Story 29 #7
“Let's see how good you look spreading your ass for me,” he barked, stepping behind the woman while planting a painful spank on her ass, which left behind deep, bright red imprint.
An outline of all the fingers, including where his wedding ring had impacted the skin.
When Tabitha saw her husband's wedding band striking down onto another woman's ass, she nearly came at the mere sight of it.
Something about seeing a married man fornicating with a woman as hot and seductive as Rachel…
got the cuckquean wife going in a way she never knew possible.
Somebody should really fetch the poor girl a towel, at this rate, she may start floating away any time.
But, Dicky couldn't be bothered. He was busy pulling the wife’s short jean shorts down her legs, until they reached about halfway down her toned thighs.
“What do we have here?” Dicky laughed, spotting a pair of striped cotton panties. “I love cotton panties.” There he went again, biting at his lower lip. “I fucking love cotton panties on my dick!”
“I can vouch for that, sir,” Tabitha chimed in. “He loves fucking me with panties on. …I mean, with me wearing them!” She clarified.
“Uhh, thanks for that,” Dicky rolled his eyes. “Why don't you just stick to rubbing your pussy and I’ll stick to fucking this one.”
“Sounds good to me!” Tabitha nodded with excitement.
“Great,” Dicky nodded, planting another spank onto Rachel's firm butt.
She was toned, without being terribly lean.
The amount of jiggle her ass performed with each slap seemed to be the perfect amount.
A little bit of jiggle. A little bit of rocking.
The thick chunks of booty meat enticed Dicky to no end.
“Well,” Rachel yelled. “Are you just going to stare at her… or are you gonna fuck her?!”
This caused the owner to let out a small chortle, remembering back to his first experience as a cuckold husband. He had felt more nervous, anxious, and unsure compared to Tabitha's animalistic eagerness to see her husband fill another woman's pussy with his still rockhard dick.
“Now, now, sweetie,” Dicky reprimanded her. “I'm going to take my time worshiping this fine body in the way it deserves to be treated.”
“Ohh,” Rachel swooned, looking over Tabitha. “That's just the kind of talk I like to hear... Owww!”
Another yelp shot from her mouth as Dicky slapped that booty, just to reaffirm its jiggly-ness.
“Yep,” he nodded. “She’s still got it.”
Now it was just Dicky, those cotton striped panties, and his own willpower that stood between his penis and a brand new cunt that he was dying to fill. And fill he would… That much, everyone was sure of.
He then approached the sexy wife, leading with his cock, as she bent over.
“Oh, so warm,” Rachel moaned.
She was, of course, referring to Dicky’s manhood, which she had ever so gently placed between her cheeks – like a big hotdog nestled between toasty buns.
Dicky smiled, relishing in perhaps the most perfect possible position for appreciating that ass.
His cock wedged itself lengthwise between Rachel’s buttocks…
looking down at the glorious ass, feeling those soft panties massaging at the underside of his shaft.
Life couldn’t get much better for Dicky.
Oh, but wait – that’s when Rachel started bouncing backward and forward, of course.
In doing so, she slid her welcoming panties up and down along Dicky’s manhood.
Then, reaching back with one hand, she slipped his rod beneath the band of her panties.
So that his manhood pressed against her bare skin. Flesh on flesh.
And with it aligned perfectly between her cheeks, she allowed the tension of the panties to hold his cock firm and snug against her body. Now, once more, from this position the hotwife rocked forward and backward. In effect, masturbating Dicky with her ass.
“Ohh fuck, honey,” he groaned, reaching out a hand of his to take hold of his wife. Probably for balance.
Unfortunately, she was a little too far away – and so he looked rather foolish swinging around in the air at nothing.
“You should feel how this feels,” he continued.
“But Dicky,” she protested. “I don't have a penis.”
“Thank God for that,” he laughed. “But anyway, Rachel's ass feels so nice on my dick…. Look at that! She's making me gush pre-cum all down her crack!”
Now Tabitha, being of the eager variety…
she immediately jumped up from her seat and approached the participants.
Sure enough, she spotted a large gushing clear liquid, now dripping down Rachel’s ass.
Starting from the top where it began, right down onto the crack and somewhere underneath.
Judging by Dicky's grinning expression as he closed his eyes to rock his hips forward, Tabitha imagined This must feel pretty good. She’d be correct.
Looking on as Rachel continued that mesmerizing masturbation technique... Causing loads of precum to shoot forth from the stranger's penis.
Slish slosh slish slosh.
It didn’t take too long for all his lusty liquids to build up, leaving behind a small valley of wetness, which his cock gladly splashed in.
With the way that ass moved forward, teasing the head of his cock.
