“Come over here and Lick my cunt.” Cindy’s voice penetrated the fog of lust that filled my head. My head whipped around and watched as Gary sat up and Ella crawled over to Cindy. Cindy splayed her legs apart and I saw her sweet pink meaty slit for a few seconds until Ella dove onto that hot firebush. I wanted to stroke myself, I wanted to slip into Ella’s wet cunt. It pointed right at me as if she wanted me to fuck her. I went to stand up but couldn’t move. I didn’t understand why my body refused to obey my brain’s commands to move as I watched Cindy throw her head back and gasp in pleasure. I sat there and watched as Ella ate the best thing on the menu today. Cindy took a deep breath, and I watched her tits bounce.
Cindy noticed how I stared at her and smiled like a Nigerian tiger after it returned from the infamous ride. “Like what you see cucky? Bet you want someone to play with, don’t you? The only person available is Gary. He does look like he could use a blow job. What do you think? Do you wanna suck the dick that fucked your wife?” My eyes got as wide as an anime character, and I shook my head no. “Well, it either goes in your mouth or he makes your wife airtight. If you don’t suck, then no cummies for you. Your choice.”
My head swiveled and I saw Brad had sat on a side table, his dick in Brooke’s ass. I had asked her for anal hundreds of times and she said she would never do something so dirty. Dave was between her legs and fucked her pussy. I was now in physical pain from how hard my dick was. “Please,” I moaned as I got even harder.
“You know what you have to do.”
I looked over at Brooke, and she was oblivious to everything but her pleasure. I needed to cum, but the thought of Brooke having the third dick… there was no contest. “I’m straight,” I simpered and hung my head in shame. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gary jump up and walk over to Brooke. He stood on a settee and put his semi-hard dick against her lips. Her eyes never opened as she sucked in as much as she could. She leaned forward so he could touch the little dangly thing in the back of her throat. I felt a tear form in my eye from the pain of my erection. I blinked and wiped my eyes to get rid of the tears. Once my vision was clear, I looked around my personal torture chamber.
Ella and Cindy had switched to a sixty-nine. The air filled with the sounds of lewd slurping, and feminine moans and squeals of pleasure. Brooke made gurgling sounds around the huge dick lodged in her throat. Dave and Brad dripped sweat, and their bodies had tensed. I suspected they were about to cum. Dave growled which grew into a bellow of pleasure as his entire body spasmed when he filled her with his cum. My cock jumped at the sight of white cream flowing out of my wife’s pussy. Once he emptied his balls, he pulled out of her. When Dave had moved clear of my wife’s slit, Brad pulled himself out of her ass and moved between her legs. He slammed himself into her pussy and seconds later Brooke took her third load of cum in her fertile pussy.
Brad pulled out. Gary who had grown nice and hard from her oral ministration laid her down on the floor and mounted her missionary style. He latched on her right tit and slammed his cock into her and fucked her hard. ‘She’s had more cocks today than she’s had her entire life,’ I told myself as I watched Gary fuck her for the second time. Until today only one other man had been inside my wife. Today she fucked three, one of them twice. That was more sex in an hour than we had on a romantic weekend. I looked at Cindy and Ella who had finished their mutual munch fest and had shifted so they could grind their pussies against each other. Gary slammed into Brooke one last time and howled as he shot another load into her. Cindy joined Gary in the howl as pussy cream exploded out of her and sprayed Ella who took one look at my face and joined the others in the orgasmic bliss, they had denied me. They all lay on the floor in their afterglow as the firelight danced on their hot sweaty satisfied bodies.
On the way home, I held Brooke’s hand, but we didn’t speak, and the radio was off. The only sound in the car was the tires on the wet pavement. For some reason, the squish of rubber on wet pavement reminded me of Brooke fucking three guys. When I saw the blue sign with the white H, I debated stopping. After all, they say to seek medical attention if your erection lasts more than four hours. By my calculation, I had been at least semi-erect for over six at this point. A tight mirthless smile flashed across my face at the pathetic joke. In truth, I decided my bedroom was a better place to get the relief I craved.
While Brooke showered, I set up our bedroom for a night of romance. I put out and lit some candles, turned on some light sweet romantic music, and put some of our favorite toys in easy reach. I stripped off my swim clothes and put on the silk kimono Brooke gave me for our honeymoon. I was about to get some chocolate when Brooke walked out of the bathroom in her no way Jose pajamas. She looked around the room and gave me a weak smile. She walked over to me and grabbed both my hands and kissed me lightly on the cheek. “I know I promised you to finish, but I’m worn out and sore. In the morning, anything you want to do, okay. I love you.”
I sighed in frustration but nodded, “Even your ass?”
She winced in pain but nodded. “Yes, you can fuck my ass, as long as you use a lot of lube. It’s still tender from Brad.” I kissed her and we hugged. She rested her head on my chest and I buried my face in her hair. We stood like that until she yawned. I kissed the top of her head again and let her go. She got into bed as I blew out the candles and shut off the music. By the time I had pulled on my sleepwear and got into bed, Brooke was asleep.
I tossed and turned most of the night. When I did sleep, I dreamt of Brooke fucking my boss, the entire staff at the restaurant, the customers, and every male and most females we knew. It was the first time since I was thirteen that I creamed my pajamas in my sleep. I slept later than I was used to. When I woke up, I didn’t have the normal morning wood. It was a giant redwood. I reached for Brooke and found her side of the bed was empty. I glanced at the bathroom. The door was open, and the light was off. Two sure signs Brooke wasn’t using it. I strained my ears and heard movement in the kitchen. I figured she was making me breakfast, and I smiled at the thought of fucking my wife as she flipped pancakes in nothing but an apron. I climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen, licking my lips in anticipation of finally relieving the pressure in my balls.
I almost had a heart attack when I walked into my kitchen. Cindy was sitting in Brooke’s usual seat wearing a tube top and eating a bagel. Gary was in my seat, naked. Brooke was just as naked, and she was riding his cock. She didn’t even say good morning to me when I walked in. I know she saw me when her eyes widened, but she didn’t even slow down. If anything, she rode him faster.