A New Line

Natalie was sitting on the sofa with Max. Her small but still firm little breasts bounced playfully from side to side every time she gestured animatedly, telling him something. She hardly paid any attention to Eric — just an occasional sidelong glance, as if checking he was still there. Max never missed a chance to reach over and squeeze her nipple. His other hand, when it wasn't holding a glass, didn't stay idle either — it wandered over Natalie's slim bare legs, stroking her firm thighs.

Eric could see perfectly well what was going on under the table. He was sitting right across from them, slowly sipping white wine.

Max set down yet another empty glass, leaned over Natalie and began kissing her, breaking away from her lips now and then to say something. Natalie laughed loudly, nudged the table a little away from the sofa, picked up the remote, muted the TV and, looking at Eric, said:

"Crawl over here! Quickly!"

Eric obediently got down on all fours and moved toward Natalie and Max. Natalie spread her legs and pointed down with a finger, to where the neat trim of her mound gave way to a narrow slit running deep down.

"You don't want your beloved to get hurt, do you?!"

Eric shook his head from side to side.

"Lick her! Get your mistress ready!"

Eric obediently buried his face between his wife's legs. Meanwhile she started kissing Max.

"I see you haven't been wasting your time! A real mistress!"

"We made a deal. He obediently does as I say, and I don't get aggressive or hurt him anymore. It's all out of love, Max, all out of love!"

"Cool!"

And Max closed his firm, full lips around her swollen nipples. His fingers squeezed her breast, leaving red marks. Natalie gasped softly and threw one leg over Eric's bare back as he diligently licked her. Lately she'd been getting a lot of oral attention, and she liked it more and more. Experienced Max knew exactly where and how to use his tongue to send Natalie over the edge. Eric, of course, still had a lot to learn. And Natalie made up for his inexperience by grabbing his hair and guiding him with her hand. But right now everything was just right, and Natalie's breathing grew deeper and deeper, a sign she might come soon.

"All right, all right, that's enough! Come here, baby!"

Max pulled Natalie toward him. Eric raised his head and looked at her like a devoted dog, as if waiting for a command. Max's strong arms left neither Eric nor Natalie any choice.

"Oh honey, you didn't let me come from his tongue!"

"You'll have time! Now let's put my buddy into your hot little hole."

"No, not like that! Let's try it this way!"

Natalie twisted out of Max's arms, turned her back to him and settled onto his cock. She wrapped her palm around the hot, hard shaft and, guiding it into her pussy, still wet with Eric's saliva, sank smoothly down almost to the base. Her legs were spread wide, feet planted on the sofa cushion, hips gliding up and down. Eric sat on the floor in front of them, and a few inches from his face Max's huge, thick, veiny cock seemed to be splitting his wife's small, neat pussy apart. The sweet little hole he had just licked so rapturously, preparing it for exactly this monster.

Natalie smiled as she watched Eric's face — and yes, she saw a drop of clear fluid appear on the tip of his small cock. His head was almost always hidden by his foreskin and only peeked out when he was very aroused. Now, too, the tip was poking out and glistening with a tight bead of precum.

"Spread your legs a little!" Natalie turned her head to Max.

"What? Why?"

"Spread them!"

Max obediently spread his legs as far as he could with Natalie's feet on the sofa. Natalie beckoned Eric closer with a finger and pointed at her pussy, stretched seemingly to the limit by Max's thick cock.

Eric swallowed hard, looking up close at his wife's pussy, its lips tightly gripping the powerful, twisting-veined cock. He had never seen another man's cock and balls this close before. And now, with his wife inviting him to lick her while Max's cock pounded her pussy, his stomach actually churned with nerves and arousal. Again, as if asking for approval, he looked up at Natalie and, seeing her gesture between her legs, timidly moved his face closer — he could even smell the scent of their two bodies joined together.

