Hubby’s Lap: Wife Cums for Her Black Bull

Lena settled onto Marcus’s lap on the wide leather couch, her short skirt riding high on her thighs. Derek sat opposite them in the armchair, long legs stretched out, the hem of his T-shirt barely covering the bulge already forming in his jeans. The three of them had been drinking for an hour, the ice in their glasses melting slowly while the late-night quiet outside pressed against the windows. Marcus’s hands rested on Lena’s hips, thumbs stroking the thin fabric of her panties. Every time she shifted, his cock thickened beneath her, pressing up against the cleft of her ass.

Derek’s eyes moved over her openly. “That dress looks painted on,” he said, voice low. “You got a body that could ruin a man’s night.” Lena smiled and rolled her hips once, deliberately, so Marcus felt the heat of her through his slacks. Derek kept talking. “Legs for days. Ass that begs to be grabbed. Marcus, you’re a lucky bastard, sitting under all that.”

Marcus’s erection twitched hard against her. Lena felt it and rocked again, slower, grinding down. She leaned back so her lips brushed his ear. “I’m soaked,” she whispered. “Can you feel how wet I am for him?” Marcus’s fingers tightened on her hips; his breathing changed.

Derek stood. The denim strained as he unzipped. He freed his cock—thick, heavy, already half-hard—and let it hang in front of them. Lena reached without hesitation, wrapping her small hand around the shaft and giving it one slow stroke. Pre-cum beaded at the slit. She glanced back at Marcus, eyes bright. “I want to taste it,” she said, voice soft but clear. Marcus swallowed, nodded once. Lena slid off his lap and onto her knees between Derek’s feet, lips parting as she took the head into her mouth. She moaned around the thick crown, tongue swirling, saliva already glistening on the dark skin. Marcus watched her cheeks hollow, watched her throat work as she pushed deeper.

She stayed there long enough to coat him completely, then rose and turned. Facing Marcus, she climbed onto Derek’s lap, knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of her husband’s thighs. Derek’s hands gripped her waist, lifting her just enough to line the blunt head of his cock with her entrance. Lena reached down, pulled her soaked panties aside, and sank onto him in one smooth motion. A long, broken sound left her throat as she stretched around the girth. Marcus’s face was inches from the place they joined; he could see every inch disappearing inside her, the way her lips clung and parted.

Lena began to ride. Derek’s cock disappeared and reappeared with every roll of her hips, slick and shining. She leaned forward, bracing her palms on Marcus’s shoulders so her tits swayed in front of his face. “Fuck, he’s so much bigger,” she gasped. “I can feel him in my stomach.” Derek’s hands moved to her ass, spreading her wider, driving up to meet each downward stroke. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Lena’s eyes stayed on Marcus. “Watch how he splits me open,” she whispered. “Watch how my pussy takes every inch.”

Marcus’s cock strained painfully against his zipper. His hands slid up her thighs, feeling the muscles flex as she rode. Lena reached back with one hand, found his belt, and yanked it open. She freed his aching length and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking in time with Derek’s thrusts. Marcus groaned, hips jerking. Lena kept riding, faster now, Derek’s cock pounding up into her with wet, filthy slaps. She came first—hard—crying out as her walls fluttered and clenched, wetness spilling down Derek’s shaft and onto Marcus’s slacks. Derek followed seconds later, burying himself deep and pulsing, flooding her. Thick cum leaked out around his cock, running down over his balls and onto Marcus’s thigh.

Lena stayed seated on Derek, breathing hard. She kept stroking Marcus’s cock with slow, firm pulls, her palm slick from her own arousal. Marcus’s head fell back against the couch. His thighs trembled. Lena twisted her wrist on the upstroke and he came with a choked sound, ropes of cum striping her ass and Derek’s balls, mixing with the mess already there. The room went still except for the soft sound of three people breathing. Lena leaned forward, kissed Marcus gently, lips brushing his while Derek’s softening cock remained buried inside her and fresh cum continued to trickle out.