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 took more of him until her lips stretched wide around the thick midshaft, saliva dripping down to coat her fist as she stroked what wouldn’t fit. Derek’s hand settled in her hair, not forcing, just guiding the slow bob of her head while he looked past her at Marcus.

“Your wife sucks cock like she was born for it,” Derek said. The words made Marcus’s breath hitch. Lena pulled off with a wet pop, tongue dragging along the underside, and smiled up at both men.

“I want him inside me while I sit on you,” she told Marcus. “Right here. I want you to feel every thrust.”

Marcus nodded, voice rough. “Do it.”

Lena stood, stripped her panties down her legs, and climbed back onto Marcus’s lap facing outward. She reached behind, freed his cock from his slacks, and nestled it against the cleft of her ass so the hard length pressed hot between her cheeks. Derek stepped in close, cock glistening from her mouth. Lena hooked her knees over Marcus’s thighs, opening herself. Marcus’s hands went to her waist, holding her steady as Derek rubbed the fat head up and down her slick folds.

“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Derek muttered. He pushed in slow. Lena’s mouth fell open on a long moan as the thick cock stretched her, inch by inch, until his hips met her ass and she was fully seated on him while still perched on her husband’s lap. Marcus felt the heavy weight of Derek’s balls brush his own cock with every small movement.

Lena started to ride. She rolled her hips, lifting and dropping, taking Derek deep while grinding back against Marcus. The dual friction made her clit throb. Marcus’s fingers dug into her hips; he could feel the wet slide of another man’s cock moving inside his wife, the stretch of her cunt gripping and releasing.

“Harder,” Lena gasped. “Fuck me harder so he can feel it.”

Derek gripped her thighs and thrust up in short, powerful strokes. Each one shoved her back against Marcus’s chest and dragged his cock along the cleft of her ass. Lena’s moans turned sharp and high. She reached down, found Marcus’s hand, and pressed his fingers to her clit.

“Rub me while he fucks me. Make me cum on his cock.”

Marcus obeyed, circling her swollen clit as Derek pounded into her. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Lena’s inner walls fluttered, then clenched hard. She came with a broken cry, pussy milking Derek’s cock in tight pulses while she ground down on both men. Marcus felt the rhythmic squeeze through her body, felt her juices run down over his balls.

Derek didn’t stop. He kept driving into her through the orgasm until her thighs shook. Lena twisted just enough to look back at Marcus, eyes glassy.

“Fill me,” she whispered. “I want him to pump me full while you’re still under me.”

Derek’s rhythm stuttered. He buried himself to the root and came with a low groan, cock pulsing as he flooded her. Lena felt every hot spurt, felt it leak out around the thick shaft and drip onto Marcus’s cock and thighs. She kept rocking gently until Derek softened and pulled free. A thick trickle of cum followed, sliding down to coat Marcus.

Lena stayed seated on her husband’s lap, breathing hard, Derek’s seed leaking out of her. She reached back, wrapped her fingers around Marcus’s soaked cock, and stroked him slow and tight.

“Your turn,” she said softly. “Cum for me while it’s still dripping out of me.”

Marcus lasted only a dozen strokes. He came hard against her ass and lower back, groaning into her neck as his release mixed with Derek’s. Lena kept her hand moving until he finished, then slumped back against his chest, warm and loose-limbed between the two men.

Derek sank onto the couch beside them, one heavy hand resting on Lena’s thigh. Marcus’s arms stayed around her waist. The three of them stayed like that in the quiet living room, the scent of sex thick in the air, until their breathing evened out and Lena finally smiled, sated and unapologetic.