She gripped the bedsheet in her small hands, and head lifting up off the bed, giving Mike a glimpse of her small, but well shaped breasts. Her mouth opened just slightly, and then a little more, and then a little more. A moan was forced from her throat, and her tongue snaked out from between her lips as her body rocked back and forth.
And then it hit. Her eyes snapped open, her pupils like pinpoints. She stared right at him, but Mike knew she couldn’t see him. She could only feel the intense pleasure that Aaron had coaxed from her body, yet again. And if the sight wasn’t enough, Mike heard it, barely a whisper. “Oh god,” she breathed. “I’m cumming.”
The way she said it played over in his mind again and again. She didn’t scream it out and announce it to the world. It was barely enough for Mike to hear, and even then, he wouldn’t know what she said unless he had the help of reading her lips. And if that wasn’t enough, the way her body shook and trembled, and the cry out, and the look to the heavens. It wasn’t so much an orgasm as it was a catharsis.
But the way she said it. It’s like she was talking to herself. The way a person does when they’ve been tested and tried, and the will pushes the body to go on. The way she said “Oh god,” and “I’m cumming,” was what Mike equated to a marathon runner, yards away from the finish line, telling themselves, “Come on, you can do this.”
It was the sounds that plagued Mike’s mind. Those words, her gasps, and whimpers and groans. The sick, squelching sound as her lover Aaron thrusted his cock into her tight wetness. It was a sound that would make anyone flinch in disgust. Like a boot stepping into mud, or mixing macaroni and cheese into a bowl.
But that’s not what Mike thought of. He thought of a churning, like the way you would stoke a fire. That’s what Aaron was doing. He was making Jen hotter and hotter until she simply exploded.
The silence was deafening when she finally came down from her climax. Mike could only hear his own heart pounding against his chest and his own labored breathing, despite not having moved an inch in the chair.
Aaron let her lay for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside her, his body completely covering her. He whispered in her ear, and she turned to face him, her eyes close, but a blissful grin on her lips.
“You ready for my cum baby? he whispered. This one Mike heard.
“Yea,” she said, a relaxed sigh.
“Where do you want it baby?” He asked.
“In….” She started to say. But then her eyes opened and this time they looked at Mike. “Ummm, Mike? Where should he… finish?”
Mike was caught off guard by the question. How was he supposed to answer? No where? Jen had had her fun. They were done right. But then he realized how that would make him seem.
“Oh fuck,” he heard Jen moan. He had started fucking her again, while Mike thought of Jen’s question.
“No rush.” Aaron said casually. “Maybe I can make her cum again.”
Jen giggled and turned to look at Aaron who winked at her. She turned back and saw the look on Mike’s face. “Just tell us where Mike.” And it can all be over, he finished in his head.
Not inside her, he thought. He didn’t want that inside her. Yes she was on the pill, but Mike would never be able to get that out of his mind. On her face? No, Mike would want to kiss her, and it was bad enough she had taken Aaron’s dick in her mouth.
“Her body,” Mike blurted out. “Her front.”
Jen turned to Aaron and nodded. In a series of smooth movements, Aaron slid Jen’s legs to one side, roller her over, and then split her legs once again. The whole time he kept his cock buried deep inside her. Mike would never be able to pull off such a task. When he made moved to Jen, and they tried to change positions, he fell out of her almost instantly.
“Oh god, fuck me,” Jen moaned. Aaron was right, Jen would probably cum again before he did. Her legs raised slowly, first to his hips, then higher until they were hooked over his shoulders. She was opening up herself to him, tilting her pussy to take him deeper.
Aaron gave her what she wanted, and soon Jen was in a cycle of constant moans and whimpers. Her skin had become flush, a sign that Mike learned she was close from their previous encounter with Aaron. Her hair was matted from sweat, despite just laying there. Apparently it took a lot of effort to take such a big cock.
“I’m close,” she moaned. “Cum with me baby.”
Her hands had come up to play with her breasts, but Aaron took hold of them and pinned them above her head. “No,” he laughed. “If you cum, you cum on my cock alone.”
The words sent a shiver through Jen’s body. Mike knew how much she liked confidence, she was always attracted to men who just seemed to exude this trait. She had a hard time cumming from just penetration, at least with him. That didn’t appear to be an issue with Aaron.
“Oh god,” she groaned suddenly. Mike looked over to see what had cause the reaction, but all he could see was Aaron thrusting into his wife.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” Jen moaned again. Something had changed to drive Jen to higher pleasure.
“You like that?” Aaron grinned down at her.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me,” she cried. Her hands struggled against his, but It was a futile attempt against Aaron’s strength.
Aaron stopped thrusting and just held his cock inside her. He was about halfway in, as Jen’s hips began squirming on his cock.
“Oh god, oh god,” she chanted. Her hands again began wringing in his, and her body started shaking. “Please fuck me!” She cried out suddenly.
Aaron buried his cock deep into Mike’s wife, so violently that the sound of their bodies crashing into each other shocked Mike. But Mike wasn’t going to do anything about it, he was in a haze of confusion and curiosity from the way Jen was reacting to seemingly nothing.
“Fuck I’m cumming!” This announcement was probably enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Aaron drove into his wife with such a brutal intensity that Mike could only imagine coming from a wild animal.
