Walking in the door, your mind was on the work day that just passed. Another long day filled with people who weren't quite speaking English it seemed. No one could understand what you were trying to say, and they had issue trying to convey their own desires. Hanging your jacket on the coat hook you look towards the living room and see David looking back at you, and then the rush hits you. There was a car parked outside. Ivan's! So tired it didn't even register the other car parked in the driveway.
A memory rush hits you, about what had occurred a few months ago, on another warm summer weekend. Your memory of how Ivan tastes, a kindness you offered when you were a little short for the green you asked for (he rolled such great joints too!).
Your head imperceptive, swivels to confirm what you already know. There is Ivan. Smiling back at you. You slow stride allows you to process as you take a few steps. Ivan sitting on the couch to one side of the room, and David on the other side, sitting on the love seat. In the middle, on the wood framed glass coffee table is a plastic bag, filled with weed and joints, slightly spilling its bounty from within. Looks like your day isn't over yet, and you get the feeling what is in front of you could make the day seem small and meaningless compared to the potential here.
David had a look. You've lived with the man a long time, and he has shared the best moments of your live. As a married couple with many years behind them, we live how we want, and desire what we want. But, he still has his pride, and there are still some understandings between the two of you that you crossed that hazy 15 or 20 mins with Ivan.
You lean over and kiss David. He responds in return. Ok, at least he isnt mega pissed. But that look. He is thinking. You look across at Ivan as you position yourself in the seat next to David. Hand on his lap. "Hello once again, that's a nice bag of goodies, I'm hoping you're planning to stay a bit and share."
You notice an almost imperceptible slight shift between the men. They've been talking. What could it be about. You trail off in your mind, thinking about what you've been reading in your mind. Before you can really nail it down, David touches your arm. Turning your head, he pulls out his phone, and right there, bright as day, a pic of you, cum on over your mouth, dripping down your chin.
A flood of images flash through your mind of the event. Ivan. You were short cash for when he appeared upon your request for a delivery. Maybe it was the nice summer day, or the alcohol, or that you were feeling generous. Ivan received payment, but no cash exchanged hands. And now David is showing it to you, in living color, on his phone.
"Want to know how I got this gem gorgeous?" The 'gorgeous' sounded slightly edgy. "I did a backup of the pics on the house network. Remember how the cell phones are tied into the auto backup? Yeah, I noticed this little surprise once I reviewed the pics. You know whats even more odd? I didn't even have to call Ivan. He was coming over to hang for a bit. I showed him the pic and he outed you instantly". You hear Ivan whisper "Bro's over hoes." Almost exactly how he said it, right before he shoved his tool in your mouth. "I don't remember you asking about this … " David trails off …
"I can explain", you blurt out, slightly panicked. Its been a very very long time since you disobeyed one of the relationship rules. The last time wasn't very fun. David went away for almost 3 weeks. To this day he won't talk about that time. In the end, he came back and you're happy to have him.
"Oh, you're going to make this right Mia". (Oh uh, he used your first name). "Ivan, as we discussed". Ivan stands up, the man was so tall, Slides his hands down to his pants, pushes the marijuana leaf buckle and unfastens his belt, pops out the button on his jeans and lets his pants slide open ever so slightly. You see that he cock is already slightly engorged.
As you sit there, thinking about what you're going to go through, you hear David speak, in a low tone. "The discussion turned to your performance. He seems to have a high regard for your cock sucking abilities. I felt a little pride rush, as its been me that has taken on the task of your sexual training." He continued, " … that peaked my interest, so I asked him how much would another bj from you be worth." David lightly taps his foot against the table, causing a small tumble of weed and joints to spill a little further. You turn your head towards him as he takes out another bag. "I was going to get this bag just for our own use, but when he made this offer, well, lets say your road to getting back on my good side starts now."
Its not like you hate this. Cock is a passion of yours, and pleasing men is nearly a need as much as a desire. So giving this large man another ball draining orgasm, who are you to argue? But, David isn't likely to make this all fun and games. You find yourself on unstable ground mentally. Does David have an angle to this? We've had many swinging escapades, and more and a few times David simply watched while you were fucked silly. Sometimes he made them watch while he showed them how to handle his woman. Many times you've been filled in on both ends. Hole filling heaven.
