Her lip and brow were damp with sweat and without hesitation or question she came in for a kiss. Her eyes met mine but there was no recognition of any kind until she brushed her hand against my crotch to confirm I was in fact still hard from all this. And then it wasn’t a smile so much as a hint of disdain for my revealed true nature. The depravity of where this little adventure had taken us.
Karen whispered in my ear, “The things he did to me… I n-never knew… but, I.. did… everything. And I… came… so much… I came on him so fucking much… I didn’t know…”
Her kisses were nice, wet, open mouth with tongue which was amazing until the moment her mouth went slack and eyes wide and she began gasping like a fish out of water. This was all a reaction, which was caused by Lester getting impatient and putting his fingers back inside her. While we were kissing. I didn’t realise right away but it became obvious within seconds that he was penetrating her pussy or maybe even her ass. And it was by her pussy that he pulled her off of me and sent her sprawling back toward the bed.
“Alright, let’s get you done sweetie. Get spun out and then we’ll finish off whatever’s left of you.” Karen scooted over the side table to grab a lighter and a glass pipe and began smoking it immediately.
Then Lester turned to me and said, “your wife gives a dedicated rimjob,” but then slightly corrected with, “…when pushed a little. How’d it taste, bossman?”
I couldn’t think of anything to say but it didn’t matter anyway. Lester laughed at his own joke and turned back to Karen, dismissively closing the door on me.
I stood there for a few minutes just listening in the dark as he started on her.
“Open your mouth.” I heard him order her. And then the distinct sound of him spitting in her open mouth. Karen’s beastial grunts and clear willingness to submit to his demands still bent my mind but I was too sore to jerk off anymore. Eventually
I retreated back down the hall and left Lester to it.
I tried to sleep for hours but even with the door closed I could still hear them, mostly her driving her voice to fry from abuse.
My mind was spinning with all the horrible thoughts. How could I face them at work as their boss tomorrow? Was Karen just free use for them all now that she was familiar territory? There didn’t seem any way to go back now. Karen’s face, kind of empty and passive and resolved to fulfill Lester’s every dirty desire haunted me, that she might not be coming back the way she was or at all. That they might have broken her beyond repair and there very well could be a future where she doesn’t have any use for me or has lost all respect for me, changing everything between us. I have to admit the image of Lester forcing Karen to eat his asshole was particularly pervasive in my imagination. And of course, did she fall asleep with his dick in her ass or mouth?
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