Truth or Dare

“Truth or Dare!” Kerry shouted.

That’s how it all started. Well, I guess when I think about it, it started several months before that, when early seeds were sown that would in many ways, lead to what happened that night.

Let me start with some context.

My wife Kerry and I have been married for 16 years. At 41 years old, she is 5 years my junior, and there is no question, I’m sure to most, she appears far out of my league. She was gorgeous when I met her, and she is just as sexy today. Despite having 2 kids now just hitting their teens, her body is still in amazing shape. She is 5’7″ and around 125 lbs.

Beautiful in many ways, I’m certain it’s her incredible breasts that most eyes are drawn to when she enters a room. She wears a 34D, and that is to say, they are absolutely perfect! Still full and firm, they look as incredible in the tight t-shirts she frequently wears, as they do in their full glory.

I’m what most would call “average”. Not tall, only 5’9″, maybe 155 lbs, and in decent shape. I’ve always known that it was probably a bit of a head-scratcher to most on how she ended up with me. I’m not naive, I’ve always known what probably first drew her to me. While I can be charming and come across as confident, but at the end of the day, she was a younger girl drawn to a successful guy 5 years her senior who made a very good living. However, since then, we’ve found so many more things in common and I know there is much more to our marriage than those things.

Our sex life has always been great. We try to openly share what we like. But there are always some thoughts or fantasies that you just don’t feel comfortable sharing with your wife. I had one such fantasy that I’d kept secret for years, and finally, a few months ago, I somehow got up the courage to tell her about it.

I sheepishly said, “I’ve always thought about watching you with another guy.”

She was genuinely shocked, and asked why I would want to see that? “Wouldn’t you be jealous?”.

“Absolutely not,” I said with all of the confidence in the world. “I think it would be sexy. It’s just sex, it doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m confident enough to know that it doesn’t change how you feel about me and our marriage.”

She didn’t seem convinced.

“Haven’t you ever thought of being with another guy?” I asked.

“Well no, certainly not since we’ve been married. I guess there’ve been times in the past where the idea of being with 2 guys at once sounded like it would be hot, but I don’t know that I would have ever been able to go through with it”.

That was a surprise to me, it had never crossed my mind she had thoughts like that.

“Well that would be fun too; but I meant me just watching you with another guy, not participating. Maybe as if I’m being forced to watch you, pretending I didn’t like it.” I said with slight embarrassment as I heard the words come out of my mouth.

Her shock was obvious, but she didn’t seem judgmental about it. Eventually, I could see I wasn’t going to get far with this, so I dropped it.

A few times after that, I tried to bring it up again, usually after several glasses of liquid courage. One curious thing I began to notice is that shortly after those conversations we would end up having some of the best sex of our marriage. As we were in the heat of the moment, I would start to picture her with another guy, and my virility and stamina kicked into high gear. I also wondered if sometimes similar thoughts crossed her mind, as I started to notice she seemed hornier than usual after those conversations.

So life went on like that for a few months, the fantasy seeming to fuel many of our love-making sessions. A couple of times it was even Kerry that brought it up, and I knew she was playing along knowing it got me hot. But it was good enough for me, and our sex life was better than ever.

Then two weekends ago, we were invited to another couple’s house for an evening of card games and drinks. It was one of Kerry’s friends from college, Shannon, and her husband Shane. Frankly, I’d only met Shane once before, and I thought he was rather arrogant.

The thought crossed my mind he may not be so full of himself if he heard some of the stories Kerry told me Shannon had shared with her. As it turns out, Shannon wasn’t the most faithful wife. She once confided in Kerry that behind Shane’s back, she sometimes visited online dating sites to find guys interested in one-night stands! She would set up a time and place (usually a motel, though once she said she brought him back to her place when Shane was out of town) and no strings attached, fuck some random guy.

Shannon is probably a few pounds heavier than she used to be but has large beautiful breasts, and a very sultry look to her. And being a guy, ever since Kerry shared that secret with me, I’ve often found myself fantasizing about how wild Shannon probably was in bed.

The night started like many others. We sat around the table chatting with the drinks flowing. Kerry and Shannon had already arranged ahead of time that since we’d be drinking, Kerry and I would just crash at their place for the night.

By 9 pm, Shane pulled out a deck of cards, and we began a few rounds of Texas Hold’em. Kerry had only played once before, so we spent a good amount of time reminding her of the rules. But by this time she was feeling no pain, and not much seemed to be sinking in. I could see she was losing interest and it was getting frustrating for all of us.

“What other games do you guys know?” Shannon asked.

Without hesitation, Kerry blurted out: “Truth or Dare!”

We all laughed, and I said: “What, are we in high school? I think she meant card games, hun.”

I could tell I had embarrassed her with my sarcastic comment, so Shannon spoke up in an attempt to ease the tension.

“No, I like it! Why is it only a game for teenagers? You’re only as old as you feel, right? Let’s give it a try.”

“Sure, I’m in,” Shane spoke up, with his typical air of cockiness.

“See Taylor, I told you. Don’t always be such a wet blanket!” Kerry shot back, feeling vindicated by everyone else’s enthusiasm for her idea.

Now I felt a bit embarrassed and wondered if this may be the beginning of a night of arguing between Kerry and me.

“Ok, you’ll have to remind me of the rules,” I said.

“Well, I don’t remember exactly,” said Shannon. “but how about we take this empty bottle and spin it. Whoever it points at gets to challenge a person of their choice with a truth or dare. They decide which they prefer, and you go from there. Then the person who just answered the truth or the dare spins the bottle to find the next challenger. Easy peasy!”

That sounded more confusing than I remembered, but I went along with it.

“Ok, but what happens if you choose not to answer the question or perform the dare?” Shane asked.

Shannon thought briefly before responding. “How about if you refuse to answer truthfully or follow through on the dare, then you have to strip off a piece of clothing. And the challenger you refused will get to choose that item of clothing you have to take off.”

“Count me in.” Shane chimed in quickly.

“Ooooh, I don’t know about that.” Kerry hesitated but giggled.

The first thing that came to my mind was getting a chance at seeing Shannon show off those amazing tits, and so I promptly responded “Come on Kerry, who’s being the wet blanket now?”

I knew it would get under her skin, and make it difficult for her to back out.

“Ok,” she challenged back with a spiteful tone. “But be careful what you wish for, Taylor, you never know what might happen.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that but took it to mean that I may be the one sitting at the table with my dick out. Either way, I quickly brushed it off, and my thoughts went directly back to Shannon and those huge tits.

