eliottsky
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I'm forty years old. My wife Alyssa is thirty. I'm over six feet tall and she's about five feet. We have a special relationship. I should say that I'm a relatively good-looking professional, but my wife is a gorgeous Italian voluptuous knockout, and she knows it. She also knows that my weakness for her beauty is something for her to exploit. If it isn't obvious, I'm quite submissive by nature. I don't know why. I just am.
One night while my wife was getting dressed, she informed me that we were going to have a special guest over this particular evening. Apparently this guest was our old friend Omar, recently divorced. My wife casually advised me that we would be spending the night at home this evening, "consoling" Omar.
I couldn't help but notice that Alyssa had really done herself up for this event. She was wearing a tight micro miniskirt that really showed off her round ass to good effect. On top she wore a pink Lycra blouse, tight, with the top few buttons open, revealing a red satin push up bra. My Alyssa is a full 36-D and her tits looked absolutely fantastic! Her lips bore a dark shade of red; serious, stern and quite sultry. Her new thigh-high leather boots accentuated the length of her legs and melted into her silk stockings, leading any wandering eyes up the curves of her swaying ass. Her heels must have been about three or four inches high. Alyssa never wore anything like this before, even though I used to ask her to wear boots like this for me.
I filled with jealously at the prospect of another male witnessing her voluptuous charms and I spoke out in complaint. "Honey, don't you think you're a bit "overdone" for this evening? I mean we're staying home, right?"
"Oh don't be such a baby!" she reprimanded. "You know I always like to look good," as she continued to apply her lip liner.
"Why, do you have to prove something to Omar?" I said defiantly.
Suddenly, her face darkened. I wished I could have taken back my words. Without hesitation she walked right up to me and slapped me hard across my face. She pointed her finger and scolded "don't you ever open your mouth up to me like that again. Is that understood?" she said, clearly angered by my insolence. Positioning her hands on her hips, intentionally emphasizing her feminine curves, she repeated: "I said is that understood?"
I weakened. "Y-Yes honey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overreact. I know its immature. But sometimes I just can't help it. It's just that you're so beautiful..."
"Oh shut up already!" she exclaimed, cutting me off and waving her hand in cold-hearted dismissal. "I'm tired of hearing your bullshit all the time. Just listen to what I say, and don't give me any back-talk. You know you really know how to drive me crazy sometimes."
I smiled nervously, trying to break her flash of anger. "I'm sorry Alyssa. Really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, honey. Honestly," I assured.
"Okay" she said, lightening up. Now let's make sure I really look good. Can you go on your knees for a minute?"
"What?" I said, in disbelief. Her look quickly changing to annoyance. "Yes!" I quickly replied. "Of course honey!" I said in anxious compliance, dropping to the floor before my lovely princess was to change her mind.
She arched her round ass towards my level face. Seductively. Peering out from over her shoulder, she innocently inquired "How does my ass look? "
"Oh God, Honey. It really looks amazing! Just perfect. Your skirt is so hot looking its driving me nuts! Really, really beautiful!" I assured her.
"I know," she said smiling. "I just like to hear it all the time."
Feeling more generous now, my Alyssa offered, "Okay. I know what you want. Go ahead, " she said charitably. "Kiss my ass but don't wrinkle my skirt or make it wet."
From my position beneath her, it was music to my ears. My special reward for what was to be a night of unconditional compliance. I carefully worshiped her ass so as not to violate her orders. "Oh god, Alyssa. Can I please go under your skirt?" I begged. "Please! I just want to see those new panties I bought for you. Please?" I again begged.
"No," she said authoritatively. Now getting slightly annoyed. "That's enough. Now fix me."
Immediately I stopped kissing her ass. As instructed, I carefully smoothed out her Lycra skirt, taking ample advantage of the opportunity to rub the soft round globes of her ass while doing so. I dreaded if my Alyssa planned on giving our "guest of honor" more liberties this evening than I would be permitted.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "Go get it," she said sternly. It's Omar. Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes."
