You can’t believe how incredibly sexy I look at this moment in time. My pink tipped breasts swaying in time with my movements, my slim thighs squeezing together with my own arousal, as my fingers flex in Clint’s ass muscles.
Clint pulls me off his thick cock and pushes me back on the bed, spreading my legs apart as he lays between my thighs, cupping my ass in his hands and bringing my pussy up to his mouth. You think to yourself, “Yep, buddy, savor that pussy like the sweetest dessert it is.” You feel a sense of contentment that he seems to be doing just that, by the way I’m grinding against him and gripping his thick hair.
The pressure is building in my pelvis as Clint rolls my clit with his tongue, I turn my head to look at you, smiling as I watch you, watching me as you cup your cage. I feel a sense of feminine power at knowing how turned on you must be, but unable to do anything about it. I look you in the eyes, as I tell Clint that I’m close to cumming. Cupping my breast together, with the feel of the key there digging into my cleavage as I brush my thumbs across my nipples, is all it takes to push me over the edge into my first orgasm.
“Yes! Fuck, yes…that’s it. Just like that,” I babble as I feel the rush of euphoria go through me, while I hold your eyes with mine. As I start to come down, I look down at the good-looking man between my legs, who just gave me an amazing orgasm. I think to myself how fucking remarkable this is to be able to share with my husband and give Clint a brilliant smile. He gives me a cocky grin before reaching over to the bedside drawer and grabs the condom and lube.
Clint stands up, and you get a good look at how big his cock actually is as he rolls the condom down as far as it will go, which is only about three quarters of the way. You feel excited at the thought of me trying to take that huge cock, but a little worried that your small framed wife may not be able to. Clint uses plenty of lube and even spreads some on my pussy. He laid down on the bed and told me, “You get on top, that way, you can control how much you take and at what speed, until you adjust to my size.”
You breathe a little easier at hearing Clint’s words and sit back to watch me straddle the man and slowly begin to ease myself down on his thick cock. You watch as my head falls back on my neck as my pussy gets stretched to its limit. Then I slide back up towards the head of his cock and down just a bit further with the next thrust downward of my hips.
“Holy hell, Grace, you are so fucking tight. Damn, that is some fine pussy, girl,” Clint pants out as I work his cock into my pussy. I sit up a little with my hands on his hard, sculpted, tanned chest, rocking my hips slowly, at first. Clint cups my tits in his large hands and rolls my nipples between his long fingers, which shoots pleasure straight to my pussy, making my slickness slide down his cock.
“Yes, Clint, you fuck me so good with that big cock of yours,” I tell him as I work a little more of him in. I lean forward so I can bob up and down on his cock, while Clint can also reach to suck on my nipples. Which seemed to be the exact thing my body needed as I feel another orgasm begin to build.
You feel like both your cock and head are about to implode as you see me lean forward and begin to bounce up and down on Clint’s cock, his hands holding my hips and spreading me wide. So, you have a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of me. The sound of my whimpers filling the air driving your arousal even higher as you squeeze the arms of the chair to keep yourself grounded. Which is all that keeps you seated as you see the creamy evidence of my arousal sliding down the thickness of his cock, rather than following your first impulse of licking it up. You breathe slowly in through your nose and out through your mouth to keep yourself in check. This is about me and not you or your desires.
Clint asks me if he can try to take me from behind. I move to the edge of the bed and set myself up on my knees. Using a little more lube, he began to ease himself into me. You watch as he pushes me down between the shoulder blades until my chest is flat against the bed with one hand, while holding the other behind my back with his other.
I looked back at you as I told Clint, “Fuck me, Clint. Yesss! Fuck me like me husband can’t.”
With that, Clint begins to pump into me as fast and as deep as he will go. I can feel the head of his cock bumping against my cervix while the walls of my pussy are stretched to the point of almost being painful, but is instead deliciously pleasurable. I feel another orgasm begin to build.
“Yes, that’s it. Make me cum all over that huge dick of yours.” I scream into the bed as the next orgasm slams into me, with the feeling of Clint’s cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release on a moan. We both collapse on the bed to catch our breath, and we all smile like fools at one another.
