SLIPPERY SINS 4

Kyle just stood there.

“I’m sorry. I tried to tell you how starved I was,” I said, my body still limp on the counter. Matt was behind me, still stroking his already hard dick with one hand. I was still cuffed to the handle, helpless and soaked, my pussy exposed and trembling from the orgasm that had just wrecked me.

I didn’t know what to expect from Kyle. Would he lunge at Matt? Punch him? Kill him? Would he scream at me? I deserved it. But the most messed-up part of it all was that my pussy clenched again just imagining him doing any of it. And if he was going to kill me for cheating, I’d probably beg him to fuck me first. That would be so hot. So wrong. But so hot.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just walked closer, slow and deliberate, until he was right behind me. I felt the heat of his body before his touch even came.

Then he bent down, his breath brushing against my slick folds. He just stared. At my pussy. At the dripping mess Matt had made of me. I tensed, waiting for whatever he’d do next.

“Did you really think I didn’t know?” he asked quietly.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“I sent him here to fuck you. And now that I’ve seen how much you needed it… I’m going to join.”

My head spun, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

“What?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I don’t understand.”

Kyle smiled slowly, possessively. “This was my gift to you. For how busy I’ve been with work. I got Matt discharged from the hospital just for you.”

He reached forward, tucking a strand of sweat-soaked hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, too gentle, but it made the heat inside me grow. My body tensed and trembled.

“You needed this, Riella. I saw how wet you were this morning. I remembered the way you begged for me these past three months. And I wasn’t giving you enough.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came.

Kyle looked at Matt and gave a slight nod. Matt stepped forward again, pressing himself between my legs, his cock teasing my folds slowly. Kyle stood back, watching as Matt slid in and out of me, torturing my sensitive pussy.

“Keep her open,” Kyle said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m going in next.”

Matt unhooked the cuff from the handle, but my wrists were still bound together. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My body had gone soft, pliant, desperate. Kyle’s calm, steady dominance wrapped around me like silk soaked in fire.

He picked me up gently, like I was something fragile, and set me down on the settee. The room was spinning. He looked at me as though he was about to ruin me.

Matt stepped closer, his cock thick and leaking as he positioned himself at my entrance. Kyle approached the front, his own cock in hand, stroking himself slowly, eyes locked onto mine.

“Open your eyes for me, Riella,” Kyle murmured, voice low and steady.

I obeyed, unable to look away from him as Matt slid into me slowly, groaning at how wet I still was. I gasped and my head fell back onto Matt’s shoulder, my body shuddering with each inch of him inside me.

“That’s it,” Kyle whispered, his voice a mix of praise and control. “Good girl.”

Matt’s thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate, and slow. Every inch of him glided into me, and Kyle watched, his cock throbbing as he stroked himself. My breath caught in my throat, my body pulsing in time with the rhythm Matt set.

Kyle leaned in close, just enough to brush his cock against my lips. His words were soft but filled with command.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

I opened my mouth without hesitation, letting his cock slide between my lips. The taste of him filled my senses, so familiar, so wrong, but I couldn’t get enough. As Matt fucked me from behind, I gagged and swallowed, tears slipping from my eyes as I took him deeper. But I didn’t care. I wanted all of it. I needed all of it.

Kyle cupped the back of my head, guiding me as he fucked my mouth, his pace slow but relentless. His voice was dark, almost intimate as he spoke.

“Do you feel how beautiful you are like this? You’re mine. But today… we share.”

Matt’s hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back into him as he fucked me harder, groaning in pleasure.

Kyle’s fingers brushed my cheek, his thumb tracing the wet path of tears as he rocked into my mouth, deeper and harder. “Such a perfect slut,” he murmured, his words like a secret that only the two of us shared.

And I was. Used. Worshipped. Owned. But I loved every second.

Kyle leaned down, his hands going to my nipples, pinching and rubbing them fast and relentless. My whole body was on fire, every nerve lit up with the need for more.

Kyle leaned down, his fingers pressing firmly against my nipples, rubbing them fast and unrelenting, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Touch my wife’s clit. Engage all her sexual senses, Matt,” Kyle ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

My breath hitched, my body already trembling with need. Kyle’s words only amplified the hunger building within me.

