Sexy Fun at the OK Carral Ch. 01

When Paul glances down at his wife's ass shake and jerk from pleasure, he takes note of her exposed dark gaping asshole, alternately clenching and widening with each roundtrip of his thrusts. It's like she's putting it out there to tempt him. It's not often that Paul gets to partake in anal. This time he snakes a thumb over her ring, gradually pushing deeper. 'Why has he never done that before?,' Jenny thinks in her lust-clouded mind, 'I love it,' she almost verbalized. She then expresses her approval with a whispered drawn out groan.

"Grab her tits. Pinch her nips, HARD! Twist'em," the voyeuring M/C ordered."

Paul could barely gasp from exertion, "I gotta come... now... PLEASE!"

"Do it!," Rowan commands.

Paul reels his torso backwards with his head pointed at the ceiling, "Ahhh... here it comes... gonna hose you down, 'J'!," ne'er a second later Jen squeezes her tunnel tight from her own crashing "O", so much so that Paul has to fight to keep his reciprocating erection within her.

And then, in tandem, one high-pitched, one low, "Uhhhhhh...," the all encompassing blissful sensation paralyzed them to a state of suspended animation. Together they collapse to the carpet, exhausted... for the time being.

Rowan comments cooly, "That looks like you enjoyed that," they weakly nod their heads, and slowly rise to their feet, spent and sweaty, "I think it's time to switch things up. It's Paul's turn now.

Paul takes his seat in the chair freshly vacated by Rowan, who stands at Jen's left with his right arm snaked around her back, holding her right ass cheek. Jen is alert again, thanks to the erotic twinge of anticipation of the carnal congress to come, stands facing her husband. She's a little nervous from the speculation of what kind of shenanigans he may (double entendre spoiler ahead!) "con-cock."

"Suck his cock again, mein Hausfrau."

She drops to her knees, and grabs hold of Rowan's turgid member. Jen examines it carefully before looking up directly into his eyes, and takes his dick head past her lips. She tightens her lips on the pleasure giving ridge of his flared mushroom cap. At the same time, her tongue darts to and fro around the open slot perched on the top. He muses to herself, imagining his pee slit is akin to that of a miniature vagina. It is through that very tiny portal that Rowan's orgasmic essence will spew forth into her battered portal. He looks down at her, and smiles from her very enthusiastic technique.

"That'll do, cuck-slut-wife-slave!," directs her husband.

His newly granted authority yields shivers up his spine. He's in a state of a drunken stupor power trip and heightened virility, the likes of which he's never had. 'Where have you been all my life,' he says to himself.

Jen also gets a thrill from her already being primed from being bossed around earlier by Rowan. The way her husband so naturally took up command, and she the hapless wanton tart, excited her no end. The magical possibilities seemed endless. 'Just wait till I get to turn the tables on these two lowly males,' she imagines. Meanwhile, she'll play the compliant harlot.

Paul delivered in a self-congratulatory tone, "69! Him on top, so I can see his asshole. And wifey, diligently sucking him off. Now move!," 'Oh! This is getting better,' he thinks.

The nascent lovers assume their dictated places, and begin the mutually oral pleasing. He admired the contrast between the toned hairy assed young buck, with a set of heavily sagging bag of balls, and the cherubic softness of his very own wife's. Paul began to harden once more as he watched the handsome interloper drill his cock between her clamping lips.

"Ummm, delicious, you two, but now for something else. Man-ho', on your back. Lecherous women, mount him, and guide his cock within your shameful, scarlet-lettered pussy. Make sure I see his insertion clearly," both of Paul's heads are now quite swollen from the power he exerts on his marital partner and her strapping hung homewrecker.

Paul decides to take a more active role in this affair. He walks up to the conspiring couple and stands over them. Jen stops and holds Rowan's spit-slick cock still, looks up, and awaits further instructions from her extramarital enabling husband. He grimaces at her while raising his hand high up. He waits till he sees the trepidation reflect in her eyes, then swoops down to swat her right cheek with a loud smack. At first, she jumps from the pain, then curls her mouth into an evil grin. 'D'ang', he realizes, 'she likes that! One to take note on in a future fuck.

"Owww! That hurt," Jen says with indignation.

"Don't you dare speak like that to me, or I'll have more than half a mind to do it again, and harder! Keep fucking him, and mind your place woman!," indignation now palpable in his deliberation.

