Paloma threw her head back as Ivor shoved her skirt up around her waist, snapping her little thong playfully as he examined her ass.
I felt sick with jealousy.
Well,Ihad fucked around with someone else, hadn’t I? This was my just and righteous punishment, and I would take it like a big boy. And she wanted me to foam at the mouth with jealousy, get up and demand my wife back. Throw a fit so big I got kicked out.
But if she wanted to play kink chicken,Iwas going to win.
“That’s it, baby,” she said, her eyes on me as he unzipped his pants.
I had to stifle a choked gasp of horror as Ivor palmed his cock in his hand.
It looked outlandishly big, ridiculously big.This must be some kind of sick joke.
She arched her back, but her eyes were on me, and I felt an electric shock go down my spine.
My wife waspissedat me. She wanted me to see her getting fucked by another man, and I was her devoted servant. So I was going to sit here and take it.
Ivor looked appreciatively down at Paloma’s ass, then raised it into the air and, to my shock,dove in.
He was sitting thereeating my wife’s ass, with all these obscene-sounding slurps and smacks, his lips between both cheeks, crushing his own face with her two perfect pink globes.
“Look at his face,” Ivor laughed as he laved his tongue up and down her crack. “Never eaten your wife’s ass before?”
“No,” Paloma said. “He fancied himself quite the kink lord, too.”
My cock was tenting my pants now, not hiding the evidence of how turned on I was.
“I was wrong,” I said humbly. “I’d love the opportunity to consume your ass in future, sweetheart.”
She tossed her multi-colored hair and didn’t answer. But did I detect a slight softening in her eyes? Perhaps a weakeningof the way she despised me? Despite my dirty talk, which was obviously very rudimentary.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as Ivor continued to eat her ass, and her body was tipped up so I saw arousal begin to stream down her thighs, roll down to her toes.
“Shit, I might come just from this,” Paloma moaned.
My fists tightened around the legs of the cuck chair as I watched.
My skin was hot, too hot. Like I was running a fever.
Ivor reached over to a side table and pulled out a tent-like condom, his eyes on me.
“Look at your husband over there, sitting in his little cuck chair with his hands in his lap. He wants to fuck you so badly, but over there he just can’t. He has to sit with his thumb in his ass and do nothing while a stronger, younger, fatter sack man takes you.”
“That’s right,” Paloma purred. “Put it in me, baby. Let him see what he can’t have.”
Ivor then pulled out an industrial-strength gallon of lube and slathered it all over his massive cock.
“Stretch wide.”
And I had to sit there, sweat rolling profusely down my neck and soaking the back of my shirt, as Ivor pressed his dick inside my wife.
He was so big it took him a while to get in, Paloma yowling and whimpering with each inch, and when he was only halfway in, she came, squirting out all over the couch as her nails dug into the fabric.
Her body shuddered in pleasure, her face twisted in ecstasy.
“Oh, baby, it’s so good! More, I want more!”
“Look at your husband over there, baby girl. He’s looking so jealous, isn’t he? But that cock still hard as a rock, ain’t it? Take it out, Silas.”
