David maintained an unhurried pace with his hips. Mia clung to the back of his neck, and his forehead was now pressed against hers. They just stared into each other's eyes from three inches away, their bodies perfectly still except for his languid thrusting, like they were communicating in a secret, silent language. It lasted a painfully long time. Finally, Mia moved her hand from behind my husband's neck and used it to cradle the side of his face. She caressed his cheek, and her brow furrowed solemnly.
"David..." she whispered. He kissed her then, and suddenly I was a trespasser in my own home. Earlier they had kissed gleefully, or passionately, or to torment me. Or even with real affection. Now they kissed tenderly, like two broken souls trying to heal each other, frightened of damaging a precious but fragile thing they'd unearthed. I ... can't describe it any better than that.
Eventually the kiss broke and David's head hovered just above Mia's. They smiled fondly as they watched each other for a moment, then David leaned down to kiss the side of her neck, still rocking in and out of her, his face now mostly hidden from me. I thought Mia would take the opportunity to glance over and taunt me with her eyes once more, but I doubt she even remembered I was in the room at that point. Instead she tilted her lips towards my husband and whispered in his ear, far too quietly for the words to reach me. She talked for a long time, more than a minute, and as she did David would occasionally nod, or mumble a reply, or moan. When he lifted his head the talking continued, eyeball to eyeball, still too quiet to make out. David said more now; it was an exchange. Toward the end, she spoke, then David looked over at me for a long few seconds. When he turned back to Mia he nodded, faintly. She smiled, then he smiled. Then they kissed again.
I was enthralled, disoriented, and scared. My sex was on fire, a searing heat radiating out in all directions, hotter by far than ever in my life. My hand, unwilled, continued to stoke that fire, bringing extraordinary physical pleasure. I felt like I was about to cry.
Their talking apparently finished, David began to push in earnest. Mia gasped; she held him by his shoulders as her knees rose up, leaving her feet to dangle in the air and shudder in time with my husband's thrusts. Still they watched each other, moaning and sighing and kissing. It wasn't the frenzied romp from earlier, nor the violent pounding that had followed. Oh God. It wasn't fucking at all: they were making love. Something icy and terrible seemed to pierce the base of my skull and, as before, my treasonous clit responded by vibrating in joy.
It couldn't last long -- David was on the edge. His thrusts became faster and less regular, while he began gasp and grunt out muttered obscenities. I was a vortex of emotions, but for some reason that's the thing that made jealousy shoot to the very top: that moment when I'm pinned beneath my husband as he loses his composure, when he starts panting and grunting and growling feral curses right into my ear -- I'm in love with that moment. Now I was sitting on a fucking chair, and there was David, and ... it should have been mine.
Mia picked up those same cues right away. I'm sure she could feel his cock swelling inside her, a sensation I know so well. She responded with a surge of enthusiasm. Her hands danced all over his body, grasping and petting, before wrapping around him. Her thighs gave him a happy squeeze and her feet eagerly stroked up & down his legs and ass, massaging him. In the end her legs, too, were wrapped around him, urging him on and holding him in. As the pinnacle neared she moaned her encouragement, in the most wanton terms.
"Yes David, ohhh yes David, you're so close, I love it ... Are you gonna cum? Do it, oh fuck, fucking do it ... Do you want to cum in me?" David groaned in surprise, but didn't lose his momentum.
"Ahh! God damn it, really?"
"It's ok, you can cum in me, David. Yes, yes you can, I want you to fill me up, I want it. You fucking deserve it. Fire that shit right where it belongs, baby."
"Fuck ... oh fuck, Mia ... I don't know, I don't know..." Oh, shit. Launching a raw load into a dripping wet pussy might be his favorite thing on the whole fucking Earth, and I'd gotten clean health screenings from everyone before setting the date ... but we'd have to take it on faith that Mia was on birth control. It was an awful idea, and he'd know that if he wasn't blind drunk on lust. But, right now...?
David was wrestling with the angels here -- I whined pitifully from my chair because I saw what was likely to happen. Mia made sure I was right.
