Watching Her Fun -3rd ed (5 page)

TEN

“Watch this,” Jenn said, and pulled the guys together and tried to fit the ends of both cocks in her mouth, her tongue sticking out underneath. She couldn’t do it – LP was too thick, and she just waggled her mouth from side to side, and both guys put their heads back and moaned, and I was worried they’d blow right then.

“Just fuck her,” I said, “and fuck her good.”

Jenn moved so that she was bent over the armchair, ass facing Matt, mouth facing LP, and they began fucking her. The sound of sex filled the room, the moans of the guys and the gagging of my wife as LP put his hands on her head and tried to work his dick to the back of her throat, her lips stretched ridiculous. I wondered how many cocks she’d sucked since we started dating, and how many since we got married.

I looked down, Amy was blowing me while watching the action, fingers stuffed in and out of her cunt, getting off on the scene as much as anyone else. What reason did I have to complain?

ELEVEN

Jenn kept getting fucked at both ends, then took her mouth off LP’s cock and told the guys to change places. Matt moved up and Jenn grabbed his dick and licked her pussy off it, while LP pushed himself inside.

The biggest cock she’d ever had? I doubted it. She knew what she was doing, and they kept fucking like this until Jenn told Matt and LP to let her up.

“Sorry, hon. Almost forgot. Want to fuck my ass?”

She told Amy to untie me, and she did, her tits up against me, and as I was waiting for Jenn and the guys to get into position, she got on her knees and started blowing me again.

She was awesome. I could see why Jenn liked her so much, and her spit was going to ease my cock into her friend’s ass, so she made it good and sloppy.

While I was getting ready Jenn directed the young guy, Matt, into the anchor position, and straddled him as he sat on the couch, easing his cock into her pussy. LP was standing to the side, his long dick aimed at her mouth.

Matt grabbed her ass and I could see his cock working up and down inside my wife, his balls coming up to slap her thighs. I looked a little higher and could see her butthole twitching. I took my cock out of Amy’s mouth and walked over to slip it in Jenn’s ass. I was so desperate to fuck that I eased my way in and didn’t stop or see how she was reacting until I was halfway down, and then looked up and saw that she had LP’s dick in her mouth and her tits swinging in Matt’s face.

I started working up depth in her ass, kissing Amy and playing with her jugs, ready for Jenn to ask me to take it easy.

She took LP’s cock out of her mouth and looked over her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, hon, you won’t break it.”

I put a foot up on the couch and began ploughing in deeper, going almost all the way in and then pulling out, watching her butthole relax and get used to it.

“Oh fuck,” said Amy, looking down at her friend’s ass, “look at that.”

Jenn was gaping, her asshole dilated and fucked. I plunged back inside, right the way down to the balls.

“Hey Jenny, “Amy said, “where's his dick?”

“In my ass.”

“Oh, you’re nasty. Tell him what you want.”

”I want you to fuck my ass like you own it.”

It took some steadying to keep us all in, and find a rhythm, but when things got going they moved fast. Matt was inside her cunt while I was turning out her ass and LP was having fun getting his dick sucked. This ass-fucking business wasn’t going to be a problem.

I worked my cock in and out, around and around, opening Jenn’s butt wider, getting it ready for the many fucks I’d give it later. I wanted Jenn to cum with all three cocks in her, and while I was in her ass the kid was working on her pussy, the two of us hitting a groove.

She was double-stuffed and loving it.

TWELVE

The first sign that something was up came soon after, when Jenn took LP’s cock out of her mouth just long enough to catch her breath, say she was about to cum, and demand that we fucked harder. Then she put his dick back in her mouth and started to cum under the triple penetration she was taking, eyes shut and every muscle straining at the assault.

“Oh shit,” LP said, jerking off as his cock bounced in and out of my wife’s mouth, “I’m gonna cum.”

Jenn put out her tongue and LP got in a few more strokes against it and then began cumming in her face, all the time muttering that she was bitch, slut, whore, et cetera, but she just kept moving, mouth open, oblivious to anything but fucking.

