Janice’s Hotwife Debut #2
The sound of his tongue hitting her wet flesh was loud and rhythmic—a wet, slapping noise that echoed off the sterile hotel walls.
Janice let out a sharp, piercing cry, her back arching off the bed as she buried her hands in Leeroy’s hair.
His tongue went clockwise and anti clockwise right around the clit. He leaned back to spit on her mature pussy and then returned to shove his tongue in and out of her creamy pussy.
"Oh god... Leeroy... yes..." she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow.
Nathan’s hand moved instinctively to his lap.
He felt the heat of his own erection through his pants.
He began to rub himself, his thumb tracing the head of his cock through the denim.
He felt like a voyeur, a ghost in the room, but the sight of another man’s face buried in his wife’s pussy was doing things to his brain that ten years of marriage never had.
He watched the way Leeroy’s dark hands gripped Janice’s ass, squeezing and kneading the pale cheeks as he ate her out with a focused, professional intensity.
Leeroy looked up for a second, his chin glistening with Janice’s cum. He caught Nathan’s eye and gave a slow, knowing nod. "She tastes like a fucking dream, Nate. Come closer. See how fucking wet she is for me."
Nathan’s heart was hammering so hard he thought it might burst.
He stayed in the chair, but he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the way Janice’s clit was engorged and red, glistening under the harsh bedside lamp.
Leeroy went back to work, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving Janice into a frenzy.
Her moans turned into guttural, animalistic sounds—noises Nathan didn't know she was capable of making.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" Janice screamed, her fingers digging into the duvet.
"Not yet," Leeroy growled, pulling back just as she reached the peak. He stood up, towering over her, and finally reached for his own fly. He wanted to edge her until tears dripped down her perfect cheeks.
Nathan held his breath. He had seen the photos, but the reality was staggering. As Leeroy pushed down his boxers, his cock sprang free—a heavy, dark, and thick slab of meat that looked impossibly large. It was easily nine inches, thick as a soda can, with heavy veins pulsing along the shaft.
Janice’s jaw dropped. She stared at it with a mixture of terror and absolute lust. Her hand reached out tentatively, her fingers tracing the velvety head.
"You want this, don't you?" Leeroy asked, his voice a low vibration. "You want to feel how a real man fucks?"
"Please," Janice whispered, her voice breaking. "Please, Leeroy. Fuck me. I'm so horny I can't stand it."
Leeroy grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over in one swift move. Now she was on all fours, her ass tilted up toward the ceiling, facing Nathan. Nathan had a front-row seat to her puckered asshole and her dripping pink pussy, which was practically begging for entry.
Leeroy spit into his palm, rubbing the lubricant over the length of his massive cock. The sound of his hand sliding over the skin was thick and wet. He positioned himself behind her, the dark head of his dick pressing against her opening.
"Watch this, Nathan," Leeroy said, his eyes locking onto Nathan’s.
With one powerful, unrelenting thrust, Leeroy buried himself inside her. Janice let out a sound that wasn't even human—a long, high-pitched wail of pure, unadulterated sensation. The sheer size of him stretched her wide, her pussy walls struggling to accommodate the invasion.
Nathan’s hand moved faster now, his breathing becoming as ragged as theirs. He watched as Leeroy began to move, his hips slamming into Janice’s ass with a rhythmic, bone-deep thud. With every thrust, Janice was pushed forward, her breasts swaying, her hair flying wild.
"You're so tight, Janice," Leeroy groaned, his face contorted in a mask of concentration. "Fucking hell, you're squeezing the life out of me."
He reached around, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so she had to look at Nathan while she was being railed. Her eyes were glazed, rolling back in her head.
"Look at your husband, Janice," Leeroy commanded. "Tell him how good this big cock feels."
"Nate... oh god, Nate..." she sobbed, her face a mess of tears and sweat. "He’s so big... he’s filling me up... he’s fucking me so hard..."
Nathan felt a surge of possessiveness, but it was drowned out by a tidal wave of arousal.
He reached for his belt, his fingers fumbling with the buckle.
He needed to be closer. He needed to see the point of impact.
He stood up from the chair, his pants pooling around his ankles as his own cock, rock hard and throbbing, finally saw the light.
He took a step toward the bed, the sound of the wet, rhythmic fucking filling his ears like a heartbeat. He wasn't just a husband anymore. He was a participant in the chaos.
Nathan stood at the edge of the bed, his knees slightly weak as he stared down at the collision of bodies.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex—a heavy, musk-laden aroma of sandalwood cologne, Janice’s floral perfume, and the raw, unmistakable smell of her arousal.
