Stress Relief

[susurrus]

Somehow I felt Christie resist orgasming in front of Ambrose. How I could tell was she should have cum minutes ago: she was throwing off all the signals. We'd been together long enough I could read her pretty well.

Anyhow, her resistance just made me more determined to get her off.

And when she did finally succumb, it was a bigger orgasm than if she'd just let it happen naturally. I didn't really care. I'd just made my wife cum in front of another man, and I was not only okay with it, I was turned on by the fact. It helped that I loved watching my wife let go. That there was another person in the room was, to a great extent, irrelevant.

Once Christie's orgasm began to back off, I let go of her so she could collapse and recover.

Ambrose began to applaud from where he lounged. His cock was half hard. I wondered how it was he wasn't like an iron rod.

"That was fantastic," he said, still applauding and smiling. He pushed himself fully to his feet. "Let's see how you do when I do this..."

And he offered his cock to my wife...

 

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Christie slumped against the desk, knees drawn up weakly against her chest. She vaguely heard someone applauding, then a half-erect cock was pushed in front of her face. She feebly protested, but made the mistake of looking over towards Matt for assistance. Instead, she saw intent eagerness on his face.

Swallowing her protests, she also swallowed Ambrose's semi. After a few bobs of her head, she felt him growing in her mouth and probing at the back of her throat. Shifting her position, she crossed her legs and held on to her ankles as Ambrose began to match the movements of her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Matt's gaze and did her best to smile with her mouth full.

 

[susurrus]

At first, a wave of shock went through me at the sight of Ambrose offering his cock to my wife, especially as she sat, embarrassed at having been made to climax in front of this man.

Briefly, I felt a twinge of what I thought might be jealousy, but surprisingly, it fled quickly, leaving behind excitement at the idea of getting to watch my Christie in action.

When her eyes finally opened and she saw that big cock obviously waiting for her, she looked to me. I couldn't bring myself to stop what was about to happen. In fact, my cock started to stiffen once more as she opened her mouth and took Ambrose's in.

All of a sudden, it was like watching porn. I'd seen plenty of women on the computer screen do exactly what was happening right in front of me. The biggest - and hottest - thing was, the beautiful fellatrix was the woman I'd walked in with, and would walk out with. It was possibly the most erotic sight I'd ever witnessed.

Moving over to her, I whispered in her ear while kneading a breast, "God, I love you. I don't think I've ever loved you more. Just like you enjoyed seeing me with that cock in my mouth, I love the sight of you doing the same."

 

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Christie couldn't reply verbally when Matt cuddled up against her, immediately reaching to fondle a breast. All she could do was moan, and blindly reach down to grasp his thigh. But his encouragement meant all the world. Her hand slid up her husband's thigh to reach his slick, semi-hard shaft. She pumped it a few times, in time with her head as she repeatedly swallowed Ambrose, before stitching to lightly stroking him between the fingertips of her thumb and first two fingers.

Her head though, became more aggressive with its member. She flicked her tongue from side to side on the underside kf Ambrose's shaft as she slid her mouth onto him, and again when she pulled off. It was Ambrose's turn to groan, although with a laugh of surprise. Christie smiled to herself, pleased that her trick worked on him, then reached up to carefully massage his sack.

She also changed her technique. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took Ambrose as far in as possible before extending her lips to try and cover the small bit remaining outside her mouth. Ambrose gave a grunting sigh, and Christie filed away his reaction for another time.

It was surprising her just how much she was enjoying herself, especially with her husband's encouragement and body pressed against hers. She twisted her body slightly, silently encouraging him to use his free hand on her other breast.

 

[susurrus]

Christie had seemed just a little reluctant to suck Ambrose's cock at first, but once I whispered my encouragement in her ear, she changed. When I expressed my consent for her to do what she was doing, she almost went wild, nearly deep-throating that cock I did my best on, but hadn't come anywhere close to how deep she could go.

"Fuck, baby, that's hot. Ambrose, tell my wife how she's doing." When Christie moved just the slightest bit, it put her other breast within easy reach. I took the cue and started to maul it like I had been the first.

"Holy fuck, Christie. You're one incredible cocksucker," Ambrose moaned.

