The blindfolded taste of lust-4

She keeps jerking him slowly and as his orgasm approaches, he tries to keep his focus, he tries to grasp the situation: his wife is jerking him off into another man’s mouth, another man’s mouth, a man’s mouth… and nothing but the feeling of his cum building up, of a contraction deep inside, and of the thick liquid suddenly running inside him and gushing out. “A man’s mouth” he tries to think.

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On his knees, the anonymous man looks at the fully erect cock, ready to cum and he feels almost sick to his stomach, feels completely alienated, a stranger to his own situation. His penis is shriveled up in the mass of his pubic hair, has almost disappeared.

“Now it’s your turn. Get up” she had said. This meant it was his turn, now. When she had approached them a week earlier, him and the other man, to come and fulfill this fantasy her husband had been hiding from her, he had agreed to be sucked off by him, to let him swallow his orgasm. This he still was ok with, more or less, even after cumming. What got him into this now rather unpleasant situation was his asking her to do the same with her husband, to swallow his cum. What was he thinking? The thought had seemed both lustful and delicious at the time and for the whole week, in anticipation, he had thought about this very moment, of her saying “Now it’s your turn.” He had desired this moment so badly, and now that it was happening, the thought of leaving, of getting up and leaving this sinful (perhaps not sinful, but dirty room, dirty in a sense he no longer could take pleasure from) room saturated with lust, with two naked men having just been sucked off by this blindfolded married man. He could do it. And right then, he does think it, but she grabs him by the shoulders. The other man is looking at them, at him.