Ch. 6 – More.

Marcus lay in the middle of the bed, his arms casually folded behind his head. He was still wearing his boxer shorts. Nora let go of my hand, kissed me on the cheek, and then walked to the bed. She knelt on it, moved forward slowly on all fours, and finally let her hands slide to Marcus’ boxers to pull them off.

"So, you’re staying?" Marcus asked, clearly pleased.

"We’re staying," Nora replied with a smile.

Marcus shifted his gaze to me, as if waiting for confirmation. I managed only a quiet, barely audible "We’re staying." But that seemed to satisfy him, as his attention immediately returned to Nora.

Nora pulled his boxer shorts down. His cock lay on his body. If Marcus hadn't been so tall, it would certainly have reached his belly button. But he wasn't quite hard yet either. Perhaps it took a moment longer for such a giant to swell to its full size.

Nora's delicate hand clasped it and lifted it. Marcus and I were just silent spectators. We both saw her lower her head and kiss his glans. Her tongue emerged and played around it.

It was all very similar to what I had just experienced with her, yet everything felt different. I stood there, able only to watch. However, one thing remained the same for me as it had been a few minutes earlier. Even though I wasn't the beneficiary of Nora's tongue this time, my penis had erected itself again. It was calling for a third round that day, but I resisted the urge to take matters into my own hands.

Now that the decision had been made that we would spend the rest of the night here, there seemed to be no rush. Nora took plenty of time to pamper Marcus with her tongue.

The progress was really slow. After playing with his glans, she licked his shaft. Apparently every spot must have been licked at least three times by her tongue. Marcus' only reaction was that his cock grew to its full size.

Meanwhile, I stood awkwardly in the room, unsure of what to do with myself. Even though the bed was quite large, I didn’t seem to be needed there—perhaps not even wanted. For the moment, I preferred keeping some distance anyway. Reluctantly, I moved to a chair about two meters from the bed. From there, I could not only sit but still had a clear view of what was happening. On the bed, they neither noticed nor cared that I was sitting there.

Marcus' cock was now glistening with Nora's spit. She was holding it tightly at the root with one hand. Of course, there was still more than enough sticking out at the top, and she was now giving this part her full attention. At last, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. She tried to push his cock between her lips. It even worked. At least three or four centimeters beyond his glans. Nora got into trouble at this point.

"That's enough," Marcus said to her, as he had apparently noticed her struggles as well. "You can try to work your way forward slowly. But hardly anyone manages all of it on the first try."

He was very considerate and understanding. No comparison to what I've seen in porn, where the man often just thrusts his cock deep into the woman so that at some point she is **** to release his cock from her mouth, gagging and gasping for air.

Nora continued to work on his cock. Again and again she let his cock thrust into her mouth, perhaps managing two or three additional centimeters. About half of him in total. Her hand on the root of his cock prevented her from going too far.

I was highly aroused by this live porn show. My own cock was sticking out and demanding attention. But my hands had gripped the edge of the chair seat on either side. It would have been so completely wrong to masturbate in front of them. I couldn't think of anything more embarrassing. The husband degraded to doing it to himself while his wife, driven by another man, went off like a rocket.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!, I shouted into myself. It became more difficult with each passing moment not to succumb to my desire for release. I had to stay strong.

It didn't help my arousal that I started to imagine how the blowjob would end. It could be that Nora swallowed his juice. But that didn't seem very likely to me. In a porn movie, Marcus would probably have spread his cream all over her face. I have to admit that if I made it that far in a porno, I liked to see the cumshot right in the face. However, I'd never done that to Nora before, but I'd never asked her about it either. I couldn't imagine that she would give her consent. In the end, perhaps the only option was for Marcus to simply shoot into the void. I wondered how far or high his cannon could shoot?

Calm down. Keep a clear head, I told myself. All this thinking had made my cock harder than ever. The desire to grab it and wank it was greater than ever.

The blowjob dragged on. Nora released Marcus' cock in between to kiss and lick it with her tongue. Marcus showed impressive stamina.

In the end, none of my ideas about the end of the blowjob became reality.

"I need to feel you inside me," Nora demanded. "Show Paul how you fuck me."

My wife said these words with so much pleasure that I couldn't judge them negatively at that moment. In hindsight, you can see it differently. Another man having to show me how to fuck my own wife would perhaps be an overly negative interpretation. However, the reality at that moment was that I would love to see this act. Especially now with a much better view of the action. The first time, I hadn't been able to see Marcus sinking his cock into my wife.

"Paul, toss me the condoms, will you?" Marcus asked.

"Where…" I said, glancing around.

"Lying next to you on the table."

There was a small square box on the table with no writing on it. I opened it. It was still half full. I couldn't miss the round outline of the condom in the square plastic wrapper.

Trojan Magnum - of course, what else?

I took one out of the box and threw it to Marcus as he had requested. It landed next to him on the bed, he grabbed it immediately and tore open the wrapper. While Nora lay down on the bed, he rolled the condom over his penis. It was a pretty good fit.

"Please be careful," Nora asked him.

"Don't worry, it went well earlier. I'm sure it will be a little easier now," Marcus said and grabbed her between her legs. His hand stroked through Nora's pubic area and she moaned. "You're pretty wet. That makes it even easier." He thrust a finger into Nora, then immediately brought in a second. Nora had no problems with it, but that was to be expected.

