The Virtue of Chastity, Part Two
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I woke up laying on the floor the next day, the tip of one of the dildoes in my mouth, the two other spread on the floor around me. I groaned as I got up, using one hand to keep the dildo in my mouth, pushing it in and out as I sat on the couch. I looked over at the clock. It was noon. I was supposed to be at work!” The dildo fell from my mouth and plopped on the floor next to the other two. As I stood, I could feel hairs on my inner thighs pulling and looked down. They were plastered with dried precum. I rushed over to my cell phone. The battery was almost dead, and I had missed calls. And a voicemail. Fingers trembling, I played the message.
“This was the last straw, Joseph. First your behavior, and not getting your work done, and now a no-call-no-show. You’re fired.” I stared at the phone in horror as the battery died.
I was fired. I had lost my job. I was… I was… I was home alone all day, and Marie left the dildoes out! I was going to get to have a whole day to myself with the dildoes! A whole day of stroking and sucking cocks! I picked up the dildoes, cradling them in my arms and started to look around for the best place to use them. For some reason I didn’t want to use the coffee table this time. When I didn’t find a suitable place in the living room, I walked into the kitchen. My eyes were immediately drawn to the fridge, and then dropped to the suction cups on the toys. I went to the fridge and fixed them to the door in a row, the perfect height for kneeling in front of them. They weren’t lubed this time, so I sucked the far left dildo first, getting it nice and wet. I spat in my hand and started stroking it. I skipped the middle dildo and sucked the right, getting it wet, too, and soon was able to start stroking it. Then I let myself dive down the third, taking it as far down my throat as was possible. That strange feeling was back, more intense than before, and I was already dripping precum down my thighs again.
It was heaven. Nothing could feel better than this. Nothing!
“Well well. Somebody’s having a good time.” Marie was home. I pulled myself away from sucking the dildo, but wasn’t about to stop stroking the others, and turned my head to look at her.
“I was fired, so I got to play with them all day!” I said, excited.
“Oh, pity. Well, I’m sure I’ll be able to find another way for you to make money.” She stepped up to my right, and I noticed a small bottle in her hand. It had to be the lube she’s been using. She squeezed it into her hand and smeared it on the center dildo before grabbing me by the hair and forcing me back down on it. I moaned and started sucking it, eager to get back to what really mattered. She pulled my right hand away, and I felt lube squeezed into my palm. I smeared it on the dildo, enjoying the lack of friction. She repeated the process with my right hand, and then all was right again. I don’t know if she made dinner or what, but she left me there for a while. Then I felt slick hands meet my back.
“That feels so good, babe, doesn’t it?” She asked, massaging my neck and shoulders.
“Mmmhmm!” I groaned, not letting the dildo out of my mouth.
“You love stroking those cocks so much, I can tell. You love sucking cock even more.” Her slick hands moved down to my shoulder blades, relaxing my muscles and leaving a warm tingle in their wake. “Pleasing cock makes you feel so good. You’d do anything to please a cock, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmhmm!” I repeated, feeling a gush of precum burst from my caged dick, some of it running down my thighs, and some dripping down to the tile floor of our kitchen.
“Of course you would. You’re a slut for cock, after all. We know you love stroking cock, because you loved having your cock stroked.” I moaned, keenly aware of the feeling of my fingers caressing the two dildoes. “We know you love to suck cock, because you loved having your cock sucked.” My moan was deeper this time, more primal, as I pressed my nose into the surface of the fridge, the silicone balls pressing into my chin. “What else did you love to do with your cock?” Marie asked innocently. One of her hands grasped the back of my hair and pulled me off the dildo with a wet slurping sound. I panted for a few moments, still staring at the dildo, fixated. I had to think hard, fighting the fog that seemed to fill my head in order to answer her question.
“Fuh… Fucking!” I said, eager to get the cock back in my mouth. “Fucking feels good!” She let go, and I took the dildo back into my mouth, another rush of precum leaking through the cage and down my thighs to the floor.
“Fucking,” she agreed. “If fucking feels good, then getting fucked would have to feel good, too, right?” I groaned, the idea of getting fucked worming into my head. Stroking cock felt even better than stroking myself, and sucking cock felt even better than getting sucked. That meant that getting fucked would feel better than fucking. “You love pleasing cock so much. I bet you’d love to please a cock with your ass, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmmmmmhmmmmmm,” I let out a deep moan around the dildo, a faceless man already fucking me in my mind.
