Relationship Counseling

Amanda's face turned mischievous in a flash. She took a step to close the distance to him. When her legs parted, her hands naked down and two fingers darted across her bare lips and inside, eliciting a gasp and a sly smile. She pulled them back out and even from where I was sitting I could see she must be soaked.

"Since I put these panties on, my pussy has been weeping tears of joy." Her fingers were slick with her juices and some even hung off in thick strands from the tips. She brought them to her mouth and wiped across leaving her lips now coated. He didn't need to be goaded any more; he took her and kissed her passionately, both of them moaning in pleasure.

In a flash her hands were at his waist, tugging at his belt in determination. The intensity of their kissing only increased. She fell to her knees and worked his jeans and briefs over his ass, engulfing his cock in her mouth. "God you're so good at that", he moaned. "If that didn't feel so amazing I'd drag you back up here to kiss you some more. Your pussy tastes exquisite."

He tried to maneuver his pants down his legs without interrupting the blow job. When everything pooled around his ankles, Amanda disentangled his pants, socks, and briefs and he stepped out of them. He pulled his shirt over his head and stood naked before her. All the commotion shifted my viewing angle and now I could actually see my wife's face pressed tight against his crotch, lips stretched round the base of his cock while he ran his fingers through her hair.

David was leaning slightly forward looking down to watch the show as well. As a result, I couldn't really get a good look at him. I'm not sure why I felt that seeing his face was so important. Nothing else was left to the imagination. He was a fit guy--not bulging with muscles like a weightlifter but it was clear he looked after himself. He had the kind of ass that women discretely check out at bars, currently clenched firm as he gently thrust his hips into my wife's face. As Amanda pulled off his cock she wrapped a hand tight around its base and concentrated on the head to catch her breath. His cock was about 6-7" and average girth, not too different than my own, but what really made it stand out was the size of its head. The head was deep purple from all the stimulation and easily an inch wider than the shaft. It looked like an angry, giant, purple mushroom attached to the end.

And it was obvious that Amanda loved it.

David was alternating between watching my wife's talented mouth work his knob and throwing his head back with a sharp intake of breath trying to maintain control. Amanda worshiped the fat head of his cock--one moment licking the crown, another tonguing his slit, but mostly forming her mouth into a tight O and popping that huge thing in and out of her lips while he groaned and held a huge clump of her long hair in a tight fist. Slurping and popping noises filled the room.

In a move that was so fast it startled both me and Amanda he let out a savage growl, bent over, grasped her by the arms, and lifted her enough to basically throw her onto the bed. She squealed in excitement as he quickly followed her, flipped her legs up over his shoulders and buried his cock in her. It was almost a single fluid motion from blowjob to balls deep inside her.

Amanda roared in delight as he penetrated her. "Fuck I love how that thing feels the first time you push it in! Your head hits me in all the most amazing places." She kicked off the heels and let her stockinged feet rub against his cheeks as he pumped into her. This was it. This was the image that I'd been fantasizing about since we started this game. My wife on her back, full of cock; a strange man thrusting in and out of her pussy; me in the perfect position to watch her pussy gripping his shaft, his ass flexing as he slammed into her, her toes curling with pleasure... God, if that wasn't already too much, I hadn't even thought about the sounds and smells that completed the whole scene.

Amanda's hands were all over her tits, pulling obscenely on her nipples through that sexy bra. The rough fucking he was giving her slowed as he released the firm grip he held on her hips. Instead of slamming her into him as hard as he was giving it to her, one of his hands moved to her pussy and gave her clit some well deserved attention. My quiet wife was slinging four letter words like a trucker on speed as he brought her to her peak. I was riveted... I'd never been able to observe her pleasure the way I could now, completely removed from the action. It was magical.

Even though I'd never had this perspective, I still knew her signs better than anyone... Well... I'm not sure that sure that was still true, but whatever. As she got close her feet started arching and twitching and she got incredibly quiet. She always held her breath right as she approached the edge, trying to ride that moment as long as she could before she tumbled over into orgasm. Her legs went rigid and I knew she was there. Her hands desperately sought his hips; it wasn't clear whether she wanted him to bury himself all the way or to keep up the steady rhythm he was keeping.

A piercing scream echoed off the walls that I was pretty sure would be heard from the street if anyone happened to be passing by. If she had been thinking he'd stop or even slow the pace, she was mistaken. He left her clit and went back to gripping her hips to increase the power of every thrust. She was flopping limply like a rag doll as he assaulted her pussy. It wasn't even another full minute and she started chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I caught her hand dive back to her own clit and within seconds she rolled into a second, intense climax.

I was so fucking uncomfortable in this fucking closet, but FUCK was this the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. Her first peak was fast and fierce; this was steady and seemed to go on forever. I could see her cunt grasping his shaft in time with her moans. He gave up on full thrusts and just pushed himself as deep as he could go inside her and used the pressure of his hips to keep the motion going.

