safe, profoundly satisfied, totally in that trancelike state that I am in as well.
Parker grunts and sits down on the couch again. He is completely naked, and his thick cock bounces comically as his ass hits the seat. But although he is quite hard, he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. He has already blasted one monster load all over my wife, and he seems content to wait until she’s ready again, until she calls for him again, until I send him to her again. Good man, Parker. Good man.
But now I see Jason stand up straight after making sure Amy is secure in the armchair. His erection looks painful in those pants, and I can tell from the way he’s looking down at my naked wife all curled up in that armchair that he’s very close to maybe pulling out his cock and asking her to suck him. Jason hasn’t come yet, I realize, and for sure he must have been sitting outside imagining what was going on in here. Certainly, Jason has the discipline and self-control of a US Marine, and he will not move forward unless invited. But at the same time it almost seems unfair to make him wait.
I almost laugh at myself as I stare at the scene. I feel like the director of a movie or something. I can tell Jason to move forward, to undress, to bring his cock close to my wife, to ask her to suck him, fondle his balls, jerk him off, ease the pain of his arousal. I look at Amy again, but her eyes are closed now even though there is a smile on her face. I wonder if she is still coming down from the high of that raging orgasm, and I decide that maybe I need to make sure Jason holds off for a moment before disturbing her. If the experience was so intense for me, how must it have been for her! She must have been overwhelmed at being stretched out like that between these two men! She needs a moment, doesn’t she? A moment to herself? So Jason needs to step back, and if he can’t control himself, maybe he needs to just jerk himself off. That might be best anyway, so he can be ready to go again when everyone else is.
Now I see Jason start to undo his belt, and I take a breath and lean forward, prepared to speak into the microphone, ask him to give my wife a minute. But then I see Amy open her eyes, glance at Jason once, look into the camera for a moment, and then smile at me, nod, and wink.
I almost laugh out loud. And now I relax, lean back in my chair, and spread my legs to give my balls some breathing room. Because it’s clear that Amy knows exactly what’s happening, what needs to happen, what Jason needs to have happen . . . .
But mostly, I think with a slight shake of the head and a smile of excited disbelief . . . it’s what SHE needs to have happen.
27
AMY
I watch through my tear-crusted eyes as Jason, this beautiful Marine, unbuckles his belt and pushes his tight khaki pants down over his muscular hips. His erection looks painfully constrained in all those clothes, and I feel my heartrate start to speed up again as he pushes his pants all the way down, steps out of them, and stands back up to full height.
His cock looks ENORMOUS inside his tight white underwear, and I shift in my curled-up position as I prepare to lean over the armrest and face him. Jason must be close to coming, I think. Poor Marine. Everyone else has come and it’s just him. Well, like they say, no man gets left behind, right?
I almost laugh at myself as I feel a sensation of pure elation. This is arousing, intense, and wild, sure—but most of all, it is FUN! Oh, my God is it fun!
I am smiling wide now as I struggle to change positions on the soft, cushioned armchair. The armchair is facing the camera full-on, and so I prop my elbows on the armrest and bend over, sticking my ass up and out, giving my Chris a profile view of my entire body. I glance at him once, and I feel that elation again when I see my dear husband, the love of my life, sitting there with his magnificent cock and balls on full display, his legs spread out, his long, muscular body looking
Parker grunts and sits down on the couch again. He is completely naked, and his thick cock bounces comically as his ass hits the seat. But although he is quite hard, he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. He has already blasted one monster load all over my wife, and he seems content to wait until she’s ready again, until she calls for him again, until I send him to her again. Good man, Parker. Good man.
But now I see Jason stand up straight after making sure Amy is secure in the armchair. His erection looks painful in those pants, and I can tell from the way he’s looking down at my naked wife all curled up in that armchair that he’s very close to maybe pulling out his cock and asking her to suck him. Jason hasn’t come yet, I realize, and for sure he must have been sitting outside imagining what was going on in here. Certainly, Jason has the discipline and self-control of a US Marine, and he will not move forward unless invited. But at the same time it almost seems unfair to make him wait.
I almost laugh at myself as I stare at the scene. I feel like the director of a movie or something. I can tell Jason to move forward, to undress, to bring his cock close to my wife, to ask her to suck him, fondle his balls, jerk him off, ease the pain of his arousal. I look at Amy again, but her eyes are closed now even though there is a smile on her face. I wonder if she is still coming down from the high of that raging orgasm, and I decide that maybe I need to make sure Jason holds off for a moment before disturbing her. If the experience was so intense for me, how must it have been for her! She must have been overwhelmed at being stretched out like that between these two men! She needs a moment, doesn’t she? A moment to herself? So Jason needs to step back, and if he can’t control himself, maybe he needs to just jerk himself off. That might be best anyway, so he can be ready to go again when everyone else is.
Now I see Jason start to undo his belt, and I take a breath and lean forward, prepared to speak into the microphone, ask him to give my wife a minute. But then I see Amy open her eyes, glance at Jason once, look into the camera for a moment, and then smile at me, nod, and wink.
I almost laugh out loud. And now I relax, lean back in my chair, and spread my legs to give my balls some breathing room. Because it’s clear that Amy knows exactly what’s happening, what needs to happen, what Jason needs to have happen . . . .
But mostly, I think with a slight shake of the head and a smile of excited disbelief . . . it’s what SHE needs to have happen.
27
AMY
I watch through my tear-crusted eyes as Jason, this beautiful Marine, unbuckles his belt and pushes his tight khaki pants down over his muscular hips. His erection looks painfully constrained in all those clothes, and I feel my heartrate start to speed up again as he pushes his pants all the way down, steps out of them, and stands back up to full height.
His cock looks ENORMOUS inside his tight white underwear, and I shift in my curled-up position as I prepare to lean over the armrest and face him. Jason must be close to coming, I think. Poor Marine. Everyone else has come and it’s just him. Well, like they say, no man gets left behind, right?
I almost laugh at myself as I feel a sensation of pure elation. This is arousing, intense, and wild, sure—but most of all, it is FUN! Oh, my God is it fun!
I am smiling wide now as I struggle to change positions on the soft, cushioned armchair. The armchair is facing the camera full-on, and so I prop my elbows on the armrest and bend over, sticking my ass up and out, giving my Chris a profile view of my entire body. I glance at him once, and I feel that elation again when I see my dear husband, the love of my life, sitting there with his magnificent cock and balls on full display, his legs spread out, his long, muscular body looking
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