OMAR. That lousy two-timing bastard. He cheated on his wife Marnie until she finally filed for divorce. Alyssa always said that Marnie used to talk about how "big" he was, and that when he would fuck her, he would almost split her in two. How could I forget my Alyssa teasing and taunting me about the prospect of her and Marnie having a threesome with Omar. About how my Alyssa always fantasized about being fucked by a man with a huge cock. Maybe even two men at the same time. Marnie apparently told Alyssa that Omar was about 9 inches, which would dwarf my own five and a half.
I ran to the door making sure that Omar didn't have to ring twice, which would have infuriated Alyssa. Luckily, I got there in time.
I greeted him, not knowing what to really say. He was holding a bouquet of red roses, obviously intended for Alyssa. "Come in, Omar" I said. "How are you? Please, make yourself comfortable" I said as I ushered him into our living room, towards our loveseat. Omar placed the flowers on our coffee table. "I never like to come anyplace empty-handed" he said, obviously looking to diffuse any possible confrontation with me, the jealous husband.
"I was sorry to hear about you and Marnie" I consoled. As I continued to talk, Omar's eyes lifted and shifted towards the staircase where my lovely wife was making her way down.
Omar rose past me, paying no mind, and walked quickly over to greet my Alyssa. They embraced like long-lost friends, and he kissed my Alyssa on both her cheeks, prim and proper, but casually allowed his hands to run down the nape of her neck and back, as they spoke. I was glad that my wife was there to console him. Since they were speaking Italian, I didn't really understand what they were saying. However, it seemed to afford Omar the liberty of lazily drifting his hands down the arch of Alyssa's back, coming to rest upon her voluptuous ass. He gently cupped her cheeks, as they continued to speak nonchalantly to each other in Italian.
I wanted to kill him for his gall, but Alyssa was flushed positively, and obviously approved of his conduct. I stood in place, stunned.
Lucky for me my wife took immediate control of the situation. "David darling. Go get Omar something to drink," she said curtly.
"Yes, of course, honey." I gingerly replied, relieved that my wife had just broken the tension. As I departed, I watched Omar's arm wrap around Alyssa's shapely waist, just as I exited into the kitchen.
By the time I made my way back into the living room, Omar was sitting on the loveseat, and Alyssa was standing beside him, fawning over the roses he brought.
"David, did you see the lovely roses Omar brought us?"
"Yeah, I saw them," I said begrudgingly.
"That was just so sweet of you" she animatingly said to Omar, now leaning over to him to give him an obligatory "thank-you" kiss. The flowers were actually quite beautiful and I remember thinking, how much my wife loves roses.
I couldn't help but notice Alyssa's beautiful tits straining through the open buttons of her Lycra top, still encased in her satiny bra, as she leaned in.
Omar was eye level with Alyssa's plunging cleavage, and seemed to flush bright red from her close proximity. He obviously was afforded a better view than me, and I was again gripped by jealously.
Without waiting for my approval, my Alyssa pressed her inviting lips to Omar's for a lingering kiss that lasted for at least an alarming two seconds. She balanced herself with her hands on Omar's broad muscular shoulders. I was about to do something to stop it, just before they broke their kiss. "Oh my god!" I thought to myself. Had my lovely wife actually slipped her tongue into his mouth? I just couldn't tell for sure. Instead, I continued to stand dumbfounded and awkward.
Alyssa was obviously getting hot. She stood straight up to regain her composure, straightening her tight skirt, though she was still quite flushed. She took the bouquet of flowers and leaned down to put them in our empty floor vase, now giving Omar a bird's eye view of the lovely panty-clad ass he was casually holding just a few moments ago. My Alyssa's skirt had innocently risen to reveal her matching bikini lace panties and the shapely globes of her ass cheeks standing proudly above the tops of her silk stockings. Omar's mouth hung open in amazement. He returned to his gaze after making just millisecond eye contact with me, to see if I was equally enjoying the view. I was mortified that he lay witness to such a scene.
