Speaker 1: The room smelled like bleach and something sour beneath it,
old sweat maybe, or the ghost of a thousand strangers releases.
A single bulb buzzed overhead, painting everything in jaundice yellow.
I knelt on the padded mat, knees sinking into the foam,
and watched my husband do the same Beside me. David's
jaw was tight, his hands rested on his thighs, fingers
curled into half fists. He hadn't said a word since
we'd park the car. Breathe, I whispered, touching his wrist.
His eyes cut toward me. I still think this is insane.
No one knows we're here, No names, no faces. I
let my fingers trail up his forearm, just you and
me and whatever comes through that hole. The hole in
question gaped at eye level, a circle cut into the
plywood partition, its edges sanded, smooth but still raw, still
splintered in places beyond it. Silence, the kind that waits.
My pulse thumped in my throat, not fear, anticipation, sharp
and glittering, the same electricity I'd felt when I'd first
floated the idea three nights ago. Sprawled across our bed,
drunk on wine and curiosity. David had laughed, then called
it a fantasy. I'd regret. I'd kissed the laugh off
his mouth and whispered, Fantasy's only fun if you chase it.
Now we were chasing a sound movement on the other side,
a belt buckle, a zipper. David's breathing changed, mine hitched.
Then the cock pushed through pink long The head flared
and glossy, a bead of pre comb already pearling at
the slit. The shaft was thick enough that my fingers
wouldn't meet around it veined along the underside, curving slightly upward.
It bobbed once twice, a silent question. I leaned forward
before I could think. My tongue found the underside, just
beneath the head and dragged slow. Saliva slicked the skin.
Salt burst across my taste buds. The stranger's cock twitched
against my lips, and I heard a muffled grunt from
beyond the wall. David stared, his lips parted, his pupils
had swallowed the blue of his irises. I pulled back
my mouth wet, and turned toward my husband. The space
between us collapsed. Our lips met, soft at first, then hungry.
I tasted myself on him, and beneath that the faint
salt of another man. The kick deepened. My tongue swept
past his teeth. His hand came up and gripped the
back of my neck. When I broke away, I was smiling.
Taste cock with me. I purred. David blinked, swallowed, Then
he lowered his head. His tongue touched the shaft, tentative
a kitten lapping milk. I mirrored him on the other side.
We worked in tandem, two mouths painting wet stripes up
and down the stranger's length. My husband's lips dragged higher,
I followed, and we met at the head. Our mouths
tangled there, sloppy and open. The cockhead trapped between us
like a shared secret. I sucked the tip while David's
tongue worked the frenolum. The stranger groaned, The wall shook
slightly watching my husband. My buttoned up, spreadsheet obsessed husband,
with his lie lips wrapped around another man's cock, sent
a bolt of heat straight to my cunt. I was soaked,
my panties clung without looking away from the glorious mess
of David's mouth. I reached down and unzipped him. His
cock sprang free, hard and familiar. I gripped him at
the base, squeezed. He gasped against the stranger's skin, and
the sound vibrated through my fingers. Keep sucking, I breathed,
stroking him in slow, twisting poles. Don't stop. He didn't.
He hollowed his cheeks and took the head deeper, and
I jerked my husband off while he learned the rhythm
of servicing a stranger. The dual obscenity of it. My
right hand pumping David's slick heat, My left bracing against
the partition made my clit ache with a need I
couldn't ignore. Help me fuck him, I said. David's eyes
met mine. He pulled off the cock with a wet pop,
strings of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the shaft. Yeah. Yeah.
He moved behind me. His hands found my hips, then
my right leg, lifting it opening me. I guided myself
onto the stranger's cock. The head pressed past my folds,
and I sank down inch by devastating inch until I
sat fully impaled a gasp tore out of me. Not pain,
but the sheer, overwhelming fullness of it. David's mouth found
mine again, kissing me through the intrusion, swallowing my sounds.
The stranger began to move. He fucked up into me
with short, deep strokes that rattled my teeth. David held
my legs steady, then lowered himself. His tongue found my clit.
I nearly screamed. He licked in tight circles, the way
he knew I liked. While the stranger's thrusts pushed me forward,
back forward, David's tongue slid lower, lapping where the cock
split me open, tasting the stranger's shaft and my own
wetness together. The wet sounds were obscene. The smell of
sex thickened the air. The orgasm built without warning, no
slow climb, just a sudden crest that seized my spine
and shook me apart. I clenched around the stranger's cock,
my cunt, milking him in spasms, David's tongue never pausing,
never faltering. I came with a cry that echoed off
the cinder block. When I could breathe again, I turned
David's face glistened. His eyes were wild. Your turn, I said.
His expression flickered. I don't want the whole thing in me.
I know. I kissed his cheek. I just want to play.
I guided him onto his head, hands and knees facing
the wall. His ass was tight, perfect, the cheeks clenching
with nerves. I spread them and lowered my mouth to
his hole. One long, wet lick. He shuddered. I worked
my tongue in circles, then pushed inside, tasting him, softening him.
He moaned into the mat. I spat on the stranger's cock,
still glistening from my orgasm, and slicked it further. Then
I positioned the head against David's entrance, just the tip.
I murmured, trust me. The head pressed. David's ring of
muscle resisted, then yielded, stretching with agonizing slowness. His breath stuttered.
I watched, mesmerized as his hole opened to accommodate the
flared ridge, the purple pink skin disappearing inch by inch,
just the head, exactly what I'd promise. I wrapped one
hand around David's cock and the other around the stranger's shaft.
Gripping the exposed length. I pumped both in tandem. The
stranger's breath came fast and ragged beyond the wall. David's
hips bucked forward into my fist, then back onto the cockhead,
a rhythm building that he couldn't control. Fuck, he breathed, Fuck, fuck.
He pushed back hard. The entire length slid into him
in one slick, brutal motion. David yelled a raw, shocked sound,
and then he was moving, shoving his hips backward, impaling
himself again and again. The stranger matched him, thrust for thrust.
I spat on the shaft, where it disappeared into my
husband's body, keeping it glistening. My hand flew over David's
cock harder, now faster. His whole body tensed, His head
snapped back. He came in hot pulses across my forearm,
his ass clamping down on the stranger. And that must
have triggered something, because the cock inside him swelled and
jerked and pumped, pumping, pumping, filling him with a stranger's seed.
The stranger pulled out. A gush of white followed, spilling
from David's stretched hole, trailing down his thighs. He collapsed forward, gasping.
I bent and pressed my tongue to his used entrance.
The taste was salt and musk and David. I licked
him clean, deep as my tongue could reach, until he
whimpered and squirmed beneath me. When I pulled back, I
was smiling. Best husband in the world. I hoped you
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