The tingling sensation between my legs told me that it wouldn’t be hard to make myself cum, but I couldn’t help but think that even though it would be lovely to orgasm, it would still pale in comparison to what Amanda could offer. With an effort of will, I forced myself to stop touching myself.
I turned my head to look over at Cory, and I let out a breath, trying to compose myself. I felt a tear forming in the corner of my eye, as the realization hit me. Being fucked by Amanda had opened a Pandora’s box, and there was no stopping the nagging thought that if I stayed with Cory, there would always be something missing in my life.
“I love you, and I hope you can forgive me,” I whispered, and leaned closer to his, planting a tender kiss on his cheek. Cory mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, but didn’t wake up. Other than the fact that I would need to break up with Cory the next day, I had no idea what the future held in store for me. It seemed unlikely that I would be able to keep in contact with Amanda and Eric after I broke up with their son. I looked over to the door to the hallway, realizing that the ache between my legs barely had subsided.
If this was to be my last night in this house, I knew I needed one last thing. I needed to see it again. If only to make sure that it hadn’t just been an amazingly erotic dream.
I kept my eyes on Cory, as I slowly got up, and rose from his bed, making sure to make as little sound as I could, lest I wake him up. I suppose I could just tell him I was just coming to bed, but would he believe me? I smiled as I grabbed the hem of the t-shirt, and pulled it up and over my head, discarding it on the floor. I had little use for it where I was going after all.
I then tip toed my way out into the hallway. Thankfully there was a window by the end of it, letting enough light into the house to let me navigate my way towards where I had seen Amanda walk into the bedroom where she and Eric slept.
I ever so slowly opened the door, and peeked inside. I guess I should be happy that it was a cloudless night, so despite it being in the dead of night, there was light enough coming through the windows to give me a look inside.
To my surprise, I could only see Amanda laying on the left side of the bed. She was laying on her back, the bed sheets only covering the lower half of her body. Even though I had seen plenty of her earlier, I was still taken aback by her radiant beauty, her long hair flowing over her pillow, her breasts resting proudly on her chest, so large that even her average sized nipples looked small. Her soft lips were locked in a smile, and for a moment, I stopped, and wondered to myself what she was dreaming about. There was an abnormal bulge in her covers, and even from this distance, I could see Amanda’s cock resting across her left leg.
She looked really peaceful, and I hesitated about going in. A part of me didn’t want to wake her up, but perhaps I could achieve what I set out to, without waking her up? If I just snuck a peek under the covers and then left? In hindsight, I was so eager to get that one last look at her beautiful cock that I didn’t stop to consider where Eric was at that moment, as I opened the door a little further and tip toed my way into the room.
I walked closer and closer, until I stood just beside the bed. This was it. Either I was going to do what I set out to, or I might as well leave the room, so I ever so slowly lifted the covers, and folded them on her far side, laying bare her legs, but most importantly that giant thing she had used so wonderfully on me earlier that evening. Even asleep, resting peacefully, the thing was so beautiful, yet scary.
I admired her shaft for a moment, a part of me knowing I should get out of there, yet even as the thought hit me, I found myself reaching down, softly wrapping my fingers around her member, gently lifting it straight up.
“Oh, god. What am I doing?” I whispered to myself, captivated by the beauty of her cock. As if acting with a will of its own, I felt the thing growing thicker, hardening under my touch. Even though I had seen it fully hard before, I was still taken aback at how much it grew, and before long I was holding a hard cock in my left hand again.
“I can’t believe this is real,” I whispered before I could stop myself, and I bent over the bed, leaning my head close enough to smell it, and it was intoxicating. The rational part of my brain told me to let go, cover her back up, and sneak back to Cory’s room, but I couldn’t help myself. The smell was addictive, and I leaned just a little closer, until I could feel the tip against my lips.
The touch was electrifying, and before I could stop myself, I had parted my lips, and taken the first few inches into my mouth. Amanda’s cock immediately began to throb, and I could feel the pulse on my lips, as I thought back to how I had tried to deep-throat her in the sauna. My poor throat-muscles rebelled at the idea, but I was determined to try again, and I almost giggled, thinking what she’d say if she woke up right now.
