“Stuff! What stuff?”
“They make her kiss them. Suck on their gross tongues. Degrading shit. They make her kneel on the floor so they can put their cigars in her asshole and they make her lap up whiskey they intentionally spill onto the floor.”
She smiled as Stephen’s prick flexed in her hand.
“The first night she was there, she accidentally climaxed in front of them. Had a full fucking orgasm. They didn’t even fuck her but they were passing her roughly around, taking turns feeling her up and sticking their big fingers into her pussy. It all got too much for her and she had a full-on fucking orgasm. The men were fucking delighted! As you’d imagine.”
Sucking his balls lovingly, her hand wanked him expertly, from the base to the tip, squeezing the base making the veins pop out.
“They make her striptease to music; serve them snacks and drinks and stuff. Sometimes she’ll masturbate for them and they’ll pour their drinks all over her. Pour alcohol into her pussy and take turns licking her asshole. Stuff like that.”
She closed her mouth around his cock once more, bobbing energetically, the back of her throat making gurking noises as she deep-throated him, hungry for his cum.
“What else? Please tell me more!!”
“The old guys wanked into a shot glass once and when it was full to the brim Kay poured it all over her own face and tits for them.”
Stephen was gone! Lust consumed him! His hips were thrusting hard, fucking my wife’s face. Karen only broke off so she could ram her tongue into his mouth, groaning with pleasure as their lips locked. Stephen grabbed the back of her head, and practically ate her face while she squeezed her amazing breasts around his shaft, pleasuring him with a tit-fuck.
It all got a bit too much for her too. Her nipples are incredibly sensitive right now and she wasn’t exaggerating when she’d told us all earlier that she’s constantly horny. Orgasm took her a second time. My wife started to cum! Hard!
Clutching his dick so tight that it made his veins and mushroom head look like they were gonna pop, Karen thrashed her clitoris with her free hand as her whole body climaxed in pleasure. Stephen gripped her hard, still kissing her deeply with his eyes closed.
I may as well have not been in the room as they made love. You could tell she loved every second of Stephen’s mouth and hands on her. He caressed her hair, her bare back, holding her breasts around his prick which he gently fucked, kissing her all the while.
When she finally broke contact, sitting back upon her heels, she was flushed and dazed and smiling goofily up at him. His swollen member was enraged, red and ready to explode. Notwithstanding, Karen patted it like it was a small friendly gerbil then began rummaging through her discarded housecoat. To our surprise she produced her mobile phone.
“Earlier, when I showed John out to the door, I called Kay and told her what happened. She knows you’re here.” she said.
This had a sobering effect on Stephen, who blinked uncertainly. I did too, I must admit.
“If you want to,” Karen continued, once more taking hold of Stephen’s furious hard-on, “You can stay here and cum all over my little face.” she smiled, kissing the head of his dick. “We can go upstairs and you can screw me as many times as you wish. My horny little husband won’t mind, will you darling?” she asked me.