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  His middle finger slipped between her hot flesh and I watched the tip of it disappear into her hole.

  Piper sucked in a breath as Simon pushed his digit into her.

  “Mmm,” Simon purred next to her ear. “Nice and wet.” He fucked his finger in and out of her a few times, until Piper started to grind her pussy against his hand. Then he slipped it out, raised it to her lips and fed it to her.

  Piper slurped it up, sucking it like it was a cock.

  Simon watched her, smiling, before pulling his finger out of her mouth. “You like to suck?” he asked.

  I shuddered as Piper turned to look at me. My breath came faster as I realized she was looking to me for permission. With a lump in my throat, I nodded.

  A smile flickered across Piper’s lips for a moment before she turned her attention back to Simon. She pressed her hands against his chest and sank down onto her knees. She reached up and pulled down his shorts and the boxers he was wearing underneath.

  His cock hung like a slab of dark meat between his legs. His sack was swollen, the wrinkled skin stretched over heavy nuts.

  Piper shot me another glance out of the corner of her eye as her slender fingers formed a fist around his muscle and brought him up. She paused, as if waiting to see what I would do.

  I nodded.

  Piper opened her mouth and slipped the uncut head of Simon’s cock into her mouth. Her lips hollowed as she began to suck.

  As she slurped at his organ Simon would, every once in a while when it was necessary, reach down and brush away the hair from the side of her face. He was doing it for me, much like a porn star would do the same for a camera.

  This gave me a particular thrill, that Piper was performing for me, that Simon just the talent and that I was the reason the show was happening at all.

  Piper sucked him up to full hardness, rising as his cock rose until she could barely reach it with her mouth. She stroked him, her pale hand even whiter against his dark skin. When she finally came off his cock with a wet slop it made him smile.

  “What’s next boss?” Simon asked, turning to look at me.

  “I told you she’s the boss,” I whispered. My voice was strained.

  “Oh right,” Simon said, his smile widening. “She’s the boss,” he said looking at Piper.

  This made her giggle, which made me chuckle and Simon laugh. Some of the tension left the room.

  Then Piper stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. She leaned forward over me and kissed my cheek. Her tits sagged, heavy beneath her chest and I had to resist the urge to reach out and squeeze them. The tart scent of Simon’s precum lingered on her breath. “You’re the boss, baby,” she whispered. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.” She kissed me on the mouth.

  As I stared into her eyes Simon loomed up and over her behind her back.

  Piper gasped as she felt him come up.

  I looked down to see that it was only his hand between her legs, his fingers slipping back and forth against her folds, crawling into her bush. Some instinct compelled me to sit up and kiss her.

  I plunged my tongue into her hot mouth, lashing at hers.

  Piper moaned.

  “Yeah, that’s it, mon. You two have your little moment there,” Simon’s voice came from behind her.

  I reached up and cupped Piper’s soft tits with my hands, kissing her the whole time. Her nipples were so hard and I loved the way the stiff skin felt in my sweaty palms.

  A moment later Piper put a hand on my chest and pushed me back.

  I fell away and my gaze dropped. My eyes went wide at the sight of Simon’s cock poised at her entrance. He was sliding the head of it back and forth the same way he’d slid his fingers. With his foreskin peeled back I could see that one eyed snake almost smiling at me as it rubbed against its prize.

  “What do you say boss?” Simon asked.

  I stared up into Piper’s eyes.

  She was shaking a little each time he swept back and forth, teasing her clit with each stroke.

  “What do you want baby?” I whispered, breathless.

  She put a hand on either side of my face. “No. What do you want?”

  So there I was suddenly made captain of the good ship “Should I Let Him Fuck My Wife?”

  The waves lapped up against the columns that the suite rested on.

  Simon kept gliding along the lips of her pussy.

  Piper seemed suspended between us, strung up by my indecision.

  I looked over her shoulder.

  Simon arched a brow and nodded.

  I took a breath and nodded back.

