Brooke's POV
7.300 Words
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill
"Oh, I know how lucky I am," Julian said with a naughty look stealing over his pretty face. "But why don't you show me?"
Peyton grinned to the camera, raked her fingers through her loose curls and then she began to move. She completed her entrance like a model from a Victoria's Secret show. Julian smiled darkly, allowing another woman to seduce his body into flagrant infidelity.
He was mesmerized when the blonde popped the front clasp of her bra and took it off, exposing her naked breasts. She then approached him, brushing her curly hair out of her face before placing her arms on Julian's shoulders.
I just sat there, my heart pounding, my whole body feeling as though an endless electric current was now flowing through it as I watched Julian took hold of her and kiss her, long, deep.
Peyton melted into his kiss and started enjoying it herself. My God, it was so hot. They were like a couple of teens doing naughty things behind the bleachers. My heart was pounding.
Peyton was moaning quietly as Julian wrapped his long arms around her and sucked on her lips. Her delicate hand now on his neck and face, her own face breaking out into a beam as she returned his advances, growing in confidence that she wasn't hurting her best friend, I was in fact thrilled by this.
Jesus. This was really happening.
I felt my butterflies as I watched my husband and my best friend making out so enthusiastically. I felt a thrill at being part of something so prohibited, even if just as a spectator. Julian pulled Peyton even closer. She was all over him. He had a hand on her back and a hand on her butt.
Finally, they broke apart, Julian looking amazed into Peyton's smiling eyes, and then at me, astonished.
"You okay?" He asked me.
This was crazy. Any other woman married to a guy like Julian would never let him out of her sight. But not me. Sure this made me really jealous but I loved that feeling. This was hard to explain, but if I didn't feel those nerves, all that stress and jealousy, then it wouldn't be as thrilling.
"I'm good. Horny, though." I smiled to him.
Then slowly Peyton's hand snaked across his stomach and cupped it over his bulge.
"You sure?" Her question came hot against my ear.
Peyton smiled, her face delighted at what she had to play with. My mouth dry as chalk. I nodded even though a small part of me wanted to grab him and run for the hills.
His shaft tented the fabric as the blonde teased and rubbed it with her hand.
"Good," I heard her say, reality disappearing behind a cloud of dark pleasure. I watched my best friend fondle my husband, my lips twitched, so close to muttering a cry for attention.
Her touch intensified. I could see him growing, the outline of his boner pressing firmly against the cotton. The muscles of Julian's body swelled and tightened alternately with his breathing. Peyton fondled his cock rougher, making my heart pound with impatience and arousal.
"You missed it?" Julian whispered.
"Uh-huh…" Peyton swallowed as her hand slipped inside his boxers, her fingers curling around his cock, stroking gently.
"Ohhh God," My husband's voice turned deep. The blonde's hand now working behind the fabric, taunting him.
I'd expected further teasing, but Peyton was done playing. She tucked her thumbs into his waistband at either hip and pushed his boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing his length. A charge of fear, thrilling and hot, zapped straight down my spine. His sex looked happy and satisfied as the blonde ran a fist gently up and down his length, just how I would touch it if I could. My body shuddered with desire.
Julian's breathing was thick, eyelids looking heavy. A small droplet of clear fluid seeped from the tip of his head. She slowly slicked it down his cock.
The heat between my legs reached a frustrating intensity, demanding I take action. Just steps away stand the man I was married to, the man I lusted after and also cared for and the sole part of him that should be entirely mine by right, was being offered to another woman. My body screamed for me to fix this strange transgression, stop being a voyeur. Yet I found myself unable to say anything, let alone claim it for myself.
Peyton's hand slowed to lengthy, explicit pulls, teasing him and then their lips were touching again. She kissed him tenderly, nibbling on his front lip and teasingly darting inside his mouth with her playful tongue but withdrawing before Julian could react.
Next, she raised herself up a little and pulled Julian to the floor, directing his head towards her hot sex. Julian began moving down her body, raining soft kisses on her nipples, her belly, working his way down between her gorgeous long legs.
He kneeled down on one knee as his hard hands caressed her thighs, reaching closer and closer, he followed this path with his lips, kissing his way to her hot center.
He was adjusting his body between her legs now, his head just inches from her sex, licking and nibbling the tops of her thighs while his hands caressed her behind, closer and closer to... then he took off her panties revealing her hairless pussy, her hard clit peeking out from its hood.
