Chapter 3 #2
My panties fall to my ankles and I step one foot out of them, being careful not to tangle my heels. Leaving them on the floor makes the slutty vibe hit home.
Caleb hooks his hand around one of my legs and lifts, using his other hand to guide his shaft towards my wet slit. Holy fuck, I’m not sure the last time I fucked in this position.
I slide my hands around his neck to help steady me while I moan at the feeling of him controlling me this way.
When he places the tip against my entrance, he says, “How much do you want this?”
Shit, how do I define this? I’m dazed with lust and I can only murmur, “Please.”
He pushes inside me, and his massive cock stretches me further than I’ve ever been before. I can’t believe how wide he is.
His length hits bottom and triggers a spasm of pleasure. I almost come and cry out, “Fuuuuck.”
He slides out of me and then slams back inside. As hard, rough strokes rock my body, I gasp and go completely rigid, unable to move as he hammers into me.
Caleb holds onto my hip to control my movement. “I like how you’re reacting.”
I’m breathing heavily and shaking, trying to regain my composure as I peep tiny moans with each thrust.
He pulls out and rams into me again. “I like how you squeeze my cock.”
I moan louder and grind my hips towards him. He’s hitting all the right spots, and I can’t hold back any longer. I cling to him, expecting to come at any moment.
He slides out of me and then slams back in, making me scream in pleasure.
He continues to slam into me and I tighten around him.
I’m on the brink of coming and I’m not sure whether to fight it or welcome it.
I close my eyes as the pleasure builds, layer by layer, but right before I come, he pulls out all the way and lets go of my leg.
I gain my footing and wobble, almost blissed out. My mind reels.
Wait, why did he stop?
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
I nod, barely coherent. “Yes, I am.”
“Good. I want you to bend over the table so your husband can watch me fuck you hard.”
Ohh, yes, please.
I abandon my panties and walk towards the table. I sneak a look at Joey. My heart leaps at the sight of him with his cock out, stroking and watching us. Thank god he’s enjoying this.
Once I bend over the table, I spread my legs wide apart and look over my shoulder at Caleb.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
He steps close behind me, and I grip the edges of the table to steady myself. His cock stretches me wide open again. I turn my head towards my husband and rest my cheek against the table. I want to see him enjoying the show.
When Caleb speaks to Joey, I’m surprised.
“Joey, do you want to see your slut of a wife fucked hard until she comes? Do you want me to use her body and make her scream?”
Joey doesn’t answer and I moan as Caleb slams into me, hard and deep. My eyes roll back in my head as I almost come undone.
Fuuuuuck.
He’s relentless and keeps slamming into me. Each thrust brings me closer and closer to ecstasy.
“Is your slut ready to come, Joey?”
My husband’s silent response is enough for Caleb to keep up his pace. He’s pounding into me, and I know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. I’m lost in the sensations, and I barely register Joey moving to stand beside me. His breathing is ragged and he’s stroking himself close to my face.
Oh god, I want to suck on him while I get fucked from behind, but we didn’t talk about doing that.
Caleb’s grunts become louder and faster, and I’m on the verge of coming. I’m about to explode when he pulls out.
“You said you don’t come without permission. Do you need to ask me something?”
I wiggle my ass, hoping he’ll fuck me again. When he doesn’t fill me, I realize what he wants.
“Can I come, please?”
“Hmm... Joey, does she deserve to come?”
I glare at my husband. He better say yes. He’s still stroking, and his eyes are filmed with lust.
“Yes. I want to see her come.”
Caleb twists my hair around his fist and pulls my head up. “It’s time for you to get fucked and come. Now get on the floor on your hands and knees.”
When he releases my hair, I scramble to the floor, using the table to help me down. My husband is in front of me and when I glance up, I have to look past his cock.
Wait, is he going to come all over me? I keep my eyes trained on my husband’s hand on his cock, mesmerized by his stroking.
Caleb kneels behind me, and I cry out as he drives into me with an animal fierceness. He’s tireless as he pounds against me. I’m immediately on the brink of coming again. I close my eyes briefly as the sensation of his thick cock massages every nerve ending inside me.
A rustling in front of me makes me open my eyes, and Joey kneels, aiming his cock towards my lips.
Holy fuck, yes!
I open my mouth and willingly engulf the tip. A sharp lunge from behind forces his cock further into me, and I moan from how slutty I am. Shit, this is fabulous.
Caleb’s loud grunts and the sound of skin slapping together fill the room. I swear he’s trying to split me in two. I’m so close to my orgasm I can’t bear it.
“Come for me, slut.”
His words are my undoing. I’m moaning around Joey’s cock while squeezing my inner muscles around Caleb’s thick shaft. My orgasm explodes and I scream, bucking my hips.
“Ahhh!”
Caleb doesn’t stop fucking me as Joey thrusts into my mouth. My orgasm continues as waves of bliss ripple through me. Wetness streaks down my inner thighs and I don’t care how messy it is. This is fantastic and I don’t want it to stop.
Caleb growls and his cock pulses before he erupts.
He grasps my hips and slams me hard against his cock, holding me there as his warm cum paints my cave walls.
My husband moans a split second before he fills my mouth with his seed and my mind switches off from being filled by two men at once.
I didn’t realize how awesome this would be.
Both men fuck my holes as they finish coming. As the aftershocks of my orgasm subside, Caleb pulls out of me. Joey continues to kneel in front of me while Caleb speaks.
“Did you enjoy watching me fuck your wife?”
I look up at Joey as he nods.
“Yes.”
Caleb slaps my ass, and I squeak.
“Now Miri, say thank you.”
“Thank you,” I pant.
“You’re welcome.”
Joey helps me up. I cling to him as my legs wobble. He guides me to the couch and sits me down.
Now that I’m done fucking Santa Caleb, I focus all my attention back on Joey. I need to know he enjoyed what happened, more than just getting an orgasm. A wave of vulnerability hits me. I need him to say he still loves me.
I hear water running in the kitchenette area, and I guess it must be Caleb cleaning up.
Things got messy, and this dress is shot, especially since I’m sitting on it.
We might have to hide out in here until the party is over.
Joey puts his arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him.
His scent is intoxicating and relaxes me. I love him so much.
“So, that went well,” Joey murmurs.
“Yeah...”
It went better for me than just well, so I’m not sure how to take his comment. I would have used magnificent or mind-blowing. I’m about to ask him if he really had fun when Caleb walks over to us with a grin.
“Hey, I’m going to head out. Thank you, Miri, for a wonderful time.”
I give him a dreamy smile. “Thank you too. It was nice meeting you.”
Shit, was that a lame response?
The guys exchange thanks. When Caleb opens the door to leave, the sounds from the party have died down. Some people must have gone home. He closes the door behind him, and I resume my position, leaning against Joey. He rubs my side, and I can’t help asking him how it went.
“My love, was that good for you?”
He kisses the top of my head.
“Oh yeah. Seeing someone else fucking you while you were sucking on my cock was... something else.”
I bury my head in his side and smile. If Joey is at a loss for words, that means he really did like it.
“Let’s get home and get you cleaned up. My filthy wife needs a shower.”
I can tell by the tone of his voice he’s teasing, and he helps me stand up. We retrieve my panties and Santa hat from the floor, and Joey peeks out the door before waving me over.
“Everyone seems busy with the Karaoke machine. Let’s make a run for it.”
When I get close to him, he grabs my hand and pulls me along. We’re breathless and laughing when we get to the car.