Chapter 7

Bad Mommy Watched

“What!”

“Invite him over,” my husband repeated as he guided me lower onto his glistening torso.

“Weren’t you listening?” Despite trying to focus on Tom’s cock boring further into me, Bobby’s dark, apex-predator eyes kept fluttering into view. “He’s ... I don’t know, dear. It’s different with that kid. Bobby—”

“—gets you so horny you can’t think straight?”

Although I tapped his shoulder with my fist, his grin only widened. And when he tugged me further downward, the world wobbled away. No sooner had my petals pressed into his root than I began the slow, clenching rise and fall he adored.

But something changed in his gaze. His hands tightened. Suddenly, he was thrusting from the bed while slamming me up and down ever quicker.

“Oh, fuck!” shot from me. “Mm-hmm. Yes! Yes, baby. Use me. Oh, fuck. Oh—”

God, did I scream. Tom hadn’t taken me that hard in a long time. And when he rolled us over, yanked my legs upwards and hammered me into oblivion ... Well, fuck. Between winding moans, I was laughing as much as screaming. Tears flowed from my fluttering eyes.

Yeah, I was an emotional wreck. One my beloved husband had made. Oh, he was proving a point. Pre-loading, if you will. Reclaiming me beforehand? Perhaps that’s a better way of putting it.

But afterwards, as I kneeled between his splayed legs, his eyes were hooded. But I caught a glimmer that had my chest tightening.

“You want to watch, don’t you, naughty man?” I whispered before slipping my mouth over Tom’s tacky knob. Our mixed flavors sent tingles through my core.

“Mm-hmm. Yeah, perhaps.” He chortled and ran his fingers through my hair. “Then again, maybe I won’t. Leave you two alone. Let him have his way with my gorgeous wife.”

At my sudden suction, he clamped my skull. A groan tore from him as I slurped free of his bulb with a smile.

“God, I love you,” I said before running my tongue along his shaft.

After drifting upwards, I slipped into his arm. With him huffing for air, I ran my nails over my husband’s chest. At last, he settled with a lengthy exhale and gripped me tighter.

“I know,” he murmured before nuzzling my hair. “It’s why ... I know you’ll always come back to me, Mary. Is that weird?”

“No,” is all I said before sighing and placing my lips against his.

On the clouds of bliss, we kissed ourselves to sleep.

Two days later, more nervous tremors than when I’d visited his home raced through me as I waited for Bobby. Again, he’d been clear on the phone call earlier that morning. Rear patio. “Out in the wide open,” is how he’d put it. Wear the tiniest swimsuit I owned. He’d chuckled before adding, “Not that you’ll be wearing it long.” Although I hadn’t laughed, a nervous grin had appeared on my face as I looked at Tom.

While Bobby had made me beg several times, texts, phone messages, more texts, he’d finally relented. Yet, why’d he accepted my offer? For only a single afternoon and at my home.

Then again, as I reclined on the lounger with my insides twisting, images of what he could do to me in four hours kept appearing. Every breath sent my aching nipples into the tiny black triangles taut over nothing more than my areolas. And each slow squeeze of my shaking thighs soaked the matching little triangle stretched across my pubic bone.

Also, I continued glancing up at the windows. Was Tom up there? I gulped another mouthful of straight bourbon. Not even coffee. And the dope was long gone. But nothing was working. I was not mellow.

Because fuck if Tom, the tease, hadn’t left earlier without a word. Only a sly grin. Not that it meant he couldn’t have returned. But not knowing if he was watching me was driving me insane. One second I was horny as fuck, wanting to put on a show for him. The other, I was terrified of what I’d let Bobby do to me. Oh, and becoming even more aroused.

Like I said, madness.

At the metallic clicks of the side gate opening, I jolted, then shot the last of the bourbon into my throat. After a further quick glance to see if I could spot my husband—I couldn’t—I rolled my head to watch Bobby’s towering, muscled form slip into the backyard. He wore tight jeans and a tan polo shirt.

Behind him another, just as tall and well-built, though slimmer boy pushed through the gate. Also in jeans, he had a black T-shirt snug to a muscled chest. As my heartbeat thundered, he closed it before catching up to Bobby.

“Oh, Bobby”—I gulped—”I don’t know. Um, I didn’t...”

Whatever argument had been in my mind vaporized when his eyes locked on mine.

“You’ll do what I say, correct?”

With those bottomless black pools pinning me, their inkiness flooded my soul. All I could do was watch the boys marching ever closer. Relentless. Thunder rumbled with each measured footfall. My world became only them.

“Yes,” left my lips without the whimper my mind pleaded to release.

Side by side, they halted, casting long shadows over my reclining body. Although Bobby, of course, had no expression, the other one wore an ever-widening grin as his eyes roamed the tiny bikini. As tremors shook me, already tight, my nipples ached.

“Strip and knees.”

At Bobby’s command, I obeyed, slipping from my top then tugging the bottoms off before sliding to the concrete before him. While the other boy chuckled, Bobby remained silent and motionless. As I stared up at him, the entire world smeared around us.

“This is Cobra. He’s going to play with you as well.”

Not a question. A fact.