Julian went still and I glanced down, breathless, and saw him staring at her most private place. I imagined how beautiful it must look up close, pink and wet, eager for the touch of his mouth. He seemed unable to shake that wide smile as he questioned his new lover, that brain of his continuing to collect information as he faced the prospect of using his mouth on another woman.
My husband's tongue willingly found Peyton's pussy lips and he separated them with his tongue, he licked her up and down the length of her opening and then he found her engorged clit.
"Ohhh that feels so good," She encouraged him.
I stifled a gasp as I looked on through my lust glazed eyes my husband devouring another woman's pussy into his mouth. It was so wrong, but so thrilling.
"Ahhh" She breathed.
I shifted on the chair as I watched his tongue come out and touch another woman's sex, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the wicked feeling of this different pussy in his mouth, making her moan as he tasted her.
"Mmmm" The blonde moaned and bucked as he sucked on her clit. Something warm and fuzzy twisted in my gut. I couldn't help but push against my restraints wanting to break loose and take control again.
"Stop…. Please" Peyton purred, removing herself from Julian. "Let's move to the bed… It's more comfortable."
Then Julian lifted her, as though a husband carrying his new bride over the threshold, her pussy open for the world to see. She was loving being handled by him, the way his muscles flexed and bulged as he raised her, I could tell easily from her wide smile.
He settled her body down on the bed and then crawled up Peyton's nude body, dribbling kisses as he went. She opened her thighs to take his weight, wrapping herself around my man.
"You're so hot," Julian said as he sucked on Peyton's hard nipples.
I couldn't see from this angle, his frame blocked hers, but her thigh was up over his. Peyton's hand played with his dark hair for a little while before moving down the well-defined muscles of his back.
I watched Peyton moan out loud as he kissed her, touched her, admired her, and caressed her. She glanced toward me, the blonde seemed satisfied, and I looked at her, breathing deeply, as my husband held himself above her and rubbed gently at her available pussy.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The old acid burn of jealousy was back inside my belly as I watched these two enjoying each other, and yet again, it only made my arousal feel that much more powerful.
"Wait" The blonde stopped his advances. I bit my lip, aching to see what she had in mind. She then moved out from under him, lightly pushing on his chest, and he rolled effortlessly to his back. Peyton eased down between his legs, lying there on her stomach facing him, her ass ready for a spanking, though my restrained hands were not available to perform such a thing. I could see in her eyes how beautiful she thought he was…and he definitely was.
"I want your mouth," Julian whispered, holding his disturbingly large cock upright as he looked at her.
It was getting harder and harder for me to breathe.
Peyton glanced at me, then back at Julian. She smiled, but didn't take my husband in her mouth but her hand, rubbing his manhood with her fingers at first, then grasping it confidently and stroking. His eyes closed as he made a minor growl sound with his throat.
"Put it in your mouth, please" His head nodded, his breath coming quicker, and she slowed her rhythm, pulling the skin down tight.
"Yesss," Julian whispered when she ran her other hand over his balls, rubbing them, cupping them lightly. Seeing her do that, watching the hunger in Julian's eyes as he looked at another woman playing with his prick, made my whole body tingle.
"Please" He begged as Peyton admired the sweet length of his shaft.
She smiled and leaned over it, blowing on it, gently kissing and tasting the glistening pre-cum on the tip, and finally taking the length of it into her hungry mouth. It simply disappeared. I jolted in my chair like I'd been punched. Like I'd been body slammed into a concrete wall.
Julian held her hair out of her face when she sank on his huge cock, slurping as she filled her mouth with him, quickly getting into a smooth and steady rhythm.
It was so hot to see someone enveloping him from a different perspective, without the distraction of the lewd act being carried out by me.
"God you're good," Julian said to her. Peyton gave an appreciative moan at his complement, incapable to do much more with a full cock in her mouth.
Julian groaned, his hand holding her curls out of her face were now firm against the back of her head, guiding her pace. I gripped the arm of the chair with force, fighting the sudden, intense desire to touch myself.
"Oh, God, Peyton... Yes!" Listening to my husband's voice shake as another woman went down on him didn't ease that craving.
"Ohhh" Julian's head went back, mouth open, his hips instinctively pushing toward her. It was a shock to me how deep Peyton was able to go with him, even though my husband was large. I envied her grace, the fluid movements and the overall superlative service this woman was giving him. It seemed obvious that Peyton had practiced her oral sex skills on Julian a lot during their relationship together.