After positioning the flowers, Alyssa approached me and took Omar's drink, informing me to "go sit down and relax." I listened to my wife, and took a seat on our sofa, opposite Omar. The air in the room was thick and musky. The sexual tension was like trying to avoid an elephant in the room.
I made room for my wife, but she decided instead to take a seat on the armrest of Omar's loveseat. She told me that she wanted to sit close to Omar to "hear all the juicy details" of his recent history, and I certainly wasn't about to stop her from her duty to console him. The seating arrangement obviously required my Alyssa to again balance herself by putting one hand on Omar's shoulder, innocently jutting out her magnificent chest towards him, offering him her lush curves, as they spoke.
Alyssa can be very helpful sometimes. And so when Omar's boyish hair started to fall towards his face, my Alyssa was there to run her fingers through it, to push it to the wayside, all while smiling towards Omar and nodding her head, in agreement with what he was saying. They spoke in Italian, paying no mind to me and obviously didn't feel I needed to be included in the conversation anyway. I'm sure it was something personal that I didn't really need to know.
Omar seemed to be relaxing now. It was becoming obvious to him that something was going on; something that I obviously did not object to. As he spoke to my Alyssa, he allowed himself to place his right hand on the back of her luscious ass, to give her thoughtful additional support as to ensure that she maintained her balance. I was glad, but soon became alarmed as it appeared to me that he was not only supporting her, but gently patting and even squeezing her ass.
"David" my wife called out. "Why don't we all watch a sexy movie?" she said in a half-joking half-serious tone. "I mean its probably been such a while since Omar's been with a sexy girl, right Omar?" she quizzed.
Omar was beet red. He didn't know what to say. As he shook his head from side to side offering up some response, my Alyssa quieted him by putting her hand to his lips, telling him to "shush." "David," she repeated, slightly more agitated.
I had learned that my Alyssa never should need to tell me things more than once. "Y-yes.. Of course honey. Great idea," I said. "We should all relax and enjoy this evening." I rose from my seat and quickly located some old movie that we used to use to "do the trick" for us when the mood was just right.
My Alyssa had me darken the lights so that it would be "just like we were in a theater." Now she decided to get more comfortable, as she rightfully should, and shifted from the arm of the loveseat, right onto Omar's lap, ringing her hands gently around his neck. "I'm not hurting you, am I Omar?" she asked innocently, pouting her lips.
"Uhh, no. Not at all" was his reply. "Good!" she said with a smile. "I love this movie!" she exclaimed, now settling in on Omar's lap.
My eyes were of course riveted to the off-screen action. Omar, now much more emboldened by my submissive behavior and the darkened room, had decided to push the situation a little further. I watched with bated breath as he slowly snaked his hand inside my sweet Alyssa's open blouse, to feel the full weight of her luscious tits still encased in her red satin bra. I thought I could hear a trace of my Alyssa starting to gently moan, against the backdrop of the noise coming from the television. I could feel my heart pounding with twangs of jealousy.
Alyssa seemed to shift her weight so that she was actually sitting on what had to be Omar's fully erect cock, straining through his pants. I could see her ass rhythmically moving and Omar's free hand now consoling my Alyssa, across her back. It seemed that the couple could no longer hide their passion for each other, and so Omar pulled my Alyssa's face towards him, pressing his lips to hers in a full mouth open kiss. I sat up in my chair, completely stunned.
I could see both their heads moving slowly, as their tongues entwined and engaged in a teasing dance of seduction and taboo. Omar, now taking the lead, opened another button on my sweet Alyssa's blouse, determined to have his way, gently pushing her lovely teats out of their confinement and into his awaiting mouth. He suckled on first her right teat, then her left, alternating between them, as my Alyssa cupped his head against her, shielding him from my view.