Well, David is here, and he's given you an opportunity to show how much that means to you. You lift your hand, index finger extended and draw at Ivan to come over to you. David gives you a simple "uh uh", Ivan drops his pants, sans underwear, and he gives you the come hither finger action. Time to give in you say. With one knee on the edge of the table, you pivot across placing a hand on the other side of the green bounty and land your other hand on the other side of thet table. His semi erect cock just inches from your locked eyes. "Happy to have a solid table" you absently observe looking upward, you see him smirk just as you feel the back of your head being pressed towards his member.
Drawing your legs back under yourself and sitting on the edge of the table, you grab for his cock and give its girth a lift. Thick, weighty, hot, cock. Giving him a lick along the back, you lift it up and around as your tongue traces his hardening manhood. Cupping his sack, and maneuvering his tool around with your other hand, your tongue starts a wet dance ballet all around him. Giving special attention to his 'boys' as you feel you didn't give them proper servicing last time. He gets rock hard quickly.
You feel wetness between your legs start to warm up. Being used always gives you a thrill. Being allowed to please a man stirs up primal things in yourself. Cravings. Wants. Needs. Its almost automatic for your hand to start jerking his rod as you enjoy giving his left and righty special attention. His moans gives away a tell. Men always love a woman's mouth. Everywhere. Pulling back, you spit on his cock and start to jerk faster. Then you finally give him what he wants. You shove him in as far as you can. Tasting salty fluids, you feel him press the back of your throat. He grabs the sides of your head. Licking him inside your mouth, he is a lozenge in your mouth and you want to get to his creamy center.
He starts to buck his hips in and out. Slightly. You put a hand on his hip and give him a slight push to sit. Putting his hand on the back of the couch and the other on the back of your head, he moves so that your mouth never lets up an inch. The small movement from your sitting position to your knees in front of him in comforted by the carpet. Many times your knees have been pressed into this mat. Gliding a hand along the side of his physique you go back to your cum quest.
Right then you feel the floor vibrate as the entire coffee table is being shoved to the side. Your head lifts and turns slightly, drool slowly cascading down his rod to match the corners of your mouth. With one sweep, David has cleared a path between him and you. The action, creating its own chaos, does nothing to halt or distract from the prize in your hands. He stands up, looking at you.
Removing his shirt with one gesture, his hand turns your head back to Ivan just as the other flicked his shirt around your neck from the other direction to catch it with his first hand. You know what is coming next and your nipples, already erect, tingle along with your pussy. A tug and one small twist of his hand, shirt winding tightly into a neck enclosure you hear that ever so familiar zip, swish sound and you know David is going to take you while he uses his shirt as a makeshift collar and leash. Your body flushes with the thoughts of your love for him.
He bends over, mouth next to your ear, and whispers. "You've been bad. This isn't going to be over after we finish using this body today. I wanted to show Ivan that he and I are cool, and you needed to be knocked a peg down." His hardness is pressing between your ass cheeks, throbbing, pulsing. His hand twisting the shirt a little tighter, your air starting to be restricted. You could fit a hand into your cunt now. Visions of the cum that these men will unload onto you fills you with desire to be the reason of their release.
Grabbing you by either side of your warm hips and lifting you up on all fours, you plunge your mouth back onto Ivan as David spanks your ass with his large hard cock. Putting one hand on that curvy ass, his usual slow entry is quickly forgotten as he drives himself entirely into you. Not the slightest resistance as your swollen and juicy pussy easily accepts everything he has. You could use two in there really.
Focusing on the task in hand, you leave David to do as he will. First things cum first with Ivan. Playing with him, kissing him, rubbing him all over you. Whatever David has in store to balance things over your indiscretion, its best to absorb as much penis love as you can get. From both ends.
Never stopping the piston action of your hand. Allowing your lust to take over, you treat yourself. By letting go of your guilt. Your concerns. Your love. Allowing your body to feel the waves of passion and lust as they flow over you. Ivan, his large cock stretching your mouth. Your tongue and hands covering as much skin as they can. David, pulling your neck back with his shirt, continues rocking you back and forth as he is taking an inch out of you. You give in to letting the bodies at either of your ends do what they want with your holes. Ivan starts to fuck your face. Just like last time. Pumping, pumping, his hands wrapping tighter and tighter on the side of your head. You taste him. He is leaking and his excitement will not be contained much longer. Stroking his balls, you rub his body all over as his cream starts overflowing your mouth. You've swallowed many loads and this makes as much a mess as any of them. Splashes of cum all over your face and dropping onto the carpet. Ivan shoves himself back into your mouth, "Clean me."
