When James gets home early to his gossiping wife and her friends, a confrontation leads to a long overdue rekindling.
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This is my first story for many years, let me know any constructive comments as I'm keen to write more.
This story has a little bit of a backstory to it up front then quite quickly ramps up the heat to full on horniness.
Iriana and I had been married for ten years. Ten years of marriage came with its ups and downs, it was never a perfect fairytale as everyone hopes for, but there was love, always love.
We'd met soon after graduating college, I'd taken a year out before starting so we ended up leaving school at the same time. At first she was just the stunningly beautiful girl down the other end of the bar in the city I'd moved to for work, it honestly took me a few nights of seeing her there to gather up the courage to ask her out. My hesitation had been needless though as it turned out she was interested in me too, we got along like a house on fire and very quickly our relationship escalated.
It was only a year before we were married but we knew it was too early to start a family so we stayed in the city where our fun, young lifestyle was possible. Iriana moved jobs over the next few years before settling into a veterinary assistant role which she loved, meanwhile I'd gone straight out of college into a media publishing company and never left.
Eventually we decided it was about the right time to start a family and moved out of the city to a relatively upmarket neighbourhood in the suburbs, it wasn't a difficult transition as we still had great links into the city which I needed for work and the local area was very well equipped, not to mention one of Iri's best friends, Ella, moved to the same neighbourhood within a month of our moving.
Very shortly after we moved Iri got pregnant with our first child, Daisy, the pregnancy was pretty smooth and only brought us closer together. Iri made a few new friends with other prospective mothers as well as Sophie, a younger girl who worked part time at the community centre that held some of the pre-natal classes. Sophie also did some modelling work and Iri would shuttle her around for it on occasion.
Through all the ways our lives changed, despite the bickering and arguments that came with it we remained very close. Our marriage was never in doubt and once Daisy arrived we turned out to be a great parenting team. Iri did most of the dirty work since she stopped working and I brought in the money, but we still did our best to be fair in the parenting responsibilities and at finding occasional time for ourselves as a married couple, helped by the close proximity of our parents.
This started to change though shortly after the birth of our second child, Theo, a couple of years after Daisy. Iriana began to struggle with her body image. She hadn't returned to her pre-pregnancy body after Theo was born like she had with Daisy and this really brought her self confidence down. She would pinch at the fat around her waist and beat herself up about it. It was true of course that her body had changed, but in my eyes she was still beautiful, hot even, but that did nothing to reassure her. Over the next few months she withdrew physically from me completely, there was no desire for intimacy of any kind. I was understanding and respectful of how she felt as best I could be, naturally I still had urges but took care of them myself.
A few weeks later Ella and Sophie had come over to our house to check on Iriana and the new baby and told her that a new local gym had started a fitness program designed to help mothers to get back in shape in a healthy way. Iriana was immediately into it and told me when I got back from work that evening that she wanted to start up at the gym.
I thought this was a great idea, anything to help her body confidence was good in my books, I'd always been a regular at the gym since before college and really backed the benefits for mind and body.
Iriana was really excited, she spent the next few days making little jokes about how her butt would firm up for me and how incredibly snatched she'd be soon. I was just happy for the positivity this had brought her.
Iri started going to the class with Ella and Sophie there to support her, it was mostly a sort of yoga/pilates sort of thing so they could get involved too.
She didn't see much progress at first but stayed positive, often glowing about how brilliant the instructor, Tyson, was.
Over the next few months Iriana started to show more rapid progress. The excess from her middle dropped off, her face looked brighter and clearly her confidence was improving day by day. I was thrilled and continued to support her journey, making sure I was around to look after the kids when she had evening classes and constantly complimenting her body.
A couple of months in, one evening after getting home, I tried to initiate intimacy with Iri. She smiled as I stood behind her at our bathroom sink, running my hands slowly down her body.
"Not yet honey, I want to be perfect for you the next time we do anything, so you'll have to be patient, okay? You can just think of all the times we've done it before or watch porn or something, just pretend its me though " she said with a playful look.
