Movie Night
“Why don’t you go ahead and please your husband for me?” He whispered in my ear.
I hesitated. As I stared at the movie playing on the television, he nudged my arm. I looked at him sideways for a moment, then leaned over my husband and unzipped his pants. While my hand reached down through his underwear, I ran my lips gently down his neck. My husband moaned softly and his body stiffened.
“He wants me to please you,” I whispered, “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes.”
I pulled out his cock. It stood hard and the light from the television gave it a soft glow as I worked my hand over it a few times. Once the precum started to bubble out, I leaned down and tasted it. Heaven! I sucked him fully into my mouth. I wondered if my husband would get shy and stop me, but he didn’t.
My friend sat on the other side of the couch, very close to us, and watched. He began to smack my ass with something, traveling down the back of my legs. I moaned loudly despite my mouthful of cock. That sensation made my husband raise his hips upwards. I followed his rhythm. While my head bobbed up and down feverishly, my friend grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to go even faster; deeper.
“I’m about to—,” my husband started to say.
A loud, animalistic moan finished his sentence. I stayed down deep on his dick while is pulsed a reward down my throat. He patted my head. I smiled and went back to watching the movie while he went to clean himself up. My friend reached over and grabbed the chain around me neck. Standing up, he yanked me into position over the couch. He lit up my ass with his hand at first then started with a cane. Abruptly, he stopped and sat back down. I let out a small whimper. Reluctantly, I got back into my seat next to him as my husband re entered the room.
We watched the remainder of the movie, parts of which were lost to me. I had thrown an arm around each of their necks. Occasionally, my friend would caress at my hand, sometimes he would pinch my ribs just to hear me moan. He’d chuckle never looking my way; his eyes fixated on the television.
Impatience had finally worn my husband thin—he stood up and unzipped his leather pants again. A bold move from such a shy one! My friend undid himself, pointing at the floor in between them. Quickly, I jumped down onto my knees.
“Take me first,” he breathed in my ear and leaned back.
I swallowed up his black cock as ordered then reached over to work my hand on my husband’s dick. I alternated my mouth and hand on both of them until my husband stopped me. I looked up confused.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” he said to my friend.
I followed behind them. Upstairs, my friend grabbed my throat and choked me while my husband started to take off my pants. They both stripped me down completely—clothing being thrown wildly everywhere. My friend tossed me onto his bed face down. My husband maneuvered underneath my face and shoved his cock back into my mouth.
I heard the wind roaring behind me as my friend cracked me with his flogger. THUD!
I sucked harder. THUD! I went down deeper. My husband stopped my head from moving.
“Stop,” he told me, “Get on top of me.”
I got nervous. I don’t often ride my husband, especially for an audience. As I did, my friend came behind me and started to bite my neck and shoulders violently. I felt my pussy squeeze against cock each time teeth sank into my flesh. Finally, I was so tight, my husband couldn’t hold back anymore and shot inside of me. Dismounting, I grinned at him.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
“Lay down bitch,” my friend grunted from behind me.
He took me in missionary position while my husband watched us. Suddenly awkward, I looked up at my husband for approval. He smiled and winked at me. Taking my left hand into his, he kissed it and placed it on my friend’s ass. I felt the muscles underneath me tense from my touch. I dug my nails in.
My friend began to grind against me faster. I bucked my hips against him as he started to shoot a load into me. I took his face into my hands and kissed him. Then, he pulled out swiftly, yanked me up, and they both stood close to me, one on either side.
“Hold her up, she’s gonna need you,” he told my husband.
I heard the whip crack and I fell into my husband’s arms. The sting I was expecting never came. Instead, my muscles relaxed with each strike. And I did need my husband, my knees became wobbly. I struggled to stand up on my own, but couldn’t. My friend stuck his fingers into me.
“Very full, aren’t you?” He laughed from behind me.
“Yes” I nodded.
“Enjoy yourself?” My husband asked and helped me over to the bed.
“Very much.”
My friend sat down beside me and hugged me. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched my husband get dressed. I felt my friend brushed the hair away from my ear. He caressed it for a moment then kissed my forehead. It was time to leave now—5 o’clock in the morning! I sighed contently and he let go of me. He helped me find my clothes that were littered all over the room.
“Now, you’re going to run to Walgreens with cum dripping out of you,” my friend whispered to me, “I know you like that, my little freak.”
“Yes sir,” I replied.
“Good girl.”
