Watching Her With The Lawyers (5 page)

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“O
h, FUCK,” she cries, her heading arching back and her body shaking as I stare in utter disbelief at my wife.

She is standing in profile against that white wall, Parker’s round black head buried in her crotch as he licks and tongue-fucks her with fury. Behind her Anders’s tongue is curling out of his mouth as he drives his wet middle finger in and out of my Cynthia’s sweet pucker. Marcos is still on his knees by her side, licking her hips and thighs, squeezing her asscheek, biting her love-handles gently. And Jack—poor pinstriped Jack with the throbbing erection pushing through his wet boxers—is awkwardly reaching over Marcos’s crouching body so he can squeeze and pull at my wife’s tits with one hand while he continues to jerk off slowly with the other.

The scene goes on for several long minutes, the sounds of moaning, grunting, slurping, and sucking coming through in a muffled way that is driving me wild as I watch all of it from the darkness of my vantage point. Oh, Cyn, you little slut of mine. Do you have any idea how fucking hard I am right now? Do you have any clue how badly I want to walk into this room and push my cock deep inside you right now, explode inside your cunt as these men watch in disbelief and fury as you come with your HUSBAND deep inside you?

But I will hold back, Cyn. Yes, I will hold back. These memories will stay with us forever, and I want to make sure we both get the most we can out of tonight. After all, I think with almost some melancholy, how many opportunities will we get to go this far in a relatively safe environment?

I shake my head to clear it, and I blink my eyes as I watch Anders slowly withdraw his long middle finger and then step back away from my wife. She notices immediately, and I almost smile as I see that tiny change of expression on my Cyn’s face, that indication that she’s slightly annoyed that someone has taken their finger out of her asshole.

Anders steps back now, and Jack immediately takes his place, dropping to his knees, spreading my wife’s asscheeks, and PLUNGING his face in there. Cynthia eyes open wide for a moment, and I see her mouth open in surprised pleasure. Clearly Jack has pushed his tongue right past her dark rim, deep inside her rear hole, and Cynthia is bucking her hips now as she goes nuts with the sensation of two warm tongues inside her, from front and behind.

Marcos seems content to play with my wife’s ass, the flesh of her sides and stomach, her beautifully full hips, and I glance over at Anders once again. He has stepped to the side of the room, where there is a small side table. His back is to me, so I cannot see what he is doing, but he is definitely doing something. When he turns I see that he is holding four dry-erase markers, nice and thick, long and clean, with rounded caps that are firmly fastened.

Oh, shit, I think as my cock flexes. What are you going to do with those, you filthy dog?

Anders just stands there for a moment, staring at the markers, now at my wife. Then he turns and looks around the room for a bit before walking over to where my wife’s bag is sitting on a chair. He grabs the bag, opens it up, and rummages around. Finally he nods and pulls out a tube, which I instantly recognize as the lube that Cynthia and I use at home. Of course, this is a brand new tube.

What, did Anders know she was carrying sex lube with her, I wonder as I feel some anger for a moment. Have they had sex before?

But now I calm down instantly when I see Anders squint as he reads the label. Now he raises his eyebrows and lets out a small whistle, like he is surprised that she is carrying this stuff with her. Okay, I tell myself as I smile at my own paranoia. He probably figured she was carrying some general-purpose moisturizer that he could use as lube. That’s why he looked in her bag.

Now Anders is smiling and nodding as he squeezes out some lube and carefully coats one of the dry-erase markers with the stuff. I watch as he gets close to my wife again, then reaches out and touches her cheek with the back of his hand, caressing her skin slightly until she turns her head and gazes at him, her mouth opening as she prepares to take his fingers into her mouth.

Anders smiles as my wife starts to suck his fingers, looking directly at him as she does it. I can see his cock pushing the crotch of his black pants out, and I smile as I shake my head, grab my own cock, and look at my wife with all three holes filled right now.