“Ok, I’ll start,” said Shannon.

She spun the empty bottle and after just a couple of rotations, it pointed right back at her.

“Guess I’m up first! Ok, Taylor: truth or dare?” She asked with a grin.

I thought hard, wondering which direction this game was headed. Was everyone planning on playing a “vanilla” version of this game, or were some thinking (maybe like I was) that this could be a bit more risqué.

“Dare,” I said.

“Ok,” Shannon replied. “I dare you to kiss all around your beautiful wife’s neck.”

Ok, tame enough, I thought, though I wasn’t sure Kerry was going to be too receptive considering my earlier comments. Kerry was sitting directly across from me, so I got up and walked behind Shane’s chair. I stood behind her, bent low, and began to softly kiss one side of her neck, then the other. It dawned on me how great she always smelled. No perfumes, but just a soft intoxicating smell she seemed to always exude. To my surprise, she gave a little moan, and said: “Mmm, that feels good hun.”

Great, I was back in her good graces. Thank you, Shannon!

It was my turn to spin. Giving it a good twist, it finally settled toward Shane.

“Kerry, truth or dare?” he asked.

“Truth,” she replied.

Shane pretended to ponder for a few seconds, though I figured he may have had this one front of mind since we started.

“Ok. Where was the most adventurous place you’ve ever had sex?”

I puffed out my chest slightly, with a sly grin. I knew where this was going. One night last summer, Kerry and I ended up being the last two on a beach in Florida as we watched the sunset. She had been drinking most of the afternoon and tends to lose her inhibitions the more she drinks. She climbed on top of me, and after a bit of kissing, we ended up fucking right there on the beach for about 15 mins. It was exhilarating.

“Ok, well this is kind of embarrassing,” she said, looking at me with a sheepish smile.

Here it came. I figured this may buy me some sort of sexual “street cred” in Shannon’s mind. Who knows, maybe she thought of me at times too, much as I’d fantasized about her.

“There was a summer when Taylor and I were first dating, that we were on-again/off-again. So one night after he had made it painfully clear that we were “off”, I was at a party with some friends. I got really drunk, and ended up having sex with some guy I’d just met that night.”

Shane chimed in. “Wow, that’s your most adventurous time? You’ve been missing out, my dear.”

Kerry looked at him and turned red. “I wasn’t done. In my drunken state, I guess I didn’t realize that we had left the bedroom door open, and after we’d finally finished and I had what turned out to be an extremely loud orgasm, suddenly a group of people from the party began to cheer and clap! I bolted up in the bed to see half of the party standing at the door. They’d been watching us the whole time!”

What the fuck?! I thought. I had never heard that story!

“Damn!” said Shane, impressed. “That is pretty fucking hot, Kerry! And here I thought you were the shy and quiet type.”

Shannon looked genuinely proud.

“Kerry, you little vixen! I love it!”

She reached out and clinked Kerry’s glass with her own, and they both took another drink. I remained speechless but tried not to show the humiliation running through me. When I looked at Kerry, she looked back and had a “take that” kind of smirk on her face, as she spun the bottle. It pointed back at her.

“Alright, Shannon, truth or dare?”

Shannon had a no-fear grin on her face.

“Oh, dare all day, baby! What do you got?”

Kerry thought for a few seconds, a grin setting in on her face.

“Ok, I dare you to let Taylor reach underneath your top and feel you up for 10 seconds.”

I almost choked on my drink, and my heart started to race. Why would Kerry chose for me to do that? I glanced at Shannon, as she said with a smile:

“Ok, Taylor, come check these babies out! I love having my tits felt up by handsome men.”

My eyes got bigger, and I looked at Shane, expecting to see him glaring at me. Not even close.

“Go get ’em, big guy!” he said, sitting back in his chair, arms crossed smugly.

Ok, this really was starting to feel like high school. Weren’t we supposed to be more mature than this? I took a long drink of my rum and coke, before I quickly looked back to Kerry, trying to figure out if this was some sort of test. Do it, and I get shit about it later? Entrapment, I was certain of it. But she had a big grin on her face.

“Come on Taylor, you gonna be a stud or pussy out? Go ahead, cop a feel.”

My face was suddenly burning, but I tried to quickly regain my composure and play it cool. I pushed my chair out and stood up for the second time, this time positioning myself behind Shannon’s chair to my right. Considering the low-cut top she was wearing, which was already showing an eyeful of those amazing tits, I calculated my best option was to reach over her shoulders and come in from the top. I put my hands on her shoulders, gave a slow massaging squeeze, then slid them slowly down her chest I weaved my hands under her bra until I felt her nipples run the length of my fingers. Wow, they felt magnificent.

As I mentioned, Kerry has incredible tits, I would put her tits up against anyone else’s. But Shannon’s, while made not quite as firm, were certainly much bigger.

I started to slowly knead them in my hands, and she moaned loudly. My eyes darted to Shane, who was sitting back with a shit-eating grin (guess he wasn’t the jealous type. Good thing, considering Shannon’s marital transgressions).

Then my eyes shifted to Kerry. Once again, I was shocked to see her smiling, with no hint of concern or jealousy at all. She lifted her glass of wine, tipped it toward me in a “cheers” type motion, and chugged the rest of it down.

Ok, this is getting a little surreal, I thought. But I continued to work Shannon’s tits in my hands, trying to savor every moment. I knew I would never get a chance like this again. I figured this should keep the old spank bank going for a while! Shannon continued to moan, her eyes closed, and when I started to pull my hands away, she quickly grabbed them and held them there for another 5 or 10 seconds.

“Ok Don Juan, grab a seat,” said Kerry with a smile.

Shane jumped up, startling me for a minute. I wondered if I was about to get punched in the head.

“Who’s ready for a refill?” he asked cheerfully.

As Shane generously refilled the girls’ wine glasses, I nervously lost track of who’s turn it was, so I reached for the bottle and gave it a spin. It pointed to Kerry again. Kerry turned toward Shane, who had just finished mixing me another drink. I took a sip. Damn, these were getting stronger.

“Shane, truth or dare?” asked Kerry.

“Well, shit, after Taylor’s luck, maybe I should see how it goes for me. Dare.”

Kerry smiled as if that was exactly what she was hoping for. She took another big gulp of wine, then said:

“Ok, I dare you to take out your dick and show it to us.”

Jesus fucking Christ! I looked at her with wide eyes.

“Seriously?” I asked incredulously.

But Shane didn’t hesitate. He stood up, unzipped his pants, and let them drop, kicking them to the side. Shannon and Kerry began to whoop and cheer.

