Left Behind

I crumple down on top of Linda, burying my face into her neck as I come down. I stay buried inside Linda for some time after my nut. Not so much to savor the moment but in a **** to admit I was finished. Fuck, I'd cum far quicker than I wanted to. It didn't take long before my rapidly softening spent dick flopped effortlessly, and without her even noticing, from Linda's gaping pussy.

She rakes her nails up my back. "Mmm, you must have been excited. I must have felt real good, hmm baby?"

All I can do is nod.

Beside us Camille was also recovering from easily the most powerful orgasm I'd ever seen her have. Richard, ever the gentleman, was going easy on her as the aftershocks jolted through her body. "Ohhhh gawwwwwd!" She moans as if in utter astonishment that anything could feel so good...she then verbalizes it. "Ohhh Daddy! I've never...oh my god! I've never cum like that! Ever....ohhhhh!"

My own passion slaked the deep and painful misgivings I was already having amplify tenfold. Without my lust to distract me I now felt the full impact of each brutal ego crushing noise and comment. I had just watched and listened as another man made my wife cum like I never had and likely never could. Not only had I watched...I shot my load as quick as a virgin teenager with his first girl. As I feel my jizz filled condom slowly slide off of my near flaccid member, roll down the side of the bed, and splat onto the floor at my feet James is gradually picking up the pace once more. He and Camille were going again as I am impotently left behind.

"Mmm, yeah." He growls as his hips move with a liquid grace, his free hand masterfully continued to fondle and tease Camille's breasts with practiced skill. This man was in his element, clearly a lover and not a fighter. He made love completely differently than I did. There were no short linear jabbing thrusts with James, everything was flowing and natural, his motions smooth as silk. With so much cock to work with he could pull out what seemed a mile and still be snugly inside of her. "Damn you feel so good." He whispers to her.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Is all Camille can manage as he slides his 10 and half inches in and out of her with an ease I thought impossible just minutes ago. I couldn't fathom it. How did she take him all? How could she physically? He was touching my wife in places I could never get. Over five inches of her that were now his and his alone. Stretching her in a way I thought obscene. "OHHHH!"

Like a defeated boxer getting up from a knockout blow push myself up from off of Linda. With a crooked grin and a pinch of my nipple she lets me know that she was still up for anything. I'm not sure how but I manage to keep up a brave facade, acting like my quick release and what happening beside us didn't bother me a whit.

"Ho, shit!" I breath heavily. "Sorry. I don't usually cum so..."

"OHHH FUUUUCK!" Camille yowls as she throws her arms and legs around James, interrupting my feeble defense. "Oh my fucking god! So...fucking...BIG!"

James casually glances my way with what I swear is one hell of a smug look, continuing to fuck my wife as he says. "Happens to the best of us dude. No worries."

"He! Yeah, no doubt." I mumble. "Shit."

"Mmmm." Linda hums as she runs her hands over my body. "I think it's kinda hot actually. Kinda flattering, ya know?"

"Thanks."

"Cumming!" Camille blurts all of a sudden before her body tenses up from her clenched jaw right down to her curling toes. Her arms and legs clamp around James tight and her hips instinctively hump up and down. "CUMMING! OOHHHH JESUSSS FUUUCK!" She is quiet for a heartbeat and then. "AAAOHHHHHHHH!!!"

I stare at Camille in slack jawed wonder. She had just cum yet here she was popping off again! On a good night I could barely get two out of her, James had just done it in the span of a few minutes!

"He he he. That's it, cum for Daddy." James croons. "You are a responsive little minx, aren't ya?"

"AAAHHHHHHHH!!!" She screamed with a raw animal cry of sexual release. I couldn't imagine what the neighbors must be thinking at this point.

Linda pulled at me and pawed at me wanting us to keep going but I was frozen in place as I watched my lovely Camille quake and caterwaul her way through another epic orgasm. I felt sick to my stomach. Playing with Linda was the last thing I wanted to do.

All at once Camille's body goes slack and for a moment I thought she had passed out. The high mewling sounds and the distant blissed out look on her face told me she had never been better. Again James slows his thrusts so that my overwhelmed wife could recover.

She turns her head and makes direct eye contact with me. In a whimpering tone she moans. "Ohhhh god baby. He's so good, he's so fucking good. Ohhh baby. This is so much better...than I...ohhhhhh! Thank you Richard! Thank youuuuu!" She reaches over and limply lays her hand over mine.

She was thanking me for letting her have James' big cock!? My wounded jealous heart nearly stopped beating right there. If she was saying this with a cruel sadistic intent it would have hurt less. It was the sheer unvarnished honesty of her words that truly stung. She was too far out of her mind with orgasmic rapture to lie or tease.

James pinches her nipple to get her attention again.

"Ooo!" She peeps and looks back up at him. She pulls her hand back from me and reaches up to rest it on his shoulder. "Ohh Daddy! I came so hard for you Daddy!"

"That's good." He quips. "But if Daddy's gonna get his we can't keep stopping every few minutes."

She nods, understanding his message loud and clear. With a look of heroic determination she says. "Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me and don't stop fucking me!"

"You sure?" He asks.

She nods again. "Fuck me Daddy!"

A brash grin grows across his face. "Remember little girl, you asked for it."

Meanwhile Linda had reached down to grab my soft manhood and massage it in her hand. "Come on Richard." She beckons.

I needed to get out. I at least needed a break. I needed to just not see this right now. I wanted to run from the room and straight out the front door and just keep on running, instead I mutter a vague apology to Linda and excuse myself before hurrying into the attached washroom, closing and locking the door and leaving that cursed scene behind me.