Watching Amanda

Matt groaned as he felt the urge to get more dirty, to put on more of a show and make Amanda feel more filthy. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, and as Peter watched, the younger man pushed himself onto his knees, sliding his cock out of Amanda's soaked and stretched cunt which leaked a copious amount of her juices, and grabbed the base of his equally glistening shaft.

"Watch this Pete, your filthy wife loves it," Matt grinned as he rubbed the heavy round head of his cock on Amanda's clit before he lifted it with a deft movement of his hand and slapped it down on the sensitive nub not once, but twice.

Amanda instantly cried out as she felt the weight hit against her, a jolt of primal delight exploding deep inside, followed by another and another as Matt started to slip his cock against her puffy swollen and red lips, rubbing his sticky cock on them between lifting it and bringing the thick warm fleshy pole down with a satisfying slap.

"Oh fuck!" Peter gasped loudly as he lost it, totally unable to contain the orgasm he'd been desperately holding back. He could hear the sounds of Matt's big cock slapping on Amanda's cunt and clit, and even see his huge member when he lifted it, his wife's juices coating the entire length. It was simply too much.

Three spurts of thick cum erupted from the tip of Peter's cock, firing straight up into the air and falling back down to land on his pot belly and thighs, sticking like warm goo to his flesh as he felt first the elation of orgasm, but then the inevitable sense of inferiority that he'd cum after just a few minutes of watching Matt fucking Amanda whilst the young man showed no sign of even being close yet.

"Your husband just made a mess on himself Mandy," Matt laughed as he turned his attention from the older man back to his lover, filling her in on the news since she had her eyes closed tight whilst the last remnants of the orgasm washed over her. In truth he was saying the words just as much to humiliate Peter as he was to excite the man's wife.

Amanda had been blissfully unaware that her husband had just shot his load until Matt had announced it so openly. She was lost in her own pleasure filled world, but hearing those words made her open her eyes and look across. She saw the dollops of cum on him as he slumped in the chair breathing hard, and it made her feel both aroused and disappointed at how quickly he'd finished.

"I'll tell you something, your insatiable wife is wearing me out. Go get me a drink Pete," Matt said. It wasn't a request.

Peter felt a pulse of humiliation as he always did when the young man gave him an order. It was the confident way Matt spoke, not even contemplating that he'd say no, just assuming Peter would do as he was told.

"What do you want?" Peter asked, pushing himself off the chair, his small cock shriveled now and hanging limply between his thighs, the cum still clinging to his flesh doggedly though.

"Glass of juice. Make it orange," Matt, ever health conscious, said dismissively, not even looking at Peter.

The older man took a second to admire his sexy wife as she lay there, thighs spread wide open with her muscular young lover between them, his cock still rock hard and throbbing as he prepared to give her another good hard fucking whilst he'd been dispatched on an errand to get him refreshments.

"Oh, and Pete," Matt said before just as Peter got to the open door of the bedroom, halting him on the spot.

"Yes?" Peter asked, turning to look back inquiringly.

"Clean yourself up whilst you're at it, you're a real mess," Matt laughed.

Peter felt his face redden a little at the comment. He hesitated, taking another longing look at Amanda who didn't return it, then left the room and headed down the staircase. Behind him he could hear muffled voices and the bed creaking as Matt and Amanda embraced again, or at least he assumed that is what was happening.

Once downstairs in the kitchen again, Peter quickly grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured in some orange dilute and water. With Matt's drink prepared, he grabbed some sheets of kitchen roll and scooped up the cum from his punched belly and thighs.

Whilst he did these things, all Peter could think of was his wife up in their bedroom with her young lover. Watching her get fucked like that had been amazing, but now he was alone he felt the familiar sensation of humiliation that often accompanied such things. It wasn't necessarily a terrible feeling, in fact in a perverse way it was thrilling, but it was there all the same.

He wondered what Matt was doing to her now? From here he couldn't hear much, but in his head he could imagine all sorts. Secretly he hoped that the young student was making Amanda suck his cock. Peter got off hugely from that, watching his wife wrap her mouth around a hard shaft that had just been inside her, glistening with her juices, the flavours of which would fill her mouth. It was something she'd never do with him, only when ordered to by a more assertive and dominant man.