For a few seconds he stared at the cock buried to the hilt inside Natalie — she had stopped moving up and down and begun rocking on it in slow circles. A few inches of thick shaft and the wrinkled skin of Max's balls were right in front of his face. Eric hesitantly stuck out his tongue and touched the very top of Natalie's stretched pussy with the tip.

Natalie froze for a moment at the touch. Only when Eric's tongue found its way more confidently to her clit did she rock on the cock again. She let out a loud gasp, and Eric felt his own cock spurt a stream of cum. His legs went weak for a moment and he had to make an effort not to fall. A few seconds later he carried on moving his tongue over her pussy around Max's cock.

Max couldn't see what was happening between his legs. Only when he felt hot breath near his balls did he realise what Natalie had in mind when she sat on his cock facing away. The one thing bothering him was that he couldn't move himself and set the pace.

"Oh yes! Baby, you're out of this world!"

Max tried to thrust his hips, because Natalie had stopped moving. But Natalie was busy with something else entirely. She could feel Max's mighty cock filling her from inside, reaching all the way to the deepest point. And at the same time, the gentle touch of Eric's firm, insistent little tongue.

The new sensations made Natalie melt even faster. Waves surged from somewhere deep in her belly, spreading through her whole body and sending shivers through her legs and buttocks. She cried out, grabbed Eric's hair and yanked his head away. The fingers of her other hand dug into Max's leg, leaving nail marks. Her cry turned into an incoherent growl-purr. If it hadn't been for Max's hands squeezing her breasts, Natalie would simply have fallen.

Natalie pressed Eric's face to her pussy again, and his mouth suddenly ended up level with the base of Max's cock. Eric only realised it when his tongue and lips bumped right into the slippery, firm shaft. At first he wanted to pull back, pushing against the sofa with his hands. But it was as if something clicked in his mind, and he ran his tongue up and down, as if feeling out the right direction. And, paying attention to how it felt, he began working his tongue more and more eagerly. Max's balls tightened at first in surprise. But with every second the sensations grew more pleasant. He began to moan softly too, pushed his hips forward slightly and tried to spread his legs even wider.

Eric's lips gently enveloped his balls, tugging at the wrinkled skin. His tongue played lightly with them, then ran along the base of the cock and up into the soft flesh of Natalie's pussy. The wetness seeping from her didn't even have time to drip onto the balls — Eric licked up everything!

"Oh yes! Come on, come on, lick my balls! Good boy! Oh yeah! That's so good!.. Baby, that was a great idea!"

Natalie started moving her hips a little again, careful not to scare Eric off, and when he once more took the balls between his lips, Max's cock throbbed and jerked, filling her pussy with cum.

"Ohhh! Baby, I'm done! You're both amazing! Phew!"

Max was panting as if he'd come not once but at least three times.

"Darling, I'm about to drip and make a mess on the floor. You won't let that happen, will you?" Natalie looked straight into Eric's face as she said the last words.

His eyes showed obedience, and Natalie lifted her hips so the cock slipped out of her, and cum began to flow from her still-open hole — cloudy, thick and stringy.

Natalie's buttocks pressed against Max's slippery cock while Eric, latching on with his lips, gathered the flowing cum and his wife's juices and greedily swallowed it all. At the same time he felt his cock stiffen again, as if he hadn't come just minutes before.

"That's it, that's enough! Good job!"

Natalie rose a little, pulling away from Eric's face. The last drops fell onto Max's balls, and when Natalie was already standing on the floor, Eric, still between Max's legs, looked up at him. Max nodded approvingly and gave a thumbs-up.

"Go wash your face!" Natalie ordered, though not so sternly now.

Eric obediently got up and, quickly turning away as if embarrassed by his erection, left the room.

"Baby, that was something else! I've never felt anything like it! I'm fucking your pussy and someone's licking my balls! That was a bomb! We have to do it again!"

"Yes, honey, I came really hard too. Your cock and his tongue made me come even faster! And it was more intense! Like that time you took me from behind and your fingers played with my pussy. Only this time it was even gentler."

