Eliza’s New Lover

(Just an obligatory warning that this story and series has a very strong cuckold/infidelity type theme and goes into some intense territory. This chapter is a particularly vivid one, so be doubly warned. The characters and situations (with a few exceptions) are fictional and the relationship within the story is not a particularly healthy relationship, etc etc etc. So if you’re not into that you will hate this story. If you are into those themes then… you will probably enjoy this.)

____

Eliza’s New Lover

Part 4: Freefall

____

The wave of dry August heat greeted us as we exited the plane on the small Greek island. There was a small number of passengers so we passed through security quickly. I was feeling apprehensive and could tell Eliza was too. She had kept checking her hair and her makeup with her phone’s selfie camera on the plane, and now she was adjusting her beautiful summer dress.

She smiled in recognition and ran forward as we turned the corner into arrivals- I looked to where she was going and saw the man for the first time. He was tall, broad shouldered, well dressed and tanned, and I could tell he worked out. She ran up and hugged him, then kissed him on the lips quickly, smiling.

She turned and gestured to me to come over, somewhat impatiently.

‘James, this is Rich,’ she said.

‘How’re you doing mate,’ he said genially and reached out to shake hands. We shook and I felt the pressure and strength in his grasp. Was he deliberately crushing my hand a bit?

He had a low voice, no strong accent. He was already talking to Eliza again after our cursory interaction, asking her about her flight, how she found the temperature and so on.

‘I’ve been looking forward to you coming,’ he said. ‘We’ve got some good weather ahead and the pool’s just been cleaned.’

I was feeling incredibly shy, obviously. He led us towards the car and, automatically, Eliza just got into the passenger seat next to him, leaving me to climb into the back awkwardly. The journey back to his villa was filled with small talk, with no references to the nature of our visit. The afternoon sun glittered off the waves as his open-top sports car revved along the coastline. I have always felt really scornful of men showing off with cars and fast driving- as well as being dangerous, it’s bad for the planet. Eliza had always agreed with me when I voiced this view but, now as I looked at her smiling in the front seat, looking out at the coastal road through her aviator sunglasses, I realised she’d just been humouring me. She loved the glamour of it in an instinctive way that I couldn’t reason her out of. From the backseat, they looked like they could be a glamorous married couple on their honeymoon- there was already such palpable energy and sexual tension between them.

‘Here we are,’ said Rich, turning into a small driveway and then following a winding track up a slope. ‘You guys are going to love this place.’

I realised after a moment that I had instinctively felt a pathetic sense of gratitude to him for addressing me at all. The villa was staggeringly beautiful, nestled in a hillside and overlooking a small bay. I couldn’t see any other houses in any direction – just the blue dots of a few swimming pools further down the hill. When Eliza asked Rich about the villa, he said he’d bought it off an art dealer from Dubai a couple of years before but didn’t go into it much further than that.

We took our suitcases to the bedroom in the guest wing of the villa and Rich amicably told us where everything was before going off to shower. Suddenly, Eliza and I were alone in the room together again. Nothing had changed much since the morning’s conversation except everything: we were now at the house of her lover, with the prospect of them fucking now just hours from becoming a reality.

‘This is so nice!’ Eliza cooed. ‘Don’t you think?’

‘It’s pretty amazing,’ I said diffidently, taking in the beautifully framed paintings on the wall and the marble floor.

‘I’m really nervous,’ she confided quietly in my ear.

‘I am too,’ I replied. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

It was 5 o’ clock. The evening was beginning.

‘I’m going to shower,’ she said, and disappeared off to the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, a gentle breeze from the open window cooling me down a little. Listening to the sound of her showering, I thought again about that morning’s conversation and what I’d agreed to. I’d basically agreed to anything she or he wanted.

_______

Dinner was a sumptuous, simple meal of seafood linguine, cooked specially by a chef who Rich said visited every evening. She was a petite woman called Symi. She was in her late 20s and had dark, alluring eyes that took us in slowly. Rich said something to her in Greek and gestured toward me and Eliza and she laughed flirtatiously, eyes dancing between us.

Over dinner, as the sun set over the bay, Rich talked about business, about the villa. He asked Eliza about how her work had been going and she talked liberally and humorously about how annoying her manager was. I could tell he found her witty and entrancing- he would nod and grunt deeply in affirmation when she made a point. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. I looked between them and occasionally interjected with my own opinion, which didn’t seem to interest them much.

