Cucking the Snowbound Couple Ch. 07

Alex gasped and moaned, the two of them swaying in front of me, doing a weird pre-sex dance to crush my soul. Brett continued to suck on my wife's neck. One hand wandered away from her breasts, and down her stomach. His hands slipped into the front of her panties. She exhaled as his fingers found what they were looking for and started to play. Her mouth dropped open and excited little moans echoed out.

His other hand slid up to her neck, where he held it there like he owned her. She turned her head and the two began to kiss. All the while, their half closed eyes regarded me coldly, just to make sure I was watching.

Despite the semi-erection in my pants, I knew that this wasn't exciting for me. For whatever reason they wanted me to get off on this. To enjoy this new dynamic they'd established. But it wasn't happening. I felt like a POW trying to keep secrets under enemy torture.

Their tongues lolled as they continued to watch me. They were fishing for any emotional reaction. Maybe they wanted to see me cry. I don't know. But after the week I've had, I just felt defiant. I showed nothing on my face.

That was when Alex put her foot into my lap. Hiking her leg up, she rested it right on my cock, urging it to grow. She started to move her foot as she stood in front of me. Between her legs, I could see Brett's big heavy balls, and his shaft moving as she stroked him. My wife fed his cock between her legs so I could watch the sensual way that she stroked him.

"Look at how big he is," Alex said to me. "Can you blame me?"

Brett thrust his cock between her thighs and his length pointed straight at me. He grinded his long inches against her snatch, even going so far as to tuck his cock up into her panties, so she could feel his warm girth rubbing along her eager pussy lips.

"Mmmm... so big... and so hot." She moaned, leaning back against his groping. His mouth roamed the side of her face. Her ear and neck. He looked at me as he took a long lick of her neck.

"You have to admit... he's so much hotter than you," she groaned, not holding back any longer. "I want to fuck him all the time."

My heart was pounding. I tried not to look. I kept my eyes fixed distantly, like I was trying to look through them, miles and miles away. I tried not to listen to her words. And what I did hear, I chose not to really comprehend.

They stood like that, just grinding and rubbing and groping for a painfully long time. Brett's cock invading my wife's bridal underwear.

Eventually it was Brett who dropped to his knees. He knelt behind her ass and pulled down her garter, like her new husband sliding it off at a wedding. As he did, he tilted his face upward and buried his mouth against her pussy, tugging her thong to the side. Alex gasped and began to moan as his tongue flicked hungrily against her pussy, giving her slit a long passionate kiss.

"Here you go baby. Hope you're the next one of us to find true love," she laughed as she slid the garter down around my head and around my neck like a frilly collar. I could only glare at them. The gag in my mouth stifling my protests.

Brett lapped hungrily at her pussy, and she sat back into his face, grinding her hips. She always liked getting oral, and as his tongue found her clit, it wasn't long before she was nearly moaning in my face. His tongue danced in fast circles around her clit and her eyes popped, writhing with pleasure as she climaxed on his face.

"Yes... yes!" She panted.

Brett stood, and took her by the hips.

"Yes!" She cooed again, as he forced her to bend over. Alex's hands went to my thighs to brace herself. She stared me right in the face as he mounted her from behind. Her nose inches from mine. Brett grinned wickedly. He was going to fuck her right in my face, and force me to see the pleasure that he was bringing to her.

"Fuck me... do it!" Alex plead as she studied me.

Then her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open like a complete nympho. That expression told me everything— he was entering her.

"Oh my god!" She was completely lost in the moment.

"Look at her, Sean," Brett moaned, as he thrust his hips and stuffed his cock into her body in fast stabbing motions.

Each thrust made her brace harder on me. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't make eye contact with me. Her face was contorted in a mask of pleasure. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. She looked like she'd lost her mind— given herself, her body, and her control completely over to this other man. She was basically his toy now, and she was fine with it.

"Look at that face," Brett moaned. His balls slapped against her body with each thrust. "Did you ever think your wife could look so hot?"

I looked away. Alex's head dropped. Her body almost limp and unsteady.

Brett grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back so we had to look each other in the face.

"Look at that slut." He barked at me. "That was all me. You could never make her look like that. They don't call it 'fucking her brains out' for no reason."

She looked me in the eyes while he took her in front of me. There was no sense of reality to her any more. She had fallen down a well of sexual fantasy and was deep deep at the bottom.

"Don't you think we look good together, Sean?" Brett moaned, and pulled her into his thrusts.

She moaned. Her perky tits jumped and bounced. Her ass shook from the pounding that she was taking.