I lowered my head further, feeling the thick shaft fill my mouth. As soon as I felt the tip poke the back of my neck, my free right hand involuntarily moved down my stomach, and it took an effort of will not to start fingering myself. I realized that this had quickly gone from me wanting to get a look at her lovely cock, perhaps one last time, to me wanting to pleasure her. I yearned to see her beautiful shaft throb as I made her orgasm, to feel the hot cum plaster my face.
I began to slowly move my left hand up and down the magnificent cock, when I suddenly heard someone nearby letting out a muffled cough. Without letting Amanda’s cock out from my mouth, I looked up, startled to see Eric looking at me with a wide grin on his face. He lifted his hand, and placed a finger over his lips, wordlessly telling me to remain silent.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Eric whispered, and for the longest moment I just stood there, looking at him. What was going on here? Had Amanda told him about what had happened in the sauna? That was the only reasonable explanation I could think of, that made his reaction make sense. It seemed their relationship was even more unconventional than I had imagined.
“Amanda didn’t lie, when she told me how breath taking you looked naked,” he added, grabbing his cock, beginning to stroke himself, and that’s when I realized he was naked as well. I looked down at his crotch, and he had an impressive cock as well. Nowhere near Amanda’s monstrous size, but still really large.
“Go on, princess. Don’t let me stop you,” Eric whispered, and that’s when I realized my hand had stopped stroking Amanda. Still in shock from being caught, my hand began to move again, slowly up and down her cock.
The sight of a young woman pleasuring his wife seemed to turn Eric on, and I watched his cock hardening in his hand, and to be honest, I was stunned by the realization that it turned me on as well. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, as I forced my head down a little, forcing the head of Amanda’s cock down my oesophagus once more. Somehow it felt less painful this time, as if my throat had gotten used to her immense size.
I heard Eric moving closer, and soon felt him stand next to me, as I tried to suck his wife’s cock. Her shaft soon reached the point where I had stopped earlier, and the pain of having my throat stretched returned.
“Good girl,” Eric whispered, leaning in close, and I could feel his hand on my back. The moment felt so surreal, as if I was having the most beautiful, erotic dream, Eric’s touch fueling my arousal further, egging me on, and making me push further down, Amanda’s cock inching its way further down my throat. The pain was excruciating, but I realized I didn’t want to disappoint Eric. For some reason I wanted to give him a good show, letting him know how much of Amanda’s shaft I could take.
I felt Eric’s hand slide down my back, until it reached my butt, and he gave my butt cheek a firm squeeze. His touch was surprisingly soft, yet he caressed my butt firmly, and I let out a loud muffled moan, unable to remain silent any longer.
The pain in my throat was soon overpowered by the burning sensation in my lungs, screaming at me to pull back up so I could breathe again, so reluctantly I began to raise my head, feeling Amanda’s lovely cock slowly exiting my throat.
“You weren’t kidding about her,” I heard Eric say surprisingly loud, and I gasped in panic, as I opened my eyes and looked back at Amanda’s face, only to see her wide awake with a gentle smile, and she rose up, resting her upper body on her elbows. So, Amanda had told him about what we had done in the sauna? I suppose Eric’s reaction to catching me with his wife’s cock in my mouth made more sense now. Even with their pretty explicit consent to my presence, now that everyone was awake, I’ll admit I was stunned. Never having been in a situation anything like this one before, I didn’t know what to say or what to do. Thankfully both Amanda and Eric seemed to sense my nervousness, and Amanda reached over, placing a hand on my cheek, stroking me lovingly.
“Go on, cara mia,” Amanda said softly. “I hope you don’t mind if my loving husband watches?” she asked, and my heart thundered in my chest, loving Amanda’s tenderness. Even though she had basically caught me being groped by her husband, she still tried to make sure I felt comfortable with the situation we were in.
“No, in fact I want him here,” I replied without thinking after pulling my head back up and off her throbbing cock. Amanda was still smiling at me, and I couldn’t help but blush. Allowing myself to feel these urges, and put them into words was still completely new to me, but something about Amanda made me feel comfortable in voicing them. In hindsight it’s clear that Amanda saw this as the journey of self discovery it was for me, and just as she had done in the sauna, she let me set the pace for whatever was about to happen.
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