Sarah´s adventures - Living room

Two hours later, the living room had become something else entirely. Morning light poured through the large window, illuminating the grey sectional where Jake had made himself comfortable. He sat naked from the waist down, keeping his red shirt on, his back against the cushions, legs spread in a posture of absolute ownership. His big cock stood upright, thick and veined, still glistening from Sarah's mouth in the kitchen.

Sarah had changed into the red silk babydoll her husband Mark had bought her for their anniversary—a purchase meant for romantic evenings that had never quite lived up to its promise. Now the fabric bunched around her waist as she straddled Jake's lap, facing away from her husband, her hands braced on the sofa. Seconds later, she took it off and tossed it on the carpet. The position put her on full display for Mark, who sat in the armchair across from them, still in his pyjamas, his face flushed and his penis straining against the fabric.

"Look at him," Jake commanded, his hands gripping Sarah's hips with the same bruising force that had left marks the night before. "Let him see your face when you take me."

Sarah turned her head, her blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, her eyes locking with her husband's. She was already lowering herself onto Jake's rigid length, her expression shifting from concentration to pure, unfiltered pleasure, mixed with pain, as she sank down, inch by inch.

"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back as she fully seated herself, Jake's cock buried to the root inside her. "So deep. Mark, he's so fucking deep."

Mark's hand was already under the waistband of his pyjamas, stroking his modest erection with a desperation that made Jake laugh—a low, cruel sound that filled the room.

"Your wife's cunt is stretched around me like a glove," Jake said conversationally, his hips beginning to roll upward, meeting Sarah's movements as she started to ride him. "Three times last night, once this morning, and she's still tight. Still hungry. Isn't that right, Sarah?"

"Yes," she gasped, her breasts bouncing in front of his face as she found her rhythm, rising and falling with sloppy, wet sounds that echoed in the quiet house. "Yes, I'm hungry. I need it. I need you."

She leaned forward, changing the angle, and cried out as Jake's cock hit some spot inside her that her husband had never found. Her hands gripped the couch cushions, her ass lifted high, showing Mark exactly where Jake's thick shaft disappeared into her body, how her cunt lips stretched around him creating a vacuum around his cock, and how wet she was—wet enough that her arousal coated Jake's groin, made her thighs slick.

"Touch yourself," Jake ordered Mark. "Show us how much you love this. Show your wife what a pathetic cuckold she's married to."

Mark obeyed, pulling his cock free—way smaller than Jake's, already leaking a little drop of precum—and began stroking in earnest, his eyes fixed on the place where his wife was being impaled.

"Tell him what I am," Jake said, his thrusts becoming harder, more punishing. He was using her now, holding her hips and fucking up into her with force that made the couch shift on the carpet. "Tell him who I am to you."

"My bull," Sarah cried out, the words breaking from her throat in sobs of pleasure. "My stud. The man who fucks me. The man who owns me."

"And what is he?" Jake gestured towards Mark with his chin, never breaking his rhythm.

"My cuckold," Sarah said, looking directly at her husband, her eyes glazed with lust. "My little cuckold husband who watches. Who strokes his little cock while you breed me. Who knows he could never satisfy me like this. Never fill me like this. Never make me scream like this."

Mark let out a choked sound, his two fingers moving faster, his balls tightening.

"That's it," Jake growled, his own control slipping. He pulled Sarah back against his chest, one hand coming up to grip her throat, the other sliding down to rub her clit in rough circles. "Now you're going to take my seed again, Sarah. Right here on your husband's favourite couch. I'm going to fill you up until it leaks out of you, making sure your egg is flooded with my seed.“

"Please," Sarah begged, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm. "Please cum in me. Make me a Mommy. Make him watch. Make him—"

Jake cut her off with a final, brutal thrust upward, his hips jerking as he came with a roar that seemed to shake the room. Sarah's scream followed, her body convulsing as she milked his cock, her pussy clenching around him in waves that seemed endless.

When Jake finally released her, she slid off him unsteadily, his cum already beginning to trickle down her thighs. But he wasn't done.

He stood, still hard, still dripping, and gestured to Mark."Put a pillow under her butt," his best friend commanded Mark.

"Now!”

Her husband didn’t understand why, but his friend made it perfectly clear.

“Keep that baby seed of mine inside your wife's womb.”

Mark quickly did as he was told and grabbed a large sofa pillow. His wife had already rolled onto her back and lifted her sticky ass from the sofa, allowing her husband to place the pillow under her.

Mark stayed on his knees next to Sarah, admiring how well-fucked she lay there. Her husband had no doubt that the potent seed of his mate would do a good job and knock his wife up.

Jake settled back onto the couch, his cock twitching, already half-hard again.

“Make me a good breakfast, Mark. Lots of eggs.” He simply told him. “I need to produce more cum for your lovely wife again. That would be round six," he said, grinning, and reaching for his coffee cup, still warm on the side table.

"This is going to be a long weekend," he said to no one in particular, absently fingering Mark’s wife's full cunt.

To be continued.