Ambivalence - Sex Stories

Ambivalence

... striptease, or blowjobs, or any of that porn type stuff. It started with rules. She laid them down matter-of-factly and, to my shock, the six associate masters-of-the-universe listened. “First, put your phones in the safe.” She locked it after. Then she handed one of them her phone. “It’s locked. But you can snap pics or video. I promise to send pics if they don’t show my face.” She didn’t know about my hidden GoPro, but I had to admire her shrewd thinking. At least one of them would be busy and she wouldn’t need to risk getting internet famous. “Second, get naked,” she told them. “No socks, either.” There was an explosion of clothing. I laughed. “Third. Lube,” she said, pointing to the three bottles of lube around the room, one on each night stand and another on the desk. “Use a lot of it.” “And last. I come first.” With that, Ellen lay back on the bed and I got my first good look at her beautiful form on camera. I noticed for the first time she had heels on, as well as the stockings, of course. It made my cock jump. Her breasts moved to the side and flattened out, brown areolas small and well defined. She wasn’t too hippy, but she had that hourglass shape that turns me on so much. I switched modes to 4k immediately. It was kind of amazing. I could see her clit clearly perched at the top of her engorged, bald pussy. It looked to me like she’d had a finger or two in there recently. “Well,” she said, pointing lewdly at her clit and spreading her long legs. It shocked me a ...

... bit, seeing my classy wife being so forward. “She’s not going to suck herself.” From above, I couldn’t tell which one of them got down between her legs, but he knew his business. Ellen closed her eyes, letting out a hiss, and then arched her back. She grabbed his head and moaned. “Ah, yeah. Almost.” Ellen opened her eyes, looking up. Then she turned to look directly at me suspiciously. Shit, she’d seen the “smoke detector” with the camera in it. Her mouth curled up at the corners just slightly. “Oh, babe, I’m coming,” she said. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but my cock twitched pleasantly. She closed her eyes again grabbed her lover’s head, keeping it there. I knew exactly how he felt. One of the guys, the only ginger in the group, walked over pushed his cock against her ruby red lips. Ellen opened them, sucking him into her luscious mouth without opening her eyes. The guy between her legs stood, lubed up, and slid his cock into Ellen’s wet pussy. She moaned sluttishly and then sighed deeply. I could see her body relax, like she’d just finished a big stretching yawn. Casually, she reached between her legs to play with her clit while lovingly suckling the cock in her mouth. My wife had two cocks in her like it was the most natural thing in the world. And she was loving it. My heart broke a little bit. I hadn’t seen that expression of loving contentment on her face until three months ago. Before that, she’d always been enthusiastic and fun. But that vulnerability, like she ...