said.
“How, Professor?” she asked as she straightened. Her blouse gaped and her face was flushed from the corporal punishment.
“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock, Ms. Wolfe?”
“No, sir.” If Ryan didn’t know better, he’d almost believe the minx. The way she blushed and clenched the hem of her skirt in her fist as if she was a nervous virgin was very convincing, and more erotic than Ryan would have ever dreamed.
“Come sit between my legs. I’ll show you what to do.”
Fallon glanced nervously at Candace. Ryan caught the silent communication between the two women and knew Candace had given her approval. Fallon stepped around the coffee table, and Ryan spread his legs, allowing her room to kneel between them.
“Ms. Callahan?” Richard said. “Do you want me to spank you more, or are you going to convince me not to?”
Candace glanced first to Fallon, then to Ryan before she moved to the spot Richard indicated on the floor between his knees.
Ryan freed himself, and showed Fallon how to take him in her mouth. She was an excellent actress, but once she had his cock in her mouth, her mastery of the skill was evident. It was all he could do to keep from coming immediately. He heard a groan and looked across at Richard. Candace was bent over, eagerly applying all she knew of fellatio to Richard’s cock. His friend had hiked Candace’s skirt up so Ryan could easily see the handprints on his wife’s ass.
It took some effort, but Ryan managed to get a fistful of Fallon’s skirt and pulled it to her waist. Two could play at this game. He wondered how his friend would like seeing his own wife’s ass with someone else’s handprints on it, as she sucked another man’s cock.
Richard’s eyes lingered on Fallon’s ass, locked on Ryan’s for a heated moment before returning to watch Fallon. Both men grasped the arms of their chairs with white knuckles. Ryan watched his own wife tease his best friend to orgasm. Richard’s head fell back against his chair, and Ryan knew by the way Richard held Candace’s head between his hands and bucked his hips, that he was coming down her throat.
Ryan clenched his jaw and fisted his hands in Fallon’s hair. She hummed her satisfaction, and the low vibration sent him over the edge. His cock erupted, spewing hot cum down her throat. Fallon swallowed it easily and swirled her tongue around the head for good measure. When his brain was functioning again, he’d have to have her show Candace a few of her moves.
* * * * *
Richard stood aside while his wife hugged first Candace, then Ryan. Ryan looked like a little boy trying to avoid the inevitable kiss on the cheek from Great Aunt Gertrude. His best friend might have been okay with the role-playing, but now that it was over, second thoughts and recriminations were written all over his face. Candace approached. She wasn’t stupid. She felt the shift in the wind too, and now she looked up at him with eyes that begged him to make it right. He hoped to hell he could.
She rose to her tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. Richard cradled her jaw in his palm and stroked her cheek with his thumb, halting her before her lips got any closer. She was lovely, still flushed from their little game. “It’s okay.” He offered reassurances he had no basis for. “He’ll come around. He just needs to work it through in his mind.”
“I know.” Her voice was still husky with arousal. If Ryan hadn’t put an end to the game, Richard might, this minute, be making love to this beautiful creature. “Talk to him?”
“I will, just not tonight.” Richard grazed his lips across her forehead and let her step back. Christ, he could smell her arousal too. This was way too fucked up. He shouldn’t be horny for his best friend’s wife, any more than Ryan should be horny for Fallon. But there wasn’t any way around the truth. It just was, and they were going to have to find a way to deal with it, hopefully without bloodshed.
Fallon wrapped
“How, Professor?” she asked as she straightened. Her blouse gaped and her face was flushed from the corporal punishment.
“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock, Ms. Wolfe?”
“No, sir.” If Ryan didn’t know better, he’d almost believe the minx. The way she blushed and clenched the hem of her skirt in her fist as if she was a nervous virgin was very convincing, and more erotic than Ryan would have ever dreamed.
“Come sit between my legs. I’ll show you what to do.”
Fallon glanced nervously at Candace. Ryan caught the silent communication between the two women and knew Candace had given her approval. Fallon stepped around the coffee table, and Ryan spread his legs, allowing her room to kneel between them.
“Ms. Callahan?” Richard said. “Do you want me to spank you more, or are you going to convince me not to?”
Candace glanced first to Fallon, then to Ryan before she moved to the spot Richard indicated on the floor between his knees.
Ryan freed himself, and showed Fallon how to take him in her mouth. She was an excellent actress, but once she had his cock in her mouth, her mastery of the skill was evident. It was all he could do to keep from coming immediately. He heard a groan and looked across at Richard. Candace was bent over, eagerly applying all she knew of fellatio to Richard’s cock. His friend had hiked Candace’s skirt up so Ryan could easily see the handprints on his wife’s ass.
It took some effort, but Ryan managed to get a fistful of Fallon’s skirt and pulled it to her waist. Two could play at this game. He wondered how his friend would like seeing his own wife’s ass with someone else’s handprints on it, as she sucked another man’s cock.
Richard’s eyes lingered on Fallon’s ass, locked on Ryan’s for a heated moment before returning to watch Fallon. Both men grasped the arms of their chairs with white knuckles. Ryan watched his own wife tease his best friend to orgasm. Richard’s head fell back against his chair, and Ryan knew by the way Richard held Candace’s head between his hands and bucked his hips, that he was coming down her throat.
Ryan clenched his jaw and fisted his hands in Fallon’s hair. She hummed her satisfaction, and the low vibration sent him over the edge. His cock erupted, spewing hot cum down her throat. Fallon swallowed it easily and swirled her tongue around the head for good measure. When his brain was functioning again, he’d have to have her show Candace a few of her moves.
* * * * *
Richard stood aside while his wife hugged first Candace, then Ryan. Ryan looked like a little boy trying to avoid the inevitable kiss on the cheek from Great Aunt Gertrude. His best friend might have been okay with the role-playing, but now that it was over, second thoughts and recriminations were written all over his face. Candace approached. She wasn’t stupid. She felt the shift in the wind too, and now she looked up at him with eyes that begged him to make it right. He hoped to hell he could.
She rose to her tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. Richard cradled her jaw in his palm and stroked her cheek with his thumb, halting her before her lips got any closer. She was lovely, still flushed from their little game. “It’s okay.” He offered reassurances he had no basis for. “He’ll come around. He just needs to work it through in his mind.”
“I know.” Her voice was still husky with arousal. If Ryan hadn’t put an end to the game, Richard might, this minute, be making love to this beautiful creature. “Talk to him?”
“I will, just not tonight.” Richard grazed his lips across her forehead and let her step back. Christ, he could smell her arousal too. This was way too fucked up. He shouldn’t be horny for his best friend’s wife, any more than Ryan should be horny for Fallon. But there wasn’t any way around the truth. It just was, and they were going to have to find a way to deal with it, hopefully without bloodshed.
Fallon wrapped
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