However, right as his member brushed over the entrance of her asshole, Rachel would wag a finger back as if to say no, no.
Only to bend forward a little more so that the man’s cock then lined up with her succulent vagina.
Those plump southern lips, glistening with wetness from her and Dicky’s own making.
For, she too, was drenched from this taboo act.
Knowing good and well that the man's wife was watching her every move.
Loving every second of this debauchery. And so too, was Rachel's own husband.
Still sitting, slowly pumping away at his pecker with an ever-increasing enthusiasm.
“I think it's time for her to take the real thing,” Tabitha said aloud, perhaps more to herself than anyone else.
“You think so?” Rachel smirked.
“God, please!” Tabith whined, rubbing on her own vagina, feeling the heat of this moment rush down to her pleasure button, which she pressed again. And again. And again. Like a desperate gambler sitting inside the casino playing a rigged lotto machine.
“Watch this baby,” Dicky exclaimed. On the last rocking of Rachel's rump, instead of allowing her to work the motion, Dicky took hold of those hips with both hands and held them with a strong grip.
“Not this time,” he said. “This time I decide what you get.”
“Sweetie,” he nodded at Tabitha. “Get your fine ass over here. Time for you to do some work.”
“Me?!” Tabitha gasped.
“No,” Dicky replied. “My other wife sitting in this room.”
“Oh, yeah, right. Me…” Tabitha smiled, jumping forward waiting for her husband’s next command.
His dick lingered right outside of Rachel’s vagina. Literally pressing against the lips. Almost poking the head inside, just spreading them ever so slightly.
“Line up this cock,” Dicky grunted. “You’re about to watch your husband fuck another woman. And you’re going to do it.”
“Oh fuck! Christ almighty!” Tabitha gasped.
Without another second to waste, her soft hand reached out, taking hold of Dicky’s hefty pole – which she then moved up and down, between those tempting lips, causing another eruption of pre-cum to flow out onto them.
The cuckquean wife nearly fainted, knowing good and well how turned on her husband was by another woman.
She lined up his dick with the woman’s opening.
“Good girl,” Dicky applauded her. “Now, it’s my turn.”
To ensure his wife got a good view, Dicky did the most gentlemanly thing he knew of. He took hold of his wife’s hair and yanked her head right up near his weiner. So that Tabitha’s eyes were placed in a lusty front row seat, so close a bit of the squishing liquid splashed onto her skin.
“Wow!” Tabitha cheered.
“Watch this,” he grunted. Just as his hips rocked ahead. This resulted in a few things happening all at once.
First, his cock impaled the gorgeous woman.
With the moistness of their equipment, it provided a lovely lubrication, ensuring every hard inch of his cock made its way into her tight hole.
Next, Rachel’s back arched in an exaggerated fashion – her fingers clawed out at the bed, her head tipped rearward, mouth open, crying out.
Sounds of pain or pleasure, maybe some mixture of the two, who knows…
It looked good either way, and made Tabitha rub her own cunt even harder.
It didn’t really matter much to Dicky, as he slapped the woman’s derriere and shoved his dick in farther, deeper, harder and faster.
“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyy goooooooooood! I can’t believe this is really happening!” Tabitha bit her lower lip, lingering on the verge of joyful tears.
“It’s only just starting,” Dicky slapped her across the face.
What sensations the hotwife’s pussy was bestowing onto his manhood!
No condom either… He got the full sensation of another woman’s flesh wrapped around his lovelance!
What a treat! What a wife he had… right there to watch him do it all, cheerleading him on.
Her eyes filled with an almost obscene pleasure.
It looked, and probably held true, that Tabitha derived even more satisfaction from this penetration than anyone else in the room.
Dicky loved the feeling of Rachel’s cunt. Seeing a new girl’s body take his manhood. Woah! The tightness of her pussy shocked even him, as it further clamped around his pole, resulting in a little cunt hug. A tight, loving embrace which he was all too willing to receive.
“I need to fuck that hole good!” Dicky shouted, withdrawing his prick just for a second. He then held it toward his wife’s mouth – where she, seemingly out of instinct, knew exactly what to do. Those lips of hers spread apart, taking his wet dick into her mouth.
“Mmm mmm mmm!” She moaned, sucking it clean. She savored the taste of another woman’s sex liquids on her husband’s rod.
Over and over she licked, trying to take off every last bit of wetness – until… WHACK!
Dicky slapped her right across the face.
“Ok, ok! Enough!” He swatted the cuckquean. So hard, in fact, Tabitha even spotted a few stars floating about in the room. Or maybe, those were from the sexual excitement coursing through her body. Who knew?