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smacking me and not Andrew. The touch of his hand was too different.
      I wondered how Andrew felt watching another man touch me and in turn pleasure me. Was he jealous or did it excite him? Too late now. Another crack sounded, and I arched as the stinging pain zipped along my nerve endings.   I closed my eyes and threw my head back trying to relax my body before the next delicious blow.
    I felt rather than saw someone kneel in front of me. Amidst the pummelling of my tender flesh, I opened my eyes to see a familiar cock bobbing in front of me. I forced myself to look up higher and sucked in a breath at the look on Andrew’s face—pure unadulterated lust. Apparently my misgivings weren’t going to be an issue. My husband, or should I say my master, was watching intently the flurry of slaps landing on my posterior. Much as I wanted to keep watching Andrew, I couldn’t concentrate for long with the burning on my ass. The heat in my cheeks wiped all thoughts clean from my head, well, all except for one. God, it feels good. Make that two. Fuck me, please.
    But Nick didn’t falter in his work. I watched through half lidded eyes as my husband stroked his cock, the tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum.   “Lick it,” Andrew demanded in a voice thick with desire.
    Delighted, and needing the distraction, I swiped my tongue across the head of his swollen cock, tasting his salty excitement. His hands grasped my hair, the hard tugs painful, but exciting for he used this grip to push my mouth down onto his rod. I took him deep, but Andrew wanted more. He gagged me, his cock squeezing its way into my throat, deeper than I’d ever imagined going. My throat convulsed around him and he relented pulling my head back, the skin of his cock scraping back through my teeth. My reprieve was short lived. With his hands still buried in my hair, he rammed me down again in a prick bobbing game that made him grunt. Distracting as this was, I still moaned and trembled at every slap Nick laid on my ass. The skin of my buttocks stung, the heat in them matching that of my cunt.
    Just when I thought I would die—of pleasure—if he smacked me again, Nick stopped. Andrew panted as he withdrew his straining cock from my mouth. I thought for sure he would burst. He looked over my head and nodded at Nick.
    “Get under her,” ordered my husband, my fast-learning kink master.
    “My pleasure.” Quicker than my desire-addled brain could follow, Nick, slid under me in a sixty-nine position that brought my face close to his wide, very erect cock. The tip strained, swollen and purple, aching for relief. I’d never seen another penis before this close and in person. Andrew’s was all I’d ever known. Suddenly I had to know how Nick would feel and taste. I bobbed my head down to take a lick. A sharp yank on my hair pulled me back before my goal and I yelped.
    “No one gave you permission to do that yet,” growled Andrew. I bit my lips, contrite and wondering if I’d finally gone too far for my husband.
    “I think your wife is curious Andrew. Do you think she can handle my cock?”
    “She’ll handle it. I know she can take it deep, and even better, she loves to swallow. And I’ll bet she’d love to have her mouth fucked while I plow her virgin ass.”
    Swallow? Wait a second, curiosity about taste was one thing, I didn’t know if I wanted…
    Apparently I wasn’t to have a say for the same hand that yanked my head up pushed it back down until Nick’s cock poked at my mouth. With no option, and with no real urge to protest—after all this was my fantasy—I licked the fat head of Nick’s shaft. The saltiness of his excitement made my channel quiver and flood with even more heat and moisture.
    “Suck him,” ordered Andrew from somewhere behind me.
    His words made me hesitate and I debated using my safe word for things were moving so quick. Was I truly ready for this? To be so intimate with another man? Even more important, was Andrew truly