I watched uneasily as Irene extended her tongue, thereby making Matt's upcoming rim-job look like a certainty. This continued expansion of her sexual horizons was a real kick in the nuts for me, especially as Matt wanted Irene to work for it. He lowered his ass-cheeks slightly, but in an effort to maintain control, he kept his butt far enough above my wife's tongue, that she had to stretch to reach it.
It was painful to watch my wife crane her neck in an attempt to lick Matt's ass, and I was experiencing a multitude of feelings, as the tip of her tongue grazed his rosebud. Disgust, that she would rim another man. Jealousy, that it wasn't me. Pity, that she felt indebted enough to this man, to agree to eat his ass in the first place. Shame, that he made her work so hard for it, instead of just lowering himself onto her face, so that she could comfortably accommodate him.
Another emotion, rage, surfaced quickly, as Matt began to talk.
"Fuck yeah, Irene, you dirty bitch," he said appreciatively, "that feels sensational."
I knew Matt was a master manipulator of women, and I also knew that Irene responded very favorably to affirmation. She had always been that way, starting from when we were in High School. This need for validation continued through her career, our marriage, and her familial relationships. Now, presumably from spending enough time with my wife, Matt had gleaned enough personal information from her, in order to manipulate her.
Irene lowered her head slightly, and taking the bait, sought further assurance that she was doing a good job.
"Does that feel good, Matt?" she whispered. "It's my first time."
"I know baby," he said condescendingly. "Just do your best. Good girl."
There it was again, that fucking "Good girl," label that I detested. Irene seemed to like the attention though, as she let out a giggle, and raised her lips back to Matt's rosebud.
Judging by the look of abject pleasure on Matt's face, Irene was a quick learner, and her tender attentions to his asshole caused him to stop fucking Daphne, and just enjoy the moment.
"Holy Christ, Irene," he grunted. "You are amazing."
Daphne looked over her shoulder, and upon seeing the look of ecstasy on Matt's face, seemed a little jealous.
"Matt," she whispered, "Fuck me, baby! Then we need to get back to the wedding."
I knew that the three of them were caught-up in the moment, and had lost track of time, so it was no surprise to me when Matt said that he was ready to come. However, I wasn't expecting him to withdraw his cock from Daphne's wet pussy, and neither was Daphne. She let out a disappointed moan, as his huge cock emerged from her love-canal, slick with her vaginal fluids.
To her credit, my wife stayed focused, rimming her boss as he prepared for his upcoming orgasm. Even though I had enjoyed a few lovers prior to marrying Irene, I had never been in a situation where I had complete control of another woman. Matt, by contrast, was owning these two, and even though I felt jealous because one of them was my wife, I was impressed by his take-charge attitude.
Without any discussion, or attempt to get consent, Matt lined his well-lubricated cock up with Daphne's asshole, and began to force his way in. I was grateful at that moment that her husband had been unable to attend the wedding. His presence wouldn't have changed Matt's behavior one iota, and in all likelihood, the two of us would have been hiding outside the window of the Summer House, watching passively as Matt enjoyed both of our wives.
Matt grabbed Daphne's hips and eased forward, using her own vaginal fluids as a make-shift lubricant. Daphne grunted, her discomfort evident as she adjusted to his invasion of her anal passage. Matt kept forcing his way inside her, until after several moments, he was balls-deep. He composed himself for a few seconds, and then began to slowly ass-fuck Daphne.
You could see the pleasure on his face as he enjoyed the combination of Daphne's tight little asshole, and my wife's tongue brushing against his rosebud. It appeared that Matt had switched priorities, and was now fully focused on his own orgasm. He picked up his pace, spread his knees slightly further apart, to give my wife more room to work with, and began to fuck Daphne with more urgency.
As he approached his orgasm, he gave the girls fair warning.
"I am getting close, ladies," he announced enthusiastically. "Irene, stick your tongue in my ass."
As Matt's eyes widened, presumably in response to my wife's tongue penetrating his sphincter, I felt another wave of jealousy wash over me. Irene and her best friend were doing absolutely everything in their power to rock this man's world, oblivious to the fact that I was watching through the window, like a total cuckold.
"Come in my ass, baby," Daphne implored him, as she looked over her shoulder at her boss.
A few seconds later, Matt stiffened, threw back his head, gave Daphne one firm slap on the ass, that reverberated around the Summer House, and unloaded his nuts into her anal passage, as Irene ate his muscular ass. Matt was quite vocal when he came, and I was worried that he would attract the attention of any other wedding guests that happened to be walking in the garden of this venue.
After Matt had composed himself, he withdrew from Daphne's anal passage, and excused himself to take a shower. My wife and her best friend, having been conditioned to obey Matt's every directive, remained motionless in their sixty-nine
position, until he returned with a towel around his waist. I can only assume that Matt's semen eventually began to leak out of Daphne's ass, and that guided by gravity, some of it ended up on Irene's face. Whatever the case, Matt's pleasure was more important to them than their own comfort, and they remained on the bed, until he dismissed them.
