The duel sounds of Randy's heart throbbing and Paula's lungs crying out for air mingled in the electrically charged air of the Lindsey bedroom as the man of the house tried to grasp what his wife was silently hinting at.
His eyes fully adjusted to the dark now, Randy swiveled his neck back and forth as he stared at his wife's awestruck and exhausted eyes as she gazed back and forth between her husband's face and the still erect slab of jutting meat between Dylan's muscular legs.
"No," Randy's lazy eyes seemed to beg despite the fact that he could see the look of drained determination on her sweaty face.
"I did that for you," Paula's wanton expression seemed to insinuate. "Now you do this for me." "You've already embarrassed and compromised yourself enough by letting this happen," Randy muttered privatly as he filled with a deluge of internal strife.
"You just let one of your employees sleep with your wife..right in front of you..and she liked it..liked it a lot....and now they want you to do..to do...this..you can't..you just...can't," the last hints of Randy's inner strength spoke up.
"But you've started down that slippery slope you sonofabitch...there's no way you can stop it now..you've completly lost control and there's no way to get it back," a defeated voice retorted quickly as Randy stared back and forth once more at his naked wife and Dylan.
It was then that the sexually charged teenager seemed to finally grasp what was developing between husband and wife. Gripping his cock tightly by its ungodly thick base, Dylan began pumping it once again in expectation was what his boss was about to do.
"This is too fuckin' unreal," the youngster shook his head, beginning to fill with sick curiousity, wondering what it was going to feel like when Randy Lindsey's mouth descended into his crotch while Paula excitedly looked on.
Feeling the remnants of Paula's moisture cling to his cock like slick honey as he jacked it up and down, Dylan felt a nuclear dose of adrenaline explode through his synapses when he contemplated the reality that Randy was about to put his mouth around his cock and suck off his wife's vaginal juices.
Subtly spreading his muscular legs further apart on the bed, Dylan gave the older man an inviting pathway towards the most demeaning thing he would ever do.
With the look of a condemned man headed for the gallows, Randy nervously slid his weight across the disjointed covers until he was less than a foot away from Dylan's opened legs.
Randy was so close now that he could clearly smell the intermingled fluids that were glistening on Dylan's stalk and he felt his stomach turn realizing he was about to taste that very thing. Trying his best to work up the courage to take the final downward plunge, Randy looked at his wife once more and felt his blood run cold when he saw the look of unrelenting lust and desire in her glassy eyes.
Extending his left leg straight out on the bed, Dylan planted his right foot down on the floor as Randy Lindsey tentativly lowered his face down.
"D..Damn," Dylan mouthed, feeling an awkward and unsteady wave of sensation burst through each one of his nerve fibers as he allowed another man's lips to touch his cock for the first time.
Keeping his eyes trained tightly on Paula's amazed face, Dyaln was desperate to moniter her expression as she watched her husband's head bob up and down on his straining jock.
"Fuck this feels weird," Dylan wonderously hummed to himself as he freely allowed his boss to skiddishly swirl his lips and tongue over his throbbing genitalia.
"Yess..that's it," the teenager gasped down approvingly. "Show your wife just how good of a cocksucker you can be."
Dylan felt the blood that was already causing his cock to jut proudly up into the air start to burn with stinging arousal when he saw Paula lower her right hand between her legs and tenderly massage her swollen pussy after he had verbally egged on Randy's cocksucking efforts.
"Look at that Mr. Lindsey..don't take your mouth off my joint..just shift your head to the side a little and look at the way your wife is friggin' herself at what your doin' to me," Dylan crudely suggested.
Dylan immediatly felt a tangible gust of air ripple out from Randy's gaping mouth, bathing his genitals in a warm rush of exhaled force when the older man's eyes latched on to what Paula was doing with herself.
"Suck it harder for her, Randy," Dylan commanded, noticing at the same time that his boss' cumcaked cock was starting to become erect once again between his shaken legs.
"Shit..this is unbelievable," the teenager snickered as he felt the twinges of his frothy seed beginning to boil inside of his balls for the second time of the night.
"He's really getting into it Paula," Dylan whispered. "Look at the way his lips are stretched all around it ....and Paula..look at the way the viens in his neck are straining..sure looks like he's trying to suck my cock dry!"
