Sarah's hooked ...

Mark continued to watch as Sarah sat there dumbfounded, surprised that her husband had just up and left her sitting there naked just after a glorious fucking session. There was not going to be any cuddling or spooning naked together after that. She wondered why Brad was being so odd, yet she couldn’t ignore her sopping wet pussy seeping with his cum. She was still on fire for some reason. She contemplated turning off the movie and saving it for another day, when she could enjoy it with her husband. But as she sipped from the glass of wine, and the movie started, Sarah found herself seemingly glued to the couch, unable to move, except of course, for her hand idly playing with her oozing snatch.

Mark resumed filming, then stepped back momentarily to see the light go on in the master bedroom suite. About five minutes later, the light went out. At least, Mark thought, Brad was doing as he was told. Now all Mark could hope for was that Sarah would react the way he predicted.

The exhausting day and the recent fuck had truly drained Brad. Once he lay down on the bed, he was asleep within minutes, knowing Sarah was downstairs watching the porn movies he just purchased.

Sarah delved two fingers into her just-fucked pussy, feeling Brad’s cum sloshing in there as the opening scene quickly unfolded. A good looking couple was sitting at a table in a hotel bar/lounge. The buxom blonde wife asked her husband to dance, but he declined, saying he didn’t want to. She asked him again, looking towards the dance floor, making eye contact with some handsome men dancing there. She became dejected after her husband’s third decline, when suddenly one of the men approached their table and asked if she could accompany him on the floor. The lady looked to her husband for his approval which he granted. Happily the wife ran to the dance floor to shake her booty while the husband looked on. As the fast beat of the music continued, Wendy, the wife, became more uninhibited with her new dancing partner. Slowly the two disappeared into the middle of the dance floor, hidden from her husband among the throng of bodies. Wendy, emboldened by the **** and music, began grinding and rubbing against the handsome man. Closing time had arrived and the DJ was playing one last slow song. Wendy was about to leave the floor when her dancing partner pulled her back into his arms. Wendy fleetingly thought about objecting, but succumbed to his charm. She could feel his bulge pressing into her as he held her close. She ground back against his pressing waist, allowing him to drop his hands to her ass. She reciprocated, pulling his ass in closer.

Sarah’s fingers stroked a steady rhythm during the steamy slow dance, plunging fully into her music box. She watched the wife return to her husband when the song ended, escorted politely by her dancing partner. The husband then invited the new acquaintance to join them in their room to continue partying, to which he readily accepted. The trio entered the room and the wife excused herself to the bathroom. He then offered the young buck a drink and told him that his wife loves to party. He said, “I don’t dance, but I want her to be happy.” The wife appeared, and the three emptied their drinks. The husband, John, put some slow music on and sat in a nearby chair. Paul, the dancer, asked Wendy if she’d like to dance, to which she drunkenly accepted. Halfway through the song, the two were grinding as they were earlier, with John in plain view this time. John merely sipped his drink, unfazed by the behavior. By the time the second song started, the two were kissing, and roaming their hands all over. Halfway through, clothes were sent scattering as they fell upon the bed. In no time at all, the couple were fucking each other, in front of John, who remained stoic, still sipping his drink. The hot and raunchy sex culminated in Paul spurting an abundant amount of sperm onto Wendy’s belly and tits, and Wendy sucking his cock clean.

Sarah, mesmerized by the weirdness, continued plunging her fingers in and out of her now clenching pussy. She found herself drawn into the steamy sex, despite the odd situation. She felt compelled to continue watching the video of Wendy as she and her husband directed two muscle-bound men through their house as they carried a large mattress. Once in the bedroom, John sat in a nearby chair watching the men assemble their newly purchased bed. Wendy stood nearby. Once the bed was put together, John told Wendy to test it out. Wendy plopped down onto the springy mattress, bouncing happily as she looked at one of the men and patted the area to her side. The large guy sat next to Wendy, who then invited the second guy to join her. Wendy put her hands on their thighs and ran them up to their bulging cocks. The camera quickly panned to John who sat in the chair with seeming disinterest in his eyes. When the image snapped back to Wendy, she was being helped with taking her top off as the two guys feasted upon her tits. Wendy encouraged each guy to strip as she wriggled out of her bottoms. The trio quickly became a tangled web of arms and legs. It wasn’t long after that, when Wendy had a cock in her mouth, and one in her pussy. The two guys fucked her mouth and pussy repeatedly, alternating holes and positions as they rolled about the new bed. This went on for some time until Wendy was stroking both cocks near her face. She alternated sucking each cock, and occasionally tried sucking both cocks at the same time. She succeeded in having both cocks erupt simultaneously, plastering her face and tits with the hot, white, sticky paste. Wendy vigorously cleaned each cock, as John continued to look on, completely unaffected.