“Getting fucked would feel better than anything you’ve ever felt before, babe.” Her hands moved even lower, massaging the lube into my lower back. “Getting fucked would change everything.” Her swirling fingers brushed the top of my ass. “Getting fucked would make your life complete.” She leaned forward, and I could feel her hot breath on my ear as her the fingers of her left hand slid down my crack, sliding over my hole and causing a flood of precum to run down my thighs, as her right hand circled my right cheek. “I bet you’re thinking about getting fucked right now,” she whispered in my ear, her left hand sliding over my left cheek, and her right hand sliding up my crack, brushing across my slicked up hole again. She kept swirling her hands around my ass, brushing across my hole again and again. Finally she stopped, both hands sliding inward to start teasing my hole. “Getting fucked would turn this into a pussy.” I shuddered and pressed back against her fingers. “You want to get fucked, don’t you, Joseph?” She asked, her lips touching my ear.
“Mmm!” I moaned around the shaft.
“You want me to turn this into a pussy, don’t you?
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmmhmm!”
“Of course you do,” she said, pulling back. “Because you were born to be fucked.” She took her hands off my ass. “Getting fucked is your life’s purpose.” I felt something touch my ass, sliding forward between my cheeks to make contact with my hole. “Once you get fucked, there will be no going back. Your ass will be nothing but a pussy.” Whatever was pressing against my hole started to move in tiny circles. I had never felt anything like it before. “Do you want me to make your ass into a pussy for cock?” She asked, grabbing my hair and pulling me off the dildo again.
“Yes! I want you to make it a pussy!” I cried out, eager. She pressed me back down on the dildo, laughing derisively.
“Of course you do,” she said, and I felt something begin sliding into my ass. Slidin into my… Deeper into my… my… my… my pussy! Sliding into my pussy! Filling my pussy! I had never imagined getting fucked before tonight, but I had always thought anal sex was supposed to be painful. Marie had never let me do it. None of the women I slept with ever let me do it, because it was supposed to hurt. Supposed to, but it didn’t. It felt good. Some part of me realized that Marie was wearing the strap-on, stuffing another cock into my pussy.
“Mmmmmmmhnnnnnn,” I gurgled around the cock in my mouth. I gripped the other two cocks with my hand, and Marie… Marie was stuffing my pussy.
“You love getting fucked, Joseph. You love getting cock in your pussy. You aren’t even trying to hide it. You’re a slut for cock. You’ll please any man’s cock. You’ll let men fuck you. You’re a slut for cock. This is your purpose, babe. You need to please cock. You need a cock to cum in your pussy. You want to be filled with cocks and cum. You want to get fucked as often as you can. There’s no such thing as too much cock in your pussy.”
I was moaning like crazy as Marie pressed her pelvis against my pussy. I was pleasing four cocks! She pulled back, leaving an empty feeling in her wake, and then slammed forward again. That strange feeling inside was getting more intense. Another thrust. And another. And another.
“You love cock. You need cock. You need as much cock as you can get. You’re a slut for cock. You need to suck and get fucked at the same time. The more cock you get, the more cock you need. Nothing else matters, only cock. You’ll do anything to please a cock. You want to make every cock you can cum. You want to get as much cum as you can down your throat and up your pussy. Do you know what you are now, babe?” She didn’t pull my head back this time, so I pulled myself off the cock to answer her question.
“Yes! I’m a faggot!” I cried out as she fucked me harder than I’d ever fucked her. I had never felt so good in my life.
“Of course you are,” she said, her breath heavy as she continued to plow into my pussy.
“Oh! Oh oh oh! My pussy! My pussy!” I cried out as something new happened. Something I’d never experienced before, but had been getting hints of all week. That feeling inside me, that strange sensation that was so hard to describe, was ballooning through my insides, spreading from my pussy all the way down to my toes, and all the way up to my brain. I dived back onto the dildo in front of my face, my whole body shuddering, my thighs quivering as they pressed together. Only the dildoes in my hands, and Marie’s hands on my hips kept me from falling over as it hit me, as it burst and washed over me. It was an orgasm, but not like any I’d had before. I was cumming, all of me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and it was all coming from my pussy. Cum exploded from my cock, gushing from the cage to hose down my thighs and the tiles below me. Wave after wave washed over me. I had never had an orgasm so intense, or so long, and all the while I heard Marie laughing.