Dylan could see Paula's eyes widen with erotic anticipation as he continued to shove his dick in and out of her husband's trembling mouth. For just a moment, Dylan was sure he was going to empty his stored up lust directly down the cowering man's throat, but at the last possible instant, Dylan clamped his hand around the base of his meaty beheamouth and with a violent tug, pulled it free from Randy Lindsey's oral grip.
"I'm not gonna waste my big load down your mouth," Dylan gruffly sneered down to a strangly crestfallen Randy. "I think I'm gonna stick it back up your wife's pretty cunt and leave my cum deep inside of her..if you want some bad enough...maybe she'll let you lick it out when I'm done."
"You did do a good job Randy..no question about that..look at how hard you got my dick and look at the shiny way the whole thing is glistening right now," Dylan chided as he allowed himself to wallow in perverse joy at the older man's dazed embarrassment.
"Tell you what Randy..you did such a good job sucking my cock and getting it hard.....and from the looks of things..you're back hard again yourself...look at that beautiful wife of yours laying beside us...think she deserves a DP..come on..you up for it?"
"I..I don't think I have...anything...left...." Randy stuttered nervously at the prospect of joining the young stud in his proposed endeavor.
"Ah...come on," Dylan barked back, before reaching over to massage his fingers through Paula's humid vaginal fleece. "The way you jacked off over there in the corner watching Randy...come on..you know you want to feel what it feels like to have your cock buried in Paula's ass while I'm thrusting it in and out of her pussy...look at that cunt right now.....look at how puckered out it is..its gaping open so far you can almost see her tonsils..you know she deserves to have it filled with cum and since you've already wasted all of yours..why don't you just climb underneath her and let me do what.. your... wife..wants..me ..to...do!"
"Do you want us to DP you Mrs. Lindsey?" Dylan suggestivly asked as he danced his fingers over top of Paula's engorged clit.
"MMMPPHH...AAHHHH...AAHHH," Paula gurgled back, her body shimying on the bed as if Dylan was manipulating her by remote control.
"Yeah..I thought so...go ahead and stroke that cock of yours Randy while I keep playing with your wife's cunt....get it all hard again and we'll get started," Dylan gleamed.
Watching Paula's eyes shift back and forth in the hazy darkness, Dylan knew she was focusing on both his and Randy's cock, trying to get a mental picture of how it was going to feel having them both inside of her.
Looking as if she had briefly turned to stone when Randy eased up beside her and nervously kissed her on the cheek and shoulder, Paula had no clue just how close to tears her husband really was as he carefully eased her up onto her side so he could take his place, as Dylan had ordered, underneath her.
A famished gasp of empty exhaustion hiccuped from Paula's mouth when she felt her husband's body slide underneath her. Eventhough she had clearly heard Dylan's intended plan of DP'ing her with Randy, her mind was simply too blitzed to process just what it meant to her already ravaged body. The clarity and simple primal purpose of Dylan's intentions were made perfectly clear however when she felt Randy's sneak his fingers between her sweaty white asscheeks.
"God Randy," She gasped. "We haven't done it..there..in almost a year..are you sure you wanna go through with this?"
Randy Lindsey didn't answer, knowing it was fruitless to put up any sort of obstacle as Dylan, cock in hand, crept closer on the mattress.
"I really don't have a choice," Randy cringed internally as he forced his erect but spent prick towards the tight rubbery target of Paula's rectum.
"Randy..you'll never get it in..you never do after you've already cum," Paula correctly guessed to herself as she felt Dylan's weight begin to crush down on top of her chest.
Dylan reached over and took a long, slow sip from the glass of water Randy had brought from the kitchen as he broodingly waited for his boss to get his cock inside of Paula's ass. Rubbing his prick with his right hand to keep it ready to enter the married woman, Dylan had to fight the urge to laugh out loud at each of Randy's failed attempts to enter his wife.
"Get it in there Randy..come on...I'm starting to get that buzz again sitting here staring at your wife's shiny cunt.....I know you can smell it from down there just how turned on she is..get that cock of yours shoved up her behind quick ..I'm gonna fuck her whether your inside of her or not," Dylan soberly warned.
