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Lessons of Infidelity Ch. 01

By: Still Crazy



"I've been a fool," Trish said. We sat facing each other in a booth in the back room at the campus coffee shop in the late afternoon. Two other faculty couples in other booths had just departed, leaving us alone. Trish had just confronted me with the evidence of my affair --- in my dresser drawer I'd left a little yellow post-it note with a cell phone number in another woman's handwriting, a flowing hand in purple ink. I'd left it buried under my socks and underwear, and had forgotten it was there. "I called this number," Trish said. "Melissa Peterson answered. We had a very interesting conversation. She says you've been fucking her for nearly a year, now, twice a week." I had nothing to say. She was right. Now she stared at me, her face tight with hurt and rage. "All these years I've been faithful to you because I chose to be faithful, not because I haven't had the opportunity to go to bed with other men. Believe me, there's been a lot of times I could have. Maybe I should have." I sensed the threat in her words. She could find a new lover in a heartbeat if she wanted to. Trish was -- is -- a real looker, with a great bod and sexy eyes that can turn sultry when she gets hot. Now, however, her eyes were narrowed with rage. She stared me down.

Suddenly, in my mind's eye, I saw her hugging and kissing another man. She was on top of him. I couldn't see his face, but I saw her tall lovely body rising and falling on him, fucking him, her breasts jiggling lewdly as his cock lunged into her vagina, his big balls hitting her ass cheeks. My imagination went wild. I saw her cunt lips stretching wide around this stranger's fat erection, and I could not look away. I saw his cock pumping into her, now more quickly, in short jerky thrusts, and I could hear her groaning ecstatically as he shot big spurts of semen into her, and it hit me like a kick in the balls. I felt the muscles at the base of my cock clench again and again uncontrollably, and I felt my cock lurching in my pants. 

"I know you haven't been paying attention to me," she said, bringing me back from my vivid daydream. "I guess I must have known that you were screwing around. Stupid me. It was right there in front of my face. But now ..." she seemed wistful. 

Trish has always had a certain reserve. She doesn't jump into anything. When she decides to do something, however, there's nothing that can stop her. "I know one thing," she said. "From now on we are going to be honest with each other. I've always loved you, and I don't want to hurt you. You've hurt me, and it will take me a long time to get over it. I won't stay with you if you are going to lie to me, fuck other women and expect me to stay faithful. It's not fair. Things have got to be equal between us, starting now. What's good for the goose..." 

" ... is good for the gander?" I finished her thought.

She looked at me appraisingly. I supposed she was wondering how I might react if she had an affair. Then she looked away, and I was sure she was thinking about some other man she knew, someone she could fuck just to get even with me. My heart constricted. "Anyone in particular crossed your mind?"

She stirred her coffee slowly, then said, "Well, maybe."

"Well, who?"

"I won't say."

"Are you going to fuck him?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought this through. It might not be a bad thing for you to learn what it feels like when the one you're married to goes off and fucks someone else. But if I do fuck someone else, you'll know it. I won't keep dirty secrets like you. And I don't know what will happen to us." 

She told me she was thinking about leaving me, and told me I had to move out. I had to leave immediately. She refused to see me or speak to me for several days. She told me to think seriously about what I wanted from our relationship. 

I told her I loved her and wanted to stay with her. I said I'd do anything she wanted me to do to put our relationship together again.

On my own, I spent a lot of that time pondering who she was in my life, and what she meant to me. It sickened me to think she might be tempting herself with thoughts of sex with another man – or other men. I couldn't sleep. That vivid dream flooded my mind whenever I closed my eyes: a big fat cock was plunging into her and she was loving it. Her groans and gasps were echoing in the back of my sleepless brain. I resolved to pay any price to get her back. Whatever she wanted, I would do it for her.

In the weeks following our talk I found myself increasingly drawn to Trish, calling her from work, bringing her flowers, romancing her again like I'd done when we first met. She finally let me move back into our home, and though we still slept in the same bed she kept her distance from me, which made me want her even more.

I began to feel happy, relieved that we were still together, working on healing our damaged relationship. I was discovering that I had been careless and neglectful towards her, but now her kindness and honesty were showing me how to be a better man than I had been. 

I didn't ask and she didn't mention whether she was thinking about paying me back for my infidelity. But naturally, I still wondered whether she was planning to teach me a lesson.

Every spring the junior and senior faculty in my department get together for a picnic, complete with barbeque, volleyball, and a bonfire when it gets dark. This year, because I knew Trish loves dancing, I arranged for a deejay in the field house, so we could dance. My buddy Mike Ferrara, who joined the department a year ago, helped me set up the speakers and volleyball net. Mike's a very good-looking guy, well read and musically talented. He knows his stuff academically, and he certainly knows women. I know the female grad students think he's the cat's meow, but so far no one's snagged him. He has a knack for listening. In fact, he was the only one I'd confided in when my affair blew up. He'd been sympathetic to my complaints about Trish, and he understood how I'd found excitement in bed with another professor's wife. "Well, these things happen," he'd said. "You're only human. I just hope you can patch things up with Trish. She's one fine woman. You're lucky to have her."

As darkness fell he danced with all the single women and most of the wives at the party, including Trish. She seemed to be having a very good time while she danced with him, but that wasn't unusual. She always has a good time dancing. I danced with her until I was pretty tired, but she was full of energy.

As she danced with Mike and the other grad students, I was struck with how attractive she was. She had on the pleated red skirt that hugged her shapely hips and flared out at her knees, clasped at the waist with small silver hooks in back, one of my favorites. She was also wearing the sleeveless mauve silk blouse I'd just bought for her, cut low at the neck with the first button down between her breasts, so low that if she'd been wearing a bra it would have shown. But she wasn't wearing a bra. Trish has small pert breasts that don't need support, and she rarely wears one. Even now, nearing forty, she still has the slender figure of a ballet dancer.

Later, as I was taking down the net and stowing the deejay's speakers, Trish was helping me. Mike joined us. They chatted amiably, and as I overheard their conversation I learned that he knew the names of every one of the Sherrells, the Drifters, and every other Motown group she could remember. We've had stacks of 45's stored in box in the closet at home, but I hadn't realized how big a fan she was. They were trying to remember the verses to an old do-wah song I'd long ago forgotten. Mike improvised new verses and we laughed our way through the song, singing doody-waddah choruses for each new verse. 

