Good Dish

Emma took Sandra's face away from Kyle's crotch and whispered something into her ear. Sandra's eyes widened, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she climbed onto the bed, her legs straddling Kyle’s hips. She positioned herself, her pink pussy hovering just above his cock, which was now fully erect and glistening with her saliva. Emma followed, her own legs straddling Kyle’s face, her pussy hovering just out of his reach.

Kyle didn’t need to be told what to do. He eagerly dived into the task, his tongue sliding out to taste the sweetness that awaited him. He licked along Emma's slit, feeling her hips jerk in response. She tasted like honey, and he was the bee eager to devour her. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he explored her folds with his tongue.

Sandra, meanwhile, wasted no time. She reached down and guided Kyle's cock inside her, gasping as she felt him fill her. She was tight, her body still a bit unused to the size, but she was more than ready. She began to rock her hips, taking him in inch by inch. Her moans grew louder with every thrust, her movements growing more confident with each passing moment.

Soon enough, the room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of sex: the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet noises of Kyle's tongue exploring Emma's folds, and Sandra's breathy gasps as she rode his cock. The smell of arousal was thick in the air, a heady mix of the three of them that was driving them all wild.

Kyle's mouth was a maelstrom of pleasure as he feasted on Emma's pussy. She tasted like heaven—like everything sweet and forbidden rolled into one. He lapped at her, his tongue swirling around her clit, teasing it with gentle flicks before moving to her inner walls. He could feel her thighs tremble around his head, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as she held on for dear life.

Sandra's hips rocked back and forth, her breathing growing more ragged with each stroke. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of concentration as she tried to keep her orgasm at bay. She was so close, so very close, but she wanted it to be perfect—to show Emma just how much she enjoyed serving Kyle.

Emma's eyes remained on her husband's back, she knew he was fighting his instincts—his urge to claim her, to make it clear that she was his. And the fact that he couldn't, that he was standing there and listening simply made her ecstatic.

As the tension in the room grew, so did the intensity of their actions. Sandra began to moan louder, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached her peak. Kyle felt his own orgasm building, his cock swelling inside her tight sheath. He could feel her walls clench around him, her muscles tightening as she got closer and closer to her climax.

And then, it happened. Sandra threw her head back, her body arching as she screamed out her pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around Kyle's cock, her juices flooding out as she came. Kyle felt the pressure build, his own orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He thrust upwards, filling her with his seed, his whole body shaking with the **** of his release.

Tom tensed up, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He was torn between the anger that burned in his chest and the arousal that clouded his mind. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help it. Over a month of his wife withholding sex made him quite itchy for any sort of action.

Emma took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she climbed off of Kyle's face. "Good," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Tom, darling, could you get us our wine back?"

Tom, his face a mix of anger and arousal, nodded and grabbed the glasses, his hand shaking slightly as he filled them again. The room was thick with the scent of sex, and it was all he could do not to march over and claim his wife's mouth with his own. Instead, he brought the wine to the bed, his eyes lingering on Sandra's glistening crotch as she slid off of Kyle's now-softening cock.

"Thank you, cucky." Emma grabbed her glass and took a sip, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched Tom's jaw clench.

Tom's eyes remained on Sandra's crotch, the sight of Kyle's cum smearing on her skin making his own cock throb painfully. He couldn't tear his gaze away as he handed Kyle his wine, the younger man's dick still buried deep inside the blonde.

Sandra took her glass from Tom with a shaky hand, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. She took a sip of the wine, the cool liquid sliding down her throat and helping to soothe the fire that Kyle had ignited within her.

Emma took a sip of her wine, her eyes locked onto Tom's as she licked her lips seductively. "Alright, Sandra, be a dear and clean Kyle's cock a bit. It's my turn."

"WHAT?" Tom was about to crush the wine bottle into the wall. "What the fuck, Emma?" He was on the edge, his fists tightening around the wine bottle's neck, the veins in his arms bulging.

Emma just smirked and leaned back into the plush pillows, her legs spreading wider, giving Tom a clear view of her glistening pussy. "You heard me, darling. After all, young girls and like Sandra, and older woman like myself, we all have different... preferences."

