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Click hereLisa was pantingly fucking herself with two fingers as Matt stared, alternately at her pussy, and her face, contorting with another orgasm while she watched him as he finally began shooting his load into Karlee.
As I listened to Lisa's panting, and felt her body beside me shake, I shot my load inside my robe.
Matt's stroking slowed as he came down from his orgasm. In the mirror, we could see him from behind as he pressed against himself against her ass, and then withdrew.
We all began to recover our breath and Karlee and Matt repositioned to sit with their backs against the headboard, relaxing. Karlee sighed and then reached over to the nighttable.
"I hope you guys don't mind if I smoke. Want one? Jeff can you open a window?"
Karlee tossed the pack and lighter to the foot of the bed after lighting one for herself and one for Matt. I lit one for Lisa and myself and then handed the pack to Jeff, once he turned back from the window he had opened. His boner swayed.
"Wow, Jeff," Karlee said, exhaling smoke. "You came quick. And already hard again. I think you like an audience."
Matt's arm was around her shoulders.
Jeff's eyes raised to hers and he shrugged.
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know. It's a lot."
Lisa's long, smooth, shapely legs were now crossed, teasingly hiding her pussy from view. Her breasts were still on display.
Matt's eyes were on her.
Karlee looked at her.
"See? It's not so weird," Karlee said.
"It's not weird at all," Lisa replied. Her face was unreadable. She looked at me.
"Is it?" she asked me.
I didn't know what to say. It would be insulting to Jeff and Karlee to say it was weird.
"No," I said.
Lisa held my look. I felt like I had given away more than I intended. She put her cigarette down and leaned over and took my face in her hands and kissed me. The fingers of her right hand were still wet from her pussy.
She broke off our kiss, and then looked at me, my face still in her hands.
"No," she said. "It's not. It's wonderful."
She released me and retrieved her cigarette. Karlee was smilingly watching. Naked on the bed, idly fondling Matt's flaccid but still long cock.
"You guys are so sweet," she said. "Fuck, it's gonna be so hot when... you know...." Karlee smiled.
I pictured Lisa on the bed, fondling a cock that had just ejaculated in her.
Matt was looking at Lisa.
He patted the bed beside him.
"Come on up here," he said to her.
Lisa looked at him. It seemed an eternity until she finally shook her head.
"She already has a boyfriend," Karlee said, smiling. "And you should see the cock on him, holy fuck."
Karlee climbed onto him, straddling him. She kissed him as she rubbed her pussy against his his cock. I got hard again pretty fast watching her ass end spread over his cock. He did too.
He threw her on her back and got on top of her. I couldn't stop myself from imagining that it was Lisa he was feeding his cock into as he penetrated her.
He fucked her a long time like that. Lisa and I masturbated again, watching him fuck her, his balls slapping against her ass between her splayed legs, her husband stroking away frantically as he watched. Eventually, she rolled over on top of him and rode him, treating our eyes to her round ass as she lifted and dropped it onto his long cock.
Karlee lowered herself to whisper into Matt's ear. She watched his reaction as she continued to ride him, and then she lifted off him and moved down to suck his cock.
Her ass was real close to us now, at the foot of the bed as she sucked him off. She spread her lips with the fingers of her right hand and pleasured herself. I stared at her freshly fucked hole as I stroked myself. She slid a finger in.
My eyes went to the mirror, and I saw her watching me as she sucked his cock. She held my eyes for a moment, stroking and sucking Matt, while she played with her pussy in front of my face. Then she took her mouth off him and spoke, holding my eyes in the mirror.
"Tell you what, John. If you promise to give Lisa her freedom, and if she doesn't mind, I'll let you fuck me."
I stared at her, still stroking Matt's cock, I glanced at her pussy, now an option.
"Just the once. If you agree to let Lisa do whatever she wants whenever she wants. With whoever she wants."
I looked at Lisa. She looked back at me. Her hand was still slowly moving on her pussy. Slowly, she stood. She held out her hand.
I stared at her a moment, taking it in. And then I gave her my hand. It was slick with lube. Hers was wet from her pussy. She kissed me and then I was on my knees on the bed behind Karlee. Lisa was behind me. She stroked my lubed cock and pointed me at Karlee's hole. Karlee reached down and held my balls in her hand. She smiled at me in the mirror.
"Understand?" she asked me.
I understood. I was giving my wife permission to fuck whoever she wanted whenever she wanted.
I nodded.
I felt Lisa's body press against me. I resisted. She wasn't pushing my cock into Karlee. Or not just that. She was pushing Lewis's cock, and countless others, into her own pussy.
She pushed harder.
My cock slid into Karlee.
Sliding into her, the pleasure I felt reflexively made me think of the pleasure that all of Lisa's future lovers would feel as they slid their cocks into her. I knew that that was what I was doing by fucking Karlee. I felt Lisa's breasts on my back as I stroked myself in Karlee. I looked in the mirror and saw the two of them exchange a look. Karlee and Lisa. It was done.