"No, no, no... not yet! Oh, god... I'm cumming!" I smiled, glad that he was human after all. What man could hold it off under that stimulation? David's cries almost sounded like he was in pain as I stared intensely at their juncture. I counted the spurts as I watched his balls tense and squirt six, then seven times. Her spasms continued to milk every drop from him as their pleasure faded.

Amanda had come back to earth and was coaxing him through his orgasm with soft encouragement. If I closed my eyes I could hear her saying all the same things when we made love.

"Yes, baby, that's it. Fill me up. Fill me with your cum. So good. Make me a nice creampie for hubby... I can't wait for him to eat it back out of me."

Well, maybe not that last part.

When he was spent he maneuvered her legs to his waist and lowered himself on to her. She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her ankles to hold him tight. I could hear both their labored breathing but their words were now just lovers' whispers. Oddly, this was the hardest part for me. I could see them cuddling and the way he nuzzled into her hair just as I do as I'm recovering from our lovemaking. The soft cooing and kissing noises seemed more intimate than the fact that I could still see his cock spearing her messy cunt--his softening cock in her cheating pussy. A thick froth of their combined juices clung around the base of his cock and surrounded her entrance. For reasons that I'm sure I'll spend hours overthinking this turned me on while the whispers cut to the quick. The thought that in a few short minutes I'd have my face buried in that same spot pulled me out of a tailspin of doubt.

As the energy subsided in the room I looked at my watch: ten minutes to 7:00. I'm sure we all knew that I'd be "home soon". Confirming that, Amanda glanced at the nightstand and startled. "Shit... he's going to be home any minute. You have to go."

Dutifully he pulled out eliciting a gasp from both of them. Amanda immediately clenched her legs together hiding the view I'd been waiting to see, presumably to keep as much of my 'pie' in the oven so to speak. David flopped over to one side and rolled off of the bed to search for his clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his socks on then found his briefs and pants and stood up to pull them up.

Amanda startled us both when she called out, "Wait!" He was just close enough that she was able to grasp him and pull him alongside her spot on the bed. With surprising agility she pulled him close while keeping her legs tightly together to avoid spoiling my treat. "I'm going to miss your cock so much! Ms. Nikita was so right about that."

She had him in her mouth before either of us had figured out her intentions. He gasped as I'm sure his cock was still super sensitive, but that didn't last long. She attacked him ferociously and gave him the most intense, desperate blowjob I could even imagine. He was hard again in an instant, eliciting a moan of delight from her otherwise occupied mouth. I could see her watching the clock as she blew him.

She was taking an incredible risk and she knew it. I'd never once been even a minute late from our arrangements. She threw everything she had into it--massaging his balls with one hand, jerking him with the other, and bobbing on his cockhead like her life depended on it. He was responding--fuck, this blowjob could have woken the dead--but time was not on her side. Her eyes darted from him to the clock and back again.

7:00.

No stopping. He was getting close, though. His hands went to her hair when it was imminent. She had an asscheek clenched in each hand and was essentially forcing his hips so he fucked her mouth with abandon.

7:05.

Finally he surrendered to her mouth and forced her head down til he was impaled in her throat and unloaded. It was quick and intense and it was over. She pulled back, strands of spit and cum linking her lips to his shining cock. Cum dripped down her lips and ran onto her chin.

Not a moment passed before she practically shouted, "GO!!! Get out now! You have to go."

He had his shirt on in an instant and didn't even bother trying to tie his shoes before stumbling from the bedroom with a backward glance and a last parting thought: "You are amazing, Amanda. I'll miss you."

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My whole body was on fire as the seconds passed. We both heard the door slam and knew he was gone. Amanda thought she was alone and breathed an enormous sigh of relief. She'd managed not to get caught, despite the incredible risk she'd taken. I knew otherwise and could barely think with the intensity of emotions and arousal and adrenaline coursing through my body.

"Fuck, how do I get out of this getup now without leaking everywhere?" She looked down over her sweaty body, still wearing her lingerie, even if it was looking a little disheveled at this point. Whenever I'd come home she was always naked, not dressed like a high-class hooker. But now... in that moment... she looked beautiful to me.

I steeled myself, summoning confidence for the next step, and stood up quietly. My knees ached but it was drowned out by the surging hormones pushing me forward. With a deep breath I swung open the closet door.

The next few seconds felt like an eternity. Amanda screamed. Her eyes flashed through surprise, confusion, and then ultimately outright fear. Her hands went to her breasts instinctively to hide herself. I stepped from the closet and paused to let my eyes fully adjust to the light.

Our eyes locked and her expression was one that I simultaneously treasure as an important moment in our fantasy life and that I pray I'll never see again in our lifetimes. Before I could let her process or assume the worst I pressed forward.

"You lying, cheating whore.... Show me."

Still in fear she slowly opened her knees, legs shaking as she went, until I could see her flushed, swollen pussy puffing out at the edges of those obscenely open panties. Strings of cum clung to her lips and David's thick, white deposit were pooling at the bottom of her slit.

