My hands shaking, I took my cock out and let it stand there to attention obscenely on my lap.
It was a deep purpley color, the veins standing out as it throbbed.
“Don’t touch it,” Ivor ordered. “Just tell me why it’s so hard.”
Paloma was watching me, lust-glazed eyes and her pouting pink lips. She’d never come like that for me. She’d never done anything but make little gasps and ladylike moans, kissing me with little pecks like a bird.
I wanted to know the her who dug sharp nails into the sofa, wanted to make her squirt so hard it soaked the ground underneath. And I wouldn’t have a chance unless I passed her gauntlet. So I dug deep into my stubborn bastard heart and I clung on.
“It’s so hard because of my wife. Because I know what it feels like to be inside her. It’s the best feeling in the world.”
“So good you had to go elsewhere,” Paloma said mockingly as Ivor pressed inside her further. “I can do that, too.”
“Never again,” I said hungrily, eagerly. “I love you, and I’m only fallingmorein love with you.”
She frowned at me, adorably. “I’ve got another man’s cock in my pussy and you’re telling me you love me? Give up.”
“No.”
She frowned again, then spread her thighs wider. Her breasts were shaking as Ivor finally, excruciatingly, bottomed out at her cervix, and he began to thrust began and forth.
“Yes, baby, yes!” she exulted, locking eyes defiantly with me.
The tip of my cock was beginning to leak precum, and it dripped down until it was wetting my pants.
There was a beautiful flush spreading across her chest and face as he worked her toward another orgasm.
“Ooh, you feel good,” Ivor grunted, gripping my wife’s hips, jerking her down over his cock with a loud squishing wet sound that made me see red with jealousy.
I was breathing so shallowly I felt light-headed. My cock wasachingwith the need to be inside her.
I might have blacked out when she came, and then he was already arranging her against his chest, the both of them sticky and slick with sweat, so I could hear the squelch as he thrust inside her, drawing her arousal and cum out.
“I’m gonna come with this next one, baby,” he told my wife, “then after that we’ll let the cuck come.”
“You’re hitting my G-spot,” she moaned, wriggling in his arms, and this time he was thrusting so deep, they were grinding so hard against each other that little droplets of sweat flung off their bodies and splattered against my forehead and cheeks.
Ivor put a big finger firmly on Paloma’s clit, and I saw it there, swollen like a perfect little jewel, and she screamed as she came, squirting around his big cock, creating a puddle in front of him, like a gulf that separated the two of us.
He came then too, pulling halfway out so I could see the exact moment the condom filled up with his cum, gallons of it, all from the pleasure of my wife’s cunt.
Thrust after thrust, until I was dizzy with need and I thought my cock would explode by itself.
“You can come now,” Ivor finally said, breathing heavily, and my heated fingers had barely touched my cock until I was coming, in embarrassingly huge ropes of cum, grunting so I could draw every drop from my balls.
I came right in front of them, my hands frenetically jerking on my cock, stroking myself until I felt limp and exhausted.
The two of them just waited on their knees, Ivor’s huge dick bobbing between her thighs, as I came.
“Clean up your mess, cuck,” Ivor ordered.
Paloma was looking almost pityingly at me, but I knew that wasn’t going to do shit. Pity wasn’t what I wanted.
I had to take several moments to catch my breath, my chest heaving.
“Motivating as hell,” I growled, and was rewarded with her swollen pink lips popping open in shock. “Makes me want to fuck you better.I know I can. If this is what my wife needs, I’m happy to provide it and participate,” I said. “It’s not my favorite thing, but it’s growing on me.”
Paloma’s eyes darkened and she hopped off the sofa and strode over to me, gripping me tightly by the chin, digging her nails into my cheeks.