"That's my wife, I want you to know," I told him, mock offended. "And you're right. She is one incredible cocksucker. I'm a lucky man."

Ambrose let Christie go a few more minutes before asking, "How's her pussy?"

 

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Christie moaned her appreciation when Matt latched onto her other breast and did her flickering tongue bit again. She expected to feel irritation or some other negative emotion at the slur of being called a "cocksucker"...but for some reason she did feel a bit of embarrassment with an overwhelming pride. Especially with Matt's teasing reminder of who she was and pride in her abilities.

And then she heard Ambrose asking about her pussy. She could feel Matt's smile, even though she couldn't see it. She could also feel Matt's hand sliding down her torso to drag a finger through her still-leaking slit and over her clit. She looked up at Ambrose just as Matt did, and felt her eyes go dreamy as her sex demanded attention again. At the moment, she was ready for anyone to stick something in her, and she didn't care who it belonged to. ...but Matt wouldn't let it go that far, would he?

 

[susurrus]

I suspected what Ambrose meant when he asked about Christie's pussy. Was I ready for that? Was SHE ready for it?

Trailing a hand down her body, I found a literally soaked pussy. She definitely was enjoying all this...

Did that mean what I thought it meant? She was pulling out all the stops on Ambrose's cock right at the moment, but did it mean she wanted to take it the next step? I didn't know. Any other time we'd have sat down and talked it all over. This was all moving too fast to do anything but react. If I reacted wrong, I'd probably fuck something up. Hopefully that wouldn't be my marriage.

My heart pounding, my voice shook when I answered, "She has a pussy second to none."

It felt ultra-fucking-bizarre to be talking about my wife like she was some kind of livestock, like she couldn't understand everything we were saying or that she wasn't right there in the room.

"May I?"

Shit. There it was. If I gave permission, what did that make me? Her pimp? Her cuckold? Both? Neither? What would Christie think of me? I'd fucked Amber. Was this reciprocity? Did it matter?

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

"Uh... okay?"

Goddamn. There it was. Now came the explosion, and I don't mean Ambrose's cock...

 

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Christie felt surprisingly sexy hearing the men talk about her...abilities...as if she weren't there. Especially with her husband's encouraging hands on her. And doubly so when he said her pussy was "second to none".

But then Ambrose asked if he could have sex with her. Matt wouldn't...would he? Her pussy contracted in delight, but her mind was in turmoil when Matt gave hesitating permission. Was his hesitstion because he wanted her to, but didn't want to seem too eager? Didn't want her to, but felt he should for some reason? Wanted her to, but was afraid of her reaction?

Ambrose was either fsr more intuitive, or more experienced than the married couple. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair before pushing back and down on her head just a bit so that she was looking at him.

"May I?"

Christie hesitated for a moment, still trying to determine Matt's reluctant answer. Finally she gave a bare nod on Ambrose's shaft, giving her assent.

 

[susurrus]

Christie didn't have a hissy fit, but she hesitated on Ambrose's cock just a brief moment before she continued.

Then, he surprised me and asked her permission. Another hesitation. I thought for a second she'd decline, but, not taking his cock from her mouth, after a few seconds, gave the slightest of nods.

My stomach went into turmoil at the same time my cock leaped for joy. I wanted to see my wife fucked, yet on the other hand I was unsure. It was the strangest of feelings.

After a few more bobs, Ambrose pulled out slowly. Christie's gaze wouldn't leave his big hard-on and the hand holding his balls only let go when he moved too far for her to keep them.

"Stay right where you are," he told her. It was an order, but delivered gently.

As he moved in behind her, she caught my eye. The look said, "Are we really doing this?" My look was still stunned.

"You're right," Ambrose said, examining my wife's privates, "she really does have a pussy second to none."

He then started rubbing the head of his cock up and down Christie's soaking wet slit. When he stopped, he said, "Last chance, Matt. Once it happens, it can't be undone." When I was unable to find my voice, he said, "Christie?"

 

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Christie felt extremely vulnerable, but also extremely aroused when Ambrose closely inspected between her legs. She found herself hoping he liked the bald look Matt had given her, although it revealed  everything down there.

