Vengeful Wife Gets Banged-3

John is kneeling beside me holding his erection. I notice for the first time just how long his dick is; a good portion of the shaft - topped by the smooth bulbous head – can be seen above his clenched fist. The sunlight sparkles on beads of moisture oozing from the tip. John gently tugs my hair again.
“Come on, Mrs Duncan, it’s my turn,” he requests. I am a bit surprised at how timid he sounds, then I remember that this is an eighteen year old asking a thirty year-old, married neighbour to suck his cock. It seems that he doesn’t have the brash confidence of his friend Rick who has just given me a brisk fuck. I wonder why he is asking for a blow-job rather than a shag; perhaps he doesn’t like sloppy seconds. Well I know that he won’t be disappointed. Rick had bragged about him and John having experienced call-girls; but when it comes to giving head, I have nothing to learn. My husband Phil made sure that I have had plenty of practice and encouragement, the selfish bastard.

Rick is sitting watching us and drinking from a bottle of beer he has produced from his bag. I get to my knees and bend over John’s cock. When my hair cascades around his lap, John brushes it back over my shoulders so that he can watch me at work; then reaches down with one hand to find my clit which responds immediately to his caresses.
I start by licking around the swollen head, flicking my tongue on the tip. I like to watch a cock swell but this one is already hard, no doubt from John having watched Rick and me fuck so vigorously. I blow hard on the head as I pull the foreskin fully back, my lips brushing the taut, velvety skin.
Looking up into his eyes in approved classic fashion, I slide my puckered lips over the head of John’s cock, while my thumb and forefinger circle the base of his shaft. I note that they can’t meet – this boy is big; bigger than his pushy pal.

I suck slowly and slide my mouth deeper, lapping with my tongue along the underside. John gives a little groan, and stops stroking me. I have a feeling that he is not going to last very long; he was probably wanking while watching Rick and me. I am quickly proved right. When I gently squeeze his balls with my other hand, I feel the first warm rush of spunk over my tongue as he explodes. At the same time his tight sac twitches several times in my hand as he fully empties into my mouth.

I have forgotten how much sperm a young man can spurt, and as the slippery fluid flows over my tongue and fills my mouth, I swallow several times, to stop gagging. I decide to do my party trick for the young man; I let the residue of semen still in my mouth trickle over my lips. The watery, creamy stream tickles my chin, before dripping on to my breasts. John looks suitably impressed as he watches some of his cum spread over a nipple.
“She gives great head, Rick,” he calls to his friend.
At this point, Rick must have been feeling left out, and decides to impose himself again.

“You’re dribbling, you slut,” he calls. “Wipe that mess up with your fingers and suck them clean.” Again his cocky insolence irritates me.
“Fuck off, Rick,” I retort. “You have seen too many porn videos. Why don’t you lick it off for me?”

Rick’s face darkens.
“Hey, watch it Mrs Duncan,” in his sarcastic tone again.
He continues. “Are you forgetting that if you don’t do what we want, we might tell a few people what a slut you are?”
“Fine; and I will say that you raped me,” I fire back, but my heart isn’t in it, and I hope that he doesn’t guess that I am bluffing. I lower my head, telling myself to control my temper, and to watch what I am saying; although the fact that I still haven’t cum, isn’t helping my mood.
I have got myself into this situation, through my horniness and thirst for revenge, and I had better be careful. My thoughts are interrupted by John handing me a beer.

“Let’s not quarrel, folks. Drink that Mrs Duncan, you must be thirsty.”
I realise that indeed I am, and I gulp down the beer, which is still cool from the insulated bag. Of course it also takes away the taste of John’s jism. I can’t take my eyes off the two naked, hard bodies sprawled casually beside me. Even after cumming so recently, both their cocks are still semi-hard and my saliva glistens in the sunlight on John’s as it rests, slightly curled, on his thigh.

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