I am Loaded with SEXY!
My Wife Has Been Dicknotized
And it’s all my fault.
If you missed part one it’s loaded with sexy scenes:
They Rented Our House During The Pandemic
My wife was not thrilled when I sublet our beach house to a porn company.
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I woke early. It was pretty difficult to sleep after everything I’d seen yesterday. My wife had been less than impressed to discover I’d let out our beach house to an adult film company.
Of course, I’d been more surprised than she was when I came back to find her riding the male talent on our lounge. Johnny had taken his sweet time and given my wife Kimberly three exquisite orgasms. I’d watched each from the window. A helpless cuckold in my own beach house.
I was jealous, and horny and didn’t know what to think. I’d never seen my wife like this. I’d come to see Milly Melons have sex in the flesh. Instead I’d watched Johnny turn my wife into a multi-orgasmic sex machine.
Or had she always been this way?
And Milly still hadn’t shown up. I’d had to sleep in the guest room. Kimberly was apparently still upset about what I’d done. Perhaps she was ashamed about she’d done. I’d been up most of the night thinking about it. Of course listening to the headboard smash into the wall in our guest room didn’t help matters.
Johnny was relentless and even after his sexcapades with my wife, he still had enough energy to seduce whoever had wandered in there with him. Perhaps Natasha’s fluffing extended to after-hours activity.
Reaching the kitchen for breakfast I found a note from my wife.
Gone for a walk. I want every trace of those people gone from our house.
I stared at the note. Every trace, huh. Did that include the couch she and Johnny had made a mess of yesterday? I wasn’t buying it for a minute. She was being indignant while she was the one test-driving the porn star that was staying in our summer house.
Scrunching up the note, I tossed it in the trash. There was no sign of Johnny or the film crew. That was the first warning sign. Was I really to believe Kimberly had thrown them out? Or was the fact they were both missing a sign that I had been cuckolded before breakfast?
I headed for the beach, and sent a message as I went. As far as I was concerned there was at least one person that bore some of the blame for this. Milly Melons and her late ass. If she’d been here when she was meant to, I’d have seen my dreams happen live, and my innocent wife would have never fallen prey to big-dick Johnny and his immense member.
Racing for the beach, I moved as fast as my feet could carry me. What was Kimberly playing at? What would I say if I found my wife wandering along the waterfront? Worse yet, what would I say if I found her with Johnny again?
Would I sit and watch like I had yesterday? I mean the sight of them going at it was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Would I say something? Or would I just find myself stroking again, like I had yesterday?
I wandered along the beach, anxiously searching for Kimberly, but she was nowhere to be found. That’s when my attention was drawn to the rocky promontory at the end of the beach.
It was a little more secluded, with the rocky outcropping blocking the view from the rest of the beach. Kimberly and I had often joked about the mischief we could get up to there. We’d never acted on it; I’d never thought Kimberly would actually go for it.
But as I raced down the beach, and saw a few people clustered on top of the promontory, I started to panic.
Reaching the rocks, I scrambled up them. I couldn’t help but notice that the small group were all young guys in their twenties. Four of them standing on rocky outcropping staring down at the secluded beach beyond.
“Can you believe it, Johnny here on our beach?” The first pointed.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Lucky bastard. Look at her. Who is she?” added another.
“I don’t know, but look at that,” the young man was in awe. “That’s some skill right there.”
“Take her tits out, Johnny,” the first called. “Look at that rack.”
“Seems a waste to hide them,” another added.
I raced up to them, my heart pounding as my mind imagined what they were already seeing.
As my shoes slapped against the rocks one of the men turned. Smiling at me he pointed beyond the rocks. “Check it out man, it’s our lucky day.”
I looked down at the private patch of sand hidden by the rocky outcropping. There on the beach, facing the lapping waves, was my wife, Kimberly.
She was wearing the skimpiest bikini I’d ever seen. Its tiny red triangles barely covered her nipples. She was on her hands and knees, a fistful of hair wrapped around Johnny’s hand as she thrust back against him.
Her red thong was yanked roughly to the side, and Johnny was taking her hard and fast. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass carried up to where we stood.
Off to the other side of them, the camera crew was capturing everything on film. My wife was fucking another man, and doing it on film.
What was she thinking? I took in her closed eyes, the blissful smile and realized she wasn’t thinking at all. She was just taking everything Johnny had to give.
Her large breasts bounced in time with her movements. I had to agree with my fellow voyeurs. The view from the side was spectacular. Probably a good thing too. My wife seemed either unaware of the presence of the other men, or she simply didn’t care.
Kimberly was already showing side boob for days, and her bare ass was glistening in the sun. Had they covered her in coconut oil?
Johnny was clearly a crowd pleaser though. He reached down and pulled the string on Kimberly’s flimsy bikini and it dropped into the sand. Kimberly’s breasts swung wildly, her hard nipples evidence of her intense arousal.
“Yeah!” one of the men shouted. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
I wanted to intervene, but Kimberly was clearly right where she wanted to be. The fact she seemed totally content for strange men to watch her please Johnny surprised me most of all.
I guess, if they were filming her, these wouldn’t be the last men to witness my wife in all her naked glory being used as Johnny’s latest conquest.
“That’s it,” Kimberly cried out. “Give me that big dick.”
Where had this come from, I wondered. Had she always been like this? She’d never spoken dirty like that with me.
“I don’t think I can hold it,” one of the men muttered. With no shame at all, he dropped his pants and started stroking his already hard cock.
Encouraged by their bold friend, the others followed suit. Rather than be the odd one out, I took mine out too. It was a surreal experience. All of us sitting there, watching Johnny rail my wife.
“She’s a beauty, isn’t she,” one of the guys called. “This one is going in the spank bank for life.”
“Johnny is a machine,” added another. “Though I can’t blame him. I’d make the most of it too. Wonder where they found her. I haven’t seen her in anything, have you?”
“Nah, definitely new to the scene,” his mate responded. “But she’s a natural. Can’t wait to see more of her work.”
My cock throbbed. More scenes? Surely not. It was one thing for my wife to be seduced by our well-hung guest. Another to consider a career change.
Johnny pulled my wife back against him, her back flat against his chest as he gripped her incredible chest tight. One hand on each of her ample breasts as he took her hard and fast.
“That’s it baby, take it,” Johnny grunted.
How did he last this long, I wondered. My wife’s warm sex would have broken my resolve minutes ago.
“It’s too much,” Kimberly cried. “I’m coming.”
“That’s my good little slut,” Johnny laughed. “Come for me while your hubby does the dishes at home.”
So it was a conscious choice on their part. She’d intentionally tried to keep me busy at home while they snuck out to have their fun.
Kimberly shook as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
“So big, so good,” she mumbled, utterly enthralled with the massive weapon inside her.
“A body this good is wasted on marriage,” Johnny groaned as he used my wife.
“Take me,” she pleaded. “I’m yours. Use me, baby.”
“Oh yeah,” Johnny panted. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Johnny. Yours!” my wife groaned. “That’s it, Johnny, fill me up. Please!”
My wife’s primal plea filled the beach and from the look on his face, Johnny was giving her exactly what she asked for.
The voyeur gallery must have thought she was talking to them, because one after another they shot their load all over the rocks. Unable to resist my own orgasm I grunted in frustration as I shot my wad to the sight of Johnny seeding my wife’s eager sex.
Johnny let go of my wife, and she folded her arms in the sand, and rested her head on them, her perky ass still raised high in the air. The last thing I saw before turning to head for home was the sight of Johnny’s seed running down her leg.
As I raced back to the house, I decided it was time to get even.
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