Then Ambrose was between her legs, teasing her slit with his bare cock. After only a couple of strokes over her clit, her body reacted to try and get either more contact with her clit or get him inside her via her hips tilting in time with his rubbing.

She vaguely heard Ambrose warning about something being unable to be undone, but couldn't hear anything from Matt. But Ambrose then asked her, lightly grasping her chin with his hand and asking again-

"Christie?"

"Uh huh?" she softly asked, not really sure what was going on.

Apparently, Ambrose took that as her assent, because he slowly pushed into her. His hand still held her chin, so she was able to meet his gaze as he took her. Her mouth dropped slightly open in a silent gasp as he easily but slowly slid further and further into her until she felt his pelvis against hers. For the first time in more than a decade, another man was inside her-and her husband was right next to her, watching, while it happened.

 

[susurrus]

I wasn't sure the noise Christie made was assent, but Ambrose certainly took it as such, because seconds after she made it, his hands went to her hips while his pressed forward.

A brief thrill of panic went through me at what this meant: another man was fucking my wife! Disbelief was eventually displaced by arousal. This was the first time I'd seen anybody fuck, in person. That one of those people was my beautiful, talented Christie merely added a degree of taboo to it. Seeing her pussy expand to accommodate him from this vantage point was fucking hot. I knew I should be outraged, but I was swiftly becoming too horny to mind.

Before I knew it, he was balls-deep in her. The sound she made told me it didn't matter who was back there. Her pussy was full and she was content.

"Good god, Christie, I love you," I gushed.

I couldn't take my eyes off the point where Christie and Ambrose met. At least, not until I saw movement in my peripheral vision.

When I looked up, Ambrose made an indication I should get up in front of her. That sounded amazing so I quickly took up a position where my cock was in Christie's face.

When her eyes opened, there I was.

"Go ahead, baby. Please."

 

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Christie's full body and mind were absorbed by the sensation of a new man inside her that she had to close her eyes. Her body rocked back and forth in time with Ambrose's pace.

And then Matt was in front of her, his own erection bouncing in time with his heartbeat. Judging by that, he approved of Ambrose claiming her.

"Go ahead, baby. Please."

Greedily, she opened her mouth and took him inside the next time that Ambrose pushed her forward. While most of it was now on her hand, Matt smelled and tasted like the sex they had just had, and Christie found herself enjoying it even more. In large part due to the naughty, erotic situation in which the man who had unloaded into her mouth now was being primed to unload against her cervix, and while she cleaned her husband off and prepared to uoad into her throat. She moaned in enjoyment at how enjoyably dirty it made her feel.

 

[susurrus]

When Christie let Ambrose's forward motion propel her onto my cock, I loved it. The qualms I had were gone. I knew, regardless what happened here, Christie was going home with me, and that made all the difference. There might be some soul-searching after the fact, but the way I saw it, regardless what happened, as long as we experienced it together and left together afterward, it could be lived with, if not relished.

And if Christie had any qualms about what was happening now, she certainly wasn't letting on. It appeared that two cocks at once was something she craved, if the way she went after me was any indication.

"God, Matt, this is one of the most amazing pussies I've ever had," Ambrose panted after a while. "Thank you for sharing. And Christie, I thank you even more..."

As he spoke it was evident Ambrose's climax was building higher and higher. Shortly after he stopped talking, he shoved in deep and came.

Christie's enthusiasm and the unreal eroticism of sharing dragged me screaming over the edge and I unloaded in her mouth with an orgasm to rival Ambrose's.

When I finally pulled out, I remembered what Amber had told us about there being one more owner who wanted to see us.

I wasn't sure Christie or I had it in us to survive one more "interview" like the two we'd already had...

 

[fnchristie81]

There wasn't much for Christie to do except be bounced back and forth between the two men. And that was enough. Her mind was full of nothing but the sensations, tastes, and odors. At times, the rhythm had the two men moving her off from one cock and onto the other. At others, both were pushing into and with drawing at the same time. And she was loving it.

And then she felt the familiar wetness filling her pussy. Her body reacted, clenching down on Ambrose's shaft as it tried to milk every drop into itself. She came hard at having another guy's cum shot straight into her with no protection. The risks that were involved, the taboo nature of the act, and the fact that her husband was actively participating in it shot off every nerve fiber in her.

