Agreeing
to a little experimentation leads to a regretful Tracer watching her
lover take it from a studly stranger in their own bedroom.
A repost of an old old fic from Tumblr before all the baloney.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Your cock!”
That husky cry and the squeaks of the bed echoed in the room and stung Tracer’s ears.
She sat in a chair in the corner of their bedroom wearing nothing, watching the sweaty rutting between her girlfriend and the studly fellow she brought home for their little experiment. Just sitting there, listening to her incessant moans and screams, staring at the thick rod currently splitting her girlfriend in half on their bed. Like a car wreck, it was a gruesome sight but one she just couldn’t tear her eyes away from.
“It’s-it’s so big! I’m, ghah, I’m cumming!” she cried, kicking the air in the wake of another powerful orgasm ripping through her, the latest of many since they began.
She could see the shimmer of sweat and quim that covered her girlfriends freckled ass and thighs, the only part of her besides her legs, shaking and swinging in the air, that she could see from her viewing angle in the corner.
It just kept going. Never a pause to rest, he just kept forcing her to one orgasm after another. Had it been an hour? Two? Tracer couldn’t tell and she didn’t bother to check the time. She just felt that it had been a very long time.
The whole idea behind this experiment was that it was supposed to be exciting for them. Consensual cheating and voyeurism. Where she got these ideas Tracer had no idea.
Lazily running her finger in and out of her wet twat, she couldn’t deny that she did indeed feel a little excited by the display, just as Emily hoped she would, but that was overshadowed by an intense feeling of regret. Regret for letting this happen. For permitting this idea just to seem supportive of her lovers idea to spice up their sex lives. Emily was hers, and she was getting fucked hard and crying out in ways she had never heard before.
She also didn’t understand why Emily thought their sex life needed spicing up anyway. She couldn’t even be upset with her about it, since she went along with it. That only made it all the more irritating, she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.
“Lena? A-are you watching?” She’s asked this multiple times since they started. Perhaps to let her know she hadn’t forgot she was there, or perhaps because being reminded that she was being watched by her made it feel better for her.
“Yes love, you’re doing great.” Her throat was so dry and her voice came out in a near whisper.
Perhaps the latter reason had been true after all, her moans grew louder and more frantic in response, the familiar sign that she was getting close again.
By now able to recognize when she was close too, he went at her even harder. Smashing down against her cunt, grounding her against the soaked mattress, his big sac slapping against her ass with every thrust. It was quite a sight and as usual, it didn’t take long for his efforts to show results.
“I’m gonna cum!” she announced for the umpteenth time since they started, shortly followed by the usual flow of husky moans and gasps as she gushed all over his cock, staining the mattress.
She picked a great specimen for this little experiment she had to admit. This man… she didn’t know his name and she didn’t care to; he was hung, well built, hot, and most obviously, skilled.
Even she couldn’t deny that the sight of his impressive package gave her tingles, especially as it worked to force out orgasm after orgasm from Emily.
She added another finger and went at it more intently, focusing her gaze away from the bed and on her own sopping cunt. Watching her wet fingers move in and out while listening to the sounds of the rough sex just out of sight.
She couldn’t but moan a little herself. It felt good, it really did, and as much as she hated that fact, she kept going, focusing on herself, trying to gain some pleasure out of this. Her attention was forced back to the bed right away however, when she heard noises that meant things were finally winding to a close.
The mans breathing was getting faster, obviously on the edge and no longer able to hold it back any longer. She heard him groan out something, a warning perhaps.
“Cum in me!” Emily cried, wrapping her legs around him, permitting no escape as she desperately sought the creampie that would no doubt bring her the explosive climax she needed to end things perfectly.
She should have stood up and told him not to cum inside, but she couldn’t, hearing Emily set something off in her. She pushed forward, fingers pumping, suddenly finding herself overwhelmed with a strange shameful excitement that sent her hurtling towards a peak that came far more quickly than it should have.
Finally, they reached the climax of this experiment. The three came in near perfect sync, a chorus of moans and grunts filling the room.
Tracer stared transfixed at the site of her lover being filled, watching as his balls twitched, pumping what she just knew were massive loads of piping hot cum inside her, and that sight only seemed to make her cum all the harder.
A few quiet moments passed, her heartbeat slowed to normal, and her vision, which had gone blurry under the weight of the particularly strong orgasm, became clear. Shaking her own fluids off her fingers as she looked at the bed, she felt a sense of relief washing over her to see things finally coming to an end.
The man rolled over, panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead, he laid there not saying a word as he caught his breath.
Emily however stared wide eyed at the ceiling, occasionally twitching and gasping as she rode out her final orgasm, thick cum oozing out of her beaten quivering pussy.
Once it finally passed completely she lifted her head and looked to Tracer.
“Lena,” she held her hand out beckoning her over. She looked exhausted and her hand seemed to be slightly shaking.
Happy to finally have her attention again, she walked over to her and held her hand, her palm was sweaty but Tracer kept her grip tight.
“Lena…” she squeezed her hand tighter and gave her a worried expression. “This was fun right? Did you enjoy watching?” Her voice was hoarse. Her shouting and near constant screaming had worn her throat out.
She wanted to be honest, tell her that she wanted this to be the only time they did this, but when she saw that look of on her face, filled with apprehension, she could only swallow and reassure her. This wasn’t her fault, after all.
“Of course love, you were amazing.”
“G-good… I was worried.” She got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
“No worries, I’m happy you had fun.” That wasn’t completely a lie.
They kissed. She could taste his cock in her mouth but she didn’t pull back, too eager for some affection from her to care.
Emily took a deep breath before smiling and hopping off the bed, suddenly reinvigorated, and patted it while looking at her excitedly.
Right.
She had forgotten, or rather, she had pushed it to the back of her mind. There was more to this, this wasn’t over yet.
The two women kissed one last time before Emily took Tracer’s old spot on the chair, her hand already between her thighs, too eager to wait for things to actually start before running her fingers through her cum drenched folds.
Tracer took her spot on the bed in turn. It was soaked, sweat and other fluids sticking to her skin. She looked up at her new partner, who was ready to go again, cock at full mast and covered in quim. She flashed the man a meager, fake smile before parting her legs.
Now it was her turn.
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