Slipping Into Depravity Ch 12

by Eve St. Albert

SAM

I woke up slowly. The bed was shaking. I was aware of it before I was fully conscious, and tried to tune it out. Then soft grunts. I tried to tune that out as well, and return to blackness. But by degrees, wakefulness crept over me.

This wasn't our bed. Wake a little more. What was that shaking. Those noises. Wake more. Last night...

I opened my eyes. Kayley was barely a couple of feet from me, on her back, naked, her legs in the air, in a strange room. A complete stranger was fucking her.

No wait, not a complete stranger.

Leroy.

You'd expect adrenalin, some kind of freak out, bolt upright, shock to the system awareness. But instead, I just watched my wife grunt and gasp in obvious pleasure, surrendering her body, as this near-stranger plowed her again and again. Should I have been freaking out? I wasn't horrified or jealous, I just observed calmly. If anything, I was getting hard.

She was so fucking beautiful with a cock in her.

Kayley noticed I was awake. Without a break in her fucking, without Leroy pausing or even slowing for an instant, she turned her head and smiled at me.

"Hey babe," she said casually. Leroy nodded at me, and turned back to his fucking. "Sleep well?"

"Great, actually," I replied. It had actually been a good sleep, deep and almost dreamless, only occasionally drifting up to a semiconscious awareness of her nearness, and then back down into contented blackness. "This is a great bed."

She grinned.

"Isn't it though?" she said, as he fucked her with a steady pounding rhythm.

He slowly pulled way back as I watched, exposing almost the whole of his massive shaft between her legs, shining and slick with her vaginal lubrication and slammed it into her, his big cock, pumping its whole length into her body, pushing her down into the bed She grunted loudly, moaning with pure pleasure.

"Oh that felt good," he sighed happily. He'd been wanting to ram hard for a while, apparently.

"Oh yes," she breathed, looking up at him.

"Sorry sport," Leroy said, glancing at me. "Been wanting to do that since forever, but we didn't want to disturb you. We didn't wake you, did we?"

"Uhm... No," I said. "I slept pretty good, I guess I just kind of woke up naturally."

It was unreal, I was watching another man fuck my woman, right in front of me. I could see everything, the light sweat beading her skin, the way her whole body gave way, sinking a little into the bed as I watched his cock thrust into her, pistoning smoothly into her body.

I stared at the way her hips lifted to take each thrust, the way her thighs clamped against him. Her perfect breasts swung back and forth in time with his fucking.

Her expressions shifted to longing as he pulled back, a half smile of satisfaction as he lunged forward, and in the moment he bottomed inside her, filled her with his male potency, an almost ecstatic flutter of the eyelids

Well, I thought, one mystery solved, as to why she'd kept insisting on going back to that bar, again and again. It was bigger than me, harder and filling her pussy again and again as I watched.

He bent down over her to kiss her again, and she lifted her neck

With each thrust, he took possession of her body, and she loved it. It fascinated and disturbed me how much Kayley loved that cock. It's a surreal experience to see another man, owning the love of your life, with his big cock, bigger than mine, fucking her better than me.

I couldn't look away. I was entranced, horrified, in lust, intimidated, aroused, impotent, excited, helpless, hypnotized. My cock throbbed with a will of its own, insanely hard, as if it wanted to tear loose. I could feel the head tingling, my balls pulling tight, and I knew with just the slightest stimulation I would ejaculate.

My mouth was dry. My whole throat. I swallowed.

"How long have you guys been going at it?" I croaked

They broke the kiss to look at me.

"About forty minutes," she gasped, her voice rising and falling, synching to his thrusts. "Forty-five. He was rubbing up against me when I woke. And..."

Forty-five minutes!!!

"Sorry," Leroy said. "I always wake up hard, and I guess I was poking against her."

"We didn't want to wake you up," Kayley grunted.

"Let you rest," Leroy agreed, he smiled.

Her hand stretched out to me. I took it, her fingers curled into mine. She smiled invitingly.

"Care to join us?" she offered. I almost ejaculated right there.

"No," I said quickly. Catching myself, I smiled back. "I think I'm enjoying watching. What a sight to wake up to!"

A complete stranger fucking my wife, and her loving it.

Her smile widened into something brilliant and joyful.

"Okay!" she said. "I love it."

She turned her head, looking up at her lover, as he fucked his hard cock into her sopping cunt, joining them below.

