Wesson/Steve, pushed down on Cindy’s shoulders, forcing her down to her knees. She heard the sound of a zipper. It almost sounded like two zippers. ‘Must have been the effects of the long hallway,’ she thought. In fact, Cole was removing his clothes, all the way, compared to Steve just dropping his jeans. A hard cock was pressed to Cindy’s face. She could smell the manly musk from the shaft. It was different from her husbands, yet still drew arousal from her flesh. The rod was warm to her face. Wesson ran it back and forth her cheek, even dipping it through her soft hair. Cindy held her mouth wide open, expectantly awaiting its taste. It’s size surprised her. Her lips had to stretch wider to take the head inside.
“Oh, yes, Cindy, I have been longing for those lips. Suck me just like you described,” Wesson instructed.
The shaft drew away. Cindy opened her mouth again, moving her head to search for the alluding shaft. She soon captured it again. Funny thing was, it seemed even thicker, and larger than before. Even the scent had changed. Cindy thought nothing of it. Her husband appreciated her oral skills. He often praised her talented lips. She wanted to empress her new lover. Her mouth stretched wider, taking the tip in, while rolling her tongue over the swollen cap. Salty pre-cum filled her mouth. She moaned, humming across the shaft. Weston moaned.
What Cindy was unaware of, was that the moan came not from Weston, but the black man; Cole. Weston had taken his phone, snapping images of Cindy’s pink lips, stretched around the ebony shaft of his dark friend Her head bobbed up and down, spit clinging from her lips, the dark shaft slipping in and out. He even made a short video. Watching, and getting harder and harder, Wesson stripped from his clothes.
The shaft in Cindy’s mouth grew more insistent. Rough fingers dug into her scalp, pushing her head back toward the wall. The rod went deeper. Cindy choked. Panicking, she moved to push the man back. Only to find her hands were still cuffed from behind. “Mphh!” she sputtered, trying to inform Wesson to let her breathe.
“Oh, no. Take it deep, Girl,” Wesson said.
The words seemed to come from farther back, but mostly Cindy could only hear her beating heart and wet lips. Her head was pressed against the hard wall. She was no longer working the cock; It was working her. Brutally, it fucked her face, painfully slapping the back of her head to the wall. It hurt. Tears fell from her eyes, wetting the blindfold to trail down her cheeks. Again and again, she tried to protest, but what only came out were muffled, choking, gags.
“That is so fucking hot. You never told me how much you loved black cocks,” Wesson remarked.
‘What?’ Cindy thought, ’What did he say?" Suddenly, the blindfold was stripped from her eyes. She was staring at dark skin; black skin, and black curly hairs. Her eyes looked up, following the bare, dark chest, to the lusting eyes of a strange man; A black man. Her own eyes were wide in shock, confusion, and horror. Cindy tried to complain, to scream out in anger, but the black shaft kept pressing, stroking, slamming her head into the wall behind her, as it fucked her face.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” the man groaned.
“No! Mphh, No!” Cindy chocked out around the cock. Too late, she felt the rod swell and twitch. Warm, thick cum shot out, straight down her gullet. She gagged on the rush of liquid running down her sore throat. The man’s course hair scrapped her nose, leaving his scent across her face.
Wesson knelt naked beside Cindy. He ran his fingers through her hair, moving some strands away to watch the dark shaft unload down her throat. “Swallow,' he said, ’I knew you would make such a good whore.”
At last, the black shaft pulled from her lips. Cum followed the cock out, running down the shaft, rolling our her mouth, trailing down her chin, to drip over her heaving bare breasts. Cindy coughed. More cum bubbled from her mouth. “You..Ugh..you Bastard. Who? What the fuck? Get out! Get out, You Bastards!” Cindy cried. She was still trapped between the men, unable to rise from her sore knees.
Weston showed her photos from his phone, running his finger across the screen to swipe from one photo to the next. Then he showed her the short video. Cindy stared at the screen in anger and apprehension.
“You Bastard, Why did you do that? I thought we were friends. We were going to make love. I was going to let you have me,” Cindy questioned.