Eventually Rich turned to me. ‘So, James,’ he said coolly. ‘Eliza has told me a little about what you do but can you remind me?’

I looked down. ‘Well, it’s a mixture, really. I work for a few different temp agencies and stuff.’

‘How’s that been for you?’

‘Well, it’s busy. It doesn’t really pay that much, but it’s flexible.’

‘It gives him a bit of time between shifts to work on his film script,’ Eliza said neutrally.

‘A film script?’ Rich said. ‘That sounds very interesting.’ He didn’t sound interested. ‘Have you pitched it anywhere yet?’

‘A few places,’ I said. ‘I’ve got a few responses- they like the idea but…’

Rich interrupted. ‘Look, I know a few people in LA,’ he said casually. ‘They’ll have a look at it if I ask them nicely.’

‘That’d be great, thanks!’ I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

‘Well,’ Rich said, touching Eliza’s back and sliding his hand across so that it was resting on her hip, ‘it really is the least I can do.’ He carried on looking evenly at me. ‘I also wanted to ask you something else,’ he said.

‘Er, yeah, sure.’

‘When exactly did you realise you enjoyed the idea of someone else seducing your woman?’

Eliza gasped and let out an astonished laugh. The sexual tension of the evening had already been electrifying but now it burst through and my ears filled with the hiss of static. My cock felt like it was wilting in my trousers in front of this more assertive man. Symi came and collected our plates silently; I was so relieved she didn’t speak English and couldn’t understand this humiliating exchange.

‘I, er… I’m not sure if it’s something that…’

Rich interrupted again, ‘Look, she knows. I know. You know. Just talk to me about it.’

‘I think it’s just knowing that I’m, kind of,’

‘Punching above your weight?’ Eliza interjected smoothly.

Rich laughed.

‘Maybe it’s that,’ I said, embarrassedly.

Eliza came over and planted a kiss on my cheek.

____________

The sound of washing up from the kitchen finished. Symi came out and said something to Rich in Greek, narrowing her eyes at him and smiling. He raised a hand and thanked her. She looked between Eliza and me and I felt her eyes rest on me for a moment. When I glanced up to meet her gaze, she turned her head quickly away and smiled.

She went to her car and as the sound of it accelerating it away disappeared into the night, Rich topped up our glasses of wine.

‘Let’s swim, shall we?’

The infinity pool was the perfect temperature for a warm, dreamy summer evening- cool and refreshing. Eliza went into the villa and soon emerged in the sensuous swimming costume she’d modelled for me before. The central gap running down the middle of the costume accentuated the supple curves of the sides of her breasts.

Rich looked her up and down and made a chef’s kiss gesture.

‘Eliza, you look stunning,’ he said simply.

‘Thanks,’ she replied, a little giggly and more quiet than her normal voice. She put her toes into the water and descended the steps.

Rich was already in his swimming trunks, so pulled his shirt up and jumped in at the other end. He trod water for a minute then looked up towards me.

‘You’re welcome to join us,’ he said.

I followed Eliza down the stairs. Suddenly, with all three of us now in the pool, everything felt a lot more immediate. Rich was swimming across to Eliza now. She bobbed there expectantly then, as he closed in slowly towards her, she put her arms around his neck and embraced him. I knelt in the shallow end, short of breath, my heart thumping.

She playfully splashed him with the smallest gesture. He growled in mock fury and somehow picked her up in a fireman’s lift position, throwing her just above the water as she squealed. They splashed each other a bit more and she grabbed his head and dunked it underwater. He pretended to be stuck underneath and she giggled, squealing again when he reared his head out and did the same to her.

They slowed down and went back to their slow embrace. It was silent, except for the running water sounds and the birds chorusing in the trees.

He grinned and then drew in for a soft, slow kiss. I watched as her tongue met with his, as her lips parted to let him move in even closer. His hands moved with a certainty and authority down the small of her back and onto her hips. With another lurch I remembered that he had already seen her naked; this would not be the first time.

She looked across at me for the tiniest moment and I tried to look away before she saw my helpless, dumbstruck expression.

‘You can look, baby,’ she said. ‘I want you to see it all.’

The water was rippling so I could not see how it happened but, with a double take, I saw that Eliza’s swimsuit was pulled halfway down and the bare skin of her breasts was totally exposed. Rich lifted her a little again, now holding her above the surface by her hips. He kissed her beautiful, smooth stomach as water ran off it. I kept thinking how easily he could lift her- she wasn’t heavy but she was not super light either.

