Karen - From Trophy Wife to Slutwife - 2 - Sex Stories

Karen - From Trophy Wife to Slutwife - 2

... her legs spread wide and her hands behind her head. I can see Al looking her up and down. Karen’s lower lips are splayed with obvious arousal, seconded only by the hard nipples of her perky breasts. “Slut, Al is having trouble believing that you have really become my slutwife. Could you do something that might convince him?” “Yes Master.” She lays back, spreading her legs. She wets two of her fingers in her mouth and stuffs them into her wet pussy. And I’m not talking wet from the pool. She’s looking right into Al’s eyes, as she fingers herself for him. I see that Al is repositioning himself in the lounge chair. He also is adjusting his pants. I see the bulge and so does Karen. She cups one of her breasts as her other hand is fucking her hole. Her continued arousal is evident by the tawdry sloshing sounds of her juices. When she pinched her nipple, her head flew back in obvious rapture. Al was beside himself. I could see that he was kinda stroking his cock through his pants. “You having a problem Al? I could get her to help you with that.” He had a bewildered look on his face. So I did what any good neighbor would do and told Karen to help Al with his little problem. Her only reply was, “yes Master.” She stopped her play, licked her fingers clean, and crawled over to Al. She looked up into his eyes, “Sir, may I please service your cock? You look very uncomfortable there.” I could see the twinkle in her eye, as Al just nodded. She went right for his zipper and had his rigid ...

... shaft out and in her mouth in seconds. He groaned as her lips took him down to the root. She held herself there, deepthroating him. She fought her gag reflex but finally came up for air. She used her saliva to stroke his shaft as she twirled her tongue around his fat head. Al just sat back and enjoyed what Karen was doing to him. His moans were evident that Karen was pleasing him. He looked over at me and I lifted my glass to him to offer support. While Karen’s head bobbed up and down on his throbbing member. When she started twisting her hands as her head went up and down, Al closed his eyes. When he was groaning and calling out to various biblical characters, I thought Karen had sucked his eyeballs out through his cock. He was obviously cumming. Karen was actually struggling to keep up with his cum. He must have really been saving up. She managed to get most of it but some leaked out and was dripping down her chin. She obediently licked it up and neatly put Al’s, now limp cock back into his pants. He was still catching his breath when Karen kneeled back up. “Thank you Sir for letting me service your wonderful cock.” I think Al is a “believer” now, not so much in the biblical characters, but in Karen’s new role as my slutwife. He just laid there as his breathing returned to normal. He did finally say something that I thought was apropos. “I got to get me one of those.” We both laughed as I sent Karen to refresh our drinks. When she returned I sent her back off to play. We had ...