Success.
Lisa could take lovers now.
Lisa's hand slid down to my ass as my tempo increased. She bit my ear and cupped my balls. Karlee started sucking Matt's cock again. I glanced at Jeff's reflection in the mirror as I fucked his wife. He was masturbating.
I fucked her harder.
Lisa withdrew to let me to it, and sat back in the loveseat.
As I fucked Karlee, I couldn't stop myself from imagining the satisfaction Lisa's future lovers would take in fucking her in front of me. I held her hips and slammed into her, feeling the smug satisfaction of ramming her pussy in front of her husband, the smug satisfaction that implicit consent cannot erase: I was fucking another man's wife right in front of him.
I was close.
I wanted to see her tits. I pulled out and asked her to lie on her back. She did. I got on her and entered her again as she put her mouth on Matt's cock again. He lay beside her. This close up, his cock looked huge.
I sucked her nipples as I fucked her. I knew this would be my only strange one, and I took full advantage. Matt ran his head through her hair as she sucked him off. His breathing communicated that he was close. Karlee was stroking him hard as she sucked him off. He grunted and I knew it meant he was shooting in her mouth. She stroked him faster as he came, her mouth still on him.
I came too, slamming her hard. It was intoxicating, the primal satisfaction of cumming in another man's wife right in front of him. I tried and failed to keep from my mind the recognition that very soon, and often, other men would feel precisely this intoxicating, primal satisfaction as they shot their load in Lisa while I looked on.
My orgasm subsided and I pulled myself out of her, watching my cock emerge from her pussy. I moved back and sank into the loveseat beside Lisa, absorbing what I had done.
Jeff sat motionless, watching Karlee and Matt lay panting. Finally, Matt gave Jeff a nod, and Jeff jumped up and climbed onto his wife. He slid into her pussy, slick with Matt's cum and mine. He pumped into her frantically, cumming almost immediately as Karlee ran her hand through his hair tenderly.
Lisa's hand moved to caress my cock, wet with Karlee's pussy, and lube, and Matt's cum.
"Did that feel good, baby?" she whispered in my ear.
It did. Of course it did. But what tortured me was how good Lisa's future lovers would feel in her. Lovers I had just given her permission to take.
I looked at her.
She returned my look. She nodded.
She kissed me.
"Thank you, John," she whispered.
Karlee chuckled. Jeff was sliding his cock out of her pussy and collapsing at her side. Matt's cock was still near her face, in her hand. Her legs were splayed, her cummy pussy on display. She was looking at us.
"Fuck, this is so awesome," she said. "We have to go shopping. We have to get you a sexy new outfit for your date, Lisa. Oh, fuck, I am so excited."
Lisa smiled, holding my slick, flaccid cock in her hand.
To be continued.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous7 days agoNo pussy is worth the mental anguish Lisa is putting John through. This is one of those modern women fables that tries to convince men that to have a strong relationship you need to allow your wife to freely fuck around on you while you deal with her emotional leftovers, you know, period pains, headaches, no makeup days, daggy clothes….all the relationship stuff hidden from Mr Big Dick. And your reward, you get to see her cum hard on a dick she doesn’t have to convince to put any emotional effort into other than by spreading her legs and you get to clean it up afterwards, maybe get some yourself if she isn’t too sore.
That’s the life you want? Playing second fiddle to some big cock while running around after your entitled modern wife?
Guess it’s goes with drinking IPA’s, man buns and Birkenstocks (with socks).
Anonymousabout 1 month agoBrunder is a horrifically manipulative bitch. A well written one.
No, she shouldn’t be practicing any kind of medicine. Now wonder she insists on all the legalities, she’d be sued into oblivion otherwise. Horrible, horrible woman.
Lisa is the same. Just not manipulative, beyond her constant fucking with her husbands mind by the end of this chapter. Her actions appear to be more fun for her, if she has a cuckold… without one, she wouldn’t be hurting someone who loves her.
John is in pain. That’s obvious, and subtly alluded to at times. This isn’t therapy, it’s conditioning… Brunder is conditioning John to put up with the situation with Lisa. If he was without the influence of Brunder sundering him intellectually, and Lisa emotionally, he’d realize what was happening, endure the short-term pain of divorce, and leave the whole situation behind.
He won’t though, because otherwise, there wouldn’t be a story.
To fit the story, John has to be a weak man, emotionally, and mentally.
Lisa is a slut. Brunder is an opportunist taking advance of the situation, making money off it, and maybe getting some kind of research done. John is going to be in pain as long as he stays in this situation, and my bet the writer dictates he stays with Lisa.
All in all, cheaters, people making money off cheaters, and weak people.
And well written too.
GD6720about 1 month agoI could write many things, such as been written already by others, BUT I will not. All I ask is you please continue with this story. Its truly wonderful to read and enjoy. Thank you. Five stars here's Ten ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
SoCaNoCaabout 2 months agoI tend to cringe when I read stories like this one. But surprisingly, no cringe this time. You wove a somewhat believible story line. I tend toward more kinky scenarios…anal and rimming…both of which would work well in this genre of erotica.
