Janis flushed again, this time with pleasure. Elliott pulled her into his arms again and resumed their passionate embrace. Janis was stiff at first, casting furtive glances at her husband as Elliott pressed his lips to hers, but then seemed to melt into his ardent body and began to return his kisses with increasing vigor. His hands caressed her hair, her face, her back, then drifted slowly to her bottom and cupped it, pressing her tightly to his groin. Janis whimpered, lust in her eyes.
When Elliott led her to the bed she did not resist, nor did she stop him as he slowly removed her bra, her panties, and finally her heels and hose. When the last of the expensive lingerie lay puddled on floor, Janis unbuttoned his shirt and he thrust it off. Her hands explored his muscular chest and shoulders and came to rest on his belt buckle. In a moment, his pants also littered the floor.
Darren gasped when he saw the bulge in the larger man's boxers. How big was he? Grasping the arms of the chair, his own prick rapidly hardening, he could do nothing but watch as his wife undressed another man, her hands roaming his body, finding his muscular butt and squeezing him even tighter to her.
Gone was her shyness. A shamelessly naked Janis slid her fingers into the elastic waistband of Elliot's shorts and carefully eased them down. His russet trimmed hair came into view, then the base of his wide, thick member. She pulled the waistband out and down until Elliott's magnificent manhood, released, slapped like a spring against his flat abdomen. Janis took the rigid column of flesh in one hand and carefully cupped it, getting used to its size and weight.
"Have you masturbated thinking about this moment?" Elliott asked.
She nodded. Darren blinked in surprise. He had not known Janis to ever pleasure herself. When he used to ask her if she did, she had always told him haughtily that she didn't do such things. What had changed?
Janis lifted his throbbing penis as though inspecting it for defects, but of course there were none. His cock was a specimen, a towering monument to masculinity. It was flawless, the shaft perfectly symmetrical from head to root, the girth broad enough that her hand could barely close around it. The spongy, circumcised glans was of a slightly darker color than the shaft and perfectly proportioned. It was of a pleasing length, not obscenely huge like some porn star, but large enough to impress. The entire organ bowed slightly upwards and a clear, pearly fluid leaked slowly from the dimpled opening at the tip. His shaved scrotum was also in proportion to the whole, not too big or too small, and the orbs of his balls were clearly visible pressed in arousal to his body. He had trimmed his pubic hair leaving only a bristle. Darren couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Big enough?" Elliott asked Janis. She nodded, color rising in her cheeks, and Darren found himself involuntarily nodding as well. Janis giggled, no doubt desperate to feel that thing inside her, eyes fixed on that powerful symbol of alpha manhood, her fingers aiming it towards the ceiling like a statue.
"It's beautiful," she breathed.
"So I've been told. Show me how beautiful you think it is."
Janis glanced at Darren, then resolutely knelt and tentatively placed her lips on the underside of his glans and gave it a sensual kiss. Elliott let out a long, contented sigh.
Darren's gut tensed. He couldn't breathe. His hands clenched the arms of the chair and his penis throbbed, so swollen and sensitive he felt like he could come at any moment without even touching it. He struggled to regain control, biting his hand, watching the love of his life kiss another man's cock. If he could have melted into a puddle and disappeared into the floor this would be the perfect moment. But it didn't happen. He sat and watched. His pants were tight. Too tight.
Janis kissed her way up the underside of Elliott's manhood, from the wide base all the way to the spongy bulbous tip. She opened her mouth and gently teased him with her lips and tongue. He grunted his pleasure.
Darren's throat was dry, so dry. He knew that feeling. He knew how it felt to have Janis' lips on the tip of his manhood. But she was over there, and he was here.
She took him into her mouth now, letting his length slide between her lips in agonizing slowness. Elliott groaned louder as every inch passed over her tongue, clearly loving the way she was teasing him. She responded to his pleasure by taking his pulsing shaft deeper into her mouth, her pink lips stretched wide around him, her tongue working his frenulum.
"God Almighty," Elliott said with a groan. You are one lucky son of a bitch, Darren. If Janis were my wife, I would keep her just like this and never even let her stand up.
