Wife Joins In on the Prank Ch. 04

She twisted at the waist to face Tucker. Then, grabbed him by the chin and planted a long, lingering french kiss on him. I panned the video over her exposed pussy, flawless torso and breasts and focused in on their mouths.

Tucker, meanwhile, had been undoing his pants. By the time they broke the kiss, he was pulling them down, along with his underwear.

He withdrew his erection from his underwear with the care of a samurai unsheathing his sword. All of us looked at it. I zoomed the video to get a close up. It was a bit longer than mine, and perhaps a bit slimmer with a pronounced head. The bulbous girth of his fat cock head gave his erection an almost magical quality. Like a magic wand, or Rudolph's nose.

Krista let out a satisfied sigh and looked for a long moment. "Lose the shirt, stud." Tucker lifted the shirt over his head with a quick motion, revealing his tan, muscled physique.

Krista reached her hand out and took hold of his erection. Then she reached out with the other hand and took hold of mine. She looked at me. "This has always been a fantasy of mine," she said, probably not in character.

She stroked both of our cocks in unison for a moment before she let go of Tucker's. Then she got back on all fours, her face at my crotch.

"You can fuck me now, Tuck." She looked up into my eyes and gave me another wink. I wasn't sure what that wink was worth.

"Have I told you I love your cock, Joe?" she said before taking my penis back in her mouth. Somehow the fact that she called me Joe was reassuring. It signaled that the ruse was still on and this was part of her plan.

Krista's lips slid down the length of my erection, but my eyes were on Tucker. He was avoiding eye contact with me. I wasn't sure if it was because he was self-conscious about having his cock out. Or because he was about to fuck my wife in front of me.

He positioned himself behind her. With one hand he squeezed her ass. He stroked himself with the other. The head of his cock was right next to her engorged pussy as he masturbated himself. He snarled his lip as he looked down at my wife's cunt and ass spread open for him.

The suspicion and paranoia swirled violently in my brain. My inner monologue was in a screaming match with itself.

Was the prank on me all along? Maybe my wife and the sales guys had been fucking each other since the trade show in Vegas. And they invented this whole thing so they could keep doing it right in front of me. Maybe Theo didn't even fucking exist.

I couldn't disprove any of that. But I knew I loved my wife. And I felt with all of my heart that she loved me back just as hard. If she were to betray me like that, it would kill me.

Half my brain said I should not trust her. I was being played for a fool. The other half said she's been honest with me at every step. Checked with me. She's done all this, in part, because she thinks it turns me on. And it does. This has been the most arousing day of my life.

I made my decision. If she was going to rip my heart out, I was going to let her. I loved her that much. I may lose everything, but I'd rather risk it by going all in on my wife than by falsely accusing her.

Tucker's fingers vanished into the crevice of my wife's ass. With his other hand, he held his long cock and pointed his thick mushroom head between her legs. He wiggled and pushed forward and his cock disappeared from my view.

Was he only acting, so he slid his dick between her thighs? Or had he slipped it inside her cunt? I did not know. He backed out a bit and then pushed forward again until his thighs pressed against her.

"Oh, Tuck, you fill me up so good!" Krista exclaimed. I had been so focused on Tucker, I had momentarily forgotten my wife was blowing me, until I felt the cold air on my wet dick where her mouth had been.

Tucker put his hands on her hips and slowly backed up, then pressed forward again. She grunted as he bottomed out. He continued to thrust into her slowly but firmly.

She stroked my cock and looked into my eyes while Tucker found his rhythm. I looked back into hers with everything I had.

Then she refocused on my dick, puckered her lips and spat on my shaft. A blob of spittle landed near my cock head. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, then pulled my cock away, leaving a string of saliva. She slapped my cock repeatedly onto her outstretched tongue.

Then she slid her lips all the way down my shaft until I felt the back of her throat. She paused and pushed against the barrier until she gagged. She slid back up until my head popped out and she spit on it again, this time with more fluid.

