I glanced towards the door and saw Phil trying to hide a rather large and seemingly painful erection. I looked back to Alex, he nodded and released my wrists from behind my back. A slight indentation and red discoloration was the only indication of the binding.
I let my dress fall from my shoulders into a puddle of red cloth behind me. My bra and panties were still slightly askew as I knelt down on all fours.
I crawled over to Phil and he reached out to me, cradling my jaw in his hand as I lifted myself up and unfastened his pants. An almost purple monster of a cock sprang towards my face. He pulled away as I tried to position it at my lips. His grip on my cheek and twisting his lower body away from me prevented me from suckling him. He looked to Alex, who was stroking his own cock hard again. Given the sounds I was hearing, I’d wager he was almost there.
Alex smirked at Phil, “If you don’t hurry I’m going take her back.”
Phil whined as his grip on my jaw softened and he moved his hips closer to me again. My lips and tongue pushed the foreskin covering his cock back. The head of him was so stiff and purple it looked like his skin would split if I wasn’t careful. I had barely tightened my lips over the mushroom that greeted me as I felt the first string of cum coat my tongue. He had been ready to burst just from watching.
His hand was shaking as he pulled my lips from his cock and knelt down in front of me. In a quick motion, he pulled me up onto his lap and pushed himself into me. I cringed and cried out a little as he stretched me and went much deeper than my husband had. His cock didn’t nestle against my cervix, but forced its way through, poking into my womb. There was a fair bit of pain coursing through my stomach from the unexpectedness of it.
He throbbed and I felt it as I rocked gently on his lap, trying to get accustomed to how this felt. My underwear rubbed against him and he ripped the thin lace bands that crossed my hips, unwilling to lift me from his lap to remove them properly, and tossed them aside.
I wasn’t smiling, I wasn’t looking at him in adoration, but wonder. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me so tenderly it felt as though he thought he might break me. He moaned against my lips and I lifted my hips and lowered myself back onto him. I felt him shudder and his kiss deepened, his tongue sought mine out and his hand gripped the back of my head so I couldn’t pull away. I lifted my hips and lowered back on him again. I could feel the muscles in his stomach and arms tense and flex. There was so much restraint flowing through his body.
I pulled free of his kiss and looked back at Alex, “He feels wonderful. Thank you, sir.”
Phil groaned loudly and seemed to suddenly release all of the tension his body was holding on to.
He bit my neck and savored invading my womb with his still swollen cock as he began to pull my hips down to his with great force.
He was hitting my pussy so hard I was certain I’d bruise, but God did it feel amazing to be stretched and nearly ripped as his hips went faster and harder with each thrust. He gazed into my eyes when he wasn’t watching me writhe and arch my back in pleasure. Occasionally he stopped to silence my whimpers and moans with a deep kiss and moan of his own. He seemed to ache with lust for me as I rocked my hips against his when given the chance.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me so that his lips brushed against my ear and he whispered, “I’ve wanted to stretch you over my cock since we first met, Jess. Do you want my cum?”
I nodded, his hand tightened in my hair and pulled as I moaned, “Please? Please fill me with your cum?”
He groaned and made a few hard deep thrusts as he pushed me back onto the floor to be in a much more accepting position. I felt his cum spurt into me. I whimpered and squirmed beneath him. He stopped thrusting and lay still, his lips rested on my neck and his cock buried within me, still partially swollen and plugging his cum within my cunt.
I tilted my head to look back at my husband, he definitely looked jealous, but I smiled and his features softened to be more accepting. Whatever I did to deserve this man in my life, I was grateful.
This trip had been about asking someone I trusted to consider helping me and my husband start a family, but I had planned for a much less involved and intimate donation.
Then it occurred to me that I hadn’t asked and I wondered if my husband had.
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