“Take it out! Take it out! Take it out!” they chanted as they giggled hysterically.

The alcohol was taking over now. I was starting to feel pretty lightheaded myself. How strong was he mixing these?

With a grin, Shane pulled apart the opening of his boxer shorts, reached in, and took out his cock.

Things immediately got quiet. I looked quickly over to Kerry and her face was frozen in a mid grin, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. Shannon simply leaned back in her chair with a big smile, taking another drink of her wine. No surprise on her part. I looked back over at Shane’s cock, as he held it in his hand, almost as if it was heavy to hold.

It was huge! I mean it was probably between 8 and 9 inches, but more impressive was it looked as big around as a baby’s arm! Like, an overweight fucking baby! And the head of it … damn.

“Jesus, Shannon, aren’t you the lucky one!” Kerry said breathily, not taking her eyes off of Shane’s cock.

Shane laughed, and finally put it back in his shorts. Ok, well that just happened, I thought as my face got red yet again. Shane sat back down, not bothering to put his pants back on. Of course. The cocky prick went through with the dare AND decided to lose a piece of clothing. Shane gave the bottle a spin, and it came to rest pointed at his wife.

“Shannon, my dear, you’re up,” he said, still seeming to be reveling in his big reveal.

“Hmm, ok, Taylor: Truth or dare?”

I was feeling a bit sullen now but tried my best not to show it.

“Truth,” I said and took another sip of my drink nervously. The dares seemed to be too high stakes for my liking!

“Alright then. Tell us your most secret fantasy. One that you’ve always dreamt of, but have never been able to have.”

I was stunned. I looked closely at Shannon. Did she know? Had Kerry shared with her that I’d said I wanted to see my wife fuck another guy? No way, she wouldn’t share something like that, would she? Then again, Shannon told Kerry all about her wild escapades. But this had to be just a random question.

“Well,” I started, trying to think of a less embarrassing fantasy to share.

But then I saw it. A quick glance from Shannon to my wife. My wife lowered her head a bit, seeming to suppress a grin. Fuck! She actually shared that with Shannon! I was pissed off but frantically tried to think of what to say.

“Want me to tell it, hun?” Kerry perked up, as she lifted her head with a sly smile.

It was obvious she wasn’t going to let me tell anything but the truth.

“Sure, go ahead Kerry, share the secret fantasy,” I said, trying to hide my contempt.

“Well, Don Juan over here said he would like to watch me fuck another guy!” Kerry announced with apparent satisfaction.

“What, really?” Shannon said, feigning surprise.

“Whoa, Taylor, you brave bastard!” exclaimed Shane, sitting up straighter in his chair. That seemed to get his attention. “That’s mighty bold of you! Better be careful, she may enjoy it more than you’d like.”

Thanks, dickhead, I thought to myself.

“Look, that was just something I’d said once when I was drinking. I wouldn’t really let someone else fuck my wife.” I said, trying to regain some dignity.

“More than once, hun.” Kerry chimed in. “You’ve brought it up more than once.”

I glared at her.

“I don’t know, Taylor. I think it’s really hot,” said Shannon, with a smile and a look of pride. “It shows such confidence”

Then she looked toward my wife.

“Do you think you’d take him up on it, Kerry?” asked Shannon.

There was a quiet pause, as Kerry turned red, then I jumped in

“Whoa whoa. As I said, I’m not actually going to let someone fuck my wife. It was something I said when I was drunk, we all say stupid shit when we’re drinking.”

Shane was topping up the girls’ wine glasses again. “Well, sometimes a few drinks are what bring out the real truth, buddy. Well done, pal, that’s some balls right there.”

Why the fuck won’t this guy ever shut up? And come to think of it, why hadn’t Kerry said anything? It struck me she never really answered Shannon’s question. I suddenly thought this was a road we’d better get off of quickly before I hear something I may not want to.

“Ok, let’s move on. Who’s next?” I said nervously, taking another large gulp.

“You are, hun,” said Kerry.

I looked at her over my glass, and she was all smiles. Why the hell did she share that? Was she trying to humiliate me because of my earlier comments? Or was she just drunk and trying to be playful? Maybe I was the wet blanket. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my thoughts. All good, Taylor old boy, just having some fun. Keep the good times rollin’.

On the next spin, it pointed at Shannon yet again. Jeez, even the fucking bottle seemed to be drawn to her.

“Kerry, truth or dare?” Shannon asked happily, trying to reset the tone and break the tension in the room.

“Hmmm,” Kerry pondered. “Let’s go … dare!”

“Fair enough, very brave of you, my friend,” said Shannon teasingly.

She seemed to take her time as she thought of a good dare for my wife. Everyone lifted their glasses for another nervous drink, as we waited.

“Let’s go, babe, queue the fucking Jeopardy music!” said Shane impatiently after several seconds.

“Ok, ok. Kerry,” she hesitated, seeming to be trying to contain a huge smile. “I dare you to straddle my husband, and with your hand in his boxers, kiss him for 20 seconds.”

Good god, what the hell was going on? That one was over the top. I looked at Kerry, waiting for her to decline and decide which piece of clothing to take off for her refusal. That suddenly didn’t seem like a great alternative either, but certainly a better choice between the two.

The silence seemed to go on forever, though I’m sure it was only a few seconds. What the hell was taking her so long, just pick a piece of clothing to shed, so I can find a way to end this stupid game. I was suddenly aware of how drunk I was, well past what I would usually drink in an evening. I looked around and realized I probably wasn’t the only one.

Then Kerry slid her chair back, and slowly got up. Hmm, shirt or pants, I wondered? Leave the shirt on, take off the pants, I decided in my head. Then she walked over to Shane, swung one leg over his lap, and sat down.

I was shocked, but I knew my wife, and I knew this would be out of bounds for her. She was waiting to see if anyone called her bluff. But no one did. Shannon watched intently, seeming to be enjoying what was happening. Shane was leaning back in his chair with his typical air of arrogance, his hands interlaced behind his head.

They both smiled, and suddenly Kerry leaned in and reached down into his boxers. Finding what she was looking for, she let out a quiet “whoa!” and sat there for a second. I could see her chest heaving, and knew she was breathing fast from the excitement. I was frozen. I just stared, wondering who this woman was, and what she did with my wife?

Then she slowly leaned in and they began to kiss. Not little kisses, just for the sake of fulfilling the dare. But deep passionate kissing. I could see their tongues darting in and out of one another’s mouths, as they continued to kiss, her breasts now pushed firmly against his chest. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and seemed to try to pull him even closer.