He was stroking himself now, his hand moving in a frantic, tight rhythm that matched the pace of Leeroy’s hips.
Leeroy didn’t stop his assault. He was a machine, his dark skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that made him look like a bronze statue in motion. Every time he slammed into Janice, the sound was a wet, heavy slap that echoed through Nathan’s chest.
"Come here, Nathan," Leeroy grunted, his voice strained from the effort of maintaining his rhythm. "Don't just stand there like a ghost. Touch your wife. Remind her who’s watching her get ruined."
Nathan leaned over the bed, his hand trembling as he reached out to stroke Janice’s back. Her skin was burning hot to the touch. She was trembling, her muscles coiling and releasing with every deep, agonizingly slow thrust Leeroy delivered.
"Janice," Nathan whispered, his voice cracking.
She turned her head toward him, her eyes barely focusing. Her makeup was slightly smudged, giving her a wild, hedonistic look that Nathan had never seen during their Sunday morning sessions. "Nate... look at what he's doing... he’s so deep... I can feel him hitting my womb..."
Leeroy reached down, his large hand covering Nathan’s on Janice’s back, pressing it down harder. "She’s a fucking natural, Nate. Most women take a while to open up for a cock this size, but she’s just soaking it up. She’s a hungry little slut, isn't she?"
The word "slut" should have stung, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like a match dropped into a pool of gasoline.
Nathan’s thumb brushed over Janice’s spine as he watched Leeroy’s thick, dark shaft disappear entirely into her pink, stretched pussy.
The skin around her opening was pulled taut, a deep red from the friction and the sheer volume of the intrusion.
Leeroy pulled out almost all the way, the head of his cock snagging on the lips of her pussy before he plunged back in with a terminal velocity that made Janice cry out.
"I want to see her face," Leeroy commanded.
He grabbed Janice by the waist and flipped her over onto her back, never losing his connection.
He stayed inside her during the transition, the massive cock acting as a pivot point.
Janice groaned, her legs falling wide as Leeroy settled between them, his chest heaving.
He leaned down and captured her mouth again, his tongue exploring her as deeply as his cock.
Nathan moved around to the side of the bed, his own hard-on pulsing in the cool air.
He was only inches away from them now. He could see the way Janice’s breasts were flattened against Leeroy’s chest, the way her manicured nails were buried in the muscles of the younger man’s arms.
Leeroy broke the kiss and looked at Nathan. "Kiss her, man. Taste me on her."
Nathan hesitated for a fraction of a second before leaning in.
He pressed his lips to Janice’s, and Leeroy was right—he could taste the salt and the heat of the other man.
It was a sensory overload that shattered the last of Nathan’s inhibitions.
He began to kiss her deeply, his hand reaching down to find her clit.
He found it, buried in the slick, dripping mess between her legs. She was so wet that his fingers slid effortlessly over the engorged nub. As Leeroy continued to pump into her, Nathan worked his thumb in a frantic circle, adding a different kind of friction to the mix.
"Oh god, yes... right there, Nate... both of you..." Janice sobbed into the kiss.
Leeroy’s pace intensified. He was no longer being careful. He was fucking her with a raw, primal energy, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. "You like this, don't you, Nathan? Watching this big black cock fuck the life out of your wife? Seeing her pussy stretched out for me?"
"Yes," Nathan gasped, no longer ashamed. "I love it. Fuck her, Leeroy. Fuck her harder."
Leeroy let out a guttural roar, his hands moving to Janice’s throat, not to choke her, but to hold her steady as he began a final, punishing sprint.
He was bottoming out with every stroke, his pubic bone crashing into hers.
Janice’s legs were hooked over Leeroy’s shoulders now, her pussy on full display as it took the brunt of the heavy meat.
Nathan watched as the skin of her pussy turned a deep, bruised purple from the intensity.
The juices were flying now, coating Leeroy’s thighs and the white sheets.
Nathan was close, so close to the edge. He was stroking himself so hard it was almost painful, his eyes fixed on the point of entry where the dark skin met the pale.
"I'm close," Leeroy warned, his teeth bared. "I'm gonna fill her up, Nathan. I'm gonna pour it all into her."
Janice was already peaking, her body shaking in the throes of a violent orgasm. Her internal muscles were clamping down on Leeroy’s cock, milking him. Nathan felt his own release building in his gut, a hot, heavy pressure that he couldn't hold back any longer.