This pattern continued for some time, Iri working on her body, looking even fitter than she had before our first child and having the confidence to match, but never accepted my advances. There was always more work to be done on her body, a slimmer waist or more toned ass. Over time it got harder to understand and I started to worry if we'd ever rekindle that spark that had burnt so brightly for so long. It wasn't just the physical disconnect but emotional too, Iri just didn't seem invested in me the same way as before and for the first time ever we grew distant.
I started to distract myself with my work, even earning a promotion with all the extra time I was putting in. That evening when I got home I told Iri we'd be going to a fancy restaurant to celebrate the good news.
She was thrilled for me and met me in the hall to leave for the dinner. Our regular babysitter was in the living room with me as I waited for Iri to emerge and let out a loud whistle at the sight of her. Iri was wearing a stunning deep red dress that hung on tiny straps and flowed down every curve of her body, gripping her ass and waist perfectly.
"Wow, you're an absolute knockout Mrs S." The babysitter said, her eyes drinking in Iri's figure.
"She's not wrong baby," I said, almost catching my breath as I stood up to greet her. The look was made complete by some tall, strappy black heels and matching red nail polish. "You look unbelievable."
"Well thanks honey, I've been waiting for an excuse to wear this and now I have one." Iri smiled at us both, clearly enjoying the very deserved attention.
"Well lets not waste any time," I declared and with a wave goodbye to the babysitter spirited my wife away to the restaurant.
Dinner was fantastic, from the delicate ambiance to the elegantly plated food and the delicious (and very expensive) wine. We had a great time, getting on better than we had in ages, Iri even complimenting me on the fit of my suit and how the shirt lined my muscles nicely.
I was very much looking forward to getting her home and into bed together, the combination of the occasion, the alcohol and that dress surely would result in something happening. We got home and I quickly paid the babysitter, then followed Iri upstairs to our room.
Unfortunately though this wasn't the moment to reignite the spark I was hoping for, Iri told me it wasn't the right time and we went to bed entirely unsatisfied.
I'd already had thoughts about if Iriana was up to something, but had dismissed it every time. After that evening though it got harder and harder to shake the feeling she was interested in someone else, or worse.
It was after this that I pretty much gave up on the chance we'd possibly ever be intimate again, as well as picking up more responsibility at work I started spending more time than I already did at my gym. Soon I realised how much more I was noticing other women and they were noticing me.
I had no intention of doing anything about it, that would just make me a huge hypocrite, but the feeling was nice and a little light flirting while passing in the hallways went a long way to the lost feeling of being desired. Anything more than that though was a line I never even considered crossing.
A couple more months passed in this way with no sign of improving. Around a year in I'd had a pretty usual day, it started with dropping the kids off with their grandparents for a couple of days before work, they'd offered to give us a rest which we were happy to take them up on, plus Daisy loved being spoiled by them anyway.
Work that day was mostly client meetings until in the early afternoon one had pulled out of a consultation which left me with nothing to do. Usually I'd stick around at work and find something to occupy myself with, but the draw of a quiet home to relax in was too strong. I figured Iri would likely be out too so I'd have no interruptions to a bit of unwinding.
I pulled up at home and was surprised to see my wife and her friend Sophie's car on the driveway. It obviously wasn't going to be the peace and quiet I'd hoped for. I grabbed my work bag and headed inside, the front door was slightly ajar and I heard voices coming from the living room.
"Okay girls, we'd better get out of here," a voice that I was pretty sure belonged to Sophie said.
"Impatient to go see Tyson are we?" a different voice teased back.
"Oh shut up Ella, anyway who wouldn't want to go lay their eyes on him, Iri thinks so too, don't you Iri," Sophie said, giggling.
"I mean yeah, I won't deny it, he is straight up sexy!" The reply from my wife made me stop in my tracks, just outside the open door.
