I’d just had the most incredible orgasm of my life.
Two incredibly attractive blonde women — the athletic and amazing Allison as well as the sexy and superlative Cassie — had edged me over the course of an evening until I’d exploded with near-concussive force. All while my wife Emily, petite and peerless, had whispered in my ear about how hot it made her to see me spatter the two other women with my seed.
And that was it. Our epic five-day trip, our incredible six-person orgy, our over-the-top last hurrah, had finished. Everyone had cum hard and come down. We were all lying on the ground panting or even passed out.
My wife, naked and perched above my head, leaned over and gave me a loving upside-down kiss. But as our lips touched, I felt Emily stiffen. Freeze. Her jaw fell open. Her eyes went wide.
With everything that had just happened, I hadn’t noticed the position that was Emily in. Leaned over me, her butt pointing straight up in the air, eminently accessible. And when Emily had moved to kiss me, it had positioned her pussy in the perfect spot.
Now that I was looking, I saw what had happened. Unbeknownst to the rest of us, Jack had slipped back into the room. The older man had stepped behind my wife. When Emily’s butt lifted, Jack stepped forward and drove his hard dick right into her dripping hole.
Emily hadn’t been expecting the penetration. But based on the look on her face, she welcomed the intrusion. A little grin began to break across her lips as Jack slowly plunged into her. But that wasn’t the only place the older man was pushing in.
At the same time that Jack plumbed my wife’s pussy with his cock, he drove his thumb into her anus. He’d done this a few times before and Emily had submitted to his intrusion. But the look in her eyes — that mix of pain, pleasure, and fear — spoke of something both more and less than willing acceptance.
Emily stared down at me, all those confusing emotions passing across her face. She rocked back and forth as Jack began to fuck her. She reached down and gripped my shoulder, more for balance than affection, as the older man, once again, began to have his way with her.
By now, I was used to seeing my wife getting fucked by other guys. I didn’t particularly appreciate this more intimate view of it happening, but otherwise this was nothing new. A rerun. I would have already rolled out from under Emily except for her hand on my shoulder. Whether it was intentional or not, she was holding me in place.
I stayed focused on my wife’s face. I can’t lie, there was something intensely arousing about seeing her surrender herself to pleasure. I’d often wished I could have seen her face while doing her from behind, sharing in her expressions. Well, here I was getting the other half of the picture. It was kind of awesome, actually.
“Oh God,” Emily said, “Feels so good.”
I couldn’t tell if she was talking to me, telling Jack, announcing it to the room, or even just rambling, lost in the world of illicit pleasure.
I looked past my wife at Allison and Cassie. Both of them were sitting back against the far wall, watching all this happen. The look on their faces was remarkably similar to that on my wife’s. Uncontrolled arousal with only a little hint of worry. There was this sense in the room that something was about to happen. Only none of us could figure out what it was.
Jack, however, clearly knew the plan. He slapped against my wife, but without the usual urgency. If anything, he seemed to be taking his time. Waiting for something.
Finally, he took his thumb out of Emily’s butt. She wriggled and sighed, I think a bit relieved. He slid his cock out of her pussy. Now, Emily groaned in clear disappointment.
There was another pause. From where I was sitting, I couldn’t really see what Jack was up to. He seemed to be fumbling with something. A bottle, maybe? I couldn’t exactly tell.
A moment later, Emily giggled, ticklish. A moment after that, she straight out screamed.
My innocent wife’s face went bright red. Her bright green eyes threatened to pop right out of her head. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue lolled out. Like her whole face was trying to leap off her body.
My gaze flashed to what was going on behind my wife. From what I could tell, Jack was in the same position as before. But no, something was different. His dick was pushing in at a different angle. Higher.
And suddenly I understood exactly what Jack had been fumbling with. I looked to the floor and saw a still-open container of coconut oil. He’d gotten Emily going with his thumb, then lubricated his dick, and had started to take my wife’s tight, virgin asshole.
“Oh… my… God,” Emily gasped out. Her eyes really looked like they were halfway to exploding as Jack slowly slid his now-slippery dick into her rectum.
I looked over at Allison and Cassie again. Both women stared back at me in shock. They seemed stuck to the wall. All of us unable to process what we were watching. Whatever little language we had left was stuffed into our stomachs.
Emily’s hand closed down tighter on my shoulder. Her nails dug in — five painful stabs.
“I… ohfuck,” Emily tried to speak but her body shut her down.
It was clear that she was in terrible pain. Whatever little enjoyment her nerves were giving her was overwhelmed by the agony of the rest. I wasn’t going to let this happen. I couldn’t. I had to protect my wife.
But when I started to get up, Emily dug her nails even deeper into my flesh.
“Stay with me, Paul,” Emily gasped out, “Please. Stay with me.”
I met her eyes, and she gave me a little nod. Maybe I’d misread things after all. Perhaps the mask of anguish on her face meant something else.
