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by w770 » Sun Dec 18, 2022 6:29 am
Lana is still passed out as I expect her to be for a while so I’ll just give my recap from my perspective once I decided to go into the bedroom and watch.
So before I even made the decision to watch, I had walked passed the bedroom going from between the kitchen and the living room when my eyes peered through the halfway open door to see Shawn on his back on my side of the bed with both hands behind his head while my beautiful Lana was working his giant cock with her mouth, getting him ready for round 2. When he saw that I was sneaking a look, he flashed me a quick smile and put one hand on the back of Lana’s head, forcing as much of his manhood into her mouth.
I took my spot back on the loveseat and listened to him moan louder (probably for my sake) at how good she is sucking big cock. Just that sight that I had for a few seconds of Lana and Shawn in our marital bed replayed in my head as I continued stroking my cock, hard again at this point. I should note that it’s rare for me to be able to get it up again after cumming, so the fact that I was able to be rock hard again that soon after blowing my load all over myself was impressive. I was still consumed by that moment too – when Shawn stood right in front of me, stark naked with Lana’s and his cum dripping off of his cock. I can’t even begin to accurately describe how humiliating that moment was for me. Humiliation has played a role in this experience between Lana and myself, but it was always confined to the bedroom and always just between us, so the fact that him and I shared this moment where he was taking absolute mental control over me and dominating me without having to say a word to the point where I’m cumming all over myself was the most submissive I think I’ve ever felt in my life.
Anyway, back to the story – I think it was because of the fact that I was able to get my dick hard again in addition to my curiosity that I gathered the courage to go in the room and watch. (there’s no chance that I would have done the same thing if I was still soft, given the sheer size disparity between Shawn’s cock and my own). So I entered the room, Shawn was still in my spot as Lana was riding him. He wasn’t even using his hands to guide her up and down, but rather one hand was still holding his beer while the other behind his head. He saw me take a seat in the loveseat that we have in the corner of our bedroom and locked eyes with me as I took off my clothes. “yeah, ride that cock, Lana. Make yourself cum.” I don’t even really know if she noticed that I was there in that moment either, but as her moans got louder, he set his beer on the nightstand and started sucking on one of her breasts, while at the same time, still looking at me dead in the eyes. I broke the eye contact between him and I to look down at his cock as she started screaming “Shawn!!!” over and over and saw her milky white juices start glistening down his shaft as her entire body shook and convulsed. To answer whenwillshe’s question of how it felt seeing Shawn’s cock penetrating her, in a few words, I had the feeling of absolute submission and total helplessness. I knew on a purely sexual level, no matter what I did, I would never be able to compete with him in satisfying her. Her pussy really was his. It never was just dirty talk. He completely and fully owned her pussy.
“Good girl, Lana.” At this point, he then took it upon himself to reposition her into doggy style where she was looking straight at me. He then grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair while teasing her pussy with the tip of his cock. “Tell your husband how much better I fuck than him. Tell him, Lana.” She just moaned for a bit as she looked at me, naked and vulnerable, stroking my dick to them. “Tell your husband or else no more big cock.” …. Any resistance she tried to put up didn’t last long as she looked into my eyes and confessed, “He fucks so much better than you, baby.” Just then, she let out the loudest moan I’ve heard her make up until that point in the night as he thrusted the entire length of his bare cock into her married pussy. Then after slowly withdrawing it to the point where it seemed like just the tip remained, he told her to repeat it. “He fucks me so much better than you, baby…….” Same result – only this time she screamed even louder as he thrusted one singular thrust back into her. This repeated for the next however many minutes, but he would change up what he wanted her to say, ranging from “tell your husband how much you love my cock, Lana.” to questions about my inability to make her cum. Eventually, he told her to tell me about how she’s cheated on me. I’m not sure if this was part of the role he was playing or if he really thinks that I didn’t know about the other times they’ve fucked, but she started telling me about the first time he came over when I was walking the dogs and how he bent her over the counter and came inside of her. And then about the time they fucked when I was at the office. “You’re my cheating slut, aren’t you, Lana?” “I’m your cheating slut, Shawn.” This entire time, my eyes were locked in on Lana’s gaze, but even in the corner of my eye, I could see that Shawn was locked in on me. Finally, I switched back and looked back at him, as he started spanking Lana’s ass over and over, causing her to moan after each spank.
Eventually he moves each of his legs to be on the outside of Lana’s, driving his cock deeper into her as he leaned down to rest his sweaty chest onto her back. They looked like animals going at it as his speed increased and her moaning got louder. “You’re going to make me cum again, Shawn!!!” I watched her grip the bedsheets with both hands and she screamed his name repeatedly into the mattress. I have to commend his control at this point considering that he managed not to explode right there into her pussy. But at this point, he rolled her over onto her back, still positioned in a way where he could look right at me. He was going to take her in missionary – and he wanted me to see it firsthand. “Is this how your husband “makes love” to you, Lana?” I detected a mocking tone in his voice when he said that.
“Does he ever make you cum like this?” “No….”
“Say it again, Lana.” “He doesn’t make me cum…..”
“keep going, Lana.” She kept repeating how inadequate of a lover I am as he looked right into me while I stroked my dick furiously. At this point, his thrusts became somewhat violent as he pounded her with much more force, and as soon as he picked up his speed, I knew what was about to happen. And just like that, she switched from telling him how I can’t make her cum to her screaming his name at the top of her lungs. Even being locked into his stare, I saw in the corner of my vision her legs wrap around his waist and her hands massage his muscular chest. After a minute or two of her orgasm hitting every inch of her body in waves, he started thrusting with the purpose of cumming for the second time. Even then, he never broke his staring at me as he sat up onto his knees, pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her breasts.
My only saving grace was that I was able to withstand my own desire to explode, and to save it for Lana. Without saying a word, he got off the bed and positioned his cock right at Lana’s mouth, and she knew instinctively to lick any remaining cum off of his shaft and swallow. He reached down and squeezed her cum soaked breasts as she did this, telling her how sexy she was. Soon after, he left the bedroom, and as I heard the front door open and close, I took my spot on the bed, and without any prompting, ate her pussy. His musk was all I could smell and I could tell her pussy was sore, but after about a minute, she pulled me up so we could look at each other face to face. “I love you so much, baby” she said to me as she guided my dick into her loosened pussy. “Go slow… he went really hard…” I didn’t last for more than 30 seconds before I collapsed onto her.
We spent the next 45 minutes or so talking about what just happened, her main concern being how I was doing. She didn’t know about how I came all over myself earlier and how he maintained eye contact with me throughout the time in the bedroom, and wanted to make sure I wasn’t feeling too shaken up and intimidated. But the truth of it was that I completely felt humiliated. We held each other in bed and it was a really nice moment, only to be interrupted by the sound of her phone. He had texted her, telling her to come down if I was sleeping. I asked if she wanted to, and she admitted that she really did, but would not go if I wanted or needed her to stay. I couldn’t help but notice the tinge of relief in her voice when I said that I was fine, as she got up from the bed, put on a new pair of panties and a t-shirt, and ran down to him.
She told me that they made love, and only in missionary. He went really slow and sensually kissed her the entire time. And like he had planned, he finished inside of her, with no forewarning that he was about to cum. Throughout all of this, my biggest concern is that she described this round in his bed as love making. It was a term she exclusively reserved for me and even when he has fucked her slowly, she always described it as fucking, but this time, it was different. I’m going to bring it up later today and hope that she just misspoke, because I don’t know how things might change if she is catching feelings for him.
