Chapter 20 - Sunshine #2
“Yes, we took a trip to Italy for the marble throughout the house. It was divine,” I rasp out as James gives me a sinister grin.
Henry interrupts our conversation by redirecting the room. “I’ve just had my billiard table re-felted. Why don’t we show them your tricks, darling?”
Everyone pulls out of me and steps away, leaving a path for me to walk to Henry.
I feel deliciously debauched already with my breasts free and red from all of James’s attention, and my thighs slick with wetness.
Henry is shirtless, lean and muscular and mine.
He commands the room, his lips red and cheeks flushed.
He must be enjoying catching up with his friends as much as I am.
When I reach him, he gives me a chaste kiss before turning me and ripping my dress down the back seam. It pools at my feet, leaving me naked except for my wedding rings, diamond necklace, and heels.
“Jackson, why don’t you play my wife? She’s quite good, but you’re the best in the room, I believe.”
On Henry’s command, Jackson steps forward, still dressed and without a hair out of place.
He’s huge, the tallest man in the room, and with eyes so dark they’re almost black.
His black beard is closely cut but thick, and he simply grunts as he grabs a cue.
Henry passes me my own preferred stick, and we begin to play.
Immediately, I’m surrounded again by hands.
Trailing down my sides and thighs, entering me in both of my holes, reaching below me to fondle my breasts as I bend over and take my shots.
Jackson is good, and he wins our first round convincingly.
Henry claps him on the shoulder in congratulations. “Well done, my friend. You’ll go second. Darling, why don’t you show them a trick shot?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say sweetly, and set up the balls for one of my favorites. As I bend over to line up my shot, Henry interrupts me.
“I’m not sure everyone can see, Blanche.”
Pretense abandoned, I push up onto the table with both knees on the edge and spread them wide, my inner thighs almost horizontal, before lowering onto my elbows.
“Is this better, Sir?”
He approaches, giving me two hard smacks. “You know it is. Don’t ask stupid questions. Now gentlemen, you can clearly see my wife’s best features.”
I feel my cheeks flame as everyone laughs at the degradation, but I know there will be fresh wetness joining my already messy center.
“Sir, may I please have something in my pussy?” I beg, making eye contact with one of the men standing on the other side of the pool table. I stick my tongue out flat, as if inviting him into my mouth, and his jaw clenches, as does his hand around his scotch glass.
“Of course you can, darling. I did promise them a trick shot, after all,” he coos, and I feel something thin and useless tracing my entrance.
“You see, friends, my wife is a slut. You have no idea how hard it is to keep her full as much as she needs. Her little holes ache when they aren’t filled. Sometimes we have to get creative.”
He pushes the pool stick into me, and although it’s too skinny to make me come, I rock back and forth on it, desperate for anything. “There you go. Is that all better?”
“No, Sir…it’s too small…please!” I’m going to combust, the effect of all the groping and teasing finally threatening to come to a head.
I feel something slightly larger enter me, and I realize it’s the other end of the stick.
Better, but not enough. I whine, and I’m immediately rewarded with a second stick alongside the first, then a third, and I shatter, screaming my release and knowing that I’ve soaked the velvet of the table.
“There she is, my gorgeous whore of a wife. Isn’t she resplendent when she comes, gentlemen?”
Murmurs of agreement come from all corners of the room, and I open my tear-filled eyes to see James wink at me.
“Now that she’s warmed up, let’s move on to why you’re all here.”
I’m pulled into Henry’s arms from the table, and I realize he’s now completely naked. I nestle into his chest as he walks us across the room to an armless leather chair. He sits down and arranges my back to his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple and whispering into my ear.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up and then you’re going to make sure all our guests are satisfied, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl. Now, up. Put your feet on my thighs and ride me.”
I do as he says, the stretch from the pool cues and wetness that’s been building all evening lessening the pain that always accompanies his entry. I slide slowly down until my ass meets his thighs, then begin a steady pace as he helps move me with a tight grip on my waist.
“Look at them, darling. Look at all my friends and business partners watching you ride your husband so well.”
Every eye in the room is on me, with some men still dressed, some palming themselves through their trousers, and some naked and stroking their cocks, or someone else’s. Nobody is unaffected, and it’s a heady feeling to know that I’m the one who riled them up. They all want me.
Suddenly, Henry thrusts up into me, hard, and stills deep inside.
I feel him pulsing, filling me with his cum and moaning low into my ear.
Hooking his arms under my thighs, he pulls me up and slips out, his cum pooling at my entrance, then dripping out.
A few groans escape from the group of men, and everyone’s attention snaps to my messy center.
One man licks his lips, as if he wants nothing more than to drop to his knees and lick Henry out of me.
“Alright, gentlemen, we promised you hospitality, and here it is. We’ll start with individual turns and then see where the night takes us. If you have a preference to join someone else, well. As you just saw, she’s used to a good stretch. She can take it.”
I shudder as he smiles proudly down at me and leans to whisper in my ear.
“You good?”
“Yes.” I nod enthusiastically, so deep in the scene that I feel like I’m having a blissful out-of-body experience.
A blindfold is handed to Henry and placed around my eyes, and I’m spread even wider, his long arms holding me open for the men.
“As a special treat, you’re all the first to know that we’re expecting a baby.”
A chorus of congratulations sounds throughout the room.
“Which means, friends, you’re all welcome to fuck her raw and come inside my wife as much as you’d like. Especially if you plan to stuff her completely full, we’ll need the lube.”
I gasp as the room laughs, and Henry calls for Jackson since he won our match.
I can’t see anything, but the room is quiet as he steps forward, and I feel the head of a sheathed cock toying with my entrance. His pants rub against my thighs, and it seems he’s still completely clothed, just like earlier. Why is it so hot that he only pulled his pants down to fuck me?
Henry’s mouth is hot at my ear as he holds me open. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want Jackson to fill you up? Mix all his cum inside you with mine and make a mess of you?”
I whine as Jackson slides in an inch, then stops as he waits for my answer, which I give immediately.
“Yes, please, Sir. Please let them fuck me.” My answer becomes a scream as Jackson slides inside in a long, brutal thrust. Not as thick but long. He starts chasing his own pleasure as Henry’s fingers find my clit. My thighs shake as the stimulation becomes too much, and I scream my release.
“Mmm, that’s my girl. Tell him thank you for fucking you so good, darling.”
“Thank you for fucking me so good, Jackson,” I whine, and he muffles a curse, stilling deep with a groan. I can feel him pulsing, but he fills the condom instead, and I find myself wishing he had actually come inside me. Good thing we set all our rules ahead of time.
“Next!” Henry says, and immediately, there’s another cock in me and a hand on my clit.
It’s too much, and I try to squirm away, but Henry moves both hands to my throat to hold me in place.
My legs are still being held back, though, so two other guys must have stepped forward so that Henry could keep me still.
“Nope, don’t even try it. You’re not going anywhere. If you can think about trying to get away, we’re not doing enough. Boys!”
I’m swarmed, with Henry’s hands holding my throat, but everyone else rotating as best as I can tell. My breasts are pinched and slapped, my legs are caressed and squeezed, and every time I feel a man grunt and still, pulsing inside me, he’s immediately replaced.
I stop fighting and relax back into Henry’s chest, focusing on all the different points of pleasure across my body.
“Yes, baby, just relax. You were made for this. I know you can take it. My perfect little whore, servicing all my friends. What a good girl you are.”
He keeps cooing sweet nothings in my ear, and I let myself fully go, riding the gentle waves of my pleasure out into the deep.