I looked over at Shannon with a look of shock and horror. But she was enjoying the show. She looked at me and leaned back in her chair with a wink, taking a long sip of her wine. Her smile was devious, and I suddenly felt her foot slide into my lap and caress my cock. I jumped.

“Hot, isn’t it Taylor?” she said with a grin.

Finally, the two broke apart, and Kerry returned to her chair. Her face was flush red.

“Whoa,” she said again under her breath and giggled as she tried to compose herself. She glanced at me, and I couldn’t tell if her look was one of guilt or pity.

“Ok, who’s ready for a refill?” Shane jumped up, seeming to be trying to break the silence.

As he stood up, I could see his cock now bulging underneath his boxers.

“I’ll take a top-up, babe,” Shannon responded energetically.

“Me too,” said Kerry almost shyly, her cheeks flush red.

I was reeling from what just happened. The room started spinning and I couldn’t decide if it was from what she’d just done or how much alcohol I had drunk. I figured this was a good time to try to put an end to this craziness and said:

“I’m out guys, I think we are going to call it a night.”

I looked at Kerry, my eyes trying to tell her enough was enough for tonight.

“Awww, come on man, don’t be a pussy!” Shane challenged.

I thought about what it would feel like to knock him off of his chair. Shannon seemed to come to my rescue:

“It’s ok, babe, maybe Taylor’s right. If I drink too much more, I’m going to be in bed all day tomorrow.”

“That sounds fun to me,” Shane responded with a wink.

I stood up and asked where the guest room was.

“Here, I’ll show you,” said Shannon, holding out her hand and pulling me along. I looked over my shoulder.

“Kerry, let’s go.” I saw Shane finish topping up her drink.

“I will be there shortly, just going to help tidy up first,” Kerry responded.

I watched Shane leave the kitchen and plant himself on the sofa, turning on the TV. He settled on a mixed martial arts match, and without taking his eyes off the TV, raised a hand in my direction.

“Sleep tight, big guy!” he said.

I glared at the back of his head, then turned back to my wife.

“Don’t be long,” I said to Kerry before Shannon led me down the hallway to our room.

I realized I wasn’t walking very straight, and knew it had been a good decision to call it a night. I couldn’t wait for my head to hit the pillow and hoped the alcohol-induced fog in my head would clear a bit so I could try to process everything that happened.

Shannon opened a door at the end of the hallway and said :

“Here you go, sir, your accommodations for this evening” in her best chambermaid impression.

A huge king-size bed stood as the centerpiece of the room. I stumbled toward it, and caught myself before falling, grabbing onto one of the huge 4 posts attached to the corners of the bed. I glanced around the room as I clumsily undid my belt and dropped my pants. There was a nightstand on either side of the bed, a couple of dressers, and a huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed.

“Wow, nice guest room!” I heard myself slur.

“Nothing but the best for our guests, sir,” Shannon replied. “Need any help?”

I noticed she was standing close to me now and started to pull my shirt over my head. I couldn’t tell if she was flirting, or just felt bad for me. My head was spinning and I was focused on getting horizontal and trying to clear my head.

“I’m good,” I said.

“Suit yourself, tiger! Sweet dreams.” She bent toward me and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

She tasted sweet like wine, and I felt my dick stir underneath my boxers. I almost found myself leaning forward for more, but she quickly turned and said as she left:

“I’m going to go help Kerry finish cleaning up. She’ll be in bed before you know it.”

She closed the door. I laid back on the massive bed with my arms spread wide, trying to focus on what had occurred tonight. I needed to confront Kerry about what the hell she was thinking kissing Shane. And touching his cock, a voice in my head reminded me.

Yet, as I replayed it in my head, I felt a twinge of excitement. Wow, my wife is wilder than I ever realized! She had always been a flirt when she was drinking, but it was usually subtle.

But just as I started to enjoy the excitement, I suddenly felt a wave of jealousy and humiliation. How could she have done that?

The night’s events continued to replay in my head, and I tried to make sense of what I was feeling. I hadn’t noticed that my hand had slid under my shorts.

Why was I hard right now? How could I be feeling horny?

I reasoned it almost certainly had something to do with my few seconds of groping Shannon’s incredible tits. My god they had felt amazing. Because the more I thought about what Kerry had done, the more I felt jealousy dwarf the excitement. I needed to have it out with Kerry when she came to bed, I decided.

I felt her hand slowly sliding up my leg. It felt soft and warm, and it finally settled on my balls. She carefully massaged them and then moved up to my shaft.

“Mmmmm” I moaned with a smile.

Was it morning already? When had she come to bed?

I could smell a faint hint of her sex and it was intoxicating. I still felt angry, but suddenly thought it could wait. Besides, the couple of times we’d had sex when one of us was angry, was incredible.

I tried to reach down and put a hand on her beautiful breasts. She loved that and I knew that would get her wet quickly. But somehow my arms wouldn’t move.

I slowly opened my eyes, preparing for the morning sunlight. But it was still mostly dark in the room. Just a couple of candles, flickering shadows on the wall. How long had I been asleep? And why couldn’t I move my hands? I felt her hand softly stroke my shaft and realized how hard I was.

I tilted my head sideways toward my wife — and saw Shannon staring back at me! She had a sexy smile and said:

“Hey handsome, how are you feeling?”

My mind raced to try to clear my head. I looked around and recognized the room was indeed where I passed out. But what the hell was going on?

“What are you doing?” I asked loudly. “Where’s Kerry?”

Shannon continued to slowly stroke my cock, and said simply:

“Kerry’s just fine, don’t worry.”

The cobwebs were starting to clear a bit, and I tried sitting up, my eyes searching the room for my wife. But I couldn’t move. I looked around and realized that my wrists had been handcuffed to the two upper bedposts, and my ankles were tied firmly to the bottom bedposts. There was also some sort of strap wrapped tightly over the top of my upper legs, securing me tightly to the bed. I was spread eagle and a wave of panic and helplessness washed over me.

I looked at Shannon again. She looked amused. She was lying next to me, wearing the same white button-up shirt she’d worn earlier in the night. But it was now unbuttoned, and she had taken off her bra. Even in my confused state, my eyes lingered on her luscious mounds now barely covered.

She was wearing white lacy panties that seemed to perfectly match the color of her blouse. My god, she was sexy! I shook my head, trying to come back to reality, and asked:

“What’s going on? Why am I tied to the bed and where the hell is my wife?”