"Mmmmm" I watched her take my husband into her mouth over and over, eager, his eyes wide open now, his focus was fully on her. She stopped, sucking the tip, kissing his cock, licking her lips, her mouth was red and swollen from him, like she'd just eaten a cherry.
"What would you say if I asked you to fuck me right now? She smirked, with no shame. Face cheeks flushed with desire.
I felt a wild moment of fear and panic, my blood rushing, my heart pounding, knowing that the next big step was almost upon us: my husband being actually fucked by another woman. Unfaithful again, if you could even use that term when I was sitting right there watching them.
"I wouldn't dream of denying such a beautiful lady," I heard him reply.
Peyton called the shots, easing her way up my man's body, his prick pulsing against her belly. He reached up to cup her butt, massaging the cheeks and making her rock softly against him, moaning gently.
Julian was grinning anxiously, and let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
He looked at me, his eyes assessing mine for signs of excitement or fear. I gave him a confident look, showing him just what a turn-on this whole experience was for me.
Peyton then moved up onto her knees, straddling him, reaching down to take his big cock in her hand. She teased him a little, rubbing his length against her wetness, really bringing home the fact that her tiny little pussy was going to swallow my husband's cock in just a few moments.
Now, ready, she looked down at Julian with flames in her eyes.
"Sit on it," He whispered, meeting her eyes. His hands were on her hips, gently touching her.
"Do you want it?" Peyton asked softly. She looked so wanton, so wonderfully insatiable.
He nodded.
Peyton gazed down at him and edged slightly forward, Julian's manhood in her hands, the swollen mushroom head gently touching against her sex.
He was ready. His shaft twitched seeking the warm inviting channel. And then, ever so slowly, Peyton sank down on him, and I couldn't help but swallow as the tip of his long cock popped inside her gleaming pussy lips.
Julian moaned and my pussy clenched in response. It was such a strong primitive feeling. I'd never been so jealous and turned on all at the same time, and the sensations smothered me alive.
"Oh, yes" Peyton moaned. Julian closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a moan as he felt her wet pussy slowly sliding down his cock, hugging and squeezing it tightly.
I felt so alive, seeing this. My man penetrating deep into another woman. The tantalizing view of Peyton's toned, naked shoulders and back, the narrowness of her waist, the cute little dimples that formed in her lower back, her deep breathing, holding onto his chest as she dropped all her weight down on his cock.
Julian smiled, his hands holding her hips as she eased into a galloping rut.
"Yes..." Peyton raked her fingers through her curly hair.
"So good," Peyton huffed. Her movements were deep and slow. She collected her boobs in her hands and squeezed, pinching her nipples. They made love like art come alive. Their smooth, well-designed bodies complimented one another as they loosened and writhed.
"Oh, fuck!" Julian growled.
"Mmmm" Peyton's moans were deep and piercing, each beginning to trail off before being lifted by the next. She tossed her head back, her curly blond locks smoothing down her back.
My heart raced. Julian's moans were throaty roars punctuated by small exclamations.
"Yeah! Ahhh..." I didn't realize that I'd begun to grind my clothed pussy against the comfy chair until my own quick movements nearly mirrored hers. Fighting back from the brink, I steadied myself down and took a deep, calming breath.
"You like that?" I heard Peyton whisper as she slowly worked her pussy up and down. "You like the way my pussy feels wrapped around your cock?"
I held my breath. My heart was beating like a trapped animal against my chest. I waited for his response. For him to admit something that I wanted to hear, but didn't.
"You're so tight… so good" he grunted.
Peyton laughed. It was a strained laugh, as if delivered through intense pleasure.
Julian seemed more comfortable with her after their initial physical interplay, guiding her body as she sank down on his shaft, kissing her on the mouth. A touch more friendly that I entirely liked. Weird that my smoldering jealousy was stoked up more by their kisses than even by the joining of their bodies, the cock filling her pussy.
Julian's tongue slipped inside Peyton's mouth as he continued to fuck her. His hands running over her back before claiming a resting spot on her butt, rubbing it, slapping it occasionally. My husband was lost inside her, and I was both terrified and ecstatic like never before.
