"Go on, you fucking faggot - get your mouth round that!" As John's lips parted to admit the throbbing organ, a feeling of shame hit Kyle. Kyle was not homophobic and he regretted using the derogative word, but there was still an element of anger in him. That anger soon evaporated as the luscious feeling of John's tongue relishing its prize took over. My God, he was certainly an expert in the art of fellatio.
He twisted his upper body round to face a very confused Sienna who was virtually cowering in the corner. She had never seen Kyle behave like this, but then, a situation like this had never occurred before.
Kyle reached out and gently pulled her towards him. He kissed her passionately, their tongues fighting a dual in their mouths. Sienna relaxed a little, particularly when he started fondling her tits, then broke the kiss to take one of her breasts in his mouth, his tongue circling her areola. When he sucked her hardening nipple into his mouth she let out her usual gasp each time he did that during their normal sex play. Meanwhile, John's expert oral ministrations were bringing him very close to the edge.
He twisted his torso back towards John and, leaning down, pulled him up to his feet. "In your marriage to Roland, are you the wife or the husband?"
"If you mean what I think you mean, I guess I'm the wife." John replied.
"That's good, cos I'm going to cum inside your arse. Spread your legs and bend over."
Whether John liked it or not he guessed he had no choice. The only slight issue was Kyle's cock was much bigger than Roland's. But then, before Roland there had been others and some of those had been big boys! As he bent down, his hands against the cabinet wall for support, Kyle squirted some liquid soap on to his hands and lubed John's arsehole, pushing a finger inside to open him up. John shuddered. He turned again to Sienna.
"Lay down on the floor between his legs so you can get a good show." he instructed her. She did his bidding. Knees bent, Kyle gripped the base of his seven incher and the glistening tip nudged the winking eye of John's arse, opened it and gently pushed. Beneath him, John sighed with pleasure. Four inches were now embedded in the warmth; another sigh from John followed by a grunt as the remaining three inches disappeared from Kyle's view. He was now inside John, balls deep. It felt wonderful, just like the one in the cinema earlier that afternoon. As Kyle looked down and slightly behind him he watched his wife's fingers inside her twat, rubbing her clit. He started pumping.
"How does it look, darling - watching my big cock shafting lover boy's arsehole? That's what you wanted to see."
Sienna couldn't find the words to describe it, she was so absorbed with the view above her. That and the pleasure her hand was giving her.
Kyle's strokes increased in speed. He called down to Sienna again. "Wank him off while I'm fucking him. I want him to spunk on your face as I shoot my load inside him." He really was pistoning hard and fast now and his own orgasm was imminent. The shower floor had never seen such action! John was obviously close too as his breathing was quicker and louder, punctuated with whimpers and grunts. Kyle knew that Sienna's helping hand pumping John's cock was doing it's job. The other one was frigging her cunt furiously. Hers was the first orgasm to explode, a self-induced orgasm which almost overwhelmed her. Then she felt John's thick eight inches pulse in her grip as he released a series of fierce ropes of cum over her face. Although Kyle couldn't see the actual ejaculation, John's gasps of pleasure triggered him off and he unloaded inside his second arsehole of the day.
When Sienna slid out from between John's legs, Kyle couldn't resist a laugh. "Fuck me! He must have enjoyed that." Sienna's face and breasts was absolutely covered in John's cum. John staggered to his feet as Kyle turned the shower back on to wash them down.
"Thank you," he murmured, not sure what was going to happen now that pent-up passions were subsiding.
To be continued?