His cock, slick with fluids slides across that nimble tongue, and like the cock whore you are, you are on the look for any signs of cum. Mustn't be a poor host you think as you lick up and down. Sliding your fingers around your mouth, a semen possessed face wiper. Pass after pass directing his juice into your warm, welcoming tongue. You see a nice shot dripping down his sack and you do the first thing that comes to mind. Can't leave any behind is not just a military motto, its also a personal motto of yours.
Licking his balls clean, making sure to lap up any missed bulbs of white fluids. David rushes back into focus, his thumb reaches 2 knuckles deep. You feel him inside as his cock rubs against the wall between your ass and pussy. His hand still firmly grabbing the shirt around your neck, he shoves himself as far as he can, and holds it there. Your pussy feels full, but yet, unsatisfied as your hunger for cock has your body attuned to the pounding of men inside. He gives the shirt another tug, forcing your back to arch. As your lips leave Ivan, you grab at the shirt with a cum covered hand out of reflex, your other hand barely using the couch as leverage to lessen the pressure.
His cock, while almost as long as Ivan, is certainly thicker. The rhythm of his hands, hips and penis, all performing the dance that your body knows well. David has taken you countless times. You can tell when he is fucking you angry. This is one of those times. Thrusts that have little regard for how far he can poke. Even though slightly smaller, David still packs a deep thrust. Given how wet and horny you are, his thrusts won't satiate your pussy's hunger, but damn does his relentless pounding give you the tingles, from your toes up.
Ivan makes a small grunt, grabbing the side of the couch, proceeds to stand up. Pulling his pants up enough to get them buttoned, and reaches over to the table and picks up one of the scattered joints. Grabbing a lighter from his pants, he sparks up and takes a look around. With a long haul, he mutters "need to take a piss" and walks away, smokey wisps wafting behind him. He gives David a high five as he walks away.
David drops the shirt and says one word, "pray". You instinctively drop from all fours and pose your round plump ass as high as you can, your face pressing into the carpet, you feel drops of cum warming up under your carpet bound skin. Hearing him spit, his swollen member enters your mound, loose and velvety. He gives a small moan, pleasure unmatched he always calls it. Moving a step up and places his foot on the side of your head. "Couldn't help yourself with him I suppose …" With each thrust, you feel his balls against your asshole. You feel his pelvis slapping into yours. His hand grabs the part of your ass tattoo. Rocking your hips back, you hold yourself open to him, allowing him to fuck you like it will never happen again. To make every thrust as if its the last.
The weight of his foot, keeping your head down. His ever moving hips keeping your ass high in the air. That grip feels like he is trying to take the tattoo off. Faster and faster. His thrusts are deliberate and deep. Just then, he pulls out and steps back, releasing your head and starts to spray his load all over. From your nice curvy butt, it pools and slithers down the nape of your back. More finds landing on your shoulders, hair, face. Warm white rain. You feel it like a cape on your back. Super Whore.
Your pussy feels amazing. Your body, reacting to being cock used as you so like, twinges and tweaks. Rolling over, head and shoulders slumped up on the couch a bit. You grab yourself by the tit, mixing the cum from your hand. Sliding your hand down to your stretched but hungry pussy. Rubbing to catch the waves. Hardly notice Ivan coming back from the bathroom, nor him passing David the joint as they stand watching your solo performance.
Each flick of your nipples, tingles with mini spasms. Your hand, firmly grasping your flesh. You give yourself a light slap. Feeling your juice splatter into your hand. If only you had another cock to satisfy. Your thoughts fade into thoughts of your sexual desires as your orgasm floods across you. You clutch your breast tightly as each wave targets the erogenous zone under your hand.
Fluttering pulses carry you deeper and deeper. Your body releasing the stress of the day. You hardly realize your naked on the floor, covered in cum, with your husband and his drug dealing friend watching.
Slowly opening your eyes, you give a small grin. David looking down upon the event he created, gives a tiny smirk back. His poker smirk. We'll be ok it tells you, but you better be ready for more atonement to clean the board in his eyes. As another tingle flashes past you, you know you're looking forward to it.
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