Jen came so hard, juices sprayed from between them, each spurt followed by a desperate gasp for air, only to be cut short by another spasm and a yet another spray.
“Fuck, here I cum,” Aaron roared. He pulled out of Jen’s trembling body, and held his cock pointed down to her flushed, damp form.
The first of Aaron’s cum splattered against Jen’s flawless skin, only to be quickly joined by two more. He stroked his long, thick cock, the head engorged in an angry flare, as another shot fired against her body. Again and again, this continued, as the rivers of his seed pooled on her body.
When Aaron was satisfied he had emptied his load onto Jen, and reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. “May I?” He said looking first to Jen, who lay in a daze, but gave a weak nod. Then he looked to Mike, who gave an equally weak nod.
Aaron snapped a picture, taking care to get as much of Jen’s exquisite body, but to exclude her face. He showed to picture to Jen, who giggled and looked away embarrassed, and then to Mike, who just smiled and nodded.
“That was great,” he said with a satisfied sigh. Jen had reached over and began to suck his cock clean. She wasn’t trying to get him hard again, but she wouldn’t complain to another round.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” Aaron said, helping Jen to her feet. She still hadn’t let Aaron’s cock go from her hand. It was like her favorite toy, and she didn’t want to let it go.
He lifted off the bed into his arms like she was a feather, and carried her into the master bathroom. Mike tried not to gawk at the massive organ swinging still half hard from between Aaron’s legs. The sight of it exposed only made him wonder how Jen had managed to take him.
While they were in the bathroom, Mike stared at the bed where he had just watched his wife get taken again by her lover. He went through a roller coaster of emotions, except this time he was prepared for it. The eroticism of watching his wife taken to the heights of pleasure were stronger now, and he fended off the feeling of disgust and inadequacy in himself. He focused on the images, the sounds, and even the smell of their fuck session, and it made him harder.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t come to until Jen and Aaron came back out of the shower. He didn’t realize that nearly twenty minutes had passed.
“Here she is,” Aaron said, “Fresh as a daisy, and all yours.”
Jen sad down on Mike’s lap, and giggled when she could feel his stiffness. Aaron continued on getting dressed, while Mike took the opportunity to run his hands over Jen’s freshly cleaned body.
“I enjoyed our time,” Aaron said, moving to shake Mike’s hand. “Please don’t hesitate to call again.”
“We won’t,” Mike said with a smile.
Mike was a little bit relieved when Jen stayed in his lap. The first time she had walked Aaron out, and Mike knew they had snuck in a little more play. He didn’t really mind, except that it felt like Jen wanted to be alone with Aaron, even just for a little bit. This time, when Aaron left, she just gave him a wave and snuggled into Mike’s lap.
“You tired?” Mike asked her, wrapping his arms around his wife.
“Yea,” she said, and then giggled. “But never too tired for this,” she said reaching down between them and gently stroking his hard cock.
“You sure?” Mike asked.
Jen didn’t respond, she just got up off his lap and knelt between his legs. With a deft touch she opened his pants and pulled his throbbing hard cock out. It was shiny and glistening with his arousal, and looked bigger than it normally did.
“Oh wow, Mike,” she said, with more awe than Mike had ever heard her refer to his cock. “Poor baby, you stayed hard the whole time?”
Mike nodded. “I want you to cum,” Jen said. “Whenever and wherever you want to. This is for you. My way of saying thank you.” She said as she slowly wrapped her hand around his cock. He didn’t measure up to Aaron the same way. He was about average girth, and around five inches, or even six now given how hard he was.
“Jen…” Mike said, a panic in his voice.
“Whenever you want, Mike. Don’t hold back,” she said, as she started kissing his cock and licking the shaft. “Thank you for staying so hard the whole time. It really shows me how much you enjoyed it.”
Mike felt like a jolt of electricity shot through his body when she took him into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the throbbing head of his cock, as Mike gripped the arms of the chair tighter. He didn’t want it to end so quickly.
“Jen… I…” he said hoarsely. “Jen, I’m gonna cum.”
She began taking him all into her mouth, his cock just barely making it into her throat. He let out a half grunt half whimper at the exquisite sensation. His cock throbbed twice as he tried desperately to hold off, but it was no use.
“Jen!” He cried. She had somehow timed it where the first jet of cum shot through his shaft, she was pulling off his cock. And just as his cum spurted from her mouth, she wrapped her lips tightly against the head of his cock and sucked him as hard as she could.
Mike thought he would pass out, the pleasure so intense it hurt. Jen swallowed his meager loan easily, but his balls kept trying to pump more see into her mouth, but they had nothing left to give. After a minute, he slumped back into the chair, and Jen released his cock from her mouth.
“You came a lot,” Jen said, wiping the sides of her mouth.
“Not as much as him,” Mike said, his brain coming down from the high.
“No,” Jen said. In a way, Mike was a little relieved that she didn’t try to lie to him or patronize him. Aaron was a bull. He was built for sex and pleasuring a woman. Mike had to provide for and care for Jen.
“Let’s go to bed,” Jen said, looking at Mike and seeing the wheels turning. “We can talk about this tomorrow.”
Mike nodded and followed Jen into bed. The sheets were still damp from Aaron and Jen’s love making, but Mike didn’t mind. He wrapped his arms around his wife and drifted off to sleep quickly.
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