After a moment or two, Peyton lifted from their kiss, looked up, then glanced over to the camera, and I don't know if she just realized the implication of it all, but she looked a little guilty. The presence of a video camera made her think twice about what was happening, but just for a moment.
"God, I forgot we were making a porno," Peyton said with no shame, then gave her new lover a playful kiss, her tongue darting right back into his mouth before smiling at the video camera again, as if teasing and taunting future viewers.
I didn't know exactly if Lucas and Peyton had discussed limits on what she could do with Julian, whether he was happy for her to do whatever she desired. I didn't know if he understood all the powerful feelings of jealousy that such acts would provoke in him, but there she was… Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer-Scott, founder of Red Bedroom Records, a married woman, committing an illicit act with another man, riding his cock like a horny schoolgirl during spring break.
The couple's moans tapered to sighs and gasps. To swishing sheets and easy kisses.
"Let's try another way…" Julian asked her after a while. I found my composure. The silence in the bedroom was thick.
Julian suddenly grabbed her hips and maneuvered Peyton so she was rolling over and onto her back, his shaft never sliding out of her. He pushed his hips and pelvis hard forward to make sure, balls-deep inside her, and she gasped.
His large hands lifted Peyton's ass a little, pulling her in closer. The blonde put both legs in towards her chest, extending them so that her ankles hook on Julian's shoulders. Then he leaned into her, using his hands to support his weight.
"Oh God…take it easy with that thing, Julian…" She instructed him, taking in consideration this variation of the missionary position was challenging if you are with a well-endowed man.
He kept his cock fully sheathed in her for a few moments, and he sighed as he felt her pussy muscles rippling all around him. Just when she was starting to adjust to his girth and length, he pulled out and smoothly slid it back in.
"You're so fucking wet... It's sliding right in," He told her. Peyton shuddered. His cock setting every nerve in her pussy burning as it moved.
My pussy ached, wanting so much to feel the sanctity of my man's cock, unfortunately I realized lust and frustration were becoming a way of life for me. My reality was to be in a continuous state of arousal with little to no relief.
"God, that's good!" she exclaimed, her eyes locked and everything melted away, except for the feeling of that long pole sliding between her legs. It didn't hurt, not only Julian was an experienced lover but he was also right, Peyton was incredibly wet.
"Mmmm" Peyton moaned fully, lost in sensation as he fucked her slowly and gently, her pussy taking him, again and again, deeper and deeper, each stroke from tip to base.
"Oh yeah, take that cock… yeah, that's it" He teased her.
Julian's sexual ability, big cock and dirty talk were everything she needed. He took long and deep strokes into her snatch and they seemed to last forever. Peyton would have gladly taken a pounding from him, I thought, but by taking it slowly, Julian really let her enjoy the experience.
"Oh God…oh God…" The blonde repeated over and over. Kneeling upright between Peyton's knees gave him great power and control. His slight downward angle made his cock graze her clit with every thrust.
I struggled with the restraints, but they held secure. I could hear the unique sounds of bodily friction oiled by her free-flowing juices and I felt my clit throb in response. I wanted to touch it, rub it, but I knew I couldn't. Instead, I watched. I watched their every movement, I watched them having fun in each other's pleasure.
Something Julian saw made him shift his weight. Her green eyes flew open as he slid her legs off his shoulders, letting them wrap around his waist instead. This position provided more physical intimacy and great clitoral stimulation for her.
"Fuck me…" she encouraged him lowly.
He smiled, their eyes locked. He had nearly stopped now, just hardly moving into her. I was six feet away and I could feel the energy between them.
Julian began moving again, and Peyton met him, with her body and with her eyes. They rocked together, with every movement I saw him taking her deeply, giving more of himself over to her. Her hands dug deep into his back pulling him closer, his weight fully on her as they moved together, almost like one figure, one body, merged and slick with their sweat.
"Ah! ah!" The carnal sounds of Julian and his new lover in the throes of passion filtered through the room.
What I saw made my breath quicken. There was something different, his movements, and her response. Julian was still fucking her, good and hard, but where she'd been tight, absorbed, trying to sustain control before, now it was like the man was fucking her wide open.
I couldn't believe my husband hadn't cum. How could he fuck her so well, so persistently, and not cum?
"God, yesss… Fuck me… don't stop" she whispered, her eyes closed, completely lost in her own pleasure. He was not slowing in the least.
