Afa walked over from the side, her naked body catching the club lights as she slid up behind Emily's husband. She grazed her fingers over his shoulder, teasing him slow, then dropped her hand lower, rubbing his dick through his jeans.
The bulge was obvious, straining hard against the denim.
"Poor husband's got so hard…" she teased, her voice dripping with mock pity as she pressed her palm against him. "Watching your wife get fucked by some stranger—must be tough."
He shifted in the chair, his breath catching, but didn't pull away. Afa leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she traced a finger along his cheek, her tone turning seductive. "Don't hold yourself back, husband… we're all adults here," she purred, her touch light but deliberate. "No need to play shy."
"Jesus…" he muttered, his voice low and rough, his eyes still glued to Emily writhing. Afa smirked, her fingers moving to his zipper, sliding it down slow and smooth. She tugged his jeans open, pulling out his rock-hard dick, thick and pulsing in her hand. It sprang free, twitching as the cool air hit it.
"You should enjoy yourself too—with your wife," Afa said, her grin wicked as she grabbed his hand and guided it to his own dick, wrapping his fingers around it. "Have a nice time," she added, stepping back with a giggle, leaving him there to figure it out.
He gulped hard, his throat bobbing as he stared at Emily, her moans filling the air while I worked her over. His hand stayed on his dick, hesitant at first, tracing slow as Afa watched from the side, giggling softly to herself.
Meanwhile, I was buried between Emily's legs, my face pressed tight against her pussy as I finger-fucked her, my fingers sliding in and out of her slick hole while my lips sucked hard on her clit.
"Ahhh… fuck… ahhh…" she moaned, her voice climbing higher. "I want that mouth to suck me every day… ahh…" Her thighs tightened around my head, trembling as she got closer, trying to lock me in place.
"Keep moaning like that, babe," I mumbled against her pussy, my voice muffled as I thrust my fingers faster, grazing her G-spot while my tongue flicked her clit.
Her pussy was dripping, soaking my chin, and I could feel her walls clenching, ready to snap.
And then it hit. "Arghhhhhh… I am cumming… ahhhh…" she screamed, her body arching back hard, spine bowing off the bed as her climax tore through her.
Her hand shot down, grabbing my head, holding me tight against her as she rode it out, grinding her pussy on my face. A gush of her cum spilled over me, hot and wet, coating my lips and dripping down my jaw as she bucked her hips, chasing every last shudder.
"Fuck, you're a mess," I grinned, pulling back just enough to catch my breath, licking my lips as her juices glistened on my face.
She panted, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded as she slumped back, still twitching. "So… good…" she gasped, her hand loosening in my hair but not letting go completely.
Across from us, her husband's hand moved faster now, tracing his fingers over his hardened dick, his grip tightening as he watched her cum. His jaw clenched, a twisted mix of heat and tension on his face as he stroked himself, caught up in the sight of his wife unraveling at my mercy.
Emily's grip on my head finally loosened, her fingers slipping free as she slumped back against the couch-bed, spent. I pulled back, exhaling heavily against her pussy, my breath hot and ragged over her slick skin.
"Ahhhhh… you came so much, babe," I said, pressing one last kiss to her swollen, dripping hole, tasting the mess she'd left behind.
"You made me, Austin…" she replied, her voice breathy but playful as she sat up, propping herself on her hands. Her dark hair was wild, sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her cheeks were flushed pink, glowing in the dim club lights.
I lifted my face to meet hers, and we locked eyes, sharing a slow, easy smile, like we'd just conquered something together.
I tilted my head, glancing over at her husband sitting a few feet away. His hand was still on his dick, tracing slow over it, his strokes deliberate as he watched us.
"Seems like your husband's enjoying himself too," I said, smirking as I nodded toward him, catching the faint glisten of sweat on his brow.
Emily giggled, her eyes flicking to him before bouncing back to me, teasing. "I told you, right? He will… kind of pathetic, isn't he? Hehe…" She shot her husband a playful look, her lips curling into a smirk, then turned back to me, her gaze sharpening with heat. "But no worries—I've got you."
"Yeah, you do," I grinned, leaning in as she surged forward, cupping my cheeks with both hands. She pulled me into a heated kiss, her lips crashing into mine, all fire and need.
Her tongue flicked against mine, and her hands started roaming, sliding down my chest, over my abs, until her fingers brushed my dick, still hard and twitching from everything.
She broke the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips, "My husband's enjoying his dick… let me give you the feel too." Her voice was low, sultry, as she kissed my neck, her lips soft and wet, then trailed lower, smooching my chest, leaving a warm path down my skin. I sat up, spreading my legs wide, my dick standing straight and proud, pointing right at her husband across from us. Googlᴇ search NovelHub(.)net
"Take your time, babe," I said, smirking as I leaned back on my hands, watching her work. She kissed my navel, her tongue darting out to tease the skin there, then moved lower, her eyes flicking up to her husband. She flashed him a sultry smile, bold and taunting, before pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the tip of my dick—like she wanted him to feel every second of it.
He gulped again. Emily smirked against me, her hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking me slow and firm, making a show of it.
"Ahhh…" I moaned slightly, the sound slipping out as her touch sent a spark up my spine, her fingers tight and teasing.