Wicked Fall

He flushes red over my statement, and Amy doesn’t even bother to look at her husband. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her fingers are grasping onto the bed covers.

“Jack off,” I tell him.

“What?” he gasps in astonishment.

“Get on the bed, kneel by your wife’s head, and jack off while I fuck her.”

He makes a choking sort of sound, but he doesn’t argue. That’s because he doesn’t forget there’s a gun on the bed only inches from my hand.

Amy’s husband kneels beside his wife and without any further direction from me, pushes his boxers down and starts jerking at his dick, his eyes pi

Yeah… this is actually kind of hot. Wasn’t what I imagined, but I’m digging it.

I start tu

She gasps.

Cries.

Then screams as she starts to come.

“Oh, fuck,” her husband groans and he starts to come as well, shooting all over Amy’s big, round breasts and soaking the lovely pink silk.

As I pound harder inside of her, my balls tighten. I grit my teeth, my neck muscles straining, and I start to come. I slam into her hard… brutally actually, and she gives a startled yip as I grind against her pelvis, unloading buckets inside the condom.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I croak, and then praise my captive fuck. “Amy, of the sweet pussy.”

When I’ve expelled every fucking drop I have, I pull out and pluck the condom off. Amy’s husband sags down on the bed beside her, and she scrambles over so they can hold on to each other.

Awww… that’s sweet.

I throw the condom on the floor, tuck my dick away, and snatch the gun from the bed. Giving them both a nod and a toothy smile, I say, “Not one word of this to anyone. I so much as hear you’ve told someone, and I’ll come back and I won’t be so nice. Are we clear?”

“Yes,” they both say simultaneously. “We won’t.”

I stare at them, my eyes promising all kinds of retribution. When I’m satisfied we’re good, I turn and walk out of their bedroom.

Down the hall, and right out the back door. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I pull the black knit mask off and take a deep breath of the fresh Wyoming air. I swivel my head, the cervical bones in my neck popping.

I feel loose and relaxed.

I actually sit down on the bottom step and look up at the stars hanging low and heavy in the sky. Beautiful.

The porch light flicks on, bathing me in a yellow glow. The door opens, and I turn my head to see Amy standing there.

She’s holding a bottle of Hoback Hefeweizen out to me and gives me a smile. “That was excellent, Cain.”

“I thought it was some of my better work,” I say with a grin and hop up to accept the beer, which is my favorite from the Snake River Brewery.

Amy’s husband appears over her shoulder and pulls the door open. “Want to come in while you drink that?”

“Sure,” I say and trot back up the steps, walking back into one of the fantasy cabins that belong to The Wicked Horse. This wasn’t the first fantasy I’ve played in involving Amy and Charles Mason, but this was a special one. It’s their wedding a

As the door closes behind me, I wonder if the blonde girl is still back at the club. I’m technically off duty and I consider for a moment finishing my beer and going back to check it out.

But then Amy’s hand is on my crotch and she’s rubbing my cock, which is eagerly responding, and I know the party here isn’t quite over yet.

Blonde woman is forgotten.

For now.

THE END

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