"Oh really?! Are you saying I'm not gentle?!" Max laughed.

"And are you saying he licked your balls more gently?!" Natalie answered in the same tone.

"Oh no, nothing compares to your lips and your mouth! Maybe you'll take it?!" Max pointed at his almost soft cock.

Natalie knelt, took the cock in her palm at the very base and slipped the head into her mouth.

Eric looked at his reflection in the mirror. His cheeks, lips and chin were wet with a mix of Max's cum and Natalie's juices. His cock was rock-hard. And Eric, replaying what had happened a few minutes earlier, wrapped two fingers around it and began jerking off fast.

When he came back into the living room, Natalie was on her knees sucking Max's cock. She was making slurping sounds and purring like a contented cat. Without taking his eyes off them, Eric sat down in his armchair and poured himself a glass of wine.

Seeing Eric, Max reached for the table too, and a few seconds later he had a full glass in his hand. He raised it in greeting to Eric and downed it in one go.

Eric nodded and raised his glass in return. But unlike Max, he only took a small sip and went on watching Natalie.

• • •

That night, when the door had closed behind Max and about ten minutes later Natalie slipped under the covers with Eric, he was still awake.

The thin fabric of her nightgown had ridden up a little, and Natalie's cool thigh touched Eric's warm leg.

"You're so warm! Hold me!"

Eric lifted his right arm, and Natalie lay on his shoulder, pressing even closer.

"Is everything okay?!" Natalie asked in a way that made Eric know at once what she meant.

"Yes, everything's fine."

"Do you really like all this?"

"Yes."

"And his cock?"

Eric was silent. He didn't know what to say. Yes, he really liked his cock. And he'd really liked what had happened today too. No, in any other situation — or if he and Max had been alone together — Eric certainly wouldn't have touched it. But when that cock was fucking his wife...

"Hey, you didn't come today! I saw how hard you were. Want me to suck you?!"

Before Eric could tell her he'd come more than once that day, he felt her hand on his cock. And a moment later her hot mouth, swallowing his soft little cock whole.

Natalie worked it with her lips, rolled it with her firm tongue, gently licked the head, pulling the skin back. Her efforts paid off very quickly. His cock firmed up and stood, but it was still small enough that Natalie could easily take all of it in her mouth.

"Mmmm..." came from the darkness. Natalie diligently sucked the hardened cock, and she did it quite skilfully. Eric even had time to think that she'd never given him a blowjob before. And now, after he himself had practically had a man's cock in his mouth, she was unrecognisable.

Natalie's delicate fingers wrapped around his cock and her hand moved up and down fast — her mouth must have tired, and so as not to stop she helped herself with her hand. Then the head sank into his wife's hot, soft mouth again. Her tongue made a few pirouettes around it. The cock went all the way in, so that Natalie's nose pressed against his groin, and again her hand moved quickly, bringing Eric to the finish.

"I... I'm about to..."

Eric didn't finish. Natalie's head bobbed on his cock, and a few seconds later Eric felt his cock release a little stream of cum.

"Mmmm! There, now you've come too!" Natalie's silhouette was clearly visible in the dark. She straightened up and sat on her knees, legs tucked under her.

"Thank you!"

"Did you like it?"

"Yes. Did you?"

"Yes, it wasn't bad!"

"But his cock is better?"

"Well, if we're comparing size, then yes."

"What else can you compare?"

"Well, the taste! You like the taste of cum, don't you?!" And Natalie pressed her lips to her husband's. Her mouth carried the scent of cum Eric already knew so well.

• • •

"Eric, do you mind if Max comes over this afternoon?"

"I thought he was coming on Saturday."

"I'm working this weekend. Helen asked me to cover for her — her daughter's getting married."

"All right, let him come. But I'm not drinking. I've got to be at the office tomorrow. I don't want to show up in front of my team looking wrecked."

"Yes, okay! Whatever you say!"

Max showed up right on time, just after one o'clock.

