Rakesh moaned into Diana’s tight, sodden fuck-hole. Her pussy was sopping wet, and dripped her juices over his chin.
He had no choice. He gave in fully. He let his tongue lap and swirl inside Diana’s ass, cleaning every drop of Gael’s seed from his cheating backdoor slut.
“Mmmm, yessss…” Diana said. “My little cuck… I love taking big cocks in my ass while you sleep, baby…”
As Rakesh moaned and cleaned out her cum-soaked asshole, Diana stroked him faster… and faster…
“And you love that I’m a cum-slut for all the boys’ cocks… Big, hard cocks cumming for me… Cumming for you to lick up…”
Rakesh moaned.
“I love you…” Diana said, pumping her husband’s small dick.
Rakesh’s cock blasted hot jets of cum into her hand. She giggled delightedly. She bent forward and swallowed him.
Diana must have sucked down his seed for several seconds. She must have lifted her ass from his face, leaving him a cum-smeared, enervated mess. She must have gotten back on the bed and curled up again between her two lovers.
Rakesh didn’t know because the second he exploded, he seemed to black out in exquisite, twisted pleasure.
As rapidly as he had awoken, the young banker fell asleep once again.
FADE TO BLACK.
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Strange dreams.
A white horse careens towards a blue-white horizon. Waves wash over it, darkening its hide black. Darkness prevails. Flickers of ocean spray fill the air.
The spray is sticky, and warm, and tastes like salt.
She rises from the black waves. Her green hair whips in the viscous air.
She looks right at you.
In disorienting slow motion, she blows a kiss.
Her lips part. She says something… A secret… Something terribly, terribly important…
All sound is lost under the violent winds.
—
The fingers pause.
Oh, yes, it’s getting dark.
Not outside, of course. Outside the cliff-hanging villa, the Greco-Italian seafront is still swathed in afternoon sunshine. But in the recesses of her memories, consuming darkness reigns.
‘In all darkness lies the promise of light…’
Can she write that? She types a word. Backspaces. Types again.
Lawrence Answer warned her not to write about physics. What about amateur philosophy?
Her fingers dance over the keys, airborne.
Perhaps she will let just a little light in…
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Rakesh awoke with the island light in his eyes. A salmon-hued sun hung over the sea, framed in the bedroom window. It was still early.
He shifted on the plush silk pillows and smacked his lips together.
Fuck, he thought, grimacing. That’s right… cum.
Cum from his wife’s freshly used ass.
Why the hell was his dick stirring in his crotch for what felt like the billionth time?
He glanced around but saw no sight of Diana or Gael on the scattered sheets. He hauled himself off the bed and went in search of a bathroom.
The sizable, marbled lavatory had more chambers than the Vaibhav’s whole apartment back in London. Passing the double sinks, Rakesh found a separate anteroom with a urinal and toilet. He grasped his naked member, willed away the sprouting erection, and pissed.
He was mid-stream when he noticed the sound. There was another source of murmuring water.
After finishing, Rakesh moved around the corner and followed the audible jets. Another room emerged, consisting of a large round tub and a spacious shower.
And there he saw it:
In the shower Gael was fucking his wife again.
Only it wasn’t so much fucking… Diana was pressed up against the glass, Gael’s hands holding her ass. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. With long, slow strokes of his mighty cock, he was making love to her.
The showered poured over Gael’s back as the two kissed and moaned. They hadn’t noticed Rakesh. And so, again, the cuckold husband decided to watch.
Shock was no longer in his inventory of emotions.
He moved up against the doorframe. His own rod hardened between his naked legs.
Gael and Diana’s tongues dueled together as they leisurely fucked. Her hands roamed over his wet back. Her fingers curled sensuously into his hair.
As their kissing subsided, the cheating hotwife stared deep into her lover’s eyes.
“I love you so fucking much,” she said.
Rakesh’s throat wadded up.
So it hadn’t been a dream. It had all been real; more real than he thought he could handle.
“I love you,” Gael replied, pushing his massive, turgid length all the way into Diana, eliciting a pleasured yelp and a moan.
Rakesh watched in abject, consuming jealousy… and arousal.
The hyperreality of their situation suddenly settled in. His wife, his beautiful Diana… she had started off as all his. Then, at his prodding no less, she had taken part in the Hotwife Games. She had played the role perfectly, committing all sorts of sexy, X-rated sins for his viewing pleasure.
But now she was making love to her ex… as they declared their love for each other.
The sordid turn crystallized around Rakesh, its weight descending like nightfall in a horror film. His stomach sank. Sweat beaded down his neck as his worst fear seemed to come true… He had lost Diana to Gael.
—
Utter darkness.
—
Yet his fucking dick was hard as a rock… He could not stop watching.
Gael’s long strokes grew faster and faster. The pair kissed, reaffirmed their love, fucked harder, longer…
Rakesh stroked his cock, jerking off with shame rising in his gullet. Then Diana spoke.
“Wait, wait, baby –” she told Gael, feeling his impending climax. “I need it on me… I want it on my face.”
Rapidly, the buff movie star hoisted his sexy lover off of his giant dong. Diana got to her knees in front of him. Rakesh couldn’t help himself. He moved closer for a better view.
Gael stroked his long, meaty dick. Diana looked up at her gorgeous lover and licked her lips. Her pretty, heart-shaped face was inches from his obscenely bulging cock-head, and he groaned as he felt his orgasm building.
“Yesss… Give me that cum… Shoot for me, my love… Send me back to my husband glazed with your hot cream…”
The movie star groaned loudly.
“Cum on my face,” Diana continued. “Pleeeease…”
She ran her fingertips teasingly over her nipples, pushing out her tits as she stuck her face under his hard, massive cock. “Cover me in cum… make me your pretty little whore… your cum-slut… all yours… I need it…”
Gael’s balls contracted. He moaned viscerally. Rakesh could tell he was going to blow. The cuck husband moved up closer to the glass shower door, still unseen by his cheating whore wife. He kept stroking himself, feeling his own cum bubbling in his balls.
“I’m yours now, Gael,” Diana said with a horny grin. Her sheer sluttiness, her shameless adultery, and the oncoming promise of Gael’s cum-shower were all making her pussy gush furiously. She reached a hand down and fingered her soaking clit.
“I love you,” she told Gael, and he roared as his climax came to a head.
Just then the shower door was thrown open…
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In all darkness lies the promise of light.
Fuck what Lawrence Answer wants. Forget the rules.
The word has its own diktat, its own demanding gravity…
—
Diana’s eyes popped wide as she looked at her furious, naked husband.
Gael’s cock exploded, shooting a huge torrent of cum all over Diana’s cheek and forehead.