A Wager With Sadie: 022

When it was done, Teddy pushed back into his chair, almost as exhausted as his wife. That was it. That was what he wanted. That was what he needed to see. It was wild and wonderful. An incredible gift he would cherish forever. One dumb comment from his wife about a sexual journal she kept when she was young, and look where they were just a short time later. But he didn’t regret it, though he did feel strange in the quiet aftermath.

Quan was still between his wife’s legs, gently lapping at her pussy. Sadie was muzzy and bewildered, eyes narrowed, head rolling on the mattress. She raised a hand and scratched her cheek, and when her eyes fluttered wider open, her eyes rolled around in their sockets like a broken doll. Her systems were coming back online.

She chuckled, looked around embarrassed, brought her legs together against Quan’s ears, caressed his head then looked sheepishly toward her husband. She held his gaze only a moment, embarrassed and pulling her eyes from his. She bit her lower lip, lowered to watch Quan still kissing the inside of her thigh now.

Was that it? Was that what he was getting?

Did he want anymore?

This was a good place to stop.

It had been spectacular. And they could walk back from this. This was nothing really. Maybe she could finish Quan off with both her hands, make him come, send him on his way, and then he’d get his wife to himself.

Now Sadie was tapping and smoothing fingertips on Quan’s muscular shoulders. Their eyes met again, and Sadie encouraged Quan to rejoin her, wanting his mouth on hers again.

Quan crawled up the bed, getting his knees between hers, muscular arms holding his mouth aloft over Sadie’s. Their lips touched, Quan gently stroking back and forth, making Sadie beg for the kiss. She nipped at his lower lip, put her hands on his neck to hold him steady and they kissed again. She whispered something near his ear, and Quan said something low in hers. They kissed some more, and Teddy squeezed the arms of the chair.

They still made out, but now Sadie’s hands were moving. Her delicate fingers swooping circles around Quan’s muscular shoulders, dipping under, curling around his back, exploring his muscle, lower still to the small of his back, then enjoying the hard round feel of his powerful ass muscles. And her right hand went to his undercarriage, smoothing his stomach, searching for his dangling weapon. The thing was enormous, and Sadie milked it for a moment, her grip barely circling the thing. She took it, lifted it northward, then let it drop on her naked stomach. She groaned into Quan’s kiss, grabbed a handful of ass muscle. Stroked that right hand again, teasing new hardness into her lover’s mighty manhood, lifting it again, letting it drop on her stomach. When she did that she moaned. He watched her do it again. Five times in total. Quan grew fully erect. It was too large. Sadie had to know that. Sadie wasn’t going to be able to have sex with this man. There was no way.

Now that Quan was fully aroused again, their kisses grew more passionate and hungry. Sadie explored his whole body, feeling all the muscle, all his intimate and private places. They writhed on the bed together, and Quan humped his cock against her. Sadie liked that. Kissing, hugging, squeezing him, pumping her hips against his.

She wasn’t really going to do it, was she?

She said she didn’t even want to do it. He’d had to force her into this. Just use her hand.

She wasn’t really going to…

Teddy was hypnotized watching them dry hump together while they made out. Watching that huge cock on his wife’s belly grind into her, the foreskin peeling back to reveal the bright bulb head of Quan’s arousal. Watching his wife’s stomach flex as she humped against Quan in return. Hungry for it. His wife hungry for another man.

His heartbeat pounded; Quan’s hips rose, his long cock dragging backward, then pushing down again, pulling his foreskin right back, the huge thing off at an angle above Sadie’s hip bone. He raised his ass, drew back his weapon again...

Teddy drew his breath as the weight of that thing dragged across Sadie’s shaved mound.

Oh God, their fucking sex parts were touching now. This was way, way too much.

“Shit,” he grunted, squeezed his grip on the chair’s armrests hard enough they squeaked.

Quan’s hips drew back again, and he kissed Sadie’s neck and bit at her collarbone. Working downwards, pulling his ass up in the air again, the huge end of his cock poking against the side of her mound, Sadie not resisting, Sadie’s legs open and accepting. Quan pushed his hard cock head into the crease of Sadie’s thigh where it met her labia. Sadie moaned; her hand touched her own stomach. She humped back. Humped back like she tried to get her lover’s engorged manhood in position for penetration.

There was no way. No way she was going to do this…

While they still kissed with tongues, Quan pushed again, the knob of his cock sliding up over her mound; Sadie’s fingertips touched it, pushed back the foreskin to reveal the slippery slit. Guided the point of his cock downward again...

A sudden flash of jealous rage crossed Teddy. A sheet of red fell over his vision. She wanted it. Sadie wanted another man. She wanted Quan’s huge cock inside her.

“But you fucking asked for it, Teddy,” he said to himself, hands off the armrests in fists, pressing down on his thighs as he watched Quan push again, the tip of his cock flattening out all those juicy rolls of Sadie’s swollen sex flesh. Pushing, then riding up over her clitoris. Sadie’s fingers pushing him downward again, getting his cock had at her opening...

He rose to stand, but stayed seated. The devilment was exquisite. A torturous pinpoint of tormented ecstasy. He reveled in it. Stiffened in his chair like it was death row and someone had thrown the electric switch. Quan pressed again, pushed the knob end into Sadie’s pussy, and her petals slowly eased around him, her pussy trying to swallow Quan’s enormous pole.

