I was a confused and bewildered man as I stood there in the unkempt backyard of Lisa’s boyfriend's dilapidated wood-sided house. My iron-hard cock and adrenaline rush confirmed just how excited I was as I watched Lisa’s willing participation in this mini-gangbang. But another part of my brain and heart wondered where this road we were on was leading. I’d been enjoying the excitement and rush, knowing this was just about sex and love and didn’t represent any kind of a threat to the love and marriage we had. But all of a sudden, I wasn’t quite so sure. Lisa had only been on two ‘dates’ with her young Hispanic gangbanger boyfriend, and already she was putty in his hands, willingly giving herself over body and soul to first blow him and his two friends. And now for the finale of the initiation ceremony into their little gang, she was taking all three of their Mexican dicks deep into her beautiful body at the same time.
Miguel’s long thin cock was reaming in and out of her ass. Jorge was firmly holding both sides of Lisa’s head as he fucked his obscenely thick cock out of Lisa’s skull. And all the time Lisa’s young tattooed boyfriend Carlos lay still with his over-sized horse cock balls deep in my wife, acting like some carnal anchor to keep her safely in place for the pleasure of his buddies.
My brain and thoughts spluttered first one direction and then the other, torn between excitement and worry. And all the time Carlos held and kissed Lisa as his buddies worked their big cocks in and out of my compliant wife. Their faces told me they were thoroughly enjoying their part roles in my wife’s initiation ceremony, loving the feel of her tight ass and warm mouth around their Mexican cocks.
The scene seemed to go on and on forever until I saw both Miguel and Jorge start to slowly gather pace and speed up in their fucking of Lisa’s ass and mouth. Until then, Lisa was wriggling around just a little, any more movement made nigh on impossible by the three cocks attacking her body from different angles, her own enjoyment clear from the moans and whimpers somehow managing to escape from her mouth around the edges of Jorge’s thick cock. As the two young Latino’s started speeding up, Lisa’s moans of pleasure and encouragement became louder and more excited and I knew her own orgasm was getting closer just as it was for Miguel and Jorge.
I felt an extra twist of the giant hand squeezing my stomach as I realized that the guys would soon be shooting their jizz deep within my wife and that she herself was about to climax from the treatment the three young guys were giving her. As their speed and Lisa’s moans built up, it was all I could do to stop myself cumming as I stroked the front of my jeans, all the time having to be careful that I didn’t cum and soil myself, which would have been difficult to explain to whichever Uber driver would be taking me home.
Miguel and Jorge were now slamming into Lisa, Carlos strangely content to just lay still with his huge dick deep but static within my beautiful wife, just content to play with her nipples which were squashed flat against his muscular chest as Miguel powered into her ass from behind.
I knew the end couldn’t be far away and only a few seconds later it was Lisa who came first, her body going totally rigid as a weird wounded cry escaped from her lips and her whole body spasmed and shook several times, as four or five waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. As Miguel and Jorge were already so close to their own climaxes, Lisa’s orgasm triggered both of her male companions and they both roared out loud as they came almost at the same instant. Miguel made one final thrust and I could tell from his body movements he was spurting maybe four or five jets of his hot seed deep into my wife’s guts, which was a first for her as I’d never cum inside her ass.
I was thinking how kinky and hot this was, Miguel the first guy to cum in her ass, when Jorge did his best to overtake his friend, as he pulled out of Lisa’s mouth and wanked all of his hot white goo all over my wife’s beautiful face. He was a heavy cummer, and he must have spurted seven or eight times and each spurt seemed to carry a ridiculous amount of spunk. Lisa’s face was soon plastered with his seed. It was all over her cheeks, eyelids, chin, and forehead, with several spurts dumping white goo in her dark hair.
Lisa had to use her fingers to scoop the goo out of her eyes so she was able to open her eyes, and one of the most haunting memories from the whole evening was how she smiled at Jorge as she opened her eyes and looked at the young Latino whose jizz was covering her beautiful face. To my excited but tortured mind, it reminded me of how a dog looks at their beloved owner. Once again, I felt my body shiver with the thought of where this thing might be headed. Only two nights in, was Lisa already in some way ‘owned’ by Carlos and his cronies.
I felt my heart beating even faster as I turned this thought over in my mind, as a second shiver passed through me as Lisa smiled at Jorge and licked her lips and the sperm that was on them in a way that told him she loved the feel of his warm essence on her face. In case he’d missed the message, with two fingers she wiped several scoops of his seed from both cheeks and her chin and with a big show put both fingers into her mouth and sucked them like a nervous child licks a pacifier. When those two fingers came out, Lisa smiled wickedly as she showed how clean they were to the man who had coated her face just moments ago.
