You get fingered

You're so focused on the scene in front of you, you barely notice Jack's hand stroke down your back. You're too busy watching your wife be feverishly pounded at both ends to feel his hand grip onto your ass cheek. You're so surprisingly intrigued by the sight of Emily's face seemingly giving a look of pure bliss, you don't even react as a finger slips itself inside of you. It's not until he slightly hooks his finger, right around the same moment that Cooper and Bandit guide Emily down onto her back, all while managing to remain inside of her, that you feel the intensity of his touch.

"UHHH!" Slips out of your mouth as he rubs the tip of his finger against your insides.

"Now I know you're new to this." Jack says as he slides a bit closer to you allowing his finger to move in deeper. "Cat boys here are never as tight as you."

His words mean nothing in this moment as your head is dizzied by not only his act, but the ever increasing pain in your crotch as your cock desperately attempts to escape.

At this point, Emily is completely on her back, legs and arm held straight up in the air as the two burrow down into her. Even from this distance, you can see the sweat pouring off of her as her body trembles.

You feel yourself backing up, moving in closer to Jacks hand. As if you're loosing control of your body your lower half twitches the the rhythm of his finger. The feeling vibrates through you, tiny sparks of pleasure attempting to overcome the pain.

"Do you like that?" Jack says. You don't look at him, but you can hear a smile in his voice.

You nod.

You feel your body go into a panic as he suddenly pauses, holding his finger in place.

"That's not how a cat would answer that question." He says. His voice is light and calm, yet you get a hint of his seriousness.

The first sound that hits your mind is the only thing you can think of as acceptable in this moment, you press your lips lightly together as you make a soft yet gargled tone from your throat. It's not as clear or alluring as the cat you heard it from earlier but it is still a defined, **** purr.

"Good kitty." He says, clearly pleased with your response.

You wait for him to begin stroking his finger once again but to your dismay he doesn't. Instead, you feel it sliding back until it's fully out of you.

The feeling a agonizing as you body aches for his return. You look at him pained and confused.

"Don't worry." He says holding back a laugh. "Does my little kitty want even more?"

You watch intently as he brings his hand back and in front of himself. He uses the fingers that were just moments ago itching a scratch you never knew you desperately needed, to pull down the zipper of his pants. Your eyes can't help but stare as they are soon greeted with a rather large, thick, veiny, cock.

"Here kitty kitty!" He says with a smile.