Written by Laiton Knight (5800 words)

The buzz on my smartphone screen grabbed my attention with a familiar white pulse and blue app icon. I wiped my hands on the dishcloth, glancing at my husband, Andy, who was napping on the sofa in the living room.
Another Sunday afternoon in suburbia – him dozing off to golf played on mute, me in the kitchen biding my time, washing and wiping away, soaking up the monotonous moments that made up our lives together since our honeymoon many years ago.
I tiptoed across the polished wooden floors, a whisper in the silent room, opening the messages on the screen to find a new friend request from a certain Ray Anderson.
“Add me!” His message was bold and self-assured, just like how I imagined him to be. I hesitated for a second, scanning the room before accepting it. Tiny bubbles popped up almost immediately, showing him typing. A wink appeared, accompanied by “How’s your day going?”.
I glanced quickly at Andy, still peacefully dozing off in the dimly lit room. The pulse of my excitement barely contained, I closed the living room door and sat at the kitchen bar, allowing myself the indulgence of a private smile.
“Good, thanks! How about you?” I replied nonchalantly, trying to mask my eagerness. We’d been playing this cat-and-mouse game for a few days now. Exchanging words and pictures, flirting innocently yet tantalisingly. I was hooked but still cautious.
Andy would be livid if he knew about these exchanges with Ray, let alone that I had begun to enjoy them. Steering my thoughts back to the screen, I found Ray had replied: “I can’t complain. Work’s been busy. But chatting with you makes it all worthwhile.”
A hot shiver crawled up my neck as I read his words, leaving me hungry for more of his wit and charm. With Andy lost in a world of golf balls and green lawns, I opened my heart to this stranger.
We swapped stories, secrets, and sometimes silence, which was even more eloquent than any words. The hours evaporated like wisps of smoke as I engaged in online encounters with Ray, who effortlessly drew me out of my quiet existence in suburbia.
The clatter of pots in the sink interrupted our virtual bubble. I glanced at the clock and winced. Time had slipped out of my grasp as I immersed myself in our conversations – always tantalising but respectfully distant.
Ray and I never ventured into the realm of real-life meetings. It was our secret, electronic tryst, a stolen encounter snatched from the cloisters of our respective realities.
Andy had since stirred briefly from his slumber, casting me a quizzical glance when I stifled my laughter over another hilarious – or naughty – anecdote that Ray had crafted in the chatroom. I remember how my cheeks flushed with a secret thrill that I could not help but indulge in.
Ray had reached a part of me that I thought no longer existed – a place that craved adventure, mischief and desire. I was no longer just Kay Smith, the 50-something married woman. I became Kay, the woman with fiery blue eyes, a sly smile, and a hunger for life.
I had never imagined this kind of connection was possible with someone I had met online. But Ray proved me wrong – he was a master of the written word, weaving sentences together with grace and a quiet understanding.
I marvelled at how he could evoke a sense of intimacy just through our texts, leaving me breathless and eager for more of his stories, his unspoken promises.
Our bond in the chat room became an intoxicating escape. I could reveal myself in this haven, freeing the parts of me long shackled in life’s mundane routines. Behind the safety of my screen, I felt beautiful and bold under Ray’s tender gaze.
Gradually, the boundaries that separated our two worlds began to blur.
Ray and I discovered that we shared a hidden passion that exceeded the confines of our virtual intimacy. We exchanged sensual images and words that sparked a fire we could no longer ignore. The allure was too potent, too irresistible. We danced on the edge of our desire, tangoing into the unknown, yet somehow, tangibly close.
As Andy snored softly in the living room, I took a little sip of that interdicted elixir that Ray had offered via our messages; they ignited a familiar yet long-neglected desire deep inside.
I silently slipped upstairs to my bedroom and stripped naked before sitting on the bed, legs apart.
I positioned my phone so that I could capture a perfect picture of my pussy. A present to send to Ray. I longed, no ached, for Ray to send me pictures of his penis.