And I wish I could say I hesitated before reaching for Bobby’s zipper. But I didn’t. As he stripped away his shirt, I unleashed that impressive curved ruddy mast. At his gesture, I worked on Cobra’s jeans.

“Goddamn, Bobby,” the thinner boy said as I opened his zipper. “You weren’t kidding. She is, um, obedient.”

Which struck me as weird. I mean, I really wasn’t. Not that much. Except for Bobby. And Cobra as well when I unleashed his rod into the sunlight. I held back a giggle; it was obvious how he’d gotten his nickname. His cock was slim but very long. No idea what possessed me, but I leaned forward to place a kiss on its thumping tip. My hand was running along Bobby’s warm shaft.

Yeah, okay, I was in heaven. And with such magnificent examples of thumping cockmeat in my hands, I’d be as obedient as they wanted. Simplicity. What I wasn’t expecting was Bobby’s rod smacking against my face. As I yelped in surprise, Cobra laughed. Then his skinny cock whipped my other upturned cheek. Even as he chortled again, he slapped that meaty pole against my face.

Of course, Bobby was quiet, but his heavier shaft had my head spinning as it struck me. Again and again as I kneeled in their shadows, those beautiful, muscled giants took turns pummeling me with their fleshy rods.

And what did I do? As my whimpers became moans, I dropped my fingers away and chased each with my tongue and parted lips. But kept my hands clasped behind my quivering butt.

Cobra’s laughter echoed. Bobby’s silence stretched. And the meaty bombardment continued.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t even a fucktoy. I’d become a simple toy. Something for those heavy, swollen cocks to smack around. And I fucking loved it. My heart raced. My nipples were so tight, each pulse had my vision blurring.

No idea how long they tormented me before both slowed to roll their stiff, throbbing masts over my open lips. At last they let me lick and slurp on those magnificent face-slapping beasts. Only then did I lift my hands to caress their hefty poles. So full. Waiting to be emptied. Inside me.

“Mmm, yeah. That’s it, cunt,” Cobra murmured with a grin. “Look at this horny bitch. Mmm, nice tongue. Oh, she likes that. Being called names. Oh, mmm, she’s begging for it. Come on, slut. Um-hmm. Oh, yeah. Suck.”

I did. With all my might, I latched onto each pole in turn to slurp. They tasted of men’s soap, salty sweat, and the teasing hint of youthful seed. As my fists glided along each thumping rod, my tongue washed any turgid flesh it could find.

Simple I may have been, but I was a good little toy. Except Bobby’s face was stone. No emotion whatsoever. Nor a single word. Okay, I hoped I was a good little toy. But at the gentle twitch of his root in my fingers, my pulse skittered. Okay, I was. And he was happy.

“Mmm, mmm. Damn, that’s a talented tongue,” said Cobra as he dragged his fingertips through my hair.

Duh, it was obvious he was happy.

When hands gripped under my arms, it took me several seconds to realize they were lifting me to my wobbly feet. The next thing I knew, they were hauling me towards the glittering blue pool. The sunlight glimmering off its surface blinded me as they frogmarched me closer.

Did I think to complain? Even try to slow them? No. I needed—cock. Simplicity. And a quick glance towards the empty windows at the back of the house had me panting. He had to be up there in the shadows. Please let Tom be watching.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, to say anything at all, Cobra’s rough spread fingers discovered my ass. And as he squeezed and tugged, nothing but moans erupted from me. After my lips found his and Bobby’s necks, I moved between them, slurping, kissing, and tonguing. Each slow, dragging step across the hot concrete sent spikes of need further into my empty core.

At the icy pool swirling around my ankles, legs, then over my super-heated pussy before engulfing my heaving achy tits, all I could do was huff ever louder. Once we’d stepped into deeper water, Bobby slid away to lean back against a side.

He said nothing, but I followed. And as he gripped his root, I met his eyes. Again, no words passed between us. None were necessary. And I rose over him, feeling the heat of that turgid dome slipping beneath me. With my hands locked on his shoulders and trembling legs relaxing, I lowered myself.

No, I didn’t. I needed him. So, I didn’t lower myself. Nope. Instead, like the wanton desperate woman I was, I dropped.

“Oh, fuck,” tore from me as his fat throbbing knob pierced deep. “Mmm. Fuck, that’s so good. Oh. Oh, God.”

No sooner had our pelvises touched than I bounced upwards to stroke him with my body. It was what I was designed to do, what those bottomless black pools, silent and focused, told me to do.

Except, in a flash, the world smeared. At hands on my rear, I slowed. And Bobby moved his fingers to my ribs and tilted me forward. Even as I swirled hair aside to stare over my shoulder, pressure pushed on my rosebud. By the time I found Cobra’s widening smile, I was groaning as he shoved.

“Fuck,” left both our mouths as he thrust, filling my ass with his slender, snaking meat.

“Damn, Bobby. Mmm, she’s so fucking tight.” Cobra bit into his lip as he eased further into me. “But nice. Mm-hmm, that’s a real nice ass.”

Before I could even contemplate a response, Bobby’s hands moved, lifting me. And I returned to obedient “fucktoy” mode, rising and falling on Bobby while taking more of Cobra’s lengthy rod with each languid bounce.