“Undo the straps on the garter and slide your panties off.”
She did. From my angle I could barely see but I was surprised that she was freshly shaven. Emil unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a chiseled physique to which the pictures didn’t quite do justice. He stood and unbuckled his belt.
“Slide your fingers inside.”
She did not need encouragement. I saw her hand moving between her legs. Emil slid his pants and underwear off. His legs were hard and muscular. His cock was long, thick, and very hard. Still standing, he began to stroke it.
“That’s right, baby. Play with that pussy for me. You’re so sexy when you do that.”
Sally shuddered slightly at the words. I was getting excited and without paying attention my hand moved down to rub my cock through my pants. Emil saw and said to Sally,
“Your husband is touching his cock. Did you give him permission to do that?”
“No.”
“Do you want him to touch his cock or to watch us jealously?”
“I don’t want him touching his cock. Larry, do not touch yourself.”
I was taken aback. Emil took a step toward my wife who was still pleasuring herself. Standing directly in front of her he held the head of his cock to her lips.
“Do you want this big, fat cock?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Miguel. Please can I suck your beautiful cock?”
“Is it a nicer cock than your husband’s?”
She hesitated. Thank God for that.
“Yes. It is nicer than Larry’s and I want it bad.”
Emil slapped it gently on her cheeks, teasing her lips with it. I realized that although we seemed to talk about our limits endlessly, we oddly never covered the issue of whether oral sex would be covered or not. This seemed not to be an issue for Sally at all. My stomach lurched, but so did my prick.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
He rested the tip of his member on her tongue and slid the head into her mouth. She eagerly began to suck and bob. Her fingers were still working in and out of her cunt. Emil took her head in his hands as he thrusted into her mouth. She gagged slightly but made no effort to disengage. He was roughly fucking her mouth.
“You like being a slut in front of your husband, don’t you?”
She made a noise of agreement as she sucked more vigorously.
“You would never do this for your husband, would you? Your mouth is mine. I own you.”
She was cradling his balls now as she sought to please him with her mouth. She looked up at him imploringly with tears from the cock in her throat.
He smiled and took his cock out of her mouth. It was pulsing and glistening with her saliva. She raised her to her feet and kissed her deeply. Then he began to undress her. He turned her around and unzipped her dress, sliding it down her body. She had on a black lace bra that matched her panties that he unclasped, running his hands over her breasts as he kissed the back of her neck and nibbled on her ears.
“You are so beautiful,” he purred again, “I want to make you mine.”
She had on only her stockings, garter, necklace, and wedding ring. He sat her back down on the bed, threw her legs up, and while standing, began to slide his cock over her glistening slit. Every time he touched her clit with the head she shuddered and moaned.
“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. I want to be yours.”
“Larry, are you okay with that? Can I slide my big cock into your wife?”
There was a hint of mockery in his voice. He still did not have a condom on and wanted to say something but couldn’t. I nodded.
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I managed to get out.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck Roberta.”
“Roberta your wife.”
“Yes, please fuck Roberta my wife and make her come.”
As soon as I said that he reached for the condoms on the night table. We had left them there, following his earlier instructions on the phone. He put one on.
He moved Sally further up the bed, positioning her so I was directly facing her pussy. Not that I could see it, though, because he positioned himself between her legs and entered her.
Her moan, was deep, long, and primal as he fucked her. He lifted her legs up and moved with a variety of speeds and angles. One minute he was pumping hard and rapidly, the next we was grinding against her pelvis. He would occasionally lower his mouth to kiss her or to lick or suck her tits. I could mainly see this tightening balls and cock moving in and out of her. I dared not say anything or move. I lost count of the number of times Sally came.
Emil flipped her over repositioned her so she was on all fours looking straight at me. Or she would have if she could see straight. Her eyes were slightly glazed with pleasure. Emil, though, looked straight at me as he entered her from behind.
“Larry, isn’t Roberta beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“Is she like this when you fuck her?”
I thought about this for a minute as he picked up his pace. She was grunting in pleasure with every thrust.
“No.”
“Do you think she likes a big Latino cock more than yours?”
I didn’t answer.
“Stand up and take your clothes off. Let’s see what you have.”
I stripped. My cock was hard. It was not in any objective sense small but it felt that way with Emil in the room.
“Roberta, do you want Larry to stroke his cock for you?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed out of some primal spot. “You like watching Miguel fuck me, don’t you? Show me how jealous you are.”
I stroked my aching cock unsure if I should move it to Sally’s mouth. I felt small in many ways in this room.
Emil pulled out and began to change condoms. I was unsure why but I didn’t really notice or care. Sally too was drifting in a land of pleasure.
Suddenly her eyes widened.
“Yessss…,” she hissed. Emil had changed his angle and I realized that he was rubbing the head of his cock on her asshole. I could tell from her reaction when he entered her. She scrunched up her face and grabbed the sheet. I caught a glint from her wedding ring. I was unsure if he was hurting her.
“Fuck! Yes! More!” she said, leaving no further doubt.
“Do you let your husband fuck you in the ass?”
“No.” Not exactly the truth, I knew, but she never showed enthusiasm for it like this.
“Who owns your ass?”
“You do, Miguel. You own my ass. Please, fuck it.”
I was lost in my own pleasure as I continued to play with myself to the rhythm of his hips slamming into her buttocks.
“I bet you want to feel a mouth on your pussy now, don’t you? Licking your clit as I fuck your ass.”
She groaned.
“Larry has nothing to do. Tell him to lick your clit.”
She looked up at me, fire in her eyes.
“Larry, lick me. Do it now.”
This was not quite over a line but was really tightroping along it. I slid under her, not objecting primarily because I knew that it would move my cock near her mouth. Maybe I could get some relief.
I began to lick her slit as he fucked her ass. She did not know whether to move herself down onto my mouth or up against his ass, both were so pleasurable for her. I moved my head up a little and began to suck hard on her clit. I could see his cock in Sally’s ass, his balls sometimes grazing against my head. Once again, I felt the strange combination of jealousy and arousal jumping every time her chin brushed lightly against my cock. Otherwise she was so wrapped in her own pleasure she paid no attention to my member.