"Is this nasty enough for you, Joe?" she looked up at me with watery eyes. "Is this the kind of slut you thought I was?"

She took me back in her mouth about half way, squeezed my balls and shook her head from side to side. As appealing as the visual feast before me was, I couldn't help but close my eyes and get lost in the feeling. I wasn't ready to cum but I melted into it and experienced almost the same feeling as an orgasm without ejaculating.

My wife's grunting brought my eyes open again. Tucker was pounding into her pretty intensely now. With each thrust, his thighs clapped against her ass and her body lurched forward.

"Oh fuck, that's so good," Krista said. "Harder, Tuck." He increased the force, ramming harder into her.

She repositioned and bent my cock down so it was pointing straight at her. It was uncomfortable for a second, but felt better as soon as she replaced her mouth. Now, each of Tucker's thrusts shoved her mouth deeper onto my cock.

She needed both hands on the floor to support herself against Tucker's onslaught. I held the phone in one hand and used the other to point my cock into her mouth.

We shared a rhythm. It felt incredible. Before long, I couldn't help but rock my hips in the opposite direction. My first thrust caught her by surprise and she gagged. But she welcomed my next thrust and suddenly, I was fucking my wife's face while she was getting railed from behind.

A minute later, Krista made a muffled shriek around my shaft. I pulled out.

"Don't stop, Tuck," she croaked. "You're hitting my G-spot," she managed between difficult breaths. "You're gonna make me come on your cock."

Tucker didn't change a thing, just continued to smoothly piston into her. I noticed how sweaty he'd become. I zoomed in on her face as her eyes closed and her expression scrunched. She scowled and the muscles in her neck and back tensed. Then she released a guttural grunt and shivered.

She was either exceptional at faking, or that was a real orgasm.

I set the phone face down on the couch and took her head in my hands. Tucker had slowed his pace, but didn't stop. I kissed my wife on the lips and she tongued me back needily.

I broke the kiss after a long while and she looked up lovingly into my eyes. Tucker took that as a cue to resume his aggressive thrusting.

"Krista, I'm so close," Tucker said. I picked up the phone off the couch, still holding Krista's cheek with my other hand.

"Good," she said. "Come inside me, Tuck." She winked again. My heart thumped and my scalp tingled.

"Oh fuck," he said. He grabbed her waist tightly and began to slam into her with alarming force. Her face registered surprised but she seemed determined to weather it. His assault lasted a long minute during which her eyes never left mine.

Tucker gritted his teeth and panted loudly through several more thrusts. Then he growled and pressed his body into my wife. His abs flexed impressively as his body shuddered. His hips twitched into her repeatedly.

A look of satisfaction came over Krista's face. Tucker looked like he might pass out. Instead, he caught his breath and slowly backed away.

His cock came into view. It was glistening and still hard as steel. I wasn't sure what those clues revealed. Was it slick from his sperm and her cunt juice? Or from sweat and the secretions of her arousal that had no doubt been dripping down her legs? Was his enduring erection a sign that his climax was faked? Or was he an Adonis, ready to go again after depositing his seed inside my wife's womb?

Tucker stood and before he had a chance to pull his pants up, Rob was trying to take his place. He sank to his knees next to Krista and was furiously wanking his dick.

"No!" I said, with more authority than I expected to hear from myself. I said it loud enough that everyone stopped and looked at me. I tossed the phone to the couch. "She's mine," I said.

Krista's face melted into a smile. "Yes, babe." She sat up and moved on to my lap to embrace me. My nose was filled with the musky floral scent of her perfume.

I whipped off Joe's shirt and embraced her. I placed her knees around my waist and grabbed her ass while we kissed. My hard dick felt great trapped between our naked bodies.

Krista reached down between us to feel my shaft. She sat up high on her knees and aimed my cock towards her pussy. The head of my erection easily parted her slick lips. She sank down and sheathed herself in a single stroke. Her cunt was absolutely drenched.

She began to rise and fall along the length of my cock. Despite how wet she was, the grip of her tight warm pussy felt incredible.

