Regulating Their Marriage [pt. I]

The three of you were in the shower. It was a tight fit but after last night you were all comfortable enough with each other to press close in the small shower enclosure. Besides, it wasn't like any of you needed that much personal space, not for your current activities anyway.

Your hands roamed over Olivia's curvy body as she pressed her ass into your erection. Your fingers pinched and played with her breasts as she giggled and squirmed against your manhood. Bill was standing a bit back and out of the spray, your giant dick looked even more massive swinging between his legs as he soaped himself. You'd casually given him permission to wash his own dick while you took care of Olivia, the implication that what you really meant was that he should masturbate to you fucking his wife perfectly clear and accepted. He was even grateful for it, having already gotten a chance to rub one truly huge load out on his wife's hair and face as she blew you in bed earlier.

Your complete power over the most intimate aspects of this couple's relationship was incredible, and the thrill of domination was a rush like no other.

Your eyes drifted down Olivia's back to her heart shaped ass, her plump cheeks jiggling as you bumped it with your cock and hips. You slap one wet butt cheek and she yelps, giggling. You grin and smack it again, harder this time. Olivia squeals and reaches back to rub the spot your hand just connected, then wiggles her ass against your manhood.

"Naughty girl," you growl, and give her another two smacks.

Olivia squeals in delight as you slide your fingers down between her thighs from behind and into her slit. She's still so sopping wet. How much of that was her as opposed to the five or six loads you'd injected her with since last night was anyone's guess.

You still couldn't quite believe you could do this with a married woman and right in front of her completely docile husband. All because of a handful of sentences that had somehow magically rewrote every aspect of their relationship and made you the 'owner' of their marriage, the arbiter of their sex lives even...

It was insane. It was incredible. It was hot as fuck. You don't think you'll ever get tired of this level of control.

Olivia twisted her head and reached back catching your jaw and drawing you into a passionate kiss as your fingers slid into her tight hole, hooking forward to stroke her front wall and give her that little push over the edge as she moaned into your mouth. Her ass jiggled as she shook in an intense orgasm, squeezing your fingers and soaking them with her juices.

"Fu-uuck... I need this in me." She said in a soft, sultry voice after a moment, one hand dropping down to take hold of your prick.

You grin, "Oh yea?" Then you look past her shoulder to Bill who's watching you both closely while double-fisting his (your) soapy dong. "Bill, kiss our bride while I pound her cunt."

He obeys instantly leaning forward in the shower to press his mouth against hers, meanwhile you line up at her entrance beneath those gorgeous round butt-cheeks. You give her a little nudge and she swallows you an inch at a time while still making out with Bill. Olivia had to break her mouth away to loudly moan as you thrust your entire length balls deep in her. Her cunt squeezing and rippling along your shaft as you start to really work her pussy over.

"Oh fuck! Oh yes! Oh fuck!" she cries while Bill kisses her neck and fondles one of her tits.

You look down settling your hands on her hips as she rocks that out-thrust ass in reaction to you, her warm, soaking pussy squeezing tightly against your cock. You roll your hips, groaning as you push in and out of her. Each time you bury into her deep until your groin is pressed firmly against hers.

The newlywed lets out a loud moan, bucking her hips hard against your cock, meeting each thrust you made just as hard, even as her husband braced her from the front, her tits glistening with moisture squashed out against his broad pecs. Soon enough you were slamming into her hard enough that the sound of your crotch-meat slapping against her ass is echoing off the shower wall. She could take it. You knew by now with direct experience that Oliva was basically a natural born fuck-slut in the sack with a pussy well used to taking Bill's absolute monster of a cock, she could handle your own merely very big dick without complaint or pain and you could fuck her for hours without needing to stop.

Minutes pass and you soon have Olivia torn from her husband's grip as you pin her against the shower wall, her legs open wide and bent, her heels digging into your butt as her pussy spreads compliantly for your pistoning cock.

Your hips are plunging like a machine. Olivia shrieks joyously as her cunny is plowed.

“MMMMRROOOWWWHHHHHHH!!!!” she screams incoherently, body smacking wetly into yours at the point of contact.

You gasp. This married pussy is just grabbing your shaft like a tiger with a piece of meat. Every time you press back into her hole, she squirts out the sides, no room left for your cock and her juices. You change rhythm and she shrieks joyously, whole body warm against your chest.

"Oh god! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she cries as you gnash your teeth, grunting and groaning as you rail her with everything you have.

"Yeah stud! Work that pussy over!" Bill encourages you, reminding you suddenly of both his presence and his existence, "Work that pussy as I jerk your huge fucking cock!"

You groan at the absurdity of it along with the pleasure of your sex, tilting your head as you thrust into his wife and take in the sight of Bill basically pounding his long prick with both hands, soap suds plentiful as he watches you two. It was hard to believe but as far as Bill was concerned, he was currently giving you an enthusiastic hand-job, one that came with the added treat of an orgasm he got to experience.

"I'm... I'm going to cum..." muttered Bill suddenly, his handsome face twisted into a mask of lust and tension, "Oh fuck! I'm gonna... oh god! You're fucking my wife so good!"

"John, can I- can I use your cock to cum?! I'm going to-", he begs and you recall the rule you'd made that he wasn't allowed to use your penis to ejaculate without permission. For a moment, you are tempted to refuse just to see if you could actually keep him from climaxing but you decide that would be too cruel to a guy who'd been nothing but nice as you causally rearranged his life to suit your purposes.

"Yeah! Shoot your load!" you grunt and cry out, "Oh fuck! Yes! YESYESYES!" You curse as your own orgasm rushes forth, elicited as much by the absolutely depraved knowledge that you completely controlled the sexual expression of another man as the slippery vice of Olivia's frankly awesome pussy.

Bill howls like a mad man behind you as you clutch his wife's asscheeks and explode deep inside her pussy, convulsing as thick spurts of semen shoot past her cervix to fill her womb along with the rest of her already stuffed vaginal passage. She clutched the back of your head and shivered, fingers pulling at your hair as she crooned and babbled, "Yes, John! Cum for me... ohhh God... Yes, so good.. fill me up... fill me with your hot cum... I want to fuck you... uhhh yes... again and again... Fuck you while Bill's here... ohhhh yes... teach him how he should fuck his wife properly."

The fact that even in her own lustful madness she is able to say such hot words chosen with utter perfection to suit your perverted tastes is unreal and it prolongs the pleasure of your orgasm as you pump against her and unleash every last iota of cum in your balls. Eventually, a couple of minutes pass with her softly kissing your throat and shoulder and you collapse back, softened dick slipping out of her.

"That was... that was the best yet," she exclaims, turning to kiss her husband before looking at you with a satisfied smile.

"You're welcome," you grin.

"C'mere," she beckons, "I need a kiss from both my big boys." You lean forward as she lifts your chin to plant a deep, lingering kiss on your lips, hands lingering upon both of your now flaccid cocks.