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Chapter 19: Carl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19: Carl - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
Charlotte made a spectacle of herself. Her boobs fell out of her ridiculously small bikini top while she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Stein grabbed her and stuffed her boobs back in. It was embarrassing.
Most embarrassing, was me just standing there like an idiot while my fat old boss kissed my wife in front of us all. So I pretended not to notice and instead talked to Lynn about God knows what. To be honest, I don’t even remember our conversation.
I do remember my wife stalking off with Stein in tow wearing a shit eating grin. He grinned at me all the way to the stairwell that led down to his cabin. Lynn and I were the only ones that saw it as the others had another fish on the line.
“Oh my God, it’s on,” said Lynn. “Follow me.” She walked toward the same stairwell but passed it and ducked into what I found out was a media room with six chairs, a bar and a screen.
Lynn grabbed some remotes, the screen flicked on, and we saw my wife and Stein in an embrace at the foot of his bed with champagne glasses in their hands. Suddenly, he pulled her closer, and kissed her brutally, crushing her lips against his open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat. She returned the kiss with enthusiasm.
Watching her kissing him shocked me on deck, but this was so much worse. “Does she know she’s being watched?”
“Nope. The first one is for the cucks.” Great. I’m now a full-fledged cuckold.
The door to the media room opened and Ben slipped in and locked it behind him. “Is he gonna fuck her now?” He asked Lynn.
“Looks like it,” she said.
He looked at me. “What a sweet little pussy you got there son. That’s moviestar-quality snatch. Man, she’s ripe for plucking!”
“Would you like to fuck her, Ben?” Lynn asked. “Maybe Carl here will give you permission.”
“Would you?” He turned to me with all the sincerity of a puppy dog. “I’d fuck her real good.”
“Maybe another time,” I said. The way I felt about my traitorous little wife right at that moment, I was tempted to say, “Be my guest.” But I didn’t. We all sat as the make-out session on screen continued, Lynn tried to sit on my lap, but I diverted her to the adjacent chair.
Shortly, Stein pulled away and spun Charlotte toward us. He untied her bikini top and slipped it down to expose her big perfect breasts and their tiny pink areolas. Ben gasped behind me. Reaching up from under her arms, Stein grabbed one in each hand and began juggling them, bouncing them and slapping them together.
“My God, what fucking great titties,” Ben said. “You lucky fuck!” He slapped my shoulder like we were old pals.My wife bent slightly backwards, stretching her skin tautly against her rib cage, further accentuating the curves that ran from her proud shoulders down to her slender hips.
Stein was rubbing her nipples and kissing her neck. “Let’s try this again, my dear. What do you want? Why are you here?”
She whispered something that we couldn’t hear. “Say it louder ... with conviction!” He ordered.
“With what?”
“Like you mean it.”
“Oh. What I said upstairs?”
“Yes.”
“I said that I am a grown up woman, and I want you to fuck me with your big cock.”
“Say please.”
“Please sir, would you please fuck me with your big cock?”
“That’s good. You’re going to be a good fucking little cunt, aren’t you, Charlotte.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m gonna be a good fucking little cunt for you, Mr. Stein.”
“Jesus Christ, how does Harry fucking do it?” Piped in Ben. “Getting a bitch like that to call herself a cunt.” He wasn’t the only one thinking that. I have been with this woman for almost two years, and she almost never said any of those words and corrects me when I do.
“You’re a cunt and a cocksucker, aren’t you?” She glanced over her shoulder to see his smiling face. Now that the dam was broken, it seemed that she would say anything he wanted.
She was moving hips now rhythmically backward, again and again, and Stein responded by grinding his heavy pelvis forward at her as though he were taking her right there from behind.
“I’m a cunt and a cocksucker.” She smiled right back. He mauled her breasts with one hand and tightened his grip around her slender waist with the other, pulling her tighter to him.
He smiled at the camera as he knew all resistance had left his silly helpless victim. You could see her respond to the rough treatment he was giving the taut nipples of her voluptuous breasts. Charlotte’s head lolled back against his shoulder as he urgently massaged her softly resilient flesh.
“Ooooooh, baby,” she murmured softly, her aroused body shifting with the movements of his hands. There was no thought now of me, her husband, no
thought of the man she had vowed to love. Only the gentle urgings of the older man’s hands manipulating her tingling flesh.
“What a whore,” Ben chuckled fiendishly. “Harry’s gonna fuck her good.” What a pervert, I thought.
Cupping her hands over his, Charlotte started to turn, but Stein took the lead and pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching full length, and looked at each other.
“You’re so sexy,” she said. “So sexy.” The rock-hard bulge in his trunks twitched lewdly against her smooth flat belly.
“I’m so ready for you, sir.” There was no
turning back now. And almost eagerly she let him draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently. Small moans gurgled from deep in her throat.
They stood motionless as the old man pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily into her eyes. He knew she was ready, but she obviously surprised him by how ready she was.
“Oh, please,” she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. “Fuck me, sir.”
“Goddamn, look at that fucking slut,” Ben said to our room. “She wants it bad.”
“Oh shit,” Lynn looked back and laughed. “He’s whacking off. Watch out for flying objects.” I turned behind me to see Ben with his pants around his ankles and his fat dick in his hand. It wasn’t the micropenis I had expected, but it wasn’t huge either.
In the other room, Stein chuckled triumphantly as he slid Charlotte’s bikini bottoms off and led his young prize trance-like to the bed. No man had ever had sex with Charlotte except me, but now she seemed in a dream.
Everything was so unreal. I couldn’t stop my brain from whirling around crazily as each movement of their arms and legs and bodies as a couple came together in a slow motion embrace.
Stein pushed Charlotte down onto the bed and guided her head to the pillow. He stood by the bed and pushed his trunks down. His immense cock popped up as if on a spring. She reached out and took it into her hand. She once called him magnetic, and now I was seeing it.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Stein grabbed a condom from a side table and expertly slipped it on. Once that was done, he reached over and pushed her legs wide apart. She just let him do what he wanted. She was putty in his hands. She never acted so compliantly with me. Jealousy raged through me.
Lynn tried to rub my cock. I was enraptured by what was happening in Stein’s bedroom, but I didn’t forget to resist.
Stein’s chubby hand slipped between my legs of my young wife, and a thick finger worked into her tight wet pussy, sawing back and forth slowly. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster. A second finger joined the first, hooking them both to reach her G-spot.
“Oooooohhhhh,” Charlotte moaned as she stroked his cock harder and faster in response. Stein lifted her head up high forcing her eyes on his hand.
“Look at that horny little pussy. Does it want my cock?” Stein taunted.
“Oooooohhhhh, yeeeeessss. Please.”
“I’m going to fuck you today, my precious slut. My lovely girlfriend.”
“My boyfriend,” she sighed. “My lover.”
He moved on top of her, his moist tongue pursuing a trail under her throat and down her bare chest to the voluptuous valley of her big firm breasts. He pushed them together and devoured her nipples with his tongue, slapping it back and forth from one to the other.
He made guttural noises and wet smacking sounds with his lips. He was being as crude and noisy as he could, probably for my benefit. Then he began sucking her nipples, back and forth between them, taking as much of her pliant breasts flesh into his mouth as he could. He made big popping sounds as he let them go from his sucking mouth.
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