I felt especially happy because Trish seemed more relaxed and happy than she had been in weeks, and mentioned it to Trish as we finished cleaning up. I thought it would be fun to keep on dancing, and Trish invited Mike over to see our collection of 45's. "We can dance all we want," she said.

The three of us sang golden oldies together in the warm evening breeze as we headed home. Our little house on campus was easy walking distance from the field house. I noticed that she was walking right by his side, swinging her hand next to his, brushing against him from time to time. She laughed and sang snippets of song, clearly enjoying herself. 

I switched on the lights when we got home, and went to look for our ancient 45 rpm phonograph as Trish sorted through the box of 45's with Mike. They agreeably negotiated a play list from their favorites, and I rolled up the rug. Trish turned down the lights and lit two candles on the side table. I broke open some beers, and the music started. Soon we were dancing on the living room floor. Motown music is all about love: getting it, losing it, yearning for it. And there's always that heavy beat, deep groove, very easy to dance to. A little beer goes a long way, and you can dance until you drop. Trish kicked off her shoes and danced with abandon. She danced with me and danced with Mike, and finally danced with both of us together, because as Mike said, why not?

I noticed that when we were slow dancing, we draped our arms around each other's waists or shoulders, and Trish was pressing her body close to mine for part of the tune, and then did the same with Mike, alternating between us. Our moves were getting more and more sultry. And when we danced to up-tempo tunes she twirled back and forth between us, her breasts bouncing with the beat of the music. Mike's an excellent dancer and he taught us some new sexy moves. I saw how delighted Trish was when he caught her by the waist and scooped her past his body, over his knee with her hair almost brushing the floorboards at the end of a long love ballad. Then he swung her back up, kissed her on the lips, and twirled her away to me. She fell into my arms, and I kissed her too.

Mike flopped down on the couch, breathing heavily. Trish and I continued dancing. I noticed that he was watching us closely. After so many years together, Trish and I knew what to do, and our bodies went through familiar dance steps out of habit. We moved in close, then twirled away, then moved in close again, cheek to cheek, damp with sweat in the low light. Trish was vivacious, her smile bright and her eyes flashing. I had a crazy idea that we were dancing for Mike, putting on a little show of dirty dancing for his enjoyment as well as our own. My hands found her ass and hugged her tight against me. She pressed her crotch back against me. As we danced, I put my leg between hers and made her pelvis ride up my thigh. I could feel her body heat through the pleated skirt. Finally the music stopped.

"Phew! I need to rest!" she said. "You're quite the dancer tonight!" She took a long swig of beer from the bottle on the table, giggled, and flopped down on the couch next to Mike. She patted his leg twice, like you might pat a big dog on the head, "You're quite the dancer, too." 

I drank some beer and flopped down next to her, and we three just sat there catching our breath. Another 45 dropped on the phonograph changer, and I noticed that Mike's hand was resting on her bare knee – her skirt was up and she hadn't bothered to pull it down. I was aware that something felt different in the room, with the kissing and dirty dancing, and especially now with his hand casually draped over her knee. She didn't brush his hand away. She was not protesting. He kept tapping a fingertip on her kneecap to the insistent beat of the music. I put my arm around her shoulders and leaned over to kiss her in the ear. I knew she liked that. She let out a long, deep sigh, as if she'd been holding her breath. Then she nuzzled her head into my neck. We stayed like that until the tune ended.

Another song started, slow and moody, with a deep throbbing bass guitar and a steady slow dance beat. It occurred to me that maybe I should stand up with her and dance some more, but instead I kissed her ear again. She turned her face to me and I kissed her on the lips. She responded with a long, open-mouthed wet kiss that sent waves of excitement surging through me. I felt sparks in my groin. My prick began twitching. With my free hand, I cupped her chin and looked into her eyes, but in the dim light I couldn't read her mind. So I kissed her again, and let my hand trail down her neck and over her blouse, not quite yet touching her breasts. She kept her face pressed against my neck and raised her right hand to meet mine, pressing my fingertips with her fingertips, stopping them at first and then slowly guiding them downward onto her breast. My hand naturally moved further down and cupped her breast by habit, briefly, and then I noticed that Mike was watching us. I kept my hand on her breast, and felt her nipple hardening in my palm.

I saw her pat Mike's thigh again, but then she let her hand rest there, delicately. I could see the glint of light in the diamond on her ring finger as she touched him. She adjusted herself so that his thigh and hers were pressed together. I debated with myself whether this was good or bad. Finally I decided to take my cues from her. If it was okay with her, then it would be okay with me.

With slow delicacy, he started tickling her shapely knee, circling her kneecap and dipping lazily down the inside of her thigh, tracing heart shapes on her skin over and over again, each heart shape larger than the previous one. I could see his hand moving, and it hypnotized me. I was unable and unwilling to do anything except watch. Her breath was hot on my neck. I could tell she was responding to his touch. Urgently, she kissed my ear and nibbled my earlobe. Her breathing deepened and quickened a bit as his hand deliberately moved up onto her skirt, pulling it up, rumpling it, uncovering her legs as he stoked her thigh. The crotch of her panties showed pale pink in the low light.

My heart was thumping and my prick was rapidly awakening, spurred by her excitement and also by the sight of his hand confidently going where no one's hands but mine had been before. I closed my eyes and kissed her again, now licking her lips and parting them with my tongue. We were locked in this kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Then she moaned, and shifted her pelvis. 

His hand had found her pussy. As I watched, he slipped his fingers down between her thighs, and planted his hand firmly on her crotch. Then he leaned over and kissed her neck. She moaned again as he pressed his fingers into her softness, and her head flopped back and forth. Then she kissed him with passion, moaning as he squeezed her crotch.

I again thought about putting a stop to this, but my body was not listening, particularly since Trish had changed her position so that she was leaning hard into me, even as her thigh pressed firmly against his, and now she was moving her forearm over my crotch, bumping over my suddenly rock-hard penis. She started squeezing my stiffening shaft through my jeans as I watched him caressing her cunt through her silk panties. 

I squeezed her breast and found her nipple pouting beneath the thin silk of her blouse. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, the way she likes me to do, and then I found her other nipple and gave it the same attention. I knew this would make her juices start flowing. Mike saw me playing with her nipples, and he smiled at me.