“Cindy, Cindy, Cindy17. We’re still going to make love; Well, fuck really, but I share everything with my friend, ‘Cole’. You don’t want us to leave. You really don’t want me to send these photos; Photos of you willing sucking a black man’s cock, in your own home, to Chip. I have a few other videos from my computer at home. You are being quite the cheating slut on them, as well. What do you think your husband would say? What on earth would your school board do?”
“What? You can’t! You wouldn’t? That’s…that’s blackmail,” Cindy shouted.
“Well, apparently, you have a thing for the black male,” Weston grinned.
“You Asshole, you know what I mean,” she spat.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re going to get more, and more of me. I know how long Chip will be gone, and we’re not going anywhere; Are we, Cindy? You don’t want me to leave out that door with these photos?”
“No,' Cindy sobbed, hanging her head, ’Please stay, but promise to delete those pictures and anything else I’ve sent you, and send him away. It can be just us.”
“No, Cindy. I make the rules from now on; You just obey. We can get pretty rough, if you choose to be the Bitch.”
Cindy looked from Wesson to the black man and back. She really had no choice. Reluctantly, she nodded her head.
“Good,” Wesson said. the two men helped her to stand. She weakly stood on shaky legs. “I’m gonna remove these cuffs for now, Cindy. We are going to follow you to the living room. You told me you liked to dance. We’re going to see how good you are.”
“My clothes?” Cindy questioned.
“You really don’t think you need them? Besides, the dress is ruined. You have the panties. That will suffice for now.”
They made her walk ahead of them, so their eyes could follow that nice round rear. It jiggled enticingly with her feet in heels. Cindy was stood in the center of the living room, after the coffee table was shoved away. Steve found a music channel on the TV, while Cole closed any open blinds. After finding a bottle of Chip’s better bourbon, and two crystal glasses, both men took a seat. Cole propped his black feet up on the couch, while Steve took Chip’s favorite recliner. The TV played a seductive, rhythm and blues number.
“Dance for us, Cindy. Make it good,” Steve ordered.
Cindy was humiliated and furious. She stared at the men, shooting daggers from he eyes. Yet, she tossed her hair back, and began to move. Cindy tried to forget, push the situation to the back of her mind, close her eyes and focus on the music. After she closed her eyes, she realized it was somewhat, arousing, showing off her body to total strangers. At her age, still able to entice them with her looks as a boost of confidence. She swayed, rocking her hips, rolling her ass, and thrusting out her bare, naked, tits. The men clapped, telling her what to move or shake like it was some strip show.
“Come on, Cindy, rub your nipples with your fingers. Make them hard for us. Yea, like that,” Steve instructed. Gently Cindy pinched the tips, feeling them swell between her fingers. “Now, Come here. No. not like that…Crawl on your hands and knees.” Steve lowered his feet in the recliner, spreading his legs to stroke his hard dick. “Wriggle that ass as you crawl. Yea, that’s it.”
It seemed to take forever. Cindy’s face was red with humiliation, but her humiliation was far from over. She reached Steve’s feet, staring up at him with anger.
“Don’t look at me like that, You Slut. It’s what your made for. Now lean up here. Place those sweet tits on my knees.”
Cindy followed his order, and she was rewarded by a hard shaft, slapped deep within her cleavage. Her heart necklace hung loosely, the pendant tangled in his crotch hair.
“Push them together, Cindy. Move them up and down. Fuck me with those tits, Girl. No, don’t stop. Look up, keep those green eyes on mine. ” Steve groaned, watching his the cap of his rod peaking out from the top of her warm, round, orbs. “Now you may look down. Take your tongue and lick the head. Taste my cock on the upstroke.” Steve moaned, and looked across at Cole. “See, I told you she would be good. Better tits than the last one.”
‘Last one?’ Cindy heard, ‘My God, there had been other women?’ she thought.
Cole’s cock rose thinking of the last one. He remembered seeing his reflection in the librarian-like, glasses of the last one. Her reluctant lips had been locked tightly around his hard, black, cock. Her round ass had shook, jiggling, as Steve pumped his thick cock into her tight, virgin ass. He remembered her squeals, as he pinched the stiff nipples of her tiny tits. After shooting in her hot mouth, he had pulled out, and coated her rimmed glasses with a load of jizz. ’Ahh, Yes," he recalled. He looked over again at this new one, ‘Cindy’. She did have better tits, and a full ass worth fucking. Bent over, the black panties stretched tightly over her cheeks.