Matt moved in without hesitation, his fingers brushing over my clit, and I cried out around Kyle’s cock, my body caught in the swell of pleasure from both ends. I didn’t want it to stop.

Kyle gripped my hair, pulling me into his thrusts, his cock sliding deeper and faster into my throat. I pulled away, gasping for air before taking his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking them eagerly. My face was a mess, slick with spit and precum, my lips glistening as I swallowed down every drop of him.

“Such a good little mouth you have,” Kyle groaned, his eyes dark with pleasure.

Matt was murmuring something I couldn’t quite make out as he continued to fuck me from behind, his rhythm steady and relentless. Kyle’s grip on my head tightened, pushing me deeper onto his cock, his groans filling the air as he came hard in my throat. I swallowed, feeling the warm rush of his cum fill my mouth, knowing by the amount that he hadn’t been with anyone in a while.

When Kyle pulled away, Matt quickly moved into position. “I want to watch,” he said, stroking his cock as he sat on the floor. He moved between my legs, eagerly licking and sucking at my ass as I straddled Kyle, sinking down onto his thick cock.

I could feel Kyle’s arousal growing as he moaned beneath me, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me as I rocked up and down. “Still so tight for me. Such a perfect little pussy,” he groaned.

“Ah, yes,” I moaned, my body already aching for more as I bounced on his length, stopping occasionally to kiss him. Matt didn’t stop, his mouth still on me as he devoured my ass, his tongue teasing and licking, the sensation driving me wild.

“You taste so fucking good,” Matt groaned, his voice muffled between my legs. I could hear him stroking his cock, the sounds of him jerking off adding to the chaos of sensations overwhelming me.

I rode Kyle harder, his cock filling me deeper with each thrust, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as I reached down to touch his nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through both of us. My own body trembled as I rubbed my own nipples, the friction pushing me closer to the edge.

“Fuck! Yes, baby,” I moaned, my orgasm building quickly. My body jerked as I squirted hard over Kyle’s cock, the sensation of my release washing over me.

Matt wasted no time, licking up the mess I made, his tongue greedily tasting my juices as he stroked his own cock. “Fuck. I’m coming,” he groaned, and I saw his cum spill across the floor from the corner of my eye.

Kyle’s grip tightened on my hips as he fucked me faster, harder, his voice hoarse. “You’re gonna make me nut in this sweet, tight pussy, Riella.”

I could feel him getting close, his movements faster now, almost frantic. He stood up, fucking me midair like Matt did before. “Oh! Kyle, you make me feel so good…. I’m gonna cum,” I cried out, my body on fire, desperate for release.

“Together, baby. Give me that sweet cum of yours,” Kyle grunted, thrusting his hot, hard dick up into me with abandon.

Gosh, did I die and go to heaven?

“Yes…. Oh my god, Kyle. Your dick is amazing,” I whimpered, as he was still riding me towards orgasm, kissing me deeply, his hands gentle on my ass.

Kyle leaned in, and kissed my temple. “I know, baby. I know it’s exactly what you needed.”

I was on the edge, teetering between pleasure and chaos, my body trembling uncontrollably. “Yes, mmm, Kyle. I’m coming!” I screamed, my body jerking violently as the orgasm tore through me, my walls tightening around his cock.

Kyle groaned deeply, his face contorted in ecstasy as he came, his hot cum filling me up. “Oh, fuck yes!” he groaned, his voice raw.

He came just as I was finishing. His cum hot and warm so deep inside I came again.

“Oh, fuck yes!”, he groaned as my walls clenched around his cock.

“Oh, Kyle. You make me feel so good. I love your fucking dick”, I whimpered as he kissed me.

When we finished, Kyle dropped me onto the settee, and he and Matt took turns licking my cum from my pussy, each of them eagerly savoring every drop. The sensation of their mouths on me made me shiver with satisfaction.

Matt left to make lunch or brunch, honestly, I couldn’t remember what time it was, and Kyle took me up in his arms, guiding me to the bathroom to clean me up.

I smiled blissfully, sinking into the warm bath as Kyle carefully bathed me, his hands gentle on my skin. From the lonely, horny wife to having two beautiful men satisfy me.

I couldn’t believe how incredible this moment felt!