Trish's hand was still resting on his thigh. I watched as Mike placed his free hand on top of hers, interlocking his fingers with hers. Deliberately he took her hand and pressed it firmly onto his crotch. She stopped breathing for a moment, and I knew she'd confirmed that he had an erection too. He left her hand there and resumed stroking her thighs. I saw her left hand begin to explore the bulge in his pants, her fingers tracing his erection, squeezing him tentatively along its length, measuring it. He groaned in appreciation. I imagined what she must have been thinking: two erect penises, one in each hand, two men kissing her, and no one saying no. Surely she was breaking taboos, Part of me thought briefly about standing up and calling for a halt, but just then she squeezed my erection and I groaned. Then Mike groaned again. Her hot breath whistled in my ear, and she laughed softly, deep and throaty. She was rapidly becoming sexually aroused. I knew then that she had decided she would let happen what was going to happen. I could stay and be a part of it, or leave and let nature take its course, but it was plain that she was not about to stop.

Mike shifted his position so that he was facing her, and draped his arm over her shoulders, resting his hand on my shoulder. Now both of us had our arms around her shoulders. Then he brought his other hand over onto her knee again. Her hand, I noticed, was still on his crotch, and then she squeezed my balls again, slowly and lovingly. I kissed her ear and then kissed her neck. Her hand moved away from his crotch for a moment. I nipped her neck just below her earlobe, where I know she loves it, because it drives her wild. She sighed and slowly moved her hand back to his crotch. I watched as she found his balls through the fabric of his pants, squeezing one, then the other, rolling them smoothly and firmly between expert fingers, exactly as I had taught her to roll mine. He was beginning to buck and twist under her hand.

Now he stroked her, his hands roaming freely up and down those lovely legs of hers. He touched her crotch again, drumming her twat with his fingers, almost as if he was knocking at her door. She gasped softly, and reflexively her thighs snapped shut. Then he purposefully moved his hand down her legs, spreading them apart. At first she resisted and pressed her knees together, but after a moment she opened her legs wide and draped her knee over his. She whimpered softly and thrust her pelvis forward. She's giving him permission, I thought. She wants him to touch her. 

His hand went straight to her cunt. There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted him there. He was feeling her up her more aggressively now, grasping her cunt with his big muscular hand. She whimpered again and buried her face in my neck, but nothing in that gentle whimper said stop. In fact, she began squeezing my balls in a steady rhythm, pausing occasionally to press her palm along my aching, bursting erection. She grasped my cock and squeezed it firmly, steadily, drawing forth an agonized groan from deep inside me. I heard Mike groaning too, and then we both laughed. Trish grabbed us both by the balls and joined in the laughter. An electric feeling surged back and forth between us, from Mike's balls though Trish to my balls, and back. 

I closed my eyes and let my hand fall to her crotch. I knew he was feeling her up, but even so it was a surprise to find a strange man's hand on Trish's crotch, working his fingers into her vulva through the silken barrier of her panties. In the semi-darkness I looked at him and he looked steadily back at me, asking me with his eyes to acknowledge the situation: she had given him permission, and he was touching her. If I was going to object, now was the time. I could see her hand stroking his cock bulging under his pants, and knew what she wanted. Impulsively I put my hand on top of his. For a moment I thought I would brush his hand away, but instead I pressed his fingers into her cunt. I realized I was giving him permission too.

I felt his fingers move to the side and slip under her panties. Now he was touching her directly, his hand on her sensitive skin. I felt his fingers slide up and down her gash. A sharp intake of her breath told me he had found her vagina and had his fingers inside her. I thought, so this is how it happens. I found her waistband and put my hand under it, flat on her tummy, skin to skin. Then I moved down onto her muff. She was sopping wet. Her breathing was ragged, and her pelvis was twitching. I confirmed what I already knew: he was fingerfucking her. I found her clit and rolled it between by fingertips, like I know she loves me to do, and she gasped. Her pelvis thrust forward again and again, and her legs fell wide apart. In less than a minute, Trish was moaning, gasping, bucking and writhing on the couch between Mike and me, her neck arched back and her lips opened into a silent, trembling "O" as her first orgasm overtook her. When it finally subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at me in wonder. I kissed her. She kissed me back. Then she turned to Mike and kissed him. 


Lessons of Infidelity Ch. 01



The song on the phonograph ended and another began, this one with a more up-tempo beat and a sexy vocal hook. We three lay there, sprawled on the couch, as Trish recovered from her excitement, listening to the music. The music I was hearing inside my dick and balls was, what are we doing? What have we done? Where will this lead? Is this my payback for fucking another? Is she going to fuck him, right in front of me? Is she going to make me witness her infidelity to me? Is it really infidelity when she's being open and honest with me? There's no lying or treachery here. I'm watching her and we are both into this and I am enjoying it. My prick is stiff as an iron rod. 

Then Mike stood up, yanked off his T-shirt, undid his belt, and dropped his pants. As he stepped out of them, I could see his huge erection jutting out above the waistband of his jockey shorts. He turned to face Trish and me, and waited. I knew what he wanted, and so did Trish. 

"Go ahead, girl," I said, quietly.

She looked at me with what I took to be a jumble of doubt, excitement, fear, and eagerness. "Are you sure?" she asked. After all, we had been married for fifteen years and she had never been intimate with anyone else in her whole life, until now.

"Yes," I said, though I was as torn by doubt and fear as she was. I trusted Mike. He was my friend. He had become her friend, and she clearly wanted to keep going. Neither of them wanted to stop. I couldn't tell her to stop, because I had cheated on her and now she was evening the score. I guess this was the bargain I had struck with her. 

Hesitantly, she stood up and stepped toward him. Obviously unsure of herself, she made a futile effort to straighten out her skirt and blouse. I stood up and stepped close behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. I kissed her on the neck. She was staring at his erection. So was I. I realized that he was soon going to be shoving that magnificent cock into my wife's vagina.

"Do what you want," I whispered, releasing her, fully aware that for the first time in our marriage she was hungry for sex with somebody else. 