When it was over, I stayed there on my knees, my legs turned to jello, and my shaking arms grasping the two dildoes to hold me up. I was keeping the third dildo in my mouth, sucking on it gently, breath rushing in and out of my nose. Marie started to pull back, leaving a deep emptiness, a longing, in her wake. I groaned, this time in disappointment, as she pulled out of my pussy. When she was out, she let go of my hips and I fell over to the side, no longer able to hold myself up. She stood over me, the strap-on swaying between her legs. I tried to look past it to her face, but my eyes wouldn’t go past the cock swinging between us. I could see the sneer of contempt she wore in the background, though. After watching me lay there, weak and panting, for a while, she looked over at where I had been kneeling; at the pool of cum on the tiles.
“Look at that mess you made, babe. Look at all that cum. I wonder what you’re going to do with it?” My eyes dropped from the dildo between her legs to the pool of my cum on the floor. All that cum. I licked my lips. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. I weakly pulled myself over until my face was over it and started lapping it up. I love cum. She laughed again as I was cleaning the floor and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me to enjoy myself.
The next day I woke up on the kitchen floor. I sat up and looked at the fridge, but the dildoes were gone. I got to my feet and stretched my stiff muscles. I needed to find the dildoes. I walked upstairs and Marie was laying in bed, doing something on her phone. She looked up at me as I walked in and smiled.
“Sleep well, babe?”
“Yeah,” I answered her. “I was wondering if I.. if I could…”
“You want to play with the dildoes again?”
“You want me to fuck you again?”
“Fuck!” I gasped. “Y-yes!”
“I know. But that’s not what I have planned for today. Go downstairs and sit on the couch until I’m ready.” She got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I went back downstairs and sat naked on the couch, like she said. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good getting fucked felt. I couldn’t stop imagining how good getting fucked by a real cock would feel.
Marie came downstairs, her hair wet from the shower, wearing a her favorite pajamas, and carrying a length of rope.
“Hold out your hand,” she said calmly. I did, and she started to wrap the soft rope around my wrist before tying it. She pulled the rope, dragging my arm to the side, and moved around behind the couch. When she came around the other side, I held out my other hand without her having to ask. She smiled, and tied more rope around that wrist so that I was sitting with my arms held wide. She walked out of sight for a moment, and when she returned she was holding a DVD. She put it in the player and turned on the TV. “Enjoy, babe.” She went back upstairs, and I stared at the screen. It went instantly from fuzzy darkness to a bright, outdoor scene. My eyes closed reflexively, and when I opened them, there were men fucking.
They were doing what I wanted to do! One guy was fucking another from behind, and he was sucking a third while getting fucked. The camera moved in between his legs, and the cock of the guy getting fuked went rigid and started spewing cum.
The scene changed, and there was one guy bent over in a kitchen with a line of guys stretching to the door. One by one they fucked him, filling his ass with so much cum that it was leaking out and running down his legs.
The scene changed again, and an older man had a younger man on his knees, worshiping his cock. As the boy sucked, the older man took his belt and slapped it across the boys back. He moaned in pain and ecstasy, arching his back as he continued sucking on the older man’s dick.
A boy was sniffing his stepfather’s underwear when the older man walked back into the room and caught him. The boy was embarrassed about getting caught, and the older man mercilessly teased him, before bending him over and dominating his stepson completely.
A disrespectful student had his teacher on his knees, sucking his cock while he talked about the good grades he was earning by allowing his teacher to do this. He had the teacher climb onto his desk chair backwards, shoved an apple into his mouth, and plowed his educator’s pussy.
Again and again the scene changed, and I kept watching, that feeling inside me pulsing, needing. I knew that I needed to get the cum fucked out of me again. I knew that I needed to perform lewd acts like this with as many men as I could. I knew I was a faggot now. The scenes ended, and marie walked back into the room. I looked around, confused. It was already dark outside.
“Did you like that?” She asked, and I could see that she had another DVD in her hand.
“Yes. I’m so horny, Marie. Please fuck my pussy again.” I begged my wife.
