36 - He Knows His Place, Part Five
MFM / Hotwife / Interracial / Voyeurism / Dom/sub / Humiliation / Cuckold Cleanup
Jonathan’s mind went from racing to wondering and then blanked while watching what he thought were the last moments between Lillian and her bull.
He wanted to at least touch himself, but Marc said he wasn’t allowed.
Jon wanted to be obedient and good. He couldn’t even touch, caress, and make Lillian feel good.
No, that would be bad of him. Not even her husband, Ron, was allowed to do so.
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Marc was now very roughly thrusting in and out of her. She was on her knees with her back up against his chest, and his hand lightly gripping her neck. Not enough to choke her, but enough to make her lose a little bit of blood to the brain.
She had figured out that she was into choking when she and Ron had first started experimenting.
She wanted him to choke her until she passed out, but she understood that most people probably wouldn’t be okay with going that far.
Marc loved choking her, but Ron didn’t; he ended up being too scared to do it.
She really got off on going very far with it.
Marc enjoyed dominating her, but Ron was submissive.
Ron and Jonathan watched as Lillian’s body—mainly her tits—bounced up and down each time her bull thrust into her. He was going hard and deep. Surprisingly, because of how small she was in comparison to Marc, she took in his entire length and girth.
She took back some control by lifting her hips up without letting his cock slip out of her.
She slid back down slowly, reintroducing his length and girth deep inside her.
She liked going fast, then stopping and going slow again.
It was easy to lose oneself in a situation, and it was good to bring it back down to earth again to have both parties appreciate the wetness and the bigness of it all.
Every time she did this, men would always try to take control back tenfold. That was exactly what she wanted; to prove himself. She wanted him to fuck her so hard she’d never want to try to take control again.
Yet, she knew she would always try take control. No matter how much she loved being dominant and strong, she couldn’t deny that there was no thrill better than making a man go into a frenzy of lust for her body. Then, he’d do whatever he wanted with her.
She wanted to do things to provoke a reaction; something tangible that showed what she did mattered and that what she did and said could drive a man’s cock to erection. It wasn’t always by being naked. Even without touching a man’s cock, she could make him hard.
She could bend over at the right time. She would reach up for something in a certain moment. Or she would often just look at someone in that way, and their rapt attention would be hers alone…easily. It was her favorite past time. She always got exactly what she wanted.
Marc gripped her hips with both of his strong hands and lifted her up and down his cock with a force that sent a pleasurable smile spreading across her face.
Then without any warning, she moaned when his huge cock dragged across her clit with each thrust and started bringing her to orgasm; one after the other after the other.
Marcus knew exactly how to make her tick; the right moment for when and where to touch her.
He had learned every single bump and curve and crevice of her body.
He lived by the philosophy—‘make her feel good, and you’ll feel even better. ’
“Oh my God, yes! I’m gonna cum,” Lillian moaned.
Ron and Jonathan were in awe, as Marc held her close to him with his forearm around her waist and his other hand bringing her to orgasm while his huge cock thrust in and out of her.
His strong arms were just about as thick as her thighs.
Jonathan stared down at his own arms then back up at Marc’s.
Jonathan’s arms were so small and puny compared to Marc’s.
He was so jealous. He wished that he could be him, fucking Lillian and making her scream, in that moment.
“We can’t join at all? Like…at all? Wouldn’t it be fun if we could just join in on it?” Jonathan whispered to Ron.
“You know you aren’t allowed to, Jon. We discussed this. Now keep your mouth shut before Marc hears you. I forgot to mention, if you step out of line, Marc will punish you,” Ron whispered back.
“How would he punish me? Punch me?” Jon quietly scuffed.
“Oh, no. Not even that,” Ron whispered, “More like you won't be allowed to even touch yourself for weeks. I’ll tell you about that another time, though. Just enjoy the show. How are you feeling so far?”
“This is fuckin’ amazing. It’s literally live action porn, dude,” Jonathan admitted.
Ron went quiet and continued watching the show. He had known that Jonathan would enjoy this. They’d been friends for so long, it would be impossible for Ron not to pick up on the signs. There had been a few situations here and there which had made him think so.