"Hi!" his clear voice rang out from the doorway. For all his brawn, his voice wasn't rough at all.

"Hey, hey!" Eric took the bag from Max and held out his hand.

"Hello, Max, we've been waiting for you!" Natalie pressed herself against him like a cat.

"Baby, you're going to knock me over!"

Eric didn't hear the rest of the conversation. He was rustling the bag, unloading food and drinks onto the table.

"Eric, buddy, I brought you a bottle of wine. I know you're not into the hard stuff! Natalie and I are going to knock back some whisky! Right, baby?!"

"Well, a little bit is fine!" Natalie replied.

"I'll just grab a shower, if you don't mind. I didn't even stop by home — came straight from work to you. Baby, can you get me a towel? Or want to come with me?"

Max laughed and, putting his arm around Natalie, gave her a big kiss on the lips. His hand slid down to her ass and squeezed her firm buttock hard. It didn't escape Eric's eyes, and he felt desire stir inside him.

He wanted Max, right now, right here, to lift his wife's short little dress and push his huge, vein-twisted cock into her tight little hole. He imagined his Natalie writhing in pain and pleasure, looking straight into his face, her eyes becoming with every thrust the eyes of a dirty slut enjoying the sight of her suffering husband. And of the cock hammering into her as deep as it could go.

"Eric! Eric, why have you frozen?! Are you okay?!"

Eric snapped out of his thoughts. His groin ached pleasantly, his cock almost fully hard. And Max was no longer in the room.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything's fine. I just..."

"You're already turned on. What? What were you imagining? Do you want me to do everything exactly as you say today?! Tell me — we agreed to share."

"Nothing special. I just imagined him fucking you in front of me."

"He'll be out soon. Shall we get undressed right away too?!"

Eric shrugged, and Natalie was already pulling her dress off over her head. Her little breasts swayed from side to side, her nipples flashed their dark areolas invitingly, and Eric again felt his cock, which had started to droop, perk up.

"Oh, baby, you're ready already?"

Max reappeared as suddenly as he'd vanished. He wasn't wearing anything — just a towel tied around his hips. He walked up to Natalie and was about to kiss her, but Natalie suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him, tore the towel from his hips and, turning him so Eric could see, took his hanging cock into her mouth.

"Oh, baby! You're amazing! Yes, yes! Come on, ohhh!" Max looked at Eric and pressed his palm against the back of Natalie's head. She even choked and went still for a moment. But she recovered immediately and began sucking the hardened cock with relish as it filled her whole mouth.

When Max tensed his legs and pressed Natalie's head lightly to his groin, Eric understood he was coming. Natalie slowed down too and, gathering all his cum in her mouth, let the cock slide out, looked Max in the eye and opened her mouth slightly to show it was all there.

Then she got to her feet, walked right up to Eric, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her whole body against him, and their lips met. Eric's mouth received the sticky, tangy mix of cum and saliva. It seemed to pour endlessly into his mouth, coating his mouth, his throat and everything inside him.

With her bare stomach Natalie could feel her husband's erection through his trousers. But it was no comparison to the cock that had just been in her mouth.

"Okay, let's have something to eat!"

Natalie walked over to the table as if nothing had happened and wiped the last of the cum from her lips with a napkin.

Max uncorked a bottle and filled the shot glasses. He was about to open the wine he'd brought for Eric too, but Eric stopped him.

"Don't, I'll pass today. Juice is fine."

Eric wiped his face with a napkin too. The taste of cum filled him completely. He felt that if someone offered him food right now he'd refuse — as if cum had filled his stomach.

Max and Natalie sat on the sofa, and Eric settled opposite them on a chair. He watched them and digested his feelings — sorting through his emotions, putting everything in its place. The conversation didn't interest him much, and no one asked him anything anyway. Max groped Natalie's body and laughed loudly, filling the room, while Natalie snuggled up to him more and more. Eric could see and feel how much she wanted to take his mighty cock inside her, to have it stretch her tight little slit and make her scream and thrash in ecstasy.

