“I’m coming!” Emma yelled. “I’m coming! And it feels so fucking good.” Emma’s voice was harsh and primal.
Caroline watched as Emma came against Pete’s hand as he continued to suck her nipple. Emma’s ass was a foot high off the platform, spasming hard. Without so much as a pause, Pete unlatched from Emma’s wet nipple, positioned himself against her raised hips, and entered her hard and fast.
He drove home, pumping as he arranged her slim legs over his shoulders. She arched to meet him, seating herself on his cock, which was impressive since he was so big.
Emma came again instantly, calling his name as she bucked against him.
The orgasm was abundantly clear, and was incredible.
In porn, it was lucky—and probably not for real—if you caught a glimpse of one of the female actors having an orgasm. You wanted to believe they were, but there was always a lingering skepticism.
This was totally real.
Emma’s hips rolled, her stomach clenched, her voice cracked as her breath quickened and then calmed, settling into small pants. There was no way she could fake it like that. If she was faking, she deserved an Oscar.
“You like it hard, don’t you?” Pete murmured to Emma loud enough for them to hear as he gripped her ass with both hands and pounded into her. Emma tossed her head partially back over the platform, her breasts rocking in tandem to his thrusts.
Pete was fucking her with all he had.
Caroline stopped breathing as he let go of Emma’s ass, and watched her lock her legs around his waist. Pete licked his fingers. Then he reached down and grasped each of her nipples and twisted.
“Oh my God,” Caroline moaned, using her other hand to stroke her own aching nipple while the other one stroked her core. She was going to come.
There was no doubt about it.
In front of her, the platform Emma and Pete were on began to move. “You love the way I fuck you, don’t you?” Pete growled to Emma.
“Yes,” she panted. “I want to come again. Do it harder.” Pete obliged as Emma uncurled one leg. Pete grabbed on to it at the ankle and spread it outward, giving them a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her wetness.
Suddenly, Caroline was being moved.
Her husband, it seemed, had had enough.
Jace settled her right between his legs, easing her back against his giant erection, each of his hands going into the front of her robe while he slowly thrust his hard cock against her back. “I’m going to try and be as discreet as I can,” Jace said between clenched teeth, “but I have to touch you. I can’t stand it. Watching Emma come each time has done me in.”
All Caroline could do was nod her head.
Was it possible to be drunk on passion? She was thinking the answer was yes.
Emma was completely right. It was a drug, and the high of watching this couple have sex was like flying-in-the-clouds high. It was doing things to her body Caroline had never imagined could happen.
She was on fire, tingling from her toes to her hair.
“More, Pete,” Emma gasped. “I need it harder.”
Pete withdrew his cock slowly, panting. “Turn around and get on your knees.”
Caroline tried not to gasp as Emma did as she was commanded. Jace’s hands continued their magic on her nipples, as Caroline’s own fingers kept up their steady pace.
The platform stopped moving, and the view was perfect.
Pete spread Emma’s thighs apart while he teased his cock against her slit from behind. She responded by bending down to her shoulders, so her chin was almost touching the platform. From this angle, they could see Pete enter her.
Caroline held her breath as Pete continued slowly until she was mewing with need. Caroline’s own fingers had sped up unconsciously, awaiting the moment of penetration. Jace’s hands had done the same. Now her husband was kneading, rocking, and plucking at her nipples with his fingers. Coupled with what she was doing to herself, the stimulation was over-the-top.
She tried not to groan too loud as Pete grabbed on to his wife’s hips and pulled her toward his waiting dick. She took him deep, the slap of their bodies meeting reverberated around the room.
Pete tipped his head back and cried out. Then he began to pump into her, holding on to her hips. “Like this? Do you like it like this?” he called to Emma.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned as she began to rock her ass and meet him thrust for thrust.
When Pete leaned over and cupped Emma’s breasts while still ramming himself home, Caroline was ready to come.
Jace made a growling sound behind her and started to rub his cock even harder against her back. “Care, this is nuts. I want you so bad. Please.”
She wanted him just as much—if not more. Her brain still felt fuzzy. What would it hurt? “Jace, I want—”
Emma began to yell as she came again. This time they were screams of ecstasy. In one motion, Jace moved Caroline to the side, stood up, and dropped his robe. His erection visibly throbbed in front of her, and he was slick from sweat. “Kneel down, I need you now.”
She wanted to argue, knew she should argue, but her husband was so hot and so needy, and she was so horny. If she didn’t get a release, she thought she might go insane from need.
She hesitated for only a single moment.
Then she opened her robe and scrambled to her knees, lifting her ass just as Emma had done, and said one word. “Yes.”
Jace entered her as Emma yelled in the background, coming again.
* * *
Jace was blinded by his lust. He’d never known this kind of need before. It was like he was not fully in control of his body. In this very moment, he might have done anything, including fuck Emma if she set her creamy, wet pussy in front of him.
This wasn’t about love, or caring, or feelings.
It was about sex.
It was animalistic and aggressive.
He knew the biggest orgasm he’d ever had was right in front of him, and as he watched his beautiful wife drop her robe, he looked forward to it like he never had in his life.
He was inside his wife in the next moment, pumping hard. He heard Emma come again and gritted his teeth. He wanted Caroline to come before he did.
As Jace fucked Caroline from behind, Pete repositioned himself on the platform so he was sitting, and Emma stood over him, ready to straddle him, rubbing her clit.
Both their gazes were focused on Jace and Caroline.
Jace reached over his hot wife, keeping eye contact with Emma, and began to touch Caroline, one finger circling her pussy and one fondling her nipple. Caroline had her head up, watching the Slaters just like he was. Emma stepped over Pete and eased down, settling herself on Pete’s cock, reverse cowgirl.
Both women cried out at the same time, and Jace almost shot his load right there.
“Please, Jace,” Caroline panted. “I can’t stand it anymore. If we’re going to do this, do it.”
He plunged into her tightness right as Emma began to ride Pete hard. Jace took hold of Caroline’s hips and rammed into her again and again, groaning in pleasure, feeling wicked and hornier than he ever had. While he was driving into his wife, he watched Emma’s pink tits bounce up and down and imagined sucking them as he fucked his wife.
He felt no shame, only pleasure.
He knew he wasn’t going to touch Emma—he didn’t really want Emma.
But he did want to experience everything he could, and imagining how Emma’s rosy nipples would taste was high on the list right now.
“Yes, yes,” Caroline chanted. “More, more.”
Caroline’s beautiful ass was moving on its own, milking his dick. She watched Emma and Pete, panting and moaning. His wife was in the exact same amped-up state he was in, and they were both about to come hard.
Jace seized Caroline’s calves and leaned back, arching his hips to hit Caroline where he knew she wanted it most.