“Calm down, relax Taylor.” She lowered her hand back below my shaft, and softly rubbed my balls with the palm of her hand.

The tip of one of her fingers brushed the opening of my ass, and I flinched.

“Ohh, you like that!” She whispered teasingly.

“No Shannon. What are you doing? What the hell is going on right now? Where is Kerry?”

She smiled sexily again and pulled her mouth close to my ear. She huskily whispered:

“Ask me nicely”

My head was spinning. Not just from the alcohol and having just woken up, but her smell was mesmerizing.

“Shannon, please tell me where my wife is?” I asked, trying to sound calm.

“Do you really want to see her? Tell me how much you want to see your wife, Taylor.” Shannon continued in her sexy voice.

I took a deep breath, and carefully said: “Yes, Shannon I really really want to see my wife right now.”

“Ok, if that’s what you want!” she said and hopped up from the bed.

Instead of going to the door, I saw her walk to the dresser at the foot of the bed, and pick up a remote control for the TV. This was getting frustrating. I was in no mood to play Shannon’s games and I said to her angrily:

“Come on, quit fucking around Shannon.”

As I said it, I watched her walk back to the bed, and now her unbuttoned shirt pulled back, unable to contain her plentiful breasts. My god, she looked sexy, with her blouse unbuttoned and her tits hanging free. My mind quickly remembered Kerry telling me about Shannon’s frequent one-night stands, and I fantasized again about how amazing she must be in the sack.

Shannon crawled back onto the bed and sat with her back against the wall, leaning back over my left arm. I turned my head toward her and realized my face was now just inches from her panties, and the smell of coming from her was suddenly stronger. I felt my cock react, as it started to stiffen again.

The musky smell of a woman’s juices was the ultimate aphrodisiac for me. There was just nothing like it in the world, and the surest way to make me instantly hard.

Then Shannon clicked the power button on the remote, and the room filled with the light from the large TV on the wall. I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust to the new light.

At first, it was difficult to tell what I was looking at. It seemed to be a dimly lit room and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. It was a camera view, the perspective was from the upper corner of a room, and pointed down at a bed. It was obvious it was some sort of infrared camera because I could tell the room was dark, but yet I could make out everything quite clearly in black and white. The picture started to register and become clearer and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Was that Kerry? I thought.

She was lying on the bed, with her back to the camera. She appeared to be sleeping. The sheet was pulled up just above her knees, and I could see she was just wearing her panties and a white tank top.

“What’s going on? What room is that and why is she there?”

“That’s the guest room, silly” Shannon said, obviously amused with my question.

“I thought this was the guest room?” I shot back. “This is the room you brought me to when I came to bed … how long ago?” I was suddenly wondering how long had I been asleep, and started to look around for a clock?

“You went to bed a little over an hour ago,” she said. “And this isn’t the guest room, this is my bedroom. Cozy, isn’t it?”

She laughed, tugging on one of the handcuff chains holding my arm in place.

“After you went to bed, Kerry and I talked for a while. She seemed a little upset with you, so I offered her a different room to sleep in. I’m sure she’ll be over it by morning.”

It dawned on me that Shannon must have come up with this plan: she had talked Kerry into sleeping in a separate room and was now trying to seduce me. As that thought sunk in, I felt my cock restlessly move under the sheet. It felt painfully hard. But even in my drunken state, I knew that was a bad idea. I may have had a dream or two (or three) about what it would be like to sleep with Shannon, but now I was thinking about my wife already being pissed off at me, and how I was so jealous earlier when she was swapping spit with Shannon’s husband.

But then Shannon said something that confused me. She once again slid herself down the bed beside me, her face almost touching mine. She looked at me with that incredibly sexy look, leaned in and planted a soft teasing kiss on my lips, and gave my lower lip a little bite.

“Owww!” I shouted.

She leaned into my ear again, and whispered:

“I’m going to make your fantasy come true, Taylor.”

I was confused. Did she know that I had fantasized about her? How could she? Maybe she just made a safe assumption, based on me feeling her up earlier tonight.

“What fantasy?” I figured playing dumb may be the best move here.

“Just watch,” she said, as she moved her hand back down to my cock.

She began kissing my chest, moving lower and lower, while her hand stayed wrapped lightly around my growing shaft. My god, she was something.

“Wait for it …” she said slowly continuing her trail of kisses toward my crotch.

“Wait for it …..” I guessed it was the build-up before those sexy lips finally reached my cock, and it responded accordingly, at full attention now.

Ok, maybe I can do this, I thought. I mean, I don’t have a choice, I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. And as long as we can see Kerry on the screen, we’ll know she won’t catch us in the act.

I looked over at the screen again and heard Kerry shift slightly on the sheets. Ok, well the camera apparently picks up sound, I thought. I wonder if she can hear us as well as we can hear her? That made no sense, I thought. The camera is in that room, this is just the TV the camera is connected to. That was a relief because I didn’t think it would go over well were my wife to hear what was going on in Shannon’s bedroom.

“Wait for iiiittttt ….” Shannon let the words linger.

Suddenly I saw movement on the screen. A naked figure was walking toward the bed that Kerry was lying in. When he reached the bed, he carefully climbed in behind Kerry.

“What the fuck?!” I shouted.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Taylor? You said you wanted to see your wife with another man, so I suggested to Shane that he should pay her a visit. I think it’s hot, don’t you?”

I most certainly was not thinking it was hot! My heart was racing.

“Ok Shannon, that’s enough, untie me now!” I said urgently. “Seriously, this isn’t funny.”

Shannon grabbed my shaft tighter now and stroked her hand slowly up and down.

“I know it’s not funny. But it’s what you wanted, right?”

“No!” I shouted. “That was just drunk talk. Let me out of the cuffs, please, Shannon” I pleaded.

I saw Shane slowly slink his arm around Kerry, and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. He held her tight and took turns massaging each of her breasts, lightly passing over the nipples as he went.

“Mmmm, that feels good.” Kerry moaned.

Holy shit. Turn around Kerry, turn around. That’s not me!

But my wife couldn’t seem to read my mind. Shane continued gently massaging her tits with his right hand, and then slowly lowered it to the bottom of her t-shirt, before sliding it up underneath to resume his assault on her tits.

“Oh shit. Shannon, come on, please let me out. This isn’t what I want!”

Her grip on my cock tightened.

“I don’t think you’re being honest, Taylor.” She said, continuing to stroke my shaft.

She had slid down now and was face to face with my cock.

“You sure feel like you’re enjoying it.”

