"Come on, show yourself to your husband," Brad said, grabbing Laura by the hair and pulling her off the couch. My wife stood up groggily.
"Get on your knees!" the guy ordered. Laura knelt down obediently and crawled on all fours after the stranger like an obedient bitch. When she reached my feet, she looked at me panting.
"Did you ever think your wife is such a bitch?" Brad asked, standing above her, looking into my eyes for the first time in the evening. I had no idea what to answer, I couldn't have spoken even if my mouth was free. But tied up like that, I couldn't even move my head, I just watched with my eyes wide open as the stripper yanked my wife's head up by her hair. "Look how much she enjoyed this hard fucking!" he continued to tease me, stroking my wife's panting lips with his thumb. "I'm quite surprised, hardly any of my guests love this kind of hardcore pounding this much!"
True, Laura was heaving in front of me in complete satisfaction. Her face was red, her nostrils dilated, just as her pupils, and a few stray strands of tangled hair fell into her face despite the others being in the guy's hand. That kind of satiety was spreading from her that is characteristic of fully satisfied, charged women.
The guy pulled my wife off the floor by her head. He looked into her face from very close, from inches.
"Did you enjoy it, bitch?"
"Very much...," Laura replied with a smile, and the guy kissed her with an angry gesture. His tongue ran deep into my partner's mouth, devouring each other with wild passion. It was then that I noticed that the dude was jerking his cock. Well, Laura looked damn good in her sexy panties, with her smeared makeup, freshly fucked. I would have liked to touch myself, too, but the handcuffs still held my hands tightly.
"Sit on your beloved husband's lap," the guy said softly, almost hissing. Laura obeyed again: she delved on me with straddle legs, swept the black boxer shorts from my lap to the rug, and sat on my lap. I could feel the closeness of her hot pussy on my throbbing dick. Laura even teased me with an evil grin, rubbing her groin straight to my cock. That's when I really felt how wet she was.
Laura reached back and adjusted my dick to her slit. She descended on it with a devilish smile: her dripping wet pussy embraced my throbbing rod easily.
"How do you like it?" my little wife asked.
"Mhhmm...," I moaned.
"Oh, poor you!" Laura leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. She swayed on my dick gently and gave tiny kisses around the ball gag in my mouth with her hot lips. Then she leaned over my ear, and whispered, "How do you like my cum filled pussy?"
It was damn good to be in her wet pussy. I also felt that this guy had fucked her really hard because she was gaping, moving so easily on me that I was afraid my cock was about to slip out of her. The slithering became even stronger, and this time not just because of Laura's juices: I could feel the fresh, sticky, foreign sperm in my wife's pussy even with my cock which had ejaculated twice already. The thick, hot liquid lubricated my cock like a fine oil and made Laura's pussy particularly smooth.
"Delicious, isn't it?" Laura asked, and I really had to agree. Even though I never would have done that on my own, now it was damn exciting to enter my wife's pussy having another man's sperm in it. Laura probably enjoyed it too, for she closed her eyes and slowly, in an almost meditative trance, began to ride up and down my dick. This had been one of our favorite positions so far, but in this weird lineup, it even felt more exciting somehow. The head of my cock entered lightly all the way into my wife's slippery-sticky pussy.
"No wonder... they say...," she panted while riding me, "that sperm is the best... lubricant..."
And it really was. Laura moved on my cock very easily also because of this special lubricant, but also because she had just been fucked hard by a muscular stranger.