“Let’s take her to their bedroom, Steve. We can fuck her in their own bed. Cum all over their precious, bedroom sheets,” Cole said.
Steve pulled her up, stood, and smacked her ass with his palm. “Let’s go, Woman. You lead the way.”
“No, please, no,” Cindy protested.
“Just go, Slut, or I open those drapes and let all the neighbors see you fucked.”
Cindy knew he meant it. She turned, the men following her. Cindy could feel their eyes on her naked back. She knew they both would fuck her, and on her own bed. Even with Weston at first, she meant to only use the living room, or maybe the guest room; Never her marriage bed. She could not do that to Chip. It had was just too personal. Entering her bedroom, she turned: “Weston, please, can’t we just go in the guest room?”
He new where she was coming from, and pushed her towards the bed. On the far side was an 8×10 wedding, photo of Cindy and Chip. “Get up there, Bitch. Hands and knees. Face that photo. Show me that phat ass,” Steve ordered.
Cindy felt terrible. She stared at her husband in the photo. Tears ran down her face. It was all her fault for trying to cheat on Chip. To her right, Cindy could see her own reflection in the dresser mirror. Her knees were sunk into the mattress, large white tits hanging loose below. The black panties stretched across her full ass.
“Spread those thighs, Cindy. Arch your back,” Steve instructed, snapping more photos with his phone. “Reach back. Put your hands inside. Rub that pussy, like you did on the video.”
Cindy was humiliated. and still wet from earlier. Her own fingers hardened her clit.
“You keep those finger right there, working. Don’t you take them away until I say,” Steve said. He came over, loudly slapping a cheek of her ass. His fingers kneaded the thick skin. Surprising her, he bent down, burrowing his face in the black panties. Steve inhaled the aroma of her musty ass.
Cindy held back a moan. The mattress shifted. The Cole asked.
“Too good,” Steve answered, his voice muffled by her ass. He grasped her waistband, and drew the panties down her thighs. The wife’s anus and cunt was spread before him. Her outer lips were descended and thick. The hole was open, two of Cindy’s fingers buried knuckle deep. It’s aroma made Steve’s cock throb. He pulled Cindy’s fingers out, licking them clean before tasting her damp flesh. This time, Cindy could not stifle the moan. Steve continued eating her pussy and licking her asshole, till his face was soaked with her juice. He loved being able to breathe in her scent.
Cindy tried not to enjoy it, but she found herself backing up, as the wet tongue snaked inside her holes. She watched the black man, as he sat on the bed, stroking his growing black cock. The shaft grew wider and thicker with each stroke of his hand. Still wet from her spit and his cum, the rod glistened before her eyes. Cindy was not one to be racist, but the thought of fucking a black man had never crossed her mind. She did not particularly like his smell. It was more musky than her husband, Chip. What would her husband say if he knew she had sucked off a black man; Much less let one fuck her, and swallow his cum. Another thought crossed her mind: What if one of them came inside her? Chip had been cut. There was a possibility she could still get pregnant. It was not unheard of at her age. She tried to remember when her last period had been. Cindy tried to put that fear to the back of her mind. Perhaps they had brought condoms, at least.
“Back up. Scoot back to me, Baby,” Steve instructed, pulling at her hips. The black panties were still tangled at her knees.
“Please, don’t do this. I can suck you both off again, if you wish,” Cindy pleaded.
“Nothing is going to keep me from your sweet, married, pussy, Cindy.” Steve pressed down on her shoulders. “Come on, arch your back, Whore,” he said.
“Wait! Wait!” Cindy cried. She felt the naked of his shaft nudge her lower lips apart. “Please. At lease wear protection. Don’t… Don’t you have a condom?”
“Condom? You saying you’re not on the pill or something? You practically begged me to come over and fuck your married pussy, and you did not think of that?” Steve questioned.
“I…I thought you being the man…I thought you would…” Cindy stuttered.
"Well, it’s your lucky day. I have been cut as well. My wife insisted,' Steve laughed.
“Wife? You never mentioned a wife?” Cindy shot back.