If he'd been younger such a thought may have made him hard again, but his age and general lack of fitness didn't allow for such a quick turn around any more, it would be a good while before he recovered enough after his climax to have a second round. Of course that didn't mean he didn't intend to keep watching the on-going show.

A few minutes after he'd been dismissed to get Matt a drink, Peter returned to the bedroom. He quietly slipped in again and without a word placed the glass onto the bedside table, then slipped back over to his chair to watch once more.

As he did, Peter couldn't help but notice that Matt and his wife were in an entirely new position than they'd been in when he'd left. Now Amanda was laid out on her front, she had her arse lifted and Peter realised that there were two pillows under her hips to elevate her crotch. He groaned inwardly when he looked and saw it was his pillows, the ones he rested his head on each night, that were being used to aid her fucking by another man.

With Amanda thus positioned, Matt was lying on top of her, his big muscular body covering her smaller, slim one almost entirely. He was resting his weight on his elbows, and clearly had his hands under Amanda's chest, his big hands cupping her breasts as he pinned her to the mattress.

What Peter could see clearly of his wife was her legs and feet, they were apart with Matt between between them, and Amanda had her knees bent, meaning her feet were up in the air, her toes curled in pleasure as Matt ground his hips in slow circles, moving his big cock within her stretched cunt.

"You like that, Mandy? You dirty slut," Matt growled into her ear playfully but with an edge in his voice which brought a loud positive groan from Amanda's lips in response.

"Yes," Amanda said into the mattress, her face pressed against it as Matt pulled his hips back slowly and then pushed them forwards again, sliding his shaft out and into her wet, soft passage.

"Louder Mandy, so Pete can hear you," Matt ordered as he gave her another slightly harder thrust, this one making the bed creak.

"Yes!" Amanda said much more vocally this time, lifting her head to get the words out clearly then dropping her face back to the mattress.

She felt so submissive in this position. Her body was totally under Matt's control, she couldn't move as his weight held her down and he could do anything he wanted to her. It was so exciting to give up so much power to a man half her age, but more so knowing her husband was watching her do it.

Peter swallowed hard as he watched Matt start to move his hips back and forth in a steady but building rhythm, each stroke driving his hard cock deep into Amanda. He wished he could get hard again himself and stroke his cock once more as he admired the incredibly filthy scene that was happening before his eyes, but that wasn't going to happen at the moment.

"Take it Mandy, take my big cock!" Matt grunted as he sped up his thrusts over the next few minutes, the springs of the bed complaining at the treatment they were getting as the young man drove his hips forwards, pumping his thick shaft into Amanda's cunt as his crotch collided into her round arse cheeks.

"Oh my God! Give it to me hard!" Amanda cried out as she felt the overwhelming pleasure of being abused in such a dominant way. She could feel her juices dripping from her cunt with every thrust into her Matt made, soaking the pillows under her, the fact they were Peter's adding to her sense of perverse delight.

Matt didn't disappoint her. He'd been fucking Amanda in one way or another for roughly twenty minutes now and yet he still had the energy to carry on with his hard, penetrating thrusts. He was driving his hips in long and deep strokes, his cock sliding three quarters of the way out of her burning and well used passage before slamming fully inside again, getting sheathed in her loving and eager embrace.

Whilst he pounded his hips, Matt started to squeeze her breasts too now, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh. Amanda had never felt anything so good in her life as she did in that moment, especially when he took her erect nipple between his thumbs and forefinger and gave a tweak which quickly evolved into a twist of the sensitive eraser like nubs.

"Fuck baby yes! Play with my nipples! Oh shit I'm going to cum again! Please don't stop!" Amanda squealed as she felt the pleasure exploding through her body and building yet again towards a crescendo as her young lover expertly toyed with her breasts whilst continuing to slam his cock into her aching cunt.

"Look at your husband," Matt growled as he felt Amanda's body tremble under his, her arse cheeks and thighs quivering with every stroke he made with his hips, his shaft sliding deeply into her dripping hole with ease and pushing her to the brink.