“Remember when they kissed?” Ron whispered to Jonathan.
One night long ago, when everyone had been drinking and all their relationships were fairly new, Lillian had come up with the idea of kissing Mia who went along with it.
Her excuse had been that she was drunk and horny.
The men had been outside, beers in hand.
Lillian and Mia had walked outside while holding hands.
Ron had made some kind of remark like, “Whoa, you two are getting very flirty over there, hmm?”
Lily had smirked before pushing Mia up against a wall. Lillian’s fingers had threaded through Mia’s hair as she started slowly kissing her. At first, Mia hadn’t kissed her back because she was so shocked.
She had stood there frozen for a second.
But when she got into it, she really got into it.
Mia had pulled Lily even closer, their legs entangling together while rubbing their upper thighs up against each other’s clothed pussies.
They moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths and, when they realized their men were enjoyed what they were doing, their kissing had deepened.
Ron smiled thinking about how hard he had fucked Lillian that night after they went home.
In any case, there had been a certain glint in Jonathan’s eye while he had watched Mia flip Lillian around and take control.
He had found her dominance and aggression attractive.
Their wives hadn’t done anything like that again since then, though.
Mia was too shy to even talk about it again, probably out of shame that she had been sexual with someone else outside of her marriage.
She needed to break those boundaries, though.
She had enjoyed it very much. Based on how Mia looked at Lily every time they had seen each other after that, he knew she wanted to do it again.
Jonathan and Ron were snapped from their memories when Lillian began shouting.
“OH, God…yes! Cum inside me, big man, yeah,” Lillian shrieked.
“You want to me to ravish you, huh? You want me to pump my cum inside of you?” Marc whispered but loud enough for both men in the corner of the room to hear.
“Oh yes! I want you to impregnate me—yeah, I wanna have your baby,” Lillian moaned.
Just as those words left her mouth, Marc unloaded himself inside of her. Mia’s head bent backwards to kiss him as he filled her. Marc thrust three long and hard times while grunting into her mouth every time.
Ron and Jonathan’s jaws both hung open over what she had just said.
They simultaneously contemplated how her getting pregnant by Marc was both terrifying and arousing.
Impregnated by a black man? That would give their little secret—their very well-protected—little secret away.
Everyone would know that she had been knocked up by a man she was not married to.
Ron felt his cock get uncomfortably hard in his pants.
All he wanted to do, in that moment, was bend his wife over and fuck her until he could, too, orgasm inside of her.
Lillian collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily and struggled to flip herself onto her back. Marc joined her.
“Jesus Christ…that was…intense,” Lillian said through heavy breaths.
“Agreed, I think we both tried to put on a big show since we have an extra, new cuck to watch us fuck,” Marc said.
He rested his elbow on the bed and propped his head up on his palm.
He used his free hand and ran his fingertips up and down her warm, flushed thighs mindlessly.
His cock began to shrink slowly. Lillian’s eyes were locked on it.
She loved his chocolate cock. It fit so perfectly inside of her.
Marc kissed her on the forehead and got up with his bundle of clothes in hand to go clean himself in the provided bathroom.
Marc didn’t stay long after having sex with Lillian.
He understood his role in Lillian and Ron’s dynamic.
He never stayed long afterward because that would be pushing the boundaries of his role.
He was there for sexual relations, not romantic relations.
Ron and Lillian got married to be there romantically and sexually for each other along with everything marriage offered.
Ron got up, gathered Lillian’s clothes from the floor for her, and handed them to her.
She quickly readjusted her underwear to cover her entrance, thus trap the semen that would leak out of her.
Ron thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of shoving his cock inside of her when she was lubricated by another man’s secretions.
Why buy lube when you could use someone else’s cum?
Lillian dressed herself and got herself neat again.
Ron stood and announced that he had to take Marc home, then left. Jonathan sat quietly on the single couch. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he just sipped on one of the small bottles of liquor which Lillian had given him.
Lillian cleared her throat and made eye contact with Jonathan before doing a come hither motion.