‘James, mate,’ he said. ‘If I hold her like this, please could you make yourself useful and just pull the rest of her costume off?’

I silently swam over and joined the tangle of bodies from behind, grasping at the straps of Eliza’s revealing costume and pulling them down, meaning I was now level with her bare bum.

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Now, lift her legs over my shoulders.’

He didn’t say please the second time.

I obeyed, so that now he was giving her a shoulder lift in reverse. He was looking straight at her vagina. I moved round awkwardly, my purpose for that moment fulfilled.

His mouth locked tentatively against the top of her vulva and he stretched out his tongue, deftly exploring her labia. She gasped- nothing I hadn’t done for her before- but with an added breathlessness and excitement at this new – well, relatively new- experience.

He didn’t carry on for that long. Becoming playful again, he leant forward so that she fell backwards into the pool.

‘We’ll come back to that,’ he said. ‘For now, let’s get out of the pool for a bit.’

As Rich hoisted himself out of the pool, I couldn’t help noticing that he was partly erect and his package looked, even under the swimming trunks, undeniably huge. I gulped at the thought of seeing it revealed and finding out for sure how much he dwarfed me. Eliza followed him as he grabbed a couple of long, thick cushions from a sun lounger and threw them on the stone ground. So it was here, outside, on this makeshift bed. This was going to be where it happened. He stood there, watching her. She took her wine glass and sauntered towards him, taking a sultry sip and then holding it out for me to take for her.

She knelt in front of him, water still dripping from her body and hair onto the cushion. I could see the individual droplets running down her smooth skin in the red light of the sunset. The paleness of her breasts compared to the rest of her more tanned body drew the eye to them, and I could see that Rich was transfixed by them, too. She grinned up at him and ran her hands over his crotch, up and down, side to side, leaning in to take the outline of his cock gently between her teeth. It was swelling further under the fabric of his trunks as I watched, thick and long.

His breathing increased as Eliza continued her deft work, looking more serious now to mirror the urgency in his facial expression. I cleared my throat and looked away for a moment, feeling awkward, but they both noticed.

‘Don’t look away,’ she breathed, now grasping his cock from underneath with her hands and moving both thumbs in a circular motion around its base.

She looked up at Rich again, teasingly. My mouth had gone totally dry. The inevitability of what would happen next made my head spin.

With her fingers she grabbed the waistline of his swimming trunks and pulled them outwards, then down. I stared, transfixed. Rich’s erect penis was bigger than I had thought; in my wild, discombobulated state I thought it must have been nearly double the length of mine. Maybe even double the girth. I’d only ever seen anything like it in porn films and, even then, had assumed it was trick photography. Any residual male ego and insecurity I had about my penis size was eclipsed by a sudden knowledge and acceptance that this person was on a completely different plane to me. Nature simply had not dealt these attributes out equally with any sort of logic. What had I been dealt? A sense of humour and a creative streak?

Eliza stared at Rich’s cock too, then gave a shaky sigh.

‘Wow,’ she said, and they both burst into laughter, diffusing the tension a bit.

‘Thanks, I feel quite flattered,’ Rich said, grinning.

‘I know I’ve seen it once before, but… all the same…’

I was almost shaking with a primal and euphoric jealousy. Eliza looked across at me in my awkward stance at the side.

‘Baby, I want to see something,’ she said. ‘Could you pull your trunks down?’

I didn’t even bother to hide my erection. They both looked at it- Eliza looked from Rich’s cock and then back to mine. She seemed almost shocked anew by the contrast between them.

Rich looked at her expression and then laughed again. ‘It’s just a lottery, that’s all!’ he said. ‘It’s not your fault, mate.’

‘It’s just what we do about it that counts,’ Eliza said coolly, before parting her lips and running them softly over the tip of his penis. I watched with fascination as she moved forward, taking more and more of the cock into her mouth. She narrowed her eyes as she moved to around half the length and stayed there for a moment before pulling back with a loud out breath. Her thumbs still moved in gentle, massaging circles round the base of his cock and I heard his shallow breathing in response.

