She must be a very naughty girl because her husband called me over for a third time to show her how a proper slut takes a cock. For a woman who was married, she certainly didn’t know her place. My nipples still got hard when I remembered when her husband made her lick his cum from my tits, her tongue warm and wet as they wandered over my breasts. I wondered if I was going to feel her mouth again.

I arrived and she glared at me, sitting on her sad little chair her husband had set up in front of their bed. I walked in with a coat on but nothing underneath it so when her husband started to undress me I was down to thigh high stockings immediately.

“Always ready for you,” I said, giving him a wink. His cock twitched and he sat me down on the foot of the bed so I was looking right at his wife. He sat behind me and I couldn’t see his wife but I could imagine he was looking at her as he pressed kisses to the side of my throat, moving my hair off my shoulder and tenderly kissing and licking my skin. She shifted in her seat.

His hands ran over my tits, his thumbs working my nipples into stiff peaks before moving down my stomach. I arched my back and suddenly his hands were on my thighs, pulling them apart and putting my pussy on display for his wife.

“Look at how wet she is,” he told her. When she didn’t say anything he snapped at her and she fell to her knees on the floor, scooting forward until she was kneeling between my legs. “Look at her perfect cunt. See how tight it is? See how much better she is for my cock?”

She looked at my cunt and nodded.

He grabbed his wife’s hand and pressed two of her fingers inside of me. I gasped, wriggling on the digits as her fingers moved inside of me. She gasped as she felt my walls around her hand.

“You see now, don’t you? She’s better,” her husband said.

“She’s better,” his wife echoed.

“Taste her,” he commanded. Without hesitation she leaned forward and pressed her tongue to my cunt, the tongue I had been dreaming of all week. She pressed it to my clit, teasing me and swirling it around the sensitive bud before sliding it into my cunt. I groaned, clutching at her husband’s arms that held me as she licked me up.

He snapped and she pulled away, looking shy. She lifted her arm to wipe the pussy juice from her lips but her husband stopped her.

“Leave it. I want the taste of her cunt to dry on your mouth.”

She slunk back to her chair, her chin and mouth glistening with my juices, as her husband pulled me onto his lap. We were still facing her but at this point I didn’t want to look away. Her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks were flushed red, and her thighs were clenched together as she tried to hide how desperately horny she was. Her husband pumped his thick cock before slowly sliding my body down onto it. I gasped, clutching his thighs as he placed me on his lap, this time with his cock full seated inside of me.

It was the perfect position that put him deep inside of me, hitting every nerve I needed him against. His cock throbbed and I moaned, spouting nonsense as he began to bounce me up and down on his cock.

I bit my lip as he filled me, the friction growing a flame inside of me that threatened to consume me. Suddenly, he swung his arms under my knees and I was bouncing on his cock with my thighs spread, giving his wife a front row seat to my pussy sliding up and down his cock. She watched, enraptured by the sight.

I couldn’t take it. I screamed as I came on his cock, my muscles clenching and twitching and my cunt drenching his shaft with my juices. His wife gasped as she watched my pussy lips flutter around his cock, soaking him in my liquids. But the grand finale came when he slammed me down on his cock and came inside me. I moaned as I felt his cum fill me up and then it began to drip out of me, sliding down his shaft and balls while his wife watched.

She must be pissing him off on purpose because I think she likes watching me take his cock.