Wasps 1 Invasion EarthChapter 10
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It was late. The air was damp with the smell of the storm. Raindrops hung from the branches like teardrops. I glanced again at the clock: 1.15 am. It was five hours since you left.
You said you would be home by twelve.
My cock ached from the weight of the cage wrapped around it. I had promised not to masturbate but you did not believe me.
You looked fabulous when you went. The black see through panties clinging to your body, your freshly shaved pussy and mound raised, stretching the material taut. I so wanted to lick and lap at its entrance. To taste the nectar it held but alas no. My arousal heightened by your refusal.
You covered your breasts in the matching basque and slipped the sheer nylons up your legs and fastened them. The dress hugged your figure as your dirty blonde hair came to rest on your shoulders. The white pearls around your neck and wrist and your diamond wedding ring sparkling in the light. The black shoes with four-inch heels made you tall and you smiled as you patted my head. Bright red lipstick was adorning your lips. How I love red lips. And then you were gone.
I heard the car door, the sounds accentuated by the stillness of the night.
Voices. Laughter. I frowned, confused, I had hoped you were alone, to wrap my arms around you, to reclaim my beautiful wife, to make you mine.
It was not to be.
The light engulfed the room. You stood like a goddess, my goddess, framed in the doorway. Your face flushed as you stepped into the room followed by them. Two ? We never discussed two. They were different. Different to how I had imagined. Just guys, not Adonises as in fantasies, but ordinary.
This is Phil and Steve. They reached to shake my hand but the restraint restricted the movement. They turned to you and just laughed. You released the manacle and I went in search of a drink, my head dizzy with thoughts.
I returned with glasses and wine to an empty room.
I followed the noise and laughter down the long corridor to our bedroom. The bedroom where we slept, laughed and made love. Where we conceived our children. Where we cried when your mother died. I steadied myself. Should knock or walk in?
I stood still and listened, trying to imagine the scene beyond the door. After years of dreaming of this, I was now uncertain.
I knocked and waited. I took the deepest breath I could and pushed the door ajar.
You looked stunning. The dress and shoes were gone. You were lying across the bed. Your breasts spilled out from the top of the basque, the nipples erect and proud. You never even looked at me. Your eyes were firmly fixed on Phil. He stood at your head. He was naked. His cock jutting out from his body. Your hand caressing it. The red nail varnish vivid against his cock. Steve was at your feet, his hands on the flesh above your stocking tops. He reached higher and grasped your panties. You raised your bottom and he pulled them off. I could see the wetness between your legs.
I opened my mouth to speak but it was so dry. Steve put his fingers to his mouth to tell me to be quiet. He walked to me and I put the tray down. He fastened the hand manacles to the steel bed frame and pushed your damp panties into my mouth. They smelt of you. My only love. The love of my life. Steve returned to his position and opened your legs wider. He lowered his face and tongued at your special place. He raised your legs to access your tunnel and I heard you gasp as he probed. Phil knelt on the bed and offered his cock to your mouth. You opened and he slid it in passing your lush red lips. You sucked hungrily on his shaft and caressed his balls.
I remembered the feeling of your mouth. Your tongue swirling over the head of my cock. I drifted into my world and wished it was us, alone and making love.
The bed moved and I returned to now.
I watched as your breasts rose and fell, steadily increasing in speed until you came in a rush. A muffled scream escaping your mouth. Steve raised his head, his mouth smiling and glistening with your juices. He stripped his clothes and climbed onto the bed. He placed a pillow under you, raising you up, level with his cock. He slid the condom down a very hard cock and pushed his way into you. You, my wife. I saw you respond to his thrusts as he gradually raised the tempo. You seemed to struggle to hold Phil in your mouth under the might of Steve pounding away.
I thought I saw you orgasm again but could not be sure. Steve quickened his pace and shuddered to a climax, I watched you react to his spurts, thrusting your pelvis into his and letting go of all your inhibitions.
"Fuck me!" you cried, "fuck me. Don’t stop."
I saw the tell tail splashes of your orgasm spurting from between you both as his cock thrust into you. He slowed and Phil called for a change of position.
On all fours, you looked different to me. Of course, I had never seen you from this angle before as you faced me head on. I was usually behind you, feasting on your loveliness, looking at your love hole and guiding my cock into you.
I saw Phil behind you, I saw your mouth form an 'O' and heard an expulsion of air as he entered you from behind. Your eyes glazed over with lust. I watched as your eyes closed and the sensations enveloped you. I so wanted you. Steve slid between you and the bed, the condom now discarded, you lowered your mouth to his flaccid cock eagerly licking his spent cum from it. I counted two more of your orgasms before Steve finally came.
I felt you pull your panties from my mouth. I felt your eyes search mine for some recognition. I know I must have smiled but inside my emotions were in overdrive. I know I wanted it, I know it was my fantasy but now it was a reality it was emotionally draining. You reached the manacle and twisted the lock freeing one hand. I looked at my caged cock and touched it.
I looked back to you. You shook your head. Not yet you said.
Your body glowed in the light of multi-orgasmic sex. You twisted over and lay between them. They talked and commented about you. Greedy bitch, horny slut, great fuck. You just laughed.
I wanted to scream, 'she is my wife, my lovely fabulous wife,' but they knew that. They knew how fabulous you were. They had kissed your luscious mouth, caressed your beautiful breasts and sucked on the nipples that give you so much pleasure. They knew your innermost place, they had tongued and poked and prodded it.
I walked to the door then turned. You were sucking Steve.
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