Free Sweet Danger by Violet Blue Page A

from his groin, straining up toward Elisa, and Trey brushed my wife’s hair from her face to make sure I got a good look.
    Elisa gazed up at him as she lapped at his shaft, the weight of Trey’s cock resting across her upturned face. Then, hungrily, she hauled it into her empty mouth, sinking down on it until her wet lips were sealed around its base. I could hear her grunting, almost barking as she plunged her mouth over his cock again and again, one hand cupping his fat pouch of balls, the other clamped around the thick base. I watched Trey’s cock as I stroked my own, his thick, hard shaft sliding in and out of my wife’s wet lips, and I watched Elisa, showing him with her concupiscent gazes and breathless moans how much she loved it. Trey was watching as well, and he was telling Elisa how good she was, how sexy she was, but at that point I don’t think Elisa cared whether he thought she was sexy or not.
    Trey moved his hands to the back of her head, easing her up or down, whatever felt best to him. Over and over again Elisa worked her mouth around Trey’s cock, up and down, back and forth, until she realized that Trey was driving at his own rhythm, and all she need do was hold her head still as his cock pumped through her wet lips. Trey held Elisa’s head firmly in his hands and pushed his cock in and out of her mouth like a piston, Elisa’s lips stretching around the raised ridges of his shaft.
    “Suck it,” Trey demanded. “Suck that cock, you little whore.” His taunts only seemed to encourage Elisa, his words barely audible over her moans. Trey moved faster, and Elisa slipped a hand under her dress and began to touch herself as Trey told her again and again how good she was at sucking cock. Her awareness of his pleasure only seemed to intensify her own excitement, and she groaned loudly as he slid his cock into her mouth again and again, almost gagging her every time. I could see her throat contracting, her eyes watering each time he pushed the entire length of his cock into her mouth, and I was certain, given the length of shaft that disappeared between her lips, that his cock was in her throat.
    I could feel Trinh staring at me from the driver’s seat, gauging my reaction to what was happening. Trey was groaning, his voice desperate as he began to beg Elisa to slow down. I could easily hear Elisa’s breathing, heavy and labored as Trey’s urgings became more insistent, his moans louder and in rhythm with Elisa’s. Suddenly Trey gasped, his fingers tangling into Elisa’s hair, his face clenched in anticipation. I saw his chest heave several times as he humped up against Elisa’s mouth until finally his body started to convulse. A burst of grunts escaped him, and I knew he was coming in my wife’s mouth. He growled out a string of expletives, calling my wife his “little cocksucker,” his “filthy whore,” and below him Elisa had sealed her lips tightly around his cock, sucking and swallowing until she almost burst from lack of breath.
    Their noises promptly lapsed into silence, with the exception of Trey’s ragged panting, and Trinh looked at me, smiling. My eyes locked suddenly with Trey’s, and for a moment I looked into them. For what, I didn’t know. Gratitude, maybe, as absurd as that sounded. But instead, I saw only pride. He seemed to feel conquering, victorious even, and I knew that in his mind he had just taken my wife in a way I never could; that it was Elisa, not him, who had just been pleasured, that he had been gracious enough to allow her to suck his cock; that she had been rewarded with his orgasm.
    Elisa looked up at Trey like a child wanting praise, and I watched as she opened her mouth and showed him the shimmering pool of semen on her cupped tongue before she swallowed it.
    “You’re a lucky man,” Trey told me for the second time that night, but this time Elisa seemed to flush with pride at Trey’s words. She sat up, tucking her hair behind her ears, and in the