Watching Her With The Lawyers (6 page)

16

I
can hear Jack shout, “What the fuck?” from his seat near the table, and I think Parker is saying something too. But I can barely hear these guys, because my head is pounding as I come with ridiculous ferocity, shooting my load all over my naked wife as she stares up at me, half-dazed but smiling, her eyes barely open but clearly focused on me, her husband.

Marcos and Anders are shuddering as they continue jerking their way through their orgasms. They have come all over my wife’s tits, and are now shaking the last of their loads onto her neck, her cheeks, her lips. The sight is ridiculous, just filthy, and it is driving me wild as I keep coming, staring into my wife’s eyes as she looks back at me.

She smiles wider now as I gasp and mutter, and I watch in ecstasy as she turns her head slightly to lick Marcos’s oozing cock as he cries out in pleasure. She gently sucks his tip, licking her lips once, and then, with her eyes still on me, she turns to Anders and takes his throbbing cock into her mouth and sucks him until he is finally done.

I groan as I milk out the last of my load, watching the thick drops fall on my beautiful wife. Now finally I am done too, and I stand there on the table, staring down at my Cynthia all covered in the semen of five different men right now. This should be disgusting, repulsive, and sick, but it is beautiful, arousing, and in a strange way pure. Pure? Is that possible? How is that possible? Are we that far gone?

No, I think as I look into my wife’s eyes. This is real. Our love is real, and all of this simply proves it. In a way there is no one besides Cynthia and me in this room right now. This is all about us, the two of us. It is always about us. Isn’t it, babe? Isn’t it, my love?

Isn’t it, my wife?

Cynthia nods slightly, as if she understands what’s going on in my head, as if she’s thinking the same thing too. Our eyes are locked still, both of us smiling, each of us knowing that there is no need to speak, that our bodies are doing all the communicating today. It is a beautiful moment, and I want to stay like this forever, just me and my Cyn, me and my wife.

But of course the night isn’t over yet, and now I feel hands grab me and start to pull me off the table. Immediately I snap out of my trance and focus back on the reality of the situation.

Yes, the reality that if I don’t explain myself quickly enough, I’m going to get my ass kicked by four naked lawyers.

17

I
am still a bit drunk, and after my raging orgasm I am feeling loose and slap-happy. So now I am just giggling like a fucking lunatic as these naked lawyers pull me off the table, cursing and exclaiming, grabbing and yanking while trying not to make contact with my still-dripping cock that is swinging wildly as I struggle.

“Yo, it’s that asshole from the bar,” Jack says now as I keep laughing.

“What the fuck? You crazy, man?” Parker is saying to me, his face close to my ear, his voice sounding like a hiss. “Do you WANT to get your ass kicked?”

“Fucking pervert,” Marcos says now, spitting onto the carpeted floor as he stares at me with an exaggerated expression of fake disgust. “I will call the cops right now. See how you like it in jail, you filth.”

“Shut up,” says Anders, and his voice is low and firm. “No one is calling the police. Are you stupid? Just shut up and let me think.”

Cynthia is still quiet, and now I glance over at her and see her just staring and smiling at me, like she is enjoying this little show. And why not? There are five naked men all bunched up together, all with cocks that are semi-hard and still oozing beads of white semen. The lawyers are cursing and holding me back against the wall, but it doesn’t look like anyone is about to throw a punch quite yet. I suppose there is some degree of hesitation because we are all naked. Does anyone really want to get into a close-quarters struggle? What if our cocks touch? Hah!

I am laughing again now as I stare at my Cynthia. There is a twinkle in her eye, a dimple in her cheek, and finally she cannot hold back any longer and she just BURSTS out laughing, her body quivering as she rolls around on that table, her big tits flopping about as she shakes and shivers with mirth.

“All right,” she says finally. “It’s all right, boys. Let him go. He is—”

“—your husband,” says Anders now, smiling widely as he finishes my wife’s sentence. “He is your husband, is he not? Oh, you are a special one, aren’t you, Cynthia? Oh, you little fox.”

