“Put it in slow,” she warned, eyes scrunched closed, nose wrinkled as he started sliding inside her from behind. She gave a low moan, biting her lip as he moved in deeper. My God, it just went on and on. He thrust forward, hands on her hips, sliding inch by inch into her sweet little pink pussy. I knew how tight she was, but I knew how much she could take too. I’d had two fingers in there, and had stretched her once to accommodate my whole fist. She loved being pushed like that.
“Oh fuck, Vince, your cock is so goooood!” Ronnie moaned and arched her back, her little breasts brushing the covers. Her nipples were hard and my mouth watered. I wanted to suck them. I was horrified by my own response. My pussy ached and throbbed as I watched my girlfriend-and what else could I call the girl I had regularly sex with but my girlfriend? — get fucked by a man.
God help me, I wanted to join them.
What was wrong with me?
“Okay?” he asked, checking in with her. He wasn’t all the way in, but almost. He could get deeper at that angle, I knew. Ronnie loved it deep.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh do it, baby. Fuck me!”
I took a step back from the door as they started to really go at it. Ronnie moaned and arched and begged him for more, while Vince pounded her from behind. And I watched. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene, in spite of the horrible twist in my stomach. I was so turned on it was shameful.
I watched Ronnie slide a hand between her own legs, petting his heavy, swinging balls before starting to rub her little clit. Good girl, I thought, licking my lips. I could almost taste her. I knew exactly what it was like to have that pussy mashed against my face, her clit sucked into my mouth, my tongue working that sensitive nub back and forth until she came. Sometimes I could get her to squirt, if I fucked her with a toy or used my fingers deep inside.
“Ohhhh God! Yes! Yes!” Ronnie moaned, her hand working furiously between her thighs. She was so beautiful it hurt, her dark hair spread out all over the bed, back arched, pale ass up high, taking that giant cock again and again. Her ass was pale, her limbs tanned. She had a sexy tan line from her bikini that I loved to trace with my tongue. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, sliding a hand over the crotch of my jeans. My pussy ached, even while my heart was hurting. How was that possible?
“Oh! Oh! Make me come!” Ronnie’s voice rose to that sweet little wail she made when she was close. So close. “Ohhhh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Coming! Ohhhh!”
I’d seen and heard her come a thousand times, but I’d never been so enthralled with her pleasure as I was now. Her body shuddered and twitched, face tensing, eyes closed tight, and then releasing. Her brow unknitted, hands unfurling, toes uncurling. Her little wail turned to soft kitten cries.
But Vince wasn’t done yet.
“I want to come in your mouth,” he said. “Come on, suck it. Taste yourself on my cock.”
I told myself to walk away, to just walk away. I could take my car and just drive for an hour. Decide what in the hell I wanted to do about this-if anything. Or I could bust into the room. That was also an option, I supposed. Fling open the door, be all angry and confrontational.
But what good would that do?
Besides, Ronnie was sucking him now, and it was impossible not to watch. He laid back on my pillow, holding his monster member in his fist as she worked her mouth up and down. We both loved sucking cock. Ronnie loved coming with a life-like dildo in her mouth, a strap-on in her pussy and my finger slipped into her ass. She’d even said once how much she missed cum. Tasting it, swallowing it, playing with it. That’s when we’d talked about finding some guy and fucking his lucky brains out, but we’d never acted on it.
Now I watched, fascinated, as she gave lucky Vince a blowjob. I knew who Vince was, of course. She’d talked about Vince. She met him at the gym. Ronnie worked out five times a week-she was far more vigilant than me about that-and had started paying extra for a personal trainer at the fitness center. Apparently, it came with fringe benefits.
I wondered how long she’d been seeing him. I couldn’t remember the first time she’d started talking about him. Was it a month ago? Two? How long had they been fucking? A while, if this little session was any indication, because they were more than comfortable with each other. Vince clearly knew she loved to be eaten and that she was multiply orgasmic, because he pulled her over his face and buried it between her legs.
“Oh baby, yeah, eat that pussy!” Ronnie took a break from sucking his cock to gasp out the words. I could see the way her eyes closed in pleasure, how the bulbous head of his monster porn cock turned almost purple in her fist. “Oh fuck, put your fingers in. Yeah, like that! Now finger me! Hard!”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I’d taught her that-how to be vocal, how to tell me what she wanted, how she wanted it. She’d learned well.
“Oh pump it, baby!” Vince groaned. “I want you to swallow my whole fucking load!”
Ronnie followed his instructions eagerly, pumping his cock in her fist while covering the head with her mouth. I stood there, my hand rubbing my own sopping pussy through my jeans, watching my girlfriend suck off some guy I didn’t know she was sleeping with, and I was actually disappointed I wasn’t going to see that enormous cock shoot.
What kind of masochist was I?
“Ahhh! Argggghh! I’m gonna… ohhh fuuuuck!”
Vince bucked his hips up on the bed, shoving his cock deep into Ronnie’s throat, making her gag on it. She gurgled and drooled all over it, saliva dripping down his scrotum toward the bed, her eyes widening as he unloaded into her mouth. She couldn’t swallow it all. She choked on it, eyes watering, his cum overflowing her lips, sliding down the shaft toward her clenched fist.
“Oh baby, please!” Ronnie gasped, pulling off his cock, her face full of his cum. “Don’t stop! Lick me! Make me come tooooo!”
She wailed and ground her pussy against his face, sitting up, hands on his chest, her little breasts bouncing as she rocked and rolled her hips. Her nipples were hard, hair falling in her face, obscuring her expression, but I’d memorized it. I knew just what she looked like when she was coming.
“Ohhhhhhh!” Ronnie’s body tensed, her thighs trembling as she climaxed all over his face. Vince, to his credit, didn’t stop. In fact, he wrapped his arms around her hips to keep her there, his tongue working between the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy.
God, I could almost taste her. I wanted her. So much it hurt.
“Oh. My. God.” Ronnie rolled off him onto her side of the bed, out of my line of site. I could see Vince, his erection slowly ebbing. He was a grower, not a shower. You’d never know it was going to be so impressive if you saw it soft, I mused.
“I’m so glad you let me come over.” Vince rolled toward her and now both of them were out of my line of sight.
I shrank back, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath, trying to think.
“Well, God, it was your fault,” Ronnie teased. “You kept getting me so hot on the phone.”
“You succumbed to my evil plan.”
“I did. You’re an evil, evil man. A horrible influence on me.”
“So when does your roommate get home?”
Roommate? Is that what she’d told him? That really hurt. Somehow, that hurt more than watching the two of them having sex. How did she explain only having one bedroom? Only one bed?
“Soon,” Ronnie said. “You should go.”
“You’ll be at the gym tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“Veronica, I have to ask you something.”
Veronica? He called her by her full name? The only other person I knew who did that was Mrs. B. Everyone else called her Ronnie.
“Okay.”
“Would you move in with me?”
Ronnie gasped. “What?”
“I’m just… I’m tired of sneaking around. Hiding from your roommate-and mine. If we lived together, we could do this all the time. Any time we wanted.”