Paul decides to simmer down the contentious atmosphere. He sits back on the Queen Anne, relegating himself to a mere observer. After Jen relaxes, she recalls her yearnings for another orgasm, and continues riding Rowan. She's close to her second. All Jen has to do is grind her clit against Rowan's mast a few times to reach another crashing of pleasure. Visible quakes radiated in waves throughout her entire body. Her breasts are sore from the surge of bliss. After her head clears a bit, she resumes posting on Rowan.

Still seated, Paul leans forwards towards the action to get a closer at the juncture of the lover's hammering loins. He licks his lips at the lewdness of how her cunt lips hold fast to Rowan's shaft, moving in and out as she rises and falls. Paul sees Rowan's balls constricting as one, and retracting to his groin. It won't be long until he releases man juice into her writhing cunt.

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The two wail their satisfaction at completion. A white pasty film migrated from Jen's pussy too down his shaft. The combined cum spreads down Rowan's cock, eventually dripping off his balls to the carpet. Each rock of Jen's hips produced more and more... until she comes to a halt, allowing the interlocked lovers to return to the realm of reality.

Paul delivers, "Damn! That's a good creampie money shot. Too bad we didn't film it and sell it on OnlyFans. Would've paid for tonight's drinks, at least," followed by his chortle.

The once copulating couple reluctantly rolled apart. Words could not have adequately express the heights of their satiation. Rowan shifts right to give Jen a peck of thanks on the lips. Both lovers yield tired smiles. Paul admires their sweaty sheens and matted hairdos.

A drenched Rowan huffs, looking at Jen, "Well! Awesome. I guess now it's your turn to play dominatrix du joir Missy. But first, let's rehydrate, then you can do your worst."

Small talk followed, and so did downing ice cooled Bud Light that Rowan pulled from his black fridge. Paul is anxious about what his wife has in store for him. Whatever it is, he's sure it'll be a first. Nothing would temper Jen's burning enthusiasm for the lurid inter-pay she'll insist upon between her husband and their bisexual mystery man. Paul was not mollified by the diabolical grin taking shape on her lips. He dismisses his doubts and convinces himself that it'll be pleasurable, either way. Another emptied 20 ounce can of liquid courage helped.

Jen next asserts her domineering dominion, "Enough chit-chat boys. Time to GET DOWN... to business. Good thing I'm here to 'out' you two part-time homo's once and for all. Husband dearest, since you were the first to fuck ME, I'm going to make you fuck HIM first," both men's eyebrows raise. Rowen smiles from her next statement, "Rowan, or whatever your real name is, get your sorry butt draped over that fancy couch of yours, buns up high!"

She elaborated her plan for Paul in a thinly veiled baby doll voice, "And Paul, please place yourself behind him, and start licking his ass, just like you did to me. I wanna see body hairs stand on end from the tease...," then she switches to a low grumbling cadence when Paul hesitates, "Paul!"

Rowan takes his position bent over the couch. Paul tentatively saunters up to Rowan from the rear, takes an unconfident stare at his muscular butt, and looks at his spouse for assurance, "Go on. You know you want to. Now's your chance. Lick'em good."

Paul had never more than a fleeting desire for male-on-male, until today. With his spouse's clear directive, he lowers his face down to Row's ass split, "Wait!," Jen calls, "First sniff his crack and balls, and show me you like it."

The nervous husband puts his nose in the middle of Rowan's cleft, right where his hidden a-hole should be, "spread those taut cheeks, and reveal his pulsating hole."

Paul takes a big inhale, and is instantly hooked on the sweaty and acrid musky aroma. He releases Rowan's cheeks and goes even lower - first his taint, then, the back of his low sagging nut-sack. Paul's eyes close with another long, slow inhale. He's already drunk from the intoxicating scents."

"Lick up his butt crack, and take your time. Yes, that's hot! Oh, to see my closeted bi hubby so entranced by manly, testosterone-laced odor... Hmmm, now down the same way. All the way to his balls. I can't believe this is the supposed first time you're doing this. It sure won't be the last!," she chides through her wicked smirk.

"Let's get to the main course, shall we," Paul is astounded at the ease to which she has embraced her inner dominatrix, "Rowan. On the floor. Doggy... Darling, please spit lube your cock. I'm coming over to pull his ass open for your insertion."

Jen flanks the left side of Rowan, bends closer to his ass, so her face is in ideal viewing position. She brings all her splayed fingers to the middle of Rowan's buttocks, and pulls his cheeks apart. She greatly admires the firmness of his flesh resisting her tug.

When Rowan's crinkled winking asshole is revealed to her, she gasps, "Damn! That's a fine looking fuck hole. Bring your hardon over here, my love... Closer." She marvels at how Rowan's asshole so obediently absorbs Paul's pulsating dick head, "you know what to do next."

