with each.
It was clear what Jack wanted Emily to say. But my wife held firm. Sure, she masked her defiance with orgasmic moans. She wouldn’t say ‘no.’ But she wouldn’t answer Jack’s question, either.
Instead, Emily glanced my way and let her verdant eyes catch mine. A flash of intuitive understanding passed between us. What would have taken us hours to say, was communicated in less than a blink. I gave my wife a nod of acknowledgement. A little relief leaked onto Emily’s face.
There was a line that even Emily wouldn’t cross. She might give herself away to Jack, but she would never give him that. Even in the throes of passion, some part of Emily would always be mine.
Finally, Jack realized Emily wasn’t going to surrender. But he didn’t stop plowing my wife with abandon. Instead, he attacked from a different direction.
“This will never end,” Jack said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You can never go back. There’s no escaping it now. This is what you are.”
Emily surrendered herself to the pleasure once again. Her eyes tightened. Her jaw dropped. She did her best to hump at Jack’s thrusts, but he held her firmly in place. Like she was nothing but a sex toy designed to get him off. Her pleasure an unintended consequence of his own.