Darren's throat was too tight to respond. That sounded like a compliment, but he didn't know how to take it. He nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from Janis' face, her head now slowly bobbing back and forth, her eyes locked on his, Elliott's cock glided smoothly in and out of her mouth. The lips that Darren passionately kissed were now busy swallowing another man's steely, throbbing rod.
"You look uncomfortable, Darren," Elliott said with a small chuckle. "Take your pants off."
Darren did not want to undress but something in Darren's tone compelled him to obey his command. He slowly unzipped his fly and dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, naked from the waist down. There was no hiding how excited he was. It was humiliating to feel so turned on watching his soulmate pleasure another man.
Janis took her time sucking his cock. While her lips and tongue busied themselves with his head she used one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to fondle his swollen balls. When it appeared that Elliott might lose control and empty himself into her throat, she would ease him out of her mouth long enough to kiss and suck and lick his balls, then return once more to business.
Finally, Elliott lifted Janis to her feet, kissed her forcefully, then pushed her onto the bed. "I want to fuck your tits," he growled. The big man straddled her chest and laid his throbbing hardness in the valley between her breasts.
"Have you done this before?" Elliott rumbled.
Janis shook her head, eyes wide.
Elliott looked at Darren and commanded, "Get over here and get my cock wet."
Darren sat dumbfounded. Surely Elliott was not suggesting that he actually take it into his mouth!
"Come on, man," Elliott snapped. "I need some lubrication. Remember -- this was your fantasy!"
Writing about it in a story and doing it were two very different things. The thought of such a perverted act nearly made Darren retch, but a force centered below his waist took control and against his will he found himself crouching by the bed.
"That's it," Elliott said amiably. "Open up. I'm going to fuck your mouth."
Darren's face was a mixture of fear, revulsion, and lust. Elliot's manhood pushed at his lips and involuntarily they parted. Elliot groaned as he penetrated deep into the mouth of Janis' husband.
"Run your tongue over it," he commanded. "Get it nice and wet. Nice. And. Wet," he repeated while he gently thrust. "You like it, don't you?" Elliott said. He was looking down at Janis but talking to Darren, who didn't respond. "I know you do," he said. "You needn't be afraid. It's okay to admit it."
Darren gave a choking sob. He did like it. His cock had never been so hard, and he could not stop from squeezing it rhythmically.
Finally, Elliott pulled out. A strand of saliva elongated then parted and fell wetly against Darren's chin as he turned back to Janis. "Now, darling, all I need you to do is press those titties together around my cock."
He placed his penis between her breasts and began to push, holding her head and aiming the tip at her mouth. She opened and accepted him once again, the dreamy lust on her face betraying her excitement at being used in this way.
God, it felt so good! Her boobs were like the softest of pillows, his cockhead teased by her warm, wet, welcoming mouth. An agonized groan sounded in Elliott's throat as he struggled for control.
Darren stood transfixed by the bed, mesmerized by the sight of the monster worming back and forth between his wife's sweet breasts, horrified by the look of rapture on her face as she squeezed her tits together and eagerly lapped at the head as it thrust from the soft bed she had made for it.
"I've changed my mind!" Darren blurted. "Janis, you don't have to do this!"
Darren leered at him. "Well, how about it, Janis? Do you want me to stop? Do you want to leave?"
Janis' eyes shot open. "No!" She exclaimed loudly enough to give both men pause, then looked at Elliott. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"
Her husband stared at her for a moment in disbelief, then resignedly sank back into his chair.
Elliott paused and looked appraisingly at Janis. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment tinged with need. She wondered what he thought of her. Of Darren. Of the two of them. But she forgot all that when he nestled between her spread legs, bent forward, almost as if in prayer, and kissed her inner thighs, first one, then the other. He dragged his soft, sensual lips up to the very top of her thigh where the skin was the most sensitive, kissed a maddeningly soft line across her bare mound and then down the other side before wetting the crease of her sex with a long, languorous lick that caused her to shiver. When her hips lifted to meet his mouth, to tempt him, he finally gave her what she wanted. His mouth clamped down on her, his lips soft and hot. His tongue parted her, slicking her already juicy furrow with his saliva. His tongue painted insistent swirls on her clitoris until Janis was gripping the bed sheet and thrusting her body to meet him.