Anders is still holding that lubed-up marker in his other hand, and as he stares at my wife sucking his finger, I realize he is so turned on that he has forgotten about it. Now he seems to remember, and he holds up the marker so Cynthia can see it.

“Yes?” he says. “This is okay? I would like to put it inside you. Very slowly.”

Cynthia’s eyes widen for a moment, but she nods almost immediately. She is feeling safe with these men, I know. Safe with the knowledge that I am right outside, watching, ready to step in if things get out of hand. ESPECIALLY if things get out of hand . . . haha!

Now Anders backs away and taps Jack on the top of his head. Jack’s face is buried so deep between my wife’s round buttcheeks, his tongue so far up her ass, that I doubt he has any idea what’s going on. I rise up a bit higher against the glass panel to get a look, and I can see that Jack is still rubbing his cock with his left hand as he works my wife’s pucker with his tongue and right hand.

He is going hard, completely ignoring Anders trying to get him away from my wife. Anders is clearly getting annoyed, and it is so weird to watch this tall European man, still fully clothed, his erection looking long and strange pushing against his tailored trousers, his face contorted as he starts to pull on his colleague’s hair, trying to get him to take his tongue out of my wife.

Finally Jack pulls back with a gasp, his tongue sticking far out, still curling upwards and moving like a fucking snake. His face is red and his eyes are wild, and now he gets to his feet, pushes down his boxers, and before anyone can stop him, he grabs his thick wet cock, opens his mouth in a silent scream, and just fucking EXPLODES all over my wife’s bare ass!

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A
nders jumps back as Jack unloads his hot semen all over my wife’s smooth round buttocks, and even Marcos moves his head back and looks up in surprise. I wonder if Jack splashed this Spanish-Italian Casanova with some of his American cum, but the thought passes quickly as I stare at the thick white droplets begin to slowly roll down my wife’s beautiful ass, down to her thick thighs.

Cynthia knows what has happened, and she is smiling as Parker continues to eat her pussy from the front. Parker is clearly unaware that Jack has unloaded—not that it should matter to him. He is in heaven, licking my wife’s beautiful pussy as she grinds into him with relish.

Anders is cursing now, clearly displeased for some reason. But there is nothing he can do, and so he just waits for Jack to finish.

Jack’s body is hunched over as he convulses his way to the end of his violent orgasm, and now he stumbles back and sinks into one of the leather swivel chairs, his cock still in his hand, his face still red, his tongue still hanging out. He closes his eyes for a moment now, still breathing heavily, a smile slowly emerging on his wet lips.

I watch now as Anders grabs a few tissues and carefully cleans some of Jack’s cum out of the way. He is still determined to use that dry-erase marker which is still shining with lube, ready to slide into my wife’s asshole.

Marcos is watching now too, fascinated by how Anders is carefully parting my wife’s large round asscheeks, teasing her asshole with his finger first, then the blunt tip of the marker. I watch now as he slowly pushes the thick marker into her, and I see Cynthia gasp as she gets the sensation of the cool, lubed-up plastic entering her asshole.

Both Marcos and I are watching as Anders pushes the pen almost all the way inside, then slowly pulls it out as Cynthia moans and grimaces with pleasure.

“Muy bien,” Marcos whispers now, nodding as he turns and looks at the table.

There are three more markers on the table, and next to them is the tube of lubricant, and now Marcos grabs one marker, lubes it up, and then taps Parker on the head.

Parker immediately pulls back and looks up, seemingly bewildered. He has been buried in my wife’s pussy for a while now, and I wonder if he has lost track of what’s going on! For a moment I feel a burning need to smell my wife’s cunt, that sweet musk of her sex, and as I pull on my cock again I realize that there is a strong orgasm building in me.

“Come on,” I whisper out loud as I slow down and let go of my cock for a moment. “Come on, Cyn.”