I couldn’t help but crave it. I ached to know what it would feel like inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out. I imagined the weight of it, heavy in my hand, the warmth of Ray’s skin against mine.
With shaky hands, I took a photo of myself, legs spread wide, my pussy glistening with arousal. I bit my lip as I hit send, feeling shame and excitement wash over me. This was wrong – but it was also impossibly hot.
My heart slammed against my ribcage, and my breaths were shallow as I awaited Ray’s reaction. I had never shared anything like this with anyone, but Andy, and the thrill of sending it to a man who wasn’t my husband was exhilarating.
Ray’s response was just as I’d hoped: a cascade of filthy words, promises, a very clear statement of what he wanted to do to me, and a picture of his cock. It was a raw and intimate image – a powerful statement of desire that electrified every nerve ending in my body.
Ray’s graphic response left no secrets about the size, girth, and readiness of his cock. My mind raced with dirty thoughts as I took him all in.
I could feel the juices dripping from my pussy at the mere sight of his monstrous instrument of pleasure, making me dampen my sheets in anticipation. I was beyond the point of no return, my fingers eagerly traversing the slick folds on their own accord. The excitement and sheer forbidden nature of this encounter with Ray drove me to explore areas of my sexuality that I never knew existed. I sent a message asking for more pictures. I wanted to see his cock from all angles. I needed to know every inch of it – how it throbs with an insatiable hunger, how heavy and thick it is. I want him to stretch and fill me so completely that I feel consumed by our shared hunger.
Ray responds with a stream of pictures. His cock is magnificent – a true vision of masculinity, reddened from restraint. It’s awe-inspiring, and the desire to feel him claim me overwhelms me. I feel my body respond with an eager wetness, and I am lost in the visual feast in front of me. With trembling hands, I spread myself wider for him, taking more intimate shots, capturing every detail of my readiness. My arousal is only heightened by my growing realisation that we are flirting with the unknown, teetering on the edge of what I used to consider ‘wrong’.
Ray urges me to touch my clitoris.
I comply, succumbing to the magnetic pull between us, my fingers drawing lazy circles around my swollen clit. I imagine it is Ray, his touch gentle yet firm, making me gasp and writhe under his command as I explore my own body with newfound fervour. The thought of being watched, even in this virtual space, adds another layer to the arousal that threatens to overwhelm me. I want to show him what he does to me, the raw power he wields with his sexy banter.
I take a shaky video, parting my folds for him to see my glistening wetness as my fingers trail down to circle around my opening before slowly dipping inside. My soft moans fill the room, and I don’t hesitate anymore. I give in to this craving, this ache, indulging myself with frantic need under his gentle guidance. He spurs me on with his filthy words, and my body reacts, bucking and writhing against my own touch.
Ray urges me to move my fingers faster and push deeper. I imagine it’s his cock invading and conquering my soaking pussy, claiming me as his own, and it sends me spiralling closer to that towering peak of ecstasy.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he commands, and I eagerly oblige. I moan into the room – a breathy, desperate confession of just how much I crave him. I wished he would be touching me instead of my own digits. His last demand pushed me into an earth-shattering climax; a cry tore from my throat, “Fuck, yes, Ray. I want it so fucking bad!”
My body convulsed with pleasure that was so intense I could barely contain it. I couldn’t believe I had just let loose like that in our chatroom, where we had casually exchanged messages and shared tame flirtations up until now.
As the waves of euphoria subsided, I glanced around the room, remembering where I was – still inside our marital home while Andy was still downstairs.
Suddenly, Andy appeared in the doorway of our bedroom. I expected him to say, “Who the fuck is Ray?
I gasped, snatching the phone away from my face and scrambling to switch off the screen. A cold sweat beaded on my forehead; the euphoria of my climax evaporated, leaving a chilling fog hovering around me.
Andy casually leaned against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by the situation, as he scrutinised me. “You look flushed,” he noted, noticing my perspiration-drenched skin and dilated pupils. I tried to steady my jittery limbs, but the post-orgasmic trembling still held me in its grip.