I felt like I was going to faint as I watched this happen, so I pulled my trunks up and backed away to the deckchair nearby, stripped of its cushion. I sat on the hard plastic and watched, leaning forward to conceal my erection again with my folded arms. Trails of water were still slipping down the smooth curve of her stomach and dropping quietly to the ground as she moved her head slowly, enveloping the cock repeatedly and passionately now and moaning softly to match his deep grunts of satisfaction. She looked up at him, as if for approval, and in response he pushed forward into her mouth and held her head there for a moment. She made a straining sound after a moment but he didn’t let go, tilting his head back as Eliza’s eyes narrowed.

Another deep exhale, then:

‘Right- time to do this,’ she said, as if she’d made her mind up about something.

‘Yeah?’ Rich breathed.

‘I want to have sex with you now.’ The plain and simple way she said it was so erotic.

Rich pulled his feet out of his trunks so he was completely naked. Eliza already was, her tall and curvaceous body on the brink of crossing a new boundary.

‘But… I had an idea,’ Eliza said. ‘I’ve been thinking about it for a while.’ She looked over to me. ‘Honey, come and lie down on these cushions,’ she said.

I padded over, my bare feet slapping against the stone floor. She manoeuvred me to where she wanted, kneeling. I was now lying across the two cushions, looking up. What was she about to do to me?

She got onto her knees, right beside my head, so that I could see the side of her buttocks and the elegant line of her stomach. Slowly she lifted one knee and moved it to the other side of my head. She was facing away from me, straddling me, and now all I could see were her buttocks and pussy.

I’d always wanted to do the 69 pose with her but she’d always said she felt too self conscious. She didn’t seem to care right now. She leant forward and I felt her hair fall gently onto my stomach. She slowly pushed her hips downward, lowering her labia down onto my face. Without encouragement, I probed her pussy with my tongue, tasting how wet and aroused she already was. She moaned indulgently and moved her hips back and forth. The faint line where her bum ended and the back of her thighs began had never looked so hot… so human.

What the fuck was she doing? I wondered that too, but at that point I guessed she was trying to make me feel included and needed.

I could feel the soft flesh of her inner thighs that encased me shaking in pleasure. Pathetically, as if reaching out for help, I clasped her lower back with both hands and pulled my mouth closer against her pussy. She arched her back in response, the muscles of her stomach tightening above my chin.

There was no shyness about the position we were in – about the fact that I could see her tight, puckered asshole just there – she seemed to be completely immersed in it. Something about the other guy’s presence there meant that she seemed to care less what I thought of her. She hadn’t even made any pretence of sucking my cock.

After a couple of minutes, I remembered: this wasn’t what we’d come here to do. She’d come here to fuck Rich. Where was he? I tilted my head backwards a bit to look away from Eliza’s beautiful buttocks and saw him standing, watching.

I felt her stomach above me tighten as she turned her head to look at him. ‘I want you to fuck me like this,’ she purred.

I heard his bare feet on stone walking closer.

As I licked, Rich came up and knelt behind her. His cock was still fully erect and it was now directly above me- I could see thick veins running along it. It was throbbing faintly and still had tracks of saliva from Elissa’s tongue and lips on the shaft. The balls were huge and pendulous, just above my forehead.

I suddenly realised what was about to happen.

‘Eliza, what the fuck is this?’ I said, stopping licking.

‘This is how I want this to happen,’ she said. ‘This is how I want you to watch.’

‘We didn’t discuss this!’ I protested.

‘We did,’ she said. ‘You said you were happy to do whatever I asked of you.’

‘I didn’t realise you meant that you were going to try and humiliate me as much as possible,’ I said.

I imagined Symi returning to collect a forgotten item and seeing me and Eliza having a couple’s argument while she reverse straddled my face, with another man ready to penetrate her from behind. I cringed but then had a flash of recognition that I might even want this to happen.

‘I just want you to see what it’s like,’ Eliza said, ‘when a real man fucks me. A confident, successful and well endowed man. I want you to see it close up.’

‘Why?’ I said.

‘Because it turns me on.’ She paused. ‘And… baby…’ she said, more tenderly. ‘I think that… it turns you on, too?’

I took it in. My girlfriend’s glistening pussy, a small strand of wetness swinging from the lips, Rich’s throbbing cock, now pooling a small glob of pre-cum at the tip. Who was I kidding? There was an animal inevitability to what was to come, and I could either accept it and submit to it or run away and let them get on with it without me even there.

‘Just this once,’ I said, my body consumed by lust, my penis twitching violently in my swimming trunks which now felt very uncomfortable.

