A Mentor [Part 4 Final][MMF]

Aren’t you going to say something?, she asked me. I faked like it was no big deal. Tom started to massage her inner thigh and she squirmed. I was still frozen. I hate confrontation so much, I just didn’t have the words. And still, watching his hard hands squeezing the inside of her thigh was making my balls tighten. Everything inside me was screaming no. Make it stop, except one small thing. Somewhere deep in the darkest part of me something wanted to see more. How far would she let him go? As these thoughts raced through my mind I realized she was still waiting for me to speak up. To say something, anything. Tom’s hand turned now, pushing back what little dress was there he was palming her white cotton covered pussy. In the fire light it was hard to make out what exactly his hand was doing now. Still no objection, he asked. Jaynes honey eyes were shining fiercely from the flames. She was a picture of hurt, anger and broken heart. I looked at my shoes.

I saw from the corner of my eye as she spread her legs apart. I could see clearly now that Tom was rubbing her vulva in a small circular pattern over her panties. He was intent on his work. With his other hand he reached out and pulled her dress strap back down her shoulder. God she looked beautiful. She grabbed the whiskey again and took several long gulps. She was going to go along with anything because I didn’t stand for her. After setting down the bottle she placed a hand over Tom’s and directed it up above her panty line, then back down inside them. As his hand began the same circular motion over heat I knew to be her perfectly trimmed bush, her lips parted and a small gasp escaped her lips. I was beginning to see a wet spot form on the white cotton.

Tom bend forward pulling the top of her dress down over one breast and caught her hard button nipple in his mouth. Jayne helped by pulling down the other side and freeing her other breast as well. She cupped it in her hand squeezing and pinching her nipple. Her other hand wandered over to Tom lap. My world was on fire. What the actual fuck was happening? I wanted to throw up, but at the same time I wanted to cum. This was so hot in a humiliating sort of way. I’d never seen Jayne being pleased like this from a different point of view.

Her hand was now rubbing along the length of something big inside his jeans. His hand had stopped rubbing circles and was now making wet squelching noises as he was obviously fucking her with his fingers now. Her breath was ragged and she was ignoring me completely now. Tom took his hands from her slowly. Jaynes hips impulsively tried to follow his hand for a second, not wanting to break contact. Her eyes opened and she immediately stood pulling her soaked white cotton panties to the ground on one motion. She bend over Tom fidgeting with his pants and blocking my view of what was happening. Suddenly I saw him hook his thumbs in his waist and pull his jeans down to his knees. Jayne straddled him, she pulled her dress up around her tummy and all I could see for a second was her perfect ass. Then she raised up and reached down between her legs to grab the thickest dick I’d ever seen. She rubbed it up and down her slit a few times to get the tip wet and then with a glance at me over her shoulder, she began to sit on it.

I watched as her pussy stretched around Tom’s cock. His veins were bulging and looked stark in contrast to her soft, smooth pussy lips. He was invading her. And I was doing nothing to stop it. His hands rested on her hips, she was wiggling and adjusting to take the whole cock. When all I could see was Tom’s balls below Jaynes ass I knew she’d taken the whole thing. Then she started to ride him. Starting off slow, she began to pick up speed until she was giving him everything she had. This wasn’t drawn out, trying to make it last sex. She was trying to make him cum and trying to cum herself. Her moans on his dick were making mine leak. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to be the dick she was riding. I just wasn’t, and it was all my fault. She wasn’t like this, she loved me, but when she looked back again at me, to see my face her eyes were somewhere else. Whatever connection I thought we had was not there right now. She was simply a woman, an attractive one that had been freed from the constraints of her marriage for a moment and was just focused on getting off while riding a thick masculine dick.

Her riding was becoming more, more deliberate almost mechanical. She was close and ready to cum. Tom was gripping hard on her hips as well. I stared, it was about to happen and my cock was twitching along with my heartbeat. Jayne squeaked, the tell tale sign she was orgasming. Her legs gripped down around Toms just as he bucked up hard, plunging as deep as he could in her soft pussy. Jayne was glistening sweat around her temples and just kind of sat there for a second catching her breath. The silence was broke when she abruptly stood up. Cum trailed out of her along with Tom’s giant dick. She let her dress fall back down her legs and shrugged her straps back onto her shoulders. I still had no words. Jayne walked inside without a word and closed the back door. Tom with his jeans still around his knees leaned over and grabbed the whiskey bottle again. He took a short swig popped the cork back in and began pulling up his jeans. I hated him now. With every inch of my being I hated him. But also I was intimidated by him. He’d just fucked my wife. And I just sat there and watched.

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