"Hey you!" she said. "I know you've been wanting to cut loose. Let's give my man a show."

Leroy laughed, he was already thrusting hard enough to shake her whole body. Since I'd opened my eyes his tempo had ramped up slowly but steadily becoming more unrestrained, his pounding into Kayley's welcoming body more intense. He looked at me, his eyes evil and gleeful, or was that my imagination. Was he simply happy with the joy of Kayley's tight cunt wrapped around his cock? Or was he there something darker? Was it just my insecurity?

"My pleasure!"

But Kayley was already squirming around underneath him. "Okay," she was saying. "Move a little over this way, so he can get a really good view, and I'm going to try and get my left leg up, and heel on your ass, so he can see right... Oh! Fuck! That's nice."

Holding her far knee high, hooked on her elbow, he'd taken the opportunity of her opened space to plunge shockingly hard and deep. She threw back her head, moaning loudly. He started pumping her ferociously, leaving her breasts heaving and her gasping for air.

"Uh uh huhhh," she whimpered. "Oh that was good." She regained enough to glance at me. "Pull up a pillow, to brace, so you can look dow--" And he slammed into her again in a series of driving thrust that left her breathless.

Taking her advice I let her hand go for a second to pull some pillows towards and under me, elevating my shoulders. As I tucked them, her hand reached blindly, automatically for me, as if detached from the rest of her enjoying the fucking. It reached towards my cock. I caught it, wrapping my fingers in hers.

If her fingertip had so much as touched my cock, I would have exploded instantly. And then...

Then we'd all know.

Her head turned towards me, our eyes met, and she smiled happily. She squeezed my hand. I smiled back reassuringly, and satisfied she turned to look worshipfully at the man whose cock was inside her.

"You like that big cock?" Leroy whispered, bending to kiss her, even as he jolted her with a series of hard thrusts that left her body shaking like a rag doll. Fuck, he was big. From this angle, I could see his hard wet shaft, it's length as it flowed in and out of her.

Somehow, despite the way her body shook with each thrust, she was able to lift her head to press her lips against his. Her eyes closed blissfully, and she threw her free arm around him in a wantonly romantic gesture. I could see her jaw open and stretch, her nostrils flaring as their lips slid against each other, and knew she was taking his tongue as well as his cock, and loving them both, inhaling them, drawing them into her body with raw desire.

"I love your big cock," she whispered back, smiling, eyes only for him. "It's so fucking big, I love the way you stretch me out and go deep. I can't get enough of it."

"Good girl," he said, and rewarded her with a kiss. For a few minutes, he ground his cock into her with slow rotating motions of his hips that left him withdrawing only an inch or so, leaving her mewing and squirming, trying to thrust her body up against his, gasping. Slowly, he eased into her, gradually shifting his temp to regular fucking, and then hard brutal pounding. I was amazed at the control he had over her body, the way he moved her, and the way she submitted.

Again and again, I was drawn to the sight of his thick shaft, drenched to the hilt, his crotch and pubic hair already soaked with her juices, thrusting into her yielding body with total dominance. His battering ram, brushing past the stretched, defeated gates of her pussy lips, swollen and abused already. I couldn't stop watching it, as much as it intimidated me, watching Kayley get fucked, seeing her take that cock was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I could watch it forever.

Leroy pulled all the way out, his huge cock hovering above her clit. I stared, open mouthed. It was immense. I knew he was bigger than me, but until that moment, I hadn't realized how much bigger. Last night, sitting or standing, hadn't fully conveyed it. But now, engorged on her cunt, soaked and shining with her slickness, fully resplendent, I was in awe. He had inches on me, girth, a physical mass and fullness I could never match.

No wonder he'd broken her on his cock. No wonder she craved him, had kept crawling back to the bar again and again.

He really had conquered her.

"Hey!" Kayley complained. Her hips rose to capture him again, but he moved with her, his cock doing no more than brush her lips. He smiled sadistically, teasing her, always just beyond her as she writhed, and spread and lifted.

"Oops," he said. "Fell out. I fucked you so hard you're a little loose. Want it back?"

"You bastard," she breathed. "Put it back."

"Bastard?" He smiled.

His cock brushed her clit. Breathlessly, I watched it hover, waiting for it to once again claim my woman as its own. She had already lost her battle, now her conqueror dictated its terms, confident of her urgent submission, toying with her.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "Put it back in my wet pussy, Sir, you big cocked bastard!"

Her eyes were merry and demanding. I realized, this was a contest of wills.