Marcos is holding the dry-erase marker up, and Parker looks at it and then nods. Now he notices what Anders is doing with my wife’s rear pucker, and he just smiles and shakes his head, now slowly standing up.

Marcos drops down to his knees now as Cynthia watches him. He is smelling her crotch again, the filthy little bastard, and I smile as I watch Cynthia’s eyes close again as Marcos leans forward, slides the pen into her cunt, and then starts to lick her clit as he slowly fucks her with the tool.

Parker has taken a step back and is now undressing. His jacket and tie are gone, and he is unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his pants at the same time. He is a long, lean man, and my gaze moves back and forth between him and my wife as I wonder what he’s planning to do with that python of a cock that is pushing grotesquely against his tight white underwear.

Now Parker is stripped down to his boxer-briefs, which look ready to rip down the middle, they are so distended with his massive erection. Cynthia has clearly noticed, and she is reaching out her hand, beckoning him, her mouth hanging open as she looks into Parker’s eyes, now down at his broad black chest, his washboard abs, and finally his rock-hard cock that seems to be pulsating in those white boxer-briefs.

“Get me on the table,” she whispers now. “Get me on the fucking table.”

Parker smiles widely now, and he steps forward as Marcos and Anders both stop what they are doing and stand up. There is no argument, no discussion, and not even any sound as the three men lift Cynthia cleanly off her feet and place her on the long, shiny wooden table.

Her panties are gone now, and I watch with intense pleasure as the men pull off her unbuttoned shirt that is still hanging on her shoulders. Her bra that was pushed up over her tits comes off now, and finally Marco pulls off her tight black skirt.

Now there she is, my wife, in all her naked splendor, lying on her back on the table. The three men just stare at her for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her curves, her smooth white skin, those dark pink nipples, that triangle of matted hair that is showing off her thick wet pussy lips.

Cynthia turns now, getting on her hands and knees and then crawling to the head of the table where Parker is waiting for her, his hand rubbing his cock through his underwear. He is smiling as she approaches, and I can see that she is as well. Now she is there, and I groan as I watch my wife open her mouth wide as she brings her lips up to Parker’s distended crotch.

Parker shudders as my wife starts to lick his cock through his underwear, and he looks down at her for a moment and then up at the ceiling.

“Oh, shit,” he is muttering. “Oh, please, Cynthia.”

Hearing him say her name like that drives me wild, and I wonder how long he has fantasized about putting his cock into my wife’s mouth, her ass, her pussy. Oh, Cynthia, my goddess, you are leaving a trail of ecstasy in your wake, aren’t you, you little slut of mine!

Finally neither Cynthia nor Parker can hold back, and now Parker pushes down the elastic of his underwear, releasing his cock that pops out like a goddamn jack-in-the-box, slapping Cynthia’s cheek as she gasps and moves her head, trying to line up her gaping mouth with the massive, wet head of Parker’s penis.

His cock is thick and long, dark and erotic, and I can barely breathe as I watch Cynthia open her mouth wider than I’ve ever seen it go. All the men are watching now as Parker slowly pushes his way into my wife, and I reach for my own erection again as I watch that thick black cock slowly disappear down my wife’s open throat.

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M
arcos and Anders are undressing now, but I barely notice. No, my eyes are fixated on my wife, the way she is crouching down on all fours like an animal, her ass sticking high in the air, some of Jack’s cum still shining on the outer parts of her large asscheeks. I take in the sight of my Cyn, the sweet woman I married all those years ago in that wholesome ceremony, the woman I love more than ever now, feel closer to now than ever.

Her lips look thick and full, red and glistening as they move smoothly over Parker’s beast of a cock. Parker himself is staring down at Cynthia as he moves back and forth, thrusting gently as Cynthia slurps and swallows, pouring her saliva onto his thick shaft. I wonder if she is swirling her warm tongue all over his cock inside her mouth, and I glance up at Parker’s face and smile to myself when I see how fucking aroused he is, tongue sticking out, lower lip hanging open, covered in drool and the juices from my wife’s pussy.