There was no thank you, no fanfare- they just got on with it.

Eliza reached her hand back and lightly grasped Rich’s dick, moving the tip to the opening of her wet vagina.

‘Whatever you say, this is clearly turning you on,’ she purred. She moved her hand from Rich’s cock and next thing I felt her fingertips lightly brush my own stiffened penis, playfully tapping the shaft over the trunks fabric.

I was looking up pathetically at the sliver of light between Rich’s cock and my girlfriend’s underside. I saw his stomach clenching as he leaned forward.

‘Let’s see it again,’ he said and Eliza moved her head obligingly out of the way. She pulled down the waistband of my trunks and left them down. I knew he was looking down at my still twitching penis and, soon enough, his muscular stomach rippled with a snort of laughter. I felt my face smarting with embarrassment.

‘I can’t get over how small it is,’ he said. Eliza laughed shakily- she was so nervous now.

‘Well, you make anyone’s dick look small,’ she said, sticking up for me a bit, I guess.

‘Thanks, I guess.’ he responded, laughing again. ‘But I can’t believe it’s taken you so long to go looking!’

In response to his taunting, my penis felt like it was shrivelling up and receding into my body but, conversely, a feeling that I might cum any minute now was gradually building. A warm electricity was flooding the muscles around my stomach and thighs. I tried to ignore the feeling as I couldn’t bear the added humiliation of prematurely ejaculating right now.

Eliza twisted her hips slightly to one side and then back to the other again, moving the head of Rich’s cock with it. He was very slightly nestled into the lips of her vagina.

The inevitability of it- the magnetism, the sense that things had been building to this all evening- all day – all month! My semi-erect penis started twitching again.

‘Your boyfriend is very turned on by this,’ Rich said. ‘I’d be feeling so embarrassed if this is how I got my kicks.’

This only made things worse- it was as though my penis had a life of its own, jerking at random times.

His cock contrastingly throbbed powerfully, confidently and stayed entirely stiff. Eliza,’ he said, almost formally. ‘Are you ready?’

She sighed deeply- it was the most womanly sound I think I’d ever heard her make, as though she was submitting to some deep natural instinct. Wordlessly, she pushed her hips back against him, pushing his dick a small amount further into the vaginal opening.

I suddenly remembered something- something I’d forgotten about in all the craziness. A deep shock passed through me and a sudden rush of anxiety.

‘Have you got a condom, Rich?’ I asked, almost pleadingly.

‘No, mate,’ he said breezily. ‘Eliza’s gone on the pill for me. I’ve done a test recently, and I haven’t had sex for a month. I’m clean. We thought doing it bareback would make this week more special.’

I was silent with shock. I hadn’t fucked her without a condom for years.

‘Sorry James,’ Eliza said with a lowered tone. ‘I should probably have told you that. Now… do you have anything else you want to protest about or are we going to have to get you to move?

‘Erm… Okay.’

Rich’s two muscular arms came down and with rough hands he gripped her hips.

‘We should probably take this quite slowly,’ he grunted, as his stomach tensed slightly with the forward motion.

The red, bulbous head of his cock slid forward inch by inch, parting the outer labia and pushing the inner lips in. Her demure, glistening vulva widened crudely around it, accompanied b hery high animal-like breathless pants of what sounded half like pain, half like intense excitement- curiosity, even. He sighed and grunted deeply as the skin of his cock was pulled taut by the tension. He moved out a bit- now the head and next inch or so of his cock was glistening with her juices- and then pushed deeper. This time, he pushed about 5 inches in, the muscles behind his balls tightening with obvious pleasure, and receiving a deep groan from Eliza in response. 5 inches- that was the full length of my penis and I noted with a sort of visceral rush of desperation that there was still a long way to go until he was fully inside of her.

‘Just do it,’ I heard her say. She had lost some of her composure now- her stomach which she’d been holding in as she walked around in the day, was now relaxed meaning her slight, feminine belly protruded and hung down a little. She was ready to submit fully to him.

The sight of a large glistening cock sliding smoothly into my girlfriend’s vagina, gently parting the lips, was something I’d always tried to imagine, but the reality of the sight was so much more thrilling than I ever could have imagined. He grunted as he slid forward and the full length of his cock disappeared up to the balls inside her. He groaned deeply as his balls pushed against her labia. I marvelled at it, how Eliza’s vagina could easily accommodate so much more than I’d ever been able to give her.