LP’s cum was soon all over my wife’s face, and the sight of his big cock emptying load after load, the pulsing tightness of her ass, the feel of another man’s cock in her pussy, Amy’s lingerie and tits, all of it was too much, and as Jenn continued to cum harder I began to lose control, and decided not to hold back.

Matt must have felt the same, I could feel his cock work up some furious strokes as he gave a yell and started shuddering, emptying his balls deep into my wife as her tits were mashed up against his face. This seemed to set her off again, and she began the familiar moans and shrieks that signaled another orgasm. I knew what I was doing now, and worked with the feedback, ensuring that we’d cum together, powered by my dick in her ass.

I came hard and deep, going crazy with the shakes and fucking, determined to own Jenn’s ass, despite all the competition, all the other cocks in however many days and nights, all the other men she’d loved or fucked.

I came long and deep and kept pumping, no way my dick was getting soft in Jenn’s tight ass, which still gripped me as I moved back and forth, jizz starting to leak out and mix with the mess Matt had made of her cunt.

The room was full of breathing and sighs, and as we all steadied ourselves and calmed down Amy, the only one who maybe hadn’t cum yet, moved around to look at Jenn’s face.

“Don’t waste it,” she said, using her fingers to scoop up LP’s jizz and feed it to Jenn.

Then when I pulled out and Jenn was left sitting on Matt’s softening cock, Amy went down on her knees and lapped up the cum that was leaking from her friend’s cunt and ass.

Soon after, when Matt, LP, Jenn and me were ready to go again, Amy got all the fucking she wanted, along with the toys and restraints, but that’s a story for another day.

That night, holding each other in bed, we talked about the future. I asked Jenn what she wanted.

“What can I say? Young guys turn me on, they like me, and you don’t seem to mind. Seems a waste to let it go, and don’t you want to fuck other women too?”

And that’s how our new lives began in Newton.

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ONE

A lot of this I’m going to be vague or lie about, but the basic thing is all true.

When I was still a kid my mom died, and when I was in high school my dad, in most respects a monumental fuck-up, married this 25-year old, a woman called Jenny. He was already over 50, and she was gone less than two years later, but in that time she’d made quite an impression.

Two things I can tell you about Jenny might explain this, beyond that she was hot as fuck – long legs, slim figure, great smile and wardrobe like a hooker: the time I found her porn, and the time I caught her screwing the pool guy.

TWO

Now I was into my stepmom, but I was a regular high school kid and had other interests, so when she and dad went away for a long weekend I made the most of it by getting some weed and settling in for many hours of porn and jerking off.

I knew where my dad kept his stash, and had watched those movies until I knew each scene inside out, but that weekend I found a new, plain white plastic case hidden behind stacks of old bills in the filing cabinet. I knew this was going to be good, because inside, along with a burned DVD with a J inside a heart scrawled on it, was a set of Polaroids, all of Jenny naked.

I put the disk into the machine and lit a bowl.

Now I’m not going to recount every scene, but suffice to say they showed Jenny getting dicked every which way, by a whole bunch of guys and a few girls. There was Jenny in what looked like a hotel room with an Asian girl about the same age, twenty-something, tits high. They both looked great, kind of nervous sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. Then a woman’s voice off camera told them to start and they turned to face each other, kissed a little, then pulled back and laughed.

“Take your clothes off,” the woman said, “let’s make some money.”

Jenny started undressing.

“No, do it to each other.”

They undressed each other quickly, and underneath there was standard fetish lingerie that looked good, fishnets and lace.

They started kissing. Slowly at first, then pulled back to take a look at each other, then back in again, then faster, hands moving with more purpose, until they ended up with Jenny on her back and the Asian girl working her way down her body, until she paused at her snatch and began working it over with her fingers and tongue. There was Jenny looking at the camera, pushing her hair into a pile up on her head and touching her breasts, putting on a show.

Another scene was a gangbang. It was shot in the same room, just Jenny and more guys than I could count, a parade of ordinary men and some ringers – good bodies, big cocks – taking their turns with my stepmom.

The last scene was a blow job to the cameraman, and she teased his balls until he drained them all over her face.