"Did you ever think you'd see your wife so submissive?" Brett asked. "All it takes is the right man to make any woman into a sex hungry slut." And to prove that point, he tugged her hair harder, slapped her ass, and told her "Lick his face."

Alex didn't even hesitate. If she had uttered the words 'Yes master', I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised.

She leaned her face forward, and dragged her tongue in a long sensual lick from my jaw line up to the corner of my eye.

"We can do anything we want baby," Brett said in between long strokes into her body. "We don't have to hide it anymore. And your husband can't stop us. This is real sexual liberation."

This guy was totally insane.

"I want to do everything," Alex said, sounding like she was desperate and completely dependent for his approval.

And then an idea crossed her face

Despite the pounding she was taking, nothing ever held Alex back when she was motivated.

Though their pleasure was paramount, she surprised us both when she halted it. She pulled away from Brett, and strode over to his bag of "toys". She fished around and came away with several "selections"— the molded dildo replicas of Brett and his buddies from the bachelor party.

Alex had an evil little smile on her face.

Brett looked a bit shocked and I thought I detected a hint of something else on his face. Jealousy?

"I always wanted to be gang banged." She teased.

I saw a flicker of fire behind Brett's eyes for a second. Who would have guessed that Brett wanted his girls to be monogamous to him? How does it feel, you egotistical asshole? No wonder he was obsessed with making her declare herself to him over and over again. He had insecurity issues! I couldn't help but laugh softly behind my gag.

But then the annoyance faded and Brett went along with it. "I guess I created a monster," he admitted.

"You did," she bit her lip, trailing several of the toys over her body. "You really did. Hope you don't mind sharing your bride with the whole party." She giggled.

Alex selected one of the toys. While the cock wasn't nearly as large as Brett's it was a fairly impressive replica... and thick. She smirked as she shoved it between my thighs. My legs were duct taped together, and the toy stood rigid and erect, held in place by my thighs.

The gesture wasn't lost on me... or Brett. He grinned. "Couldn't even use Sean's real cock?"

She shrugged. "How would that be fun?" And she backed her plump ass toward me. She spread her cheeks, and did something we'd never done before. I know Alex had dabbled with anal with some of her previous boyfriends, but it wasn't something that had much appealed to me.

But she wiggled her ass above my lap, guided the big floppy sex toy right to her special place, and started to sit down. She was tentative. Each inch, I could hear her suck in a new breath. By the time she eased herself fully down to it, she let out one prolonged, barely audible squeak.

"You like that?" She glanced over her shoulder at me. "I'll bet you do, you fuckin' pervert." She had adopted some of Brett's insults now.

Then she started to scoot her butt up and down on the toy a few times before easing back, using my chest as her back rest. She spread her legs for Brett, offering up her pussy. Was it even hers anymore? I was pretty sure it belonged to him now.

Brett smiled as he positioned himself between her outstretched legs. Her ass rocked back against the bulge in my pants as he pushed himself into her body.

"Ohhhh my fuckin' goddddddd!!" She cried out. The sensation of double penetration was too much for her. She was climaxing before Brett was fully inside of her. The feeling of two cocks inside of her body at once was even more intense and exciting than one huge cock.

"You fuckin' slut!" Brett declared, still feeding his length into her.

"I am... I really ammmm!!" She screamed, her back arching. Her body moving, unable to get settled— greedy for more.

Alex was sandwiched between our bodies. The cruel irony was that even being double penetrated, it wasn't me that was one of the participants inside of her. She threw her legs around Brett's waist and bucked her body against him.

Her butt cheeks rubbed up and down eagerly against my bulge and the rubber toy disappeared in and out of her ass. Brett held her legs, tilting his head back. He started to moan, enjoying her body. She was so wet, his cock was literally soaked.

"Feed me," Alex panted at him. The sweat pouring down her body. "Feed me another one of your friends. I love two cocks. I need another!"

Brett's euphoric expression vanished for a moment. Again, that look of annoyance returned. I couldn't help but be amused by the chink in his armor. Pretty boy had insecurity issues of his own. He didn't like the thought that his 'girl' wasn't satisfied with just him. Some men don't like gang bangs. Some men don't like to share their woman. I could see how that might stick in someone's craw...

Maybe he'd been fine with it when he was stealing her from me. But now that he had her, his expression told a different story. However, Brett played along. He chose his own replica from the table and held it to her mouth. She slapped it playfully out of his hand. "I have the real thing," she said, pulling herself into his next thrust. "Give me someone else."

Brett frowned, but complied, grabbing a different toy.

