Chapter 5: Sarah and Meghan Get Involved
My name is Sarah and my husband's name is Ethan. I thought I knew my husband quite well but that illusion has been shattered; I just watched a live feed from the hidden cameras in our apartment and saw my husband - wearing stockings and high heels that are prettier than any shoes I have - get fucked multiple times by Meghan's husband. Ethan wants to be a wife to Ben and wants to have babies with him. I am appalled, and surprised but immensely turned on. Meghan is hugely turned on too. The two of us jammed our hands into our cunts and "jilled off" in other words masturbated, while we watched our husbands have sex. Meghan and I came multiple times, but ...I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's rewind a bit.
Meghan and I are huddled together on the hotel bed, our eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. The hidden cameras in Ethan's apartment are streaming live footage of our husbands' illicit encounter. Watching them together is arousing, humiliating, and confusing all at the same time. But despite the swirling emotions, one thing is certain – we're both soaked.
"God, he's so...dominant," Meghan murmurs, her eyes glued to the screen as Ben takes control, pinning Ethan to the couch and thrusting into him with brutal force.
She watches as Ethan's face contorts with pain and pleasure, his body tense and trembling with each powerful strike.
I can't help but squirm beside her, my hand already between my legs, rubbing against my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. I watch as Ethan's body relaxes into the rhythm, his hips meeting Ben's thrusts as they fuck like they've done it a million times before.
"Fuck, look at him take that cock," Meghan whispers, her voice thick with arousal.
She shifts beside me, her hand sliding down to her pussy, rubbing herself through her pants. I swallow hard, my own hand still pressing against my clit, my body aching with desire.
On the screen, Ben grabs Ethan's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pounds into him with brutal force. Ethan's body tenses, his knuckles white as he grips the couch armrest. "Fuck, Ben. It hurts," Ethan gasps, his voice ragged with pain and pleasure.
"But it feels so fucking good, Ben."
"That's right, baby," Ben grunts, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming deep into Ethan's ass with such force that Ethan feels like he's being split in two. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to take my big cock deep in your ass."
Meghan and I watch, transfixed, as Ethan's body trembles with each brutal thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by Ethan's moans and whimpers of pleasure.
I can't tear my eyes away from the screen as I watch Ben dominate my husband, his cock disappearing and reappearing between Ethan's ass cheeks. I can see the glistening trail of their combined juices coating Ben's cock, the sight sending a fresh wave of heat between my legs.
Meghan shifts beside me, her hand working furiously between her thighs, her breath coming in short gasps. She catches me watching her and smiles, her voice thick with arousal. "Do you like what you see, Sarah?"
I nod, my own hand still working between my legs, my clit throbbing with desire.
I can't believe I'm admitting this, but... "Yes, I do. I can't believe how fucking hot he looks like that," I confess, my eyes glued to the screen as Ben fucks my husband's ass with brutal force.
Meghan chuckles, her hand moving faster between her thighs. "I know, right? I never thought I'd see my husband like this, but...shit, Sarah, it's fucking hot."
We watch in silence for a moment, our hands working furiously between our legs as we take in the raw, primal scene unfolding before us.
I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I rub my clit harder, faster. I glance over at Meghan, her eyes glued to the screen, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
"You're super turned on, aren't you?" I whisper, my voice ragged with desire.
Meghan moans in response, her hand moving even faster between her thighs. "Yes, I am. I can't believe how much I want to see Ben...fucking...Ethan. I want to see Ethan take that huge cock like a good little wife."
I gasp, her words sending a fresh wave of heat between my legs.
"You're fucking filthy, Meghan," I whisper, my hips bucking against my own hand as I watch Ben fuck Ethan on the screen. Meghan replies: "I can't believe how much I want to see him...fuck...your husband like that."
Meghan groans, her head falling back against the headboard as she watches the scene unfold. "I know, Sarah. It's so wrong, but it feels so fucking right. I want to see Ben claim Ethan as his own, make him his little wifey like he is.
I want to see him fill Ethan's womb with his seed and knock him up. " The thought sends a fresh wave of heat between my legs, and I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I rub my clit harder, faster.
