then Anders, quietly standing over my wife as he jerks himself off while mumbling shit like, “Achtung!” or “Schnell!”
“Who’s the fourth guy?” I remember asking as I felt Cynthia quiver a bit as I began to stroke the front of her pussy with the back of my hand. She was getting hot again, I could tell, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was thinking of this fourth guy or if my playful stroking was getting her going.
She sighed as she slowly opened up her thighs, exposing her pink lips that were peeking out through her thick brown pubic hair. She let me stroke her pussy lips for a while as she stayed silent, and I do remember getting a distinct feeling that a fantasy was forming in her mind. I didn’t care, of course. In fact I loved the idea. After all, I was already fantasizing about those three lawyers she described standing over my naked Cynthia. The only thing that would make it better would be adding a fourth to it.
“The fourth guy is Parker,” Cynthia said finally, her voice low and husky as I put the tip of my finger into her pussy while I touched the hood of her clit with my thumb. “He grew up poor in the Bronx and ended up graduating at the top of his class from Columbia Law School. And I guess I kinda expected him to be a bit more down to earth based on his roots. But nope. He’s as arrogant as any of those other guys. I mean, I really thought he was going to ask me to make him coffee and then rub his feet, the way he was ordering me around this week.”
“Would you have?” I whispered then as I pushed my finger all the way inside her, feeling the wetness start to flow from my wife’s depths again.
“Would I have what?” Cynthia muttered back through a moan as she adjusted her hips and spread her legs wider.
I smiled devilishly as I curled my finger up inside her pussy. “You know what.”
Cynthia’s eyelids were already fluttering and her mouth was opening and closing like a fish as she took long, deep breaths, her heat rising as I fucked her with my finger. I was enjoying this tremendously, just like I know she was. By then we were already comfortable with the idea of Cynthia fucking different men while I watched, and I knew she was playing with me when she asked, “Would I have what?”, just like I wasn’t talking about fetching coffee when I asked her, “Would you have?”
“Would you have . . .” I whispered again as I pushed a second finger into her and felt her body quiver. “Would you have . . .”
She was nodding by then, her eyes closed tight, her mouth forming an O shape as I was certain she was imagining a cock pushing its way down her throat. Yes, a cock, and not my cock. Hah! Oh, fuck that turned me on!
Her orgasm rolled in soon after that, rocking her naked body through and through as I furiously rammed my fingers as deep into her cunt as I could, my thumb flicking and pressing her stiff clit as she moaned and thrashed.
“Would you have, Cyn?” I kept whispering as I watched her come. “Would you have?”
“Yes,” she moaned as she finished. “Oh, fuck yes.”
And finally, when she went still and I took my fingers out of her pussy, bringing them to her face to sniff for a moment before smelling them myself, I asked her the question:
“Will you?”
3
O f course, she said no at the time. It would have been career suicide. Besides, she thought the guys were assholes, and why give assholes the pleasure of coming all over her face, down her asshole, inside her pussy? It wasn’t even a consideration at the time.
But that was two months ago, and now as I sit here in my office, I cannot help but think that there’s a reason this is all coming back to me now. We’re looking to take this one step farther, aren’t we? Raise the stakes? Up the ante? The last time it was three new men. Now it’s time for four, isn’t it? And we’ve got four ripe for the picking. Four lawyers. And there’s something about the idea of watching these four young,
“Who’s the fourth guy?” I remember asking as I felt Cynthia quiver a bit as I began to stroke the front of her pussy with the back of my hand. She was getting hot again, I could tell, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was thinking of this fourth guy or if my playful stroking was getting her going.
She sighed as she slowly opened up her thighs, exposing her pink lips that were peeking out through her thick brown pubic hair. She let me stroke her pussy lips for a while as she stayed silent, and I do remember getting a distinct feeling that a fantasy was forming in her mind. I didn’t care, of course. In fact I loved the idea. After all, I was already fantasizing about those three lawyers she described standing over my naked Cynthia. The only thing that would make it better would be adding a fourth to it.
“The fourth guy is Parker,” Cynthia said finally, her voice low and husky as I put the tip of my finger into her pussy while I touched the hood of her clit with my thumb. “He grew up poor in the Bronx and ended up graduating at the top of his class from Columbia Law School. And I guess I kinda expected him to be a bit more down to earth based on his roots. But nope. He’s as arrogant as any of those other guys. I mean, I really thought he was going to ask me to make him coffee and then rub his feet, the way he was ordering me around this week.”
“Would you have?” I whispered then as I pushed my finger all the way inside her, feeling the wetness start to flow from my wife’s depths again.
“Would I have what?” Cynthia muttered back through a moan as she adjusted her hips and spread her legs wider.
I smiled devilishly as I curled my finger up inside her pussy. “You know what.”
Cynthia’s eyelids were already fluttering and her mouth was opening and closing like a fish as she took long, deep breaths, her heat rising as I fucked her with my finger. I was enjoying this tremendously, just like I know she was. By then we were already comfortable with the idea of Cynthia fucking different men while I watched, and I knew she was playing with me when she asked, “Would I have what?”, just like I wasn’t talking about fetching coffee when I asked her, “Would you have?”
“Would you have . . .” I whispered again as I pushed a second finger into her and felt her body quiver. “Would you have . . .”
She was nodding by then, her eyes closed tight, her mouth forming an O shape as I was certain she was imagining a cock pushing its way down her throat. Yes, a cock, and not my cock. Hah! Oh, fuck that turned me on!
Her orgasm rolled in soon after that, rocking her naked body through and through as I furiously rammed my fingers as deep into her cunt as I could, my thumb flicking and pressing her stiff clit as she moaned and thrashed.
“Would you have, Cyn?” I kept whispering as I watched her come. “Would you have?”
“Yes,” she moaned as she finished. “Oh, fuck yes.”
And finally, when she went still and I took my fingers out of her pussy, bringing them to her face to sniff for a moment before smelling them myself, I asked her the question:
“Will you?”
3
O f course, she said no at the time. It would have been career suicide. Besides, she thought the guys were assholes, and why give assholes the pleasure of coming all over her face, down her asshole, inside her pussy? It wasn’t even a consideration at the time.
But that was two months ago, and now as I sit here in my office, I cannot help but think that there’s a reason this is all coming back to me now. We’re looking to take this one step farther, aren’t we? Raise the stakes? Up the ante? The last time it was three new men. Now it’s time for four, isn’t it? And we’ve got four ripe for the picking. Four lawyers. And there’s something about the idea of watching these four young,
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