I looked down, seeing her lips almost touching the head of my cock. It struck me how hard I was despite what I was seeing. Throbbing. I saw the pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock. That’s because she’s been stroking your shaft trying to seduce you, I reasoned in my head.

I looked back up at the screen to find Kerry had now reached behind her and had her hand on the back of Shane’s head, as he now slid his hand down and into the front of her panties.

“Mmmm, that feels good.” She moaned. “Can you feel how wet I am?”

She continued to pull his head toward hers, and his face now mashed into her hair just behind her ear. I thought I could hear him take a long sniff of her hair. Just as I was about to yell something at the screen, Shannon put her mouth over the head of my cock.

“Oh fuck” I gasped, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I instinctively tried to raise my hips, to press further into Shannon’s mouth, but I couldn’t move my hips. My mind was reeling. I looked back to the TV screen and saw Shane was now kissing her neck, as he continued to work his hand in her panties.

“Oh god!” Kerry moaned.

Suddenly her hand let go of the back of Shane’s head, and she lowered it to her hip and tugged her panties downward. She couldn’t get them any further than just below her ass. Shane pulled his hand away from her pussy just long enough to help pull them the rest of the way down to her ankles. Kerry kicked them off, knocking the sheet off of her body completely.

Shane moved his hand back to Kerry’s welcoming mound, no longer hindered by her panties, and I saw Kerry start to rock her hips back and forth. She was pressing forward against his hand, then pushing her ass back into his cock. It was evident from the loud noise she let out next, and the arching of her back, Shane obliged her and slid his fingers inside her. I couldn’t make out if it was one finger or several, but whatever it was, it was having the effect he was going for.

“Oh yea, baby, that feels so good! Don’t stop, right there, that’s it!” She said loudly.

Right at that point, Shannon lowered her mouth down over my entire shaft! My body jolted. Jesus Christ, it felt so good.

But my heart was sinking further as I watched what was going on on the TV screen.

Shannon took her mouth off of my cock, and slid up to my face, and I saw her sliding her panties off as she came up. She kissed me hard. Her tongue was working inside my mouth, but somehow I was starting to feel tears well up in my eyes, as everything sunk in. I was helpless. There was a man in bed with my wife, and there was nothing I could do about it but watch in horror.

Didn’t she realize it wasn’t me? How could she not recognize my smell, how my fingers worked her pussy, or how huge his dick must feel against her ass! Was she that drunk?

Shannon lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.

“Aww, what’s wrong baby? You don’t like watching your wife getting pleasured? She sure sounds like she’s enjoying it. And I know for a fact Shane is. He’s talked about her to me before. I think he’s got a thing for your hot little wife, Taylor.”

I felt like my world was coming apart. I tried to think back to when I first shared my fantasy with Kerry. What did I say exactly? Did I actually say that I wanted to watch her get fucked by another guy? I seemed to remember that in my drunken state at the time, I specifically said I wanted to be forced to watch her! What the fuck was I thinking?

“You don’t want to watch anymore, baby?” Shannon asked, with feigned pity.

I closed my eyes tightly.

“That’s ok, you don’t have to watch. Here you go.” She said, and she suddenly slid up the bed and straddled her legs on either side of my face.

I smelled her instantly, that intoxicating smell flowing from her pussy. I opened my eyes to find my face just inches from Shannon’s pussy. I could see the slick juices easing out of her beautiful puffy lips, and I heard her say:

“How’s that? Do you like watching that instead?”

She reached down, and slowly slid a finger inside her wet hole. She pulled it out, and gently rubbed her juices all over her labia. Then she put her finger on my lips and eased it inside my mouth. I instinctively began sucking on it, trying to savor every bit of her. My cock felt so hard, it hurt.

“You like that, Taylor? How do I taste?” Her voice was so sexy.

“Amazing,” I blurted out hungrily. “Fucking amazing!”

“That’s good, I thought you’d like that. Do you want to make me cum, Taylor? You want to make me cum so you can clean every last drop from my wet pussy?”

“Yes,” I said, desperately trying to tilt my head up to taste her. She raised just enough that she was out of reach of my tongue.

“Oh, I think you are. I think you are going to make me cum really fast. You’ve got me so wet. You want it now, baby?”

“Yes!” I responded hungrily.

Shannon leaned forward and grabbed the headboard firmly with her left hand. With her right hand, she grabbed a handful of the hair on top of my head, and plunged her pussy down over my face, as she yanked upward on my head.

I couldn’t breathe. I tried to shout, to let her know I was suffocating, but it was a series of muffled moans.

After a few seconds, she lifted herself from my face, and I gasped for air. I could feel her juices covering my face. I licked my lips, once again savoring her taste. I tried to remember the TV, wondering what was going on with Kerry and Shannon’s husband now? I tried to listen closely and thought I heard more noises of pleasure, but my ears were ringing from the excitement of having my face buried in Shannon’s box.

“Ready for more, Taylor? Stick out your tongue, now.” I did as she said.

“Further!” she barked.

I stuck it out as far as I could, just before she grabbed me by the hair again, and dropped back over my face. Again, I struggled to breathe, but this time she eased up slightly, allowing me room to use my tongue to lick up and down her soaking labia.

“Lick it, Taylor. Lick my clit, I want you to make me cum!”

I began licking and sucking her clit like a madman. Shannon let out groans of encouragement, and before long I heard her yelling:

“Oh yea, right there, that’s it! Fuck! I’m going to cummmmm, I’m going to cummm nowwww!!”

Suddenly even more sweet nectar flowed from Shannon’s plush pink lips.

“Lick it! Come on, get it all, Taylor! Every last drop!”

I felt possessed. I could feel my cock throbbing, as I greedily licked every inch of Shannon’s beautiful pussy. Her body came to a rest and she finally moved off of my face. She lowered her head and kissed me, lightly licking at the wet on my lips.

“Did you enjoy that, Taylor?” I nodded yes.

I suddenly remembered the TV screen. Oh shit, what had been going on between Kerry and Shane? I moved my head to see around Shannon, and she slid to the side allowing me full view again. My heart sank once again, and I let out a groan. Kerry was on her back, holding a pillow over her face.

Shane was near the foot of the bed, his face buried between Kerry’s legs. She was squirming and arching her back, her moans getting louder by the second. While the fingers on Shane’s left hand appeared to be buried deep in my wife’s pussy, he reached his right hand up to one of Kerry’s tits and began to massage, squeezing hard. She grabbed his hand, helping him explore her breasts.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and I lifted my head to attention.

Did she know? Did she realize that wasn’t my hand?