“I was just, umm…going through some emails,” I stammered lamely, waving my phone and hoping he would buy it. Andy raised an eyebrow at me before crossing the room and kissing my forehead.
“Well, don’t forget there are some leftovers downstairs if you’re hungry,” he remarked casually as he left the room. I swallowed hard, my momentary panic replaced by a creeping shame that snaked around my heart and twisted it into a heavy lump inside my chest.
My breath caught in my throat as I recalled the crude picture Ray had sent just moments before Andy’s untimely intrusion. My phone, a portal to forbidden pleasure, was still clutched tightly in my hand. The illicit snapshot of Ray’s massive cock lay hidden behind the lock screen, ready to be unlocked with a simple touch. How could something so wrong feel this right? Never had I been intimate with a man other than Andy; now, I found myself drowning in the thrill of having cyber-sex with a virtual stranger. Each of Ray’s filthy messages became an aphrodisiac, spurring me far beyond the boundaries of my vanilla sex life with Andy.
The atmosphere between me and Andy was heavy for the rest of the day. I knew he was stewing over what he heard through the bedroom door. It was a relief when bedtime came. I was able to escape the threat of his pending reaction to my virtual infidelity. I tossed and turned, nervous about the inevitable confrontation with my husband—one that would surely ignite a world of pain if he discovered what I’d been up to.
Sleep was a far-off dream, with the tantalising memory of my cyber affair lingering between Ray and me. His parting words were, “See you tomorrow, Kay.” I longed to repeat those same words and escape into our filthy little game once again. Instead, I waited for Andy to join me, a ball of anxiety weighing in my chest. When he finally came upstairs, I held my breath, pretending to be asleep. But sleep eluded me as I listened to his every move, bracing myself for an explosion that never came.
“Kay, are you awake?” He asked as he cupped my breast. I could feel the hardness of his cock nestled between the cheeks of my arse. His hand moved down my body, leaving a trail of fiery desire in its wake. I moaned softly as his fingers brushed over my swollen clit, gently circling the sensitive nub before dipping inside me.
“Fuck, you’re soaking,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I arched my back, grinding myself against his touch as my body begged for more. His fingers plunged deeper, setting off a cascade of sparks that lit me up. I could feel Andy’s erection pulsing against me, desperately seeking the warmth of my body.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing against my shoulder. I moaned softly, lost in the haze of pleasure that threatened to envelop me.
“I want you inside me,” I whimpered, turning to face him and reaching down to grip his cock in my hand. He was rock-hard and throbbing with need; I could feel every inch of him twitching with anticipation. I positioned myself above him, slowly guiding his tip to my entrance. Andy’s breath caught as I sunk down onto him, taking every inch of his cock deep inside me. The sensation of fullness was overwhelming, and I let out a low moan as I began to move my hips in slow, steady circles. We found our rhythm quickly – he thrust up to meet my downward motions, filling me completely before withdrawing almost entirely.
My breath paused every time his tip brushed against my G-spot, sending shivers of delight up my spine. Andy’s fingers traced a path up my thigh, his touch leaving a fire trail in its wake. He moved to fondle my breasts – kneading them firmly and pinching at the nipples until they were tight peaks that ached for more attention. I felt wanton in my desires, no longer caring about the consequences of my actions as I took control of our lovemaking.
Then it happened. I couldn’t stop myself. “Fuck me hard, Ray.”
“Yes, imagine I am Ray. Tell me what you want him to do to you.” Andy demanded, his voice thick with lust and intrigue. I hesitated momentarily, unsure how far I would go with this revelation. My heart raced in my chest as I contemplated the consequences of speaking my desires out loud, but the thrill of it was too intense to resist.
“I want him to fuck me from behind,” I blurted out, my cheeks burning with shame as the filthy words left my lips. My confession hung heavy in the air like a fog of musk and sweat. Still, the raw excitement coursing through me amplified my senses, sharpening them with an almost intoxicating thrill.