By now Miguel had slowly removed his slackening cock from Lisa’s ass and was working around towards the side of the bed where Lisa’s head was smiling at Jorge. He leant in as if he was about to give Lisa a thankyou kiss before heading to clean-up, but he smiled and thought better of it.
“Oh no, maybe not. I don’t want Jorge all over me. Thanks, Lisa, that was sweet. I loved fucking your lovely tight ass,” and then he carried on walking in the direction which I guess was the shower room.
Jorge grinned at Lisa and had no such hesitation, giving Lisa a deep and passionate kiss, stroking her hair as he did so. “Thanks, babe. I loved cumming all over your pretty face. Sweet man.”
Then he turned to Carlos. “Thanks, man. This one’s a keeper. You did good man, trading Angelita in for this one.”
Again, that shiver returned to my body. I felt guilty as hell, but I was excited hearing my beautiful wife talked about in such an offhand and material way. The very opposite of the loving and tender marriage we had and the way we treated each other. It was so dirty and different, that’s why it felt so hot. But hearing those words from Jorge, ‘she’s a keeper’, felt like a hammer blow on my skull, making all of my earlier worries come flooding back.
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Miguel and Jorge left soon after, Carlos making it clear he wanted time alone with his ‘Chica’ as he told them. Without bothering with any clothes, he showed them to the door and then returned to the bedroom, his huge horse-cock bobbing up and down in front of him as he walked. As he walked towards the bed, I couldn’t help but feel jealous and more than a little humiliated by the way Lisa looked at him. It was a look which combined lust, desire with a hint of devotion and tenderness. It was the kind of look the shy high school girl gives the star quarterback as he walks towards her in class just one date into their relationship. All excitement and pride, hardly daring to believe the guy is really hers.
“You okay, babe?” he asked as he reached the bed and it sagged under his weight as he lay down and pulled Lisa to him.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Lisa replied, her face breaking into a happy smile as she continued. “More than okay, actually, being as you’re asking, honey.”
Just for a moment, Carlos’s normally stern and aggressive face broke into a smile. “I’m real glad you feel like that, baby. I hope you understand this is just a little ritual me and the boys go through when I start seeing a new girl. It’s kinda me showing them they’re important to me, they’re my bros, like what’s mine is there's kinda thing. So, I’m glad you enjoyed it, coz not all the girls I’ve been with enjoyed it.”
Carlos paused and there was a moment of silence between them, his powerful arm wrapped possessively around Lisa’s shoulder pulling her so her head was snug on his chest.
“Ya ever done anything like that before, babe?”
Lisa turned her head to look at her young tattooed lover. “Hell no. Adam and I have never done anything like that before.”
Hearing my name mentioned sent a jolt through my body, heightening all of my feelings, as I suddenly felt like an outsider as my wife talked about me to another man with whom she was enjoying an intimate evening.
“What about before Adam? I never went to college myself, but I know there’s always some pretty wild anything-goes parties on campus. What about then, with your other guys?”
“The answer’s still no,” Lisa grinned up at her man. “You almost sound like you want me to have done something like that before.”
“Nah … just inquisitive, honey … so as this was the first time, how was it? Did you like having three guys in you at the same time? Did you like being the center of attention? Letting me and my boys do you, do whatever we wanted to your sweet sexy body? Feeling my cock and Miguel’s dick nearly touching deep in your body?”
Lisa reached up and kissed Carlos lightly on the lips, tenderly touched the side of his face and grinned. “I won’t lie, I was nervous and frightened when you first told me you wanted to do that to me. Adam and I have only done anal a couple of times and I didn’t really enjoy. And the thought of you, with your size, deep in my pussy while Miguel fucked me in the ass … well … let’s just say I was frightened you’d split me in two. But the way you guys did it, once I’d adjusted and calmed down, it was amazing. I loved it, feeling so full, feeling that I was the total focus of three horny and handsome young guys.”
Carlos was still grinning. “So, when the mood takes me again, you’ll be okay if I ask you to put out for my bros?”
Lisa’s grin mirrored Carlos’s own, and I felt an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach as I knew full well what my wife’s answer would be.
“I’d love it, baby. Maybe not tomorrow, I think I need a few days to recover, but then I’d love a repeat performance.”
Carlos kissed Lisa and rolled her back onto the bed as he positioned his muscular tattooed body on top of hers.