  One corner of Simon’s mouth curled in a smile.

  My eyes darted down to see him take his cock in hand and point the head of it against Piper’s hole.

  She gasped. “Oh baby,” she whispered. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

  I wanted everything. I wanted to watch Simon’s cock glide into her but I wanted to be kissing and touching her too. I let the weight of her body press me into the chair.

  She let out a moan that echoed inside my mouth.

  I knew he was inside.

  Another man was inside my wife.

  Chapter 8

  Piper’s body began swaying back and forth as Simon started sawing into her. Her hands fell to my chest as she steadied herself against his rut but she kept her mouth on mine.

  My cock was painfully rigid and seed was churning in my nuts as her tongue lashed against mine. When Piper pulled away I opened my eyes. The sight made my whole body stiff.

  Piper had put her hands on the arms of the chair. Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was focused on what Simon felt like inside her.

  A panic surged through me. I looked down between her legs. Simon’s cock was bare inside her. I tried to reach out, to break her from the spell she was under but I was paralyzed. It was like being in a dream where you know you should move or scream or do something but can’t.

  I knew Simon should have a condom on. I knew I should stop them but I couldn’t stop staring at the shape of his black cock moving into her pink folds, stretching them and causing her juice to run out.

  Each time the dark shape of his member withdrew from her body it came out coated in a milky white.

  I shuddered. I knew this was just Piper’s own juice. Whenever she got turned on it became really sticky and white. And yet I couldn’t stop the fantasy that Simon had already come inside her. I couldn’t stop thinking that he’d filled her with seed and now was just rutting to plow it deeper into her, closer to where she was most fertile.

  The word shook me from my stupor. I was finally able to reach out and touch her hand.

  Piper opened her eyes. She seemed dazed and slightly annoyed at being disturbed. When she saw me, though, a smile flickered across her lips even as she continued swaying back and forth.

  Behind her a bead of sweat had broken out on Simon’s forehead. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated on staring at Piper’s ass.

  “Piper, baby,” I whispered, squeezing her hand. “You can’t…he can’t…he’s not wearing anything. You have to stop.”

  Piper’s eyes went wide at the revelation. She turned her head, as if trying to see with her own eyes that Simon’s cock was unprotected. She shivered and grabbed my arm. Her mouth fell open. “Oh my God…” she whispered as she came.

  Simon grunted and “Oh shit,” behind her.

  I was sure it was because of the way her pussy was clenching around his cock. Piper was tight to begin with. When she came it was like a flesh vise tightening around your cock.

  And now Simon knew how it felt. He started sweating a little more. His thrusts became more insistent.

  In that moment, with Piper at the peak of her orgasm, I felt closer and farther away from her than I’d ever been. She was right there and we were sharing this moment. But it was happening because of Simon. It was an intensely arousing yet confusing feeling that swirled around me.

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p; As her climax faded I shook myself out of it and gripped her hand. “Piper,” I whispered, more urgently this time. “You have to make him pull out.”

  There was a moment, no more than a second or two, where I knew Piper wasn’t in the throes of ecstasy anymore. I knew she was fully aware of what was happening and what I’d said. She knew Simon was inside her. She knew he was going to erupt at any moment. She knew the risk. But instead of stopping right away, she let him ride out a few more thrusts as she brought her thumb to my lips.

  And I, instead of yanking her off of him, opened my mouth and let her slide it in. I closed my lips around it and sucked.

  Piper closed her eyes. Connected to both of us she revelled in, I assumed, the same thing that I was. Standing on the edge of a ledge fifty stories above the ground with no railing staring down.

  Falling would be so easy. All we had to do was take a step and everything would change.

  “Okay that’s enough.” Piper’s voice broke the spell.

  I opened my eyes to Simon’s grimace and Piper spinning around. She sank to her knees, put a hand beneath her breasts so they formed a shelf, the centrepiece of which was a delicious cleft of flesh. She took his cock and began to pump.