Marcus pushed his fingers into Nora a few times. But that seemed to be enough for him to move on to the next step. He lay down between Nora's legs and placed his cock at her opening. I watched spellbound as he slowly penetrated Nora. He kept his gaze fixed on Nora's face. I had the impression that he knew exactly what he was doing. Especially how quickly he could penetrate her. How many women could he have had? Certainly many times more than my three.

My left hand was no longer on the edge of the chair seat. It was now resting on my knee. My fingers gripped it so that it stayed there and didn't move any further into the forbidden zone.

Marcus had steadily moved deeper into Nora. I would have expected him to take longer, but he had penetrated her completely straight away. Maybe because it wasn't the first time that evening. He now began to fuck her slowly, steadily increasing his speed.

There are moments in life when you want something but know you really shouldn’t have it—like reaching into a cookie jar filled with calorie bombs. At my fighting weight of a 220 pounds, that’s definitely something I should avoid.

But when the cookie jar is sitting right in front of you, impossible to ignore, and there’s no escaping it, eventually, you reach the point where you can’t resist the temptation any longer. Sooner or later, you give in and grab a cookie.

Long story short: I couldn’t hold back any longer. My left hand grabbed my cock and I started to masturbate.

When you try to hold back for so long and the desire for something keeps increasing, the release is all the greater. Now that I had started, I wouldn't stop without a good reason. I needed that cathartic orgasm.

On the bed, they were initially too busy to notice my new activity. However, when they switched to the doggy style position, Nora looked over at me during the brief pause. I might have tried to pull my hand back quickly, but I just couldn't let go of my cock. Nora smiled at me. When Marcus rammed his cock into her from behind, her mouth shot open and she moaned loudly. It was evident that her moan carried no trace of pain. She now had no problem at all being penetrated by his big cock.

The doggy-style position is not one of our standard positions. However, I loved it in porn. I liked it when the woman's breasts were hanging down, which made them look particularly big. The fuck was accompanied by the man slapping against the woman's bottom. For me, it felt like watching a porn movie—being a spectator from the outside. I enjoyed that. When I touched my glans with my thumb, I could feel how close I was to an orgasm.

Judging by her moans and increasingly uncontrolled sounds such as "Ah!" and "Yes!", Nora was also pretty far gone. Only Marcus seemed to have full control over himself. He pushed his cock deep into Nora again and again.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Nora suddenly exclaimed and opened her eyes wide. Her mouth fell open after the exclamation and she let out more cries of pleasure.

In the face of her eruption, I couldn't hold back any longer, nor did I want to. I came for the third time that night. Perhaps the last time I had come so often was when I was nineteen, though not in a single night, but throughout the entire day.

My sperm squirted out of me. There wasn't much left though and I didn't have the energy to worry about staining the carpet. Exhausted, I sank back into the chair and closed my eyes. I didn't know what time it was now, but it was certainly well after midnight. Normally, I would have been in bed for a while by now.

Marcus' rhythmic slapping on my wife's buttocks slowed down and then stopped completely. I heard the rustling of the comforter triggered by movement. This was followed by kissing noises.

I opened my eyes to see what was happening. Marcus and Nora were now lying next to each other and kissing. Marcus pressed himself against Nora's back from behind. I could see his still stiff cock through her legs. Marcus reached around Nora's body with his right hand and grabbed her breasts.

I suppressed a yawn. If it had been up to me, this game would end now. You’d think that, as a husband, this sight would send adrenaline coursing through my veins. I certainly hadn’t had enough of it yet, but at that moment, fatigue won out.

Damn, I thought quietly. Marcus hadn't come yet. This was definitely going to last a while longer. I closed my eyes again.

Suddenly, someone touched me, and I jolted awake. Nora had gotten up without me noticing.

"Tired?" she asked.

"A little," I admitted. Nora knew me well enough to understand that when I said a little, I actually meant very tired.

Nora looked back briefly at Marcus, who was still lying on the bed and looking over at us. "We're not quite finished here yet. Marcus hasn't ..."

She didn't say it, but she was only saying what I had been thinking myself shortly before. Someone in this group was still lacking a well-deserved orgasm.

Despite the exchange of words and Nora right in front of me, I couldn't hold back a yawn.

"If you need a break, you know where the second bedroom is," Marcus offered.

I looked at Nora.

"It’s okay," she said. "I’ll join you soon."

I could barely keep my eyes open. I gave Nora a kiss and left. At the door, I glanced back one more time. Nora was already sitting on the bed, but her eyes were still on me. Her expression seemed to reassure me that everything was fine. That it was okay for me to leave her alone.

This wasn’t the first time, after all. She didn’t know, of course, but they had already spent half an hour together earlier while I had been asleep on the sofa.

Still, looking back now, it seems strange to me that I actually left at that moment. We had only met Marcus that evening. He had seemed like a really nice guy so far, but who could say for sure that he wouldn’t suddenly turn out to be a psychopath?

I picked up the clothes I had left by the sofa and headed to the second bedroom. It was much smaller. I slipped my underwear back on but took off my shirt.

Lying in bed, I tried to listen for any sounds from the other bedroom. But the thick walls and two closed doors blocked everything out. My exhaustion quickly overtook me, and I fell into a deep sleep.