Both boys moan, more intensely the more Paul pushes his staff into Rowan. Finally, it disappears entirely within his dark back alley. Paul's other head tilts upwards as he embraces the novel feeling of exacting sodomy. He instinctively begins to oscillate back and forth, groaning with each round trip. The most intense pleasure is on the upswing, when his flared mushroom tip's ridge is in full contact of Rowan's constricting hole he will soon batter with his cock.

Jen moves behind her husband to as close as possible to see the interface between marauding dick and receiving hole. The temptation to fondle both sets of tightening balls becomes irresistible. She reaches forth and squeezes the dangling bulbs. She muses how good it feels to have such power to manipulate the action to her will. Jen then pulls Rowan's swinging shaft downward. She starts to slide one hand up and down it, while the other cradles his balls. She receives a particularly audible low growl from Rowan, giving her yet more validation of her superiority. It makes her feel good to get confirmation that she's also providing pleasure to him.

Paul's pace suddenly accelerates. Jen was unprepared for it, and gets knocked in her nose from Paul's frenzied reciprocations. He's now rutting Ro like a runaway piston. She sucks her finger in her mouth, and removes it with a pop. She surreptitiously inserts it in Paul's behind, and wiggles it, smiling to herself, knowing that unbeknownst to him, his ass is being prepped. With Paul pushing back against her finger, and his dick jackhammering Rowan, Jen has to apply the brakes on the scrumptious activity, before it gets too heated. She stands up and braces her husband's pelvis with her right hand, pausing the union of the two men.

"Hold off, Paul. I don't want you coming so fast this way. You're now gonna get your cummies ejected when Rowan pounds YOUR ass, then comes in it.The two wail their satisfaction at completion. A white pasty film migrated from Jen's pussy too down his shaft. The combined cum spreads down Rowan's cock, eventually dripping off his balls to the carpet. Each rock of Jen's hips produced more and more... until she comes to a halt, allowing the interlocked lovers to return back to the realm of reality.

Paul delivers, "Damn! That's a good creampie money shot. Too bad we didn't film it and sell it on OnlyFans. Would've paid for tonight's drinks, at least," followed by his chortle.

The once copulating couple reluctantly rolled apart. Words could not have adequately express the heights of their satiation. Rowan shifts right to give Jen a peck of thanks on the lips. Both lovers yield tired smiles. Paul admires their sweaty sheens and matted hairdos.

A drenched Rowan huffs, looking at Jen, "Well! Awesome. I guess now it's your turn to play dominatrix du joir Missy. But first, let's rehydrate, then you can do your worst."

Small talk followed, and so did downing ice cooled Bud Light that Rowan pulled from his black fridge. Paul is anxious about what his wife has in store for him. Whatever it is, he's sure it'll be a first. Nothing would temper Jen's burning enthusiasm for the lurid inter-pay she'll insist upon between her husband and their bisexual mystery man. Paul was not mollified by the diabolical grin taking shape on her lips. He dismisses his doubts and convinces himself that it'll be pleasurable, either way. Another emptied 20 ounce can of liquid courage helped.

Jen next asserts her domineering dominion, "Enough chit-chat boys. Time to GET DOWN... to business. Good thing I'm here to 'out' you two part-time homo's once and for all. Husband dearest, since you were the first to fuck ME, I'm going to make you fuck HIM first," both men's eyebrows raise. Rowen smiles from her next statement, "Rowan, or whatever your real name is, get your sorry butt draped over that fancy couch of yours, buns up high!"

She elaborated her plan for Paul in a thinly veiled baby doll voice, "And Paul, please place yourself behind him, and start licking his ass, just like you did to me. I wanna see body hairs stand on end from the tease...," then she switches to a low grumbling cadence when Paul hesitantes, "Paul!"

Rowan takes his position bent over the couch. Paul tentatively saunters up to Rowan from the rear, takes an unconfident stare at his muscular butt, and looks at his spouse for assurance, "Go on. You know you want to. Now's your chance. Lick'em good."

Paul had never more than a fleeting desire for male-on-male, until today. With his spouse's clear directive, he lowers his face down to Row's ass split, "Wait!," Jen calls, "First sniff his crack and balls, and show me you like it."

The nervous husband puts his nose in the middle of Rowan's cleft, right where his hidden a-hole should be, "spread those taut cheeks, and reveal his pulsating hole."

Paul takes a big inhale, and is instantly hooked on the sweaty and acrid musky aroma. He releases Rowan's cheeks and goes even lower - first his taint, then, the back of his low sagging nut-sack. Paul's eyes close with another long, slow inhale. He's already drunk from the intoxicating scents."