"Ahhh… ahhh" Julian moaned, thrusting deeper into her. Soon they began to synchronize their movements so that they're always moving together. Peyton kept herself pressed up against him as Julian thrust into her. It only took a few seconds before she was on the verge of a powerful climax.
I'm not sure I had ever been so turned on in my life. I was moaning now, squirming within the limits of the restraints, grinding my sex against the chair in my desperation to be touched. I wanted to be in her place. Be with him. Kiss his mouth as he fucked me like that.
"Yesss" She held lightly the back of his neck with one hand so he could find her mouth with his. And soon, their tongues started dancing together, his eyes looking into the blonde's eyes as she took that big, sliding cock inside her. He was going faster and harder now, fucking her like a jackhammer and Peyton lost it.
Her sound, muffled against my husband's mouth, was low until shuddering sighs came out of her mouth like waves on water.
"Ahhhh….ahhhh….ahhh!" Peyton cried, jamming her hips back at Julian and locking her muscles around his length. Her orgasm was her whole world and she floated on it, forgetting everything for just a moment.
I expected Julian to speed up, to push hard into the wicked blonde and cum, but he didn't. His breath was slow and smooth, riding the waves of her orgasm. When Peyton's eyes finally closed, she turned her beautiful face toward me, open-mouthed and flushed.
He placed a hand on her breast and she inhaled and nearly moaned, eyes opening in surprise. And her eyes were looking right into my confused and captivated eyes.
Then Julian turned to look at me, his cock still balls deep inside Peyton. With both of them focused fully on me, I felt myself blushing and swallowing hard. Julian pressed her arms to her side, pulled out and kneeled up between the blonde's legs. I saw his shaft, wet with her honey, still hard.
"Feeling neglected? He whispered hoarsely, teasing me. I felt my throat tighten, watching his glistening erection getting fatter and more present at the sight his wife.
I quite enjoyed the show. My pussy was saturated and my clit swollen. I didn't want to stop their momentum, but thought it was time for some release. I just hoped interrupting didn't irreversibly shatter the mood.
I cleared my throat. "You know... I'm feeling a bit lonely over here..."
Julian crawled off the bed, leaving Peyton alone with the aftermath of her climax, and crossed around the bed. "Envious, maybe, that your friend got off and you didn't?" He said as he approached, his huge cock lolling between his thighs, startlingly obscene.
"Want me to untie you?" He added with a smile, offering me some freedom.
"Please." My voice was low, harsh.
Julian knelt down in front of me and soon his lips were on my breast, drawing a pink nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard while one hand clutched the fullness of my other breast. Julian was making animal sounds, and the pleasure that was firing from my nipples to my pussy made me gasp and tremble.
"Yes! Julian! Yes! Yes!" I called his name, wildly.
Before I could gather my thoughts I felt his hand move over between my legs and his fingers rubbing my pussy through my damp panties. My thoughts spread as I gasped at the pleasure that ripped through me. I tensed, my back arched and my pussy contracted in need.
I was arching and squirming, beside myself with pleasure. Julian finally released my struggling body and I was half sorry, but half glad.
He held my face with both hands and looked deep into my eyes "You're so beautiful..." He said before planting a passionate kiss on my lips.
But it ended too soon. Julian lifted his dark, beautiful eyes and looked at me, then slowly started to release my right hand. "You've been such a good girl… is that better?"
My right hand was now free to use however I wanted.
"Now the others." I suggested.
"Not so fast…"He told me. I looked at him in confusion. "You're not leaving this chair until I'm done fucking your little friend." His grin was pure evil.
On cue, the blonde's moan drew my attention back to the bed.
"Julian…" Peyton whispered, making him turn toward her. She was sitting against the headboard, her knees raised, her fingers softly rubbing her clit as she waited for him. Julian stood straight and stared at the exposed wet folds between her thighs, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his shaft seeming thicker, longer, and harder than ever.
"Please…" She was staring at my husband with a very wicked smile on her face.
"Come here" Julian said as he moved closer to the bed. Peyton smiled and crawled across the bed as he asked her to do. Julian could not believe his luck, his hand rubbing his cock in appreciation, still seriously hard though she had already used it to a complete climax.
Then he kneeled onto the floor next to the bed in front of her. "Here," He added, reaching his hands under her body, pulling her to the edge of the bed and parting her legs.
