I had never tasted another woman’s pussy before. I had masturbated and then licked my fingers, but never someone else’s. I wondered if this should be my limit. Should I say no? I also knew I wanted to taste those fingers. I took them in my mouth and sucked them clean.
Amber moaned as I did. Gray’s cock was now out and hard as a rock. I had the urge to get on my knees and suck it. Amber had other ideas.
“Grab his cock and stick it in me,” she said.
It was not a request. She was telling me what to do. I could have said no. I didn’t want to. I took his cock and lined it up with her pussy. Rubbed the tip on her lips to get it wet. Then she pushed back and I watched the whole thing disappear into her.
I was jealous, fascinated, and turned on all at the same time.
Amber still holding my hand said, “Tell me everything.”
I started with the scene in the bedroom.
“No,” she said. “Start with the ride up. Tell me everything.”
I did, I started with the ride up, the conversations I could remember. Gray’s arm around me. As I retold the story, and watched Gray fuck her, I was getting horny.
Up till now Kyle had been standing by the door. He’d been there a while, not sure what to do. Amber, between getting fucked and moaning, told him to come over to us.
“Take off your wife’s skirt and panties,” she told him.
He unzipped my skirt and pushed it and my panties to the floor.
She looked at me and said, “Make yourself cum.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. My pussy was dripping and I was hot as hell from watching Gray fuck Amber. It was hot the way she just bent over the back of the couch. I was wishing it was me bent over the couch. I started playing with myself.
Amber made me continue my story. I did.
At some point she looked at Kyle. I did when she did. His cock was hard and he was rubbing it through his pants.
“I’m sorry Kyle,” she said. “I forgot all about you. Feel free to jack off and cum on your wife’s ass or legs.”
He wasted no time in pulling his cock out and jacking off.
Amber reminded me to go on with my story. We were now at the first night in Gray’s room.
All through this Amber was moaning and encouraging Gray to fuck her. She was telling me how hot the story was and calling me slut.
As I recounted being fucked by the two guys I came on my fingers. I had to reach out a hand and steadied myself on the couch. As I came Amber let let out a moan and her body shuddered she came too.
I went on with my story about Gray cumming in me, swallowing my first load of cum, the other guys cumming in me and how messy I felt. Amber came again. As she did I felt Kyle’s hot cum hit me in the ass. I had forgotten he was there. Feeling him spurt on my ass made me cum again.
I continued my story to Saturday night and Gray fucking me and sending me back to Kyle covered in cum. Amber came again.
Amber starting begging Gray to cum. “Baby, cum in me. Fill me up like you did your little slut. Give me your cum. In the end all your cum is mine. Give it to me.
I continued my story about going back to my room, covered with cum, and reading a cuckold story to Kyle. Amber let out a “Fuck yes” and came. As she did I watched Gray stiffen up and I could tell he was cumming in her pussy. That set me off. I was wishing he was cumming in me and remembering how it felt when he did. I pressed my fingers against my clit and came. Hard. My knees buckled. Again, I was surprised when a load of hot cum hit my ass. Kyle had cum again. As he did I had one more orgasm .
I asked Amber where I could wash up. She told me I couldn’t. That a cumslut like me should get used to cum on her body. I could feel it drying on my ass. She took my hand and sat on the couch legs spread.
“On your knees,” she said.
I got on my knees between her legs.
“I’ve got a cuntload of Gray’s cum in me. I hate to waste it. Why don’t you clean me out?” she said.
It really wasn’t an offer. It was an order. I’d never eaten a woman before. Again I wondered if I should say no, but my pussy was so hot from being made to be so slutty, I didn’t want to say no. I lowered my lips to her pussy. I had no experience. Kyle had tried eating me but it was just awful. I tried to do what I thought would feel good to me. Amber stopped me.
She pulled my head away. She lowered her hand to her pussy. “Lick me here, and here, lightly. Suck here lightly, then a little bit harder. Don’t do it in the same order each time. Don’t be so tense. Enjoy it.”
I tried again. This time she moaned. The encouragement made me feel more at ease. I started to like it. I could taste Gray’s cum mixed with her pussy juice. I loved the taste. I got it smeared on my lips and face.
Amber was moaning. She then looked at Kyle. “Finger your wife’s pussy. Make her cum.”
Kyle knelt down beside me and started fingering me. The feeling was intense. Amber moaning in front of me. My mouth full of pussy and cum, Kyle’s fingers in my cunt, I came. As I did I sucked on Amber’s clit a bit harder.
“Oh my fucking God,” she screamed as she came.
I came again knowing that I had made her cum.
I just sat there on my knees, half naked, my juices dripping down my leg, cum drying on my ass, and my face a mess from Amber and Grey’s cum. I was breathing heavy and my senses were reeling. Amber pulled my face to hers and started kissing me. I kissed back. As she kissed me she licked my face clean. I could taste it all again on her tongue.
When she was done. She looked at me and said, seriously, like nothing had happened, “Dinners ready.”
I laughed. She took my hand and guided me to the table. I asked if I could help. Kyle and Gray sat down. There was all this weird normal going on in this totally abnormal situation.
She served dinner and we all sat down to eat. Amber and I were still half naked. I had dry cum on my face and ass. She started passing food around.
“So Kyle,” she said. “How do you feel about your wife being such a slut?”
Funny, it was the first time I remember anyone asking Kyle how he felt.
Kyle answered. “I feel like I am punched in the stomach each time I think of it or watch her.”
That answer surprised me.
“Then why do you let her?” she asked.
He looked at the ground. “I can’t help it. It’s so hot, the conflict turns me on. I want to say no, but I want her to do it. I like when people know she’s a slut and I can’t stop her.
“Do you want it to stop?”
He paused. “No, I don’t. I don’t know why. I want her to be as slutty as she wants.”
She went on, “Do you think there’s a point you’ll stop her?”
“I don’t want to lose her,” he said. “If I could, and it came to the point that she was leaving me, I’d beg her to stay. I love her and I want her as my wife even if she’s someone else’s slut.”