Chapter 4: Climax
Sara's mind was a swirling vortex of emotions as she lay on the couch, the image of Jacob's cock disappearing into her wet pussy burned into her mind. She felt a mixture of shame and exhilaration, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She looked at John, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief, his cock still in his hand, his hips still thrusting forward.
Sara could see the shame and hurt in his gaze and didn’t mean to have such a good time, but it was too late. The moment had already begun. Watch me fuck your wife," Jacob grunted, his voice deep and husky, and he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Sara moaned as she felt him fill her up, her legs spreading wider to accommodate him. She could feel him pushing against her deepest parts, reaching places only he could ever reach, and she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.
Sara was overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock deep inside her, but at the same time, she had never felt so alive.
Jacob's hands gripped Sara's hips with an almost bruising intensity, pulling her harder onto his cock. She could feel her orgasm building once again, every thrust, every inch of him, pushing her closer to the edge.
John's eyes never left them, his cock still in his hand, his gaze riveted on the lewd act before him.
He could see Sara's body tensing as she approached her climax, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Jacob thrust deep inside her one last time and held still as she clenched and spasmed around him, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream.
John had never seen his wife look so beautiful, so wild, so uninhibited. Jacob held her close, their bodies slick with sweat, as they both caught their breath.