Andy’s eyes darkened with intrigue and hunger as he drove deeper into me. “Tell me more,” he growled possessively, the sound reverberating in his chest. It sent a shiver down my spine, making me buck harder against him. “I want Ray’s thick cock filling me up, stretching me wider than you ever could,” I confessed, my voice ragged and breathy as I embraced the decadence of this forbidden desire.
Andy didn’t hesitate; he responded to my confession with a primal moan, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me with renewed urgency. I cried out in pleasure as he drove into me, the raw sound echoing through the room. My hips snapped back to meet his thrusts, desperate to feel him deeper inside me. Our bodies slapped together, a delicious symphony of friction and primal lust.
“Tell me you want him to make you cum,” Andy demanded. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but the wickedness of it sent another rush of heat coursing through my veins.
“Yes, Ray, make me cum,” I gasped.
Andy’s thrusts became wilder with my confession as if fuelled by the forbidden nature of our act. My hips bucked to meet him, desperately seeking the release that was so near yet so agonisingly out of reach. With every drive of his cock, I could feel the pressure building inside me, my pleasure mounting as he filled me up and stretched me wide. My breath caught in my throat as I cried out, clutching at the sheets as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Andy’s thrusts grew more urgent, our bodies slapping together in a filthy dance that left me gasping and shaking.
“Don’t hold back,” Andy shouted, knowing how close I was. His cock twitched inside me, pulsing with a greedy hunger that inflamed my desires. “Let go, Kay. Cum for Ray.”
My orgasm tore through me with a violence I hadn’t expected, each thunderous wave crashing over my trembling body. “Fuck, Ray!” I yelled, my voice hoarse from the primal scream that had erupted from deep within me. I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.
As we lay there, panting and sweaty, Andy couldn’t help but ask, “Who the hell is Ray?” I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But the ecstasy of the moment still held me in its grip, and I found myself confessing all to him.
“Ray is someone I met online recently. He’s been sweet-talking me, whispering filthy things in my ear that have me rocketing towards pleasure like never before.” Andy’s initial shock slowly melted into a smouldering curiosity as I told him the details of our virtual affair. The lines between fantasy and reality blurred with every erotic word I spoke, and as the heat between us escalated, so did Andy’s lust for this forbidden new side of me.
My pulse quickened as I recounted my clandestine encounters with Ray, spellbinding Andy with every word. The admission hung heavy in the air, a heady concoction of shame and exhilaration that coursed through me. Tremors still rippled through me as Andy listened attentively, processing this revelation of my digital betrayal.
“Does Ray know how good it feels to be inside you?” He asked, voice rough and hoarse. I trembled, holding my breath at the thought of discussing such intimate details with Andy.
“I’ve only ever let him watch me on video,” I admitted, shyly averting my gaze. A low rumble escaped Andy’s throat as he nudged my legs further apart, his gaze fixated on the slick folds of my pussy glistening in the dim light.”
“Would you like to feel him inside you for real?” Andy murmured, his voice laden with curiosity and lust. “To make it even better than the virtual facade?”
I looked at him. I’m sure I appeared shocked. I was still determining if I’d heard him right. “What are you saying?”
“I know a guy,” Andy whispered, “He’s into cuckolding. He likes to watch his wife with other men. I think we could both benefit from a meeting like this.”
A rush of hot excitement pulsed through me as I considered the possibilities.
Andy’s mouth quirked up in a devilish grin. “I know it’s not something you’d expect from me, but I think I could enjoy watching you experience something new.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I tried to process his suggestion. This was uncharted territory, a new level of desire and taboo that both excited and terrified me. I’d never considered Andy might be interested in such a thing, but the intense way he raked his gaze over my body left no doubt this was something he craved.
“Are you suggesting we bring Ray into our bedroom?” I asked, feeling my traitorous pussy spasm at the thought.
