She moaned in my kiss as Sawyer tongued her.
I could tell she was getting anxious.
She broke our contact and looked down at him. ‘I can’t wait any longer.’
Sawyer didn’t answer her, he looked at me.
I was panting, dick so hard I thought it would burst. Why is he looking at me for approval? He has every right to just stick it in her. Maybe I would appreciate his deference later. Right now, I just wanted to see my wife’s pussy violated by another man’s cock and Sawyer had every prerogative to be the one doing it. I said, ‘Do it.’
He asked, ‘Condom?’
It wouldn’t be right if he did. It would be a violation of their sanctity. I said, ‘No.’
He looked neither pleased nor displeased. He simply moved up and gripped his dick. He rubbed it over her clit and lips, swirling it around and into the embrace of my wife’s pussy lips.
Alissa moaned low with need, heaving her hips up at him with hunger.
I could see the ease with which he positioned himself to enter her. Yes, they had definitely done this hundreds of times – it was that obvious. He was like a male ballet dancer to my ballerina bride.
Sawyer rewarded my barely restrained patience by pushing and inserting the thick head of his cock into my wife’s hole.
I marveled at the beauty of the initial insertion. I relished the sight of his very thick shaft fully hard and bridging the gap between his body and my wife’s. The head was inside; the shaft was the promise.
He eased forward, and his shaft slid straight, smooth, and true into my bride’s pussy.
Alissa let out a lingering sigh and she closed her eyes.
He sighed too as his hips met hers and his butt flexed to push for full penetration. ‘Feeling you again is… fantastic.’
My wife opened her eyes, looking up at him and just panting. She whispered, ‘I missed you.’
He pulled back once and I saw his erection glistening with her juices. He slid back in with a little more force, a touch more finality.
Another man’s cock had just moved in, out, and firmly back into my bride’s pussy and it was supremely sensual and noble.
I could not have imagined on the day of our wedding my wife underneath another man so soon after our vows. But here we were and I was watching with rapt euphoria and jacking my cock as another man fucked my eager bride.
I watched his hips move and his shaft slide smoothly in and out of my wife’s pussy. No, they weren’t fucking. Definitely not. They were making love.
They kissed and he held his thrusts in closer, keeping his dick deep in the pussy I had selfishly thought was mine alone.
She looked over at me after their kiss – her lips red and wet – and watched me stroke my erection. Her eyes went large, glazed, and then wide open. She drew in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut, bucking up furiously under Sawyer. She let out a small cry and then another louder one. She was cumming on another man’s cock and my heart soared inside my chest, tightening with excitement and pleasure.
He groaned louder, driven by her release. He looked over at me, his face flushed and his body trembling. ‘Pull out?’
It would be the wrong thing to do, and I knew it. I needed him to cum in her, as deep as he could, and reestablish his claim to my wife’s pussy. I needed to know his seed was in there. I said, ‘No.’
He gave a nod and began pumping. It wasn’t hard and forceful, it was long and deep. Even as she came down off her orgasm, they moved so perfectly together that it was almost a beautiful dance rather than a satisfying act of lust.
The mattress moved gently to his deep thrusts into my wife as he brought himself to consummating his passion.
He tensed and gasped. He pushed all the way in and began panting harshly. Sawyer let loose his orgasm deep inside my bride. He grunted for several seconds, squeezing and emptying his balls into my wife’s welcoming womb.
I groaned with satisfaction. It was good. It was very good. It was perfect.
He had treated my bride with the respect she deserved. Their copulation – their communion – was complete. He kissed her again for several seconds.
I felt honored.
Really honored.
All macho before I grasped the reality of the situation, I realized now how fortunate I was that I hadn’t wrecked everything.
Seeing him with his cock buried in my wife’s pussy and their mouths locked together, my cock began drooling heavily. I wasn’t even touching it. Precum oozed up, faster and faster until it was running out of my shaft like a weak water fountain stream. Then my cock jerked and flexed as I moaned. A large stream of watery cum shot upwards out of my dick.
Alissa looked over and saw it. With a small smile of satisfaction, she reached over and gently stroked my erupting erection. She said, ‘Enrique?’
I gasped, still shooting.
‘Is it okay if Sawyer stays tonight? With me? It’s been so long…’
My cock flexed again, swelling and spitting another stream up into the air in response. I nodded without words.
I needed him to stay with my wife. She needed it. All of us needed it.
I got off the bed and grabbed a towel to clean myself up.
They were cuddling on the bed when I went to the second bedroom.
