Marie bobbed her head a few more times and then released him from her mouth. She straddled him and lowered her pussy over his cock. Mick raised his hands and held her hips as Marie guided his cock to her entrance. As he entered her, she closed her eyes and moaned softly, sliding down his full length. Leaning forward, she kissed him passionately again and started to raise and lower her hips, driving him in and out of her leaking pussy, a white froth forming around the entrance. She was literally masturbating him with her pussy.
Their lovemaking was slower, less frantic, but somehow more loving; my wife was making love to her brother.
His hips found the rhythm, and slowly undulated up and down, pulling out to his head before forcing it upwards to reach as deep as he could. This slow, deliberate love-making lasted loonger than the frenzied sex on the kitchen table. Previously it had been driven by pure lust, but this was different, I could see it was different, I was watching my wife truly make love to someone. In a way, it was beautiful to watch, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously and concern. Had I opened up something that I couldn’t control Paul had warned me about the risks, but in the heat of the moment our dicks often overrule our thoughts.
Marie was moaning, her breathing starting to become heavier, her moans louder again. She rarely broke the kiss to take in more air, their tongues clearly intertwined. Mick’s hands were now playing with her breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs as she kept riding him.
My own cock had hardened again too and I was steadily pumping it as I watched my wife and her brother in action. I had fantasized about this, wanted it, and now I was watching it. Hopefully the video recording would be capturing all the cameras in the room, but for now I was content with the view. The angle from the adapted alarm clock on the bedside table gave me a perfect view and the second camera hidden in a light-fitting above the bed was providing a second angle.
I saw the tell-tale signs that Marie was about to cum, her head threw back and she cried out as her body shook, but Mick was not going to relent this time and kept her there impaled on his dick as he rhythmically stroked in and out. He kept up this steady pace, not fast, but his thickness was more than enough to fill her, stretching her pussy to the limits. He kept going and moments later, Marie orgasmed again, this time more intensely, and still he kept going.
“No more, no more, I can’t take it Mick”, I heard her saying, “too sensitive, no more”.
But Mick didn’t listen, he just kept going. I’d never seen her so satiated, so complete, yet still again, another orgasm crashed through her exhausted body. Mick’s cock was forcing one orgasm after another. Mick broke from their kiss and immediately bit down on her neck, clamping her flesh with his lips, he sucked hard. Marie was in a trance-like state, oblivious to his action, revelling as one orgasm after another crashed through her body. He bit down harder and then grunting, I watched as he forced his cock hard inside her and started to cum. Marie orgasmed hard, her body shaking, and all but passed out, collapsing on top of him.
I too erupted at the thought that her brother was cumming inside her, grabbing even more tissues and holding them to my pulsating cock. My demure, dutiful, conservative wife had just received the fucking of her life by her very own brother.
Mick rolled her carefully off his chest onto her back, still keeping his cock inside her and pulled the covers over to keep her warm. Fortunately for me, they had left the lights on, but they were both too tired to care. Marie cuddled into him and soon they were lost in a deep sleep, their bodies entwined.
I too was exhausted just from watching them, and settled into bed, my head spinning with the visions of what I had observed tonight. I set an alarm for 5am. Sleep came over me.
I was woken by the insistent sound of my alarm. It started like a noise penetrating a dream and it took me a few moments to wake enough to register that it was my alarm clock. I dragged myself out of bed, set up the coffee maker, and went over to check on the camera.
Marie and Mick appeared to still be entwined pretty much in the same position when they had fallen asleep, and it made me wonder whether he was still inside her. I checked for new recordings but there weren’t any. It seemed that they must have slept deeply. The coffee maker started gurgling, indicating that the brew was ready, so I poured a mug, before taking my seat at the desk. I scanned the screens, holding my mug of coffee in both hands, taking occasional sips from it.
I watched for about 30 minutes, making s second cup of coffee and snacking from the meagre ***********ion of items available from the mini bar. I should have thought to buy some snacks. I thought about the events of yesterday, but the concerns seemed to be less important, I was convinced that I could undo the programming I had conditioned Marie to believe. I noticed a movement in the bed covers where Mick was laying. It seemed like his hips were moving slowly in a steady rhythm and he had actually started fucking Marie while she slept. This went on with Marie seemingly blissfully unaware of what he was doing but I was sure that he would be having an effect on her. No doubt his morning wood, like mine was demanding sone attention.
Marie let out a soft and gentle moan and she opened her eyes, blinking at the bright light overhead that still illuminated the room. She turned her head towards Mick, smiled at him, her lips mouthing a kiss, before closing her eyes again, mewing softly. Mick picked up the pace, pumping her harder, using her body.
Marie was moaning louder, and I could discern that her body was responding. Marie’s breasts were swaying and her brown nipples protruding strongly silhouetted on her breasts as they rocked back and forth in unison with the movement of Mick’s hips.
Marie’s moans continued to get louder, and her head was rocking from side to side. Mick quickened his pace and slammed into her, grunting as he unloaded into her pussy again, triggering an almost simultaneous orgasm in Marie. I watched as the couple relaxed and recovered themselves for a few minutes. They turned and kissed lovingly as if Mick was somehow her husband. No doubt, he had managed to claim her body physically and her heart was following.
After a few minutes of post coital petting, Mick threw back the bed cover and climbed out of bed, heading for the bathroom. The bathroom screen lit up and I observed as he took a lengthy pee. Back in the bedroom, Marie had her hand down by her crotch, fingering herself. Was there no satisfying this woman?
As Mick flushed, Marie climbed out of bed and called out to him, “I’ll go put the coffee on” and headed out of the bedroom, still naked. A few moments later, I watched as she passed through the living room and entered the kitchen, where she set about making coffee. I could just make out a glistening from here inner thighs, where thin trails of cum were dripping down her legs from her pussy. She looked so sexy like that.