"Is this your bestie?" She giggled as he held the toy to her lips.

She parted her lips eagerly and flicked her tongue over the big rubber head.

"Yeah, my buddy who's getting married," Brett admitted. A bit of his mojo was gone from his voice.

"Mmmm... he tastes delicious." Alex cooed. She was watching Brett as she licked and sucked. Despite her being smitten with her new lover, Alex was always a button pusher, and a playful insufferable one at that. She must have detected this one Brett, because I wasn't the only one she was teasing.

"Shut up and just take the cock," Brett said, asserting his dominance. Steering the conversation back to the debauchery at hand.

It served him right. He'd opened her up to enjoying humiliating her lovers— conditioning her to this exciting new fantasy. That spelled bad news for him if he was hoping to stick around.

Alex took a long pull on the toy, deep-throating it. My own cock jumped in my pants. As much as I wanted to give them no material to further their harassment, seeing her in the act of teasing the toy was making me hard. And there was no denying the steady rhythm of her plump ass sliding back and forth on my lap. The toy buried in her ass, appearing and disappearing over and over again. Her body having become a toy that existed only to please cocks.

"What's his name?" Alex asked after she came up from air, wagging the toy in the air, and flicking her tongue quickly over the tip.

Brett was pushing his cock into her harder and harder... her teasing goading him into being more aggressive. She was loving the aggression. Loving that he was making her feel it, and enjoying the sensation of pushing him.

"Tony," he grunted finally.

"Ohhhhh Tony," Alex moaned out and giggled.

Brett took her by the hips and pounded her for all she was worth. Her head bobbed, her body limp with pleasure. He was fucking her so hard that she couldn't even form the words any longer.

"Yes! Yes! Take it, slut."

Alex dropped the sex toy. She had to grip my legs just to hold on. I was suddenly thankful that my chair was tied to the post, otherwise I'm positive we all would have toppled to the floor.

But I wasn't thankful for something else. Alex's ass squished against my cock was moving so fiercely that despite my best efforts to not cum in my pants, there was no way it wasn't going to happen. She was basically jerking me off with her ass.

Alex couldn't even find the words as she started to cum. "Ohhh!! Mmmm! Fffffuuuu—!" Her voice echoed throughout the cabin. I could feel her juices running down her thighs and soaking my pants.

And in the middle of it all was Brett. His face was contorted into a mask of concentration. He couldn't cum! He was trying harder than ever before, but I knew that face. He wasn't in the right headspace. She was pushing him in ways that bothered him. Loser.

Unfortunately, his misery brought me just enough joy that I was about to lose my battle. I grunted through the thong in my mouth. A moment later, I felt myself release. Alex's ass was practically humping my tent. My pants grew wet with hot sticky cum.

And still Brett didn't relent. Neither of them stopping. If Alex could feel my wet lap beneath her juicy ass, she didn't react. She was too busy getting fucked stupid.

Brett's effort seemed to go on forever. Alex didn't mind. She collapsed back against my shoulder, using me like a pillow as Brett plowed her. My hardon had subsided by the time Brett was ready to finish.

"Here it comes... get ready!" He declared.

Alex jumped off of my lap like a porn star before the climax, ready to catch all of his cum with her face. She took hold of his member and pumped it straight at herself.

When the first blast of cum landed on her face, she threw her head back and moaned in joy. The next splash was impressive, coating her neck and chest. A few huge wet globs rained onto me. She watched them plop onto my lap, and giggled as they did.

Then she turned the fire hose to me. "Don't worry, Sean. I'll share." She squealed with delight, stroking Brett feverishly, urging more and more cum. The next few blasts landed on my pants, my shirt, plastering my clothes to my skin.

I groaned in disgust, already hating myself for having cum... but hating them far more.

Brett was moaning the whole time as Alex milked every last drop out of his body. Then she ran her tongue wetly around the head of Brett's member, collecting the final droplets of semen to savor.

Brett sagged in relief, having gotten his orgasm. The effort had taken its toll. He swiped his forehead with the back of his arm, and stepped up to me, using the clean parts of my shirt to wipe his member off. Alex sat on the floor scooping cum off of her chest with her fingers and feeding herself, staring me in the eye while she sucked the taste off of herself like cookie batter.

By now I was burning with hatred for the both of them. They had fucked each other right on top of me! They had used me to enhance their own twisted sexual desires. This told me something alarming— they no longer saw me as a living breathing person. They saw me as an object— just a lap to sit on while they fucked.

I was suddenly very afraid.

Little did I know that my salvation would be coming soon... from a very unlikely place...

*** To be continued... ***