Her eyes lock on mine and she gives me a little smirk, her breasts bouncing around while he fucks her. I can tell she's bored with him, just letting him get off while she watches his wife ride me to climax.
He grunts and pulls out, splattering her lower belly, and then sits back on his heels. He looks at his wife quiver and shake, then collapse on top of me. His eyes are jealous now that his lust is sated, and the frown tells me she never cums like that with him. She rests on top of me for a minute before rolling off and lying on the bed, quietly panting.
My cock is wet and hard, and my wife quickly straddles me to take her place. His cum drips down, extra lube for my cock as she takes me in, and she begins to rock back and forth. Her hands go behind her and she leans back, swelling my cock and pressuring her front wall while she slowly gyrates, her orgasm building quickly.
He watches her ride me, her head thrown back and breasts heaving, his soft cock too tired to stir. His wife sits up and moves her head to my chest, resting it there to watch the glistening pussy swallow my pole, and once more he frowns. My wife moans and quivers, her much-needed orgasm swelling into an intense, pleasurable release, her pussy squeezing me tightly. Once it crests she moves forward, climbs off, and lies on the other side of me, joining his wife with her head on my stomach. My cock pulses madly, on the verge of release, and she wraps her hand around my slick pole and begins pumping up and down.
His wife stretches her mouth over the swollen tip and sucks, brings me to the edge quickly, and pulls away just as the pulsing head begins to seep. She opens her mouth, catching most of the first stream, and my wife moves my cock around, splattering their faces with my cum as she jerks me vigorously. They giggle together, my wife kissing her cum-covered mouth and rubbing me over their faces, sharing the load of hot cream while he looks on in disdain.
My wife whispers something to her, and she slowly moves from my side and joins him on the other side of the bed. He turns his face away when she tries to kiss him, then gets up and goes into the washroom, closing the door. She looks over, disappointment on her face, and my wife moves next to her. They talk softly to each other, my wife with her arm around her, trying to reassure her. I get up and pull my shorts on, knock on the door and tell him to join me in the living room for a drink.
A few minutes later he joins me, wearing his jeans and shirt, and accepts the drink I hand him before sitting in the recliner. I take a seat on the couch.
"I know it can be challenging, watching her enjoy another man. We talked about it."
"Yeah," he agrees. "I just..."
I sit quietly and wait, knowing he will talk when he is ready. It is not the first time we had shared with another couple that were new to the experience, and there were sometimes regrets and misgivings. I found it best to take the time to let them talk it out.
"She's not like that with me," he sighs. "She's like... so excited with you."
"It's new, different, and exciting for her, same as for you. You had no issues having my wife. You were pretty damn excited, in fact."
"I know," he admitted sheepishly. "I shouldn't feel this way."
"It's normal," I assured him. "The fantasy of sharing is different than the actual experience of it. We talked about that, too. You both agreed you were ready, now you are having regrets. You need to talk about it with her, and discuss how you both feel about the experience. It was your idea, after all. And remember, it's just sex."
He finishes his drink, and I offer him another. He accepts, and when I hand it to him, he drains the whole glass and lets out a sigh. The women join us, freshly showered and wrapped in towels, obviously hoping for round two. My wife gives me a wink and sits in his lap, wriggling her bottom into him and putting an arm around his shoulder while his wife sits on the couch next to me and leans her shoulder against mine.
"That was fun," my wife tells him. "Let's go play some more. We can go into separate rooms if you want."
He glares at his wife for a moment, then his eyes soften.
"Do you want to stay longer?" he asks.
She nods her head. "Yes, I'm staying longer." She has already decided what she wants.
My wife stands up and reaches her hand out to me.
"We will let you two talk," she offers. "We will be in the bedroom, just let us know what you decide."
We lay on the bed cuddled together, only hearing the sounds of hushed voices, knowing all about the talk they were having. At times, one partner has misgivings and mixed feelings, and doesn't want to continue. Sometimes they work it out; sometimes they leave. My wife moves my hand between her thighs, pressing my fingers against her wetness.
"Play with me," she whispers.
My fingers move, slowly touching and teasing, going everywhere except where she wants. Her hips move and she tries to get my fingers on her clit, whimpering while they rub around it. One slips inside for a moment, getting slick and wet, then withdraws. I move it up and let it rest on her swollen nub, gently applying pressure before swirling it around. She gasps and squeals, the rapid movements taking her to the edge, and begins bucking her hips. I look up to see them in the doorway, intently watching.
"Cum for me," I whisper.
She does, shuddering and writhing, whimpering the little sounds she makes when she climaxes. A moment passes and she relaxes, letting out a sigh and giving me a smile. I nod my head towards the door and lie on my back, my hardening cock bobbing freely, and she looks over at them with a smile.
He looks at his wife and waits. Without a word, she drops her towel and climbs on the bed, moving between my legs and wrapping her hands around me. He stands and watches her lick my cock, her tongue running up and down, and my wife gestures for him to join us. He waits until my cock is engulfed in his wife’s mouth, then moves closer to the bed and lowers his jeans.
My wife slides over with her head on the edge of the bed in front of him, and grabs his soft cock. She pulls him closer and takes him in her mouth, cradling his balls in her hand while she sucks his cock. I can see her head bob back and forth, and his eyes are locked on his wife's mouth stretched around my thick pole. He watches intently while she pushes down and gags, pulls her mouth away, gasping with drool on her chin, and tries again.
I hear him grunt and look to see him pull away from my wife, his cock not fully hard. He's shaking his head, struggling to watch his wife try to throat my thick cock. He pulls up his jeans and stands there quietly for a moment, looking at his wife. Her eyes finally glance at him, and she takes her mouth off of me and wipes her chin.