She moaned as she held my head down, my face buried deep in her pussy. I licked up her wet lips as her fingers, tangled in my hair, firmed their grip. She pushed me in closer to her as she ground her hips, rubbing herself in my face, as my tongue circled her clit.
I looked up her body to see if she was looking at me, but her attention was elsewhere, her head turned to the side, my husband’s dick in her mouth, his fingers in her hair, fucking her face as she fucked mine.
It had been his dream to fuck her since college. And now, for his birthday wish, I’d decided to make it come true. I hadn’t initially thought of being involved, although the idea of watching my husband fuck another woman had been a secret fantasy of mine for a number of years.
We’d set some ground rules:
He could fuck her once,
He could fuck her raw, but he couldn’t cum inside her
Oral sex didn’t count
Angela had been happy with that but had also insisted since I made the rules that I should stay and watch. After all, how else would I know we’d obeyed them?