THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD PART 3 THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD by Marco Vassi Subject Matter: MMF, Consensual, Romance, Double Penetration (Oral/Vaginal & Oral/Anal), Impregnation. PART 3 OF 3 He heard a sound, a shift in breathing, and then the rustle of bodies changing position. He opened his eyes and almost swooned. Jack was lying on his back and Laura was crouched over him. Her lips were glued to his and in their cheeks Tom could see the movement of tongues. Laura's ass gyrated in a steady pattern three long slow rotations, a lift, and a long excruciating descent, ending in a sharp spasm and several shudders. Tom was hypnotized and might have stared at the motion for hours except for Jack's voice snapping him from the trance. "Fuck her in the ass, man," Jack said. "Let's double-team her." To Tom's own amazement, the suggestion sounded sensible. It seemed the obvious thing to do. All that was required was shifting his loyalty, putting the husband-wife bond behind the male-male bond. In his ordinary consciousness such a thing would be inconceivable, but at that instant the legal and emotional ties of marriage seemed artificial and distant in relation to the sheer animal exuberance to be found in two men fucking a woman simultaneously. "Well yes," Tom thought, "Fuck her and double-fuck her. I love her dearly but she is, after all, just another cunt." He leaned forward and got on all fours and walked on hands and knees to the necessary spot on the bed. For a few minutes he did nothing but watch Laura's pussy rotate, rise up and slide down on Jacks' thick glistening shaft. Then he observed the way her asshole clenched, twisted and opened at various points of the ride. Smiling with almost imbecilic abandon, he reached into the drawer of the night table and lifted a jar of lubricant. He opened the lid, scooped three fingers into the scented jelly, and roughly smeared the gob between Laura's buttocks. "He gets her pussy and offers me her asshole," Tom said to himself. "Which is more than she ever offered." He put one hand on Laura's hip and inched forward, his cock swelling into a fierce erection. "We can sort it all out later," he thought. "Right now I'm going to split her in half." He tossed the jar over his shoulder like a champagne glass into a fireplace. He slid his cock into the crevice between her buttocks and let the friction of her movement fire it into steely hardness. Then he grasped the shaft in his right hand and brought the tip to her pulsing anus. He'd had anal sex with Laura many times before, but this was definitely going to be something else. He kept himself still, and Laura began reaching for him, lifting her ass higher and higher at each point in her tantalizing grind. Finally she was able to push herself far enough onto him to engulf the entire head of his cock. In order to do that she had to let Jack's cock slide out of her cunt. She cried out, reached down to grab the flapping penis, and sat on it again, this time leaving Tom in the cold. Tom shook his head once to clear it and lowered himself onto her, this time penetrating into her asshole while Jack's cock was still lodged deep in her pussy. Laura opened her mouth as wide as her lips would stretch, but no sound came out. Her arms flew out to her sides and froze there. Her hands went into spasms, her fingers curling and twitching. Whether what she felt was pleasure or pain or something beyond both, neither man could tell because they were too locked into the compelling focus of the moment. They hung like that for a long while. Then, Laura groaned and relaxed the last small stretch of reserve. Both Tom and jack sank one final quarter inch into her. their cocks touched through the thin membrane separating cunt from colon. The contact was like the toss of a match into a can of gasoline. All at once, they exploded. ' The two men hunched back simultaneously and then flung themselves at one another through her, their cocks converging, competing to see which could penetrate her more deeply, which make the strongest impression. She made a sound like that of a rusty nail being pulled from an ancient board. She was hot, she was wet, she was open, and two stiff sizzling cocks were up inside her, just warming up to take her for a the ride of her life. Laura lifted her mouth from Jack's and raised her head. Jack brought his hand to her lips and slipped two fingers past her teeth and onto her tongue. She began licking and sucking his fingers as she would a cock. This enflamed the men even more and their thrusts grew fiercer. They pounded and sliced into her with such controlled fury that she could no longer keep her head up and rested it on Jack's shoulder. At that point, Jack and Tom found themselves looking into each other's eyes. "You should be about ready to do what you came here for," Tom said. "Let's go for it," Jack replied. The sound of their words roused Laura