He laughed, holding her in place as she squirmed. Her muscles exhausted, she fell back, panting. He thrust up inside her quickly, his cockhead dropping to her lips, parting them and diving deep so hard and suddenly Kayley shouted and I was shocked breathless.

"Oh! Oh! Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit," she shook wildly.

He pulled out.

"Bastard?" he asked.

She's forgotten the battle, her will had been replaced by need.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm sorry Sir!" she moaned, squirming, lifting her hips to take his cock. "Just fuck me hard, please!"

"No more attitude?" he teased. His cock brushed against her lips. Her hips lifted, rolled, she impaled herself on the head. But he pulled away, and she fell back.

Her face was crazed with lust.

"No! No more attitude! No, Sir! Please!"

He grinned.

"Who's in charge?"

Kayley groaned in abject surrender. The contest was over, the battle of wills a rout. She'd been obliterated and was now reduced to groveling, abject submission. But perhaps that was what she'd wanted, to be conquered, to be reduced and defeated.

Or simply what she'd needed deep down. That in subterranean levels, she craved surrender, and so she'd launched a doomed campaign. Her desire had subverted her reason, sent her into a battle it understood she couldn't win.

Perhaps, deep down, she needed Leroy to break her will.

"You are!"

I could see sweat beading off her, a trickle running between her breasts, beads dropping from her chin. She was so wet between her legs, it was shining.

"That's better, bitch," he whispered. His cockhead slid down between her lips. She moaned, the lips parting, the head resting there half way in. She rolled her hips forward and he withdrew. Then slipped back, parting again. This time, shivering, her body shaking, she'd learned her lesson and held still.

"Are you a bitch?" he asked maliciously.

"Yes, yes," she whimpered. "I'm a bitch. I'm a total bitch that needs fucking."

The cock slid forward, now the head was buried completely. She groaned, her body twitching with the desperate effort to keep still, to play his game.

"Whose bitch are you?" he demanded.

Her response was instant. "Your bitch, Sir. I'm your bitch, Sir. This bitch pussy belongs to you and your cock." She was almost babbling, looking up at him, as he smiled down at her. "You're in charge. You own my pussy. Please, take it, make it your property!"

"Good bitch." He rewarded her with a long slow thrust deep, followed by an even slower withdrawal that left the tip of his cock outside, pressing against her parted lips. Even from my vantage point, I could see clearly that her pussy had not closed, but remained open and deliriously wet, awaiting for his erection to reclaim its property.

"You want this cock?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You need it?"

"Oh god, yes Sir!"

"You want to come?"

"Yes. I need to."

"You want me to come in you?"

"Yes! Yes! Come in me! Fill me up with your come!"

"In front of your boyfriend?"

"Yes! Yes! I want him to watch!" She was breathless, squirming.

"Then beg!" he shouted, and plunged hard into her pussy.

Kayley shrieked. It was like a bomb went off in her. Her hand locked onto mine, clamping in a viselike grip, but the rest of her went wild, her legs kicking out, her spine arching like a bow, her arms flinging wildly. Leroy descended on her, seizing her wrists, pressing down with his weight, as her body writhed violently. His hips slammed into her with incredible force, filling her with each thrust. The smack of their bodies was incredibly loud.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck this bitch," she cried out as he pounded her. "Please, Sir! Please fuck me! Fuck my bitch cunt with your big hard cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK!!! OHHHH!!!!"

Together they were a runaway freight train hurtling off the tracks, charging towards their orgasms. Liquid squirted out between them, streaming between Kayley's thighs. It was so sudden, so intense, and Kayley's howl so wild, it pushed Leroy over, and he roared, thrusting deep and holding there rigid, pumping volumes of semen directly into my true love's womb, even as her body eagerly swallowed it down.

Finally, they went limp, he rolled off her, and they laid there, sweat covered and panting, having experienced a shattering orgasm. Kayley squeezed my hand, glanced at him to see him staring at the ceiling, and turned her head to smile at me.

My sole accomplishment was not ejaculating instantly.

"Not bad," he said, after he caught his breath.

"Oh be still my beating heart," she whispered. They both laughed at that.

Leroy pulled himself up to a sitting position, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"I'm going to get a shower," he said casually, heading for the door. I noticed Kayley tracking his bare ass. Fair enough, so was I. "You kids have fun. But not too much. I'm going to make breakfast."

