Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth

... against her cunt, the sound of it sloppy and nasty.

And Sarah, Sarah fumbling at his belt.

His pants slumped to his boots with a clatter of buckle and keys.

'Oh god,' Sarah said. 'Tom, look at him.'

And I didn't want this, I didn't want to see, but the deeper part, the real part, the very heart of this new me drew closer. She held his cock and he was immense. Fat and thickening, solid and hardening, the length of him long and improbably so.

'Tom, show him.'

'Sarah...'

'You fucking promised, Tom. Whatever it takes, Tom. Now this is what it takes. Show him.'

And she spoke true. I had promised. I had said that I would do whatever it might take. And now I understood that I had intended every word.

I trembled, I flushed, I quivered. My belt loose with an easy tug and I dropped my trousers.

'You're fucking kidding me,' Jordan said, breaking away, his fingers gleaming in the fractured light. 'What a fucking sissy'.

I stood, hands to my side, pink panties darkened with precum. The nubbin of my cock cage twitched and pointed to Sarah.

'Lose the panties,' Sarah said, jacking Jordan's cock with a ferocious eagerness. Jordan rocked into her fist, her wedding ring sparkling against his thick white rigid flesh.

I eased my panties down my legs and stood straight.

Jordan laughed, full and unrestrained. 'What the fuck,' he said, stooping down to see more clearly. 'What is that thing?'

'It's a cage for his tiny dicklet.'

'No,' Jordan said, ...

... 'Not the cage, this.' He flicked the slick red tip of my cock that had squeezed through the steel of the cage. I gasped. Jordan snickered again, 'It looks like he's got a fucking clit.'

He turned back to Sarah, his mouth against her mouth, his hands working at her tits, pulling them loose. He bent forward and lapped at her nipple, teased at her nipple, then chewed at her nipple. He sucked at the fleshy flab or her tit and pulled away leaving his mark.

'Fuck,' Sarah said, 'I need that cock right now.'

Jordan stood, shifted his weight, then pushed her dress up and over her hips. And that's when I realised, that's when I truly understood. She'd shaved herself bare. She'd considered this. She'd planned for this.

'Bet she never gets this wet for you,' Jordan said, easing two fingers into her cunt, before adding a third and then frigging her like a mad thing.

'Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,' she said, squeezed his hand between her thighs and shook for a moment as she came.

Jordan pulled his fingers free and flicked a splatter of slop down onto the tarmac.

'You and your wife are totally fucked up,' he said.

Sarah laughed. 'So, you going fuck me or what?'

'Am I ever,' Jordan said, as he slicked his cock up and down her fuck-slit, teasing, making her wait. Sarah rocked with her hips, Sarah begged, Sarah pleaded.

Jordan grinned and leaned into it, his cock head parting her slick lips.

'Sarah,' I said. 'Condom,' I said.

Jordan hesitated. Sarah bit at her ...