“You’ll be at work, pretending to be all professional,” Jack said, “But you’ll be fantasizing about how you got fucked.”
“Oh God,” Emily said, like she was picturing it all. Knowing it was true.
“You’ll be out at dinner with your friends, all laughing over drinks. But all you’ll be thinking about is cock.”
“Oh. Oh fuck.”
“It never stops,” Jack said, “You’ll be making your husband dinner. Having Christmas with his family. Raising his kids. The whole time — the only thing you’ll be able to think about is how you begged another man to nut in your married pussy. And how good it felt when he did it.”
Emily let out a soft woeful sob. A blissfully regretful admission of everything she’d surrendered to.
“Show me how much you need it” Jack said, “Cum Emily. Don’t hold back. Be a good little girl and cum!”
Emily’s orgasm smacked her like a fist. It knocked her back with concussive force. She dropped her head into her elbows, like trying to bury her skull under the ground. Gripped at her chest like the ecstasy was something she could barely endure.
“Oh fuh… fuck. I love it! I love your cock. It makes me feel so GOOOOOOD!”
Emily started to shake. A keening screech escaped her lips. It sounded almost sad, like she was mourning how amazing everything made her feel. A remorseful cry of illicit enjoyment as her body broke down. All rational thought ripped out of her mind.
“Ohhhhhhh. Oh fuck. Auuuuuuhhhh…”
Emily’s head stayed buried in her arms. She was trembling something awful, like she was naked in a snowstorm.
The position must have been painful for Jack, because he let his cock pop free. Like the woman beneath it, his dick was shaking wildly. He grabbed hold of himself and pumped. Short, furtive strokes. Jack let out a loud grunt, as an arc of white plumed out.
When his seed hit my wife’s back, she shuddered. A second, slighter orgasm piling onto the first. A quick kick after an uppercut. Just from being hit by Jack’s cum. Emily let out another feral grunt as she was bathed in another man’s spend.
Jack’s spurts slowed to drips. He carefully extricated himself from the couch, climbing onto the ground. His legs were shaky as he limped back to the bathroom. Emily lay on the couch, discarded, slowly curling in on herself.
“Need a shower…” Jack grumbled as he stumbled off.
Seeing the show was over, Allison stopped jerking me off. I turned to look at her, wondering what was next. Both of us seemed blown back by what we’d witnessed. The athletic blonde gave herself a little shake and focused. She looked down at my dick, like just noticing something for the first time.
“You haven’t cum yet,” Allison said. She was clearly thinking back over the course of the evening, counting off the moments.
“No,” I said, confirming her suspicion.
“We need to fix that problem,” she said.
Allison pushed me onto my back. She climbed over my legs, aiming my dick at her center. The athletic blonde grunted as she lowered herself on my staff.
“Not… getting used… to that. Ever,” she said, smiling at me.
My expression must have been apologetic, because Allison shook her head it me.
“It’s a good thing,” she said, “Trust me.”
Allison began to work herself on my dick. Rolling back and forth. That fantastic, muscular stomach undulated alluringly. She slid her fingers to her pussy and started rubbing her clit.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Allison said, “Feels so good.”
“Give it to her, Paul. Fuck her till she begs.”
I looked to the side and saw Cassie sitting next to us, her legs tucked under her bottom. She was smiling at us both, her face a mix of encouraging and aroused. But if Cassie was with us then…
I glanced to the other side. Emily was hunched over on the couch. Mike was kneeling in front of her, trying to catch her attention.
“Hi,” Emily said, finally noticing him.
“Hey,” Mike said.
The shared a little smile. Emily slid over, making room for Mike on the cushions. Without another word, the two of them started making out. Mike dragged his fingers over my wife’s body. She reached down for his dick. I assumed there was no way. That Emily was too sore from Jack’s assault, too broken from her massive orgasm, to continue.
But Mike lay back and Emily ascended over him. Again, I was startled by how small my wife looked on top of the taller man. Like they were two different species. Emily took Mike’s long, thin dick and slowly fed it to her pussy. She could only get about halfway down. Both of them groaned as they connected.
“Fuck. Em,” Mike gasped, “Feel so good.”
“Uh huh,” Emily whined.
Emily slide further down Mike’s long shaft. Finally, fully burying him to the root. She grunted, pained, but stayed in place.
“I love sharing this,” Mike said, “Sharing you.”
“Me too,” Emily said.
The two of them slowly rolled against each other. Luxuriated in their peaceful pace. Both of them fondly exploring what their partner could do for them. In how they could please the other in return. If Emily and Jack had been a roller coaster, Emily and Mike were more like the lazy river. A slow, rolling journey that was more about savoring the small things than generating thrills.
“I didn’t think it could feel this way,” Mike said, “It’s so much more than I expected.”
Emily leaned forward and caught Mike’s eyes. They nuzzled noses. Gripped each other tight. It was almost adorable. They let their lips connect.
Again, the closeness of their simple intimacy overwhelmed me. How was kissing so much more transgressive than sex? Why was seeing Mike’s tongue in my wife’s mouth so much more painful than his cock in her pussy?
“Damn guys, your spouses are really going at it,” Cassie said.
I looked up at Allison and we shared a sour grin. A reluctant acceptance of how things had played out. We’d stopped humping long ago. Seeing our partners this way had pulled the plug on our own electric connection. Half-heartedly, Allison slid off my dick and climbed next to Cassie. The three of us sat there, arm-in-arm, and watched.
The other couple had broken their embrace. Emily started riding Mike harder. Her face twisted with the concentration of making herself cum. Mike stared up at her in wonder, slowly stroking her flank.
“I mean it, Em,” Mike said, “It’s not just physical for me. I care about you.”
“I know,” Emily said.
The way the two of them were talking, I wondered if they even remembered there were other people in the room. Worse, I thought, maybe they knew exactly who was listening.
“It’s like, I feel connected to you,” Mike said, “On some deeper level. More than, you know, this.”
“Not like with Cassie?” Emily asked, “Or Allison?”
“Allison is my wife,” Mike said, like that answered everything. “Cassie’s just a crush.”
I looked over at the two women sitting next to me. Neither even flinched. They both stared forward. Their lack of reaction was almost worse. Mike, meanwhile, kept talking himself deeper.
“Remember that first day? At Hollywood Studios?” he asked. “You told us you had to pee, then flashed me your tits when no one was looking? Fuck, I wanted you so bad right then.”