Amanda felt her young lover's right hand leave her chest and moved slightly under her prone, pinned body until his fingers grabbed her chin and forced her to turn her face towards where Peter was sitting.

She moaned loudly when she saw him there, the man she loved fondling his small limp cock in a desperate attempt to get it hard again whilst a man half his age fucked her silly whilst he watched. She couldn't help but compare and contrast their performances in that instance, although there really wasn't any comparison at all.

"Good girl, now fucking cum for me!" Matt ordered with gleefulness. He was getting towards his own end now finally, and as he did he was really dialing up the things that got him excited. He was also speeding up his thrusts, putting all the energy and eagerness his fit young body could muster into every one.

Amanda obeyed the order almost instantly. It wasn't difficult, she was on the verge of another mind-blowing, body rocking climax already before Matt had even said the words, but hearing her dominant lover tell her to cum, whilst she was being made to look at her husband at the time, easily pushed her over the edge.

Peter watched, enthralled and almost hyperventilating, as Amanda was brought to yet another huge orgasm by Matt's prowess and power. Her face contorted into a mask of pleasure as the younger man slammed his hips back and forth, pulling his hands from under Amanda's body and pushing himself up now, to add extra leverage for his thrusts, driving his big cock harder into her spasming cunt as more of her juices spilled onto the pillows under her crotch, keeping them elevated to aid his assault.

"Fuck! I'm going to fill this wet cunt with cum!" Matt said through gritted teeth as he hammered into Amanda, who cried out her approval at the prospect, her knuckles white as she clung onto the bed sheets whilst the waves of orgasmic delight rushed through her body and fogged her mind.

"Yes baby! Yes!" Amanda exclaimed over and over between the gasps for breath and general cries spilling from her lips. It was a symphony of pleasure. Matt the conductor, Amanda the instrument and Peter the appreciative audience.

Peter couldn't believe that his wife could have another orgasm of such intensity after the previous two. It was of course ridiculous to think that way, especially given that he'd seen her have more in one fuck session previously, but in all twenty years of their marriage he'd never brought about more than one climax in his wife. Often he'd not even achieved that feat.

He felt a momentary sensation of inferiority, but that was overshadowed by his delight at how much pleasure Amanda was experiencing at the hands of her lover, or one of them at least. As he always did in these moments, Peter felt a swell of pleasure that he'd taken the plunge to embrace the cuckold life, for both their sake.

Whilst he was thinking such things, the action on the bed was coming to its inevitable conclusion. Amanda could feel the strength of Matt's thrusts growing but the speed slowing as he reached his peak. It was something she knew well, and a clear sign he was about to dump his thick creamy seed into her.

Despite it meaning the end of this wonderful pleasure, it was also a relief. Amanda was exhausted after such an intense workout, her body was dripping in sweat and aching, not that she'd ever complain. Now she just had that last intense and ultimately intimate moment to come.

"Arrgh! Fuck!" Matt finally yelled as he thrust his hips forwards one last time, driving all almost 8 inches of his throbbing cock inside Amanda as his balls tightened and emptied into the mature woman's stretched cunt.

Peter had shot three small spurts, Matt doubled that in both quantities, number and volume. His cock pulsed and released jet after thick sticky jet of cum deeply into Amanda who moaned and begged quietly for him to give her every drop, her eyes fixed on her husband as she took another man's seed.

By the time Matt had deposited all he had, Amanda was full. Even when they were young and first married, Peter had never been able to provide such a quantity as Amanda's current lover, and she felt a tremor pass through her body as she felt the warmth of all that cum inside her, mixing with her own copious juices, making a potent combination that had only one place to go when the thick cock was no longer holding it all inside.

"Fuck, that was good," Matt grinned as he pulled his remarkably still somewhat stiff cock out of Amanda, who moaned contentedly.

As soon as he was out of her, Amanda felt the warm air touch her gaping hole, soothing her red, swollen lips. She shuddered at the sensation and quickly felt the movement of the goo inside her well used passage as it slid towards its escape route.

In the corner, Peter sat calming down. He couldn't take his eyes off his wife, his thoughts all on the cum that was filling her cunt. He loved this moment, just after she'd been pumped full, and glowing in the aftermath. It made him feel good, aroused and proud all at once.