“Yes,” Andy confirmed, his eyes darkening with lust as he reached out to trace a finger down the curve of my hip. “And I bet that Ray wants it just as much as you do.”
I gasped as Andy’s touch ignited a fresh wave of desire wash over me.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel Ray’s cock inside me. I want to know what it’s like to be filled up by someone else.”
The thought of being with another man while Andy watched sent a thrill through me, and my pussy clenched in anticipation. I’d never been with anyone but Andy, and the thought of being watched while having sex with someone else was both terrifying and exhilarating.
My breath hitched as I imagined how it would feel to have Ray’s hands on me, his cock filling me up while Andy watched.
Andy sensed my hesitation and whispered in my ear, “It’s okay, Kay. I trust you, and I know you trust me. This can be our little secret—something just between the three of us.” I nodded, unable to speak. His words calmed me, and I grew more excited at the prospect of bringing this fantasy to life.
“I want you to be there with me, Andy,” I said, shaking slightly. “I don’t want to do this without you.”
Andy smiled, his hand moving up to cup my cheek. “Of course, Kay,” he said. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ll do this together.”
With that, we both knew what needed to happen next. We needed to contact Ray to see if he wanted to take our relationship to the next level.
Andy suggested I do the honours, given that I had been communicating with Ray until then, and my body tensed at the thought. I never imagined myself as an adulterer, but I was burning with curiosity to see where this would lead, to see if this desire could set our hearts and souls ablaze with excitement.
Typing out my message to him could have been more comfortable. With shaking fingers, I typed, “Ray, I need to see you,” my fingers hovering above the send button. Finally, I hit ‘send,’ and it was done.
There was no turning back now. My heart raced as I wondered what spray’s response would be, how this would change our dynamic, and if this was the path I wanted to take.
The minutes ticked by like hours, increasing my anticipation. Then, finally, my phone buzzed with an incoming message from Ray.
“Are you serious?” he asked, the message laced with intrigue and anticipation. I took a deep breath before responding, trying to calm my nerves and steady my hands.
“Yes,” I typed back, feeling a sudden sense of liberation surge through me. “I’m serious. I want you to come over and fuck me.”
Ray responded immediately: “I’ll be there in 30 minutes. Make sure Andy isn’t there.”
“No. Andy knows, and he wants to watch you fuck me. Are you up for it?”
My heart pounded as I set my phone down on the nightstand. This was actually happening – I was going to have sex with Ray, and Andy was going to watch. It was a thrilling, terrifying thought that sent a shiver of anticipation through me.
I couldn’t believe what I had just agreed to, but my body was already responding in ways I couldn’t control. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, running my hand down my stomach and slipping a finger between my slick folds. Andy watched with rapt attention as I explored my own body, his cock twitching in response to the sight of me touching myself.
“Do you want me to help you?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. I nodded eagerly, unable to resist the temptation any longer.
Andy smirked, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. “Shouldn’t we save this for when Ray gets here? Let him help you.”
“Mmmmm, yes. I want Ray to do it.” I gasped; my eyes fixed on Andy as my confession hung heavy. I was half-surprised he hadn’t slapped me for the audacity. Still, instead, an unexpected thrill shuddered through me at the thought of Andy watching me being pleasured by another man.
His darkened gaze bore into mine as he stood before me, his hard cock jutting out proudly. His member seemed inflamed further with desire, pulsating with a life of its own.”
Then the doorbell rang. Oh my God. Ray is here. This is really happening.
“You go and greet your lover,” Whispered Andy suggestively.
My heart began to pound in my chest as I hurriedly scrambled out of bed, pulling on a silky Raye before dashing downstairs to answer the door. I could feel my cheeks flushed with excitement and embarrassment as I fumbled with the lock.