"David" my wife said. "I need you to go in the kitchen to fix us some nice snacks for the movie. It shouldn't take you more than about fifteen minutes" my wife advised."
My heart was snapping. But still, I had no choice. "Yes, honey." I said. "Sure I will. Omar, please excuse me. I'll be back shortly," I said courteously. My wife obviously approving of my quick exit.
Peering out from our kitchen, Omar and Alyssa were like two attached silhouettes, against the flashy blue lights coming from the television. Their anxious hands were moving far more quickly now, and Omar was motioning - pushing my sweet Alyssa down towards his straining cock, desperate to free it of its confinement.
My Alyssa wasted no time in undoing Omar's pants, and his cock seemed to spring to life through his boxers, pointing straight up towards the direction of my Alyssa's hot mouth. I could see her smile at Omar, in obvious approval. Her luscious tits hung heavy over her satin bra, still attached, dangling towards Omar's region. She cupped his balls through his boxers, and peeled the top of his boxers back, revealing his huge stiff cock. Faking an open-mouth surprised look of shock at the size of his stiff penis, she seductively said to him "oh my god! I guess someone's happy to see me. Now, what should I do, Omar? Should I put it in my mouth?" Omar, now begging her, "yes baby! Please, I need to feel it in your mouth. Please, before your husband comes back honey!"
Alyssa flashed her smile and then went down on Omar as if to put out a burning fire. From my position by the kitchen I was able to make out Alyssa's petite head bobbing up and down on Omar's thick shaft, taking moments to tease him by flicking it across the length and diameter with her tongue. This continued for about five long minutes.
Omar, apparently could not deal with the teasing, and got slightly more aggressive with her. He bunched up her long flowing hair into a ponytail and decided to use it as a handle. Now it was he, that guided my wife, her mouth full with his thick cock, as he fucked her face good and hard, disregarding her whimpers of ecstasy.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell if he was hurting her, or even if he was, if that was what she wanted. He was rougher than I had ever been with her. I was transfixed and simply could not bring myself to re-enter the room. I'm ashamed to say my own cock was now rock hard.
Finally, Omar decided he could have no more of this obvious foreplay. "Enough! I have to have you now. NOW!" he said to her. My angel, still moaning with desire, quickly rose up from Omar and he wasted no time in pulling down her tight skirt and panties in one shot. He helped her to remove them from her legs and briefly held her panties to his nose, taking in the full scent of my wife. A privilege previously enjoyed by only me.
Still sitting on the loveseat, Omar crouched his own boxers and pants down and off of his ankles before pulling my Alyssa by her ass, again, onto his lap, this time no longer separated by their clothing.
Slightly impaled on Omar's large penis, my Alyssa cried out in pain and ecstasy. "Wait Omar! Wait!. It's too big!" she said sobbing. Slightly frustrated, Omar, began a more gentle but rhythmic thrusting up and down, inside my sweet Alyssa, gripping her lovely ass on his continuous journey through her unexplored womanhood.
Alyssa still sobbing and moaning in wanton lust, as Omar's cock slowly started to make its way further and further inside her, until she was finally fully impaled upon him. Briefly, the couple again explored each others mouths with their tongues, giving my Alyssa a chance to adapt to the full size of Omar's throbbing manhood.
As they kissed, Omar began to pump Alyssa again, this time harder and faster. He moved his mouth back down towards her milky white teats, and tried to time it just right to kiss and suckle them each time they bobbed up and down in time with his own thrusts.
My Alyssa was now screaming out at Omar in Italian. I couldn't understand it until she was screaming at him to cum inside her. Omar was fucking her fast and furious and Alyssa's tits were bouncing in his face. I heard Omar squeal out in ecstasy as he obviously emptied his balls and injected my wife with a flood of his semen. My Alyssa was also screaming, as I had surmised that she was experiencing a rather intense orgasm of her own..(to be continued). What had I become? Here was my wife literally attached to another man.
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