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  The delicate whimper Heather emitted as her climax began was accompanied by a rough grunt from Kwabena. Their bodies seemed to slow, then stop completely, as if in a tableau.

  My eyes were drawn to the only two parts of them where motion remained. The root of his black snake and the pink lips encircling it, sealing it in. Both were pulsing in unison, his spitting a potent cocktail, hers drinking it in.

  I watched, enraptured by the lewd ballet of flesh.

  As the pleasure subsided they shuddered in unison and Kwabena began thrusting again. This time each withdrawal showed more of his cock coated in a slick cocktail of his semen and Heather’s frothy cream.

  They continued fucking until they both seemed completely drained. Then Kwabena settled onto her even more heavily.

  Heather didn’t seem to mind one bit. Her delicate fingers caressed up and down his back, her legs gliding along his until her calves settled on his.

  And there I had it. My wish had come true. But nothing about me felt sated. Never mind that all I wanted was to rip Heather from beneath him and fuck her myself. That much was obvious.

  Now that I’d seen this much, tasted what a whore my could be, all I wanted was another drink.

  Chapter Nine

  The cab ride back to the hotel was excruciating. Heather wore a very sleepy and somewhat bemused smile. She glanced at me from time to time and squeezed the hand she was holding.

  As soon as we fell through the door I threw myself at her, landing both of us on one of the beds, Heather on her back beneath me.

  She giggled and shrugged away as I sucked on her neck like a leech, hiking up the skirt she was wearing so I could get into her.

  I was sporting a raging erection and wanted nothing more than to shove it into her and bring myself to a hot release.

  As I tugged her underwear down her legs I caught a glimpse of a fleck of Kwabena’s cum crusted onto her pubes. I must have stared at it for moment too long.

  Heather giggled again and touched her palm to my cheek.

  I looked up and stared into her smiling eyes. “You let him come inside you,” I whispered. I’m not sure what I was expecting in response but it certainly wasn’t the smile she gave me.

  “Yeah. Sorry about that,” she said quietly.

  “Aren’t you even a little worried about that?” I asked.

  Heather shrugged. “I think it’s going to be alright.”

  I couldn’t resist the pull I felt to look at her pussy again. It was a filthy and absolutely mesmerizing sight.

  “You really get off on that, huh?” Heather whispered.

  I shook my head. “I…I don’t know what it is,” I stammered back.

  Heather paused and I could feel her watching me as I stared at her cunt. “Do you want to look closer at it?” she asked. “He’s still inside me.”

  He’s still inside me.

  The words lanced through me, stinging my insides. “Oh God, Heather. I can’t…I don’t know…” I still couldn’t bring myself to look up from her hole.

  “Go on then. Why don’t you take a look?” Before I could stop her she had reached down between her legs with both hands and spread the outer lips of her pussy apart. “It’s okay, Jay. I don’t mind,” she whispered.

  And so, though I was desperate to be inside her, my curiosity and her urging got the better of me. Sliding down the bed and between her legs, I laid eyes on her opening, peering into the darkness as if I might find the motivation for my depraved lust in there.

  Heather closed her eyes and clenched her pussy muscles. They made a sound like someone pushing saliva through their teeth. When she relaxed a dribble of Kwabena’s cream trickled out.

  I gasped as I looked up at her. What drew me so much to this sight was still a mystery but it was irresistible.

  “It’s okay,” she repeated. “You can touch it if you want.”

  I reached out with a slightly shaking hand until the tips of my fingers pressed against the still hot seed running out of her. The sticky liquid clung to my fingers as I pulled them away, staring at it.

  Heather raised herself up on her elbows, then sat up so her back was against the headboard. She reached out and took my wrist, staring into my eyes. “Come here,” she said.

  But instead of drawing me to her so I could stick my cock into her cunt, she put a hand on my cheek and pulled me lower.

  The heat of her palm was like a magnet and even though I knew what vile thing she had in mind I had no choice but to follow it.

  “That’s it,” she said, pulling me closer still until my mouth hovered just inches above her pussy. The acidic smell of her own sex was mingled with the heady, dank odour of Kwabena’s cock. “Put your mouth on it,” she ordered.

  I looked up at her.

  She was staring down with stern but loving eyes and her words left little room for argument or negotiation. And the strange thing was I didn’t want to argue or negotiate with her at all. I wanted to show her I loved her by obeying.

  I pressed my lips against her pussy. Hesitant at first, I pushed through my apprehension to bring my tongue out of my mouth. My first taste of Kwabena’s semen caused me gag and I nearly retched but I stifled that reflex, too.

  Instead I plunged deeper into her insides, eating her out and swallowing Kwabena’s deposit.

  Heather’s breathing had quickened and by the time I had finished her thighs were shaking against my cheeks.

  I tried to pull away but she locked me in place with her legs. “Oh, baby, no!” she yelped. “I’m almost there!”

  Though my jaw was hurting and my tongue sore, I craned my neck to reach her clit and started flailing at it.

  Heather’s hole clenched and squeezed as she approached orgasm. Finally, and right as I thought I wouldn’t be able to go on, she came with a shriek. I kept licking until she released me and put a hand on my forehead to push me away.