“You need time to recover? Is that so? That ain’t gonna happen, not when there’s a horny young Mexican guy who’s not cum in your sexy little body tonight,” he grinned as he pushed my wife’s leg wide apart and started stroking the plum-sized head of his cock up and down the entrance to Lisa’s body.
Lisa laughed, in between moans of pleasure told Carlos, “Well, you’re different, honey. I don’t need a rest from you. There’s only one of you. Even if you are bigger than your friends Jorge and Miguel. I never want a rest from you, honey. Whatever gave you that idea?”
Her young tattooed lover seemed satisfied with Lisa’s volte-face and he thrust all of his horse-sized cock deep into her welcoming body, as soon as he was fully embedded within her he grabbed her ankles and hoisted her legs up until my wife’s legs were wrapped around his neck as she willingly gave herself to the twenty-something gangbanger.
Carlos started slowly, but he was soon hammering into Lisa with a ferocious speed and power, and despite her earlier tiredness and exertions with the three guys, she was loving the sexing that her younger lover was giving her. Their mouths seemed perpetually locked together in a series of passionate and lustful kisses, Carlos’s inked hands teasing and toying with Lisa’s nipples and tits until her teats were harder and prouder than when we made love, which strangely excited me.
Understandably, neither of them seemed to need or want a long fuck after all the exertions earlier. Lisa’s moans, panting and whimpering told me just how much she’d forgotten her tiredness and was loving every stroke and thrust, loving what Carlos’s horse- dick was doing to her insides.
They fucked on like this, with a passion and intensity that was awe-inspiring, for only a few minutes and I could tell from their body movements that both of them were close. It may only have been their second night together, but they moved with a rhythm and co-ordination that suggested a natural chemistry and connection between them. As their passion built up and up, higher and higher until Carlos roared and Lisa dug her nails deep into his shoulders as they made one final urgent push at each other and both their bodies locked and spasmed as their bodies were overwhelmed by the electricity and dopamine from two monstrous climaxes. They continued to push and jerk and spurt for what seemed an age, until finally they were both equally spent and they both collapsed back onto the bed, still touching and holding hands as they both gulped down huge lung-full of breath.
I’d only just managed to stop myself coming and like them, I tried to calm down, although it was much more difficult for me as I was the only one of the three of us who’d not enjoyed the release and pleasure of cumming.
I temporarily moved back from my spying crack in the curtains and rested back against the side wall, until I felt I was sufficiently calm and in control of myself.
As I slowly moved back to the crack in the curtains so as not to attract attention, I saw that a new calm and peacefulness had descended on the lovers. My wife was laying with her head nestled on the chest of her tattooed Latino lover, ten years her junior and from a different world than the one she normally inhabited.
For a moment there was no conversation between them, but then it was Carlos who spoke first, asking a question which surprised me.
“Baby, you told me on Friday your hubby thought you were out with the girls,” he stated with a quizzical look on his face. “And then earlier tonight you told Gabby that you and your hubby have ‘an understanding’ but that he has no idea where you are tonight or what you’re doing.”
The young gangbanger left the question hanging there, waiting for my wife to answer his unasked but implied question: To fill him in a little more on just exactly what her husband allowed her to do and what he did or didn’t know.
Lisa propped her head off her lover’s chest and turned to look up at him.
“Carlos, baby, do you really want to know? Do we really have to talk about him, talk about my husband?” Lisa replied, a slightly weary and reluctant tone in her voice.
“Lisa, baby. It’s you I’m interested in. It’s you I want to go out with, not your husband. But I just want to know whether I need to keep a lookout for an angry ax-wielding husband, upset that I’m balling his pretty wife.”
Lisa seemed to relax and grinned at Carlos. “Relax, baby. Adam’s not like that. And to answer your question, it’s just like I told Gabby. I have Adam’s permission to date other guys. He knows there was a guy at work who’d been flirting with me for three months. And he knows that a guy fucked me Friday night. And he knows I’m out tonight. But that’s just about all he knows. He doesn’t know your name or anything, and when I came on Friday night, he could obviously see I’d been well fucked, but I teased him and didn’t tell him any of the details. And tonight, while he was cooking dinner, while the kids were watching TV, I got all dolled up and just gave him a goodbye kiss and just told him ‘don’t wait up’ and walked right out of the house to meet you. He knows I’m out playing, but he’s got no idea where or with who.”
Her explanation complete, Lisa continued with her naughty smile at Carlos, like a kid who was actually proud that they’d put the ball through the window playing ball in the back yard, waiting for his response.