“Now would you have so easily invited me over if I had told you that? Same reason I left Cole here out of my story. You’re such a dumb blonde,” Steve chucked. “I will give you something to look forward to though, Cindy17: My buddy Cole here is not cut, and he sort of has a thing for knocking up, white, married sluts. Think about that, would you?”
Cindy stared over at Cole. He smiled wide, showing her a mouthful of white teeth. Fear tingled through her flesh. As she contemplated those words, Steve pushed his cock inside. “Aghh!' she groaned aloud, ’Too…Too big…Ease up.”
“Fuck no,” he replied. He pulled back, then slammed in deeper.
Cindy fell forward, fists clenching the covers. Steve jerked her head back by the hair.
“Oh, no. Head up, Cindy. Keep looking at your husband in the photo. How about we call him? Tell him how your on all fours, on your marriage bed, taking a hard cock up your married pussy. Tell him how wet you are.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Cindy shot back.
“Would I? You just keep thinking that, Cindy,” Steve replied.
Cole was ready for more. Sure fondling those nice tits were great and all, but his cock was throbbing hard. He lie down on the bed, scooting under Cindy’s head, positioning his hard shaft. Cole reached up and pulled her face to his cock. “Enough talk, Cunt. Get those lips on my cock,” he ordered.
“No, more…Ugh.” Her words were cut off by the flesh filling her lips.
“Just you shut up and suck, like a good whore, and if I feel any teeth, I’ll bust you up,” Cole threatened.
Cindy had no doubt Cole would do that. Reluctantly, her hot mouth went right to work. She tried to be easy and smooth, but each thrust of Steve’s cock, sent Cole’s black shaft farther down her throat. It hurt. She was still sore from her last throat fuck of BBC.
Steve took Cindy’s hips, driving her back to his rod. At times it would slip all the way out. He just re-aimed for the wide open hole and drove back in. Before long, the farting of her used wet cunt added to the loud, slap of flesh. “I thought you’d be tighter. Guess my big cock is opening you up,” he laughed, savoring her humiliation.
Finally, Cindy felt Steve yank her hips back. He howled. The shaft, buried deeply within Cindy’s cunt pulsed. moments later she felt the warm rush of cum filling her insides. She could only groan over the black cock stuffed in her mouth. The black man looked up, nodding at his friend.
“So you done, Bud? Is it my time?”
“Sure thing, Partner, fill her on up,” Steve said.
It hurt as the cock pulled from her sex. Cindy could feel the cum dripping from her open hole, making a slimy trail down her inner thigh, to be the first cum to stain the sheets.
Cole rose and pushed Cindy to her side. “No, Bitch, I want you to see my face when I mount you, Slut,” he sneered.
“No, no,please. I’ve had enough. Please, just go. Have some mercy,” Cindy pleaded.
“Mercy?' Cole mocked, ’I have no mercy, but I do have a hard cock.” He shifted Cindy to the bed’s center, and pushed her legs wide apart. Her wispy, blonde haired, cunt was matted with Steve’s cum. “Be glad he spunked you up, Bitch. it will be a lot easier when I stretch your white cunt out.” Cole slapped his dark meat across her belly, painting her navel with pre-cum, and her own spit. “Tell you what, Whore. Grab your knees and spread yourself wide for me. Show me that nasty pussy and beg for my cock.”
“I will not, You Asshole, and I am not a Whore or a Bitch! Rape me if you will, but I will not beg for it!”
“I can see already, this is going to be a long week for you, Bitch. Wesson, (Cole joked, using that name.), throw me my belt, and hold this whore. She needs to be taught some manners.”
Steve searched, found Cole’s leather belt, and tossed it over. Then he snatched Cindy by the wrists.
“What…What are you going to do with that?” she questioned.
“Something your Daddy should have done a long time ago, Whore,” Cole replied.
“I told you not to call me a Whor…Yahhhhh!” Cindy screamed.
Cole had quickly swung the belt. It’s rough leather, met the silky flesh of a bare, exposed breast. She writhed in Steve’s grip. burning pain flashed across her skin. Instantly a red streak appeared over her right breast. It ran from the bottom globe, under her stiff nipple, to the far side her tit. She saw him eyeing her other exposed breast, and began trying to twist her body away. With her hands grasped above, it was useless.