  Then, hauling her down onto her back, I scrambled between her legs, pressed the tip of my cock against her freshly cleaned slit and drove myself inside.

  The bed shook and banged against the wall as I fucked her and Heather held onto me with her arms around my neck.

  With the tension of everything I’d seen still tight in my loins, I came in no time, groaning at each rush of release as I drained myself into her cunt. I lingered in the moment for a few seconds, my brain still wallowing in the delightful cocktail of chemicals each climax brought.

  But as my pleasure waned, a finger of regret poked at my mind. I slid out and off of Heather and onto my side on the bed.

  She turned her head, then turned her body so she was facing me and smiled. Running her fingers through my hair she asked, “wasn’t that hot?”

  I smiled back at her, though I suspect she probably knew it was a bit forced. “It was…” I replied. But the way I said it made it feel unfinished, like there was more on my mind.

  Heather smiled a little more widely. “But?”

  I sighed. “Oh God, I don’t know, Heather. I just watched you fuck another man. I just…I just cleaned him out of you. I’m not sure how I feel about that now that I’ve come.”

  Heather continued to stare into my eyes, her fingers in my hair sending shivers down my back. “Yeah, I can see how you might have a different opinion about it now that it’s actually happened,” she said with a giggle. “But I really want to thank you.”

  “You do?” I asked.

  “I do.”

  “For what?”

  “For going through with it. For talking me into it and talking to Kwabena again and arranging everything.”

  I couldn’t quite recall if that was the way it had happened but I was happy that she was grateful.

  “I had an amazing time,” she whispered.

  That word twisted me a little, too. Of course I wanted her to have a great time, that was all part of it, but amazing? That was a little…too good? Was that it?

  “I’ve never felt a cock like that inside me.”

  I wasn’t sure
whether she knew how she was making me feel. I didn’t want to ruin the mood by telling her to lay off. But hearing how great another man’s cock felt inside your wife is sort of a mixed bag. Especially after we’d just had sex. Still, I did my best not to show my conflicted emotions.

  “Do you think he’d do it again?”

  The question sent a shiver racing down my spine. Not only because she was already thinking about next time. It was also because I was, too.

  Chapter Ten

  Unsurprisingly, Kwabena was more than amenable to enjoying Heather again. The next morning he met us with coffee’s in hand, smiling in the sunshine outside the hotel. “I thought I’d escort you to your office,” he said, handing Heather her coffee. “It’s such a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

  Heather giggled, took the offered cup and then, blushing, pecked his cheek with her lips.

  “Oh, how sweet!” Kwabena said, tilting his head.

  Perhaps it was but not for me. We had discussed none of this, none of how the after part would go. I had only ever fantasized about seeing Heather with someone else. Dealing with the aftermath hadn’t been a part of that fantasy. But I didn’t want to come off as a bad sport so I kept my mouth shut.

  I walked behind Heather and Kwabena as they chatted, not wanting to be rude or petty by trying to assert myself by muscling him aside.

  As it turned out, Kwabena spared us the trouble of asking whether he would be interested in another evening with Heather by inviting us over again himself. “So? Would you two care for a repeat of last night’s performance?” he asked, grinning.

  Heather’s eyes lit up.

  I opened my mouth only to realize I had nothing to say. I wanted to talk to Heather some more about what had happened and how it had made me feel but this was not the time or the place.

  “What do you think, Jay?” she asked. She was wearing her wild eyes again.

  “What do you think, Jay?” Kwabena echoed, smiling at me.

  For some reason Heather thought this wildly funny. She burst into laughter and Kwabena started chuckling along with her.

  I felt like an ass, not really getting the joke, so I smirked and decided to ignore what may have been a slight against me. “Sure. Why not?” I said, doing my best to sound nonchalant. As if the prospect weren’t making my stomach turn a little.

  “Excellent,” Kwabena rumbled in his low baritone. “But this time perhaps you don’t have to rush off?”

  The forced smile I’d put on faded. “Uh, what do you mean?” I asked.

  “I understand you’d like to be together afterwards. No problem. But why don’t you stay the night at my place? That way we can stretch the evening out a little more. Unless that’s too much for a work night?”

  Heather, who had been staring into Kwabena’s eyes as he spoke, let her gaze drift down his body. She paused at his mid-riff, no doubt imagining the muscle that had stretched her so thoroughly the night before. “I’m pretty sure it’ll be fine,” she said with chuckle.

  “Good. Then I’ll expect you at six for dinner.” He flashed her one last smile, then turned and walked off towards the street.

  I watched him go until I felt Heather press up against my arm.

  “You okay?” she asked. She was wearing a very earnest expression but something about the way she was looking at me gave me the impression that she didn’t really need to hear whether I was or not.

  Maybe it was just me.

  “I…I want to do this. It’s hot and I want to have fun but…”

  “But it’s a little scary, too, right?” she offered, raising an eyebrow.

  I nodded in reply.

  Heather stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine in a gentle kiss. “That’s what makes it fun,” she whispered. “I better get up there.” She turned and skipped up the steps of the building, leaving me standing in the blazing heat.