I waited for her to jump up and scream for Shane to get out. Instead, her body seemed to relax again, and she reached down to pull Shane’s right hand up to her mouth. She began sensually sucking her cum off of his fingers.

Oh fuck, I thought, how can she not know?

A terrifying thought tried to creep into my head just then, and I quickly tried forcing my mind to dismiss it. Of course, she knows those aren‘t your hands! I tried harder to push the thought out before it could take hold. She wouldn’t do it, not knowingly, I reasoned. Not Kerry.

“Wow, she looks like she is about to cum hard!” Shannon was working her way back down to my cock now, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the screen.

Kerry’s moans became louder, and I heard the familiar sound of my wife approaching climax. Though our sex life had been fulfilling, it has always bothered me that I’ve never been able to make her orgasm. Not through oral or through intercourse. She needs some help with that, and so her trusty pink vibrator has always been the third wheel in our bedroom. She assured me it was nothing to do with me, that’s just how some women are. I took her at her word, and the vibrator became a normal part of our sex ritual.

But now, …. was she really going to get off from Shane’s clearly superior pussy eating skills? Shane moved his hand back down to Kerry’s box. As he did, I could see her juices glistening on his face. He started to work his fingers faster as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, a quick suck, and then back to flicking.

“Shane is incredible at eating pussy” Shannon said, her eyes looking up at me as she teasingly started licking around the head of my cock. “I mean, really good,” she said, before resuming licking the head of my cock like a lollipop.

Great, I thought. Of course he is!

“Oh god yes, don’t stop, that feels amaaaaazing!” Kerry moaned.

I looked at the screen again and saw my wife’s hips starting to buck harder against Shane’s face and fingers, trying to get more of him inside her.

“Please, don’t stop, I’m almost there! Don’t stop!”

At that same moment, Shannon grabbed my shaft with her right hand and began to stroke it. My head was spinning, a mix of emotions I couldn’t wrap my head around. How can I still be this hard while my wife is getting the best pussy eating of her life from some other guy? Then I let out a quick yelp!

“Whoa!!”

I looked down and saw Shannon continued to jerk my cock up and down, but her other hand had slid beyond my balls, and she had slid the tip of her finger into my ass!

“What the fuck?” I shouted.

“Don’t you like that, Taylor?”

“No, I don’t like that” I shouted back, trying to catch my breath, as I tensed up.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true.” She smiled up at me. “Just like you don’t really like watching your wife get her pussy licked by my husband? You can lie to me … but your cock is telling a very different story.”

She reached over to the side of the bed, and with one hand, snapped the cover off of a small bottle of Astroglide. “What are you doing?” I asked with no small amount of panic in my voice. Shannon dripped some of the lubricant onto my cock, as she continued to stroke it. It became slippery, helping her skilled hand glide easily up and down my shaft. Then she let some of the lubricant drip out of the bottle onto my balls, and it started to run toward the crack of my ass. She threw the bottle to the side.

“I’m doing what you want me to do,” she said, as she eased her fingers back toward my ass.

I tensed up again and pleaded with her not to do it. She smiled and calmly said.

“Taylor. I know what you like, baby. Trust me. You want this. Just like you want your wife to get fucked by some other guy. Now relax, it’s less painful that way.”

Suddenly I heard Kerry’s wails and looked back at the screen.

“I’m cumming, oh god don’t stop, I’m cumming, yes, yes, yessssss!”

At the same time, Shannon slid a finger inside my ass and I jumped.

“Wait!” I said, but it was too late now.

She was moving her finger inside me, eventually settling on my prostate.

“Oh shit!” I said.

“That’s right baby,” Shannon said, stroking my cock even faster now, as her finger massaged the inside of my ass. “You’re going to cum harder than you’ve ever come.”

My god, I was on sensory overload! I was trying to relax as she’d instructed but was having a hard time. At the same time, my cock throbbed to the point of pain. God, I needed to get off! This was incredible! Shannon seemed to have an endless bag of tricks, and she was happily sharing her skills with me.

“Oh shit!” I said, “I’m getting close!”

Shannon continued to stroke my cock, fast and hard, while her finger continued to work my prostate.

“Have you ever fantasized about cumming in my mouth, Taylor? Is that one of your fantasies you’ve been hiding?”

Oh my god, my head was going to explode.

“Tell me the truth, Taylor.” Shannon continued, her voice sounding raspy now. “Have you dreamt about cumming all over my tongue and down my throat? Is that something you’ve thought of when you watch your wife’s head bob up and down on your dick?”

“Yes!” I blurted out. “Fuck, yes Shannon!”

“That’s what I thought, you naughty naughty boy. Dreaming about cumming in your wife’s friend’s mouth. Naughty naughty, Taylor.” Shannon scolded me playfully.

I could feel it coming, not able to hold back.

“Now’s your chance, Taylor. Fill my pretty little mouth with your cum. Come on baby, give me that cum.”

Just then, Shannon pressed harder on my prostate and lowered her mouth deep over my entire shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I yelled out:

“Oh fuck, Shannon, I’m cumming, I’m cumming in your mouth, yessss!” The feeling was like nothing I’ve felt before.

I’ve never made much noise when I cum, but I couldn’t help it. It seemed like it wouldn’t stop, as Shannon continued to milk my prostate and bob her head up and down on my cock. As I started to catch my breath, Shannon slid her finger out of my ass, and carefully worked my shaft out of her mouth, careful not to lose a drop of my cum. I saw her take a big swallow, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said:

“I told you that’s what you wanted, baby.”

I tried to catch my breath. My head flopped to the side, and my eyes fell to the screen again. Kerry was still on her back, now with the pillow laying lightly over the top of her head, seeming to mostly cover her eyes. Shane was now straddling her shoulders, his legs seeming to be pinning her arms to her sides. He was partially leaning back, one hand working my wife’s pussy. His other hand grasped his shaft and he was rubbing the giant head of his enormous cock teasingly on Kerry’s lips. She seemed to be trying desperately to get him into her mouth.

“Please!” she begged. “Please put it in my mouth!”

Shane guided the head of his cock between her lips. Kerry opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to fit it in. That was it. She had to know, I thought. There is no way she could mistake the head of that cock with mine!

With the head of his cock now in her mouth, Kerry began to bob her head up and down. At first, she took just the head of it, but with each bob of her head, seemed to be taking more and more each time.

“Oh, that looks really big in her tiny mouth!” Shannon said, looking at the TV screen. “Don’t you think?”