And then Matt came as well, his load largely going down her throat, some in her mouth. She decided to hold it there until he slipped out, then showed it to him and swallowed with a tired grin. She was exhausted, but her body still tingled with the lingering orgasm.

 

[susurrus]

When Ambrose finally withdrew from unloading inside my wife, there was an actual sound. It was a wet, sloppy noise I couldn't remember hearing before. To his credit, he made sure, when Christie began to collapse, to help ease her down to the floor.

"It looks like we may have worn her out," he chuckled lightly. "There's so much more we could do together, but I have to save something for Suzanne, I suppose."

I thought about the things I'd seen on videos online. There were, indeed, many other combinations that could be had when all participants involved weren't afraid to interact with their own gender. Looking over to Ambrose's limp cock, I saw the sloppy combination of his and Christie's orgasms coating him. The urge to taste that was strong, but Ambrose had already started to get dressed once again.

"I'll see what happened to Suzanne," he told us as he tucked his cock into his pants and zipped. "Thank you for an amazing time. I look forward to doing this again."

With that, he gave us each a nod, then was out the door.

When the door clicked shut, I went over to Christie, kissed and held her.

"Wow. That was intense," I said, caressing her hair. "Do we even have enough left to meet one more?"

 

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Christie was embarrassed at the sucking sound her body made when Ambrose withdrew. She let herself go limp, willing herself to melt into the floor, but Ambrose instead rested her gently down. Vaguely she heard him mention something about someone getting held up, but she was too deep in her embarrassment.

Matt lifted her torso and gave her a kiss.

"Do we even have enough for one more?" he asked.

"One more?!?" Christie asked with some alarm, but then retreated into herself nervously. She'd forgotten about Suzanne until moments later it clicked in her mind. She forced herself to relax.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do," she reiterated her recent promise to her husband. "Including, apparently, lick, suck, and fuck anyone who you think is interested," she thought silently to herself. While nerve wracking, the concept didn't seem nearly as alarming as it would have a few weeks ago. She'd already done it twice after all. And, she was forced to admit to herself, it was kind of-ok, a llot-enjoyable. Her mind drifted back into some of the scenarios it had envisaged during some of her recent experiences and snuggled deeper into Matt's arms. Oh, yes, she' d do it.

 

[susurrus]

We'd both gotten up off the floor when the door finally opened again. The woman who entered had to be Suzanne, because she didn't seem surprised to see us both standing there naked.

Suzanne was dark-skinned, maybe four-feet-ten or so, with a braid that ran past her waist. She was dressed in skin-tight latex pants, high heels and a halter top made from a similar material as the pants.

"Matt and Christie, huh? Amber and Ambrose have had their chance at you, now it's mine. Who wants it first?"

I was just as befuddled as Christie was. Who wanted what first?

Putting on my chivalrous panties, I stated boldly, "I'll go first."

Suzanne smirked. "Good boy. Hands and knees. Put your head on the ground, ass in the air."

Another stunned look to Christie yielded a snapped, "Any day, boy. Get in position. Now."

Now, I don't consider myself particularly submissive, but neither am I uber-dominant, so without further hesitation, I took up the position ordered.

I couldn't see what was happening, but a gasp from Christie gave me an idea. When I heard, "Lube him up," and felt cold liquid dribble on my hole, then get massaged in and around, there was no longer any question.

"Let him lick you," was the next thing I heard.

Next thing I knew, Christie's pussy was in my face and I was having a really hard time keeping from clenching my asshole with the cool head of a fake cock knocking at my back door...

 

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Christie had forgotten that they were supposed to be here for an interview, but just what kind of an interview was it? For some kind of sex club? She barely remembered the lingerie boutique they'd entered what felt like days before.

She had no more time to wonder, because a very petite woman entered, clad in latex. Christie was again made self conscious of her nudity, especially being freshly creampied, but there was little time to take aware before the diminutive woman was ordering Matt onto the ground. Then the woman was tossing her a bottle of lube and ordering Christie to use it on Matt while the woman stepped into a strapon and vegan tightening it down.

Christie performed as ordered while watching who could only be Suzanne. The dildo jutting out in front of the ither woman was fairly average sized for a guy, and Christie was nervous for Matt.

