I sat in the corner chair like always, pants around my ankles, cock already leaking while my wife dropped to her knees in front of him. She didn't even look at me. Her eyes stayed locked on his thick dick hanging heavy between his legs, and she licked her lips like a hungry slut.
"Fuck, that's a real cock," she said, voice low and filthy. Her hand wrapped around the base and she gave it a slow stroke, watching the head swell. "Bigger than yours, cuck. Way bigger."
She opened wide and slid her mouth over him, lips stretching around the shaft. No teasing tonight. She went straight to sucking, head bobbing fast, spit already dripping down her chin onto her tits. The wet sounds filled the room, loud and nasty. Gluck, gluck, gluck. She took him deeper each time, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat but never pulling off.
He grabbed her hair and held her still, hips thrusting forward. "That's it, suck that dick. Show your husband how you really get off." She moaned around the shaft, eyes watering, but she kept sucking harder. Her free hand slipped between her legs, fingers rubbing her soaked pussy while she worked his cock.
I stroked myself slow, matching her rhythm. Precum smeared over my fingers. Watching her cheeks hollow, watching strings of spit stretch from her lips to his balls every time she pulled back for air, it made my balls ache. She looked so fucking happy with a stranger's cock in her mouth.
She pulled off just long enough to talk dirty. "You like this, don't you? Your wife on her knees sucking another man's cock. Bet you wish it was you, but we both know you're too small." Then she dove back down, taking him to the root until her nose pressed against his stomach. Her throat worked around him, swallowing, milking.
He groaned and started fucking her face harder. She took it, hands on his thighs for balance, letting him use her mouth like a fuckhole. Drool ran down her neck, soaking her shirt. Every thrust made her gag, but she never stopped. Her fingers pumped faster into her own cunt, hips rocking.
When he pulled out, his cock was shiny with her spit. She looked up at him, mascara smudged, lips swollen. "Cum down my throat. I want to swallow every drop while he watches." She opened her mouth again, tongue out, and he fed it back to her.
She sucked like she was starving. No hands this time, just pure mouth and throat. Her head moved in short, desperate strokes, taking him as deep as she could. The sounds got louder, wetter. I could see her throat bulge every time he bottomed out.
He warned her he was close. She doubled down, sucking harder, one hand squeezing his balls. He came with a grunt, pumping thick ropes straight into her mouth. She swallowed fast, throat working, but some still leaked out the corner of her lips. She kept sucking until he softened, licking him clean like a good whore.
When she finally pulled off, she turned to me, mouth shiny with cum. "Your turn to clean up, cuck." She crawled over, pushed me back, and kissed me deep, feeding me the last of his load. I tasted him on her tongue while she grabbed my cock and jerked it hard.
I came in seconds, shooting across my own stomach while she laughed softly against my mouth. She licked my cum off her fingers and stood up, already reaching for her phone to text him again.
"Same time next week," she said. "And maybe I'll let him fuck me while you watch that too." She walked out, leaving me there with my softening cock and the taste of another man's cum still on my tongue. I already couldn't wait.