My hands were a blur as I stripped my clothes off. I was on the bed before she could respond. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her forward and upward. Another quick motion and a pillow propped up her hips--partially for her comfort and partially to keep any more of that creampie leaking onto the sheets, damnit! I'd been building to this moment for six months and now I was in the moment... the culmination of the fantasy I never knew I had. Without hesitation I dove into her sex. My tongue snaked it's way inside her scooping up whatever mixture I could reach, swallowing it greedily and forcing my tongue deeper and deeper as my arousal plateaued in the most amazing place and just let me ride wave after wave of pleasure.

Amanda took several moments to recover from the shock and confusion and arousal and shame. And probably eleven more emotions that washed over her in just a few seconds time. The heat pouring off of her was intense, that was definitely new, and there was a freshness to his cum that almost made his flavors overpower hers. Frozen at first, some combination of arousal and relief brought her back to me. The first sign was a sign of surprised pleasure--catching her whole self off guard--then a leisurely moan as she relaxed into my tongue. Her hands came to the back of my head, stopped for a moment to gently stroke my hair, and then pushed me forcefully harder onto her sex as her arousal took over.

I sucked her clit like I needed it to survive. My tongue flicked across it insistently as I focused on my own need. I needed her to cum--quickly, savagely, and by my doing. It was all so intense she crashed over the edge before either of us expected. My ears rang from the rising, pulsing scream that announced and punctuated her cumming. Reason returned so I slowed my onslaught and began to tenderly lick, kiss, and suckle her whole mound. She caressed my scalp returning the gentle motions.

"Baby... baby, there's more coming..." she gasped breathlessly.

I repositioned myself tonguing her slit and probing with a stiff, thrusting motion.

"Shhhh.... shhhhh.... patience baby. It's coming. I can feel it flowing." I flattened my tongue and pressed it against her pussy. She pushed with her arms to lift up and sat up over me.

Our eyes locked for a second time.

The fear was gone--replaced by a look of amazement and love.

Gravity took over and two huge gobs of David's cum emerged, pooled, and were greedily lapped up in rapid succession.

"That's it baby... swallow it all. All his cum. Get it all."

I was moaning into her, saliva and everyone's combined juices running down my chin. It was done. I'd licked her clean. Her pussy still looked wrecked from David's intense ploughing. That didn't stop me one bit from the next step in fulfilling *my* need. The score wasn't in my favor: David... 2, Amanda... 3. Steve? Zero. I lifted myself and flipped her legs over my shoulders just as he had done. Her pussy was so open that my cock glided in effortlessly. Part of me wished that I'd sank into her first to feel what it was like to be awash in his cum. True sloppy seconds. The lingering taste in my mouth of pussy and cum reminded me otherwise.

Never before and never sense have I summoned the stamina to fuck her the way I did. Harder than steel and so sensitive that every nerve firing felt like pure pleasure bursting all over my skin... I felt an energy that I wish I could bottle as I pounded into her over and over. My hands were clenched almost into fists, gripping the soft flesh around her hips to push her onto my cold that much deeper and harder. No question, there were going to be bruises. And yet, I held my orgasm at bay. It was an almost zen-like experience, practically detached from my body.

Amanda was along for the ride at this point. I don't think I could have stopped if I tried. It was primal. Amanda watched me in awe, mouth hanging open, slack-jawed, and gasping in time with my thrusts. I'm pretty sure she was wincing with the intense fucking fastly following intense fucking. The thought registered, but I kept at it... almost there.

When I passed the point of no return my breath caught in my throat and I thought I might pass out from the lack of blood and oxygen to my brain. I tried to call out... to warn her... but no sound came out. My hips took over in a desperate attempt to bury my cock in her as deep as I could manage. I collapsed onto her as my body shook, ass twitching, cock pumping. Despite the overwhelming instinct to breathe my mouth found Amanda's and we kissed feverishly as I rode out my orgasm.

Through tears and gasps for air, I whispered into her ear slowly, softly, repeating the phrase over and over: "I love you. I love you. I love you." She gripped me tight as we lied there.

"I love you, too. You're really ok? I thought... I thought...." her voice tapered off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

"I'm more than ok. I'm so in love with you in this moment that my heart is full to bursting, babe. Shhhh... we'll talk later, I promise. Just hold me please."

We dozed off for a while, waking around midnight starving but smiling. After downing sandwiches and beer, we ended up back in bed telling each other about the experiences from our own perspectives, filling in the gaps. Amanda leaned into the headboard with her legs spread wide so I could press my back into her. She wrapped her legs around me as best as she could and gave me a frustratingly soft, slow handjob as she told me about how Ms. Nikita had made the introduction and supervised their first time together. Each time David came in her she brought me almost to the edge to enrich the story and again as I relayed how I felt each time in all the different variations of our script.

Finally, we arrived at the end. Somewhere around two, as she described what it was like as I fucked her into next month, she finished me off, letting me spurt cum all over her hand and the bed. Looking at the multitude of wet spots and her clinging, sweaty lingerie, I weakly suggested we should shower and abandon the bed for the guest room but she just pulled me over and we nuzzled together to slip back into our dreams.

Right as I was drifting off I wondered to myself: what will Ms. Nikita have in store for us next?