Shane continued fingering Kerry’s pussy. Her hips were rising up and down, as he skillfully worked her clit with his thumb as he now had 3 fingers deep inside trying to work her G spot. Then I finally heard Shane speak. Just a whisper but loud enough to make out.

“Do you like that, Kerry?”

“Mmmmmmm” came the high-pitched muffled response.

Did she recognize his voice now? If so, she wasn’t letting on.

“Is this what you were thinking about earlier tonight?”

“Mmm, hmmmm” she mumbled, louder now, trying to nod her head up and down with his cock in her mouth.

Her noises began to get louder again, and her hips were bucking faster.

“Mm, mmm, mm, mm” She tried to say something, but with Shane’s massive cock filling her mouth, it was impossible to know what it was.

Suddenly Shane stopped fingering her and slid his cock out of her mouth. It made a popping sound, as the head of it escaped Kerry’s lips. Shane quickly flipped Kerry over now onto all 4’s. The pillow that had been over Kerry’s head flew off the side of the bed, and Kerry lifted her ass in the air. Her swollen lips looked as if they were begging to have his cock planted between them.

She looked to the side and almost seemed to look directly at the camera. Did she know there was a camera there? I figured she was just looking in that general direction. She seemed to give a little smile, before saying:

“Fuck me now, please, I need to get fucked hard!”

Shane reached down between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down Kerry’s slit.

“Oh god, yes” She moaned. “Fuck me please, fuck me like I’ve never been fucked!” Again, she seemed to glance in the direction of the camera.

Shannon came back to the bed now. She had a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. She put the cigarette between her lips and said:

“Oh boy,” before lighting her cigarette, and taking a deep drag. Then without exhaling: “Your wife is in for a surprise.”

Shannon exhaled just as Shane slid the head of his cock into my wife. Kerry let out a loud scream.

“Fuck!” She said grabbing a handful of bed sheets in each hand.

“God that’s big! Go slow, go slow!”

But Shane didn’t want to go slow. He grabbed the hair on the back of Kerry’s head and pulled her up, her back arching. I could see the look of pain on her face. As he did so, he slid his full length deep into her small wet pussy.

“Of fuck!” She yelled again, taking a deep breath.

I was having a hard time understanding how he even fit inside her. Shannon had one hand on my cock again, and I somehow was rock hard! How was that possible?

“Damn,” Shannon said. “Your cock just doesn’t want to stop. You really do like watching your wife get fucked, don’t you?”

I groaned in agony, as I listened to the feral noises coming out of my wife. Short high pitched yelps, with every thrust of Shane’s cock in her pussy. She sounded as if she was trying desperately to catch her breath.

I looked back down at my own cock. It was rock hard, but it certainly looked shameful compared to what was being pounded into Kerry right now. By the sounds coming out of her, size certainly does matter!

Shannon took another drag and leaned close to my face. Without exhaling, she pressed her mouth against mine, and kissed me hard, her tongue darting deep into mine. Then she pulled her head away and exhaled the smoke that was still in her lungs. Jesus, she was sexy.

“Don’t worry, baby” she said huskily. “You’re in for a treat of your own.”

Then, Shannon climbed onto the bed and squatted over top of my cock. She reached one hand to the headboard to balance herself. She let her cigarette rest between her lips, and with her other hand, she reached down and pointed my rock-hard cock toward her pussy. She gently lowered herself, just enough to take the head of my cock between her lips.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned.

She felt incredible, and I needed more. She raised again, my cock sliding out against her outer lips, before lowering herself again to take just the tip of my cock in her. I could feel the head swelling.

“You like that, Taylor?” I tried to catch my breath.

“Oh god yes. Please put it in. Please!” I tried to buck my hips upward, to push me further into her incredible folds, but my restraints wouldn’t allow it.

Shannon smiled coyly and took another drag from her cigarette. She held it, then exhaled slowly, as she said:

“Do you want to fuck me, Taylor? Do you want that beautiful cock deep inside me while I ride it?”

I continued to hear Kerry’s urgent cries, as Shane continued to fuck her silly.

“Oh fuck Shane! Don’t — stop — fucking – meeeeee!”

Wait! Did she just say his name?!

I tried to look up at the screen, peering around Shannon who continued to squat above the head of my cock. Shane was still fucking my wife from behind, but now he had her pulled in against him, her back to his chest. He reached around with both hands and held her by the tits as he fucked her furiously.

She reached behind her head, grabbing the back of Shane’s head, and pulled his head to the side of hers. Shannon slid over the top of my head again, with a low moan.

“She’s getting fucked good now, isn’t she Taylor? Sounds like she hasn’t been fucked like that in a long long time.”

I could barely hear what Shannon was saying, as I watched Kerry turn her head to face Shane and they began to kiss. Shane continued to plow her, but slowing a bit, while they continued to french kiss. She opened her eyes, looking directly up at the camera this time, before saying

“Fuck me, Shane! I want you to make me scream until I can’t take anymore!”

Shane shoved her face down into the mattress, holding it there with one hand, and grabbing the headboard with his other. He began violently thrusting his cock into Kerry, while she began yelling in some mixture of pain and pleasure. I was devastated! Not only did she know it was Shane fucking her, but she also seemed to know I was watching it happen!

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close Shane! You’re going to make me cum again!” I heard my wife cry out.

Shane was about to give Kerry her 3rd orgasm of the night (and not a vibrator to be seen, my brain taunted me). I was near tears again. o be

“Oh baby, don’t worry, it will be over soon,” said Shannon. “Let me make it all better for you.”

Just then she slid her pussy all the way down my shaft, grinding hard against me.

“God damn!” I cried out, momentarily oblivious to the guttural sounds now coming from my wife.

Shannon moved from her squatting position now and straddled me cowgirl style.

“Tell me what you want, Taylor.” She said, taking another drag from her cigarette.

I felt it was likely this night would result in the end of my marriage. But at the same time, I didn’t think I’d ever been turned on by anyone like Shannon was turning me on. I tried to listen to the TV but was having a hard time focusing.

“Come on Taylor, I want to hear you say it. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, Shannon. Please. Ride me hard!” I said. It didn’t sound manly.

That sexy smile spread across her lips, and she took another long drag. Again without exhaling, she said:

“That’s what I thought you wanted.”

She grabbed the headboard with both hands and began to bounce up and down on my cock. I could hear the headboard creaking furiously, and I realized I probably wasn’t going to last long. Her huge tits were swinging over my face, slapping against my nose and cheek every few thrusts.

Suddenly, Kerry screamed out:

“Yeesssssss! Oh god, you’re making me come again!”