Special Sundays

Dee and her husband have run these special Sundays for a while now. This time he’s out of town, so he sends Silas to take his place. Silas steps into the bedroom just as Dee is tugging her stockings up her thighs. He tries to back out; she tells him to stay. He helps her into her dress and heels, fingers brushing warm skin while his mind races. Over brunch she promises to lay out exactly what he’ll be expected to do later. Back at the house the doorbell chimes the moment Dee asks Silas to unzip her. He opens the door and three familiar men walk straight to her. Silas watches, stunned, as she drops to her knees and takes the first cock down her throat without a word. She works fast, stripping between sucks, guiding hands to her heavy tits and then to her ass. One man bends her over the couch and drives straight into her. Another steps in front, and Dee swallows him again, spit running down her chin. A third parts her cheeks, lines up, and pushes into her tight hole. She groans around the cock in her mouth as both men fuck her in steady rhythm, filling her ass and cunt at once. Silas can’t look away. He’s never seen a woman take it like that, never fucked anyone in the ass the way she begs for it, never watched two cocks stretch one hole until it gives. The men grunt, pull out, and stripe thick ropes across her tits. Cum drips down the slopes of her breasts. Dee looks straight at Silas and says this is usually the part where her husband licks her clean, but since it’s his first time she’ll let him wait until next Sunday. Silas thanks her, voice tight, already wondering how soon he can come back and take his place.