In my haste I skipped over several things that I also felt were significant. It really felt surreal watching them, especially as she moved to kneel for him and she looked up at me. I had such flashbacks to that one time when she was with Don. Only this time I wanted it. I didn't have this feeling of dread in my gut that I recalled from last time, instead I really wanted to see her respond to him. And maybe that's what I feel the most, is that I loved watching her respond to him so fully and without any reservation or hestitation. I also very much glossed over seeing her push him onto his back and to hold his cock in position for her to lower herself onto, but that is exactly what she did. It only took a moment and then they quickly returned to their former passion, the only difference being who was doing the fucking and seeing her ride him till she moaned in pleasure is something that even now gets me hard. And it was just a moment later when after she'd enjoyed herself, that she rolled over towards me and presented herself for him in the missionary position and a moment later he climbed on top of her for their last go-round.
So it was kind of unexpected what she said to me, I thought maybe she was going to say I should give her a kiss or something but instead, as she lay there with him spooned up I watched her tilt her head down as he began to kiss at her neck and his hand came around to caress her breasts but then move down towards her pussy. She raised her right leg and when she did I could see the whitish wetness begin to seep out of her. Her eyes were closed as he continued to kiss her. As he moved his hand down to her pussy he looked up at me and said "you okay?" to which I groaned back something like "uh huh". The look on his face didn't change until I saw his fingers spread his cum all over her little button and then saw him push them back into her. I smiled as she moaned and pushed herself back against him and that made me smile. I think that was all he needed to see. He turned his head back to hers and she turned to meet his and they kissed all the while he kept gently fingering her pussy, bringing what was obviously his cum from her open hole up to and then rubbed all up and down her pussy lips and all around her clit. He did that till she moaned and moved onto her back and pulled him down onto her.
I know she knew I was there and yet this time, oh my god how it turned me on to see her just wanting him. She told me later she was a little disappointed that she didn't have that big orgasm with him, but she said that at that moment - when she pulled him down to her at that moment, she told me it was one of the sexiest moments she's ever felt with anyone, me or otherwise. She told me that she felt like she was on fire for him and at that moment, all she wanted was him. She said she was sorry for being so blunt with me but that I needed to know just how she felt. I told her that I could have figured it out from watching them and that it was obvious.
It appears that this may become our new norm, at least if we're home on the weekends, that Paul is going to be coming here every Saturday. It's okay, it's actually something I said to her was okay and even joked with her that over time, I expected that I wouldn't feel I "need" to be there every time and again told her that an overnight might also be something that would be exciting from time to time. But like the prior Saturday, time seemed to either go by very slowly or to fly by without me being aware of it. Time flew by watching the two of them but now as before, walking down to our living room and hearing them from a distance, the clock slowed to a crawl. I was horny as heck hearing them upstairs and again, as with every other time, when I heard their loudness calm down my curiosity took hold. I wanted to see her with him.
I looked in and the bed was a mess and they were fucking in the missionary position diagonally across the bed. From the doorway I could see their sides and could see the silhouette of him plunging into my wife as she held her own legs back and apart for him. And I could easily hear her low moaning that would rise in tone as he pushed into her and deepen as he pulled out each time. I opened the door and I know she turned my way and smiled but then, if anything, almost seemed to pull her legs back even more as she looked back up at him. She whispered something to him that I didn't ask about but I am fairly sure was a reminder of what she wanted.
And yes, this time, as I watched, I loved it. I'd heard and see her earlier and as I said, it got easier and easier to be with her and see her so focused on him. This time I knew that by the time I slid off my pants (yes, I was going to jerk-off while I watched) that she had forgotten about me. Again I heard the squishing and slurping sounds - and this time got to see him pull completely out of her and then push himself back in effortlessly even with how swollen the head of his cock was. I admit to feeling a pang of jealously thinking of Sue feeling that plug of a head pushing in and out of her and I knew why she arched her back and shivered each time he pulled almost all the way out as I could imagine it stretching her out in all sorts of ways inside. But what I loved the most was the animal nature of it. They were done making love, now they were fucking and even when I thought he might be hurting her from the way she moaned or groaned, at the same time, thinking about what he was feeling and what he was making her feel, wow did it turn me on! I stopped jerking off before I came too quickly! Instead I just sort of got into a comfortable position and watched them. I know she would have yelled at me for how explicit I was about it moving so closely at times, I'm actually surprised that Paul went unnerved and continued enjoying himself. Like I said, I don't know how long they were at it, long enough for her to cry out several times, that's for sure.