"Okay, I will," she said softly. She leaned forward and hooked her fingers into his waistband. Deliberately, she tugged it down. His erection flopped out, aggressively leaping forward. My god, I thought, what a beautiful erection! Big, fat, and arching upward, with a massive plum colored helmet the size of a baby's fist, it demanded attention. The opening at the tip gaped generously. Without touching it, she again pulled on his waistband, but could not make his shorts come down further. She could not take her eyes off his magnificent equipment. Mike chuckled at her struggle to undress him. He assisted her, pulling his shorts down over his knees and finally stepping out of them. Naked in front of us, he hefted his huge stiff prick in one hand. His big balls swung invitingly in their sac below. "Oh my, he's huge," she whispered. I saw her gazing at his handsome cock, pointing crazily at her. She was obviously in awe of its size. She gulped in amazement, and then a sweet little smile crossed her lips. She looked at me and I knew she had decided for sure that she wanted that cock inside her. Then she laughed and hugged me playfully, because she knew I knew what she had been thinking. That's what happens when you live for years with a woman. You know her mind. I knew without a doubt what she was going to do. She was going to take him inside her, and fuck him. In her way, she decided to even the score with me, to make the playing field even. But until just now, I wasn't sure she would go through with it. Now I was sure, and I knew it was hopeless to protest, and I could not say a word. 

I stood and shucked off my clothes as Mike had done. My erection had taken control of my thought processes. I couldn't tell if I was more excited because of Trish's arousal, or his excitement, or her fear of this new situation, or my fear of it. All I knew was that we'd started this and now we couldn't stop. My cock was so engorged I was sure it would explode anytime soon. Trish looked at Mike, and then at me, and gurgled, "You are both huge." Then she hugged me, not so playfully this time, but with more passion, pressing her belly and pelvis against me, feeling my heavy erection. Mike stood close and the three of us embraced, again hot and sweaty, hands roaming freely over each other's bodies. I felt her soft hand run down my back and buttocks, and knew her other hand was doing the same to him. I felt her familiar softness with one hand, and felt his muscular back and firm thigh with the other. Then his hand moved down my lower back and squeezed my buttocks. It was very clear to me, to Mike, and to Trish that the three of us were going to have sex, and no one could stop it now. 

I stood behind my wife, and watched her reach up and put her arms around Mike's shoulders. I saw him kiss her full on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close, and I saw him kiss her again but now her mouth opened wide and I knew she was letting him thrust his tongue deep into her throat. Finally she pushed herself away from his embrace, gasping for air. I was standing so close that she backed into me, and almost lost her balance. Instinctinely, I steadied her with my hands on her shoulders. Mike looked at me for a long moment, and then he focused on my wife. She was breathing deeply and her breasts were rising against her blouse. Standing so close behind her I could see them under her blouse, her nipples pressing out impatiently under the delicate fabric. Now I noticed him staring at her breasts, too. For a moment, time stood still. Then I slid my hands off her shoulders and one by one I undid the buttons of her blouse. I pulled the fabric away, uncovering her breasts. Mike saw them heaving with her breathing. I could see her nipples stiffening, pointing straight at him. I thought he was going to take her breasts in his hands, but instead he reached up to her collar and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. It dropped silently to the floor at my feet. Her lovely pert breasts were now completely bared, and she sighed with content as Mike's hands finally cupped them, kneading them and squeezing them. While he played with her breasts, I undid the clasp of her skirt and unzipped the zipper. It fell to the floor, crumpled around her thin ankles. 

"Just a moment," she said. Ever the neatnick, she deftly stepped out of the red circle of cloth at her feet, picked it up, folded it, and placed it on the side table under the lamp. She picked up and folded her blouse too. Then she turned to face us, now with only her panties on. In the dim candle light of our living room, her thin pink panties glowed hot against her healthy tan body. Suddenly she seemed hesitant and embarrassed. Instinctively she covered her breasts with her arms. Then her courage returned and she let her arms fall to her sides. She stood before us, big eyes wide open, smiling shyly, ready to continue. 

I suddenly remembered how she had stood in front of me fifteen years earlier, dressed only in her panties, her little dimple teasing the edge of her mouth, on the afternoon when I'd popped her cherry. I knew I had been her only lover. She'd been faithful to me, but I was more and more certain that she would soon be taking another man's cock inside her. I knew that she was soon going to be unfaithful to me. 

I sat down, breathing hard. Mike sat down. She flopped down between us. I embraced her, and pulled her over so she was lying face up on my lap. I kissed her with urgency, knowing that she was thinking about having sex with Mike. She threw her arms around my shoulders, and draped her legs over Mike's legs. His erection stood straight up between her legs, jerking crazily, batting against the inside of her thighs. My erection was crushed beneath her back. I kissed her breasts fervently, as if I might never get another chance to kiss them, and my hand roamed downward over her smooth belly, as if by habit, reaching for the dewy treasure that had always been mine. Again I was startled to find Mike's hand already pressed firmly into her crotch, and her crotch was sopping wet. He moved his hand away and stoked her legs. He patted her knee and her legs fell open, just like that. Then, without a word, she raised her pelvis up in an unmistakable invitation for me and Mike to remove her soggy panties. I hooked my thumb in her waistband, and slowly slipped them down over her hips, uncovering her ass cheeks. She lifted first one knee and then the other as I slid them down her shapely legs. Her public hair was a juicy dark triangle now in full view.

I tried to pull her panties clear off, but couldn't reach her feet. I said, in a voice that I hardly recognized, "Why don't you help her take them off, Mike?" 

She giggled and pointed her feet gracefully as he tugged them off. Now at last she was completely naked. All three of us were naked. Mike's erection was banging back and forth between her thighs. I was wondering what was next. I imagine Mike was wondering the same thing. 

Trish answered the question for us. Smooth as a cat, she sat up and moved over to straddle Mike. His erection lay flat against his hard belly as she pressed her wetness onto him. She was greasing his cock with the juice of her cunt. Her cunt lips were clasping that tender bulging ridge on the underside of his cock. His cock was a thing of beauty all by itself, but nestled up in my wife's sopping wet muff, it looked even more beautiful. I could see the head of his penis poking out from under her pubic hair. She saw it too, and smiled, the little dimple teasing the edge of her mouth. Soon, I thought, she's going to kiss him. Those lovely cunt lips of hers are already kissing his dick, just asking for sex. This woman, I thought, this lovely lady who gave me her virginity and stayed faithful to me all these years is about to get fucked by someone else for the first time. Mike is definitely going to fuck her, and all I can do now is watch.

