Images Of Sin - Sex Stories

Images Of Sin

... uncontrollably. John’s work was done, but he still had yet to achieve orgasm. John rose up and speared her sex with his own. I expected the jealousy to burn me, but instead the image made me weak in the knees. I filed it away, certain that it would become another image that would frequent my dreams. I reached for Natalie’s perky breast as I rode her mouth, and urged my husband on, “Fuck that sweet pussy, baby.” Our lover moaned and forced me off her mouth, she sucked in air, her eyes wild with passion. I knew that she wanted to kiss me, so I leaned down, and licked my juices from her mouth. My mind raced once more. I wanted to send them both over the edge, but not enough to make him lose control. I wanted him fucking me at that climatic moment. The aroma of our sex permeated the air, and gave me a kinky idea. “Baby, I wanted to get under you.” “What?” He didn’t stop plowing into her, but I was focused on my need; I insisted that he let me underneath him. We changed positions, and within seconds he plundered her pussy again. Images of his dick slick with their juices blew my mind, and when he pulled out of her, I touched his dick. I licked my fingers and moaned, still it wasn’t enough. My body ached. Her body trembled. His body fucked. The three of us burned red with lust, and no longer able to resist, I pressed my mouth to the juncture of their fucking. I tasted our sin. “Fuck, baby, stop…please, baby! No more!” he screamed. Finally, unable to prolong the sex, John erupted in a tortured climax. Jet after jet of ejaculate spewed onto tan skin, adding more images to my already full portfolio. It was Natalie that broke the heated silence. “Damn, when’s the next photo shoot?”