The New Couple (PART 2)

We didn’t wait long.

A couple of days later my phone lit up. It was him. Short message, but I could feel the heat behind it: “Come over tonight. She can’t stop thinking about it.”

When I walked in, the air was already different. Same apartment, same warm summer evening, but the shyness from last time had cracked wide open. She was waiting in a thin summer dress that barely hid anything, nipples already hard against the fabric. He poured me a drink with a small, knowing smile. We didn’t need much small talk.

She came straight to me.

Her hands went to my chest, then lower, cupping the bulge in my jeans like she’d been thinking about it since the moment I left last time. “I want you inside me tonight,” she said, voice low but steady. No more asking permission for every little thing. The first time had broken the dam.

Clothes came off fast.

She pulled me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs. Her husband sat in the chair this time, watching, slowly stroking himself as he took it all in. She reached down, wrapped her soft hand around my cock, and rubbed the leaking head through her soaked folds. She was already dripping — warm, slick, ready. The head of my cock slid between her pussy lips and I felt it: that first perfect moment of heat and wetness wrapping around me.

She sank down slow.

Inch by inch my cock disappeared inside her. She was so fucking warm — tight, velvety, pulsing around me like her body was trying to pull me deeper. Her juices coated every inch as she took me all the way to the base. A soft, broken moan left her throat when I bottomed out. She stayed there for a second, eyes closed, just feeling me throb inside her.

Then she started to move.

She rode me with these slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against me every time she sank down. I held her waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of her bouncing tits. Her pussy was making these wet, filthy sounds every time she lifted up and dropped back down. She was soaked — I could feel it running down my balls.

Her husband got up and moved closer. He didn’t join in right away. He just watched, eyes dark, one hand on her lower back, the other stroking his own cock. Every now and then he’d lean in and kiss her neck or reach under to rub her clit while I was buried inside her. The extra touch made her clench around me so hard I groaned.

“Fuck… she’s so wet for you,” he muttered, almost to himself.

She leaned forward, hands on my chest, and started riding faster. Her tits swung right in front of my face. I caught one nipple in my mouth and sucked. She gasped and ground down harder. I could feel every ridge inside her, every flutter of her walls. Her pussy was gripping me like it didn’t want to let go.

We switched positions.

I flipped her onto her back and hooked her legs over my arms, folding her open. I slid back inside in one smooth thrust. She was even wetter now. The new angle let me go deeper, and every time I bottomed out she let out this needy little cry. Her husband knelt beside us on the bed, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs so he could feel my cock sliding in and out of her.

“Look at how she takes you,” he said, voice rough. “She’s dripping all over you.”

I could see it too — every time I pulled back, my cock was shiny with her cream. It coated my shaft and ran down onto the sheets. She was watching my face the whole time, eyes glassy, mouth open. Every thrust made her tits bounce. I leaned down and kissed her hard while I fucked her, tongues sliding together, both of us breathing into each other’s mouths.

Her husband moved up by her head. She turned and took him into her mouth without being asked, sucking him while I kept pounding into her pussy. The sight of her lips stretched around him while her cunt squeezed me was almost too much.

I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. She arched her back instantly, presenting that soaked pussy to me. I slammed back in and started fucking her hard — deep, fast strokes that made her ass ripple and her moans turn into little sobs of pleasure. Her husband moved in front of her again so she could keep sucking him.

I reached under and rubbed her clit with two fingers while I fucked her. She came first.

Her whole body locked up. Her pussy clamped down on my cock so tight it almost hurt, pulsing and fluttering as she moaned around her husband’s dick. Wetness gushed out around me, soaking my thighs. She shook and trembled, but I didn’t stop. I fucked her right through it, chasing my own orgasm.

When I felt it hit, I buried myself as deep as I could go and came inside her. Thick pulses of cum flooded her warm pussy. She kept squeezing me, milking every drop while she moaned around her husband’s cock. He came right after, pulling out at the last second to paint her tongue and lips.

I stayed inside her for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my cock still twitching in the mess I’d made of her. When I finally pulled out, cum leaked out of her swollen pussy and ran down her thighs. She collapsed onto the bed between us, flushed, smiling, completely wrecked in the best way.

Her husband looked at me, then at her, then back at me.

“Next time,” he said quietly, “we both take her at the same time.”

She shivered at the words and reached for both of us again.

That second night was hotter than the first.