She lowered her lovely heart shaped face to his, staring at his mouth as she came down. In slow motion she brought her lips to his, opening slightly. They locked lips and began a lingering exchange of tongues. Then he started thrusting his erection against her crotch, and her breasts hanging down over him jiggled in response. The bulging helmet of his penis rammed out from under her bush repeatedly, demandingly. I saw it glisten wetly in the candle light. She broke off the kiss and moved herself up on him, covering his knob with the hood of her vulva, and she rocked her pelvis together with his rhythm. I knew she was grinding her clit onto the head of his prick. It's what she loves to do with me. It lights her fire. She often could reach an orgasm that way before making love for real. I moved over closer to them and ran my hand over her soft ass, as if to convince myself that she was actually straddling him, proving to myself that my eyes were telling me the truth. She breathed in sharply as I touched her, and her pelvis bucked. What am I doing, I wondered. I'm only encouraging her to fuck him. I felt her ass tense slightly, and she quickened her pace with shorter, tighter thrusts. 

I moved half off the couch, one knee on the floor, to get closer to them, my face so close to her gorgeous ass that I was tempted to kiss it. She has twin dimples in back, just above her ass cheeks. So I kissed her dimples, and let my lips linger on her soft skin, feeling her pelvis bucking beneath my lips. When I kissed her ass again I pressed firmly, burying my mouth and nose in the softness of her buttocks, and I could feel Mike moving beneath her, jostling her, ramming his erection back and forth along her wet cunt lips in an unmistakable prelude to fucking. I looked up and saw her head bobbing gently in response to his pelvic thrusts, nodding, agreeing to the rhythm of this new dance, and her breasts were jiggling too. She was squeaking and moaning with pleasure with her cunt lips mashed against his erection. Her pace quickened and her breathing became ragged. She threw her head back, shuddering. and groaned triumphantly. Then, for several long moments afterward she lay limply over him, her arms draped gratefully around his neck, breathing heavily. 

For an instant I imagined that the wild flood sweeping over us had reached its climax. I thought now it would ebb, and we would get dressed and life would return to normal.

Then she raised up and stood on her knees over him, still straddling his well-slicked erection. My heart sank. I knew what was coming next. Quickly, she grasped his huge erection with her left hand, just as she had grasped mine so many times, and deftly slipped it into the entrance of her vagina. Then she began moving up and down, expertly letting his cock head enter her just a bit, pulling it out, then slipping it in again just past the lips of her cunt. She began swooping a little from side to side as she thrust her pelvis forward, dancing the same dance I'd taught her so many years before, when she was a pretty young virgin. Tonight she was spreading the juices of her cunt over the massive head of a new cock, Mike's cock. She was stretching her cunt lips open to accommodate just the huge tip of him inside her, spreading her moisture on his thirsting erection. She had him all slicked up, and now she was just about ready to fuck him. 

I will never forget how she looked back over her shoulder at me then. I felt she was saying goodbye to me, that she was telling me she was being swept away on this galloping steed beneath her, unable to dismount and unwilling to rein him in. I saw love and tenderness for me in her eyes, and maybe a little sadness. While her eyes were locked on mine she came down on him, smoothly and steadily, and I saw his erection slide deep into her vagina. As I glanced up at her I saw she was looking straight at me as she took him inside her. Then her eyes fluttered shut, and she groaned. She turned away from me and buried her face in his shoulder. There, I thought, She's fucking him now. His cock is inside in her. It's done. 

But it wasn't done. It was just beginning. For a moment the world stopped. Then she started rising and sinking back down on his erection. He started moving too, thrusting up into her. The two of them moved smoothly together, fucking slowly at first but quickly gaining speed and intensity as she rose and fell on his shaft, without faltering or loosing their rhythm. I marveled at how quickly she'd learned to fuck him so expertly. Hypnotized and helpless, at close range I watched her sweet cunt lips hungrily devour his meat. His erection glistened with her juices, and his big balls jiggled as he thrust up into her, over and over again, and she was grunting in response to each thrust. In the light of the nearby candles I could see her pale white ass cheeks starting to blush in rising excitement, burning warm red in the candles' glow.

I stroked her ass as she fucked him, and she cried out to me, briefly looking back at me over her shoulder, acknowledging my presence for the first time since she had taken him inside her, and she responded to my strokes with sighs of pleasure. The softness of her skin, the lovely shape of her bottom, the bounce and jiggle as she moved felt so familiar and yet I knew it was so utterly different. My hands brushed over his hands. He was holding her hips firmly, just as I always do, and his fingers were digging into the sweet soft flesh of her buttocks. I pressed on her ass cheeks as she rode him, as if encouraging her to take him in deeper and deeper with each stroke, just as I would have done if she were riding me. I felt her cheeks move demandingly with each down stroke as she fucked him, and I felt her flesh tremble as his hammer struck at the depth of each stroke. 

I wondered whether Mike's cock felt different from mine inside her. I tried to imagine what she must be feeling. Mike was so big that I was pretty sure he was plunging in all the way up to her belly button. Now she danced above him, sucking him into her with swooping pelvic thrusts that flowed up her belly into her chest, and her breasts swayed and jiggled with each thrust. I sat back and thought, my god, she is so beautiful. What is she thinking now?

"Oh god, Mike, you feel so good inside me!" she gushed. "You're in so deep! Oh, my! Oh! You're stretching me! Oh, god!" 

Now she was fucking him with abandon, moaning, eyes closed, head bobbing wildly. I got down on both knees and moved behind her, drawn closer by curiosity and dread, so close I could hear the smacking little sounds of their fucking and smell the rank musty scent of cunt juice and sweat. On her upstrokes I could see her rosebud anus winking at me. Tentatively, driven by equal amounts of horror and fascination, I reached out and grasped the base of his prick as he fucked her. My fingers sloshed in the wetness of her flowing cunt juices. She rarely got that wet for me. I cupped his balls with one hand and squeezed them gently, milking them. I realized with horror and fascination that I was urging him to explode and spatter his semen into her hungry vagina. I wanted this and I dreaded it. Get it over with, I thought. Part of me wanted this to end soon, and part was transfixed at the sight of Mike fucking my wife right before my eyes. A big, beautiful cock and balls, fucking her gorgeous heart shaped ass, right in front of me, was my recurring fear and fantasy, right from the start of our relationship. Whenever I needed a spur to carry me over into orgasm, I fantasized about what my wife would look like fucking someone else, someone who could fuck her deeper and longer and harder than I could. Now here in front of me, it was happening for real. It was what I had feared when Trish had confronted me. Her ass cheeks were jiggling obscenely with the impacts of his cock. Shock waves were running up her ass to the twin dimples above her crack. He was fucking her like I'd dreamed about fucking her when she had been my willing virgin lover. This vision seared itself into my brain.

