Something doesn't feel right...

As your tongue works deeper into her slick folds, scooping out the last remnants of his thick load with broad, eager laps, that faint prickle stirs at the edges of your mind, a whisper of unease, like a shadow flitting just out of reach. Something's off, a vague itch that tugs at the foggy corners of your thoughts, but the bimbo haze swirls thicker, drowning it in pink-tinted bliss and the overwhelming urge to please. Your brain buzzes like static, words forming and dissolving before you can grasp them, leaving you whimpering softly against her clit instead of speaking.

Your wife senses the hesitation, her fingers tightening in your hair to hold you firm, grinding your mouth harder against her swollen pussy. 'What's the matter, Sindi? Don't stop now, you're doing so good, slurping up every drop like the cum-hungry slut you were made to be.' She laughs breathlessly, her thighs quivering around your ears as fresh arousal leaks onto your chin, mixing with the salty remnants. The black man chuckles low from his perch, his hand pumping his thickening cock slowly, the veined length already swelling back to full hardness, pre-cum beading at the tip.

You pull back just a fraction, lips shiny and parted, a string of their combined fluids stretching from your tongue to her entrance. 'M-Mommy... I... um...' The words tumble out in a bubbly slur, high-pitched and vacant, the concern slipping away like smoke as your eyes glaze over. Your body betrays you, hips rocking needily against the sheets, pussy aching with that constant, empty throb that demands filling. The thought, whatever it was, fades under the weight of her commanding stare and the scent of sex filling your nostrils.

She smirks, reaching down to smear her fingers through the mess on your face before shoving them into your mouth. 'Shh, no thinking, baby girl. Bimbos don't worry about silly things. Just open wide and let me see that pretty tongue again.' Obediently, you suck on her digits, cleaning them with hollowed cheeks, the unease buried deep as she guides your head back down. The man shifts closer, his heavy balls brushing your shoulder as he positions himself, cock twitching in anticipation. 'Damn, she's trained good,' he mutters, voice rough with lust. 'Bet that mouth feels even better than her pussy.'

Your wife's eyes light up with mischief, her free hand stroking his shaft lazily. 'Oh, it does. Why don't you find out while she finishes me off? Sindi, be a dear and give our guest some attention too, show him how grateful you are for sharing Mommy's holes.' The command sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between your legs, your resistance crumbling entirely as you lean toward him, mouth watering for the taste of his skin, the niggling doubt lost in the haze of submission.