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A Waiter for my Wife

... breast. "Squeeze them," she tells him. He raises his other hand up and starts to massage her tits. She starts another French kiss and it is only when their lips have been locked for a good minute that she lowers her hands and pulls the rest of the rubber off by the tip.

She palms it off to me like she's a cheap magician. As I turn towards the bin, I take a quick look at it. She's all over the outside and he has left just the smallest traces of pre-cum on the inside. It's almost a totem item, representing my cuckolding. It's a pity I can't keep it. I throw it away.

When I come back, she's back on the edge of the bed. He's about to push her back but she leans forward and starts sucking him again. He puts both hands behind his head, leans back with his eyes closed and lets her go to town. She starts playful enough, teasing the first inch but before too long she attempts to get what she wants -- as much of his beautiful thick dick in her mouth as she can.

These days Amy can get her chin on my balls no problem. With this guy, she is struggling at the halfway point. She reaches up to his arse for support and tries to pull him closer. She holds tight for up to ten seconds and then pulls away, coughing and spluttering and with tears in her eyes. A moment later though and she's back, his dick now fractionally further in.

Its the third time she tries to swallow him whole that something clicks for him. His hands move to her head and he's pulling her in. When she starts to ...

... choke on his dick, he lets her back up immediately. The fourth time though he keeps her there. She's trying to pull back and is gagging, but he won't let her quit. It's only when she taps the bed three times with her hand that he releases her.

She lies on the bed trying to get her breath back, but she's also laughing. He turns to me for a second, to gauge my reaction. He gets it now. He can be rough. She wants him to be rough. He spins her round so her head is half off the bed facing upward, grabs her on each side of the chin, and starts to face fuck her. From my position, I can see his balls smacking her in the forehead with each thrust.

I find myself a chair, unzip and take my dick in my hand. It's been hard since I got up here, but only now that the two lovers have settled in do I permit myself a little pleasure.

The frantic thrusting suddenly slows. She's got her hands round his arse again and she's been experimentally shifting her neck and his hips. He's allowing her now, going slower for her benefit. She takes two deep breaths through her nose and then pulls his dick all the way inside her. It's a zen moment, I watch her chest go up and down five times before she releases him. When she sits up, she's not even flustered.

"Damn," says Frank.

She blushes and looks away. She pulls herself onto the bed and then pulls her feet up above her head, grabbing each one by the ankle.

"Pound me into the middle of neck week," she tells him.

He does. If he's slow and ...