Smack! Wesley hit her ass again and she gasped at the feel of his palm on her behind.
“I think our wife likes to be spanked,” Wesley said.
“Do you like being spanked?” Anthony asked.
Wesley could see the indecision on her face. The fight to admit that she liked the feel of his hand on her ass, but she didn’t want to admit to the pleasure. But he would not be denied.
Smack, he hit her again. “Answer, Pearl.”
“Yes, oh yes, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
Wesley’s finger, once again, pressed against her little rosebud, but the butt plug blocked his entrance. He thumped the end of it.
“Aargh,” she cried as she clenched his finger.
“Relax,” Wesley whispered against her ear. “Your ass will soon be open for me to take.”
Heat flared through her and she felt his fingers press deeper into her pussy.
“Oh, Wesley,” she cried.
“Come for us,” Wesley said as he slapped the butt plug one more time.
Anthony smacked her ass and she voiced her release and threw her head back and filled the room with screams of ecstasy.
“Good girl,” Anthony said, kissing her back and neck. “Now I’m going to fuck you again. You smell so fresh from your bath and my cock is near to bursting. Get on your knees.”
Pearl rose onto her knees and glanced back at Anthony. “Fuck me good and don’t forget to spank my ass.”
Yearning filled Wesley at their wife’s words. She liked getting her ass spanked and that gave him so much pleasure.
Anthony rubbed his cock along her pussy and she trembled.
“Soon,” Wesley whispered against her ear. “Soon, I’m going to put my cock in your ass while Anthony takes your pussy. Then we’ll switch.”
His words made her burn.
Wesley stroked her clit as Anthony lined his cock up with her pussy.
“Ride his cock, honey. Ride it hard.”
Anthony’s cock pushed in and slid into place and she began to meet each thrust. When she slowed, he slapped her ass, not hard, but enough to have her tensing and groaning.
Wesley flicked his fingers over her clit while Anthony pounded her pussy.
Her breathing accelerated and Wesley smacked her on the ass again.
“Anthony,” she cried.
He leaned next to her ear. “Come whenever you want, because I’m going to fill you with my come.”
His words sent her over the edge and she screamed her pleasure.
Her hips dipped, but Anthony lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, pounding, plunging into her for his own pleasure. Like a rag doll, he used her until his hot seed pulsed into her.
Collapsing on top of his wife, Anthony held her while she recovered. “Darling, get used to us taking you whenever we want.”
Reaching down, he gripped her shorn pussy. “You were right, Wesley. Shaving her pussy and seeing it all red and swollen and well used, that’s a sight to behold.”