  Kwabena was ready with dinner when we arrived. He welcomed us with an aperitif and we all sat around the dining room table chatting.

  The alcohol helped unwind some of the tension that had been building inside me throughout the day. As dinner progressed I watched Kwabena inch his way around the table. By the time dessert rolled around he was sitting quite close to Heather.

  Heather either found him quite charming or was putting on a show because she smiled often and laughed at all of his jokes. Ever once in a while she would look up, her face illuminated by the flickering glow of the candles on the table, and smile at me.

  I appreciated that she did. My engorged organ betrayed how aroused I was by the situation. But my mind was clouded with worry. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t like the idea of her and Kwabena fucking again, it was more that I felt I’d had little say in the matter.

  With dessert out of the way, Kwabena leaned close to Heather and began to kiss her neck.

  She looked up and into my eyes. She was wearing a very strange, very penetrating stare.

  In that moment I felt her look into me like no one else ever had. It was as if she saw the true me, came to know me better than I knew myself.

  When Kwabena went to kiss her on the lips she rejected him, tilting her head to one side. “Just a second,” she said.

  He seemed a little surprised by the sudden change in her demeanour.

  Pushing her chair back, Heather stood up, moved it to one side, then lifted her leg and set one foot down on it.

  An electric arousal began to thrum through me as I began to realize what she was going to do.

  She looked over at Kwabena, staring at him the way a queen would at her subject.

  He understood almost immediately that she was asking him to stand up by the stare. He did, tilted his head and kissed her on the mouth.

  She allowed this to continue for a moment before giving his chest a gentle push. Their lips came apart with a wet smack. She guided him around her, until he was standing behind her and his hands were on his shoulders. Then she looked at me again and bent her index finger twice, indicating that I should approach.

  I stood up and did just that. Not only was I happy to be involved in the action this time, I was being driven absolutely wild by Heather’s commanding attitude. She was acting as if she owned everyone in the room and that was incredibly hot.

  I stepped up in front of her just as Kwabena’s lips began laying a trail of wet kisses along her neck.

  Heather gazed into my eyes, still searching, still discovering me. She put a finger on my chin and pulled me lower, towards her mouth. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue along them left to right.

  I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to kiss her so I stayed bent slightly forward, ready to obey whatever command that might come.

  “I can see you’re turned on,” she said.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “By the idea that I’m going to take another man into my body again?” she whispered.

  It was a crushingly arousing question. “Yes,” I repeated.

  Heather pulled me forward into a gentle kiss. She let her tongue wander into my mouth, then pulled back.

  Kwabena’s dark hands travelled along her shoulders as he pulled her hair to one side and took a long whiff of her neck.

  “I want you to make me ready,” Heather whispered. She reached down and began to bunch her dress up until her legs, then finally her underwear were exposed. “Lick me,” she said.

  I sank to my knees. I’d never really fantasized about being dominated, or submissive in any way but I now found it terrifically erotic.

  Heather pulled her underwear aside, exposing her thick bush and the glistening slit beneath it.

  I shuffled forward, craning my neck and contorting myself to get under her legs.

  Kwabena opened his eyes, his lips locked to her neck like a black vampire in mid-feed. He let go of her flesh and cracked a smile.

  With both of them staring at me, I opened my mouth and tasted Heather’s essence, lapping up the sticky mucus that dripped from her until her pussy was clean.
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  Heather turned her head and Kwabena closed his eyes to kiss her again. They kissed for a long time as I began twisting my tongue around her clit to try and make her come.

  When their kiss finally ended, Heather seemed no closer to a climax and my jaw was getting quite sore. Deciding that we should move things along, I pulled away and crawled back a few steps.

  Heather stared at me as Kwabena continued to kiss her neck. Her hand drifted up and touched his cheek. “Jay has something he wanted me to ask you,” Heather said quietly.

  Kwabena looked up, his dark eyes boring into me with a stare. “Is that so?” he asked.

  Heather nodded. “He wanted to know if we could have a little something to remember Africa,”

  Kwabena’s hands drifted up from Heather’s waist, each one coming up to cup one of her tits.

  A shudder passed through me at what Heather was about to say.

  She reached up, her hands settling on the backs of his, then lowered them until they were pressed against her belly.

  One corner of Kwabena’s mouth cracked into a wicked grin, followed by the other. He turned to look at me. “Is that what you’d like, Jay? A little present for you and your wife?”

  I closed my mouth and tried to swallow the dryness that had formed. I could not, for the life of me, utter a single word. I was completely under Heather’s spell.

  “Let’s go and get comfortable, shall we?” Kwabena said. Stepping around Heather he took her by the hand and led her towards the bedroom down the hall.

  I followed but it took a great strength of will to shake myself from my stupor. When I got to the room, Kwabena was undressing Heather, letting each piece of her clothing fall to the floor as he did.

  When she was naked, he began kissing her again, working down her neck, around her chest, down to her nipples. He suckled each of them as Heather ran a hand over the back of his head.

  “Go. Go onto the bed and spread your legs,” Kwabena said. He began unbuttoning his shirt as Heather did what he’d asked. He turned to look at me. “Go to her. Go to your wife. Hold her hand,” he ordered.