‘Oh my god that feels good,’ he breathed. She had tensed up completely- they were frozen in place. I savoured the sight – the balls pulsating slightly, the base of the shaft buried in my girlfriend’s vulva, her shaky breathing. He moved very slightly back and forth, pushing up to the base of his cock and then back an inch or two.

She broke the moment of silence with a sudden cry: ‘Fuck, it feels so good!’ she exclaimed.

The next thing I knew, they were properly fucking. His hands carried on gripping her buttocks and he thrust again and again into her, slowly and authoritatively. His balls had tightened but still there was a thick slap as his scrotum swung against her soft underbelly. All of the muscles in his stomach were tightened and her thighs and butt rippled as they repeatedly collided.

The physical sounds of their frenzied union- the squelch of his penis plunging into her wet pussy and the rhythmic slaps – were mirrored by both their voices. Eliza yelped with every entry in a way I had never heard before and Rich grunted right from the abdomen. I suddenly realised: all the sex I’d ever had or would ever have with her would never compare to this. It felt suddenly as though my entire sex life had been me and Eliza play-acting at sex- making all the right noises, doing all the right things. What was happening right above me- the innate brutality of it, the power and the pleasure- this was the real deal.

I lowered my gaze to look forward: her tits were swinging below her body and her belly was very slightly rippling with the increasing force of Rich’s motion. She was gripping onto my legs and had her forehead pressed against my thigh- her mouth was open in a fixed gasp. The shock of seeing her almost pained expression made my cock twinge harder than it was already doing and I felt her grab it briefly before letting go, consumed by enjoyment of what Rich was giving her.

At this point I felt redundant- forced to stare up at the increasingly intense sex that was happening right above my face. I had this deep feeling of what it was all driving towards- Rich’s movement was unfaltering and certain. Eliza’s moans became deeper, breathier- my heart sank. Only two or three minutes in, Rich was going to make something happen that I had never managed. He didn’t seem to have any sense of the magnitude of this moment, and he carried on thrusting.

Eliza was surprised, though. ‘Oh my god,’ she said suddenly. ‘Oh my god oh my god ohmygodohmy…” Then silence – just the squelching of her pussy – then a deep, elongated and very loud groan. ‘UUUUUNNNGGGHHHH!’. She collapsed downwards, her belly pressing hard down against my chest and her hips jerking up and down, moving Rich’s cock with it. Her hands tightened painfully around my legs that she’d been holding on to, and in some subliminal way I felt some gratitude that she’d acknowledged me in some way.

‘That was the first orgasm I’ve ever had from sex,’ she breathed.

‘No shit!’ Rich replied, laughing. ‘You’d never have a chance of that with this guy.’ His throbbing penis was still deep inside her and his balls had tightened up more. I suddenly realised – we hadn’t made any agreement about what would happen next.

They rested like that, Rich’s balls loosening slightly so that they were brushing against my forehead. The evening was still fairly warm and this burst of sudden activity meant that Eliza’s thighs had a very thin sheen of sweat over the pale skin.

Now they fucked again but more slowly, almost sensuously. This time his balls and shaft brushed over my forehead and nose sporadically- they were closer now. Her pussy was right there, just an inch away.

‘I want you to help, honey,’ she purred. ‘It’s time for you to start doing your bit.’

‘I think she wants you to lick her pussy, mate,’ Rich said.

What was the point of arguing? I turned my mouth up towards her pussy and licked the clitoral area, which was stretched out in a way I’d never seen before. I tilted the rest of my head back to avoid contact with Rich’s dick. Her pussy tasted intensely of her lusty wetness but there was another slippery liquid that fell onto my tongue in strands. I tried not to wonder about it too much, while studiously avoiding Rich’s cock still. This was fine, I thought.

But this was not enough for Eliza. ‘Rich, is he avoiding your cock?’ she said teasingly.

‘I think he’s just focussing on you,’ Rich replied between grunts, his cock still sliding in and out with an almost mechanical power.

‘Well, I think it’s time he opens his mind up a bit,’ she said. Rich laughed and with his right hand spanked her arse, leaving a red mark which faded slowly. ‘You’re the devil,’ he said. He chuckled. ‘Okay, I’m very cool with that.’

My heart raced. This had never been in the plan- we hadn’t talked about this. We just hadn’t talked about anything and this was why I was now beneath my girlfriend and her lover, head locked between the fleshy prison of her soft thighs and his cock.

