the first time Ashley rode the Sybian.
“Mmm.” Tasha breathed over the reddening head, teasing it with short little flicks of her tongue. “You want to see us both on our knees?” Her eyes met his and she saw the light in them. “Both of us sucking… first her… then me… I can show her just how you like it, baby.” Max groaned at that, his hand going to her hair, and Tasha continued. “I want to kiss her sweet little mouth… right over the head… like this…” She turned her head sideways, closing her eyes, and suddenly she was kissing Ashley, their tongues mingling over the leaking tip of her husband’s cock. She was lost in the fantasy herself for a moment, and when she looked up at him, his mouth was agape, his eyes bright – she thought he even might be holding his breath. “Does that turn you on, baby?” She didn’t need an answer. His cock had grown twice as hard in her hand.
“Come here.” It was more breath than words as he grabbed her, rolling over on top and forcing her thighs apart with his. Her panties barred the way, although his cock was insistent, rubbing against the crotch with increasing friction as he kissed her. Between the tickling and the cocksucking and the fantasizing, her panties were soaked with a hot, sticky wetness and his cock slid through that damp groove again and again.
She gasped when their kiss broke and he began to lick and suck at the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, his tongue lashing over her collarbone and into the hollow of her throat.
“Max, please!” She knew where he was going and she couldn’t wait. Struggling with her panties, she slid them down her hips, leaving them there at her knees like a hint. “Lick it, baby, please, lick it!”
He made a brief stop at her breasts, sucking her nipples instantly hard and leaving them wet and exposed to the air. She shivered as he settled between her open thighs and pulled her panties the rest of the way off, using his broad shoulders to spread her legs even wider. Tasha trembled with lust, unsure how things had gone from lukewarm to blazing hot in so short a time. As Max breathed warmth over her exposed flesh, she was tempted to grab his hair and shove his face into her pussy until she found what she was looking for – that sweet soft, wet tongue.
“I wonder what your girlfriend Ashley looks like down here…” His mouth was latched over her mound before she could even gasp – and she did, both from the sensation and the surprise of his words. His tongue made those flat, achingly delicious circles he knew she liked, making it hard to concentrate.
But Tasha looked down at him, his question getting pushed further to the back of her mind as his mouth did its work. I wonder what your girlfriend looks like down there… She heard it again in her head, knowing he knew – he already knew. He must have seen Ashley in all her recently bare glory on whatever viewing mechanism the camera fed to – their living room TV? No, more likely the computer. Or maybe his laptop.
“Oh God, Max!” Tasha’s hand went to his hair as he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them in rhythm with her breath – and that was coming faster every moment. She closed her eyes, giving into her impending orgasm, remembering how smooth Ashley’s pussy had been the last time we were together, how swollen and wet against her tongue…
“I wonder if she tastes as good as you do…” Max used his thumb to rub her clit, his face glazed with her wetness as he looked up at her. “What do you think, Tash? Would you like to eat her pussy?”
“Baby…” Tasha’s hand moved through his hair and she bit her lip, her body quivering in that liminal place between arousal and climax, suspended like a tightrope, stretched taut and waiting to snap. She couldn’t stand it – she couldn’t stand him knowing, not knowing she knew. She couldn’t stand hovering there and Max sensed the tension, covering her pussy again with his mouth, making her buck her hips up as she moaned and began to shudder. “Ohhh fuck, yes, she tastes so good, baby, so fucking goooood!”
It all blended together, the taste of Ashley coming in her mouth, the feel of Max’s tongue against her own pussy, the sound of Ashley coming filling her head as Tasha came, too, spreading wide and smearing her wet cunt against her husband’s face until she couldn’t stand it anymore and fell, limp, to the bed.
Max was on her, over her, nuzzling her neck and cheek with his wet face. “That wasn’t a fantasy, was it?”
Tasha barely opened her eyes, panting. “No… no…”
“You and Ashley have been together, haven’t you?” Max reached between them, his cockhead a fat, swollen bulb as he rubbed it through her sensitive flesh, seeking entrance.
Tasha gasped as he entered her, lifting her legs to take him deeper, her hands going to squeeze his hips. She met his eyes in the growing dimness and felt her body tremble – she wasn’t sure if it was from longing or anxiety. “You know we have.”
“Yeah,” Max breathed, his cock beginning its steady motion in and out of her slick cleft. His hips moved in fast circles, his breath harsh in her ear. She locked her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, cradling his head against her as they rocked, both of them breathing hard now, her pussy riding an exquisite wave upward and part of her felt as if she were at the top of the crest, looking down from a dizzying height.
“She wants to,” she whispered into his ear, flicking her tongue there, sucking at the lobe. “She wants us both…”
Max groaned, shoving deeper, grunting with the effort. “Oh fuck, Tash…”
“That’s right, baby,” she insisted, her breathing panting over the flushed flesh of his neck and shoulder. “She wants you to fuck her. She wants you to watch us lick each other until we come… baby… oh… until we come so hard… so… good…”
“Yes!” Max pushed himself up, arms straight and straining, and Tasha hung on there, feeling the moving bulge of his bicep as he fucked her faster, faster. “Oh God… she told me… she told me, baby… she told me about you… ohhhh fuck! You feel so fucking good!”
Tasha couldn’t respond. The image of Ashley and Max, both of them here in their bed, the fantasy she had kept like a pent-up breath for months, came rushing out like a final, heavenly exhalation and she nearly screamed with her own climax as Max began to come, too, jerking his body into hers with a force she welcomed – in fact, she asked for more, digging her bare heels into the small of his back and driving him deeper into her spasming flesh. He was so hard when he came, buried so deep, she actually felt each spasmodic pulse, a hot, rhythmic throbbing inside as his cock emptied itself into her again and again.
“Oh God.” Max collapsed against her, still shuddering. She kissed his shoulder, his cheek, her eyes fluttering closed and open again. “Oh my God.”
“I’m glad you know.” Her words were just a whisper. “Opens a lot of doors, doesn’t it?”
“I can’t help it.” He returned her kisses. They were soft now, tender, their lust waning. “The thought of you two together…”
Tasha chuckled, curling a short piece of his hair at the nape of his neck around her finger. “How many times have you jerked off watching us together?”
Max raised himself up to look at her. “Huh?”
“The camera, Max.” Tasha smirked. “I know about the camera.”
He propped himself up on his elbow, frowning down at her. “What camera?”
Her heart did something funny in her chest and Tasha frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. “Don’t play around. I know, okay?”
“Know what?” The look of confusion on his face was enough to convince her he was telling the truth. She remembered the last few words he’d said, just before they both went over that last divine edge, “…She told me, baby… she told me about you…”
“There’s…” Tasha swallowed, her mind reeling. “There’s a camera hidden in the basement. In the Sybian room.”
Max sat up, his brow knitting. “A video camera?”
She nodded, her stomach clenching. “If you didn’t… Max…who?”
They both startled when the phone shrilled on the nightstand. Tasha could see the caller-ID – it was Ashley. Max answered it and passed it over to her.
“Hello?”
“Tasha, it’s me.” Ashley’s voice was low and she sounded… well, she sounded scared. About as scared as Tasha felt. “Can you come over here?”
“Now?”
“Tasha, it’s important. Very important. Please?”
“I’m on my way.” Tasha squeezed the hand Max offered. “Max is coming, too. He… knows.”
“Good.” Ashley hung up.