Both Mike and Trish were now moaning with excitement. Now instead of rising and falling on his tree trunk of a cock she started grinding her hungry pelvis into his, keeping his erection fully buried inside her. As she thrust forward her ass cheeks squeezed together, but on her backstrokes her pelvis lifted and I could see her anal rosebud. I put my wet fingertip on her rosebud and slipped it into her. I knew this would spur her into frenzy, and she squealed with delight. Through the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina I could feel his rippling erection driving into her. She arched her back and rose up, holding herself still for a moment, with his cock still stuffed halfway into her cunt. I knew why she had paused. She was waiting for me. I responded by pushing my finger in all the way into her rectum. She groaned in appreciation. Then she sank down onto him again, impaling herself on his spear, swallowing his cock into her cunt and keeping it deep inside her. She rode him, fucking him, clenching his penis with her cunt lips and squeezing my finger in her ass with her sphincter muscles. Her body began moving like a belly dancer over him, hungrily sucking him up into her body with each thrust of her pelvis. Then I felt her sphincter fluttering and spasming on my finger. "Oh, oh, ohhh, oh god, oh god, oh sweet Jesus, ohhhhh!" she cried, and her whole body began shaking with wave after wave of a tremendous orgasm. Her cries of ecstasy tore at my heart.

I cupped his balls again and squeezed them, pleading with him to spurt his semen into her soon, and put me out of my agony. I fingerfucked her ass in rhythm with his prick lunging into her vagina. Trish was moaning excitedly, signaling yet another orgasm sweeping over her. Soon I felt his balls squirm and his scrotum tighten. Through her rectum I felt his penis jerk and throb inside her and I knew he was coming now, I could feel him ejaculating deep inside my wife's vagina, spasm after spasm of cum pumping into her, and I heard him yell as she gasped again and again ecstatically. Finally their orgasm ebbed and she stopped convulsing. For a long moment we three stayed locked together, breathing hard, while I slowly, gently squeezed his balls. He convulsed one last time, and I felt another wad of semen spurt through his penis into my wife's vagina.




Lessons of Infidelity Ch. 01



I slipped my finger out of her and sat back on my heels. I was astonished at myself that I'd been eager to see him spurt his semen into her, and felt glad when he finally did.

There before me was my wife of fifteen years, draped over my friend Mike's limp body, with his cock planted deep and firmly in her cunt. She was naked, dripping with sweat, exhausted, still too overcome to disengage her body from his. His hands were still resting on her shapely hips, but now his fingers were relaxed, no longer digging into her soft flesh. His head was thrown back on the couch, eyes closed, and I could see a dreamy smile on his handsome face. I watched, fascinated, as a little droplet of sweat trickled down her back and disappeared into the cleft of her ass. 

I wondered if I had opened a Pandora's box, had started our marriage down a path that would lead to destruction, had let her taste the joy of forbidden sex with this hunk of a man, had in some crazy way balanced my own unfaithfulness to her by encouraging her to have sex with my friend Mike right in front of me. But also, I had to admit, I'd liked watching her fuck him. I liked her initial hesitation when it began, and I liked her lusty enthusiasm once she got into it. Seeing her cunt lips stretched around his beautiful prick, watching her ass, hungry for his sperm, riding up and down on his bulging erection, gulping it in, and all the time hearing their moaning and heavy breathing had left me stunned but fully aroused. I was twitching with excitement. 

Finally, still exhausted, she hoisted herself off him. His penis, still huge, flopped out of her vagina, and his cum drooled out of her cunt, sticky long droplets. She unstraddled him and lay back on the couch next to him, her legs parted. Her cunt hair was wet and matted. A big white gob of semen oozed from her orifice. She draped her hand over his cock languidly and closed her eyes. I couldn't stop watching his cum flowing out of her vagina, down into the crack of her ass.

She revived slowly. She lifted her head and looked around for me. Her eyes locked on mine, inquiringly. What was she asking? Had she done something wrong? Did I still love her? I nodded, not once but twice, telling her wordlessly that it was okay, that it was fine with me, that I was not upset or angry that she had taken his penis into her vagina while I watched, that I knew there was no going back now, that I still loved her and still wanted her to love me. She understood, and sighed deeply with what I took to be relief and satisfaction.

Mike took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. His kiss on her open palm sent another shudder through her body. 

She leaned over to kiss him on the lips. "Thank, you, Mike."

"Hey Trish," he said. "I always thought you were gorgeous, but this was... I mean, thank you for ..." He broke his sentence and looked at me.

"Thank you for sharing?" I quipped. Mike and Trish laughed.

She patted his thigh. "You dear, dear boy, Mike," she said. Then she stared at his cock, still fat and huge but now softening, shiny with the wetness of recent sex. A big droplet of cum hung suspended from the tip. "Oh, my. You're drooling!"

"Don't let it go to waste, lover," he said.

Slyly, she glanced at me, then quickly leaned down and licked it off, just before it fell onto his thigh. Then, warming to her task, she took him into her mouth, all the way down to his pubic hair. She had never done that for me in fifteen years of marriage. At times in our marriage she had allowed me to put myself into her mouth, but she had never taken me in deeply, all the way, and never after we'd made love. She'd gagged and fought me, but now she was sucking his cock willingly, with gusto. And obviously enjoying it. She began licking his cock and balls, cleansing them, lapping up her love juice and the traces of his cum. Then she fluffed his pubic hair, teasing it with her fingers to stand up, but it stayed matted with his semen and her juices. Finally she lay back, smiling, resting her head on his arm.

I got off my knees from the carpet, and stood up unsteadily. I'd seen my wife ecstatically fucking another man. I'd watched her eagerly suck his cock afterward. I'd seen her show me, up close and personal, what infidelity looks like, and what it can lead to. 