‘Honey,’ Eliza said, ‘Lick his cock for me.’

‘I don’t know if I want to do th…’

‘I want you to,’ she said with a deep commanding tone. ‘I want you to.’ She pulled the waistband of my trunks down and took hold of my cock, which had stiffened harder than I knew was possible. ‘I think you do as well. I am sure you do.’

It felt like there was semen building right at the tip of my penis. It was almost a painful feeling.

Rich was still thrusting in and out slowly and I experimentally licked his shaft lengthwise. I had never imagined doing anything like this. I moved lamely up and down, trying to cover Eliza’s elongated, moist vulva and his cock that was coated with their combined juices. His cock was so firmly embedded in her that it almost looked like one long exotic sex organ- starting at the clitoris and ending at his balls, expanding and contracting with his thrusts. I continued licking experimentally, occasionally causing him to twitch or jerk, or her to convulse slightly at the hips. They moaned appreciatively but it felt like this was aimed at each other, rather than me. They were using me – I was just a conduit to greater pleasure for them to share.

His balls were now smelling of a deeply masculine aroma and I was reminded of the absurdity of the situation- this powerful man taking my girlfriend for his to fuck without any resistance or protest from me. Now I was endorsing it, massaging the shaft of his cock with my tongue and lips, all to please Eliza and keep her happy.

I couldn’t tell how much of his increased breathing and cock pulsations were down to my very basic oral stimulation and how much was down to the tight pussy of a woman like Eliza clamped softly but firmly around the head of his penis. Either way, I needed to think about what was going to happen next.

‘Eliza,’ I think I should move,’ I stammered. ‘What if Rich, y’know…’

‘What if Rich cums?’ she said, rocking her hips forward. ‘What if he blows his load in me?’

‘Yeah. I think I should move.’

‘You’re not moving!’ Eliza laughed. ‘You’re staying right there. There’s something I will be asking you to do.’

I think I already knew what was going to happen and, again, my cock betrayed my underlying feelings about it by twitching enough for a bit of pre-cum to pulse out and land on my stomach. She picked up the glob with her thumb and rubbed the head of my cock roughly with it, purring encouragingly as she did. I very nearly orgasmed right at that moment but somehow managed to stop. Even in the height of arousal, I knew that the idea of watching this all happen in a post-orgasmic state would not be a good experience. She purred and laughed. ‘Yes. It’s going to happen. The question is, what are you going to do about it?’

‘It’s going to happen,’ Rich said. He was moving slower now- more tentative. It had been ten minutes and now the aroma of his deep arousal was hard to ignore. My tongue was still flickering aimlessly up and down his thrusting cock and Eliza’s swollen, slippery labia. I felt so useless and redundant compared to this almost deific exchange of carnality that was going on between my dominators.

‘It’s time for you to come, baby,’ she said. For a second I thought she might be talking to me, but then I felt her twisting back and imagined her turning her beautiful face to look him in the eyes. ‘Just know how much I want you to do this. I want you to shoot all of your cum into me. I want you to fill me up so I’m overflowing.’

He was grunting deeply now and moving more jerkily. I watched helplessly. He was spanking her buttocks, hard, she was squealing in delight. His penis was purple and thick, his balls were heaving into his now sweaty undercarriage. His stomach and her buttocks were both damp with perspiration, sticking together a little when they collided.

He slowed for a bit and pulled out. I felt like my face was covered with their juices. On the tip of his cock there was a massive globule of transparent liquid – it bent towards me like a drip of a tap. I accepted that the salty, slimy liquid that had been mixed in with Eliza’s pussy juice had been Rich’s pre-cum. What else could it have been?

‘Go on,’ he said. ‘Lick it off.’

I froze.

‘You heard him say it,’ said Eliza. ‘Go on.’

I pathetically stretched out my tongue to the tip of his cock and licked the filmy transparent slime off. It tasted so masculine- like a different species altogether from me. The head pulsed and jerked up and Rich sighed deeply. He had no qualms about demonstrating that he enjoyed it.

‘James is a “flexitarian”,’ Eliza said. ‘It’s good for him to have a bit more protein!’

Rich laughed. ‘James is a flexitarian,’ he repeated pointedly. ‘Why does that not surprise me?’

My own balls were tightening up and Eliza gently pushed her finger against the swollen skin between them.

