It had been three weeks since I last saw Anita. I wouldn’t have called her for a date, considering she was married. Admittedly, I missed seeing her bend over and present herself to me, asking for nothing more than a hard fuck and a load of my cum in her pussy. So, I was pleased to see her show up for my Thursday night gig at the bar. I was also intrigued that she brought a friend with her.

Usually, Anita would get a seat in front of the stage, but tonight, she stood along the side wall next to her friend, who sat on one of the barstools. Her friend was younger, maybe in her late 30s, with an athletic body, about Anita’s height, maybe 5’3”. They chatted during the show and, afterward, came up to say hello. As a gentleman, I didn’t let on that Anita and I had been intimate, just in case this was a secret she didn’t want to share with her friend.

“Carlos, this is my friend Aubrey,” Anita introduced.

While Anita was attractive, Aubrey was stunning: high cheekbones, a sweet smile, and long dark hair. Not to be lecherous in Anita’s presence, I smiled and politely acknowledged that I was happy to meet her.

“So, how have you been?” I asked Anita, as if we were nothing more than casual friends.

“OK,” Anita demurely responded.

At this moment, I sensed that Anita was uncomfortable. Looking closely, it appeared that she might have been crying.

Aubrey stepped in front of Anita and entered the conversation.

“Her husband accused her of cheating on him. He spanked her and whipped her ass with a belt before he left for work tonight. I heard it through the wall. I’m her next-door neighbor in the apartment building. The walls are thin.”

I produced a look of concern. “That’s terrible,” I commented.

“In any case, Anita is moving in with me. She isn’t safe staying with him,” Aubrey announced as she put her arm around Anita and gave her a reassuring hug.

“You should see what he did to her ass. He must have whipped her at least 10 times with that belt,” Aubrey added.

“Not here,” I interjected.

“No, obviously not here,” Aubrey shook her head. “Come back to our place. You need to see this.”

I packed up my guitar and followed them to their apartment building. Aubrey’s one-bedroom apartment was nicely furnished but small. She brought three beers out of the refrigerator.

“I moved in here last month,” Aubrey shared.

She added, “If all goes well, my divorce should be final in a few months.”

Anita opened hers, took a sip, placed her beer on the end table, positioned her hands on the back of the sofa, and bent forward.

“You need to see this,” Aubrey pronounced as she raised Anita’s skirt and lowered her panties to her knees.

Anita’s beautiful, full, round, firm ass was red with several purple welts where her husband’s belt had landed. I winced at the sight. Now I realized why Anita didn’t sit down at the bar.

“There’s a bottle of aloe vera gel in my bathroom. Can you get it for me?” requested Aubrey, pointing to her bedroom.

Aubrey’s bedroom was tastefully decorated. The bed was freshly made. Her bathroom was neat and tidy. The bottle of aloe vera gel sat to the right of the sink. I delivered it to her.

Aubrey thanked me. Anita bent over, holding the back of the sofa, while Aubrey raised Anita’s skirt again. I settled into an armchair and sipped my beer. Aubrey poured a generous amount of the gel on her left hand and began massaging it into Anita’s ass and the backs of her legs.

“God, that feels so good. Thank you, thank you, Aubrey,” Anita sighed as she spoke.

My cock grew thick and hard in my jeans as I watched Aubrey massaging Anita’s naked, whipped ass.

“Why did Anita’s husband think she was cheating?” I enquired.

“He just knew. He’s really insecure. Anita showed me a photo of his cock. It’s really small,” Aubrey added.

“Oh, really,” I responded.

I suppose Anita showed Aubrey the same photo of her husband’s cock that she showed me the night we met.

After a pause, Aubrey added, “Anita tells me that she loves your cock.”

At that moment, I practically choked on my last sip of beer. I caught my breath, swallowed it, and paused before responding coolly.

“Well, I must say I’m quite fond of it myself,” I said.

“So, I take it you know about ‘us,’” I added.

“Girls talk,” explained Aubrey. “Let’s just say you got a very good review,” she announced.

“Anita,” I teased, “I cannot believe you shared our intimate moments with a stranger.”

“Perhaps your indiscretion deserves another spanking,” I added with a smile.

Aubrey got the joke, but Anita thought I was serious and shouted, “No! My ass still hurts! I want a fucking! Not a damn spanking!”

Aubrey smiled, locked eyes with me, and gestured with her head toward Anita’s exposed haunches as if to say, “Go to it!”

“I suppose I could,” I commented.

“Would you object if I watched?” Aubrey inquired.

“It’s your home. I can’t see why not,” I responded with a shrug.

Anita stepped out of her panties while maintaining her grip on the back of the sofa. Aubrey walked to the kitchen, extracted another can of beer from the refrigerator, popped the top open, pulled up a dining room chair about 10 feet to the right of Anita’s ass, took a sip, smiled, and settled in a relaxed position to observe.