"Did you like that show?" she asked. I grunted as I grabbed her ass and thrust hard. Her breath caught in her throat as I bottomed out inside her. "Did you see Tuck slide his hard cock deep inside me? Did it look real?"

I started fucking her roughly now. I gripped her ass tightly and slammed her down onto my cock while I thrust into her from below. "Yes, babe, like that," she said between gritted teeth.

"Rob wants his turn so badly." She panted as I pounded her relentlessly. "But who's in charge?"

"Me," I growled. I moved one of my hands to her head and held a fistful of her hair. I brought her face close to mine. Our noses touched and I stared into her eyes as she continued to ride me.

I brought my other hand to her throat. Not to choke her, but to possess her.

"Oh yeah," she purred. "Claim me." I pulled her hair back and she opened her mouth in surprise. I tilted my head and tongued her deeply. She moaned back into my kiss.

I licked my way down her throat to her chest. I groped and devoured her breasts and nipples while she rode my erection.

I was frenzied. I felt out of control. I was usually a gentle lover, but an animalistic lust for her was breaking out of me. And she seemed to be eating it up as she writhed on my lap.

My thirst for her was unquenchable. Her riding felt great, but I needed to be in control. I released my suction on her nipple with an audible pop. Then I pulled her up and off my cock. I held a fist of her hair and looked deeply into her eyes as I lowered her to her knees between my legs.

"Use me," she begged as she stared up into my eyes.

I pushed her face down onto my dripping wet cock. Her hands were already encircling me. I held her hair as she took me deep into her mouth. I let out a roar of pleasure as I pressed my cock into the back of her throat.

After a long moment, I pulled her head off my erection. Krista's eyes were watering and stringy saliva dangled onto her chin as she panted, catching her breath.

Her eyes were ablaze with excitement. I bent down and licked the saliva from her chin. Our tongues tangled. Her mouth tasted of sex.

I was usually turned off by the messy fluids of sex, but at this moment the filthiness of it fueled me. I felt depraved and I wanted to do nasty things with her.

"Tell me what to do," she said.

"Lick my asshole," I demanded. She did not hesitate. I leaned back to give her access and immediately felt her warm tongue against my anus.

The feeling was strange at first and I clenched. She lapped softly at me and I slowly relaxed and eased into it. A calming warmth spread through me.

My wife began to stroke my cock as she rimmed me. I moaned and closed my eyes as she gently licked me.

A feeling of safety washed over me. She was mine and she would do anything for me. My anxiety melted away.

I leaned forward slightly, signaling I was done. She licked up to my scrotum. Then she took one of my balls into her mouth and gently sucked it. It was soft and warm and intimate.

I held her jaw and leaned forward, bringing our mouths together for another dirty kiss.

My cock was incredibly hard, but despite the stimulation I knew I was going to last. I felt powerful. The jealousy had awakened something in me. A kind of dominant force. A need to claim my wife. And she seemed to be craving it. Maybe she had been trying to wake this up in me all along.

I slid off the couch and grabbed her hips, then spun her around so she was on all fours. She knew what I wanted and she struck a pose, arching her back and displaying her pussy for me.

I looked around the room. In my tunnel vision, I had forgotten about our audience. Joe and Tucker were sitting on the edge of the couch, staring intently. Rob was sitting on the floor near Krista's head with his cock in his hand. His pants were nowhere in sight.

I knelt behind my wife and pressed my cock head against her puffy, slippery lips. I slid easily inside and pushed until I was all the way in. Then I began to pound her doggy style.

Rob got to his knees on the opposite end of my wife and stroked his cock in front of her face. My fingers dug into her hips and I fucked her harder.

"That's what I need," she said, I think to me. Then I heard her spit. Rob moved one hand to the top of her head, while he continued to stroke himself with the other.

I was sure he was trying to feed his thick dick into my wife's mouth. I couldn't see if she was taking it or not. I rammed her aggressively, my thighs smacking loudly against her ass. With each thrust, my balls swung forward and slapped against her clit.