Julian was looking down at her snatch, true hunger in his eyes, but continued his patient approach, caressing her, giving her time and space. I felt the jealousy burning as my husband parted her thighs to reveal her inner thighs and her pretty pink flower, ready for him to devour as long and as passionately as he wished.
I fought to control my breathing. I slid my hand immediately down between my legs and I noticed that my panties were completely wet. I slid my hand down under the elastic of my panties, to find my aching clit with my middle finger. I could feel the moist essence against my fingertips as I began to massage my nub in circular motions.
"Mmmm" Peyton whimpered as Julian approached her with kisses up her thighs, slowly looming her open pussy. She bit her lip again at the feeling of his cool breath on her hot little snatch.
Julian kissed her pussy lips and then her clit that was engorged and pushing through her folds in excitement. The blonde sighed as she felt his warm mouth on her sensitive opening, her body melting back against him. I saw him part her folds with his tongue and I bucked against the remaining restrainers that held me prisoner on the chair. Watching the torrid action on the bed was thrilling, to say the least.
"Ohhh" Peyton moaned when Julian pressed his mouth firmly over her clit.
I felt ecstasy. The way Peyton closed her eyes and tilted her head back, those little moans, the way her nipples hovering so prominent on her chest, the way she put her hands on his head, guiding him, the unmistakable response to the delightful experience I knew Julian was giving her.
"Feels good?" He asked her quietly before lashing his tongue across Peyton's clit again. My husband certainly had the skills to back up his confidence.
"Uh-huh…" She responded, smiling like an affectionate kitten.
I bit my lip to keep me from moaning, my wet fingers moving just a little faster on my pearl, making delicious circles there.
"Ohhhh," She moaned when my man lapped at her snatch and sucked on her clit, as though it had been made for him. The wet noises of oral sex roared in my ears. I marked the visual into my brain.
Peyton grabbed Julian's head and ground her wet pussy on his tongue now buried up her sex. His nose pressed against her pearl, driving her crazy. The blonde could stand it no longer as the temperature built in her loins.
"Ahhhh" Peyton careened through a shaky sigh, her back flopped on the bed, her chest thrust out, her legs wrapped around Julian's head as she came hard and loud, exploding right in my husband's mouth.
Julian's face was bathed in Peyton's wetness, he licked and sucked up the sweet juices as fast as he could. I gently traced my fingers along my slit, trying to withhold my orgasm for as long as I could.
"How was that?" Julian asked.
"Amazing." Peyton stated breathlessly.
Julian crawled up the bed and kissed Peyton, unleashing a mouthful of the blonde's own nectar deep into her mouth. The sight of him sharing her wetness, her cum flooding around back and forth between their kiss caused my already soaked pussy to flood with more excitement.
Peyton pulled away from the kiss and pulled Julian up onto the bed beside her and then pushed him down on his back.
"I want that cock again," She said, giving my husband sultry bedroom eyes with a flip of her long blonde locks.
She knew she had Julian then and began to kiss him across his chest, and down over his abs while her hand reached down and grabbed a hold of his erection. She then brought her seductive mouth further south until she found herself gazing right at Julian's hard cock. Peyton just stared in awe at his member. It was big with an engorged head, thick pulsating veins running up and down the meat. She looked back up at Julian, smiled and turned back to business.
"Mmmm," It throbbed in her mouth, which caused Peyton to moan out in excitement.
I tried to be discreet, moving just my fingers lightly over my clit, almost imperceptibly, keeping my breathing calm, but I couldn't seem to help it from becoming harder and faster as I watched Peyton suck my man's cock like there was no tomorrow. Julian moaned, really like a living beast, and the familiar sound went straight to my core.
As he became more excited, she devoured him deeper and deeper, using her tongue to further stimulate Julian. Grasping the shaft with both hands, she slid her fingers up and down his long member as her saliva lubricated him.
He beamed, licking his upper lip, and then he did something that surprised her, I think. Julian shifted his weight, moving the blonde off of him, and moved himself in behind her as she was kneeling.
He smoothly pressed himself against her from behind, running his hands all over her body, from her small breasts to between her legs, not stopping to focus on one thing, simply exploring her quickly but carefully with his hands.
Her whole body smiled. If she'd been a dog tail, she would have been furiously wagging. He touched her body, her face, her hair. "I'm going to fuck you from behind," he told her and Peyton moved to her hands and knees.