“Shit. You’re quite a piece of work, Mrs. Lisa Riley, do you know that? I almost feel sorry for your poor husband, being treated like that. Like a doormat. But I guess his loss is my gain. I had no idea when I started flirting with you at work that you and your husband had that kind of arrangement. Hell, if I’d have known that I’d have tried harder and been fucking you two months ago.”
If it was humanly possible, Lisa gave Carlos an even more wicked grin. “If I’d have known what you were packing between your legs three months ago, I’d have opened my legs for you two months and twenty-nine days ago.”
Carlos laughed at Lisa’s retort, happy that despite the ten-year age gap he’d maybe finally met his match.
“So how many other guys have you chewed up and spat out before now?” he asked with a flat tone.
“None, honey,” she reassured him. “You’re the first. Adam and I have had this fantasy for a few years, but I wasn’t really keen until you came along and started hitting on me. When I saw your irresistible beautiful brown eyes, dimples and muscles, I suddenly became a whole lot more interested in my husband’s bedtime fantasies and offers to let me sleep with other guys.”
Lisa and Carlos exchanged a look that was suddenly a lot more serious, their playful banter now ended as Lisa had revealed the true extent of how much she fancied her young Latino work admirer.
“So, he’s okay if you carry on seeing me?” the alpha Latino asked, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.
Lisa reached up and kissed him softly, again stroking the side of his face to reassure him. “I guess, as long as nothing romantic develops between us. I guess if something like that developed and he found out, that would be a deal-breaker for him.”
Carlos grinned wickedly. “Well, that’s okay then. I ain’t planning on putting a ring on your finger anytime soon. I just planning on turning you from a goody-two-shoes little mummy and homemaker into the naughtiest little slut this city’s ever seen. On showing you what you’ve been missing all of these years, and then sending you back to hubby with a belly full of my spunk, a stretched and battered pussy and a smile on your face as you count down the minutes to next time.”
Lisa smiled, with a dreamy look on her face. “Well, that sounds just peachy. What could Adam possibly find to object about in that little situation? After all, he wanted me to have fun and go with other guys. So, really, you and me is like a dream come true for him. Hell, maybe we can even get a tax deduction for charitable works.”
“I’ll show you charitable works, Mrs. Slutty Lisa Riley,” and with that final comment from her young Latino lover, the talking was over and the action recommenced as once again he rolled Lisa onto her back and sank his huge cock deep into my moaning wife.
Just at that moment, I felt my phone vibrate in my left-hand pocket. As I retrieved it, I saw that Sharon was calling me. Thinking on my feet I killed the call and texted back.
Me: Hi Sharon, difficult to talk right now. What is it? Adam
Sharon: Sorry to bother you, Mr. Riley, just wondering when you’re coming home as I need to be back home in around thirty minutes.
Shit. I turned it over in my mind, but didn’t find any smart answers and resigned myself that I only had around ten more minutes to watch Lisa and Carlos together before having to head back home.
Me: Okay, I’ll be home in thirty. Thanks for your help tonight, we really appreciate it.
As I typed the word ‘we’ my mind dwelt on the irony in those two little letters. Lisa had no idea that Sharon was helping us out like this tonight. It was me, not we, who was grateful for Sharon’s babysitting duties tonight. Lisa would have been out getting laid by her young Latino beau whether or not Sharon had been able to babysit or not. It was me who had managed to get my rocks off because of Sharon’s flexible babysitting services.
My text reluctantly sent to Sharon, I slowly raised my eye back to the peeping slash in the curtains to enjoy the last few minutes of the Lisa and Carlos show. Even in those remaining ten minutes Carlos managed to fuck Lisa in a couple of different positions and give her a couple of orgasms, as I watched his huge dick pillaging her depths as he made her big boobs shake and jiggle in a way that made me want to be there in the room with them so that I could enjoy my lovely wife’s body.
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I finally dragged myself away from the Lisa and Carlos sex-show, which wouldn’t have been out of place in the seedier parts of Amsterdam or Bangkok, at around twenty to eleven. I reckoned my Uber would deliver me home at eleven, which was obviously the curfew by which Sharon needed to be back home next door.
There was just about enough parenting DNA left in my consciousness to remember to check-in on the kids, who were sleeping like angels, totally unaware of what their loving mother was doing in a run-down little house on the other side of town. Having fulfilled my parenting duties, I headed downstairs and poured myself a large malt whiskey and sank into my favorite armchair.