“No,” she answered. “But I have more sexy videos for you to watch. She changed out the DVD and more men appeared on the screen. I was transfixed, imagining myself into each and every scene. When the DVD was over, everything was dark. Marie must have gone to bed. I wasn’t tired, I was so horny that it felt like energy was humming inside me. I wiggled in the restraints, but there was no way I was going to get loose. I gave up and just sat there, leaning my head back against the cushion and closing my eyes. I started to piece together my favorite parts of the scenes I’d spent the whole day watching, and as I did, I fell asleep.
I woke up to the sounds of moaning. I raised my head, blinking my eyes groggily, and was excited to see new scenes playing. My eyes fixed themselves on the screen, and I started watching again, my nipples stiffening from the excitement. I didn’t notice when the video ended. I just kept staring at the screen, a string of drool running from my mouth. Marie walked in to change the disk, snapping me out of it. When the new video started, I was immediately pulled back in. She spent the whole day playing sexy videos for me.
Monday morning, Marie untied me as she was about to leave for work.
“I have some work for you to do today. The list is on the fridge. If you do a good job and finish by the time I get home, you will absolutely love the prize, babe.” She left, and I went into the kitchen to see what she wanted me to do. There was a list of chores on the fridge, starting with dishes, and ending with making the bed. I got started right away, all the videos from the past two days replaying in my head. I noticed that my cock was leaking from the cage all day, and had to be careful not to make a mess as I cleaned the house for her. I hurried, so that I would be done when she got home. I managed to finish early, so I decided to make dinner before I followed her directions for grooming myself. I found a recipe for a chicken and rice casserole online and followed them, sliding the pan into the oven before rushing upstairs to the bathroom.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a minute. My face was covered in stubble, my hair disheveled. I had been more interested in the dildoes than meals this past week, and my muscles seemed to be standing out more. I looked at my chastity device, thinking over all of the changes that had happened since Marie first put it on me, a week and a day ago. I opened the drawer that her list said I should, and there was another list of instructions for grooming. First, I shaved my face smooth, continuing down my chest, armpits, and arms. There was a rough drawing of how she wanted my pubes groomed, and I followed it as best I could before continuing down to shave my legs. The last place I needed to shave was my ass, which ended up being fairly difficult. I stretched and bent into all sorts of positions, not wanting to cut myself, but eventually managed to get everything nice and smooth.
I pulled out the black bulb that reminded me of a turkey baster next and followed her directions for cleaning out my insides before taking a shower. When I was squeaky clean, I got out of the shower and reached for my towel. As the soft cloth ran over my freshly shaved skin, new sensations washed over me. My nipples stiffened, gooseflesh rising on my arms. Everything seemed so sensitive! My cock was leaking again. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I looked like a different person. My smooth body was unfamiliar to me, but I was unable to think of it as anything other than sexy. My face… was more relaxed looking than it had ever been before. I started grinning stupidly as I admired my reflection. A whiff of a delicious smell wafted into the bathroom, and I remembered dinner in the oven. I pulled a final item from the drawer, a black, lacy thong that I had seen Marie wear before, and pulled it on. I shuddered at the feeling of the lace on my smooth legs, and moaned out loud as I pulled up the waist and felt it brush against my pussy. I looked in the mirror, and I could still tell that I was wearing the cage underneath, but I loved how my ass looked, framed by the black lace.
I rushed downstairs and looked in the oven. It was done! I turned off the heat and left it in the oven to stay warm until Marie arrived. I stood in the kitchen, waiting. I knew I had done good today. I did everything she asked. I wondered what the prize would be… I heard her car pull up and eagerly grabbed the potholders to take the casserole out of the oven. I sat it on the stove and waited for her to walk in.
“Well well,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. “That smells really good, babe. And it looks like you did everything I asked. Good boy.” Those last two words tore through my head, echoing over and over again. I felt light headed for a moment, and felt the silly grin return to my face.
“Thank you.” I said, floating on cloud nine. She reached out and rustled my hair.