“Feels so… Ugh. Can’t,” Emily said, “Can’t hold on.” She was breathing in short, sharp gasps. Like someone was stabbing her. Which, I suppose, wasn’t far from the truth.
I didn’t want to watch this, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking. Jack was slowly sinking into Emily’s rear. His face unreadable. If he was enjoying this, it didn’t show. If I had to describe his expression, I’d say it was determined.
“OH! Oh FUCK!” Emily cried out as Jack’s balls finally rested on her pussy. He’d managed to fill her ass completely. He began to withdraw but Emily groaned. “Wa… wait. Please.”
“I’m going to stop,” Jack said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No, it’s. It’s OK,” Emily said. She looked almost nervous, afraid. Like she couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing her lover. “Just give me a second. To get used.”
Jack stayed in place. I realized that he, too, was panting from the exertion. The energy of it all. He caught my eye. To my relief, though, he didn’t give me his usual cocky grin. Only a little acknowledgement. In some ways, that was worse.
Jack knew what he was doing. His point was clear as anything. Before, with Emily, he’d tried to make her admit that he owned her. My wife wouldn’t budge. And I’d reveled in her defiance. Now, though, I saw Jack wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.
“Oh… Ok,” Emily said, clearly gathering up her confidence. “Do it. Start moving in me.”
Now Jack’s face filled with a smile. He drew back a little bit, then slid forward. Emily’s eyes popped, but she didn’t cry out.
“Oo,” she said. A little gasp. “Oo. Ah.”
Jack started increasing his speed. Pulling out further. Slapping harder. Emily bit her lip, hard. Her eyes snapped shut. Again, it sure looked like she was in pain.
“You like that?” Jack asked.
“My head… feels like it’s gonna. Roll off,” Emily said. Her breath was ragged. Strained.
Was head-rolling-off a good thing or a bad thing? I wasn’t sure. I’m not positive Emily knew either. She stayed in place, enduring what Jack was doing. But there were tiny signs she was starting to enjoy it.
“Oh. Oo. Oh yes. Yeah,” Emily said, “Like that. Fuck yes. Ah. AH!”
Jack’s movements got faster. Harder. Emily’s voice grew louder.
“Aha! Oh! Oo! Oh Fuck!”
“You like that, Emily?” Jack asked, “You like that hard dick in your ass?”
“Oh God! Fuh-Fuck me!”
Emily finally released my shoulder, leaving five identical, marks. She reached back and started to diddle her clit. Her face was beyond red, it was purple. Her nipples were nearly the same color and looked painfully swollen.
I didn’t know how to feel, lying there. Seeing Emily like this, so supplicant to her need, was incredible in all the best and the worst ways. I didn’t want to watch this. I couldn’t look away. Envy and desire. Jealousy and arousal. All of it mixed together in my chest.
Emily’s cries only escalated. “AH! AH! Ohhhhhh! OHHHHHH! Oh God! I’m… Oh! I’m gonna… Oh FUCK!”
Emily stiffened. She let out a long, pained wail. An incomparable cry of ecstasy. Followed by a short, pained sob.
“Oh goddamn that’s it,” Jack faltered. He seized. “Cumming. Cumming in your sweet little ass. Oh fuck yeah.”
Jack’s eruption hit Emily with hurricane force. Her scream shot up another octave. Her eyes slammed shut and rolled back. The sound she let out was indescribable. Something deep and primal from before human beings could even be called human. A long, guttural explosion of sound.
Emily tipped forward, landing on top of me. Her body writhed and trembled as her orgasm trampled her from top to bottom. Every part of her clenched — fingers, toes, even her hair seemed to tighten.
Finally, she stilled. Rolled over on to the floor. Emily gasped for air like she’d been strangled. I saw her cheeks were wet with tears. Another little orgasm took hold of her, and she groaned. A long, slow, mournful thing. A woeful howl of satisfaction and sorrow.
Emily lay smoldering and shaking on the ground. Seed already dripping out of her asshole and down her skinny thighs. Her pussy still leaking from before.
Jack stared down at her. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh. Of contentment, of disdain, I couldn’t say. Finally, Jack turned away. He walked back down the hallway. Closed the bedroom door behind him.
Emily turned onto her side and curled into me.
“Oh God,” she said, “Oh fuck.” They seemed to be the only words she knew. She repeated them over and over in a strange, monotone mantra.
“Emily, are you OK?” I asked.
My wife didn’t respond. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me tight. Like grasping onto the one rock in a tsunami. She buried her head into my chest.
“Emily,” I repeated, “Em. What do you need? What can I do?”
“Hold me,” Emily said. Choked. “Just hold me.”
I enveloped my wife’s little body with my own. A soft, warm cocoon. She made a light grunt and I realized she was snoring. I held her there, squeezing her tight, till the real world slipped away.