Finally Max pulled Natalie onto his lap — onto his thighs, rather, with her back to Eric — and a minute later she was rocking her whole body on his cock. Her slit had been wet for a long time, so at first the room filled with wet, sloppy sounds, and then Natalie's moans drowned out even the TV.

It was hot in the room, and Eric took off his shirt too and, lowering his trousers, slowly stroked himself. He was in no hurry, knowing he hadn't reached the peak yet. Though when he'd watched Natalie suck, he could have come from a single touch. Now he could only see Natalie moaning and writhing, sitting with her back to him and bouncing on Max's cock.

A scream announced to everyone that Natalie had come. She went limp, melting onto Max's body. He stopped moving too and, waiting until Natalie had recovered, whispered something in her ear. Natalie turned and looked at Eric.

"Darling, are you ready?"

Not knowing what he was supposed to be ready for, Eric obediently nodded.

"Let's go to the bedroom!"

Natalie took Max by the hand and pulled him along.

"Lie down on the bed, head here! And take off those trousers already!"

Eric obediently undressed and lay down as his wife told him. A drop of precum leaked from his cock. Natalie said something to Max and, standing on the bed, lowered herself onto Eric's face. She didn't smell of cum now, but there was more than enough wetness for Eric to sink almost his whole face into her soaked pussy. Natalie wriggled a little on his face, and Eric set to work with his tongue, licking everything outside and in, trying to go as deep as he could. Suddenly Natalie's palm grabbed his dripping cock. Eric even flinched in surprise. Natalie lifted her hips, freeing his mouth, and with an inviting slap of her free hand on her buttock, pulled it slightly aside. Eric expected a flood to pour onto his face from her open slit. Instead he saw Max above him. Or rather, he saw him for only a moment. The rest of the time he was contemplating his mighty cock and hanging balls. And he didn't see the whole cock for long either. It parted her lips and sank all the way in — only the wrinkled skin of his balls stayed outside, along with the folds of her pussy, stretched to unimaginable size. Eric watched it all from below, and Max's balls swinging above his face, together with his wife's hand stroking his cock, put him into a trance.

Eric tried to catch Max's balls with his lips. He stuck out his tongue, licked them and even pulled Max's hips down, wrapping his arms around them. Max would slow down to let Eric play with his balls, then drive his cock into Natalie's slit with renewed force, so that splashes flew everywhere, spraying everything around. And Eric eagerly caught the wetness with his mouth and licked Max's balls whenever he could. He could barely feel Natalie's touch anymore. Under Max's onslaught her hand kept stopping; her breasts had sunk onto Eric's stomach, and with every thrust from behind she slid limply over her husband's body like a rag doll.

A spasm ran through Natalie's whole body, passing the tremor on to Eric and to Max pounding her from behind. Natalie cried out, her fingers digging into her husband's skin, hurting him a little. But Eric didn't feel it — his lips were greedily trying to catch the balls of Max, who was driving his cock in to the hilt and, not even pulling halfway out, ramming it back in again and again. He could feel Eric trying to catch his balls with his lips, but he didn't stop until the very last moment, when he felt he was about to come hard.

Eric opened his mouth once more, trying at least to lick Max's balls. And at that very instant Max pulled sharply out of Natalie's pussy and aimed his cock down, straight into Eric's open lips. They greedily closed around the head, ready at any moment to burst with cum. Eric's head tilted back on its own, letting the cock go deeper. And at that very moment his mouth filled with a warm, thick liquid whose taste he knew so well. The cock jerked, contracting several times, and went still.

It was at that moment that Eric realised his own cock had spurted cum onto his stomach.

His mouth was full of cum, and, letting the cock slide out a little but not all the way, he swallowed it all. Then he took the head a little deeper again and, sucking out the last drops, realised what he was doing.

No, he felt not a trace of disgust. Not toward Max, not toward Natalie, and certainly not toward himself. He had crossed another line. A line behind which his true self had been hiding.