“Go sit on the couch and wait for me to finish eating. I’ll let you eat later.” I left the kitchen and sat on the edge of the couch, my eyes glued to the kitchen door, and my mind replaying scenes from the past two days. I flashed back to Friday night, when Marie had fucked me. That orgasm… I had never felt anything like it before, and I wanted to feel it again. Finally, Marie came out of the kitchen holding a digital camcorder and a tripod. She set it up so it was facing the couch, and waved for me to move the coffee table. I got to my feet and moved it to the side of the room, clearing the area in front of the couch. “Get on your knees, here.” She pointed to the center of the area.
I complied, knowing that I was about to find out what the prize was. Maybe she was going to fuck me again! My pussy felt like it was tingling, and I could feel my cock straining against the cage. I waited, eager. She pulled a scrap of black fabric from her pocket and tied it around my eyes. When she was done, I couldn’t see anything.
“You’re going to love this, babe,” I heard her say, her voice slightly muffled by the cloth circling my head. She lifted my left hand by the wrist, and moved it until it made contact with… My first thought, as my hand made contact with what was obviously a slicked up dick, was what had she stuck the dildo to? My second thought was that it felt different than the dildo; the shape was different, It was bigger, thicker, and the texture was… better. I slid my hand farther down the shaft, and felt coarse hairs meet the side of my hand. I spread my fingers and felt a man’s crotch. This wasn’t a dildo, it was a real cock! I gasped and started breathing heavy as I worked my hand up and down the shaft.
A real cock! I was stroking a real man’s cock!
A hand grabbed my right wrist, and lifted it until I felt my hand meet another cock. This one wasn’t as thick as the first, but was a little bit longer. That feeling inside me was surging with such an intensity that I was surprised I wasn’t already having an orgasm. I kept stroking both cocks. It was everything I had imagined it would be.
I flinched when I felt something touch my lips, and then gasped, opening my mouth without hesitation. A third cock drove forward, and my lips closed around it. I let my tongue swirl over the shaft. The taste was better than I had ever imagined it could be. I wanted more of it in my mouth, and eagerly drove myself forward, still frantically fisting a cock in each hand. My thoughts were gone. I had become a vessel, a receptacle, for cocks. No need to think. All I needed was to please cocks.
“I told you you were going to love the prize, babe,” Marie whispered into my right ear. “Now get ready for the grand prize.” I felt my legs shaking, and precum running down my thighs in little rivers. The grand prize. The grand prize. I felt like I was about to cum. And then I felt it, pressure on my pussy.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” I cried out around the dick in my mouth. I was going to get fucked for real, by a real cock! There was laughter, both from Marie, and the men around me.
“Watch this.” Marie grabbed my hair and pulled back, robbing me of the dick in my mouth. I groaned in disappointment, fighting her grip. “Tell them what you want, babe, and I’ll let you get back to sucking.”
“Ohhhhhh,” I moaned, “I want you to fuck my pussy, ah, Sir!” I said. “Please, Sir, please fuck my pussy!” They laughed again, and Marie let go. I opened my mouth and took the cock down my throat in one go, feeling my nose press against the warm flesh of his pelvis. I slid my tongue forward, past my lips, and felt the tip meet the unknown man’s balls.
Then the cock behind me slid forward, strong hands holding my hips steady. Slowly, it inched its way inside me, and the pleasure shattered my perceived limits.. His pelvis pressed against my ass, and he wiggled his hips, sending his cock spiraling through my insides. He started to rock his hips, slowly, driving his cock in and out of my pussy. He adjusted the position of his hands on my hips, and nearly pulled his cock out of my ass, stopping when only the head was inside. He punched forward, driving his dick into me with such force that a loud slap rang through the air as our bodies melt. I’m going to cum, I thought. He withdrew and slammed forward again. The feeling that I was about to cum got stronger. Out, and in again. Out, and in. Faster, and faster, and faster, each thrust thundering through me. I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t already cum. The pleasure was there, that feeling had never been so intense before. It had ballooned through my insides, like it had when Marie fucked me, but it just kept growing beyond every limit I had imagined, pushing through them like they weren’t even there. My thighs quivered, slick from the precum running from my caged dick in a steady stream.
We were rutting. One man fucking my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair on either side of my head, steering me, controling me, and another fucking my ass, his hands on my hips pulling and pushing me for his own pleasure. I was still stroking the cocks of the other two men, excited to be pleasing four men at once.