  Simon emitted a deep and guttural growl as the first splash of his hot seed retched from the head of his cock.

  Piper stared up at him, giving Simon all the best parts of herself, her tits, her eyes and her soft hand as she finished him off.

  I watched in stunned silence as rope after rope of another man’s cum glazed my wife’s breasts.

  Once the peak of his orgasm had passed Simon let Piper stroke him a few more times before taking his cock in hand. He stepped forward, intending to put it in Piper’s mouth but she pushed back with a hand on his thigh. Instead, he gave it a few last pumps and deposited the remaining drops of his seed on her tits. Then he looked up and our eyes met.

  It’s a very strange experience, looking into the eyes of the guy who has just been inside your wife. The glance was momentary, punctuated by Simon nodding before he turned away. He dressed quickly and disappeared into the night.

  Then it was just Piper and me.

  She turned around and let go of her tits. Some of his cum began rolling down, coating her nipples and threatening to drip onto the floor. Now that the moment was over she didn’t know what to do with her eyes. When she noticed the cum she stood up.

  Red-faced she glanced at me, leaned over and kissed my cheek and whispered, “I’ll be right back.” Her breasts swayed, precariously close to my face giving me a sharp whiff of the Simon’s deposit.

  It was filthy. It was depraved. But it inspired a raw animal lust in me I’d never felt before. As Piper dashed to the bathroom I tore off my clothes. When she bounced back I grabbed her and we both collapsed onto the bed, rolling back and forth over each other, kissing madly.

  Her legs splayed and I pressed between them. My cock was throbbing and I knew I wouldn’t last long but I wanted to try. The head of it touched her damp, defiled pussy and sent a hot rush of lust up my spine that tickled the base of my brain.

  I impaled myself inside her with a rough grunt.

  Piper gasped.

  I tucked my knees up, mounting her higher so her feet dangled in the air above me.

  She locked her ankles behind my back and squeezed.

  I fucked down into her hot, tight hole thinking that just moments ago Simon had been inside her. He’d made her this wet, this filthy. He’d made her come and made her juices gush with his cock but now she was with me, she was mine again.

  I let the heat of that bake me until I nearly melted.

  Piper’s hips were thrusting, her pussy clamped on me as she returned each rutting fuck with the same vigour I gave.

  We were still kissing, tongues dancing inside mouths, pawing at each other with our hands, trying to be as close as two people could be.

  I felt the first swell of my ejaculate start to come. I was about to be lost inside this moment I’d been dreading and waiting for, the orgasm that would surely be the most intense I’d felt but at the other side of which lay a great unknown. My only regret was that I hadn’t made Piper come.

  “Oh my God.” Her whispered words, hot on my cheek, were accompanied by her body tightening against me. Her pussy squeezed as she dug her claws into my back.

  Fuck yeah.

  I released.

  Gush after gush of my hot sperm sluiced through the head of my cock and spilled inside Piper’s tight, hot sheath.

  Her pussy sucked and slurped at my cock, drawing my offering deep into her body.

  Everything but pleasure melted under the heat of that bliss as my body roared through temporary nothingness.

  Bits of reality began to come back a little at a time. I felt the bed shaking beneath us. Piper’s hot body against me, still squeezing, still clenching but softening, the intensity waning. I opened my eyes as the blinding light of my orgasm darkened.

  I heard the ocean. I felt the breeze. I felt my hips pump out a few last thrusts, a few last ditch efforts to fuck my seed as deeply as I could into my wife.

  I held onto her, my arms behind her back as we both tried to catch our breath. The moment cooled along with the air around us. The time came to face what had happened and whether it had changed us.

  I eased myself from her and rolled off to the side.

  Piper grabbed a sheet and tucked her legs under it, then burrowed down.

  I followed and a moment later we were laying on our sides facing each other with Piper’s hand on my cheek.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded again. “Are you?” I asked.