I lay down on the other end of the couch, my legs drawn up, my feet tucked comfortably under my wife's soft thigh as she lay back in repose next to Mike. I studied her face in side view, her eyes closed again, her hand still draped over his magnificent prick. I'd been unfaithful to her and now she'd been unfaithful to me. Unfaithful and likely now to be unfaithful again, I thought. She'd liked having another cock in her pussy. I was sure she had meant to even the score with me, but she had done it in such an open, loving way. I'd accepted everything that had happened, encouraged it, even. And I have to admit that the sight of her lovely ass being well fucked by a beautiful guy with a gorgeous cock turned me on, somewhat. My penis couldn't decide whether to stiffen with lust as I had watched her cunt lips stretch lewdly around cock, or whether to soften in fear and anxiety about her fucking another man would lead to unfavorable consequences. I began to worry that she'd feel that my cock couldn't stretch her cunt lips as wildly as his cock had just done. My balls had almost burst in the frenzy when her orgasm was overtaken by the thunder of his eruption, when he shot his seed deep into her womb. Now I was acutely aware of a heaviness in my balls, a sick feeling that demanded release. I wanted more than anything to fuck my wife now, to cover his semen in her with mine. I knew that in big ways, things had changed.

And what had I brought upon us? I'd snuck out in secret, hoping to spruce up my love life with Trish by fucking another woman. I had strayed, and the threat to our marriage was real. I wasn't proud of what I'd done. I had hurt Trish, my faithful wife. Now she had retaliated, I suppose, tit for tat. 

I'd thrown away our previously trusting, faithful marriage, and yet here was a new kind of trust and faithfulness growing between us, I thought. She in her generosity had evened the score, so to speak, by involving me. She had allowed me to give my consent, and defused the crazy-making feelings I might have had if she'd slept with other men without telling me. 

She could be proud, in a way, of what she'd just done. She had shown me that she wouldn't sneak off and start keeping secrets from me. I felt sure that she was trying to bring me to my senses -- and she had brought me to my knees – in a way that maybe I could accept and learn from. Maybe I could follow her lead. She might want to enjoy other men's cocks, but I could trust her to find a way to do it in a way that I could live with. It even seemed probable that I might have sex with other women, if I did it openly, with her assent and participation. The thought of having sex with another woman while Trish watched perked my interest. 

My organ stirred again. Trish, who had been watching me while my fantasy played out, noticed. She smiled coyly, and slid across the couch so she was close to my semi-erect cock. She took it in her hand and kissed it, and then swung her leg over me so she was straddling my belly facing away from me, and leaned down to kiss my cock again. She was gently cradling my balls in her hands as she took me into her mouth very deeply. I felt her hot breath on my crotch as she pumped her head slowly up and down, grunting lewdly, gulping, and swallowing my meat into her throat. In this position my cock slid deeply onto her, until I felt her chin bonk my public bone. She had never done that to me before with such enthusiasm and uninhibited lust. 

Her lovely cunt, now so blatantly soggy and matted with clear signs that somebody else had just fucked her, was moving right above my face. Mike's semen clung to her public hair in a ring of big pearly droplets. I was revolted and yet strangely excited. I had never eaten sperm before. 

Now, while still sucking my cock, she brought her cunt down right onto my mouth. I started to say I wasn't sure I wanted to taste Mike's cum in her cunt, but my words were stifled by her muff, and immediately my mouth was awash in her juice and his semen. She pressed her cunt lips on my lips, in a wet slobbery kiss that I will never forget. I had no choice but to taste Mike's tart tangy sperm mixed with the sweet juice pouring out of her gaping cunt. She smeared his cum all over my face, sliming me with the evidence of her infidelity, even as she sucked on my cock and brought it to another huge erection. She squatted over me, leaning forward so she could take more of my cock straight down her throat. With her thighs flexed this way she had more freedom to waggle her ass from side to side over my face, and she did, spreading his cum all over my face and her ass cheeks.

When I turned my face to breathe, I saw that Mike was kneeling down with his face very close to us. He'd been watching me lick his cum from my wife's cunt, and he looked supremely happy. There was nothing sinister or untrustworthy in his handsome, young face. Only curiosity, excitement, and affection. And understanding. 

Trish commanded my attention, sucking more vigorously on my cock. My erection had grown and now she could only get the first few inches into her mouth. She expertly milked the shaft with clever fingers in a way she had never done before, continuously drawing my manhood to its fattest and tallest. I got past my initial revulsion at Mike's smell and taste in her cunt, and began licking her clit with the flat of my tongue, spreading her cunt lips apart. I knew Mike was watching me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on giving her the best cunt licking I could, and soon she was writhing and trembling, moaning with my cock stuffed into her mouth.

Suddenly her cunt was lifted off my face, and for a moment I was relieved, able to breathe again. Then I realized I was staring at the underside of Mike's huge, purposeful erection jutting toward Trish's ass. He was standing at the side of the couch, and now he straddled my head with his knees. I knew with cold certainty that he was going to fuck her again. His balls hung directly over my eyes. Surely and confidently, his hands guided my wife's cunt back toward his waiting erection. She complied willingly. It was obvious to me that she was eager to have his cock inside her again. He positioned her so his huge cock's helmet nestled into her cunt and pried it open. She whimpered excitedly, and for a second fateful time that evening I watched her sweet cunt lips yawn and gape wide open to accommodate his magnificent cock. He plunged smoothly into her, so close to my face that his balls brushed my forehead. He started fucking her, grunting as her thrust into her, and I heard a wet smack each time his balls landed on her cunt lips. I couldn't avoid breathing in the hot rank smell of their lovemaking. 

Her hand appeared in front of me and she began stimulating her clitoris. She squeezed the tender little ridge, and fluttered her fingers over it. She was showing me what she wanted me to do. So I raised my head and began licking her clitoris. She took her hand away and moaned more loudly, encouraging me to stimulate her love button with my tongue. I diddled it side to side with the tip of my tongue, and then licked it with broad swipes up and down. I could feel the jolting power of his thrusts as I licked her. 

Then she began to move, fucking him while his balls pressed into my eyes and my tongue tasted and felt his cock slipping in and out of her vagina. Her cunt hairs brushed my nose as she responded to his lewd stroking. She was rapidly reaching a chain-reaction orgasm, bucking and writhing on my face, as she fucked him. She was moaning loudly with each thrust of her pelvis. He was moaning, too, and I felt his balls tighten. She began trembling. She pressed back hard against him, her pelvis shaking in another orgasmic spasm. 

His cock was driving into her cunt as if they'd made love like this a million times. Horrified and fascinated, I licked his penis where it was plunging into her. More gobs of gooey semen squished out of her cunt as his piston plunged in again and again. Some drops fell on my mouth and nose, and I could not avoid them. She cried out, incoherently announcing her ecstasy, clenching her vulva lips tight around his beautiful cock, and mashing her cunt into my face while I licked her clitoris.

