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By *ordlad OP Man
5 weeks ago
Wrexham |
I lay there on David's marital bed, my body still buzzing from the second time he'd taken me that night. The sheets were tangled and damp with sweat, the air thick with the scent of lube, cum, and raw sex. My ass ached in the most delicious way—stretched and filled twice by David's thick cock while his wife, Sarah, had sat in the armchair across from us, legs crossed, watching every thrust with hungry eyes. She'd said nothing at first, just sipped her wine and let her gaze linger on us. Now, though, her expression had changed. There was a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stood up, holding the strap-on harness she'd fetched from the drawer.
"You two look so good together," she purred, stepping closer. David was still kneeling behind me on the bed, his chest heaving, cock half-hard and glistening. He glanced at her, a mix of surprise and excitement in his eyes. "My turn to play with my husband... while you join in."
I propped myself up on my elbows, heart racing. This was new territory, even after everything we'd done. Sarah was beautiful—curvy, confident, with full breasts straining against her silk robe. She shed it slowly, revealing smooth skin and the thick, realistic dildo already attached to the harness. It bobbed heavily as she stepped into it, tightening the straps around her hips. David shifted, lying back on the bed beside me, his legs spreading invitingly.
"Come here," Sarah said to me, her voice low and commanding. I crawled over, my own cock twitching back to life at the sight. She pulled me in for a deep kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth while her hand reached down to stroke David's shaft, making him groan. "You've had him twice tonight. Now watch me fuck him... and then you can have him again while I watch up close."
David moaned as she positioned herself between his legs. I knelt beside them, one hand on David's thigh, the other trailing up Sarah's side. She lubed the strap-on generously, then pressed the thick head against David's hole—still slick and open from me. He arched as she pushed in, inch by inch, her hips rolling forward until she was buried deep. "Fuck, yes," David gasped, his eyes locking onto mine.
I couldn't resist. I leaned down and kissed him hard, our tongues tangling as Sarah started thrusting—slow at first, then building a steady rhythm. The sound of her hips slapping against him filled the room, mixed with his muffled moans into my mouth. My hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with her movements. Sarah's free hand reached over to grip my ass, pulling me closer.
"Join in," she breathed, her eyes gleaming. "Fuck his mouth while I take his ass."
I moved up the bed, straddling David's chest. He opened wide eagerly, taking my hardening cock between his lips as I slid in. The taste of my earlier loads was still on him, salty and familiar. Sarah picked up speed, pounding into him harder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I reached back, finding her nipple and pinching it gently, making her gasp and fuck him even deeper.
David was lost between us—sucking me greedily, his throat tight around my shaft, while Sarah claimed his hole with long, powerful strokes. I could feel his body rocking beneath me, every thrust from her pushing him further onto my cock. "God, you look so fucking hot like this," I groaned, threading my fingers through his hair.
Sarah leaned forward, her body pressing against David's as she kissed me over him. Our tongues met in a messy, heated clash while she ground deep inside him. I could hear David's desperate whimpers vibrating around me. The bed creaked rhythmically, the three of us moving together in perfect, filthy sync.
I pulled out of his mouth just long enough for him to catch his breath, then slid back in, fucking his face while Sarah railed his ass. His cock was rock-hard in my hand now, leaking steadily. Sarah's pace grew frantic. "I'm close," she moaned. "Come with me."
David came first—hard—spurting over my fingers and his own stomach as Sarah drove into him one last time. The sight pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep into his throat and unloaded, filling his mouth as he swallowed every drop.
We collapsed together in a sweaty, satisfied heap—me on one side of David, Sarah on the other, the strap-on still buried inside him. Her hand found mine across his chest, squeezing gently. "Round three?" she whispered with a smirk.
I smiled, already feeling the stirrings of another round in David's marital bed. "Absolutely." |