On the screen, Ben has pulled out of Ethan's ass and is now lining up his cock to re-enter. He cools down for a bit, takes a quick gulp of beer...Ethan is on his hands and knees, his stocking-clad legs spread wide, his high heels pushing his feet farther apart. He looks back at Ben, his eyes filled with love and submission.
"Please, Ben," Ethan begs. "Please fuck my pussy.
Please fill me up, Ben," Ethan pleads, his voice thick with desire and submission. Ben smirks, positioning the head of his cock at Ethan's entrance. "With pleasure, wifey," he growls, his voice dark with lust. He thrusts forward, burying his cock deep in Ethan's tight, wet cunt.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Ben groans, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming deep into Ethan's pussy. Ethan gasps, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as Ben's thick cock fills him completely.
Ben wastes no time, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into Ethan's tight, wet pussy with brutal force. Ethan's whimpers of pleasure fill the room, his body tensing and relaxing with each powerful thrust.
"Jesus, Ethan," Ben growls, his voice thick with lust. "Your cunt feels so fucking good. So hot and tight." He leans over Ethan, his body covering Ethan's back, his lips finding Ethan's ear. "You're mine, Ethan. All mine," he whispers, his voice dark and possessive.
In our hotel room Meghan and I have both cum - and cum hard but we are nowhere near satiated. "Um Sarah...?" Meghan hesitantly asks. "Would you mind - I mean - how would you feel you know.,.,if I...?" "What...Meghan..?" Meghan blushed a tiny bit and hesitantly whispered: "You know...fuck you? Like - scissor you?" Now it was my turn to blush, deep red. "You want my pussy?" I asked Meghan. She nods. "Let's do this, the way our husbands are!" I giggled a bit but then quietly said: "I've always kind of wanted you Meghan..." I turned to face her: "Please fuck me darling Meghan...?" Meghan kisses me passionately for several minutes then whispers to me:"Give me your cunt Sarah. I want you naked; your cunt smashed up against mine." Meghan's voice is a low growl, her eyes dark with desire. I shiver at her words, my body aching with need and anticipation. I stand on shaky legs, my heart pounding in my chest as I slowly strip off my clothes. Meghan watches me intently, her eyes roaming over my naked body, her hunger palpable.
Once I'm completely naked, I stand before her, my body trembling with desire and apprehension. Meghan reaches out, her hand cupping my breast, her thumb brushing over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. "I want sex, Meghan" I say huskily. "Fuck me Meghan!" I repeat. Fuck me, Meghan. I want you to fuck me hard and deep."
Meghan's eyes darken with lust, her voice a low growl as she responds, " Turn around, Sarah. I want to see that ass while I fuck you."
I do as she commands, my heart pounding with anticipation. I bend over the bed, presenting my ass to her, my pussy already dripping with desire.
Meghan runs her hands up my thighs, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She spreads my cheeks, her fingers brushing against my puckered hole.
A shudder runs through me at the contact, and I hear Meghan's breath hitch. "You're so fucking sexy, Sarah," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. She trails her fingers down between my legs, her touch light and teasing as she traces the seam of my pussy. I moan, my hips pushing back against her, seeking more contact.
"You're so wet, Sarah," Meghan purrs, her fingers delving into my slick folds. She circles my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moan again, my hips bucking against her hand. "Please, Meghan.
Don't tease me," I beg, my voice thick with desperation. "Fuck me. Scissor me!"
Her fingers slip inside me, two of them, curling up and hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. I cry out, my body tensing as pleasure floods through me. Meghan's free hand grips my hip, her fingers digging into my flesh as she begins to pump her fingers in and out of me, fucking me with slow, deliberate thrusts.
Her palm presses against my clit with each stroke, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I moan, my hips moving in time with her thrusts, my body aching for more.
"You like that, don't you, Sarah?" Meghan purrs, her voice thick with lust. "You want more of my fingers inside you, don't you?"
I nod, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Meghan. Please."
Meghan adds a third finger, stretching me wider, filling me to the brim.
