I'm know what's on the other side of the door which makes it both difficult to open and impossible not to. She sent me the text, a warning and an invitation, leaving my gut in knots of anticipation and pain. I know why it has to be this way, why nothing is just one thing, but opposite and incompatible things all at once.
I can hear her. I need to see her but the thought squeezes my anxiety until I can't breathe. And yet I'm breathing harder—arousal, anger and fear all mixing together to make my dick painfully hard. She groans my name. She either knows I'm here or she's already picturing it. I am too. God that hurts. I reach down, thinking to adjust my raging erection when she calls out again, louder this time. She must have heard me slide my key into the door. There's no way to hide now.
She had turned the couch around so that it was facing the front door instead of the flat screen on the far wall, so that when I walk in the first thing I see are their tangled limbs. I swore to myself I wouldn't stop in the doorway but the sight is just as powerful as it was the first time and I feel as if someone swung a bat into my stomach.
"Close the door," she snarls at me from under him. It serves to snap me out of it and I shove the door closed with none of urgency I'd shown when I'd opened it. "Sit down," she says as she turns back to the huge man who has barely faltered in his pace.
"That him?" the man grunts as he pushes himself up, still balls deep in her on my couch. She spreads her legs further so I can see his organ disappearing into her stretched pussy as he starts up again. I fall into the chair across from them, my ass hitting the seat harder than I intended. It's like this every time, like my body has just given into the shock that wasn't a surprise and refuses to function coherently.
"Yeah, baby," she moans enticingly, arching her back as he grips her hips, pulling her lithe body into his pistoning hips. She writhes, her body on perfect display from my vantage point. The man glances over at my stricken face, grins and turns back to her, moving faster. My eyes are glued to where his dick is pounding over and over into my wife. His organ is thick and glistening with her fluids; her pussy is swollen and pink from his hammering. She begins to lift her hips into him, getting close, rubbing herself all over him to get the sensation in just the right spot.
My arms feel like lead as she lifts her far leg, pressing her perfect heel against his shoulder. His hand strokes her smooth skin as he makes his way up to her ankle. She gasps as he grips it, opening her further, testing just how flexible she is as he finds new ways to penetrate deeper into her greedy cunt.
"Oh yes, baby, that's it," she cries out as he leans over, shoving his pubic bone into her clit every time he bottoms out. She grasps her breast, kneading the mounds as she continues her beautiful chorus of screams and groans. Her skin glows with sweat, her body, her perfect delectable body, twists under him, around him, responding to him. She turns to face me, her eyes glazed and far off. She is beautiful, her mouth open, just a hint of a furrow in her brow, she's so close.
Her blue eyes snap to focus on my face and again the air feels like it leaves my lungs even while I pant. If I could feel my body I'm sure I'd be more aware of the raging hard on I have tenting my pants, but instead all of my being is focused on her face as she smiled cruelly at me. She takes me in, the defeated hunch of my shoulders, the erection and the stricken look I can't seem to control. Her breath comes faster, her hips moving more frantically as her lover groans and moves even faster.
Even as she orgasms her eyes stay focused on me. It's like a light has been turned on inside her, her body tenses and her long, elegant fingers grip his much larger forearms. Her frown relaxes and her eyes go wide. All the tension and emotion drain away and for that perfect moment she shines. He leans over, pressing her leg even further back, practically folding her in two. His mouth descends on her nipple making her jerk and convulse as her mouth opens in a beautiful scream. Her gaze loses focus, her eyes roll back and close as her body is wracked with her climax.
He pumps his hips faster, following close behind with his own offering as he groans and unloads into her. He pulls out, wanking his member so that the last of his spunk ends up on her stomach. He half collapses over her, catching himself on his other hand against the back of the couch. "Holy shit," he groans, pulling his sticky hand away from his shrinking cock. My wife grabs his hand and wipes it on the breast he hadn't serviced during her orgasm. He watches, fascinated. My stomach sinks further into my spine.
"Thanks, baby," she says and she lifts her head to kiss him with all the sated gratitude she can muster. When she pulls away and lays back again, he glances over at me, unsure what to do. I know how I look, a man of my size slumped and passive in a chair staring at his well fucked wife with a look of horror. It fuels my shame and I feel the stimulation working its way up my spine. He stands up, looking back to her as she gives him a warm smile.
She turns her eyes to mine again. The sky blue color contrasts with her steely gaze as she takes me in. "Get over here," she snaps, the tone making my hair stand on end. I slide to my knees and crawl to the couch. The man is still standing there, watching me obey. "Clean up here." Her voice makes me want to cum in my pants.
I open my mouth and start to lick the cum from her breast. The taste is familiar and yet it makes me shudder as it hits my tongue. It smells like her, and him and the thought twists my guts. I lick over her nipple, the hard bud pressing into my tongue, begging me to suck on it. I clean the rest of her breast, licking the firm flesh until it tastes only of her again. I move to return to the nipple only to feel her swat my bottom with her hand. "None of that. You have work to do."
I turn my attentions downwards, licking the gooey semen from her stomach.
