19: CUCKOLD LITTLE SLUT (3)

CHAPTER 3: FUCKED BEFORE MY HUSBAND

LENA’S POV

The drive back to my place was a blur.

Damon’s hand was on my thigh the whole time, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin, inching closer and closer to my pussy.

By the time we pulled into my driveway, I was a trembling mess, my body aching for him again.

My husband, Mark, was waiting in the living room when we walked in. He was sprawled on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes dark with anticipation.

He’d known I was going out. Known what I was after. And the horny look on his facetold me he’d been waiting for this moment all night.

“Well?” Mark asked, his voice rough as he took in my disheveled state—my smudged lipstick, my dress still hitched up, the hickeys already blooming on my neck.

I smirked, walking over to him. I straddled his lap, my hands gripping his shoulders as I pressed a deep, hungry kiss to his lips.

He groaned into me, his cock already hardening beneath me. When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed, his breath coming fast.

“She’s something else, ain’t she?” Damon’s voice came from behind me, low and amused.

Mark’s gaze flicked over my shoulder, landing on Damon. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took in the other man—tall, broad, his skin dark against the pale fabric of his shirt.

“Fuck,” Mark breathed. “You’re huge.”

Damon chuckled, stepping closer. “And your wife loved every inch.”

I moaned, grinding down against Mark’s cock, feeling him twitch beneath me.

“He fucked me against his car,” I confessed, my voice a husky whisper. “Bent me over the hood and fucked me so hard I screamed.”

Mark’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“Did you cum for him?”

I nodded, biting my lower lip. “And then I drank his cum.”

Mark groaned, his cock jerking against me. “Jesus, Lena.”

Damon’s hands were on me then, gripping my shoulders, pulling me back against his chest.

His cock was hard again, pressing against my ass as he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

“You want him to watch me fuck you again, baby?”

I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Yes.”

Mark’s eyes were dark, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Do it,” he said, his voice rough. “Fuck my wife again. Let me see that big black cock stretch her out.”

Damon didn’t need to be told twice. His hands were on my dress, yanking it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra.

Mark reached up, his fingers fumbling with the clasp before tossing it aside, baring my tits to the room.

Damon’s hands were on them instantly, squeezing, kneading, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until they were hard peaks.

“On the couch,” Damon ordered, his voice a dark command.

I obeyed, crawling onto the couch, my ass in the air, my pussy already dripping.

Mark moved to sit beside me, his hand gripping his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched.

Damon knelt behind me, his hands gripping my ass, spreading me open. I heard him groan, felt his breath against my wet folds.

“Fuck, look at this pussy,” he murmured, his thumbs spreading me wider. “Already wet for me again.”

I whimpered, my hips rocking back, seeking his touch. He didn’t make me wait.

His tongue was on me in an instant, flat and broad, licking me from my entrance to my clit in one long stroke. I cried out, my fingers tangling in the couch cushions, my back arching.

“Oh god,” I gasped. “Yes, Damon, eat me!”

He did. His tongue swirled around my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, curling up to hit that spot that made my toes curl.

I could hear Mark’s raspy breathing beside me, the wet sounds of him stroking his cock. Damon’s fingers pumped in and out of me, his tongue working my clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“You taste so fucking good,” Damon groaned against my pussy. “Like sin and sugar. I could eat you all night.”

“Please,” I begged, my hips rocking against his face. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His tongue flicked over my clit, his fingers crooking inside me, his other hand coming down to slap my ass.

The sting only made me wetter, my pussy clenching around his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“That’s it, baby,” Damon murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “Cum for me. Let me taste you.”

It was the final push I needed. My orgasm crashed over me, my back arching, my pussy flooding his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body.

Damon didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at me, drawing out every last tremor until I was a trembling mess.

When I finally collapsed onto the couch, my chest heaving, Damon stood, his cock thick and hard in his hand. He rolled on another condom, his eyes locked on mine.

“You ready for round two, baby?”

I nodded, my voice lost to me. Mark’s hand was on my hip, his cock leaking pre-cum as he watched Damon position himself behind me.

The head of Damon’s cock pressed against my entrance, and I whimpered, my body already aching for him.

“Watch,” Damon growled, his eyes on Mark. “Watch me fuck your wife.”

And then he was inside me, filling me, stretching me all over again. I cried out, my fingers digging into the couch cushions, my body adjusting to his size.

Mark’s hand was on my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple as Damon began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, then harder, faster.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Damon groaned, his hips snapping against mine. “Like a fucking goddess, baby. Squeezing my cock so good.”

“Yes!” I gasped. “Fuck me, Damon! Fuck me hard!”

He obliged. His thrusts became intense, a ruthless pounding, his cock pistoning in and out of me with bruising force.

The filthy slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with my breathless cries and Mark’s ragged groans.

Damon’s hand came down on my ass, spanking, the sting only making me tighter, wetter.

“You like that?” Damon growled, his voice rough. “Like when I fuck you while your husband watches?”

“Yes!” I screamed. “Oh god, yes!”

Mark’s hand was on his cock, stroking it in time with Damon’s thrusts.

“Fuck her harder,” he begged, his voice rough. “Make her cum again.”

Damon didn’t hold back. His thrusts became erratic, his cock swelling inside me as his own orgasm approached.

I could feel it building in me too, my pussy clenching around him, my breath coming in short and raspier.

“I’m gonna cum,” Damon groaned. “Gonna fill this condom up again. You wanna drink it this time too, baby?”

“Yes!” I cried. “Please, Damon, let me!”

That seemed to push him over the edge. One brutal thrust and he buried himself inside me, his cock pulsing as he came.

My own orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure attacked my body.

Mark’s groan filled the room as he came too, his cum spilling over his fingers, his eyes locked on where Damon and I were joined.

Damon collapsed over me, his chest heaving, his cock still buried deep. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, my spine, my cheek, his lips lingering against my skin.

“Fucking hell, you’re a goddess, Lena.”