I gasp, my body trembling as I adjust to the intrusion. "That's it, Sarah. Take all of it," Meghan growls, her fingers moving faster, pumping in and out of me. I moan, my hips moving with her rhythm, my body aching for more. "But I want more, Meghan. I want your pussy," I beg. Meghan groans, her fingers stilling for a moment before slowly withdrawing from me. I feel empty, my body craving more. But my reprieve is short-lived, as Meghan positions herself so that her hairy snatch is pressed up against mine. I can feel the lips of her twat meshing up against the open gash between my legs. "Oh my god! Meghan ! You're going to fuck me!" She laughs and says:: "That's what our husbands are doing right now, why shouldn't we?" I glance over at her laptop screen and see Ethan begin Ben to fuck his hard and deep. I was so turned on that the minute Meghan began rubbing her pussy against mine I came - loud and strong. "Meghan! Meghan! I'm...I'm...I'm....cumming!!!" I shouted. I[m positive that half the hotel heard us but I didn't care. Almost simultaneously I heard my husband scream out "I love you Ben! I love you! I'm cumming!" As his watery spooge dribbled out of his tiny dicklet, my pussy was gushing against Meghan's snatch. Both my husband and I achieving our orgasms by our friends. I was in heaven - I had never realized that I was into girls but here I was - falling in love with this sexy blonde who had just used her cunt to send me into orgasmic paradise. I was on my knees now, facing Meghan who was still standing. I looked up at her, my eyes filled with love and desire. She was looking back at me, her eyes soft and loving. She reached down and stroked my face, her touch gentle and loving.
"I love you Sarah," she whispered.
"I love you too, Meghan," I replied, my voice filled with emotion.
Meghan reached down and grabbed my chin, pulling my face up to hers. She kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth, her teeth nibbling on my lower lip. I moaned into the kiss, my body pressing against hers.
I felt her hands roam over my body, her fingers digging into my flesh as she gripped my hips, pulling my body against hers. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my own, the slickness of her arousal coating my thighs. I was dripping wet, my body aching for more.
Meghan broke the kiss, her breath ragged and hot against my face. "I want to taste you, Sarah," she growled, her hands gripping my ass, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around her waist, my pussy pressing against her belly.
Meghan carried me to the bed, her hands Still gripping my ass, and laid me down gently. She stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes roaming over my body, her breath coming in short gasps.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Sarah," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you."
Meghan spread my legs wide, her fingers tracing the seam of my pussy. I shuddered beneath her touch, my body aching for more.
"Please, Meghan," I begged, my voice ragged with need. "Don't make me wait any longer.
I need your tongue in my pussy right now, Meghan," I groaned, my hips bucking impatiently. Meghan chuckled, a low, lustful sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Patience, darling. I want to savor you, taste every inch of you," she murmured, her fingers spreading my pussy lips wide. I gasped as the cool air hit my exposed flesh, my clit throbbing with need.
Meghan leaned in, her breath hot on my skin as she descended upon my pussy. She licked a long, slow stripe up my slit, her tongue flat and firm, ending with a flick against my clit.
I moaned, my hips bucking off the bed, seeking more of that exquisite friction. Meghan didn't disappoint, her tongue swirling around my clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body.
"Fuck, Meghan, your tongue is like magic," I panted, my hands fisting in the sheets as I fought to keep still.
Meghan chuckled, the vibration sending more pleasure through me. "You like that, don't you?" she purred, her voice muffled against my pussy.
"I've been dying to taste you, Sarah. Your pussy is so fucking sweet, I could eat it all day."
I moaned, my hips squirming beneath her, my body on fire with desire. Meghan wasted no time, her tongue delving deep into my slit, fucking me with long, languid strokes. She sucked and licked, her tongue dancing over every inch of my pussy, driving me wild with pleasure.
"Fuck, Meghan, right there," I gasped, my hips bucking against her face as she found that perfect spot on my clit.
She moaned in response, her tongue working me like a pro, her fingers digging into my thighs, holding me open for her.
"You're so fucking wet, Sarah," Meghan mumbled against my pussy, her voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. "I can't get enough of your taste." She lapped at me like a cat, her tongue licking every inch of my pussy, from my entrance to the top of my slit, not missing a single spot.