“Noo!” she screamed, as the belt swung once again, extracting its revenge of new flesh. “Oh, god, You Bastard, no!” she cried. Her words were met with more strikes from the belt. It found her soft belly, her wide hips, and parts of her thighs and calves, that were unable to dance away in time.
“Flip her over with me, Man. I wanna see that nice ass. I wanna mark it up. I want it to sting when I fuck her,” Cole said.
Cindy fought and screamed, but the men were just too strong. Her bare, white ass, soft lower back, and the undersides of her creamy, thighs were soon marked with the red stripes of pain.
“Please! Please! I beg you, Stop!” Cindy sobbed.
“Now you beg,' Cole said, ’How about you beg fro my black cock? You ready to do that?”
“Please. Yes, anything. Anything. I can’t take any more.”
“Good,” Cole replied. They flipped Cindy back over, and Steve released her wrists. “Alright then, Grab those knees like I told you and spread those thighs. Show me that damp, married pussy.” Cindy relented, and did as told, trying not to look either men in the eyes. “Now, what to you say, Slut?”
Cindy hesitated, till Cole raised his belt. “F…Fuck me, Please,” she shot out.
“No; Please, fuck me with that beautiful, black cock,” Cole insisted.
Cindy shivered in fear. Her whole body ached and stung. She feared anymore resistance. “P…Please, fuck me with that big, beautiful, black cock,” she stuttered. She added in ‘big’ to hopefully make him happy.
“Good, Girl. now remember what happens when you resist,” Cole explained.
“Yes, sir,” Cindy replied. She cringed, watching in almost slow motion, as the dark, snake of a cock, slithered down her quivering, belly, head dipping through her wispy curls to press through the soft petals of her flesh. The fat cap pushed at her entrance, prying its way inside for the first thrust.
“Look at him, Whore,” Steve said, slapping her face in shock.
Cindy felt like a degraded piece of shit, yet she still peered up, into Cole’s black, eyes. Cole smiled back; An evil, terrorizing smile. His hips slammed forward, and Cindy screamed. it was as if a baseball bat had been crammed into her core. When the shaft hit rock bottom, she could have swore she was bruised.
“Keep those knees up, Bitch. Don’t release them to I say,” Cole warned.
Cindy had to keep her knees up, black heels rocking in the air, while the black animal rutted between her marked thighs. She truly felt like a Whore.
As Cole fucked Cindy, Steve watched her large tits jostle up and down. He caught a stiff nipple, twisting it and rolling it between his fingers.
“Oh, yea, take that dick, Girl. You take all that black dick,” Cole groaned. His body was raised up on his hands, so he could see his hard shaft disappear into Cindy’s tight twat. The more he fucked, the slicker his cock became. Cream began to lather up on his pole. He could see the arousal taking her her flesh. "Get your phone, Man. Get some video of this shit. Bitch is creaming up my cock. You like it; Don’t you, Whore. Go ahead, drop those knees, so you can dig those heels in and fuck me back.'
Cindy relaxed, and let her legs fall to the bed, but she wouldn’t lie still. She hated it, but even through the pain, the large cock was feeling good. Never had she been so filled. She could feel every bump and vein on the hard shaft. There was no place inside her untouched. The aroma from her cunt was overpowering. She knew both men could smell her arousal. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Without realizing it, her knees had bent. She was pulling them up, rubbing the soft insides of her thighs along the black man’s hips. Cindy still wore the black heels. They dug into the mattress to help her hips to rise. Her cunt rose up, meeting the hard shaft and smack of Cole’s heavy balls. Little whimpers escaped her lips. She tried to stifle them by biting down on her pert bottom lip.
Steve took the camera of his phone, recording it all. He imagined her husband watching the clips, seeing his wife loose it to a black cock. She would not be able to deny it; Not with her white cream covering the shaft’s length. With a free hand, Steve moved the stray hairs from Cindy’s face. He captured her, biting her lips to avoid her impending orgasm. “That’s right, Cindy17. Cum for us. Come on that black dick. Tell him to fuck you harder.”
