Jazz Swinging Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jazz Swinging Pt. 02

... amateur-porn websites, for all the world to see and beat off to.

And that was all she wrote for me: the sure and certain knowledge that I was being filmed having illicit sex, my current act of shamelessness and sinful transgression soon to be made available for the edification of the perv-porn public made me cum uncontrollably, powerless to stave off or postpone my shattering climax for a moment longer.

Simultaneously, I felt New Man's big cock pulse inside me, spurting his hot cum into my throbbing pussy. I looked over at Mike again, whose own cum-load was suddenly spattering my tits, neck, and face. I sobbed out another loud moan at our three-way money-shot being captured on cam-vid, fantasizing about thousands of Slutwife Christiana devotees spanking it tonight once it was posted it online.

I hammed up my orgasm for the camera a little bit, neither faking nor exaggerating, merely emphasizing: grunting, moaning, panting; detailing minutely how good it felt; how desperately I craved dirty, kinky, multi-man sexsexSEX; what a total cock-whore I was, every dirty thing I could think of in conjugal extremis--a spontaneous, stream-of-consciousness rant. After we'd all finished, I swiped Mike's jism off my tits and chin with my hand, licked it off, and ostentatiously swallowed every drop for the camera.

Acting? Not at all; what my online audience would soon be getting was nothing but the real me: Slutwife Christiana in the raw, uncut, uncensored, and unscripted. Just ...

... like the two men in that room with me were getting, just like every anonymous stranger I gave myself to had gotten, and always would get. No one could "act" all this heat, this passion, this sexual energy, it was completely impossible. Seriously now, who would want to even try faking it?

I gently but firmly pushed New Stud off of me, stood up, and grabbed the phone-cam from Mike, web-surfing straight to my favorite of our usual amateur-wife sites, logged in and uploaded, while I explained to New Stud what I was doing, how ferociously I got off on the thought that thousands of men bitten as hard as I had been by the Slutwife bug would soon be jerking off to my latest fuck-vid update on their computer. Lying on his back in our love-bed, New Stud smiled broadly at me, inserting three fingers into my well-fucked va-jay-jay as he lazily pulled his own perfect pud with his other hand.

Amazingly, I could see he was already getting hard again, a delightfully fast rejuvenation that spurred me to mount that long, fat cock cowgirl-style, leaning over so he could take one of my nipples into his mouth. I looked over and told Mike to start filming us again, as I rode that yummy cock like a demon-slut possessed. I whipped my hair about theatrically, licking and sucking the still-wet fingers that had been inside my pussy mere moments ago, crying out in ecstasy, squeezing and kneading the tit my anonymous stud wasn't sucking on with un-self-conscious abandon.

When I started to cum ...