Ray stood there wearing a smug expression as if he knew exactly what he was walking into. His gaze fell expectantly on mine, and, just for a moment, a wave of doubt washed over me. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
I silently questioned myself as I led Ray into the dimly lit dining room, the scene of our virtual escapades now playing host to the real thing. My heart raced in my chest while I whispered that Andy had overheard our earlier exchange. Ray’s confidence and devious grin made it clear that we were no longer in la-la land; this was real life, with real consequences. The thought both terrified and electrified me.
“Andy is upstairs waiting for our show.”
***
“Ray, this is my husband, Andy.” It was a strange sight watching my naked husband shake hands with a man who was still fully clothed.
“Ignore that I am here. I will just sit quietly on the chair in the corner,” Andy said.
He then proceeded to the corner of the room, where he could watch us without being noticed, leaving me alone with Ray.
Ray’s gaze scanned my body, lingering at my breasts and then at the juncture between my thighs. I felt vulnerable under his intense scrutiny, but I didn’t have time to think before he pulled me in for a rough kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me with a raw hunger that I found intoxicating. I couldn’t help but respond, moaning softly as my own tongue danced with his.
His hands roamed my body, his fingers digging into my hips and pulling me closer, grinding our bodies together.
I could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing into my stomach. I reached down, eager to touch him, but Ray stopped me. “No,” he whispered harshly. “I want to take my time with you, Kay.” I whimpered at the denial of his touch, but Ray’s wicked smile told me he had something better in store for me.
He pushed me down onto the bed and swiftly removed all his clothes.
Ray’s body was a testament to the power of time, hard work and good genes; his physique was rock solid, with just the right amount of muscle and a light coating of crisp chest hair. His large cock stood straight up, thick veins wrapped around an impressive length and a crown gleaming with precum. Anticipation raged inside me with each pulsating beat of my heart.
Ray loomed over me, muscular and imposing, with a devilish grin that sent shivers down my spine. I watched as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as his hands roamed my body. He caressed my thighs, pushing them apart roughly before positioning himself between them inch by inch. His engorged tip brushed the slick folds of my pussy, eliciting a gasp from me that spurred Ray on like a wild beast scenting its prey.
I was soaked, ready for him to plunge himself deep inside of me, but he continued his maddening tease, dragging his thick cock back and forth over my clit. The pressure was insistent, the pleasure almost too much to bear as I writhed on the sheets underneath him.
I cried out as his cock finally breached my entrance, burying himself hilt-deep within me in a single swift thrust. I was stretched to the limit, my pussy struggling to accommodate his girth. He started to move within me, his hips driving back and forth as he slammed into me over and over again. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into me with every thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room, punctuated by my gasps and moans. I arched my back, offering myself to him like an animal in heat.
I glanced across at Andy as if seeking his approval. He was slowly stroking his own cock. That was all the approval I needed.
The thought of my husband watching another man take me was almost as exhilarating as the feeling of Ray’s cock inside me. I felt a shudder of pleasure ripple through me at the thought that I was satisfying not just Ray’s desires but Andy’s as well. I could hear his low moans and heavy breathing as he watched, unable to take his eyes off us.
Ray’s thrusts were getting wilder and more frenzied. He grunted with every stroke, sweat dripping from his brow and onto my body. Ray was an animal, a god, a force of nature that I was helplessly pinned beneath. I could feel my orgasm mounting, the pressure building inside me like a pressure cooker about to explode.
“That’s it, Kay,” Ray growled, his voice low and guttural. “Cum for me.”
As if on command, my orgasm tore through me like a freight train, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that ripped through every nerve ending in my body.
My vision went white, and I screamed out Ray’s name as he continued to fuck me through the shattering waves of ecstasy that coursed through my body.
Andy’s own moans grew louder as he watched us, his hand flying over his cock as he stroked himself furiously. I couldn’t help but feel a renewed surge of pleasure at the thought that I was turning both of them on so much. Ray’s thrusts became faster and more erratic, each one driving me closer to the brink of another orgasm. I could feel him swelling inside me, his cock pulsing as he neared his own release.
“Fuck. I’m cumming,” Ray growled, his voice low and gravelly.