I was writhing on the bed, my body trembling with desire, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, Meghan," I begged, my voice thick with need.
I need your tongue in my pussy right now, Meghan."
Meghan chuckles, a low, lustful sound that sends shivers down my spine. I want to savor you, taste every inch of you." She spreads my pussy lips wide with her fingers, her eyes roaming over my most intimate place. I shiver at her intense gaze, my body aching with need.
"Fuck, Sarah, you're so goddamn beautiful," Meghan murmured, her voice thick with lust. Meghan climbed on top of me and started kissing while rubbing our nipples together. The friction was exquisite and I could feel my next orgasm beginning. On the screen our husbands had moved into the bedroom. My husband was sucking Meghan's husband's penis and Ben was moaning in ecstasy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing – my husband, who I thought I knew everything about, was on his knees, the man's cock stuffed down his throat. He was deepthroating Ben so well, his nose was buried in Ben's pubic hair.
My eyes widened as I watched Ethan bob his head up and down, his saliva coating Ben's cock, making it glisten under the dim light of the hotel room. Ben's hips thrust forward, fucking Ethan's face with wild abandon.
"Fuck, yeah, Ethan!" Ben growled, his hands gripping Ethan's head, forcing him to take it all.
"That's right, baby. Take my cock down your throat. Show me what a good little wifey you are."
Ethan gagged, his eyes watering from the forceful penetration, but he took it, took every inch of Ben's thick cock down his throat. He looked up at Ben through tear-filled eyes, his mascara running, his makeup smearing. He thought he looked ridiculous, but Ben's face was a picture of pure ecstasy.
"Fuck, Ethan, you're incredible," Ben groaned, his hips thrusting harder, fucking Ethan's face with brutal force. "You were made for this, weren't you?"
Meghan positioned her cunt above my face and I understood that 69 was next on the menu. I lapped and sucked at Meghan's cunt like my life depended on it and my reward was Meghan screaming out: "I'm cumming my darling!" just at the same moment that her husband shouted the exact same words as he shot his thick wad of jizz into my husband's rectum.
Meghan and I lay in each other's arms and whispered our love to each other. "I want to be your husband darling" Meghan said to me. "I want to be your wife, your lover, your princess..." I whispered into Meghan's ear. On the screen Ethan was wrapped in Ben's arms whispering too him: "Please make me your wife, Ben..?" I can't believe I heard my husband say those words. I'm frozen, staring at the screen as Ethan looks up at Ben, his eyes filled with tears, but also with love and longing.
"Please, Ben," Ethan begs again, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Make me your wife. Fill me with your seed. Make me yours completely."
Ben's eyes soften as he looks down at Ethan, his hand cupping Ethan's cheek. "You're already mine, baby," Ben murmurs. "Every inch of you.
I want every part of you to be mine," Ben continues, his voice a loving moan. Ethan nods, tears streaming down his face as he looks up at Ben with so much love.
On the bed, Meghan and I are still entwined, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync. We're both panting, trying to catch our breath after the intense session of scissoring and 69-ing. I can still feel the taste of Meghan on my lips, the scent of her arousal lingering in my nostrils.
"Meghan," I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Something tells me we're all going to get married again...just ...this time to each other's spouses!" Meghan and I laughed and kissed. "When should we tell them?" I ask Meghan, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip as we lie entwined in the hotel bed, the screen of her laptop still showing our husbands.
Meghan hums softly, her breath warm against my neck. "I don't know, Sarah. It's not like we can spring it on them out of the blue. They're not going to be too happy about it."
I sigh and nod in agreement. "You're right. But we can't keep this a secret forever. We need to talk to them soon."
Meghan lifts her head to look at me, her eyes soft and serious.
"We'll tell them tomorrow. After we've all talked, we'll figure out what to do next. But for now..." she trails off, her gaze dropping to my naked body.
I feel a shiver of anticipation run through me at the look she's giving me. I spread my legs wider, inviting her in. "For now, what, Meghan?" I ask, my voice husky with desire.
Meghan smiles, a wicked, sexy smile that sends a jolt of heat straight to my clit. "For now," she repeats, her voice thick with lust, "we fuck. Hard and dirty."