"Do you want me to beg you? I'll fucking beg. PLEASE cum in me! Please. Cum in me and make me your slut ... I'll let you fuck me whenever you want, I'll call you Daddy, you'll fucking own me, just cum in me! Do it, do it, fucking do it, cum for me..."
He did. With a conquering roar, my dear husband viciously slammed into the girl below him, three times, then held himself there as he pumped the huge load he'd been building all night into her deepest point. Mia cried out: "Yes! Give it to me! Give it! It's all mine ... mine ... mine..." Her arms and legs, still wrapped around David, tightened into a bear hug -- l watched as her muscles strained to lock him in place.
In my mind's eye I could see his balls heave and contract ... could see a river of his seed flood Mia's insides, racing down her channel to whatever might lay below. It was a horrifying sight -- but also an appallingly erotic one. I felt a frightening and inevitable orgasm bubbling up from my toes, and my brain short-circuited.
When I came to a few seconds later, I found I'd removed my hand from my slick folds. Even my subconscious was afraid to cum without permission.
The lovers were still where I'd left them, catching their breath and grinning ear to ear. They caressed each other and shared a few brief kisses before David rolled off Mia and lay beside her on the bed. She turned her attention back to me.
"Ahh, Kimmyyy," she said in a far-away voice, "was it good for you?" She giggled softly, blissfully. I was too close to catatonic to respond. "Come here, sweetheart; got a little job for you..."
I did as she asked, not even bothering to try and predict what she wanted -- if I was right, would it help? I staggered onto the mattress and looked to Mia for instruction. She reached out to take hold of my husband's semi-hard dick and hold it upright. "Just give him a little polish, ok? Clean him up for me." That thick slab of muscle I've always loved was absolutely drenched in her juices and streaks of cooling semen. I was a deer in the headlights for only a few seconds before Mia continued. "Oh Kimmy, I'd take the opportunity if I were you. I mean, who knows when you're gonna get the chance to play with this thing again..."
I couldn't bear to look at the smirk I knew she was wearing, so I kept my eyes on my assignment and just did it. It was a bittersweet thrill. Exciting, yes, and I could taste David's spunk, which I long ago learned to savor. But mostly what I could taste was Mia's pussy. That was a first, tasting another woman. As I ran my tongue all over my husband, I finally stole a glance over towards Mia. She was distracted: running her fingers across her leaking slit, toying with the cum she'd collected, and immensely pleased with herself. My heart sank into my stomach at the thought of what I might have to do next.
Once David was clean I looked back up at Mia. She smiled and patted the space on the bed between her and my husband. "Good job. Right here, lie down -- it's time for you to cum again. And we're gonna have a little chat." I did as she asked, taking my place in the middle, on my back, with David to my left and Mia on my right. She snuggled right up against me, her face pressed up against the side of my own, so that anything she said would be solely for my benefit. "Ok, Kimmy, you've been a good girl, just like you promised. You go ahead and start playing with yourself." I did.
Then Mia began to whisper poison in my ear. "Oh, Kimmy Kimmy Kimmy ... you fucked up, letting this happen. You've fucked up so bad and you don't even know it. What, did you think this was all fun and games? No-ooo ... he's too good for you, Kimmy. He's too good for you, and now he knows it." A shameful moan passed my lips as I felt a new orgasm on the horizon, far away but fast-approaching. Mia began to run her hand lazily all over my body, stroking and grabbing and pinching, like a child exploring her new toy.
She went on. "You know he's gonna be thinking of me every time he fucks you now, don't you? Every single time, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it anymore. Hope that's ok with you, heheh..." My eyes clenched in fear and anger -- worried that she might be right, offended that she may have stolen something dear from me. Mia noticed. "Don't you take that attitude with me. Shit, I took it easy on you, honey. I could have had you eating my pussy a minute ago, could've shown your husband what you really are. And you would have done it, you dirty bitch. You know you would've. Right? Right? " She tweaked my nipple when I failed to answer the first time, drawing an automatic response.
"Yes!" I croaked out.
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