I watched as she undressed him. There was nothing particularly sexy in the way she went about her task, but she wasted no time before he stood before her wearing only a steel cock cage. I sat in the easy chair of the hotel room sipping my Old Fashioned while he then took his time disrobing her. I felt the familiar stirring in my jeans as she stood with her back to me wearing only a lace thong and matching brassiere.
“Kiss her.” I said. And I watched as he lovingly placed his hands on her hips and they kissed for a few moments.
By now, my cock was throbbing and I stood to adjust myself and get a bit of relief.
“That’s enough,” I said. “Now go lay down on the bed while your beautiful wife worships my cock.”
He did as instructed as she made her way to me. She looked me in the eye and I could sense her hesitation. It was her 33rd birthday and this night was supposed to be all about her. They were high school sweethearts. Neither had ever been with another; virgins on their wedding night he said. “How sweet,” I remember thinking to myself when we first arranged this night.
I reached out and touched her chin. She closed her eyes for a moment and held her breath.
“Breathe.” I whispered as I reached between her breasts and unhinged the clasp that held her breasts captive. Her eyes sprang open and I could see her start to flush. I leaned down and kissed her softly, my tongue, most urgent in exploring her mouth. With my hands on her waist, I held her firmly and she soon relaxed. I felt her tongue brush against mine, tentatively at first, and then more fervently. I pulled away and she panted heavily as I brushed my thumb across her lips and pressed it inside her mouth.
She closed her eyes again and sealed her lips around my thumb. She teased the pad of my thumb with her tongue and held my wrist with both her hands as she slowly pulled it back and forth.
I dropped my free hand down to her ass and squeezed her cheek firmly, pulling her body against mine. I could feel her excited nipples press against my chest through the fabric of my shirt. I pulled my thumb from her mouth and kissed her again, more urgently this time. She cooed as she raised her leg and wrapped it around my own. The wine she savored during dinner had finally taken effect and I watched in awe as this woman came alive like a blooming flower before my very eyes.
With my hands on her arms I pushed her down to her knees and unbuckled my belt. She looked up at me expectantly as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She wasted no time in reaching for the denim and pulling my pants down exposing my boxers as I removed my shirt. She then looked up at me again, inquisitively, as if she were asking permission to release the bulge behind the cotton.
I smiled and she licked her lips as she pulled my boxers down to my ankles. I stepped out of my clothes and removed my socks as she stared hungrily at my throbbing cock.
“Go on,” I urged, standing before her again.
She pressed her lips to the head of my cock and I watched it disappear into her mouth. Her mouth was small and I winced as her teeth scraped my sensitive skin. She looked up at me and I could read the “I’m sorry” expression on her face as she pressed forward until her lips met the flesh of my torso and my cock was completely inside her mouth.
Her mouth was warm and wet and I savored the sensation of her tongue teasing the underside of my shaft as she held her breath with the head of my cock lodged firmly in her throat. I saw her eyes begin to well, as she released me, pulling back and taking a deep, gasping breath. A ribbon of spittle dangled from my shaft and she swallowed me again. I placed my hands on her head and guided her back and forth until I felt my testicles begin to constrict and I knew I needed her to stop.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and urged her to stand before I took her in my arms and kissed her again. I could see her husband lying on the bed, watching earnestly and enjoying the scene as it played out before him.
The cock cage had been my idea. I’m not homophobic by any means, but when he approached me about this “gift” for his wife, it was the first of my two conditions. The second would be more sinister as I required him to lick his wife clean after I finished fucking her. I was honestly surprised he agreed so quickly, but since we agreed to me using a condom, I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad for him.
“Are you ready?” I asked her and she nodded. “Then take them off,” I continued, indicating the thong that she still wore.
I could see her visible arousal on the cotton pad of her thong and the glistening flesh between her thighs. I reached between her legs and let my finger linger between her lips and tease her clitoris as I cupped her breast and sucked her tender nipple. She gasped and cried out, wrapping her hands around my head and pulling me against her. I bit down and my teeth sunk into her nipple. She gasped again as I lavished it with my tongue to soothe the pain and her excitement was evident as my hand between her legs became more wet.
Pulling away, I nodded towards the bed and she took her place on all fours above her husband. He was perfectly poised with his head between her thighs and I watched as he lifted his head, then licked and kissed her cunt.
I picked up my jeans and fished inside my pocket for the condom I brought for the evening.
“No.” She begged as I saw her watching me from across the room. “No condom. I want to feel your warmth inside me.”
“Are you both okay with this?” I asked as we were now deviating from the agreed upon plan.
“Yes.” She breathlessly answered while he paused briefly to echo her sentiment before returning his attention back to the task at hand.
By now, my impending orgasm from her blowjob had subsided and I knew I could give her a proper fucking without finishing before her. I could also tell, the longer I let him work on her, the closer he would bring her to her own orgasm and I was intent on making her orgasm at least twice tonight.
I tossed the condom on the chair and took my place behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock between her lips and soon it glistened with her arousal. I pressed forward as she pressed back against me and I slowly slid into her. I felt his nose graze my scrotum as he continued to lick her clitoris. With both hands on her hips I fucked her slowly, allowing her to grow accustomed to the girth of only the second cock she had ever felt inside her. Her coos of pleasure told me she was enjoying herself and soon she begged me to fuck her harder.
I obliged her request and within minutes I felt her orgasm clench my cock as she cried out. Her husband greedily licked at both my scrotum and her lips as she gushed from her orgasm. I continued my long deep strokes as I felt my testicles constrict and knew my orgasm was imminent.
“I’m going to cum!” I cried out as I continued fucking her. I felt her bear down and I could no longer hold back as I thrust my cock completely inside her. My cock throbbed as I spilled my seed deep inside her womb. We both cried out in unison as she came a second time and I held her against me as he continued to lap at the fluid dripping from her lips.
I slowly eased out of her well-fucked cunt as he licked her even more aggressively than before. I watched as globs of my cum fell from her lips onto his tongue and he greedily swallowed as quickly as he could. I was honestly impressed that he held true to my second condition, as that was completely unexpected.
As I stood back, I heard her beg, “Please,” she panted. Please, let me lick you clean and suck your beautiful cock until it’s hard again. I want you to fuck me one more time.”
