A Shared Secret - Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Shared Secret - Part 2

... stop jerking. I was getting too close, and I'd be damned if I came before they started fucking. Instead, I cupped my balls, rolling them in my palm. Wyatt gathered Alma's hair in his fist, holding it back from her face so he and I could both see her tonguing his slit. My own cock began producing an ample amount of pre-cum as I eagerly watched my wife's mouth travel down the length of Wyatt's shaft. She stopped at the halfway point, giving the base of his dick a squeeze while her head bobbed up and down. All the while, she moaned with her own pleasure. I couldn't believe the woman I loved had her lips circled around another man's cock. I couldn't believe how much it excited me.

When Alma lifted her head to draw in a breath, our stares met. "Take him deep, sweetheart," I told her in a low voice. "I know you can." Alma's hazel eyes widened, but she readily did as I said.

"Ah, yes!" Wyatt groaned. His gaze was riveted to Alma while she took almost every inch. I heard her making little gulping noises, and I knew he could feel her throat constricting around his cock. When she finally pulled off, gasping for air, saliva trickled from the edge of her mouth. The veins in Wyatt's hard dick were even more pronounced, clearly visible beneath his skin. Alma stroked him while nuzzling his sack. I couldn't resist jerking off as she licked his balls. She took his right nut, and then his left, in her mouth, sucking with a force that drew his skin taut. "Holy shit!" Wyatt's breath ...

... caught in his chest. I had to grin, for I understood all too well how amazing her mouth could feel.

When she returned to sucking Wyatt's cock, his eyes took on a desperate look. "Baby, wait, I'm getting close!" he warned. She seemed reluctant to stop, but I could sense her satisfaction at bringing him right to the edge. Wyatt pulled her toward him so he could give her a fierce kiss. Then he looked over at me. "Do you want me to eat Alma's pussy, Sam?" he asked with a grin.

"Fuck, yes!" Again I stopped stroking in my attempt to last. This edging gave me a pleasure that bordered on excruciating. I moved my chair even closer to the bed so I could lean forward. As Alma lay on her back, Wyatt spread her legs wide. It would have been so easy for me to reach out and caress her calf, but I wouldn't allow myself to touch her. There was a strange kind of freedom, I realized, in simply sitting and watching. For a time, someone else had assumed the responsibility of satisfying my wife, while I was able to relax and vicariously experience their arousal.

Wyatt seemed to understand how excited Alma already was, for he didn't waste time teasing her. Instead, he buried his face between her thighs and began licking her clit at a fervent pace. She lifted her head to watch him, a hand pressed against her forehead. "Yes, yes, just like that! Don't stop!" she cried. I was close enough to see her clit swell even more beneath Wyatt's tongue. He eased two fingers inside her, thrusting ...