“I..,Ugh, ugh…No…I…I can’t,” Cindy stuttered. She sounded out of breath.
Steve took a nipple and twisted. Cindy screamed out in pain.
“Tell him, Cindy! Fucking tell him!” Steve yelled.
“Fuck it…Ugh…Ugh…Fuck…Ugh…Fuck me harder…You, Bastard! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” Cindy screamed. “Aghh! I’m cumming!” she cried. Her whole body convulsed. She could not stop from grabbing the black man’s waist, holding him tight, and thrusting up her sex. After the orgasm, Cindy tried to relax. Cole was having no of it. He was still hard; Still thrusting into her wet box. The wave began to take her again. “No! No!” she protested; Mostly to her own body.
Cole waited. He wanted to force another orgasm from the Bitch before spilling his load.
“You gonna cum again; Ain’t ya, Whore. When you cum, I’m gonna fill your white pussy with my seed. ” Cole said.
“No…Ugh…No, you can’t…Ugh…Can’t…Don’t cum inside…Ugh.” Cindy tried to stop him. Tried to push him off. Instead, her hands only grabbed his black ass, and pulled him in. “Agh! Agh! Cumming!” she groaned. She heard the man howl, felt the explosion of his pulsing shaft. Cindy could not stop it. She was over the brink. Her cunt was twitching, milking the load from Cole’s cock. Exhausted, she tapped out, feeling the liquid filling her insides with warmth, as her world drifted away.
Cindy did not know how long se was out. She was in dreamland. Her husband’s arm was wrapped around her body, his hard cock pressing against her naked ass, while his fingers toyed in her folds. Cindy moaned, rolling her butt against his crotch. She was awoken by the vibrating ring of her phone on the nightstand. Sleepily, she reached for the phone. It was from Chip.
‘Chip! Chip! Oh, My God!’ Cindy realized, it was not a dream, but a nightmare. She tried to rise, but the strong arm pulled her back.
“Answer it, Cindy, but remember, I have very incriminating photos of you,” Steve warned in her ear.
Reluctantly, Cindy thumbed the phone. “Baby, how are you?” she asked.
“Fine, you ok?” Chip asked, picking up the tension in her voice.
Steve smiled. He used his feet to open her left thigh, giving his fingers better access to her cum-filled, cunt. Slick, his fingers easily slipped in.
Cindy groaned. She glanced at the clock. It was late in the night. “Sorry, Honey. I was asleep, having a bed dream.”
“No, I’m sorry. I forgot the time, and got bored,” Chip answered.
Steve was going to enjoy this. He scooped from cum from Cindy’s sex, and began to paint it backwards. His fingers layered the cum between her cheeks. Spreading them, he began to lace the cream across her puckered rosebud.
Cindy could not say anything, not with Chip listening in. Her one hand held the phone. Her other was trapped under her right side. She felt the thick head of Steve’s shaft, slipping around where his fingers had been. Her head was tugged back by the hair.
“Keep him busy. I’m gonna take your ass,” Steve whispered in her ear.
“N…Ugh!” Cindy groaned in pain. The thick cock had stretcher her sphincter open and entered her ass.
“What was that? You ok, Baby?” Chip asked.
Cindy had to think fast. “I…I must have pulled something when I reached for the phone. Ugh…It hurts.”
“That’s a good one,” Steve snickered in her ear.
“I could rub it,' Chip said, ’I know I have not paid much attention to you lately. I promise to make it up when I return.” Chip had been stuck in his hotel room, watching porn. He was alone and horny.
“Oh, Honey, It’s ok. I know you have been sick. Thant’s not your fault.”
Steve was slowly sliding his cock in and our of Cindy’s snug, little, asshole. Reaching around her, his fingers found her wet sex. He dipped two fingers inside, parting her folds to find her hidden clit. He wanted to keep her on the phone till one of them came; Preferably her first, them him in her ass. “Keep him talking, till I’m done with you, Whore,” he whispered in Cindy’s ear.
“Did you say something? Is someone there?” Chip questioned.
“Oh, no, Baby. I was so tired, I feel asleep, and left the TV on,” Cindy replied. She tried to hold back the groans, each time the hard rod bottomed out in her ass.
