A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love

... I wanted to watch. I needed to see it happen.

When I saw Wes unbutton her blouse, she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations as he was undressing her in front of me. When he was slipping her blouse off, she looked at me, seeing my reaction to what Wes was doing. I saw a small smile flit across her face, as if she could see my conflicting emotions.

Wes was intent on Helen and her reactions. She moved her focus back to Wes as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and forced them down together with his boxer shorts. She was exploring his cock, and I couldn’t believe it when she kneeled in front of him, put his cock in her mouth, and cupped his balls. I focused on what Helen was doing when I saw her bra unfastened by him, and she let it drop to the floor.

She stood and started removing his shirt, and Wes was removing her panties. This was all going on while they were passionately kissing. They ended up on the bed naked, engrossed in each other. I could hear Helen's heavy breathing and whimpers while he was kissing and fondling her … uh, tits. He started slapping them, pinching her nipples, and twisting them until Helen reached down and started stroking his cock, murmuring something to him. I could see her excitement overwhelm her until she lay back, totally limp. I could see the satisfaction on her face.

Did she come for him already, Jesus? Did she? Hell, she did; this is agony.

He slid down and put his face between her thighs, and I could see his tongue ...

... probing and licking. She was going berserk and pushed him over on his back, saying, “Wes, I want to taste you again, Wes, your cock." She was twisting over him, putting her cunt over his mouth and his cock in her mouth.

I think my mind short-circuited because the rest of what they did was a blur. There was screaming, yelling, slapping, and I'm sure I heard Helen say, “Wes, I love this. I love you. I need this. Keep doing it to me.” At least I thought I did. When my memory turned back on, he was on his back, and Helen was riding his cock, screaming, “Cum in me! I want your cum in me. God, Wes, I’m coming, please. WES, god.” Then I saw Wes tense as he came inside her. We all collapsed; Helen was on top of Wes, and I just slacked against the ropes, and I felt the last pulses of my cum escape from my cock.

The exaltation I felt as my cock softened was fabulous, wonderful, and astonishing. It was better than I’d ever imagined.

I love seeing her like that, and I want that for her again. I want to watch, but even if I can't, I want it for her. Will she let me watch when she does it again? I want to; please, Helen, let me watch sometimes.

I felt my love, my passion, and my love for her overwhelm me.

They were kissing each other, caressing each other gently, and lovingly holding each other. He caressed her tits, and she caressed his cock, then brought her hand to lick his cum off.

“Wes, that was even better than last night. I’m going to want it again and again, but, ...