***

Quan pushed again and now she burbled a soft crying sound of complaint. His cock was too large. Too large, and yet the pressure when he poked the end against her was outrageous. She’d never ached more for just-the-tip since she was a high school virgin. That enormous hungry feeling. A desire to be filled. To be stretched. Wild tickling itching that raced through her like a panic.

Her hands smoothed her stomach, and she moiled her hips, getting Quan’s cock head to mush circles against her. When he pushed once more, she arched her back to tilt up her pussy to accommodate him. There was a soft slick crackle as he began to push into her opening.

“Oh god,” she chuckled, gasping then. “God, it’s so big,” she said, “mm, slow.”

What had started as a hand job was now 100% a rocket ship blasting into outer space, headed for fuck-me planet. She sighed, wriggled in place again, rested her forearm across her eyes. “Just the tip,” she told him.

His mouth went to her neck, his teeth and nibbled on her flesh; he tongued along her jaw then kissed her mouth. She unfolded the arm from her eyes and hooked it around his neck, kissed him, her other hand fidgeting between them, finding his cock—oh my god, the sheer width of it—nestling his huge round point into her nest.

He pushed harder again. So big and so hard.

At last, the head breached her, and she squeezed her thighs around his hard narrow waist.

“Okay,” she said, “that’s it, that’s it,” pushing her pinched thighs downward so he wouldn’t go too deep. She caressed his face, kissed his mouth and said, “So big.”

Quan said nothing. Nothing prideful, only a persistent desirous stare. It had always been big, and Quan knew it would take time when he was with a woman.

She stroked up and down his sides, then guided him out of her with her legs on his hipbones. He eased back, scrolling downward toward the foot of the bed, his powerful arms on either side of her. She blinked at the tent canopy above, then lowered her chin to look downward and see where her husband was at. There was a hesitant fear that kept her from eagerly enjoining Teddy, worried she would look down to see his chair empty. Her husband storming off while another man tried to get his cock inside her. And his wife had helped it along. But Teddy was still there. Teddy was still there and he looked electrified. His hair was tousled, his eyes wide and bulging, cheeks hollow. Like a civilian attending a 1700s gallows hanging, bringing a picnic lunch and thinking it would be fun, only to discover it was way more than they had bargained for.

She thrust an arm out, wiggled her hand. Crawled her fingers, urging him to come to the bed. He was there without hesitation. His prominent arousal poked out the front of his shorts.

When he came to her, she cupped his hand and squeezed.

“Oh fuck, Sadie,” he said, collapsing next to her.

Now he bit her neck too. Stroked her face, kissed her mouth. She rubbed him through his pants, whispered, “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“This is all you now,” he said.

She knew it was. They had humor between them, and she loved him. Her other hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled his bearded face close. She kissed him again, whispered, “I think I want to do it.”

“I think you’re going to do it, too,” he said, and kissed her again.

Then he was moving away from her. Backing off the bed like Quan had.

Now both her men stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. Quan naked, muscular, shining. Teddy clothed, erection poking his pants, eyes wild with lust. He’d wanted this. She didn’t want it. Not at first…

She smiled at her husband, then turned her gaze to Quan. She said, “Do you have a condom?”

***

Quan left the room, heading to find his shorts. Teddy was alone with Sadie. His beautiful wife naked on the bed, aroused to incredible heights and looking to fuck. Not fuck him, but fuck an absolute sexual Leviathan. And her husband was going to watch.

He got between her legs, she put out her hands again, looking for him. He got over her like Quan had, his arms out on either side of her, his wife with her chin turned up toward him her eyes narrow and lusty. He said, “He’s gone to get a condom.”

“You’re going to watch?”

“Every second,” he told her, and kissed the point of her chin while she closed her eyes. He said, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“I can’t believe you want this.”

“But I do,” he said, “I really do.” Maybe. Maybe not. It was more he didn’t want to regret not having it happen because what were the chances for this opportunity again?

Now he backed off her again, working to the foot of the bed, running his palms down her body. Her skin was hot, her body hard, the flesh between her legs swollen and eager. He thumbed her clit until she hissed and ground her hips against his touch. Then he let her go.

He stood with his knees touching the mattress, lifted his wife’s right leg, set the point of her heel in the center of his chest. He unstrapped her shoe. Eased the perfect foot from its leather sheath, tossed it on the floor, kissed each of her toes, then the sole of her foot. She was ticklish, giggled and pulled back her foot. Now she set her other heel against his chest, and he massaged her leg up to the knee. He unstrapped that shoe.

Quan returned, already tearing open a condom package. Came to stand beside Teddy while Teddy kissed Sadie’s other foot. Sadie’s eyes moved from him to Quan, watching now as his big hand held upright this turgid vein-pulsed pole, his other hand working a condom over the glans. He struggled at first to get it going, but once it was 1/3 of the way, he used both hands to unroll it. It petered out just past the halfway mark on his length.

Teddy felt suddenly inadequate, and he backed away before his wife began transposing what Quan had over to what her husband had. He got out of the way and let Quan in his place.

Quan grabbed both of Sadie’s feet, squeezed and rubbed them a moment, Sadie using her shins to lift upward Quan’s huge endowment. Quan told her to get up in the pillows, and Sadie did, shimmying on elbows until her head rested up by the headboard.