“I’ve been thinking about you,' Chip said, ’I miss your body, and your touch. I know you love it when I tug back your hair, and kiss the nape of your neck.”
‘Fuck,’ Cindy thought, ‘Chip picked the wrong time to talk sexy.’ Just then, Steve tugged her hair back and ran his wet lips along the nape of her neck, sucking at the soft skin. “Mmmm,” she moaned aloud.
Steve grinned. He sucked harder on her neck. His free hand rubbed harder against her clit.
Chip was surprised. “Oh, you like that thought; Don’t you, Baby? How about I run my fingers over your beautiful breasts, while sucking your neck? Do my fingers make your nipples all hard?”
Of course Steve followed Chip’s words, running a hand over Cindy’s exposed breast, and toying with the nipple.
Cindy wanted Chip to stop. It was so wrong, but it was also turning her on. Those damn fingers, running over her sensitive breasts and brushing along her swelling clit. She could feel the warmth of the rod, slippery with cum, stretching her ass, and filling her belly.
“Tell Chip you want him to fuck your ass. You need his cock in your tight hole,” Steve edged.
Cindy did know know why; She repeated the phrases: “Oh, Chip, Honey, I need you to fuck my ass. I need your cock in my tight hole.”
Chip was taken back; Stunned. Did his sweet wife just tell him that? Did she say, ‘Cock, and Fuck my ass? My tight hole?’. It had been years since she let him try that. He thought she hated it. He did not care why. It was fucking awesome. He went all in. Quickly he stripped his underwater off, and grabbed his hard cock. “Oh, Fuck, Baby. That’s so hot. I’ve got it right here. It’s so hard. I’m spreading your perfect cheeks, and rubbing its head over the tight entrance. Your puckered ring calls to me.”
Steve chuckled, “Go with it, Slut. You better go with him,” he told Cindy.
“Oh, yes,' Cindy moaned, ’Put it in. Put it in my ass.”
“You’re making me so horny, Baby. I’m putting it in. Can you feel my stiff cock in your ass?” Chip added.
“Oh, yes, Chip. You’re filling me with your cock,” Cindy moaned. They were real moans, not the playful moans, Chip expected.
“I’m rubbing your pussy too, Cindy. Are you wet? Can you feel my fingers, as I take your sweet ass?”
“I’m so wet, Chip. Oh, God, fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Steve had two fingers deep in her cunt. His full balls slapped at her ass. With Chip’s words, she forgot she was being raped, and began to cum. “Oh. Fuck, Chip, I’m gonna cum. Cum in my ass Chip. I want to feel you,” she groaned.
In his own pleasure, Chip never heard the slapping of flesh over the line. He was so close. “I’m gonna cum, Cindy. You are making me cum!”
Cindy heard Chip’s groan of orgasm, and it brought her off. Her ass clamped down on Steve’s shaft, and he also groaned.
“Oh, Shit, Chip, I’m cumming! I feel your hot seed in my ass! Yess!” Cindy moaned.
From the sound of both Cindy and his own groans, Chip never recognized the new groan; The groan of Steve, emptying his balls in his wife’s warm bowels. “Oh, shit, Cindy. You made me cum. I made a mess. This was really special. I love you.”
Suddenly Cindy realized her humiliation. She could still feel Steve’s dick, jumping from time to time, still sending seed into her ass. ‘Oh, God, what have I done?’ she thought. “I…I came too, Chip. I’m so sorry. I wish I was there with you now. I love you so much.”
“Nothing to be sorry for, Love. That was wonderful. I do need to clean up. I will call you again tomorrow night. Maybe we can do this again?”
“Ok. I love you, Chip.” Cindy quickly hung up and literally tossed her phone off the bed. She broke down into tears. “You…you, Bastard,” she sobbed.
“See, I told you what a Cheating Whore you were. You proved it right there,” Steve teased.
“Let me up. I need to clean up. Where is Cole?” she asked hesitantly.
“First; No. you made your bed, now lie in it. Second, Cole left to make some plans for us tomorrow. Go to sleep. I’m tired.”
Cindy sobbed. With Steve’s strong arms wrapped around her, and his dick still deep in her sore ass, she was going nowhere.
‘Plans…for tomorrow?’ she thought, ’Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into."