Every man in the room is watching this now, and I blink when I realize that Marcos and Anders are now completely naked, cocks sticking straight out as they reach out and start to touch my wife again.

They are on either side of the table, on either side of my wife, and I watch as they touch her ass and thighs now, reach under and pull on her hanging tits that are swaying as she sucks Parker harder and harder. They pinch her nipples, squeeze her love-handles, slap her ass. They run their fingers along her asscrack, spreading her as they stare at her exposed asshole.

Marcos leans over now, looking at my wife from behind, trying to get a better look at her pussy. His left hand is stroking his cock now, which isn’t particularly long but is very thick and looks painfully hard right now.

Anders’s cock, on the other hand, is very long, almost as long as Parker’s it seems, though nowhere near as thick. He is touching himself too, stroking his long white rod as he fingers my wife’s asshole again, licking his lips and blinking very hard.

They continue for a few minutes as Parker starts to thrust harder. My wife is whimpering as she sucks this tall black man, and I can see saliva and pre-cum gather on the sides of her mouth, now dripping down to the table. Parker is massaging his own balls as he fucks my wife in the mouth, and from the way his mouth is moving I realize he must be getting close.

Marcos and Anders are jerking themselves off harder too now, still fingering my wife in the asshole and pussy from behind, swapping holes, sometimes sharing holes. Cynthia is moving erratically as she sucks harder and harder, and her eyes are closed so tight that I know she is in that special place of ecstasy that comes right before she goes over the edge.

I am getting close to the edge too, and now I just say fuck it and start to take off my clothes. Sooner or later I am going to walk into that room, I know, and so what the hell.

Parker is groaning out loud now, and he is ramming his cock into my wife with tremendous force. Cynthia is taking it though, her whimpers getting louder, her eyelids fluttering now as she gets fingered by two, three, now four fingers from behind.

I am naked now, my cock hard as a rock, standing straight out. I start to jerk myself off with full force now as I sense that everyone in the room is getting close too.

Yes, they are getting close, and just as I think that I see Parker’s neck strain and his head jerk back and he shouts, “Oh, FUCK!” and just fucking GRABS my wife’s head and pushes his cock as far as he can into her.

Cynthia’s eyes open wide now, and I can see her throat move as she swallows, and she gags now but holds on, still swallowing as Parker holds her head tight, keeps his cock deep inside her, and now shouts once more as he curses and unloads.

He comes for a long time, finally pulling out of my wife’s mouth, leaving a thick trail of white semen that connects his throbbing cock to my wife’s lower lip. I pull on my cock harder now as I see my wife open her mouth and let a thick stream of cum flow out, the cum she must not have been able to swallow.

She is gasping and coughing now as Marcos and Anders continue to push their fingers and thumbs into her from behind, and now she trembles, sputters once more, and then fucking SCREAMS as she begins to orgasm.

The men are taken aback by the force of her orgasm, and Marcos takes his fingers out of her asshole and begins to furiously jerk himself off. Anders is pulling on his cock too, but is still finger-fucking my wife as she shudders and screams her way through this pounding orgasm that is ripping her apart right now.

Finally she turns over onto her back, completely broken by her orgasm, her beautiful round tits quivering and heaving as she breathes hard. I am close to blowing my load now, and I start to walk towards the door to the conference room without realizing it.

Anders and Marcos have all hands on themselves now, each of them jerking off while massaging their own balls. They are slowly moving close to my wife’s tits and face, and as I approach the door, my own erection in my hand, I watch in silent ecstasy as first Anders and then Marcos start to come, pouring their hot loads all over my wife’s smooth white tits.

And just as Cynthia opens her eyes and smiles, parting her lips as both Anders and Marcos bring their cocks to her mouth to pour the last of their loads onto her, I walk into the room without a word, climb onto the table, stand directly over my wife, and fucking EXPLODE.