Quickly her body launched into a faster rhythm in synch with his thrusting, expertly fucking him. I could hardly breathe. I could feel and taste his cock as he fucked her without stopping. She couldn't have made it clearer to me that she was fucking Mike and loving it, as another rollicking orgasm tore through her. 

I dimly remembered asking her, when she'd discovered my infidelity, if she was going to have sex with someone else. "If I do, you'll know it," she'd said. I wondered if this was what she meant, for surely I knew beyond any doubt that she was rubbing my nose in her wanton infidelity. 

Frankly, it was too close for comfort. I opened my mouth to breathe and one of his balls slipped in and lay on my tongue, jerking as her fucked her. I had no choice but to lick his balls, first one and then the other. I felt I was helplessly encouraging him: go ahead and get it over with. Fuck my wife. Inseminate her. Shoot your wad into her cunt. 

I felt his balls tighten. My tongue, planted on her cunt lips where his cock stretched them wide to accommodate his hugeness, felt his orgasm spurting up his cock. And again I knew her cunt was going to be filled with his sperm. I held my tongue flat against the base of his cock and felt definite little convulsions quivering on my tongue as his jism squirted through. 

His cock began jerking and I knew for certain that he was blowing his load into her again, spattering her cervix with another serving of his hot cream. He spurted a dozen times into her, and then stayed buried to the hilt inside her for several long minutes. 

After what seemed like an eternity, he sighed contentedly and slowly drew back. I saw more and more of his incredible glistening penis slip out of her, and finally the head flopped out and landed on my mouth. He stood above me, his cock hanging down in the cleft of her ass cheeks, drooling a stream of his slimy seed over my lips and cheeks, while more of it poured out of her gaping freshly fucked cunt and dripped onto my chin. 

I became aware that Trish still had my cock in her mouth, and I realized she'd been sucking me the whole time he'd been fucking her. Now she was gently bobbing her head up and down. 

She let my erection slip out of her mouth. "Now I want my husband make love with me, Mike," she said, and she moved smoothly onto the couch beside me so at last I could get up. She kept her ass cocked up, ready to be fucked in the same wanton position as before. I sat up, still dazed by what I had just been forced to witness, and got off the couch. 

Mike stood to the side. Briefly, I made eye contact with him, and acknowledged in my glance that he had fucked her, twice, and fucked her very well. I saw, as I approached her behind, that her vagina was still gaping wide and overflowing with his cum, and her ass cheeks were still glistening with cum from when she'd mashed her pussy onto my face while fucking Mike. Now she was waggling her ass for me. She wanted me to fuck her. 

I had never made love with a freshly fucked woman still dripping with semen from another man. I had hardly been able to believe my eyes as Mike fucked her. His cum dripping out of her vagina was undeniable proof that he'd been there in a very big way. 

My penis was throbbing with excitement. I spread her ass cheeks apart and blew a stream of hot breath onto her anus. It winked at me. I stuck my tongue inside it and flicked her sphincter. She whimpered. I watched, spellbound, as another rivulet of his semen flowed from her cunt lips.

She's been well fucked, I thought. Porked. Serviced, poked, creamed. Filled with Mike's semen. In my fantasies about her I always saw her as the virgin she had been, but here, now, she was anything but virginal. 

I guided my erection into the portal of her cunt. She cocked her pelvis up to meet me. I was thrilled that she squeezed me with her labia, kissing my cock in welcome, as she'd done so many times before when we'd made frenzied love as a monogamous couple, not like here, with Mike leering – in a friendly way – as I plunged in. It felt a bit strange at first, more slippery than usual, and of course it was because she was filled with his cum.

His cum came squishing out as I began fucking her. We quickly picked up our rhythm and tempo familiar from so many years of making love, but now her body seemed different. Now there was a mystery in her fucking, perhaps from her ass' greater knowledge. She'd learned something new, having been fucked by a master cock. I was concerned that she'd judge me, that she might compare cocks and find his cock more exciting. Instead, she spread her heels apart and raised her pelvis to welcome my cock in deeper than ever before. Knowingly, she stroked my erection with each thrust of her cunt. I felt I was exploring depths in her that I'd never been to, places now within reach because Mike had stretched her vagina so well only a few moments before. She groaned appreciatively as I stroked in so deeply. I felt strangely excited at the thought that her cunt lips were stretched around my cock now, but just moments earlier they had been stretched around Mike's. Now my cock was plunging in to my wife's willing cunt, slicked by semen left there by another man. I began stroking into her with accelerating, powerful thrusts.

My prick made a sloppy slurping sound as it plowed into her, and my balls smacked her labia again and again. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and concentrated on fucking me. I played with her sopping wet clit with one hand and squeezed her ass cheeks with the other, and stroked into her with increasing determination. I wanted her to know deep inside that it was her husband, her helpmate, who was fucking her now. As my prick pounded into her she responded even more vocally, "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ohhh, ooooh!" Her ass cheeks began to blush again, and I knew she was close to orgasm. I pressed my thumb onto her ass hole. "Oh god, oh god, ooooh," she cooed, her voice rising. She pushed back at my thumb and I knew she was ready. I inserted my thumb slowly but firmly into her ass, as far as it would go. I felt her sphincter clasp my thumb and squeeze my prick, and our pace quickened. Now with my thumb in her rectum I could feel my cock rippling into her vagina, just as I'd felt Mike's cock in her vagina only moments before. 

Her ass was blushing bright red. Her head tossed from side to side, and her hair whipped across her face as she writhed beneath me. She was coming now, her orgasm building surely to a long, sustained peak of ecstatic pleasure. I knew from experience I could keep her there for as long as I could keep fucking her. 

Mike stood close by as we made love. His presence added a strange saucy excitement to our lovemaking. His cock hung, no longer hard, near Trish's face. He stroked her shoulder and back. A drip of cum formed at the tip of his cock and fell to the floor. Trish noticed it, and she saw his cock twitch as another drop formed. She leaned over, took his cock in her hand, and licked the cum off it. Then she took his cock in her mouth, and her fucking lost its rhythm momentarily. She had to collect herself to accommodate his cock and mine at the same time. I bean stroking with greater urgency. She let his cock drop out of her mouth, lowered her head, and again concentrated on receiving the fucking I was giving her.