His wife, the jock and the King Kong cock (Part II) - Sex Stories

His wife, the jock and the King Kong cock (Part II)

... says he doesn't mind if, while we're having sex tonight, you want to watch? I mean, I've told him how turned on you've been getting." Mike's face went from red to purple at this, as Jason grinned. "Don't sweat it dude. I've had lots of husbands ask me if they can watch me banging their wives while they're staying here. I like it actually. It turns me on to have them sit and watch." Half an hour later, while Mike cleared away the empty plates and loaded up the dish washer, Jason and Trish were already getting down to it in the den next door. By the time he came through to join them, Trish was already butt naked, straddling Jason on the couch while he noisily sucked on her nipples. Mike didn't know where to look. "Mikey, while you're up, why don't you bring Jason a beer?" Trish said, "Fetch one for yourself too if you'd like one..." Mike didn't want to, but for some reason found himself meekly going to the refrigerator. He felt utterly stupid as he handed the smirking bastard a cold one. "Jason and I are going into the bedroom to fuck now," Trish announced. "You can watch if you like? As long as you sit quietly in the corner and don't disturb us." Mike was so ashamed to have his wife speak to him like this. He had never heard her use the word fuck like that. It was one thing to see her get carried away at a party, all coked up and drunk, but quite another to see her like this. Jason just laughed at the look on Mike's face. Trish helped him take off his shorts and his vest and ...

... then led him to the bedroom, pulling him along with her hand around his bulging schlong. Mike didn't know what to do. His head told him that he should be kicking the shit of that arrogant punk, but that was unlikely to ever happen and he knew it. Jason was twice his size and Mike felt sure would kick his ass. His heart told him he should at least be trying to retain some semblance of pride by staying downstairs. But he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate, and the idea of trying to sit and watch TV while they were having noisy sex upstairs was not appealing. Perhaps he should just go and sleep on the beach? But his gut was telling him something else. It was drawing him, helplessly, to follow them. Deep down, he was aching to watch. In fact, his legs were already moving. "I'm glad you're here baby, honey" Trish said when Mike sheepishly knocked on the door and was admitted. "It means a lot to me to have your support. And I know how turned on you said you get." Jason was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he pointed Mike to a chair in the corner of the room and told him to sit down. Mike burned with shame but Trish didn't even seem to notice. Jason lay back on the big bed with his muscular arms behind his head and his great big cock sticking straight up in the air. For a little while, he just smirked at Mike - looking right at him - as he enjoyed the blowjob Trish was giving him. With one hand, he reached down and groped her tits, squeezing those big hooters and pinching and ...