Now Parker looks at Anders, then Cynthia, and finally me. And immediately he bursts into a gleaming white smile as he hunches over and backs away from the table, laughing and shaking his head, his long cock swinging from side to side as he slaps the table and continues to laugh.

“Oh, shit, man,” he exclaims. “Oh, SHIT! You guys are too much. Just too fucking much!”

“Is he serious?” Jack says now, looking at Anders and then Parker and finally me again. He seems genuinely confused, like it just doesn’t compute. With all his fancy Ivy League degrees, Jack might still not be the sharpest tool in the shed, I think. “What the FUCK, man?”

Marcos is just shaking his head as he paces the room, arms crossed comically over his chest, his cock bouncing as he walks. “No,” he is muttering. “No. Nah. No.”

“Yes,” Anders says now, and he is smiling very wide, clearly happy for some reason. “Yes, this is Cynthia’s husband. Oh, wonderful! Oh, perfect!”

I am smiling too as I glance at Anders. This is the most emotion I have seen from this German dude. I am not clear why he is so fucking thrilled, but whatever. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it?

“Yes, perfect,” Anders says again, and now he is looking around the room feverishly. “Hold on a minute.”

He rushes out of the conference room now, and I can hear him doing something amongst the cubicles outside. Soon he is back, and I stare at what he is carrying. It takes me a moment, and then I figure it out. I figure out what he’s carrying:

Four long extension cords, thick and orange, heavy-duty and strong.

He tosses them on the table and then looks at Parker and Jack as my smile begins to fade with the realization of what’s about to happen.

“Tie him up,” Anders says, his voice cold now, his eyes gleaming, his tongue licking his thin lips as he glances at Cynthia for a moment before swiftly walking over to me and grabbing my left arm. “Tie him to this chair. He wants to watch, and so we will make him watch. Yes, we will make him watch.”

18

I
feel the heat rise in my face now as strong arms grip me and push me down into this leather swivel chair. I don’t struggle, partly because I am in some state of disbelief about what’s happening. But there is another part of me that is welcoming this. It’s something new, and that’s what Cynthia and I are doing here, aren’t we? Looking for something new? Something more each time? Something more, something harder, deeper, further?

I glance at my wife and I see a momentary expression of alarm on her face. But I hold her gaze and force a smile, mouthing the words, “It’s okay” as I feel those extension cords bind my arms to the thick padded armrest of this large leather chair.

“Guys?” Cynthia says now, some hesitation in her voice as she watches Anders crouch down and tie my feet to the thick metal base of the chair.

My thighs are spread nicely, and as I pull on my bindings, I feel a strange sense of excitement building up in me. My cock is starting to stiffen already, even though I have just come, and I can sense that this is going to be a wild experience, something I WANT to experience.

Yes, I think as I smile once more at Cynthia. I want to watch my wife as the pressure builds up in me. I want to pull at my bindings as I yearn to touch my cock. I want to struggle and shout as I feel the raw desire to mount my wife and blow my load deep inside her cunt, claiming her in front of these men.

Yes, I want to see what it feels like.

“It’s okay, Cyn,” I say now, softly as Anders stands back up and pushes my chair up against the wall. “Let’s go with it.”

Anders smiles now and nods at me. “Yes,” he says. “It will be good. I have done it before with my ex-wife. It will feel good. It will drive you crazy, but good-crazy, yah?”

I nod and smile back at him. That coldness is temporarily gone from his eyes, and I can see that he is enjoying himself and would untie me if I simply asked. Well, I think so, at least. Who knows.

“You sure, honey?” Cynthia says now, completely focused on me. “I can stop this right now, if you want.”

I look back at her as a strange rush of emotion goes through me, that same feeling I get once in a while, that feeling of indignation and even annoyance when I think that Cynthia is trying to push the decisions onto me even though she wants it as much as I do.

“If you want to stop this, then stop it,” I say quietly, feeling my face go flush. “It’s your call.”