At the same time, I felt Andy’s hand touching my breast as he watched us intently. He was close to cumming as well, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared at our writhing bodies.
Ray thrusted deeply into me, and I felt his hot cum start to fill me. “Oh, fuck yes,” he gasped as he continued to pump me full of his sticky hot seed.
By the side of the bed, Andy couldn’t help but groan out loud at the sight of me being filled up. His hand squeezes my nipple extra hard.
Ray slowly pulled out of me, letting my pussy keep his cum inside me before collapsing on the bed beside me. I could feel his warm seed slowly begin to leak out of me, staining the sheets beneath us.
As I lay there, savouring the moment. Andy positioned himself between my legs, and I felt his breath against my pussy.
I could still feel Ray’s cum inside of me, and the thought of Andy eating it out of me sent a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. Andy didn’t waste any time. He dived in, his tongue exploring every inch of my gaping hole. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” I moaned, running my hands through Andy’s hair as he lapped up Ray’s cum from my pussy.
Andy groaned in approval at the taste of our combined essences. The combination of Ray’s salty, musky taste and the sweetness of my arousal pushed him to the brink of orgasm. He plunged his fingers in and out of me, curling them upwards to hit my G-spot as he sucked greedily at my clit. I moaned and writhed under his touch, unable to think about anything other than the pleasure I was feeling.
“Andy,” I gasped, grabbing his head and forcing him to focus on my clit. I was so sensitive after my orgasm that every flick of his tongue sent jolts of electricity straight to my core.
Ray watched us, his cock twitching as he stroked himself lazily while Andy continued to pleasure me. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he watched another man eat his cum.
Andy’s fingers moved faster, his tongue swirling around my clit as he sucked and licked with abandon. “Andy, suck Ray’s cock!” I said between my shortened breaths.
“No!” Said Ray. I’m not ready for another man to suck me off.” Ray’s words were a bucket of cold water on my face, but I was too far gone to care. My orgasm was barrelling down on me like a freight train, and I didn’t want to stop it for anything.
“Fine,” I moaned. “But, Andy, keep eating me. Don’t stop.”
Andy eagerly obliged, his tongue flicking back and forth over my clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy. My legs were shaking with pleasure, my body tensing as I felt the orgasm approaching.
It was going to be a big one, making your vision disappear and your whole body convulse with the blissful release.
“Yes,” I cried out, my voice high-pitched and breathy. I could hear Andy’s low moans of pleasure as he lapped up the mixture of my arousal and Ray’s cum. Ray watched us both, his eyes fixed on the sight of my husband eating me out.
And then it happened for the first time in my life I squirted. Not a small amount, but a copious amount that bathed Andy’s face and mouth. He never stopped licking and, in fact, redoubled his efforts. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ray smirking. He had been an active audience masturbating at the sight before him. He grunted as he ejaculated and covered me with yet more of his spunk. I felt his sperm hit my face and enter my nostrils, mixing with the smell of sweat, testosterone and pure, raw sex. My mouth was full of cum, and it dripped down my chin. I swallowed and tasted him on my tongue. He tasted of saltiness and masculine power.
Andy stood up and continued to masturbate, engrossed as his own orgasm erupted. He sent more of his cum onto my face. Both sets of cum mixed together as I got a double facial. Andy lunged forward, kissing me passionately, our tongues sharing the cum in my mouth.
All three of us were side by side, searching for breath. The three of us had no energy left in the room. There was just an awkward silence. Ray got up and started to get dressed. “Thank you, Andy, you are a lucky man. And Kay, I will chat to you later in the chat room.” With a wink and a knowing smirk, Ray stepped into the night, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of our illicit encounter. Andy remained silent, his gaze lingering on me with confusion and intrigue. I had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life with another man and watching it had pushed him over the edge into uncharted territories of pleasure.
Andy said, “I love you, Kay. You do know I’m not gay, don’t you?” but he couldn’t deny that the event had awakened something within him.