  Piper’s eyes closed lazily and she nodded back. “I’m fine.” She shuffled forward so that our noses were touching and kissed me. We lay there for a long time cuddling and basking in each other’s warmth.

  “What did his cock feel like?” I asked after a while.

  Piper gave me a funny look. She shrugged. “Like…just like a cock.”

  “He was bigger than me though.”

  She shook her head. “Maybe. I wasn’t really paying attention to that.”

  I know it was petty. From what Piper had told me about her previous relationships she’d never been a size queen. Still, there was some itch that I had needed to scratch by asking the question. I touched a hand to her cheek.

  Piper smiled.

  There was a lot to talk about but this didn’t seem like the time for it.

  The ocean stilled around us.

  We fell asleep.

  Chapter 9

  I woke the next morning to a warm sun, the sea lapping beneath me and the sound of Piper humming in the bathroom as she showered. I enjoyed a brief moment of serenity before the memories came rushing in.

  Visions of Simon behind Piper. The look on her face as she came over his cock. The way she’d offered me her thumb a moment before he was about to come instead of pushing him out. The danger of which had sharpened my arousal to a razor’s edge.

  Suddenly I needed to know we were okay. I leaped out of bed, jogged to the bathroom and threw the door open.

  Piper screamed. The shriek dissolved into slightly maniacal laughter as Piper clutched her chest.

  I opened the glass door to the spacious shower and stepped in.

  “You scared the shit out of me,” Piper said, slapping me on the chest.

  I reached out and wrapped my hands around her and brought her close.

  She softened as she gazed up into my eyes.

  “Sorry,” I whispered as I leaned closer to kiss her.

  Piper cocked her head to one side. She opened her mouth, then paused. “For what?” she whispered.

  I gazed into her blue eyes. “For scaring you.”

  Her smile widened. “Good,” she said. “I’m glad it’s that. Are you okay?”

  I nodded as I contemplated the question. “I think so.” I replied.
/>   “You think?” she asked.

  “It’s strange, isn’t it?”

  “What is?”

  The shadow of a feeling passed through me but was gone in an instant. There wasn’t time to put a finger on what it was. “It’s strange that happened. Do you feel different?”

  “Maybe a little more stretched than usual?” Piper said with a wry smile.

  Hearing her say it hurt a little. It must have shown on my face.

  “Oh Tom,” she said, pressing a palm to my cheek. “I’m sorry. I was just being silly.”

  I lowered my eyes and felt a little sheepish for being so touchy. I felt a little raw inside.

  Piper didn’t say anything else. She let her hand glide down my body and turned me around so that warm water was splashing across my back. Then she sank down onto one knee and picked up my swelling cock.

  She studied it for a while. Her eyes raked over engorging reddened flesh. Then she flicked out her tongue and gazed up into my eyes.

  There was a part of me that didn’t want this. I wanted to talk things through, to try and parse what had happened together so that we were on the same page.

  But Piper looked so hot, her tits glistening with water, her ass pushed out. Whatever I needed to get off my chest could wait.

  I groaned as she slipped me into her mouth. She let her mouth glide back and forth over my cock in long, languid strokes. Her fist was wrapped around the base and followed her lips surrounding my now hard column of flesh in moist heat.

  As I hardened Piper sped up. She began bobbing faster and pushing my cock deeper into her mouth.

  I felt the tip kiss the back of her throat and watched her gag. “Baby you don’t have to…”

  But Piper pushed my hand away. She put both of hers on my thighs and opened her mouth a little. The guttural sounds of my cock plumbing her throat drifted up.

  I won’t say it wasn’t hot. Piper wasn’t normally into this kind of thing, the filthier side of fucking. It was an unexpected and very arousing departure from her usual self.

  Piper stared up into my eyes as she fucked my cock with her mouth like a porn star.

  Watching my wife, my sweet Piper acting like a slut had me frothing and ready to come in no time. “Baby,” I whispered to try and let her know I was about to blow.