Julian pushed her forward onto her elbows, and Peyton looked back over her shoulder at him, biting her lower lip. His shaft was standing straight up, throbbing, and the sight of it resting against her smooth behind was thrilling to me.
I watched my husband take his cock into his hand and wipe it against her pussy lips. Her wetness glistened there in the afternoon sunlight. He grabbed her by the hips and positioned her. I heard her moan as she arched her back, giving him better access. Julian looked down at her, spreading her ass cheeks open with his hands and using his thumb to brush over her clit.
"Please," she moaned when he looked intensely at her little pussy. "Julian… please…. fuck me."
It seemed to be what Julian was waiting for, his blood rushing to his manhood at her words before he clasped her hips with his hands and aligned himself with her pussy.
"Fuck!" Julian cried when he slid his hard prick through her and then into her, his muscles locked at how tight Peyton felt.
Peyton gasped, whipping her head back and moving back to meet him. He groaned, grabbing her hips to steady her, easing smoothly back out. I saw her nectar slick on his cock as he did, and it made my mouth water.
He'd started slow, moving effortlessly, in and out, but the intensity was building. Julian wasn't going soft on her anymore, he wasn't being tender, he was really slamming hard and fast into her now, and this started producing deeper sounds from her.
My pussy throbbed with the urge, and I could only press my clit hard and wait, my breath lost in the sound of their sex, but Julian seemed undisturbed.
"Oh! FUCK!" Julian moaned. My Julian. Moaning. For another woman.
He power fucked her, and based on the way the blonde met his thrusts, the way she threw her head back and forth and moaned on the end of his shaft, she loved it.
Then he let go of Peyton's left hip and fisted his hand into her curls, forcing her to arch her back. The blonde groaned at the rough gesture, but as he'd predicted, she seemed to absolutely adore it. She clasped the walls of her snatch around his hammering cock and never let go.
"Mmmm" Julian let his cock slip out of the young woman's pussy and surged back in. So fucking wet, so unbelievably tight, he was in serious heaven.
My fingers moved anxiously over my clit, watching and wanting to feel him, feel what she was feeling, seeing his face, hearing the throaty sound of his voice. I'd never seen Julian like this, from this perspective, making another woman feel so unconcealed, so lost, and something deep within me ached for it, my inner voice screaming I had to get him back. All the while my pussy was wet like never before as I watched my attractive husband lost inside another woman.
Shifting their angle a little, they treated me to a more pleasing view of a prone Peyton, clawing at the bed sheets. Her legs were spread wide on either side of Julian as he held her waist in his hands. She contorted back like a diving board being bounced on…
"Fuck me… Ahh yes!" The blonde was frantic. She arched back as my husband buoyed her up by the hips.
"AHhh… you feel so fucking good!" he grunted, rutting into her harder and faster.
My face grew hot.
She was being jostled by the force of him pounding into her, but as his pace slowed significantly, he pushed her forward so she was now lying down on the bed with her legs closed and his legs outside of hers, her behind slightly arched.
"Fuck me," She cried when he started again, easing his weight gently, slowly forward, pressing into her pussy. Her hands curled into fists on the sheets, her head dropped to the mattress, her thighs trembling slightly.
"Yes… more" she moaned, looking back at him. He listened to her, placed both hands on her hips and stilled her, until finally he was fully buried inside of her.
Peyton moaned, gasped, moaned again, whispered, "Please… Fuck me hard!"
The words electrified me, and so did the guttural moan she gave when Julian began to move. He glanced at me, his dark eyes drinking me in. Then he was focused on Peyton again, his movements shallow and slow at first, then deeper and harder as she sighed and bucked, urging him on.
I softly moaned, sucking air through my teeth. The fingers on my clit matched their passion, their speed, their intensity. Watching Julian using another woman like a little fuck doll was beyond my fantasies or expectations.
"Ahhh…ahhhhh" Peyton cried as Julian filled her, his enormous cock grazing up against every sensitive part inside her cunt. The blonde was on cloud nine, her moans and sighs turning to screams, her beautiful face twisted as though in extreme pleasure.
His left hand then moved to the back of her neck, pushing her, taking her, owning her and she gasped, cried, and begged, please, please, my husband's name rolling off her tongue over and over again. I saw her slide her fingers over her clit as he fucked her.