"Sorry," she whispered to him as she began to work the lube inside him, slowly spreading it deeper in. For her own part, she had the urge to be kneeling in front of the woman, letting Suzanne use it on her however she pleased.

"Let him lick you," was the next command. Christie sprawled back in front of Matt while Suzanne got into position behind him and slowly nudged forward.

 

[susurrus]

I wondered if everyone who worked here received a hazing interview like this. Don't get me wrong, it was some of the wildest sex I'd ever had, I'd done and allowed things I'd never thought I'd ever do before.

Christie's pussy was a gloriously sloppy mess. I was still horny enough that the prospect of eating another man's jizz out of my wife sounded like naughty fun. When I started licking her, the flavor wasn't bad. The combination of both genders' fluids more-or-less canceled any potentially objectionable tastes or aftertastes out of the mixture.

Meanwhile, there was still that insistent pressure at my asshole...

"Gonna have to relax, boy, or this is gonna be real unpleasant," Suzanne warned from behind me.

Fortunately, I was able to concentrate more on the pussy in my face than the cock at my hole, and somehow, I released some of the tension enough that Suzanne slipped into me.

A gasp of surprise flew from my lips at the sensation. This was by far the biggest thing I'd ever had back there. I won't say it was unpleasant, but it certainly was different.

"You're doing fine, Matt," Suzanne told me as she kept a steady push until her hips met my ass.

"Give me a minute," I told her. "This is my first time."

Suzanne laughed. "You betcha. It might be your first, but after this, I bet it won't be your last."

I wen't back to licking Christie moments before Suzanne started slowly pumping that fake cock in and out of me...

 

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While it wasn't weird to have her husband go down on her-although he was always far more eager to do so tham she was to let him-it was an incredible turn on for him to do so right after another man had unloaded inside her. She barely paid attention to the diminutive yet apparently experienced boutique owner sodomized her husband.

"God, that's sexy," she whispered to herself as she watched Matt lapping at her slimy cleft. She tried to stifle a groan when he swept his tongue broadly over her clit. Still, she needed more stimulation. Despite wanting to watch in fascination as Matt ate her out, she lay back and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her while her hands slipped back to her chest and began lightly stroking all over her breasts and nipples.

 

[susurrus]

About the time Suzanne bottomed out in me, Christie grabbed my head and pulled my face into her cum-filled cunt. I wasn't getting away from either of these women, even if I wanted to.

When Suzanne started fucking me, I was surprised to find how good it felt. It was obvious she'd done this, probably many times before, and her purpose wasn't punishment. I was confident that would have felt a lot different...

And even though I was supposedly the self-appointed and approved top in Christie's and my relationship, the way she reacted to my face in her filled pussy, I had the feeling I'd be eating a lot more creampies in the future...

The whole crazy, taboo aspect to this supposed interview made me wonder if these people did team-building retreats or anything like that, and if so, what they must look like...

In the meanwhile, I was butt fucked and ate my wife's creampie like I loved it.

And I think I did... I sure as hell wanted to make Christie cum...

 

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Christie was surprised at how eagerly Matt was licking her, and wasn't sure if it was because he enjoyed it or to take his mind off from what was happening to him.

She replayed in her mind how Ambrose had taken her while she was being watched and caressed by her husband, and how her husband-the very same man who was now earing her out-had not only allowed Ambrose to go bare inside her, but to ejaculate in her. Her fingers on her nipples became more insistent as she imagined it happening again, with other men.

And meanwhile, Matt was allowing himself to be taken by a woman. The recollection caused Christie to look down her body at the still-clothed woman with the fake phallus as she slowly but steadily became more forceful with Matt. She couldn't help but wonder what it would ve like to have one of the "security" models have her, then have her husband immediately after. She already knew that she could and would watch her husband have another of the female models, and would even help him out with her if asked.

 

[susurrus]

God, I could hardly believe how much I liked both eating my wife's cum-filled pussy, as well as the feeling of having my ass plowed by an obviously skilled cockstress. I did wonder, though, how different it might feel if the cock was real...

'So, this is what it feels like to be the center of attention,' I thought as I was taken at both ends, because, with Christie holding my head in place, I couldn't be considered to be anything but...