Chris Simon - A real hot number

Patti began to react. At first she began to pull her cunt away from his thrust, but in the middle of it, the pleasure surpassed the pain, and she reversed her upward movement, and screwed her cunt downward onto his cock. She rotated her hips, grinding herself into him, until her cunt opened again, and the lips of her cunt swallowed him. About an inch more of him went into her.

"OH GOD!" Patti screamed. She began to hunch herself up and down on his cock.

He thrust upward again, and for a moment her body seemed to hesitate for a moment, then something seemed to give way inside of Patti, and the remaining length of his cock slithered upward, and was buried to his balls inside of Patti's wet, open cunt.

"Fuck me, baby!" Hank cried. "Fuck me, Patti!"

I saw her body shudder. A single, convulsive shudder went through her body as his cock slipped the remaining few inches inside of her. I saw the lips of her cunt begin to twitch, and clutch feverishly at the sides of his cock. Her asshole began to open and close, as she tightened and loosened her cunt muscles around his hardness. It reminded me of an eye, winking obscenely at me from between Patti's legs.

"I'M CUMINGGGGGG!" Patti screamed.

My own cock began to throb, and I knew my own orgasm would be soon upon me. I put my hand down to my cock and touched it. It was hot and hard. I moved my hand up and down, stroking it passionately.

Hank began to grunt, and I realized he was cuming. I saw the sac of his balls tightening, lifting, coming up to touch the outer fringe of Patti's cunt, as though they too were attempting to enter her body.

I stood there, in the hallway of my own bedroom, watching some unknown man fuck my wife, and suddenly I understood everything. In the final, orgiastic moment before I came, I saw the truth.

I understood why I had been afraid of the change in Patti, for in truth, it was more a change in me than in her! I sensed what it was I wanted when she began to enjoy sex. I sensed if, that night with Brian Bennett, and I sensed it in that moment of orgasm, when Patti was being fucked by Ted Oliver.

It wasn't Patti; it was me! I was afraid to admit that I enjoyed seeing her fucked by those men!

But I did enjoy it; I saw that now. I enjoyed them fucking her! I enjoyed seeing them using my wife!

I watched Hank's cock stiffen inside of Patti's cunt. I could see it, twitching and throbbing, and I knew he was shooting his hot cum inside of her body. My mouth went dry, and my head spun. I touched my cock and I began to cum.

My God! I thought, I've become just like Kenneth Hill!

I remembered Hill suddenly. I saw his wife Yvonne, and the crazy films of her that Hill had made. I saw Hill cuming in her mouth as I fucked his wife. Then I saw Hank fucking Patti, his thick cum sliding down the shaft of his cock, to stain his balls with his own sperm.

The images of the past and the present began to mix and spin, change places, alter, then finally become one in the same.

I was Kenneth Hill and Patti was Yvonne!

It was crazy, for the cycle had begun with a man watching his wife being fucked, and now it had concluded in the same way. I was both ends of that cycle: I had moved from participant to observer.

I watched Patti and Hank on the bed. Hank's cock was still buried deeply inside of her, and I could see the thick, milky pearls of his sperm dripping down from between the swollen lips of her cunt.

After a while, I would let them know that I was watching. It was safe now. It was what I wanted.

The sperm splashed hotly from my cock, spewing through the open doorway, into the bedroom.

For now, I was content to watch.