Sweat was pouring off my whole body now as I writhed against my fingers. I sought to enclose their flesh with mine but the remaining restrains pulled against my flesh. I was conscious that I was making inhuman noises, noises that amplified in volume as I slid two finger into me, in and out, then three, stretching me deliciously. I was on the edge of a smashing climax.
"Fuck… oh fuck…" I could see the look of pure bliss, pure delight in his face. I could hear how wet she was, how good he was making her feel as he slammed into her with reckless abandon. My own fingers on my engorged clit worked feverishly, unable to believe the stretch of her lips, taking that big dick, again and again. And then Peyton was cumming, rubbing herself and cumming hard.
"Ahhhh" That was all it took. As soon as he heard Peyton start crying, he let his pleasure rush through him.
"Ohhhh…. God!" With one more push he pulled his cock all the way out of her pussy and then released an almighty roar as he pointed his cock toward the blonde's behind. Hot cum blasted from his cock and landed on her lower back and butt.
We both watched, fascinated, as his cum shot all over her smooth, golden skin. The gluey white stuff sliding slowly down her folds toward where her fingers were pressed to her pearl.
My body responded violently to their ecstasy, my legs started to twitch, my hips arching up of their own accord as I touched myself and pulled at my restraints. Any second, I thought.
The sight of my husband's cum, seeing the concentration gathered in his face, watching him pulse and spasm as he worked his fingers expertly over his shaft, sent me over the edge, and I let this powerful orgasm ease its way through me slowly, trembling, throbbing uncontrollably until I completely collapsed on the couch.
"Wow, I think I've made quite a mess" Julian pointed out, slumping back, his eyes on Peyton and the proof of their wild evening of unadulterated fun.
"That was amazing…" Peyton said. She then whispered something to him. Julian giggled and nodded.
I was drenched down there, and still so very horny. My climax was fucking amazing, but I wanted more. I needed more. I needed to feel his cock inside me. I wondered how long it would take for my husband to recover.
"Let me get you a clean towel," Julian said and then jumped off the bed.
Peyton kneeled up and started to wipe his dripping cum off her behind, rubbing his juices on her skin "I should get cleaned up."
"Don't take too long," I said, making sure my friend understood that we're still cool, that at no point I had been in doubt or uncomfortable with the whole situation. She responded with a quick smile. It had felt strange, there had been jealousy, sure… but nothing more than that.
Julian found her a clean towel and took her to the attached bathroom. Peyton thanked him when he showed her to the door. She walked naked and magnificent, her body covered with his essence, smiling at how wicked they both were, Julian sharing her joyfulness, looking as though he wasn't quite believing what had happened. He didn't linger for too long. After a few moments, he closed the bathroom door and fixed me with a look.
"Well you obviously had a great time," I chuckled.
"You're not too mad, are you? He said, questioning my feelings on his short-term transgression.
"It was kinda hot!" I said.
"Get on the bed…"
I didn't move fast enough and as soon as he freed me completely from my ties he gathered me up like I weighed nothing and carried my body in three large strides to the bed where he tossed me. I raised my eyebrow when he crawled up onto the bed. I playfully fought him, unable to keep away from him, fascinated by what we'd done, what we'd become.
We lay facing each other for a moment, his eyes fixed on me. They were the kind of eyes you could lose yourself in so effortlessly, meet that look and you just forget everything.
It turned you on, didn't it?' Julian teased in a lowered voice, then added "… watching me like that?"
I smiled as I held up his cock, and my touch actually provoked a small but noticeable stirring in Julian. He was no sprightly 18-year-old but he was still turned on even after that first round of fucking. It wasn't going to take that much time for a second round, we didn't seem to be in any kind of a hurry anyway. And a third? Well, we'd just have to see.
"Yeah… it was so hot." I confessed, fumbling his penis quite casually. I was starting to coax the blood flow back there.
"I can't really explain how I felt. Perhaps it's some kind of primordial mechanism - the idea that other women desire and crave you makes me feel better than them," I smiled and concluded, "… because I'm the one married to you."
Julian rolled over and we kissed for a while. I got my legs inside his, wrapping his manhood with my thighs and humped, teasing him, pulling him a little.
"She wore you out, didn't she?" I asked with one eyebrow hoisted.
Julian smiled, bending over me, his mouth nuzzling my skin, kisses running down the extent of my torso, hands roaming across each other's slick skin caressing the whole time, our breathing soft and sweet.
Julian looked at me and said, "This body was built to fuck you. I'm ready."
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