Anita retained her grip on the sofa back and looked back over her shoulder at me.

I placed my beer on the coffee table, unbuckled my pants, and positioned myself behind Anita. I lowered my pants and boxers to my upper thigh when Aubrey stood and interjected, “Hey, this isn’t the rooftop. No one is going to barge in on you. Get undressed! Both of you!”

Aubrey strode up behind me and pulled my pants down to my knees, commenting, “That IS a nice cock.”

While I stepped out of my shoes and undressed, Aubrey approached Anita and helped her raise her dress over her head. Anita’s only remaining garment was her bra.

“Would you like to do the honors?” asked Aubrey, pointing to the hooks on the back of Anita’s bra.

My cock was fully erect as I approached Anita. She stood up as I released her spectacularly augmented breasts from the confinement of her bra. I grasped her hips and turned her around to place my hands beneath them and appreciate their weight. My thumbs brushed her nipples. She gasped with pleasure but rapidly reached down, wrapped her little hand around the shaft of my cock, and blurted out:

“Just fuck me!”

Aubrey smiled, sat down in her chair, crossed her legs, and took a sip from her beer. Anita turned around, grasped the back of the sofa, and presented her red and bruised ass to me.  I grasped her hips and bent my knees slightly to establish an appropriate entry angle. Anita stood on her toes. Her pussy was already quite moist, and she gasped as the head of my cock entered her.

I could not resist turning to my right to see if Aubrey was enjoying the performance. She smiled back and nodded approvingly.

Anita whimpered and moaned as I deliberately fucked her with just the head of my cock. I savored the power as she tried to back her ass up to get my full length in her. I resisted, working her G-spot for a minute or so until she shrieked with her first orgasm.

I turned to Aubrey. She nodded approvingly and mouthed “well done” as she took another sip of her beer. I returned my focus to Anita, fucking her deeper with long strokes, pulling out almost all the way each time but still only giving her two-thirds of my length.

Aubrey was certainly enjoying the performance. The hand that was not holding her beer gently rested on her pelvis, not actually rubbing her pubis but offering slight pressure on the front of her blue jeans.

Anita soon began to vocalize the arrival of her second climax. Aubrey and I shared smiles as Anita began to convulse in her orgasm. I held Anita’s hips tightly as her breathing gradually slowed.

If I were a matador, and this performance were a bullfight, it would now be time to go in for the kill. Aubrey’s eyes were wide open, staring intently at the arena, which consisted of Anita’s ass, my hands grasping Anita’s hips, and my own pelvis. I wiped the sweat off my brow and prepared the final assault and deliver Anita’s reward - a pussy full of my semen.

I began with deep, full strokes. Anita winced in pain as my thighs impacted her still tender, whipped ass while the tip of my cock now reached her cervix. My balls swung and grazed her clit as my assault intensified. I continued with this for 30 seconds, 45 seconds, maybe 60 seconds, as Anita’s shrieks of pleasure and pain intensified until I could hold back no longer.

I growled as I held Anita’s hips in place, as I unloaded what felt like a pint of semen in her pussy.  My cock remained hard and embedded in her as we both caught our breath. Aubrey jumped up from her chair.

“Hold there, let me get you two some warm washcloths. If Carlos pulls out now, I’ll be cleaning semen from the rug forever,” Aubrey announced.

We stayed coupled in position until Aubrey returned. She handed a washcloth to Anita. Aubrey held the other washcloth below my balls as I pulled out. Anita quickly placed her washcloth at her introitus to catch any semen that likely would have plopped down on the rug. She held the cloth in place and excused herself to go to the bathroom and “freshen up.”

Aubrey, ever the considerate hostess, cleaned my slightly softening penis with the cloth, offering a gentle squeeze to express any residual semen left in the barrel. Aubrey looked up into my eyes and then down at my cock resting in her hand. “That was quite a performance, Carlos,” she confided as she gently pressed on my perineum to help release the last of my semen.

“What song was your favorite?” I questioned in jest, implying that she was referring to my musical performance.   

“You know what I’m talking about,” Aubrey snapped back with a mock frown.

“Well, providing a high-quality performance is important in any theatre,” I shared. “So, you enjoyed the show?” I teased.

“Yes, I was quite impressed with your artistry,” Aubrey shared.

“Well, I do accept tips,” I offered, realizing my cock had already stopped softening and was rapidly regaining turgor.

Pointing to the distal end of my erection, the shaft held in her left hand, Aubrey stated, “Well, I might be interested in accepting this tip one day, but it’s late, and I have to be at the gym at 5 am tomorrow before work. Get yourself cleaned up and head home. I might try to make it to your show next week.”