And I watch now as the color rushes to Cynthia’s face. She sees what I am doing, and now her smile fades as she narrows her eyes and looks me straight on.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay.”

Now the men are slowly forming a circle around my wife as she sits there spread wide on the table, her tits hanging off to each side, her legs spread shamelessly, pussy lips red and thick, the smell of semen and sex heavy in the air. All the men are rubbing themselves now, with Jack already fully hard again, his attention now focused on Cynthia once more.

“Okay,” Cynthia whispers again, giving me a last look in which I see a streak of devilish mischief that makes my cock flex. She turns away from me now as Jack brings his cock close to her mouth, and as she opens wide for his thick erection, she whispers one last time, “Okay. Let’s play.”

19

I
stare as Jack grimaces with pleasure and pushes his thick cock into my wife’s mouth, his heavy balls swinging against her chin as she receives his shaft. She takes all of it easily, opening her mouth wide and her throat too, I can tell. Perhaps she is so loosened up from sucking Parker’s monster of a cock that everything seems small to her now. What happens when Parker actually fucks her?

I glance at Parker now, and he is pulling on his tremendous cock as he watches Cynthia suck Jack with vigor and passion. Parker is smiling, but the smile fades as his cock stiffens, and now he steps forward and pulls on my wife’s nipples, immediately getting them to prick up as she lets out a little whimper that sounds wet and gurgly as she continues to suck this other lawyer’s dick.

Anders and Marcos are getting hard again too, and they are exchanging glances at each other as they eye my wife’s exposed ass, her spread-out pussy. They want to fuck her now, I can tell. Good. It’s about time.

My cock rises now as I watch Anders clamber onto the table and position himself in front of my wife’s open crotch. He fingers her for a moment, then caresses her inner thighs as he spreads her legs a bit more.

Cynthia looks down at him for a moment, but she is very busy sucking cock right now, and she quickly refocuses on Jack, who is grunting as he places one knee on the table and finally climbs up and straddles my wife, almost sitting on her tits as he starts to mouth-fuck her full on.

Now Anders slides his cock right into my wife’s wet cunt, and I groan out loud as I feel a desperate need to grab my own cock. Oh, fuck, this is insane! Oh, shit, this is wild! The feeling of being restrained like this is driving me nuts!

Anders is grimacing as he slides his long white cock all the up my wife, and I can see my Cynthia’s eyelids flutter now as she feels his cock move inside her. How far inside has it gone, my honey? Is he flexing and swirling it inside you? Oh, babe.

Marcos is pacing now, and I think he is trying to figure out how to get in there. He is fully hard now too, muttering in Spanish or something. I would laugh if I weren’t so wild with arousal and the delightful frustration of being tied up like this while four men are using my wife like the slut she’s pretending to be.

Yes, PRETENDING to be. Because she isn’t a slut—never was, never will be. That’s the beauty of what we’re doing. She gets to feel like a slut when we’re doing this, and I get to see my wife from a perspective that’s just INSANE. But we are both on the same page, both in agreement, both getting the same amount of pleasure out of this. It’s a game and that’s all. It’s a game and not real. The only thing that’s real is our marriage. The ONLY fucking thing.

Though right now these four cocks that are all trying to find their way into my sweet Cynthia looks pretty goddamn real, and I let out another groan as I watch Jack fuck my wife in the mouth, his balls slapping against her chin as Anders digs his fingers into her fleshy hips and starts to pump her pussy.

Now Marcos mutters again, walks around the mass of humping bodies, and starts to pull my wife gently towards the foot of the table.

What the fuck is he doing, I wonder as I watch this naked Spaniard with his bouncing hard-on clutch my wife’s calves and try to slide her down the table.

Of course, Jack is squatting over her chest, his cock deep down her throat, and Anders is fucking her pussy hard, his face almost up Jack’s ass as he rams my wife with deep, precise thrusts.

Cynthia seems oblivious to the world, her eyes closed as she sucks and whimpers, and I wonder if she even knows how many men are touching her right now, how many cocks are inside her, how many more will be inside her soon. Holy FUCK!

