9 - Housing Swap #5
Before I knew it, Tom had moved around to the side of the swing.
His cock was throbbing, beading with that same clear liquid that covered my own member.
He rubbed the head against her lips before pressing down to slide into her throat.
He moaned at the contact, his hands gripping the swing’s stand as he thrust into her.
“God, her throat is tight,” he said. “You really are a spoiled man, Jon. Good for you for putting a ring on it. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.”
He forced himself all the way down, his balls resting against her chin. He looked down at her as she gagged and choked around him before pulling out to start his pumping. With every jerk of his hips, he was bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm, though I wouldn’t let it happen yet.
Brandon had taken the cue to step between Hannah’s legs and press himself inside her pussy.
She screamed into Tom’s throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as he filled her.
It took a few moments of thrusting before his rhythm matched Tom’s forceful, aggressive thrusts, but soon, they were on the same wavelength.
Hannah was speared between the two of them, her body used for their pleasure and theirs alone.
Mine had nothing to do with it. I could tell she was enjoying this by the lustful, whimpering sounds she made behind the man’s cock.
Over and over, they took her body and made it theirs, pumping in and out of her while I pleasured myself out of their peripheral vision.
The only time I think I crossed their minds was when Hannah opened her eyes to look into mine.
She looked blissful, as if she were breathing in ecstasy and exhaling all of the stress of the day-to-day life.
“I think we should try out this new bed,” Tom said. “What do you two think?”
“Great idea.” Brandon was panting, his body shining with sweat. “After all, the bed was a special present for Jon. We should show him how it works, right?”
The two of them unclasped Hannah from the swing, allowing her a moment to stretch before they moved to the bed.
She fell back into a cloud of red sheets and decorative pillows, giggling as their hands found her body again.
She lifted her knees up, exposing herself, and her eyes locked onto mine when her hand slid down to start flicking at her hardened clit.
Brandon and Tom wasted no time in entering her again.
This time, they swapped places with Tom rubbing the head of his cock against her slick folds.
Brandon’s own tip had already found its way between her lips.
He edged forward, and inch by inch, slowly slid inside until his balls were resting against her chin where Tom’s had once been.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered harshly. “Fuck, her tongue feels so good. Jon, you lucky bastard. So nice of you to share.”
The sounds that escaped the two of them as they made my wife theirs only spurred me on.
I loved listening to their heavy panting, to their grunts and moans as they took her.
Hannah was whimpering behind Brandon’s girth.
She uttered the noise again and again, with every thrust of their pulsing cocks.
When she reached down to spread herself for him, raising her hood, he spat directly onto her clit.
I thought I would cum right then and there.
I was agonizingly close, so close to release.
When he reached down to furiously rub her clit, though, I couldn’t hang on any longer.
I spilled my seed into my hand, my voice rising in a long whimper as I cried out.
My palm filled with warm liquid, and my balls clenched in pleasure as I rode the orgasm all the way to the end.
Hannah, too, seemed to be right there with me. She was screaming behind the man’s dick, her voice garbled and feverish. She sounded much more satisfied than she ever had with just me alone, as though this had been a fantasy she’d been wanting to fulfill all along.
When Brandon and Tom pulled out to empty their balls upon her chest, I felt my mouth watering already. Their cum glinted in the purple light, shining upon her heaving chest. She gasped for breath but quirked a finger at me.
“You know what to do,” was all she said.
I did.
I got to work, leaning down to lap up their cum like a dog.
It was salty and sweet against my tongue, almost addicting in its taste.
My jaw worked endlessly as I took it all inside my mouth.
Their seed slid down my throat, pooling in my stomach.
I felt her hands in my hair, massaging my scalp as I dutifully did my job.
My eyes closed, but I kept going, feeling around with my tongue until I’d cleaned up every drop.
She reached out to wipe my chin then pressed a sloppy wet kiss upon my lips. They parted, allowing her to slip her tongue inside and taste whatever remnants of her lovers that was left. When she leaned over to whisper in my ear, a blissful chill ran down my spine.
“I hope you’re still thirsty.”
It turned out that I had never felt more parched in all of my life.