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It was as my husband was fucking me that I realised why sometimes it wasn’t so easy for me to reach orgasm with him. I needed to be wetter. We needed to give one another more time and effort. He was a big boy and for it to be good, we needed more patience. And then when it was good, it was always really good.
“How do we taste?” Caelan asked, right before withdrawing.
I couldn’t see what was happening, but when I heard Eric groaning and his tongue no longer licking me, I caught on.
“I want to watch,” I said, feeling like I was missing out.
“Let me get ma cock soaked with your cum and mine first, Flora. Then let’s watch him lick it all off.”
“Yes,” I groaned.
Eric moved off me and lay at my side sucking my breasts as Caelan pounded into my body. Meanwhile my husband held my legs open with his hands on the soles of my feet, my body rocking back and forth dramatically as I got properly fucked. Meanwhile Eric lazily rubbed my clit and I lay there letting all these things be done to me, sensation ripping through me constantly as I got fucked and kissed, then came, over and over, Eric’s finger hitting just the right nerves and my husband’s huge phallus filling me in all the right ways.
Caelan grunted and cried as he came and I saw in Eric’s eyes, the sight of it nearly made him come too, but he held onto his desire somehow, as if afraid his reaction might not be well received by Caelan.
When he withdrew, his huge cock glistened and dripped with his cum and mine. I saw Eric’s greedy eyes and watched as he shifted across the bed and lay on his back, his head right beneath Caelan’s balls. Caelan guided his cock downwards and let Eric’s mouth devour all that length and girth, not to mention the combination of our sexes. Eric had definitely sucked cock before, it was obvious. Caelan kept his eyes closed, probably telling himself it was me his cock was inside, not another man. I reached into my bedside drawer for my wand and stuffed it inside my pussy, frigging myself silly at the sight of them there, that enormous cock swallowed into Eric’s thick, glorious throat. There had never been a happier man in the world, than Eric in that moment. The man was lazily rubbing his own cock, it was glorious.
Then Caelan’s eyes snapped open to watch me and he looked feral, seeing me orgasming over and over at the sight of them. There was a growing puddle on the bed beneath me and I couldn’t control myself, constantly spurting everywhere.
Caelan’s eyes gestured I shift forward and half a thought had me straddling Eric and then taking him inside my pussy. Eric groaned and had no say in the matter, though he didn’t seem bothered. I kept using the wand to agitate my clit and soon, I was rippling around him, again and again. His girth was much easier to deal with when orgasming than Caelan’s was. Eric was a balm sometimes compared to Caelan’s enormous intrusion. When I lifted off him, more cum dribbled down my inner thighs.
I’d wisely put my cap in that night.
Caelan extracted himself from Eric and instructed, “Lick yourself out of her.”
Eric only looked delighted, a little dazed, as I turned on all fours and lifted my bum in the air. Eric did as he was told before rimming me, then playing with my pucker.
It all happened in a blur after that. Caelan lay down and pulled me on top of him. Rigid inside me, he was wedged deep and I didn’t think there’d be room for more, but when Eric moved in and penetrated my backside, I lost all control as they both fucked me simultaneously.
It was like it wasn’t happening to me, but it was, and the all-consuming tightness, their grunts, their sweat, musk and greedy hands roving my body, fighting for the chance to touch my breasts, clit, bum or belly was intoxicating. They were animals in those moments, sharing me in the basest of ways, their noises and eager hands telling me all I needed to know.
However, in the brief interludes of ecstasy, it was Caelan whose eyes I sought, Caelan whose lips I kissed, his heart I felt pounding against my own. His reassurance I needed above all else. He never once judged me for how I was enjoying myself, and in fact, it made him harder inside me when he saw it. I squeezed his hand inside mine even more fiercely and doubted Eric bore witness to the connection we were rekindling, not as he stared at the other cock between my legs—distracted by the physical rather than the emotional.
Eric came again but Caelan held on. I was incredibly sensitive by the end of it and knew I could take no more. That’s when Eric got on his knees on the floor and offered his mouth to Caelan.
What happened next was equally arousing and disturbing. Caelan’s big penis disappeared into Eric’s face over and over and Eric just took it. Caelan didn’t look at whose face it was he was using, he just used it, and forcefully gripped Eric’s head so he couldn’t get away.
Eventually the face fucking became so brutal, I had to look away. Eric was beginning to make noises like he was going to throw up.
Caelan gave a roar and came, and that’s when I cried a little bit. Because Caelan immediately withdrew, tossed Eric across the room like he was trash, then prowled back to bed and into my arms.
Caelan lay nestled against my chest while I stared over his shoulder at the other man in the room. Eric was violently sick in one of my peddle bins, and for a while, didn’t seem to be breathing properly. It took him a while to get back to normal.
After he’d caught his breath and stopped puking, that was when I saw it in his eyes. Pure adoration. For the monster who’d just hurt him on purpose.
“You see now?” asked Caelan, who couldn’t even see the sight I could, his head buried in my chest. “He just wants one thing. Violence.”
“Eric, is this what you want from Caelan? For him to be brutal?”
“There was never a more brutal man,” said Eric, pure delight shining out of those eyes.
“That was the job he was paid to do,” I said to Eric. “That’s not who he is.”
“Isn’t it?” asked Eric.
“She’s no ready for that side of me yet,” Caelan growled. “And I only gave it ye this once so that now you can fuck off and die.”
I swallowed hard. So. This was the truth. I’d married a sadist. He was no different to any of the others.