Sandra was more than happy to oblige. She pulled back, releasing Kyle's cock from her tight embrace, and leaned down to take him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting herself mixed with Kyle's salty essence. She took him in deep, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with enthusiasm.

Emma watched the scene before her with a smug expression, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Now, Tom," she began, her voice like velvet, "you've been a good cuck so far, so please, don't be such a prude." She took another sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving her husband's. "You see, young Kyle here is quite the novice with experienced women like me."

Tom's grip on the wine bottle tightened, his knuckles turning white. "What the hell are you talking about?" he ground out through clenched teeth.

Emma just chuckled. "I'm teaching him, darling," she said sweetly. "And you agreed to help me, didn't you?" She took another sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving Tom's. "You're going to guide him, just like you did this morning."

The mix of emotions on Tom's face was a bit scary, for a moment, Kyle felt as if this was the final straw, "YOU ARE AROUSED, aren't you, Tom?" This last suggestion was so easy, that Kyle though that it misfired, but the look of shame on Tom's face was all the confirmation he needed.

Tom took a deep breath and nodded, his eyes flicking to the floor briefly before returning to the sight of Sandra eagerly cleaning Kyle's cock. Emma's voice was like a whip, cracking through the room, "Good, then you can tell our master where to start." She gestured to Emma to stop her ministrations and to Kyle to get closer.

"Alright," Tom began, his voice tight and controlled, "First, you need to make sure she's ready." He stepped closer to the bed, setting the wine bottle down with a thud. "Kiss her neck, her breasts, her stomach... make her want you."

Kyle followed the instructions, his movements tentative at first but growing more confident as Emma's breath hitched and her body responded to his touch. He kissed his way down her body, his hands exploring the curves of her waist and hips. When he reached her pussy, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him. It was wet, swollen, and begging for his attention.

Tom's voice was like a coach in the background, guiding him through the motions. "Now, place your cock at the entrance," Tom instructed, his own arousal palpable despite his frustration. Kyle did as he was told, the head of his dick nudging against Emma's slick opening. She looked up at him with a mix of amusement and challenge, her grey eyes gleaming in the dim light of the candles.

"And then?" Kyle asked, not even trying to hold cockiness in his voice.

"And then, you push in," Tom said, his eyes on his wife's pussy as if he was the one about to penetrate her. "Gently, but firmly." Kyle nodded, his heart racing as he positioned himself between Emma's open legs.

Tom's eyes remained on his wife's crotch, as Kyle lined his cock up with her wet slit. He watched as Kyle pushed into her, his cock sliding in with surprising ease. Emma's eyes rolled back in her head, a moan escaping her lips. "Good," Tom murmured, his voice tight with tension. "Now, pull almost all the way out, and then slam back in."

Kyle did as he was told, pulling out until just the tip was left before plunging back in, eliciting a gasp from Emma. She threw her head back, her hair fanning out on the pillows, "Fuck, Tom, he is so much bigger than you!"

Tom's face flushed with a mix of anger and arousal, he ignored his wife's taunt, continuing to dictate the play-by-play. "Now, Kyle," he instructed, his voice a bit strained, "find a rhythm. Make sure you hit her deep, just like she likes it." Kyle nodded, his eyes on Tom as he began to thrust in and out of Emma's welcoming pussy.

Emma's moans grew louder as Kyle picked up the pace, her hips rising to meet each of his thrusts. She watched her husband with a glint of malicious delight in her eyes, "Oh, Kyle," she breathed, "you're so much better than Tom. His little... thing can't even come close to filling me up like this." She reached down and cupped Kyle's balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, "Your cock is so much bigger, so much stronger."

Tom's face was a mask of barely contained rage, his teeth grinding together as he listened to his wife praise the younger man's prowess. But his body was betraying him, his cock straining against his pants, begging for release. He knew he shouldn't be getting off on this, but the humiliation was a strange aphrodisiac.

Emma took mercy on him, or perhaps she was just enjoying the power she had over him. "Tom," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "stop staring like a perv and turn around. You're ruining the mood."

