Here’s another post from a recent date night. DP is pure ecstasy for everyone involved. Either hole feels better with something in the other – tight yet pliable – and the friction of two cocks rubbing away inside my wife is mind-blowing.
It felt spectacular, but I came earlier than I wanted. I thought for sure he was about to cum so I didn’t hold back either. I blew my load even as my wife was begging for more. It turns out he wasn’t even close. I pulled out of my wife’s ass and sprayed a large load of semen across her back. She just kept grinding herself on his cock, barely changing rhythm as I dismounted the bed and resumed cameraman duties.
If you have a hotwife, or simply hotwife fantasies, you’ve probably at some point experienced an abrupt change of heart following orgasm. Salacious delirium gives way to sober prudence, and those lust-fueled kinks of a few moments earlier suddenly feel like terrible, embarrassing mistakes. I still sometimes experience those pangs of regret, even now. It’s never that acute of a feeling, and it always passes quickly. But every so often, immediately after orgasm, I feel a tinge of shame and I wish I’d never shared her with anyone. Watching her fuck in that state of mind amplifies the effect.
I got up from the bed and slunk back into a chair, camera in hand, and braced for those familiar waves of remorse. Everything in the room now felt kind of lewd. They continued to fuck each other, oblivious to my mood swing. I sat in silent torment as my wife bounced up and down on his big, strange dick, gleefully defiling herself to orgasm. I felt a dull and fleeting sense of loneliness as she came.
I totally underestimated that guy’s stamina. He was relentless. I wanted to get back in on the fun, but I was completely spent. For the next half hour I paced around the room, took pictures, and played with my mostly limp dick while he beat the living fuck out of my wife’s pussy.
I was horny again before I was fully hard, so I rejoined them on the bed and throughout the room, helping where convenient. I spread my wife’s ass cheeks open for him, then slid underneath her and suckled at her tits as they swung back and forth. I steadied her shoulders and rocked her backward onto his dick as she stood in front of him, bent over where he sat on the edge of the bed. And I otherwise played the supporting actor to his lead role in “Giving My Wife Multiple Orgasms.” Just when my erection finally returned in force and I was ready for another ride, he pulled off the condom and emptied his jizz on my wife’s pussy and stomach. End scene.
I cuddled up against her as he collapsed on her other side, my wife’s sweaty body between us. I lightly massaged the pools of his warm cum into her skin and she casually stroked my now ironically hard dick. As we shared post-coital small talk, I brought my fingers up to her lips. She opened her mouth and nonchalantly sucked his gooey seed from my thumb and fingers, never looking away from him as he described his weekend plans.
We had to leave soon and so did he. Since there wasn’t enough time for another round we called it a night. Dammit. By now I was crazy horny again and I didn’t want to go home sexually frustrated. I stayed in bed and openly masturbated as they got up and moved about the room. They politely pretended not to notice, even when talking with me, though I can imagine how obscene that must have looked to their eyes at that point. Fuck it, I wanted to cum. I could hear them talking and laughing in the shower as I furiously jacked myself off in a race to a second orgasm. By the time they returned to the room in towels I was getting up from the bed and bashfully holding a pool of semen in my left hand. My wife smiled and handed me her towel as I took my turn in the shower.