Whilst the couple were lost in their own thoughts, Matt was taking a long drink of the orange juice that he'd sent Peter to get him as he'd fucked Amanda. It tasted good, a refreshing culmination to his efforts. He was awash with the unmatched feelings that came from an orgasm, that wonderful few moments where everything seems brighter and better.

"I'm going to use your shower Pete. Got a lecture I need to attend in an hour, and I can't do that reeking of your wife, now can I?" Matt announced before he finished the glass.

Amanda giggled at hearing that, suddenly imagining her young lover surrounded by all those other students in a lecture all whilst the smell of her cunt radiated from him. She felt some of his cum, mixed with her own juices dribble out from her cunt as she moved too, spilling down onto the pillows under her hips and staining them.

"Yes Matt," Peter said automatically in response to the comment.

"Oh whilst I'm getting cleaned up, take some pictures of Mandy for me. I want to show them off to Danny and make him jealous," Matt chuckled and winked at the other man before he casually walked out of the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom humming to himself happily.

"I will," Peter called after him as the younger nan left the room, not even attempting to argue with his order, or objecting to what Amanda's lover would be doing with the photos.

Amanda didn't say anything. She just lay there on her stomach, recovering from the ravishing her body had taken and enjoying the sight of Matt's toned arse and thighs as he walked away to get washed, ready to depart for his University.

For the next ten minutes, as Matt stood under the warm soothing water in the shower, Peter took a series of filthy pictures of Amanda just as he'd been told to do.

"How does it look down there?" Amanda asked as she spread her thighs wide with her husband pointing his camera between them from the bottom of the bed, aiming the lense at her leaking cunt.

"Messy," Peter replied as he snapped a few images of the thick goo dribbling out of her and slowly plopping onto the already soaked pillow still under her hips, keeping them up.

"I'm not surprised, that boy filled me with so much cum I thought my eyeballs would be swimming," Amanda joked, feeling in a particularly good mood after experiencing so much pleasure over the course of the last half hour.

Peter didn't reply, he just took a few more pictures of his wife in various positions, much as he had the night before. Only then her lover hadn't just fucked her silly and wasn't showering off afterwards across the hallway.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Amanda asked conversationally as she rolled over onto her back, caressing her breasts absently with her hands. She had a gleeful look in her eyes as she saw the expression on Peter's face as he moved around her on the bed, looking for the best spots to stand and angles to obediently fulfill his instruction.

"I loved it," Peter said with a smile as he set his camera down and leaned over his wife, giving her a kiss which she returned.

"Good. But God that boy wore me out," Amanda sighed happily as she let her head fall back onto the pillows not under her arse and not splattered with a combination of her own juices and someone other than her husband's cum.

"I'd suggest you take a nap then, because Danny will probably rush over after his last lecture today when I show him those pictures," Matt half joked with a smirk as he confidently walked back into the bedroom totally nude, not even a towel wrapped around his waist to cover himself.

"Oh God, I'll not be able to stand up tomorrow," Amanda laughed. Peter merely smiled, not feeling his input was needed or particularly wanted.

"I'm sure you'll manage. Now if you'll excuse me I need to catch a bus back to Uni. It was great seeing you though," Matt said after he'd dressed.

"Don't forget your photos," Amanda reminded him, blowing a kiss as the young man stood in the doorway and winked at her.

"Don't worry, Pete will send them to me while I'm heading back, won't you?" Matt inquired, giving the older man a cocky grin and chuckling when he nodded. With that Matt walked out, leaving the married couple alone.

"I don't know about you but I could do with a bit of relaxation," Amanda said as she lay on their bed contentedly a few minutes later, just enjoying the sensations of the post-sex comedown.

"Me too," Peter replied, climbing on the bed and snuggling up with his wife. This was another part of their lifestyle he lived for, their reconnection afterwards.

"Just one thing before you get any other ideas," Amanda said as she felt his hands caress her breasts tentatively whilst he nuzzled her neck and planted soft kisses on her skin. She could also feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her hip, obviously he'd had enough time to recover and no doubt seeing her cunt full of cum had helped arouse him too.