Chapter 5 #2
And for some reason, I found myself unwilling to back down from her challenge, so as she held my hand and lay down on the bed, the three of us moved in the strangest of human daisy chains.
Sasha holding my hand, me holding Thomas’s cock, and Thomas kneeling on the bed as he descended between Sasha’s thighs and I helped him guide his cock into my wife’s glistening love box.
“Oh, fuck, baby… he feels so amazing, honey… shit, I feel so stretched,” she half winced, half sighed.
“I wish your cock was this fat baby… then maybe I wouldn’t need a boyfriend as well as a husband,” she teased, moaning quietly.
“Can you see, honey… she how he stretched my labia to breaking point… does it look sexy? Make you feel excited?”
Even though he stayed silent, Thomas seemed to be enjoying it as much as Sasha was. Pushing all the way in, fully balls deep and winking at me as I noticed Sasha’s hand marking a spot just an inch or so below her belly button.
“Can you believe it, baby! That’s how far into my tummy Thomas’s fat cock reaches every time he fucks me… right up in my tummy, stretching my pussy tube to the max… right up there trying to get into my womb…
“How about you, honey? Did you ever get that far? Manage to tickle my cervix?”
So help me God, why did my cock get harder the more Sasha talked like this? The more she teased and humiliated me about how I measured up next to her Black boyfriend.
“Does it excite you, baby… knowing Thomas is so much better in the sack than you?” she smirked as Thomas started working her in a way that soon made it difficult for her to concentrate on teasing me.
Her last words were extra meaningful. “You know, I’m glad you didn’t kiss his cock… I know you, the mental blowback and worry would’ve blinded you to seeing what’s really happening here.”
‘What’s really happening here.’ Those words made me nervous as fuck, but they also made my cock somehow harden even more as Sasha realized my hand and gave her undivided attention to the man who was now fucking her far better than I ever could.
Now they’d properly started, the way they moved together…
the way they kissed, caressed and looked longingly at each other made me long for when Sasha had been teasing me.
At least then I’d been sort of included…
now it was clear to me there was only room for two in their sexual and emotional bubble tonight.
If I’d have upped and left, I’m not sure they’d have noticed…
they’d moved beyond the part of the evening where they wanted me involved.
I thought about leaving them to it, but despite the gut-wrenching pain of feeling I didn’t belong, my emotional and sexual needs kept me close as Thomas fucked Sasha through three screaming orgasms before covering her mouth as he thrust deep and filled her pussy with his virile seed as the two of them came together.
Thomas moved to lay by Sasha’s side. Even though he was a much heavier cummer than me, the way his bubbling seed was already oozing out made me think of our own plans that Sasha would soon come off the pill so we could start a family.
I was so distracted by this thought that I was so slow to realize Sasha had grabbed my hand again and was looking straight at me.
“Would you, baby? It would be super hot if you licked out Thomas’s seed again!
“You seemed to love it last time… and I know my battered pussy could do with a little tender husbandly tongue action right now…
Fuck! Why were you doing this to me, Sasha? Why were you pushing me this far, this hard? I knew this would be her last night with Thomas for a fortnight, but was that really a reason to push things further than you’ve ever pushed things before, I asked myself.
It was a serious question I struggled with as I felt her gently but insistently pull my head closer to her ravaged pussy.
The only thing that soothed my fears was that Sasha knew I got off on the pleasure-pain part of the game…
and that maybe she was just seeing how far she could push it before she found the true limits of what I did and didn’t like.
All these deep, reflective thoughts died a death as my nose got within sniffing distance of her oozing pussy and I felt her eyes burning into my head as my mouth was now close enough to do what she wanted it to do.
At least this was something I could do as well as Thomas! That was the second thought that comforted me as my tongue and lips went to work lapping and sucking away as if somehow if I could get rid of all his white frothy juices in Sasha’s eyes it would make me just as capable a lover as Thomas.
Fucking stupid, I know! But a man playing the games I’d been playing for the last four years learns all kinds of self-delusions.
“Oh baby… yes, hun… just there, yesss, yesss… that’s the spot, just there… oh fuck, baby… you’re sooo good at this… so good, my little clean-up angel…”
More weird, perverted delusions… even her words, however double-edged they were, made me harder and made me feel prouder and happier.
I even brought her to a small orgasm. Nowhere near as big as the four huge body-shaking climaxes Thomas had given her. But even so, it made me proud.
That was the highpoint as moments, in the most loving and gentle of voices, she was asking me if I’d be okay to leave the room now.
“Sorry, Jase, honey… but it’s our last night together for ages… we really need some alone time… would that be okay?”
Definitely a rhetorical question. Short of starting World War Three, I knew I had no choice here.
Which was why I found myself acting and thinking like a true sad-sack for the next three hours.
Sitting outside the door to my own bedroom like an expectant puppy waiting for its mistress.
Waiting for a call back that never came.
During their noisy periods, listening to the loud sounds of the amazing sex Thomas was giving her through multiple sessions of their passionate love making.
Or, during their equally numerous quiet periods, straining to hear whatever secret words they were whispering to each other.
In the end, it took going downstairs and finishing off the second bottle of Vin de Constance before I was drunk and tired enough for my need to sleep to beat my lust and my unfulfilled need for inclusion.
The last thing I remember thinking before falling asleep was, in my drunken stupor, experiencing a blinding flash of fear mingling with perception. After everything I’d seen tonight, could Sasha really give up Thomas and the lifestyle we’d lived for the last four years?