Krista let out a muffled moan. I could see Rob thrusting his hips in the opposite direction of mine with a fist of her hair. The sight enraged me. I growled and leaned forward, pushing her shoulders to the ground.

Krista's face was on the carpet now. Rob looked at me with wide eyes but continued to pump his fist along his glistening shaft.

My hand was on the back of Krista's neck, holding her down. I leaned against her ass and used my weight to fuck her even deeper.

"Unghh," she moaned as I pounded her relentlessly. "Show them who I belong to." My other hand found one of her arms and pinned it back by her hip. I pulled on her arm and pushed on her neck and used all my leverage to fuck her as hard as I could.

I grabbed her other arm and crossed them behind her back. I held her wrists together with one hand and slammed into her cunt. My other hand pulled on a fist of hair at the base of her head.

"Yeah," she squeaked. "Just like Tucker fucked me." My balls slapped her clit in a steady rhythm as my shaft drilled her deeply. "Oh fuck," she said, "I'm going to cum."

I felt invincible as my wife climaxed around my cock. I could feel the spasms of her muscles as they squeezed my shaft.

I pulled her upright, so we were both kneeling. I held her by the throat, turned her head to the side and kissed her. "How have you not cum yet?" she mumbled into our kiss.

"Soon," I said. I pulled out of her and pushed her down onto her back. I was manhandling her.

I spread her legs and sank my dick into her again. I fucked her in missionary for a moment, but couldn't penetrate her as deeply as I wanted.

"Fuck me like a slut," she implored.

I sat upright on my knees and put her legs over my shoulders. Her butt was off the ground. I held her hips and thrust into her. I was very deep inside her now and my tight balls tucked into the crack of her ass cheeks with each thrust. It felt amazing and I knew I would come in this position before long.

Rob was kneeling by her head. He reached out and grabbed her tit as he stroked his cock over her face. The sight of him lusting over my wife turned me on so much. He was frantic for her. He wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world. But she was mine. She would fuck him if I asked her to. And she wouldn't fuck him if I told her not to. I felt powerful.

"Grab his balls," I said. They both looked at me with surprise, but Krista quickly complied. She reached up and squeezed Rob's balls in her hand.

"Oh fuck," he said. His fist pumped faster and he groped her breast with abandon. Krista smiled and squeezed harder as Rob began to moan. "I'm going to cum," he said.

Shortly after, a rope of cum shot like a cannon out of his veiny purple cock. I was shocked by the force of it as it spewed across her cheek and all the way down to her stomach. Spurt after spurt followed, coating her tits in his semen.

Krista laughed at the volume of cum that now puddled on her chest and neck. Rob retreated. I was now on the edge of my own climax.

"Sit up!" I told my wife. I pulled out of her and she scrambled to her knees in front of my cock. I stroked my shaft as her big eyes looked up at me. I used my thumb to open her lips and she extended her tongue. Her hand closed around my tight scrotum.

I pressed the head of my cock against her perfect pink tongue as I stroked myself over the edge. My first stream of cum coated her lips and cheek. The next ones landed on her tongue and inside her eager mouth. I unloaded more sperm in her mouth and on her face than I have ever seen come out of my cock in a single day.

She remained perfectly still with her eyes open and her tongue outstretched until I finished. "Don't swallow," I told her.

Then I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up so we were face to face. I looked through her eyes into her soul. The excitement I saw in her expression was reflected back in mine. I felt alive.

Then I leaned in and kissed her. My tongue slipped into her mouth. Her tongue brought a thick load of ejaculate into my mouth. Our tongues twisted and danced in the viscous, salty fluid. It overflowed down our chins as we made out wantonly, surrendering to our depraved instincts.

We broke the kiss and swallowed. Then we embraced, feeling the slick warm fluids between our skin. She laughed and licked the cum from my chin. I laughed as well. Then I used my tongue to lick her face clean.

We sat on the floor in a tight embrace. I sighed as I felt the beating of her heart against my chest. Holy shit, I thought to myself. I fucking love my wife.