Jane sat there in their bedroom, still in just her night shirt and panties. She couldn't believe what was happening, but didn't seem to have the will to stop it. Her eyes were glued on to the beautiful Asian woman, her eyes staring back into her own and she could see the absolute pleasure her husband was giving her.
The way the large man had a hand wrapped around her small neck and choked her as he slammed his dick into her from behind. "Yes Daddy, yes daddy, fucking use me like a slutty whore." The words, the sounds, even the smells of the couple had excited Jane in ways she'd never known. Her thighs squeezed together, her nipples strained from the inside of her shirt and she was constantly swallowing as she looked on in longing.
Ten minutes earlier, they had found her on the floor of their hallway, spasming from one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. But instead of kicking her out, they simply smiled, left their door open, and welcomed her into the room.
John, the gentle giant of a man, had picked up his wife and taken her to bed. What was originally a quiet fucking, now turned into a loud, passionate sex scene. She lost count of how many times Lucy had stiffened and screamed in pleasure. How many times she had begged for him to speed up or move rougher.
But the only thing that separated something as special as this from porn, was that it was real. The fact that there was no director telling them what to do. No fake "ooohh's" and "ahhh's". Just completely real, hardcore, passionate love making. And it had her body desperate to be played with.
Fuck it!
She thought to herself, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs wide. Her hands slid under her shirt and panties and she nearly came the moment she grazed her clit and nipples. Her body was more sensitive and needy as ever and she needed the release. NOW.
They have no issues with me watching them. This was their idea and it's fucking sexy.
The demon on her shoulder was carressing her mind with reassurances and excuses for what she was doing, but at this time, she didnt care. As her moaning started to quietly join the married couple, she could feel both of their eyes on her.
Like wolves watching their next meal, she never left their sight. But when she continued with her wanton lust, they continued in a more feral pace. The sound of Johns hand as it crashed into Lucy's ass was like lightning through Jane's mind. Every moan and scream rang through her ears and into her filthiest of fantasies.
She couldn't help but imagine the huge man, holding her down and thrusting that huge dick deep within her, stretching her pussy walls until-
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she cried, squeezing her thighs together suddenly as wave after wave of climax hit her. Her fingers were soaked in her own juices more than porn could ever get from her. But watching these two was everything she could ever want.
As she finally came down from her high, she watched longingly as John pulled himself free. Lucy lay there, gasping for breath and unable to make her body listen to her commands. But as he gripped her hair and passed through her lips, Jane watched as she happily milked him dry.
Jane could practically feel the hot liquid hit her tongue, filling her throat and savoring the taste of not just him, but the remnants of her as well. Her mouth salivated at the thought of finishing him off after a long, harsh fucking, before returning slowly to the present.
She woke the next morning in her own bed, still clothed and untouched. She looked around at her room and found... nothing different. Even her vibrator was still on the bedside nightstand where she had left it.
Was that...was that a dream?
