Chris Simon - A real hot number

I felt myself unzippering my fly. I moved my hand as silently as possible until my zipper was fully open. My cock was straining at the material of my undershorts; straining to be free. I reached in and pulled my cock out. It popped loose like a long, thick snake. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling surprised at the heat it was radiating. I squeezed the organ and felt it tremble under my fingers.

I looked up again at the two figures on the bed… Patti had her arms open wide, and she was gripping the edge of the mattress in her open, clutching hands. Her body was twisted sensually, and she was hunching her cunt upward, screwing it tightly into his face. I saw the thick fibers of muscles in her legs tense like bands of steel as she arched her back and brought her wet cunt against his licking tongue. Patti had her legs open as wide as she could force them, and I could just see the fringe of her pubic hair around the bent silhouette of his head. His neck and shoulders blocked her cunt from my vision.

Patti moaned again, and I felt my cock twitch.

I tried to see who he was. He didn't look familiar. He was tall and blond, and for a moment, I thought he was Brian Bennett. But his body was too muscular: his shoulders were wide and thick, and his body tapered down into a tight vee near his waist. His thighs were powerful and well-developed, and his ass was a knot of muscle. He had his thighs spread, and I could see his balls hanging down between them. His cock, apparently, was pushed forward, and was hidden under his body.

His head kept on bobbing up and down against Patti's cunt. His blond hair shifted and tossed as his head moved, and I thought I could hear a faint, wet sound. He had both of his hands in her crotch, and I imagined that he was holding the lips of her cunt open with his fingers so that he could lick at her clitoris.

I began to move my hand up and down my cock, sliding my fingers along the shaft. Pleasure began to register in my mind and along my cock. A tingling, forbidden pleasure! A perverse pleasure at watching my wife engaged in an act that was reserved for me alone: a forbidden, immoral sexual act.

But I was enjoying it! It excited me! Excited me in a way that made my balls ache and my cock scream for sexual release!

I didn't even care that Patti was cheating on me! All I cared about was seeing her and her lover perform for me, while I watched them in silence, secretly masturbating like a mad man!

They mustn't know that I was watching, I realized. Secrecy was important! Should they learn that I was present, they would surely stop, and I would be deprived.

Worse! If they learned that I was watching, I would be forced into fulfilling my role as an irate husband, and it would shatter forever this secret, aching lust that was filling both my body and my mind!

My cock ached to cum, and I was insanely excited. I kept sucking in air, trying to catch my breath. The attempt was futile, for each time I did, it would be stolen away again by the intensely exciting scene I was watching!

Patti began to moan. She twisted her body against the mattress, and began to hump her cunt as though she were fucking herself on his tongue. I watched her hips come up, off of the mattress, and saw her back bend itself into an arch. His tongue must have been licking at her furiously, for I could hear the wet slurp he was making against her box.

"Ooooohhhhhh!" Patti moaned. "That's gooood! Lick it! Lick it… hard!"

I could hear his tongue moving up and down between the lips of her cunt. The sound reminded me of a dog lapping at a dish of water. It was a thick, wet sound.

I pulled my balls free from my shorts. They hung down heavily against the front of my pants. I moved my hand up and down on my cock, pausing to squeeze my balls with each downward stroke of my hand. My excitement kept on building with each pump of my hand.

My mouth was dry, and I licked at my lips. My eyes were beginning to blur from the strain of staring and concentrating so intently. I began to feel lightheaded, and I wondered whether it was my fever or my excitement that was effecting me.

Patti moved on the bed!

I jumped back, holding my cock in my hand and my breath in my lungs.

"Let me get down there," Patti said. "I want your cock!"

I heard movement, a shifting on the bed, and a squeak of the mattress. I heard flesh against naked flesh as their bodies came together, sticking wetly to each other, and sliding. The movement stopped, and the noises settled.

Cautiously, I peeked back into the bedroom.

The scene had changed. Now he was on his back; and Patti lay on top of him. Their places were inverted, and she had her face pressed against his crotch. I could see her legs spread around his head, and could see his hands on her ass. His face was still hidden from me.

I could only see the top of Patti's head: her face was buried in his crotch. Rather, his crotch was buried in her face. The most enormous cock I have ever seen in my life stood up between his powerful thighs, and about one quarter of it was sunk into my wife's mouth. His cock was as thick as my wrist, and it had to be over ten inches long; perhaps closer to twelve. It dwarfed mine, and made Brian Bennett's nine inches seem immature by comparison. It reminded me of a horse's cock: it stood like a third leg from between his thighs.

Patti was sucking on its end as if it were a piece of hard candy, and she were a child at Christmas. She was holding it with both her hands, and she was nibbling on the tip. Her fingers were stretched widely to accommodate his great shaft. I watched as clear rivers of saliva dribbled down the length of his enormous cock: saliva from Patti's mouth!

Her head moved up and down on him, but not very much of his organ vanished into her mouth. Perhaps realizing this, Patti plopped him from her mouth, and began to run her open mouth up and down the sides of his cock. I saw her tongue snake out from her mouth and lick itself against his side as she ran her open mouth up and down, from ruby tip to thick base. She looked like she were chewing on an ear of corn.

She began to nuzzle her face at the base of his cock. I watched as her tongue licked at his balls, and my breath sucked inward as I saw her take one of his balls up into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to suck on it while she moved her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, jerking him off.

He was enjoying it, because I heard him moan, and begin to hunch his body up against her sucking mouth. His cock was pressed against the side of her face. The sac of his balls was pulled tightly from her mouth to his crotch. Patti pulled her head further away from his body, and he moaned again.

I began to jerk off in earnest, I grabbed onto my cock with both hands and squeezed down on it until I felt a swell of pleasure run down the length of my organ. I put one hand under my balls, and with the other, I began to jerk off. I squeezed my balls and my cock simultaneously, and I humped my hips in and out of the hollow of my fist. My balls smacked into my hand as moved.

"My ass!" Patti said. Her words were muffled against the thick base of his cock as her tongue lashed at it. "Do my ass… with your tongue!"

I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning.

Memories of past pleasures with Patti washed through my brain, as I remembered how I had brought similar excitement to her body with my tongue. I closed my eyes for a moment, and slipped my tongue from between my tight lips. I began to lick wetly at the air, remembering and imagining. Patti's moans helped my mind.

"Your finger!" Patti said. "Put your finger in… yes! That's it!… push it… now your tongue… ohhh!"

Her mouth opened, and she began to swallow his cock again. She was in ecstasy, and she wanted to return his pleasure with her mouth. I saw his cock slide between her lips. His cock seemed red against the pale, pulled whiteness of her mouth.