Finally Marcos succeeds in getting Anders and Jack to slow down, and although they are annoyed, they finally get it when he explains.

“We bring her down to the end of the table, yes?” Marcos says now, the words coming out quick because he is so excited. “I rest her feet on these chairs so her ass sticks out past the edge. Then Anders can fuck from the top, and I can fuck from the bottom.”

It sounds like an insane proposition (not to mention an insane position . . .), but as I watch Marcos arrange three large chairs at the foot of the table, raising them to full height and locking the wheels on the base so they won’t move, I start to realize that it will be a little cozy for Anders and Marcos, but it just could work. Holy shit.

Holy shit is right, I think as I watch Marcos and Anders gently position my wife so that her feet are resting on two separate chairs, her ass hanging off the table’s edge.

My wife’s lower back is still on the table, and she seems comfortable enough, so I relax and watch with fascination as Marcos squats down under her ass, smiling as he looks up at her buttocks, directly at her asshole. Oh, wow, how I’d love to have that view right now. Enjoy it, you Spanish dog. You only get this chance once!

Marcos spreads her asscheeks and licks her now from beneath, carefully and slowly. Jack has already resumed his position straddling my wife’s tits, and I just catch a glimpse of him sliding his wet cock back into her ready mouth. Parker is just standing there, still rubbing his erection, seemingly at peace with holding back for a moment. What’s he got planned, I wonder as I glance at the thick dark shaft of his cock, its red tip already glistening with a fresh batch of pre-cum.

Anders is the only one who is a bit impatient, it seems, and I don’t blame him. He is hard and wet, and no one likes to pull out before they’re done. Don’t worry, Anders, I think with a smirk as I shift in my seat, moving my hips so I can shake my erection a bit. You’ll be back inside her soon, my German friend.

“Come on,” Anders says to Marcos now. “Do it. Push it in. Go inside so I can get back on top.”

Marcos gives my wife’s pucker once last swipe with his tongue, and then with a sigh he moves his head away and quickly and carefully lubes her up, sliding first one and then two slick fingers all the way inside her asshole as I groan at the sight.

Finally he is ready, and he drops the tube, positions himself between my wife’s spread-out legs, bends his knees slightly, using the third chair to support his back, and guides his hard cock up towards my wife’s asshole.

I watch in ecstasy as Marcos slowly teases her hole with his red, warm tip before starting to push his way in. I glance at Cynthia’s face, and now I take a quick breath when I see that she has paused her frantic sucking and is focused on the sensation of this thick cock spreading her rear hole, forcing its way in from behind.

She moans now, holding Jack’s cock firmly between her lips even though he is still trying to fuck her in the mouth. Finally he gets it and holds on for a moment, his cock still inside her mouth but motionless.

Now Marcos is almost in, and I jerk my hips and shake my hard cock as I watch the last inch of his thick cock slide up into my wife’s beautiful asshole. Oh, babe, how does it feel? Oh, shit, I wish I was on top of you too, my love!

But Anders gets that privilege for now, and when I see him carefully climb up on the table and stand over Cynthia as he wonders how the hell he’s going to get his cock into her pussy, I realize that maybe I’m very happy just watching for now.

Because it’s clear from the way Marcos is positioned that Anders is going to be very close to the grunting Spaniard. So I just watch in fascination as Anders now slowly straddles my wife, carefully lifting one leg over and across Marcus’s stooped head like a dog about to pee. Somehow he manages to do it, and now he is crouched awkwardly on top of my wife’s hips, his ass very close to Marcos’s face!

It is ridiculous, but Marcos is too focused on the feeling of my wife’s tight sphincter squeezing his throbbing cock as he slides his wet shaft in and out, and he clearly couldn’t care whose ass is in his face now. Anders doesn’t care either (perhaps these Europeans don’t have some of the same hang-ups...), and now I watch as he manages to get the tip of his long cock to line up with Cynthia’s dripping cunt.

Finally he is there, and with a quivering smile and a muffled groan he pushes himself into her hot hole.