Appealing to the eyes – 5

“And whether you choose to believe this or not honey,” Maria told me. “I think seeing that is damn fucking sexy, regardless of what you think or feel at the moment. And just so you know…I appreciate more than words could ever say, that you’re doing it for me too.”

Ok, so it wasn’t that bad, and it actually felt interesting, rubbing my dick against his, especially as slick as they now were. I chuckled to myself quietly, for some reason thinking of this being like a sword fight, though his sword was indeed a bit longer than my own. At least we weren’t out to try and stab one another with them. Or so I hoped anyway.

“Ok baby…now that I’m getting close again, this is what I want…and would like you to finish me off tonight. “I want you to rub Max’s cock against my pussy, against my clit, jacking him off, making him squirt all over me. And then…after that, have him jack your prick off against Stella’s cunt.”

I was expecting even worse than that, somewhat surprised at what it was that she actually wanted to see us do, prepared to do so…if that had been her real intent. Obviously, it wasn’t. Now doing as she’d asked, I followed Max Over towards the couch as she straddled the armrest on her side, putting her at just the perfect height in order to accomplish this next task. She was wet…glistening, her furrow already frothy with her pre-girl cum cream.

“Go ahead honey, rub his dick against me, let me hear the naughty wet squishy sounds you can make while you rub his big fact fucking cock against my clit!”

There was no doubt about it, hearing her tone of voice, her use of vulgar obscene words, I knew my wife was about as aroused as she’d ever been before in her life. If this was indeed what she wanted then, wanted to feel…wanted to see, I was certainly going to accommodate her. I reached down, wrapping my hand around Max’s hard stiff prick, and began using it to masturbate her with, simultaneously, masturbating him as well.

She was already close, as evidenced in the once again glazed look in her eyes. “Make him come on me honey, make him squirt…make him juice my pussy, drench my clit!” She all but demanded now. I continued to furiously rub Max’s cock against her, and then heard as well as felt him tense up, looking down, seeing how tight his balls were. He was on the edge.

“Oh fuck…yes, here…it…comes!” He announced, and then began spraying his hot white sticky nectar all over my wife’s widespread pussy. I continued pumping him, milking it out, watching in abject fascination as I did so. Milking a cock, other than my own, and actually…enjoying it as I did.

“Whew!” Maria said a short time later after coming around again, her own very intense sweet little orgasm still caused her pussy to throb with several aftershocks of pure delight.

“You can say that again! That was fucking hot!” Stella now said jumping in. “Ok honey…now it’s my turn, get over here and rub the man’s cock against MY pussy!”

He began doing that. And it felt momentarily strange, once again realizing it was Maxactually doing this for one thing, though I took delight in the sensation of it as he continued to rub the head of my dick, back and forth, up and down, side to side across his wife’s pussy, teasing and toying with her lips and clit. Sometimes sticking it in briefly, fucking her with it, Just as I had done to him, taking a perverse delight in fucking my own wife with another man’s cock, just as Maxwas indeed, now doing to me.

It was again an interesting sensation. Watching my prick suddenly, and amazingly to me anyway…suddenly begin spurting again, Max’s expert hand milking the cum out of me onto his wife’s pussy, as she in turn climaxed with me, crying out almost the moment my sperm splashed against her clit, Maxnow aiming it, working it, and smearing it over and around as well as inside her even.

**

It had indeed been an amazing night. One that I don’t think either one of us had expected, and yet…had enjoyed it as we later on discussed. Invited to spend the night in their guest room, now tired and on the verge of complete and total exhaustion, we of course accepted the offer. I wasn’t relishing the drive back, especially as late as it now was, well after one in the morning.

“And don’t worry about the golf game,” I said as we tiredly crawled into bed together. “I wasn’t planning on…”

“Go, have fun,” she said, meaning it.

“Really? You don’t mind?”