Anonymous3 months agoPlease please PLEASE give up the next part. I’ve played with my pussy so many times imagining my husband letting me have other men. I need more of this story. It’s incredible.
Anonymous4 months agoWell written. I just can't get my head around the premise of the story which is that the husband will go through life not only knowing he can't and doesn't satisfy his wife sexually, but to then have to confront his sexual failings on a constant basis by watching his wife be satisfied by others.
It might be all lust and kink at the beginning but this can't be a sustainable relationship in the long run. She will either find someone that meets both her sexual and emotional needs and leave or he will find someone that is sexually satisfied with his performance and create an emotional bond with her. It's inevitable.
Anonymous4 months agoVery well written, sexy and interesting story, but with a story this long it never occurred to me you wouldn’t give us the ending you led us to expect. I think most readers wanted to be in the room when John watched Lisa shamelessly spread and beg for her lover’s cock and cum.
Anonymous5 months agoJohn married a size Queen and he doesn't have the equipment that she needs so, in effect he's not fit for purpose. It's a pretty straight forward equation with all solutions pointing towards John cutting his loses and moving on. No pussy, no matter how hot is worth losing your self respect for. And all pussy eventually gets old and wrinkled. Want to be sitting next to the hag when's she all dried up and reminisce about all the XL cocks she fucked and sucked? Nah, time to move on and chalk it up to experience.
Anonymous6 months agoI know this story is a work of fiction, but I really enjoyed it. PLEASE add to it.
Anonymous7 months agoI like the authors stories, but his one seemed to go on and on. The desciptions of sex were the only things that kept me engaged.
I realize this is fantasy, and as such, it seems that her lover has to have a huge cock. That's not reality, like I said, it's fantasy.
I guess it's something LIT readers are looking for. Both women and men.
My wife took advantage of a free pass, two years into our marriage. I had it in my head that I'd find it arousing. (I had read so many stories in Penthouse about cheating wives and sharing, and it turned me on)
He gave her a ride home from a conference on a Friday afternoon. That night she told me. Surprisingly, I was shocked.
(In retrospect, I later realized, I at least expected to meet him. They had sat in the driveway for a while, and I had know idea who it was giving her a ride. Was she ashamed of him, his appearance? Or worse, was it someone I knew?)
After she told me, I laid down on the bed and asked her to tell me about it. She went though all the motions with me, as she described her fling. I couldn't hide the fact that it made me horny as hell! What the fuck! I don't know why, but it did! I had to ask the obvious question; was his cock bigger than mine? She said it was about the same size. It reality, it didn't really matter; he still got sucked and fucked by her. She told me he was from another province, and wanted her to go away with him. We pretty much spent the weekend in bed, fucking like crazy.
I'll never really know how much truth there was in it. Suspicion can always raise it's ugly head.
Anyway, her fucking other men, both real and imagined, became a regular fantasy for us. She'd get so worked up, I'd ask her to call me by his name, and when she did, it was like she felt like I was him and it'd send her over the edge. I later gave her more free passes, but she always declined. I believed her, in part because she knew how much the idea turned me on.
Fast forward, years later. I had a long standing affair with a co-worker. About 3 years into it, she slipped said it was nice to suck a normal sized cock. After some prodding, she told me about her husband's cock. Apparently, it was the size of a huge dildo we used on her; about 10 inches and thick as my wrist. At first, I was feeling a bit intimidated by his size. But then, why was she screwing around with me, if size was so important?
The lesson there was, cock size isn't that important. And I found out later, that I had been one in a long line of lovers from her past, two of which impregnated her, and she passed off as her husband's children. Now, that man, was a true definition of a Cuck. Lanky guy with a huge cock!
Anonymous8 months agoWorst therapist ever, which may be the point.
The writing is excellent, and things flow well. I had an emotional reaction to the story, which is a compliment.
That said, I loathe the characters, I hate the direction, and I detest any part of this that may be reality.
The Brunder character is a cult leader, and hides behind paperwork to do what she does.
Lisa is a child with no self-control, a lack of morals or empathy, and should, realistically, have no chance at a loving relationship… she can’t hold up her end, without harming someone over and over.
John has no self-respect, and eats abuse with a spoon. He’s deplorable in his weakness, his acceptance of what Brunder says, and he’s not ever likely to be someone who can be relied on. He’d be an awful father, and in spite of whatever other redeeming features he may have, he’s doomed to misery and agony… by his own choice. Which means, he’s irredeemable.
There’s skill in the writing, technical and crafting. I’ve enjoyed the work. I’ll certainly give any works Siriussixnine wants to post, but I’m hoping for some fare that’s more palatable. That said, I’d like this story to have a more defined ending, even thought by the structure thus far, it’s going to be a sad one.