"Lick up his butt crack, and take your time. Yes, that's hot! Oh, to see my closeted bi hubby so entranced by manly, testosterone-laced odor... Hmmm, now down the same way. All the way to his balls. I can't believe this is the supposed first time you're doing this. It sure won't be the last!," she chides through her wicked smirk.

"Let's get to the main course, shall we," Paul is astounded at the ease to which she has embraced her inner dominatrix, "Rowan. On the floor. Doggy... Darling, please spit lube your cock. I'm coming over to pull his ass open for your insertion."

Jen flanks the left side of Rowan, bends closer to his ass so her face is in ideal viewing position. She brings all her splayed fingers to the middle of Rowan's buttocks, and pulls his cheeks apart. She greatly admires the firmness of his flesh resisting her tug.

When Rowan's crinkled winking asshole is revealed to her, she gasps, "Damn! That's a fine looking fuck hole. Bring your hardon over here, my love... Closer." She marvels at how Rowan's asshole so obediently absorbs Paul's pulsating dick head, "you know what to do next."

Both boys moan, more intensely the more Paul pushes his staff into Rowan. Finally, it disappears entirely within his dark back alley. Paul's other head tilts upwards as he embraces the novel feeling of exacting sodomy. He instinctively begins to oscillate back and forth, groaning with each round trip. The most intense pleasure is on the upswing, when his flared mushroom tip's ridge is in full contact of Rowan's constricting hole he will soon batter with his cock.

Jen moves behind her husband to as close as possible to see the interface between marauding dick and receiving hole. The temptation to fondle both sets of tightening balls becomes irresistible. She reaches forth and squeezes the dangling bulbs. She muses how good it feels to have such power to manipulate the action to her will. Jen then pulls Rowan's swinging shaft downward. She starts to slide one hand up and down it, while the other cradles his balls. She receives a particularly audible low growl from Rowan, giving her yet more validation of her superiority. It makes her feel good to get confirmation that she's also providing pleasure to him.

Paul's pace suddenly accelerates. Jen was unprepared for it, and gets knocked in her nose from Paul's frenzied reciprocations. He's now rutting Ro like a runaway piston. She sucks her finger in her mouth, and removes it with a pop. She surreptitiously inserts it in Paul's behind, and wiggles it, smiling to herself knowing that unbeknownst to him, his ass is being prepped. With Paul pushing back against her finger, and his dick jackhammering Rowan, Jen has to apply the brakes on the scrumptious activity, before it gets too heated. She stands up and braces her husband's pelvis with her right hand, pausing the union of the two men.

"Hold off, Paul. I don't want you coming so fast this way. You're now gonna get your cummies ejected when Rowan pounds YOUR ass, then comes in it. Now get on your back, legs spread, butt on top of this pillow... Good. Rowan, are more apropos, man-ho extraordinaire, take him! I wanna see his cum spurt high in the air when you batter his 'p-spot'."

Jen positions herself on her knees behind Rowan. She quickly gives Rowan a backwards blow job to lube his cock for impaling her husband's ass. She gets Rowan to crouch between Paul's legs, and guides his glorious tumescence up against Paul's nether hole. Paul grimaces at first contact, but then relaxes to facilitate the insertion. The trepidation and initial discomfort at being stretched for the first time gradually subsides, and Paul's anal resistance does the same.

Paul can't believe how pleasurable he finds it to get fucked up the ass by a guy. He's actually enjoying the relinquishing of control and being a bottom. Rowan's smooth gliding cock is rubbing against the bundles of pleasurable erogenous zones within his rectum and anus. Paul's own cock is gyrating with each authoritative thrust from Rowan. That's keeping his dick as hard as possible, stimulating the head as it roughly flops against his pubes.

Rowan is feeling Paul's silky walls alternately grip and release his cock head. The divine friction and squeezing is igniting Ro's senses. He holds fast onto the base of Paul's shaft to use as a fulcrum. Of the many assholes he's had the pleasure of plundering, Paul's constricting married virgin hole outshines them all. It won't be long till his "O #2" occurs.

Jen senses the pending dual male climaxes, and preemptively hops onto her husband's face, She grinds her sodden v-j-j down onto him while tweaking, then pulling her engorged nipples. They're so excited it's almost painful, but puts her in a tantric aura. She forcibly replaces Rowan's hand on hubby's pistol with hers. She tilts forward towards Rowan and applies a hungry French kiss onto his panting mouth.