from the oblivion where she'd begun to wander. She remembered who she was, and what was happening. Although she'd been there for the whole process, she was still somewhat astonished to find herself being double-fucked by her husband and some a strange young man. She also became aware that it wasn't going to go on for very much longer . This made her want it more, so she brought her hands down behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, and reached further and pressed her pussy lips apart. The gesture was free and shameless, a complete offering of the inmost recesses of the temple to the ravagings of a priapic frenzy. Tom ground into her, his cock probing her bowels, his pubic bone bruising the base of her spine. She started to move, a churning, shoveling motion. Jack lifted his ass from the bed to press more deeply into her. All niceties of identity dissolved and they were swept into the orgasmic mood. They were in a state of pure rut, beyond simple desire or lust. There was only the gnawing convulsion of hunger for some ultimate fulfillment, some absolute release. They went on for half an hour, cresting and resting, each swell and spasm of excitement more intense that the one before. Until there came a moment when orgasm was imminent. They all felt it and sounds burbled from their mouths, giving way to long tremulous cries and wails as the three of them were sucked into climax. Tom felt his thighs and belly tingle, his scrotum tighten. And even as his sperm began boiling and came sailing out, he knew that Jack, like a mirror image, was splashing his semen across the walls of Laura's cunt. Laura whimpered as she contracted asshole and pussy, covering the spurting shafts with kisses. There was a deep powerful throbbing in her womb which sent ripples through her entire body, making her tremble in an ongoing delicate ecstasy. They lay like that for a very long time before they were willing to return to conventional reality. When they did, the first thing that had to be dealt with was the bodies. Tom pushed back with his arms and raised himself from the pile. His cock slid out of Laura's ass. She twitched and let out a sigh of disappointment. A few moments later she rolled off Jack and onto her back. Tom looked down at the two of them lying side by side and they stared back at him. There was an awareness that any word would cheapen the feelings of that moment and no one wanted to be the first to speak. Finally, Jack sat up. "Well, I guess I'll be going," he said. "Oh," Laura said. Suddenly she was embarrassed to be lying naked with the two men. "I'll get dressed'" she went on. "Why don't we all have coffee?" she concluded. She sat up and hoisted herself off the bed. "Yes," she said, "I'll get dressed and make some coffee." The three of them sat in the kitchen, elbows on the table. Jack told them that he'd quit his job a year earlier and was now working for an escort service. He'd given his sperm to the sperm bank two years before and when Tom called him had forgotten that he'd done it or why. He told them that this was by no means the only threesome he'd been in. "But it sure was the kinkiest," he assured them in a way that made them feel complimented. When he left they told him they'd call to let him know if the procedure had been successful. "Hey, anytime," he said, "No charge." He jabbed Tom lightly in the ribs, kissed Laura on the lips, and went off into the night. Laura made more coffee and she and Tom took their cups into the living room. They sat on the couch and sipped in silence for a while. "It was O.K.?" Laura asked at last. "Well, we'll see. First we have to find out if you're pregnant, and nine months later see what we've wrought, and then one day explain to the kid that his real father is a male hooker who dropped by one evening." "Are ~you~ O.K.?" she asked. "There were some hard moments, but I'm fine." She laid her head on his shoulder. "There were a lot of hard moments," she said. He put his arm around her. "You got pretty wanton. How could we help it?" They sat quietly for a few more minutes, doing nothing but breathing and feeling, letting the awareness of what they'd just done sink in, realizing that they'd come through it, still married, still in love, still wanting one another. "It's not something or is it that you might want to do again. Just for fun," he said. She let his question hang in the air for a while. Then she brought one hand up to his chest and began rubbing one nipple through the thin cloth of his shirt. "Not just for fun," she said. She glanced up at him and their eyes met. Their look was filled with confidence and delight. "But why not have a couple of kids?" she went on. He leaned back and let his head sink into the top of the couch. As Laura unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand onto his skin, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Actually, I've always wanted a large family," he said. (End of Part 3 of 3.)