Sarah’s cunt was now clutching back at the fingers still mindlessly thrusting in and out. Her body began to tingle, once again, with the onset of anticipation. She emptied the glass of wine and dropped it to the carpeted floor, transfixed by the bizarre actions of the married couple. Sarah’s free hand slowly dropped to diddle her clit as she watched the couple entertain a female friend for dinner. The three drank and chatted as Wendy shot alluring glances towards her friend and took every opportunity to brush up against her. At several points through the dinner, Wendy’s hand rubbed along the lovely Brunette’s thigh, pushing her dress higher and higher up on her lap. It didn’t take long for Sally, the friend, to succumb to Wendy’s advances. The two embraced and shared a loving kiss while rising from the dining chairs. As the heat and passion increased, they fell atop the table, pushing plates and centerpieces to the floor. John sat back in his chair, watching the affection, enjoying his aperitif. Wendy had Sally pinned to the table as she undid the front of her dress, freeing her of her clothing. Wendy suckled Sally’s supple mounds as her hands rolled her panties down her legs. Sally’s moans of approval encouraged Wendy further. Wendy pulled Sally to the edge of the table, sitting in the dining chair once again, draping Sally’s legs over her shoulders. Wendy then enjoyed her delectable dessert of honey pie, driving Sally insatiably delirious. Overcome with passion, Sally lurched toward Wendy pushing her chair back from the table. Sally then quickly shucked Wendy’s blouse and bra while dropping to her knees in front of Wendy. Sally’s hands drifted up under Wendy’s skirt as her mouth clamped over Wendy’s tits. She tugged Wendy’s panties off with ease, pushing the skirt up to her waist. Sally wasted no time bringing her mouth down to sample Wendy’s tasty fluids. It didn’t take long for Wendy to reach her first set of tremors for the evening. A quick image of John, still sipping his brandy, flashed across the screen, before returning to the two girls embraced in a naked sixty-nine atop the table once again. They were thrusting their fingers in and out of the pussy holes as they sucked on each other’s clits. The two continued the lesbian love affair until they were driving three fingers into each other, pushing each of them into orgasmic bliss. They pulled the fingers from the slick holes and sucked them clean as they recovered, both looking at John who simply sat in the chair with a slight smile o his face.

Sarah, who never really enjoyed girl-girl scenes, couldn’t ignore her body’s twitching reaction. Unconsciously, she pulled her two fingers from her cunt and jammed them into her panting mouth. She tasted herself for the first time, surprised by the intoxicating flavorful aphrodisiac. She sucked on the digits, relishing the unique taste as the heavy thick aroma wafted to her nostrils. She felt herself drifting to a new plateau as her pussy cried for more attention. When her two fingers were clean, Sarah whetted a third, and pressed the three slick digits into her now stretched hole. She began thrusting her fingers in and out, occasionally pulling them out to re-sample her womanly secretions as she focused on Wendy once again.

Wendy and John were at a sleazy looking bar. Wendy was wearing what looked like painted on jeans and a black leather vest. The vest was laced on the sides and front, showing lots of white, creamy flesh, and a generous amount of cleavage. There were only a handful of patrons in the bar where Wendy was shooting pool by herself. John was sitting at the bar, sipping his usual drink, watching his wife line up the cue stick with the balls. A rowdy group of bikers then stumbled into the bar for a good time. Seeing the sexily clad beauty at the table, the group surrounded Wendy ogling at her tight body. Wendy flaunted her assets as she maneuvered around the table, still playing. Wendy challenged one of the mouthy guys to a game. He asked, “What’re the stakes?” Wendy threw the rack on the table and countered, “I win, I get your bike for a week.” The bikers all hushed as the stakes were high. “And if I win,” the other asked. “You get me for a week.” All seven bikers hollered and whooped when they heard that. The player responded by pulling the rack off the set balls and said, “Shoot away.”

Wendy broke the rack sinking one ball. She sank another before missing the next shot. The biker gleamed as he ran the table, sinking every shot, leaving just the eight ball for him to shoot. He lined up the shot. “Not only do I get you for the week. I’m gonna have you here and now.” As he said the last word, the cue stick slammed against the cue ball, sending it careening off the bumper; the cue ball nicked the black ball rolling it into the corner pocket. Wendy laid her stick down, “Look’s like I’ve been hustled.” The winner pinned Wendy against the table and undid the knot at the top of her vest, without any opposition. “A bet’s a bet,” she resigned. The burly biker pulled the strings from her vest, and then the vest from her chest as the guys gathered closer to watch the action. Big calloused hands were soon mauling Wendy’s tits before her jeans were peeled from her legs. The biker wasted no preliminaries, pulling his pecker from his ragged jeans, poking it into Wendy’s tight opening. John, meanwhile, continued to watch from the bar, as the bartender stood behind him, amazed at the action taking place. Wendy was moaning with excitement, when suddenly more hands began fondling her body. Someone then climbed atop the table to feed his cock into Wendy’s gaping mouth, while her hands were pulled to grip stiff cocks on either side of her. There were hands on her tits, and one on her clit, driving her wild with lust as her body responded to the multitude of stimulus being applied. During the entire period, Wendy managed to fuck and suck every one of the seven guys, even letting a few stick their cocks up her ass.

Sarah was cumming violently as her body thrashed about on the sofa. Her three fingers pumped with ease in and out of her stretched opening, tickling her insides as her other hand massaged her clit. Sarah bucked and writhed as her body exploded in an intense self-induced orgasm. As she subsided from her escapade, she caught the ending, watching Wendy lying on the pool table with seven well hung cocks being jerked off all around her. One by one, each cock erupted, coating her from head to toe in glorious fuck juice. The scene changed to Wendy putting her jeans back on along with the pool player’s biker jacket, over her naked top. Her hair still matted with cum, Wendy bent down to pick up her vest. She threw it to John, still sitting at the bar, saying, “See you next week.” The credits began rolling as she walked out the door with the seven bikers behind her, all loading up onto their bikes. Wendy was rubbing her driver’s crotch as they rode off down the road.

Mark, meanwhile, was grateful for the added footage, feeling his cock stiffen once again.