“Aww, fuuuck,” I heard the man in front of me say. For a moment, I thought his voice sounded familiar, and then his cock started to pulse in my mouth, getting just a bit bigger, and just a bit harder. His hands gripped my hair tighter, and he forced himself deeper down my throat before exploding. While I knew that I loved cum, that I was addicted to cum, I had only ever tasted my own. When this man’s cum started filling my mouth, and I started frantically trying to swallow all of it, I lost control.
My thighs pressed together, quivering, and a squeal gurgled past the cum pumping down my throat. The orgasm I’d had from Marie fucking me, compared to what I was feeling now, was nothing. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my back arched. My nipples were so hard that they could have cut glass, and my toes curled involuntarily. The pleasure kept growing, and growing and growing as it washed over my body in a never ending flood. My pussy started to jerk and spasm around the cock drilling into it. What felt, to me, like gallons of cum was running from my caged dick in a steady stream, pooling on the carpet.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” the man fucking me growled. Another familiar voice. When I felt his cock jerk and start to pump my ass full of cum, my orgasm picked up again with renewed fury. I was shaking, pinned between the men, almost as if I was having a seizure. Starts were bursting in my vision, as every muscle in my body tensed and gave way.
The man in my mouth pulled out, freeing me to squeal and moan as it went on. The man cumming in my ass wrapped his arms around me, holding me up as he continued to hose down my insides. I shook, pressed against him, the pleasure going on and on. He kept his cock inside me, holding me tight against him, while my orgasm continued to roll over me.
“He’s making me cum again!” The guy holding me to him cried out, and I felt him start to shake as his cock started to pump a second load into me.
“Nnnnnnggghhhhhhh,” I cried out as he rocked his hips back and forth, spreading his cum through my insides. Finally, spent, he let go. I fell, limp, to the floor, my body still wracked by bursts of pleasure, and my hands slipping free of the cocks that I had never stopped stroking.
“That went well,” I heard Marie say jovially, her voice moving in my direction. The blindfold was pulled free. I blinked in the light for a few moments, and then weakly struggled to turn and see who had just fucked me, cumming twice in my pussy.
It was Ryan. My friend Ryan.
I turned my head, to see who I had been stroking with my left hand. Rob, my best friend. He still stood there, his cock huge, hard, and glistening. I had been sucking Daniel. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I looked at him. Finally, my gaze settled on Jack, whom I had been jacking with my right hand.
“Oh,” I gasped, my brain finally fully realizing what had just happened.
“You know, Joseph,” Daniel said, looking down at me, “I don’t think Marie is the one who can’t get enough D.” All four guys laughed at this. I lowered my eyes, blushing.
“Well, Ryan, Daniel, that’s you two done. Why don’t you go in the kitchen and have some of the dinner Joseph cooked for us?”
“Sure thing, Marie. Thanks,” Ryan said. He and Daniel disappeared into the kitchen.
“You know, babe, there are still two cocks you haven’t made cum yet.” My eyes went back to Rob and Jack, my eyes zipping back and forth between their dicks.
“Please,” I said, surprised at how meek my voice sounded. “Please, fuck me!” They laughed and looked at each other.
“He’s all yours, man,” Rob said to Jack. I think I’d rather try and get his wife pregnant.” He crouched down and looked me in the face. “Don’t worry, bro, I’ll let you lick up any extra cum.”
I watched him walk over to my wife and start kissing her, pulling off her clothes. She kept smiling, and giving me dirty sideways looks. Jack moved behind me as Rob lowered Marie to the carpet in front of me. He pulled me up onto my knees, and moved between my legs at the same time Rob crawled between Marie’s legs.
I was shocked by the similarity of the moans Marie and I made as we were both penetrated. The moment Jack was inside me, I felt that sensation starting up again, faster this time. My head fell and I stared back between my legs, seeing my caged cock swinging back and forth as Jack started to pump in and out of my pussy. He grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head back, holding it there.
“I want you to watch your wife get fucked, right in front of you,” he said, getting rougher with each thrust.
“Unh,” Marie moaned as Rob continued to sensually work his dick into her. “You like, unh, watching your best friend fuck, unnh, your wife, don’t you?” She asked me.
“Yessssss,” I hissed. “I like seeing my best friend fuck my wife.” My back arched even more, and I was slamming myself back to meet Jack’s thrusts. I already felt like I could cum again at any moment.
“Of course, unh, you do!”
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