Tom hesitated for a moment, the words from Emma's lips a knife twisting in his gut. But then, with a flicker of something like defeat in his eyes, he did as he was told. Emma's smirk grew as she watched Tom's obediently face the wall. "Good boy," she murmured. Then, turning her full attention to Kyle, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. Her body quivered with need, her legs tightening around his waist. "Fuck me, Kyle," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me like you own me. Make me scream so Tom can hear just how much better you are."

Kyle grinned, his cock swelling even more at the thought of driving Tom even deeper into submission. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, his thrusts growing more powerful and relentless. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Emma's cries of pleasure. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, as Kyle pounded into her. Each time he hit just the right spot, she'd let out a whimper that was music to his ears.

Her nails dug into his back as she begged for more, her hips bucking wildly to meet his every thrust. "Harder," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want to feel you in my throat." Kyle's grin grew wicked as he increased his pace, his hips moving like a piston, driving into her without mercy. He knew Tom could hear every wet smack, every guttural moan, and it only spurred him on.

"Kyle! Fill me up!" Emma screamed as she felt her pussy spasming around his cock. She could feel her climax building, the pleasure coiling tightly in her belly. Kyle's eyes met hers, the same fire of lust reflected in his gaze, and then they both shattered into oblivion.

Emma's orgasm washed over her in waves, each one more intense than the last. Her body bucked and writhed as she rode the crest, her nails digging into Kyle's back. He groaned, feeling his own release build as he watched her come apart beneath him. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum filled her up.

At the same moment, they heard Sandra's muffled cries from the edge of the bed. They turned their heads to see the young blond working her hand in and out of her own soaked pussy, her eyes glazed over as she watched the passionate scene unfold before her. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her cheeks flushed, and her mouth was parted in a silent scream of ecstasy.

"Fuck, so hot!" Sandra's voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to break the spell that had held them all in place. Her hand moved faster, her fingers slipping in and out of her soaking wet pussy as she watched the erotic dance between Emma and Kyle. She couldn't believe she was a part of this, couldn't believe that she was getting off on watching them like this. But she was, and it was driving her wild.

Her orgasm crashed over her, her body spasming as she came. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure consumed her. Her legs shook, her toes curling as she rode out the intense wave. She had never felt anything like this before—so raw, so primal, so utterly consuming.

As she came down from her high, she opened her eyes to find Kyle looking at her, a knowing smile on his face. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Sandra couldn't help but blush at the praise, her heart racing as she realized that she had just watched her boyfriend fuck her mistress—and enjoyed it.

Emma, catching her breath, turned her gaze to Sandra, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and mischief. She reached down and grabbed Sandra's wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy. "Looks like you enjoyed the show," she murmured, her voice husky with satisfaction. "Now, it's your turn to clean up our mess."

Sandra, her face flushed and her eyes still glazed from her own orgasm, nodded eagerly. She scooted closer to the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving Emma's pussy. It was still slick with a mix of Kyle's cum and her own juices, a visual feast that made her mouth water. She leaned in and licked the remnants of their passion from Emma's inner thighs, her tongue moving in slow, sensuous strokes.

As blond's eager mouth was working between her legs, Emma reached to Kyle's cock and she pulled it closer to her own mouth, "Let me clean you up, master." she whispered and took a tentative lick of Kyle's cum from his shaft. She took the entire length of him into her mouth, savoring the mix of her own juices and his seed.

Finally, they all were done. The air was still thick with the scent of sex, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Sandra looked up at them, her eyes shining with adoration as she sat between them, her small hands gently caressing their thighs. She felt so alive, so accepted in this moment of raw intimacy.

Emma, feeling sated and powerful, pulled Kyle closer to her, wrapping her legs around his waist. His cock, still semi-hard, pressed into her stomach, leaving a trail of stickiness. She reached out and stroked Sandra's hair, pulling her closer to Kyle. "Come on, sweet girl," she murmured, "you know what to do."

Without a word, Sandra leaned in and kissed Kyle, her tongue slipping into his mouth, this was no longer sex-hungry kiss they shared in the restaurant, but a tender, loving embrace that Kyle was familiar with. He knew he is gong to get woken up with a blowjob, and that was bloody lovely!