You ask me if I’d like a bottle of water and a wet washcloth to clean up a bit. You also offer to get Clint a drink and I feel a genuine affectionate warmth coming from you, which has me feeling much more relaxed about how this experiment may go.
Clint and I take a few moments to recover, before we both take another quick shower to clean up. Clint gets dressed, thanks us both for a wonderful morning and gets on with his day, as you and I snuggle on the bed and talk through our first experience in cuckolding together.
Later that evening, you watch as I put the finishing touches of my makeup on. You’re already dressed and relaxing on the bed with your feet up and drinking a scotch and water from the mini bar.
As I lean forward to apply my bright red lipstick, the chain with the silver key swings out from the low cut neckline of my black sleeveless dress. That little inadvertent reminder of you being locked while I’m free to bring another man to the room has your dick hardening all over again.
I straighten and put the lipstick in my little quilted leather evening handbag, before turning to sit at the side of the bed to buckle my black strappy sandals onto my bare legs. My red tipped toes peeking out at you. You love the look of my legs in these high-heeled sandals with the straps that crisscross part way up my calves. You whistle between your teeth as I stand up and my dress flutters around my slim thighs.
“Grace, you look so incredibly beautiful. I’ll be needing a stick to beat the men back from you tonight,” you chuckle, only halfway kidding.
I walk over and tell you to stand up, “You’re not looking so shabby yourself there, handsome.” I tell you as I straighten your tie. “Are you ready to head down to the reunion?” I ask with a sexy little smile playing along my full lips.
You feel a jolt of excitement at my eagerness, “Yes, gorgeous, let’s go see what we can get into this evening, shall we?”
We make our way down the elevator and to the reception hall where it’s being held. We join the twenty or so couples and singles waiting in line to enter, four people are sitting at a table by the double doors. Two of them checking names off lists, while the other two look for the pre-made name tags to hand to the people entering the reception hall.
“Names, please?” One of the ladies asks you.
“Kevin and Grace Hill,” you tell her.
Once the other lady finds our name tags, we move on into the large room already beginning to fill up with people. The large ten-seat, elegantly draped tables are set up throughout most of the room. Fully stocked bars are set up on each side of the room, with two bartenders at each. A large dance floor and a decent sized stage are towards the back wall.
We find our name plates by the dinner place settings and took our seats at one of the tables not too far from one of the bars and not too close to the speaker system set up on the stage. You peer around the table at the other name plates to see if you recognize anyone on either side of us. I see your face light up, “Hey! Sam decided to come after all, it looks like. It’ll be great to catch up with him. We played football together all through high school.”
The tables quickly begin to fill up with people as they make their way into the room or back from the bar with their drinks in hand. Which is where two couples came from as they sat down at the table and introductions were made. One of the women, a cute brunette, asking you if you were in Mr. Farmer’s tenth grade Sociology class.
You squint at her, I can see you trying to place her face to your memory. You ask her, “Tracey? Tracey Cox?”
The woman laughs, as whom I assume is, her husband smiles on next to her, “Yes, that’s me. How are you, Kevin?”
“I’m doing great. Thanks, Tracey. How have you been these past 15 years?” You ask her with a charming smile.
She chatters on excitedly about her husband and her three kids, as you listen on politely. I’m only half listening as I people watch. Once there’s a lull in her conversation, you turn and ask me if I’d like to go with you and get a drink from the bar.
“Sure,” I say as we stand to go get in line.
As we’re standing there, a few men come up and greet you. You introduce me to the three men as fellow football players. I watch as you smile and puff up as they all comment on how beautiful I am. I feel a secret thrill at the thought of taking any one of the handsome three men up to our room and fucking them as the rest of the reunion goes on without us. Turning on my feminine charms, I have fun flirting and dazzling them for the next ten minutes before they move off to the side as we order our drinks once we reach the bar.
You wink at me as you slide a five dollar bill in the tip jar. “Having fun, gorgeous?”
“I’m starting to,” I say as we make our way back to the table. As we sit down, the lights brighten as the wait staff begin bringing out water pitchers of water to fill the glasses and the salad bowls to place at each of the table settings.
There’s a lady up on the stage talking, but I can’t hear what’s being said over the background noises.
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