THREE

By the time I went to college they had divorced and Jenny had left town, but she was the kind of woman I wanted, and I went through a whole lot of girls who had that look in some way or another, and that’s what I found I was into. Any woman who looked good in her late 20s, 30s had that appeal, someone who was confident, who could teach me things, but who was also excited to find themselves in bed with a young guy like me. I got off on their gratitude, to be honest, and it gave me a great sense of freedom and irresponsibility.

But the videos weren’t the only thing.

FOUR

A few months later dad had to go away on business, and we were left alone for two weeks. I was walking around on cloud 9 or egg shells, and most of the time just thinking about my stepmom and those videos, about how much she seemed to like sucking cock and how much I wanted mine sucked.

Those two weeks were the first time we got high together, when I caught her smoking a joint and she gave me a hit, taught me about blowbacks and we touched tongues.

I was 18 then, and getting ready for college, and they were only a few months away from divorce, not that I knew it at the time. But I knew something was up when she went out one evening and came back with a guy, not much older than me, who cleaned the neighbor’s pool. I’d seen him down by the beach – he liked to surf, too, and now he was in my parent’s bedroom with his cock in my stepmom.

FIVE

She thought I was staying overnight with a friend, but they had to cancel and I came home to an empty house, went upstairs, got high, and fell asleep. Sometime later I woke up and heard her and this guy in the next room, talking loud and drunk.

I was curious, so I sat next to the wall, lit a bowl, and began listening.

There was some chit-chat, a whole lot of kissing sounds and moans, and I could hear them snorting something, talking nonsense, then back to kissing again, and then Jenny asked if she could suck the guy’s cock.

I kept my ear to the wall as she was blowing the guy, and after a few minutes she asked him to fuck her, and she was really vocal as he did, getting off on cheating, telling him to “bust her married butt” and so on. I wanted to go in and confront her with my own dick and see if she’d keep quiet and suck it.

She came and he came and then they talked some more, snorted, smoked, drank and started fucking again. This went one for a good hour or two, the screams interrupted by showers and bong hits like New Year, all the while me sitting close to the wall in my room, smoking weed, cock in hand, jerking off into a towel.

The had sex again in the morning, and I just waited it out until it sounded like they were eating breakfast, then went downstairs to see the look on her face.

“Hey,” she said, all casual, and probably still high on weed, dick and whatever she’d been snorting. “When did you get back?”

“This morning, real early. I went to bed. Just got up.”

“Great. This is Mike, my cousin. Had to crash here last night. Our moms are real close.”

I bet they were.

SIX

We hadn’t seen each other in about eight years, not since she left town, but we had the Internet, so she knew something about me, and I knew something about her. She’d remarried, a guy called Steve who looked age appropriate and clean, an obvious improvement on my old man.

I was in grad school, which is a fancy way of saying I was mostly broke, but I had a scholarship and made some money tutoring, and when I wasn’t doing that or studying I was usually at the beach. It was a nice life, and I had some women I was seeing, and sometimes the moms of the kids I was teaching came onto me, and I let them blow me or I fucked them.

I kept following Jenny online, checking out the albums for beach vacations, pool parties, Halloweens and that kind of thing. Bottom line – my stepmom was still hot, and maybe hotter than ever. She was only in her mid to late 30s, and I was 26 – no reason we couldn’t have met at a party or bar, no reason why we couldn’t fuck, except for her husband, of course, but then I knew she wasn’t big on monogamy.

We kind of stayed in touch, like-ing things and birthday greetings, then a few months ago she posted that was moving back to Newton, hoped to see old friends and so on. I sent a message saying that’s where I live, and she seemed surprised. She told me she had moved on with her life, that she was with a guy who didn’t know much about her first marriage, and she wanted to keep it that way. She’d love to meet me, but I couldn’t expect to be part of her life. She said she hoped I understood, and not to take it personally.

There was silence for a few days and then I got a friend request from Amy, this Latin-looking woman who liked showing off her tits in photographs, and when I accepted she wrote back said that she knew my stepmom, and that Jenny wanted her to check me out first, lay some ground rules before getting back in touch, make sure we kept things legit.

Of course, I ended up fucking them both. Why else would I be telling this story?

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