Bluebeard’s wife

“Yes!” I wiggled back against his cock, feeling his hardness pressed against the crack of my ass. “I want it all… everything… I want you…” I could feel Kelly’s hand reaching between my legs, nudging John’s cock towards my wetness. She stroked him as she rubbed the head against my slit, aiming.

“Oh God!” He groaned as she lifted my leg further, teasing the entrance of my pussy with the tip of him.

“She wants it.” Kelly rubbed my clit with her fingertip, making me shiver. “Fuck her, John. Fuck your little slut wife.”

The words made both of us moan, and then John was curling around, moving inside of me, his thick length filling me from behind.

Kelly’s hand pressed my thigh up further, and I felt her breath against my lower belly as she moved around to watch as he fucked me. Now I could see that the fingers of her other hand were lost in her own flesh, panties pulled aside, rubbing her clit, lightning fast. I could see the glistening wetness, could even smell her, that sweet musk, and it made my mouth water.

“Kelly!” I felt her mouth cover my mound, her tongue easing back and forth over my clit. John reached around and twisted my nipple in his fingers, making me arch him deeper of me.

“I want you to lick her, too,” John said into my ear, and I turned my face to his, seeing his eyes on Kelly’s fingers, moving in and out of her pussy now.

“Yes!” I groaned when he slid out of me so I could roll myself onto Kelly, straddling her face with my eager, spread thighs.

I couldn’t concentrate-it all felt too good. John’s cock plunged fast and hard into my open pussy, and Kelly’s mouth fastened over my mound, sucking my clit rhythmically between her lips. I tried to keep up the same rhythm on her clit, back and forth over that sensitive bud of flesh. I could feel her thighs trembling against my hands as I spread them open.

“Oh God, Kelly!” John moaned, and I wondered what she was doing to him. Then I found out. “Oh yeah, put your finger in my ass!’

I moaned against Kelly’s pussy, feeling my climax coming, but she beat me there. Her whole body shuddered with her orgasm, her hips bucking up so hard that I wrapped my arms around her to hold her still, my tongue working fast between her slit.

“Oh fuck!” John cried, his fingers gripping my hips hard and driving deeper.

“Yeah, Kelly, that’s good! Fuck my ass!”

The sound of his pleasure, the naughtiness of the act, sent me over the edge, too, and I came with Kelly’s tongue making fast little circles around my clit. My whole pussy spasmed with it, squeezing John’s cock with every delicious pulse as I gasped and clutched Kelly’s ass in my hands.

“I want your cum!” Kelly insisted, and then John wasn’t inside me anymore. Kelly had him in her hand, pumping him into her waiting mouth. I climbed off her, still trembling, and saw her finger working in my husband’s ass.

“Fuck!” John groaned again, his hips bucking forward, pressing the head of his cock against her lips. He was coming, white hot streams of it surging over Kelly’s chin

and neck. Her tongue moved over his cock, catching the last of it and making him groan. I inched my face toward them.

“Kiss me.” Kelly pulled my mouth to hers, our tongues mingling with the taste of John’s cum between us. It felt like being baptized as we rubbed our wet lips and cheeks together, and I could tell by the way he was watching us that things were different now.

We all collapsed onto the bed, then, Kelly on one side of him, me on the other.

John’s hand moved in my hair and he kissed the top of my head.

“Anything?” he asked again, drawing a shaky breath.

“Yes, my love…” I met Kelly’s smiling eyes and gave a contented sigh.

“Anything.”

He had a faraway look in his eyes. I had a feeling he was going to be pushing those boundaries soon, and the thought made me tingle all over.