He paused at the doorway, swinging around back to us. Even deflating, his cock was still intimidating.

"Under the circumstances," he grinned. "Formal dress is optional."

He seemed amused by that, so I guessed it was a quote of some kind. A moment later, the shower ran.

Kayley stretched luxuriously, arching her back. God, she was magnificent. Whatever conflicts I felt about watching another man fuck her, her sheer gorgeousness swept everything away. I loved her so much.

She turned her head towards me, following the line of her arm into my hand, and then all the way up my arm. Our eyes met. She beamed at me.

"C'mere you!" She squirmed then, rising up on one side, and we worked our way across the bed to each other, kissing passionately.

"Gods!" she whispered. "I thought he'd never finish! There you were with that scrumptious erection just out of reach, and he kept going and going." Her eyes were dancing. "Read the room, Leroy!

"You looked like you were having fun," I said.

"Oh definitely," she confided. "God, it was excruciating, trying to be quiet while you were sleeping. I was holding my breath half the time. I think I had an aneurism every time I came."

Forty five minutes! How many times had he made her cum while I slept, unaware.

She kissed me.

"My eyes aren't bloodshot are they?" she whispered. "I think that's a sign of an aneurism."

I kissed her back.

"They're fine," I assured her.

She nuzzled my face, running her hand along my chest. I stroked her arm, ready in case she came too close to my erection. The maximum danger had passed, but I could still blow at any moment.

"Let's make love," she whispered. "I missed you so much, I want you so much."

My heart leaped with joy.

"Yes," I whispered back, while trying desperately to think of some way not to orgasm instantly. Bathroom, cold water? Fuck, Leroy was in the shower. Baseball scores.

Kayley twisted her body and laid back, spreading her legs, raising her knees. She pulled my head down, so that I was crouching in front of her pussy, now red and puffy and gaping from the massive shaft that had plundered her. She was sopping all the way down her thighs and up her belly. Leroy's copious semen oozed from her wrecked cunt in a silvery trickle of slime and whiteness.

"Come on down," she whispered, pulling my head towards her crotch. "Do your magic."

I stiffened resisting.

She pulled herself up on one elbow, suddenly concerned.

"What's wrong, babe?"

I hesitated.

"You got fucked really hard," I whispered. "You're just soaked down there."

She nodded.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I love oral sex after my pussy has taken a good beating, you know that. There's nothing like it. It's so sweet and soothing and amazing. It's like post-fucking heaven. We do it all the time."

"Well yeah," I whispered, "but this time, it's another guy that's fucked you."

She shrugged.

"That didn't stop you the first two times with Leroy, or the time with Derek," she whispered. I looked up. She seemed genuinely confused.

Yeah, I thought to myself. But Derek had worn a condom for one thing, his semen hadn't been in her. And each of those times, we'd driven home, she'd cleaned up, there'd been an interval.

"This is really fresh," I whispered. "Leroy's come is still oozing out."

"We've done it fresh lots of times," she said. "After you've come in me."

For some reason, women didn't understand. Maybe it was a guy thing.

"It's Leroy's come though. That's different. It's okay," she said. "I'd love it, but if you don't want to... we can go straight to fucking. I just want you, that's all."

My cock twitched warningly.

"No," I said, "it's okay. I want too..." Fuck, I thought. Damned if I do, damned if I don't."

Every minute that passed opened up the gulf between me and premature ejaculation. I stared at her thoroughly beaten pussy, puffy and gaping and slick, and at Leroy's ejaculate still trickling from her.

I lowered my head. She relaxed, laying back. Lifting her hips, presenting herself. He lips parted wider, a fresh trickle oozing forth.

"Uhm," I hesitated.

Kayley, questioningly, lifted her head to look down at me.

"You won't tell Leroy, okay?"

Her eyebrows raised, then she squinted and pursed her lips, and made an 'oh no no NO!' finger wave. I smiled. One hand crept down to me, and I reached up to hold it, once again, our fingers twining together. Her head lowered back, relaxing. I pressed my lips to her clitoris.

There's something about going down on a well fucked pussy. I'd only ever done it with Kayley. But it was amazing. There's something delicious about a pussy after a good fucking. There's a taste to it, sweet and bitter, rich and thick, but so intimately personal. The lips, the flesh is full, engorged with blood and arousal, almost puffy, but yielding and pliant. The clitoris, always so sensitive, is both swollen but numbed, excitable but receptive, eager to respond to the right touch of the tongue.