And once again, as I knelt there next to them on the bed I became quite aware that the end was approaching. From her cries going from loudly piercing to low and continuous - and from him grunting quietly to him now breathing hard and a sheen of sweat now visible on his back - I knew she was going to get what she wanted. She came first with a loud "oh my god" accompanied by her pushing herself upward at him with each of his thrusts. Followed by his loud "uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh" over and over that I knew accompanied each squirt of cum he was leaving in her, I watched the two of them rock gently back and forth with her riding one single orgasm for what seemed like several minutes. As she felt his deep thrusting stop I saw her open her eyes and look up at only him with this longing look in them. It appeared to me that Paul saw that or just realized what she needed and instead of him stopping moving when he finished in her, he seemed to take renewed pleasure in fucking her with his still somewhat hard cock. Even I could see his cum dripping out of her as he pulled almost all the way out and then pushed gently back in over and over. A moment later Sue burst out in a scream that was accompanied by a gush of wetness from her pussy that coated the back of her butt and made a wet-spot on the bed - but Paul knew what he'd been told and what I knew - he kept on fucking her and she went from conscious to incoherent in just a few seconds as she flopped around underneath him screaming in ecstasy with spurts of wetness visibly coming out of her as he kept up with her as best as he could. Finally he'd shrunk enough that he slipped out of her and even with him just laying against her rubbing his cock up and down her swollen pussy, she continued to moan and shake until finally she pushed him away and lay there, totally ******* for us both! I don't think anything on her moved except her chest with each breath.
She looked beautiful, her whole crotch was glistening wet and with her legs spread, her pussy gaped with this incredible just-fucked look. I was a bit taken for a second with how she was just lying there so totally visible without a care. He lay on his side next to her and again, making me feel wonderful about giving her to him, he ran his hands lovingly across her body in such a way that with her eyes closed, she reached for his arm and pulled him around herself like he was a warm blanket on a cold night.
I don't think Paul noticed I'd been jerking off and before he did so I slid up my pants and as I watched the 2 love-birds now truly share an intimate post-fuck moment I again felt like a 3rd wheel so I got off the bed quietly and slowly left the room. I wanted to stay but I also knew she'd want this time to be alone with him before he left. I will say that I thought very fondly about the possibility of him staying one Saturday night and my re-joining them after sex in bed with them to feel her next to me and enjoy a cuckold moment watching TV with them - I know that if I felt like I do after Paul leaves, that lying there next to her knowing she's just had sex with him and that her pussy is full of his cum, that I would totally get off on that feeling. I'm not sure that I'll ever be comfortable masturbating while Paul is there but if that situation were to happen I may finally give in and shed my inhibition.
And again, as with the past few weeks, after hearing noises, commotion and the water in the bathroom, once again Paul emerged dressed and came downstairs. It was a little awkward at first but I joked with him "finally done up there eh?" which made him laugh and relax and he said with an embarassed sounding "yeah". I took the high road and told him not to worry about it and that I knew Sue was enjoying herself. He again asked me "you're really okay with this?" to which I told him that I was very turned on about going up to be with her after he left. I'm sure he understood that to mean I was going to go have sex with her but I actually wasn't sure what she was going to want. He smiled and said it's crazy but that if I'm okay with it that he'll just get used to it and then he joked back "she is really incredible in bed" to which I just said "I know". We talked a bit more about rootin' for the Giants and we both laughed at the Jets having one more day to practice losing with the Buffalo game delayed till tonight. But to be honest, after a few minutes of bs-ing I think he knew I was anxious for him to leave. We wished each other a Happy Thanksgiving after which I bounded up to the bedroom.
I swear there are moments when I look at Sue and I just melt and fall in love with her all over again. Seeing her lying all cozy beneath the blankets in our bed was so erotic. I lay on top of the covers for a moment to tease myself more than anything knowing she lay naked underneath the blankets. I kissed her and her lips seemed swollen, no doubt from kissing him or sucking his cock. I could feel how warm she felt through the blankets and I stripped off my clothes and crawled in beside her. When I pulled the blanket out for me I could smell sex - the smell of her sweetness and the obvious smell of his cum permeated the air in our bed. Again, as I said above, lying there next to her, feeling how she felt and knowing less than an hour before she'd been fucking him, it was such a turn on.
"I saw you before" and when I asked "what" she said "I saw you jerking off before". I told her I was horny and still was. She looked at me and asked me "I know you're horny baby but can you maybe wait till tomorrow?". Again it was this loving voice that just got to me. How could I say no. How could I possibly tell her that I had to have her, that I had to spoil the feeling she had right then all aglow from Paul and just push myself onto her. She turned to me and said "I know you're turned on baby, would you want to take care of it yourself?". She didn't need me to answer her as I think my right hand instinctively went to my already hard cock. She turned towards me and slid the covers down so she could watch. As I started to stroke my cock she told me how wonderful she'd felt and how she loved fucking Paul. I was so on the edge after hours of being so horny that when she started to ask me "did you see me finally really cum with him" that my answer was a grunt and a huge stream of cum that squirted all over my stomach and even up to my chin. The sexy moan she let out as I came was just intense to hear from her.
So - what I am quickly realizing today is that we aren't having sex twice a week now and haven't for a while now, we seem to be down to just once a week on Sunday night and maybe if I'm lucky on a Monday or a Tuesday. So a part of me feels like I could shed tear and yet another part of me is wickedly turned on that instead of 11 or 12 more times with her, that perhaps it might be as few as 5 or 6 more times. My cock is hard thinking about it but I suspect the reality will be equally trying on me.
