Slippery Slope (bi:swingers, 1459 words)

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The sensation hit like lightning—tight, velvety walls gripping me inch by inch, sucking me in with wet heat. She moaned loud, a guttural sound that echoed in the room, her head thrown back as she bottomed out, my cock buried to the hilt in her married cunt.

James stepped over me, his now fully hard dick hovering inches from my face, the musky scent of him filling my nostrils. "Open up," he commanded, voice deep and authoritative. I'd never done this, never even thought about doing it, but the feel of Denisha's pussy clenching around me drowned out everything. I parted my lips, and he lowered himself, sliding his thick head past my teeth. Salty, warm, pulsing on my tongue. I sucked instinctively, awkward at first, but the rhythm came as Denisha started riding me slow and deep, her hips grinding in circles.

"Suck my husband's big Black dick," she gasped, bouncing now, her small tits swaying around with each movement. "Show us how bad you want this pussy." I groaned around James's shaft, the vibration making him thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Gagging slightly, but I took it, focused on the vice-like grip of Denisha's cunt milking me, her juices flowing down my balls. We built a frantic pace—her riding hard, pussy squelching obscenely; me slurping as he slid in and out of my mouth, his grunts mixing with her cries.

"Bedroom," she panted after what felt like an eternity of bliss. "I need more room to fuck properly."

She rose off me with a wet pop, my cock slapping slick against my stomach, shining with her juices. James pulled out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us. We stumbled to the bedroom, cocks bobbing, her ass leading the way.

James flopped onto the bed on his back, dick standing proud. Denisha crawled over him in doggy, ass high, presenting her dripping pussy to me. She engulfed James's cock in one swallow, throat working him deep as I knelt behind her. One thrust, and I was home—sliding balls-deep into that soaked, familiar heat. I gripped her hips, slamming in fast and hard, her ass cheeks rippling like waves with every impact, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.

My eyes met James's over her back. He smirked, thrusting up into her mouth. "Use my wife's pussy, man. Pound it. Fill her up with every drop of that white cum." The words fueled me—I fucked her like a beast, hips pistoning, her muffled moans vibrating around his dick. Sweat slicked our bodies; her pussy fluttered, squeezing me tighter.

"I’m going to cum," I growled, balls tightening.

She popped off James, looking back with wild eyes, face flushed. "Fill me up," she grunted, pushing back against me. "So my husband can clean your load out of my sloppy pussy."

That did it. The filthy kink exploded in my brain—I roared, burying deep and unleashing. Rope after thick rope of hot cum flooded her, painting her walls, overflowing as I pulsed endlessly inside her.

I slipped out, spent and shaking, cum dribbling from her gaping pussy. Denisha scrambled up James's body, straddling his face. "Eat it, baby," she demanded, grinding down. She bore down, pushing my load into his waiting mouth—thick white strands coating his tongue. He dove in like a starving man, lapping greedily, his thick tongue delving deep into her cum-filled hole, slurping noises obscene and intoxicating. His cock stayed diamond-hard, throbbing untouched.

Denisha rode his face to shuddering orgasm, then slid down, impaling herself on him. She fucked him reverse cowgirl, pussy squishing as her juices gushed out of her, until he bellowed and pumped his own load into her.

Panting, she collapsed back, legs spread wide, their mixed creampie oozing out. "Your turn," she said breathlessly. "Taste us."

Even knowing his cum was in there—fresh and thick—I dove in. My tongue plunged into the messy warmth, scooping up the salty-bitter mix of our seed and her tangy juices. I ate her ravenously, sucking her clit, fingering the overflow, until she came again on my face.

We lay there after, bodies entangled, chatting lazily about nothing and everything—the thrill, the surprise, the plans for next time. As I dressed for my next job, cock still half-hard, we exchanged numbers. This wasn't a one-off. Not by a long shot.

To Be Continued?

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Justfunsex writes Sat 30 May 2026 13:01:

Mike, this is a hot tale, but it could be so much better with more vivid detail. You did a pretty good job of letting thr reader see what you saw, but great sex is so much more than visual. Make the reader feel your emotions as another man's cock presses to your lips the first time. Assault our minds with the eroticism of registering the softness of his flesh wrapped around his thick, hard shaft, the feel of the flared head against your tongue for the very first time....the smell and taste of her sweet pussy....how his cum smelled and tasted mingled with her sweet nectar. Hope to read more soon

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