Hotwifing pt.1

Jon never joins in. He never even speaks. He always sits quietly in the corner of the room, watching. He wants to be there. He wants to see. Sometimes I see him with his cock out, but even that is a rarity. Usually he strokes it through his pants, edging the whole time. It’s as if he wants to be a fly on the wall and for us to forget he is even there.

It’s usually a hotel room, dimly lit. We never do this at our home. I would never take another man to our bed. Ryan is our regular bull. He’s tall and dirty blonde with a thick cock that bent to the right just a little. He held me in his arms, kissing me passionately as he groped my fleshy ass. I had worn a dress but no panties or bra. My hands had unbuttoned his shirt and I roamed that hairy chest.

I guess Ryan was hard enough and decided to dispense with any more romance. I was pushed forcibly to my knees and grabbed by the hair as he unbuckled his pants. I reached up to help, but he pulled his eight inch cock out into my view. He still held my head and now with dick in hand, he rubbed it over my face, slid it across my eyes, down my nose and over my lips. I opened up wide to lick it and tasted the head. I looked up and saw his smile as I began to worship his bent cock. Kissing its engorged head and then licking down the underside, maintaining eye contact before coming back up it and taking it fully into my mouth.

I could see Jon just past Ryan’s right thigh. I locked eyes with him now as I engulfed that fat dick, letting my face slide closer to that thick thatched groin. I reached up around his muscled ass, as my other hand held the base. I took it down to that point. The head just nudged at my throat. I worked it back and forth between my red glossed lips. Ryan wasn’t fully hard, but he was sooo getting there, the curve in his dick more pronounced. My blonde bull bent over and tugged my dress over my head, leaving me naked and squatting in front of him. He pushed me back on his rod and then reached down to my hanging tit, palming the flesh and then squeezing.

Yes, I’m older so they do hang, and after 3 kids they fill a D cup, easy, but my bulls seem to love those titties. Love to suck and torment them too. I don’t mind it at the right time. Ryan motioned me up and groped my thick body again before turning me around and bending me over the bed. His cock was like steel, but he bent down to give my slot a lick. From bottom to top he runs his tongue up my grove, slobbering over my lips and wetting my puffy slit. I ducked my head under my shoulder and saw my husband still watching. His eyes aren’t on mine, but on my pussy, all wet and ready to be speared.

I could feel the head. He smeared it up and down where his mouth had just been, slick with my spit and now some of his, Ryan nudged at my door, pressing his thick knob into my vulva. I stopped looking at Jon and put my face into the mattress, gripping the sheets as Ryan sank into my hot pussy. My thighs  mashed to the side of the bed as he put his weight into me, pinning me there as he got in every inch. I moaned aloud but was muffled by the bedding. That cock filled me full, pushed deep into my sexual core. I wiggled my ass just a little to let him know it was welcome.

Ryan started pumping slowly, pulling that rod in and out my pussy lips, dragging them along. He sank it to the hilt every time. Gripping just at my hips he plowed in earnest, driving into my hole. Making me grunt as he rammed me to the bed, a steady pace meant for his pleasure, but unlike Jon, Ryan could keep this up. Moving full strokes in and out with a good rhythm. Jon would cum before I even got close. But this was my Bull, stroking my puss and getting every nerve lit. I twisted hard left to see my hubby rubbing along his pants. When he finally looked at me instead of the fucking, I moaned out loud with half closed eyes. Jon had to stop or I knew he would have cum.

I was moaning and grunting out loud as I tried to push my ass back. It was getting good and that cock was hitting that spot. I got my ass slapped and then Ryan’s strong hands just rolled me over. I looked up at him as he pushed my knees to each side of my tits and sank right back into my drenched pussy. His hands on either side, holding me down as he bucked. I had a clear view of Jon who was fidgeting so bad in the chair. I knew he wanted to cum, but he wanted to hold it too. His left hand going up and down his thigh instead of over his hard dick.

The room was filled with the sound of bodies slapping, as I got ridden hard. The bed giving way and then shoving me back up again on Ryan’s up stroke. My breath was short and my song was whimpers as my climax was coming oh so near. Ryan wouldn’t stop, even if he came he would give me the “O”. Bulls have egos and won’t let you down. I threw my head back…

“OH MY GOD!” and my pussy flooded. Ryan’s cock was plunging into pure liquid now. Even as my walls gripped him, I was soaked and his dick seemed to go faster with all the lube. He dropped down as if to cover me, but then he arched his back with his own roar. He was cumming into my married pussy. His dick slammed in one last time and he dumped a load deep inside me. I could feel it jet into my back wall as I wailed out my own cumming, my thighs shaking like a leaf and my hips jerking upward. My walls milking him all on their own. 

Slowly he got off of me, juice trailing like a bridge between our sexes. Ryan walked away into the bathroom. Up on my elbows I looked at Jon, his pants tented higher than I had ever seen. I crooked my finger in a “Come here” gesture. “Come take it back.” I said with a grin. Jon rushed up from his chair. Dropped his pants as he got to me and sported out a dick pointing straight for the wall. It wasn’t as big as Ryan’s but it was red and hard and near bursting. I couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm as he climbed up the bed as I scooted further back. He kissed my belly and up to my tits, covering me with passion and showing me his hunger. With his pants still around his ankles, Jon shoved that dick into me, deep and hard he plunged into my wetness.

I cooed and smiled up at him as he refilled my emptiness. My legs lazily locked behind his, to try and slow down his pace.

Jon and I stared at each other as he stirred around another man’s cum inside me. He was on his elbows but his hands gripped my matronly tits. I could feel his hips buck between my legs. I heard the wet squelch sound as he pushed some of Ryan’s cum from my pussy.

“I can’t hold it!” He sounded apologetic, but I was surprised he lasted this long.

“Cum, baby. Cum.” I whispered permission and released my legs from around him.

He bucked hard and started ejaculating immediately. His cock twitched like mad inside me. Still fucking he pumped a load built up since the evening started. Edging and stopping, edging and stopping. Jon filled me until the juices flowed down my ass crack and onto the bed. To my shock and pleasant surprise my hubby wasn’t done. He was still hard, still sturdy enough to keep fucking his wife’s pussy. I opened wide and wrapped my arms lazily around his neck and let him ride me, a wide smile on my face as he kept moving back and forth on my body. That cock still hard slipping in and out of me. Eventually he rolled us to our sides and I cocked my leg up for him and it became more of a cuddle than a fuck as we entwined ourselves around each other. Jon was still going at it when Ryan came out showered and ready to leave.

“Well, look at you two.” He gave a small smile. “It was great. Give me a call.” And he turned and left our hotel room. Leaving us slowly rutting and kissing and petting. I kissed Jon’s nose as I felt him slow.

“I think I’m numb.” He asked more than stated.

I gripped him tight with that leg hooked over him. “Then stop, baby.” settling in closer as he lay still. Our sweaty bodies stuck together. “I love you.”  I felt reclaimed by the man I love, as we drifted off to sleep.