with her juices. And, as I watched, the thick creamy cum started to roll out of her, wending its way towards her outer lips and then coating them, too.
I was in despair. God, it had happened--she’d fucked another man. Nothing would ever be the same again. And the worst part was that my cock was still achingly hard. Watching it had been the most erotic experience of my life. What was wrong with me?
Brad got up and came to stand behind her. He licked her neck and then said, “Put two fingers up yourself.”
I was shocked at the cold, stark way he said it. Kim squirmed too, but I was getting to recognize that squirm: half angry, half beside herself with lust. She reached down with her right hand.
“No,” said Brad sharply. “With your left. And use your ring finger and the one next to it.”
Kim stiffened, but did as he said. Her fingers entered her easily, sliding up inside her all the way to her hand.
“Now pull them out,” said Brad. “And show us.”
Kim pulled her fingers from herself and held them up, her fingers pointing towards the ceiling. Both fingers were dripping with thick, white cum and, as we watched, it slid slowly down their lengths to ooze all over her engagement ring and wedding band. The shining diamond and gleaming platinum went dull as a layer of white goo engulfed them.
“That’s what she thinks of your fucking marriage,” said Brad.
White hot rage exploded behind my eyes. It was just a joke to him. He’d never been married. He’d never known what it was to commit to someone for life. And yet the sight of it, of our eternal bond coated in his seed, was causing a twisting heat to spiral up inside me. Something about it had me harder than I could ever remember being.
“Get me hard again,” Brad told Kim. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around and then pushed her to her knees. She was naked now, except for her heels, and there was something especially obscene about her being dressed like that, while he was still fully clothed. She allowed herself to be pushed down, until her head was level with his soft cock, still shining with her juices.
“Go on,” said Brad. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how I like it.” He looked at me. “She do this for you, Louis? I bet she doesn’t.”
I gritted my teeth. She didn’t. I got head very occasionally, on my birthday or maybe some other special occasion, but that was it.
She nervously licked her lips, but I could see her breathing speeding up again. She actually liked doing it—at least for him. As she opened her mouth wide to engulf him, I saw her reach down with her left hand and begin to stroke herself with her cum-covered fingers. She took him all the way into her mouth while he was still soft—even though that meant filling her mouth right to capacity. Her lips bumped against his groin. God, the head of him must be right at the entrance to her throat! I saw her cheeks move and realized she must be swirling her tongue around him, sucking him back to hardness.
Brad reached down and stroked her hair. “Now,” he said, “you’re going to stay right there. Aren’t you?”
Kim stiffened...but then I saw her nod.
Brad took his hands away and put them behind his back, as if to demonstrate that he didn’t have to hold her in place.
I didn’t understand, at first. Didn’t he want her to move back and forth, or stay still while he moved? But he just stood there, and she kept her head precisely where it was. They were like a statue depicting oral sex, the only signs of life the soft sucking noises she made and the slight movement of her cheeks.
Seconds passed. And then I heard her gag. And suddenly, I understood.
Brad’s cock was hardening in her mouth, getting longer and thicker. As it grew, it would fill her mouth and gradually extend down her throat. And, instead of being able to swallow it down in one go as it passed the entrance--a sudden, brief penetration--its slow swelling would mean she’d have the
I was in despair. God, it had happened--she’d fucked another man. Nothing would ever be the same again. And the worst part was that my cock was still achingly hard. Watching it had been the most erotic experience of my life. What was wrong with me?
Brad got up and came to stand behind her. He licked her neck and then said, “Put two fingers up yourself.”
I was shocked at the cold, stark way he said it. Kim squirmed too, but I was getting to recognize that squirm: half angry, half beside herself with lust. She reached down with her right hand.
“No,” said Brad sharply. “With your left. And use your ring finger and the one next to it.”
Kim stiffened, but did as he said. Her fingers entered her easily, sliding up inside her all the way to her hand.
“Now pull them out,” said Brad. “And show us.”
Kim pulled her fingers from herself and held them up, her fingers pointing towards the ceiling. Both fingers were dripping with thick, white cum and, as we watched, it slid slowly down their lengths to ooze all over her engagement ring and wedding band. The shining diamond and gleaming platinum went dull as a layer of white goo engulfed them.
“That’s what she thinks of your fucking marriage,” said Brad.
White hot rage exploded behind my eyes. It was just a joke to him. He’d never been married. He’d never known what it was to commit to someone for life. And yet the sight of it, of our eternal bond coated in his seed, was causing a twisting heat to spiral up inside me. Something about it had me harder than I could ever remember being.
“Get me hard again,” Brad told Kim. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around and then pushed her to her knees. She was naked now, except for her heels, and there was something especially obscene about her being dressed like that, while he was still fully clothed. She allowed herself to be pushed down, until her head was level with his soft cock, still shining with her juices.
“Go on,” said Brad. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how I like it.” He looked at me. “She do this for you, Louis? I bet she doesn’t.”
I gritted my teeth. She didn’t. I got head very occasionally, on my birthday or maybe some other special occasion, but that was it.
She nervously licked her lips, but I could see her breathing speeding up again. She actually liked doing it—at least for him. As she opened her mouth wide to engulf him, I saw her reach down with her left hand and begin to stroke herself with her cum-covered fingers. She took him all the way into her mouth while he was still soft—even though that meant filling her mouth right to capacity. Her lips bumped against his groin. God, the head of him must be right at the entrance to her throat! I saw her cheeks move and realized she must be swirling her tongue around him, sucking him back to hardness.
Brad reached down and stroked her hair. “Now,” he said, “you’re going to stay right there. Aren’t you?”
Kim stiffened...but then I saw her nod.
Brad took his hands away and put them behind his back, as if to demonstrate that he didn’t have to hold her in place.
I didn’t understand, at first. Didn’t he want her to move back and forth, or stay still while he moved? But he just stood there, and she kept her head precisely where it was. They were like a statue depicting oral sex, the only signs of life the soft sucking noises she made and the slight movement of her cheeks.
Seconds passed. And then I heard her gag. And suddenly, I understood.
Brad’s cock was hardening in her mouth, getting longer and thicker. As it grew, it would fill her mouth and gradually extend down her throat. And, instead of being able to swallow it down in one go as it passed the entrance--a sudden, brief penetration--its slow swelling would mean she’d have the
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