Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep41

Consciousness came back in a rush. Like a gasp for air after being underwater for two minutes too long.

I found myself lying sweaty on the deck. The sunlight too bright for my eyes. Again, reality flooded back to me. We were still in the backyard. The sounds of sex surrounded me along with the usual birdsong.

I rolled over, body aching. All around me were people -- twos and threes and fours -- fucking like crazy. A mass orgy like something out of the end times. I didn't recognize any of them. Just naked bodies, undulating against each other. I felt something bouncing up and down next to me. Another couple I hadn't caught. I rolled over to look. I already knew that I didn't want to see.

Kate -- my darling, innocent wife -- was on top of Carlos, lazily riding up and down his dick. Her long brown hair splayed all over her body. Her massive tits bouncing wildly. Thick thighs pumped as she rode him. Strange and mechanical like she was in a trance. A stream of dried sperm ran down her face. Over her tits. At the juncture of her pussy and the Latino man's cock. Like she'd been bathed in it.

At almost the moment I saw them, Carlos stiffened and groaned, unloading himself into my wife's unprotected pussy. Kate barely slowed. She grunted as another man's cum shot into her. Body barely even registering what was happening. Finally, she fell forward, lifeless. Seeing she was done, Carlos slipped away. If he noticed me lying there, he didn't acknowledge it.

Kate collapsed on the deck next to me. A river of sperm spit out of her pussy and began streaming onto the deck. A slightly smaller trail of drool leaked similarly out of her mouth.

I crawled over to Kate. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm. Under her breath, she was mumbling madness.

I told myself I was going to check on her. Make sure she was OK. But then, why was I holding my stiffening cock in my hands? Why was I staring straight at her poor, abused pussy? The need wasn't rational. It was something buried deep in my lizard brain. An automatic reaction, a failsafe device, from a different time. But still there when needed.

I rolled Kate onto her back. Rolled her over and slid into her sex. She was warm, wet, far too slippery with the spends of so many strangers.

Kate groaned as I went in, sounding slightly pained. I thrust back and forth with abandon. Ignored everything but the sloshing motion of my cock in her cunt. I didn't look at the jiggle of her perfect ass. Didn't reach for her awesome tits. I didn't run my hands through her hair or stare into her liquid caramel eyes.

I fucked my wife, like a demon, till I came. My orgasm arrived like a punch to the gut. The pleasure of it something distant and forced, as if my body was telling me it felt good even though it clearly didn't. I fell back, having finally added my swimmers to the ocean of them rolling inside my wife. My eyes threatened to close again.

felt a hand

down at me. It was neither a grin nor a grimace. It was a sad thing,

body was streaked with sperm similarly to her sister's. Tara's chest was covered with finger-tip sized bruises and dark, pooling hickeys. Her knees and elbows were

pulled at my arm and repeated her request. I nodded, still

"Yeah," I said, "Yes."

hair was a wild nest of brambles. Her body was nicked and cut. She was covered in semen and stank like pussy. She started to stand straight, then stumbled. When I helped her up again, she looked up at

I fucked up." Her words sloshed together. She was still drunk

said, but neither

I got some... Some

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tell if she was trying to be

you?" Kate

a sort of truth and so good

Kate said, gripping

us, the sounds of sex filled the air. I stared down the car-lined street and realized I didn't remember where we'd were parked. And

I cursed. I started to turn back, but Tara gripped my

she said. She held up my car keys and

drive?" Kate asked me, "I

I've got it,"