My own cock had grown soft and tender by the time he finally let go of Joy's head and pulled his long cock from her throat. She fell back on her heels, her head down, coughing for a minute. When she looked back up and I could see her expression once more, I saw her eyes were heavy-lidded and that she had that dreamy, just-fucked look on her pretty face she always got after sex. Only this time it was even more so. It was like the coke she'd used.
I observed her hand float out almost lovingly, and slide up and down on Scott's wet, half-softened dick. She never took her eyes off it to look up at him, scratching his damp balls with her long nails, finally painting the head of his cock with the final dribbles from his pee-hole. Then she licked it in the manner she would lick the lips of a lover, her eyes closed, savoring the taste.
"Get in the bedroom," Scott said suddenly. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty pussy until you follow me around like a little puppy dog begging for more."
On one screen I saw her practically run into the bedroom and jump onto the king-sized bed there. By the time Scott arrived she already undressed, lying on her back with her legs spread. Scott laughed at her urgency. "Jeeze baby! You really want this thing, don't you?"
Joy didn't answer, just kept staring hungrily at it as he climbed onto the bed, his thick meat swinging between his legs like a giant sausage. He crawled right up over her face and let it hang there. "Make it hard, baby. Then daddy will give it to you."
Joy looked like a calf I'd seen at the county fair, trying to engulf its mother's tit as it swung just out of reach. Scott seemed delighted by her efforts, laughing at her as he swung his genitals around in front of her pretty face, barely escaping her lips as she struggled to capture it in her mouth. Tiring of the game, he finally lowered his hips and let her have what she wanted. Contentment wasn't the word to describe her expression as she suckled on it, urgent to get him hard again. Once it was, Scott didn't waste time with attempts to show tenderness. He just slid down between her out-stretched legs, stared into her straining face for a few seconds, and then hammered into her full-force. How someone as small as Joy could accommodate anything that long and thick, is a mystery. I could not comprehend why it didn't rupture her womb, especially the way Scott was using it on her.
Joy screamed a couple of times but she didn't fight back, wrapping her long legs around his body, her arms around his neck, searching for his mouth with her own as she pulled him closer. She seemed to relish the pain and along with it, the pleasure it brought. My cock was hard again and I stroked it as I watched her debasement. From where I was watching, it looked as if he were ripping the lining of her vagina out, each time he withdrew. If he was, she didn't seem to mind. I couldn't hold back and came long before either of them did. When he did, it was a flood. I knew he's just cum a short time earlier, and where the river of white fluid came from in such copious amounts, I could not understand. My own climax had been about half the volume it'd been the first time. Joy seemed able to feel him shooting inside her for when he did, it set-off her own orgasm. She simply went nuts!
How I wished she could experience such pleasure with me. How I wished I could derive such pleasure from her, as well. In a way, we were both hooked on this, addicts waiting for our next fix. As I saw her willingly cleaning Scott's cock afterward, I felt so sad for both of us, I wanted to die. I'd tell Joy about all of it, and see if we could find help to overcome this thing. If it hadn't already destroyed our marriage, maybe we still had a chance.
I finally told her my sad story. I won't go into all the self-recriminations or the angry shouting matches we had as a result, but the next two weeks were hell on earth. Sometimes we'd end up screaming and sometimes just holding on to each other and crying. After one crying session, we agreed to see a counsellor, someone who dealt with family situations like ours. During the two months we went to the sessions our therapist suggested Joy not take Scott's calls or see him while we were in her care. I found out later that she did go see him twice, but I forgave her and we steadfastly went back to counselling.
We found out a lot about ourselves in the sessions, and about what other people did as well. We weren't alone. There were thousands of couples out there in situations just like ours. Maybe ours was a bit more complicated due to Joy's additive bent, but not much more. Our therapist wasn't judgmental, and told us that with counselling many people finally broke out of the lifestyle, and led "normal lives." But, she also said just as many accepted who they were and continued on because it became easier for them once they understood their feelings. She said that if we really wanted to, we could break the cycle, go back to the way were before we met Scott.
She also told us that if we accepted the fact we loved each other, and that seeing the other one enjoying more pleasure with someone else brought happiness, there was nothing wrong with living our lives as we wanted. The main thing was to not repress our sexuality, or blame the other for our own desires. Try to understand each other's feelings and do whatever brought us the most happiness.
Our lives are different now. Scott was a part of it for a while, coming to our house whenever he wanted and having sex with Joy. I watched and they didn't mind - the best of all worlds. He even went on vacations with us. Since Scott, there have been others. We've found we like the variety of changing Joy's partners after a while. Each one is inventive in their own way and each offers us something we need. Joy and I are even more in love than ever and when we have sex now, she even screams once in a while. As I said, things are improving.