‘He’s going to cum too… without any help at all, I think!’ she said with amusement. She changed her tone as she spoke to me. ‘As long as you just, I guess, submit to the situation honey. Just embrace it and you’ll be able to have a release from this.’

I was going to come without touching myself. This was going to be so humiliating. My mouth went dry- I instinctively licked Eliza’s beautifully wet pussy again.

Rich spoke to me again. ‘Guide my cock into your girlfriend’s pussy,’ he said. ‘I’m going to cum inside her now.’

I lay there helplessly- the base of the weighty cock was resting heavily on my lips.

‘Did you hear me, mate?’ he said urgently. ‘Do it. And I want you to tell me to come in your girlfriend’s pussy. I want to hear you say it.’

‘I want you to come in my girlfriend’s pussy,’ I said weakly.

‘More. Say you want me to fill her pussy up with cum.’

‘Fill her pussy up with cum,’ I said. As I repeated these phrases, it felt like a series of absurd, twisted wedding vows- except I was giving my girlfriend away with them.

I tentatively took the cock in my hand- the first time I’d ever handled another one from my own. It was heavy, it was throbbing and it was rock hard. I moved the head to Eliza’s pussy opening which was now red and puffy, still gaping wide.

‘Come on, boys,’ Eliza gasped. ‘Let’s all cum.’

Rich pounded into her with all his might, balls slapping, juices flying out as he withdrew. They both grunted and gasped, all the while my own penis was throbbing more and more, past the threshold of pain and pleasure. I almost felt like I was being swallowed up in the heat of their passion and lust. Eliza begun crying out in passion and soon I could see her legs shaking intensely. It wasn’t fair- he was making her come again. My penis head wilted and a strange stinging sensation flooded my balls and perineum.

Before I knew it, Rich was roaring gutturally. His stomach muscles stiffened as he leant over her, pitching his hands further forward on the bed. My balls tightened more as I watched, and that stinging sensation transformed into a deep orgasm. He clumsily thrust balls deep, once, twice and a third time, freezing there each time, balls and cock throbbing violently. I’d never seen such a strong orgasm. Meanwhile, it felt like my penis had been sucked into my body.

‘Oh my god, I can feel your cum!’ squealed Eliza, still coming hard from her intense vaginal orgasm. I licked her clitoris desperately to try and increase her pleasure further but she bucked against me, pushing my face back and my head against the bed.

Gradually they stopped moving and then all I could hear was their fast breathing. All I could smell was the deep, acrid fragrance of primal male lust satisfied. I dreaded what was going to happen next.

My penis was still throbbing painfully. The orgasmic feeling was still fully consuming me, even though Rich had gone still, his cock still twitching inside Eliza, and the tension had been resolved.

‘You didn’t come,’ Eliza said to me. I looked down and, sure enough, my penis was completely flaccid. There were tracks of pre-cum all over my groin but no semen.

‘It felt like I did,’ I said. ‘It was a really intense orgasm.’

‘So you haven’t really been released from your desire yet,’ said Eliza. ‘That’s no good at all.’

‘I’ll just masturbate,’ I said deferentially. ‘I know you must be tired.’

‘No, no, no,’ said Eliza playfully. ‘We’ll do this properly.’

‘You do want to ejaculate, don’t you?’ Rich said. His penis was still buried up to the balls in my girlfriend’s vagina, the skin of his scrotum and her labia virtually indistinguishable.

‘Yes, I do,’ I groaned.

‘Okay, I’ll do it for you,’ Eliza said. ‘But only if you give me one more orgasm, with your mouth.’

‘What? But… Rich has just…!’

‘Yes, he has. His cum is going to start falling out of me. And I want you to accept that. Take in some of that masculinity. You have to lick it all out of me.’

Rich slowly pulled his cock out with a deep squelching sound like a drain being unblocked and, almost instantly,, a huge trickle of silvery cum spilled out onto my cheek.

‘Lick it!’ Eliza said urgently. ‘Stop it from going on the cushions!’

I pushed my tongue up against her vulval opening and used it to try and block the flow, but instead it channelled the cum into my mouth. It came in waves and I tried to lick her labia and clitoris as I felt it pooling at the back of my throat.

‘Swallow it,’ said Eliza tersely.

‘That’s your protein intake for a week,’ Rich said, pacing away. Eliza laughed, breathing huskily.