Ashtray - Sex Stories

Ashtray

Sitting in our modest house naked while stroking my pathetic four inch cock, I listen to my breathing, but I have to stop and use my hands to adjust the mask I’m wearing. It’s a black leather strap across the bottom part of my face which supports a stainless steel ashtray sticking out front. It feels loose and is throwing me off, so I make it a little tighter. There, that feels better. I wonder what the studs that bang my wife think when they see me in this getup. The ones she keeps around fuck her proper, and having another man in the room jerking off while watching hasn’t sketched out anyone, yet. It helps that Hannah is a fucking hot brunette with long legs and a naturally skinny frame, equipped with tits that are easily two handfuls. And her face is cute as hell too; her nose being slightly curved downward makes it proportionate to her small forehead and slender cheeks, while her eyes have an enjoyable oval shape to them that really show off how big and green they are; however, I think what really turns a lot of men on is her ability to know exactly what she wants and then she goes for it, a take it or leave it attitude. I adjust the navy blue blanket thrown over our couch and go back to waiting for Mark and Hannah. Our routine is usually the same. Hannah will have a few drinks in the kitchen with whoever she decides to fuck, and that usually follows some foreplay before entering the living room, where I am now. Now they are both in front of me, Hannah degrading me and ...

... Mark ignoring this nude fellow with an ashtray strapped to his face sitting on the corner of the couch, but I notice that his cock starts to bulge under his khakis as he gently caresses and kisses my wife. My wife, in her matter of fact tone, tells me to make way for real dick. “Get up bitch, he gets the sofa, go over there and get on your knees, away from us.” I stand up, compliant, and move while getting down next to the two fuck buddies, just like my wife commands. She sits down next to Mark, who is about 6’1, skinny like a rail with spiked blond hair. He’s not what you would consider handsome, just average, but his cock makes up for it. Fat and long, a good nine or ten inches, and just what she truly needs. She strips away his clothes while he does the same to her, but leaves her purple thong and white knee socks with black stripes in place. They kiss at first, tongues gently touching each other, almost dancing, as he fondles her, cuffing her tits and sucking them gently as she arches her back out. Her nipples grow taut with every thick lick of his tongue, and the way her tits squish against his face before falling to the side again as he takes them in his mouth turns me on. I stroke myself slowly while inching closer to them both, still on my knees. His other hand rubs the outside of her panties in a circular motion, getting her pussy soaked and I notice them growing darker as his hand and fingers massage away, her eyes rolling up as she groans. “Don’t stop! Rub my clit ...