And just like that, my minds blown – where we went next? (PART 3) - Sex Stories

And just like that, my minds blown – where we went next? (PART 3)

... turned on at how my wife was being treated by this old fella. What I heard next nearly pushed me over the edge, between grunts he said ‘you mucky little slag, I’ve never had my arsehole licked before, get right in there you filthy bitch.’ Without touching my cock, I licked my finger and started rubbing it around my own arsehole, edging myself closer to cumming.

Alan then said he was close to cumming, that he didn’t want to waste the opportunity to make love to her, Stacey quickly responded saying ‘I’d prefer you to fuck me.’

‘My mistake’ Alan replied ‘now pass me a condom so I can fuck you.’

Stacey let out a dirty laugh, ‘ah ah, no condoms, you silly old man, I want to feel your dirty old spunk filling my young pussy.’

Stacey must have been laid on her back, because Alan said no, not missionary because all my wife will ever do, She just lays there until I’m done. ‘I want to fuck you from behind, get on your hand and knees.’

I strained to hear for a around a minute, I could just make out Stacey groaning and Alan taking deep breaths, before Stacey broke the relative silence with ‘will you just fuck me before . . . arrgh ohh.’ Her sentence was cut short and replaced by the pleasurable moan. Followed by Alan shouting ‘Yes. There you go, you inpatient bitch.’ Alan must have been teasing her, choosing to ram his full length into her to shut her up. I then heard several deliberate thrusts, with grunts (from who I couldn’t tell) coming from each thrust, presumably as ...

... he bottomed out in her pussy. ‘Who’s slut are you now?’ Alan asked, Stacey replied that he hadn’t done enough to make her his slut yet.

Smack, smack and an even louder smack was met with increasingly excited whimpers from Stacey. I then remembered she was putting on (and describing) a show for me. She clearly and slowly said ‘That’s more like it, I was starting to worry you didn’t have it in you. Now pull my hair and ruin my pussy.’ She hissed in pain as I envisaged Alan pulling her hair, then grunted or gasped each time he shafted her, I could hear him building his pace, there had been a constant slapping noise, that had been speeding up. As if reading my mind wondering what it was, Stacey panted ‘yes, that’s it, harder . . . I can feel you balls banging against my clit. Oh fuck yes, show me what your wife’s been missing.’ Alan interrupted her ‘leave her out of this you little bitch,’ but Stacey’s words must have angered him, which in turn made him fuck her harder. ‘Your just a worthless, dirty little whore,’ I strained to make out from Alan as he was clearly banging her for all he was worth. Stacey then cried out that she was cumming and pleaded with him not to stop, she was hyperventilating, gasping the words out ‘fuck me hhh, pleassshsh fu-fu-fuck meee, fill me with your arrggh spunk, yes.’

I totally lost the plot at this, I’d been so lost in the moment, I didn’t even realise that I was wanking with one hand and fingering my own arsehole with the other, it was a good ...