"I mean obviously you think that, especially after the last few sessions. I definitely noticed Tyson's hands lingering on your hips and thighs Iri, and I don't think your form needed that much correcting," Sophie said as a matter of fact.
"Damn, I didn't realise you noticed." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this pretty much confirmed the suspicions I'd had before, I felt stupid for not realising it would be her gym instructor.
"Wait really, that's true?" Ella asked, her voice dripping with intrigue.
"Well I am Tyson's favourite student of course." The three women laughed. "Last time I felt his hot breath against my neck and ugh. It made me want to do things girls." Sophie giggled and made an appreciative noise.
"I am always thinking of doing things to him, at least I'm actually single. Just talking about this gets me excited." More laughter followed and I decided I couldn't listen any longer.
Without really knowing what I was going to do I walked into the living room and turned to face the three women. I took in the sight of them, preparing myself before speaking.
Iriana was wearing one of her favourite gym sets, a dark grey sports bra that showed off her 32C boobs and toned midriff and a matching pair of leggings that hugged her newly firm ass tight, leaving very little to the imagination. Her long blonde hair was already tied up in a ponytail ready for the gym. Ella was seated beside Iri on the sofa and was also in her gym gear. Her's was a red sports bra, not as low cut as Iri's but her 32DD boobs were hard to hide, with a pair of lycra looking short shorts that I was sure would ride up her considerably full ass with little effort. Ella was definitely on the pale side but it suited her well, her deep brown hair flowing in it's naturally wavy state down her back, not yet readied for physical activity like my wife's.
Sophie sat across from the other two with the sofas arranged in a U shape, her attire was probably the most fashionable. A warm yellow vest over a white sports bra complemented her tanned skin excellently, her frame was the tallest and slimmest of the three women, long legs were wrapped in three-quarter length leggings. Her hair was styled in a choppy sort of bob so wouldn't need tying up like the other's.
I paused behind the empty couch at the front of the room, my eyes eventually focussing on my wife.
"Hey." I said simply, trying to keep my cool and talk as little as possible. "You all going somewhere?"
The shock at my early arrival home was evident on Iri's face, her eyes shuffling around for a moment before responding.
"Oh James, you startled me! Well, uh, yes but we were just hanging out."
Sophie smirked "Yeahh if you mean daydreaming out how hot Tyson is," she declared, as unfiltered as ever. Ella shot a shocked glare at Sophie but she was undeterred.
I watched Iriana try to compose herself, her cheeks flushing and giving away her guilt. "Well, um, not quite like that, we were just talking about how its nice to feel attractive after all the time we spend at the gym."
Hearing her try to deflect from what was blatantly obvious seemed to flick a switch inside me, an overwhelming urge to out the truth came over me.
"Oh honey, I completely understand." I say overly calmly "Feeling attrative is important, I happen to know some lovely female attendants at my gym who always step up to make me feel that way too... although perhaps not quite like this Tyson guy does for you by the sounds of it." I stared into Iri's blue eyes as the words spill out of my mouth, watching them widen as the look of surprise spreads across her face like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. The whole atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Iri stammered. "Tyson is just an instructor, that's all."
Sophie let out a soft laugh, quickly glancing up at me and away. "Well he is definitely down bad for you girl."
Ella nodded subtly. "Sophie's right Iri, honestly, he can barely keep his hands off you."
Iri shook her head, her eyes downcast, unable to meet my gaze as her friends fessed up. "You can't talk, I hardly think it's appropriate to be talking about your little gym bunnies in front of my friends."
"Excuse me?" I said, incredulous. "So it's fine for the three of you to giggle and whisper about Tyson's lingering hands and how much you love it, but I can't mention the hot women in my gym? Seems a bit hypocritcal to me honey."
Iri's eyes flashed with anger at my retort, but a hint of guilt lingered on her face just a moment longer.
"I don't love it, he's just doing his job and correcting my form!"
"Iri really, he is clearly into you and you know it, there is more there than just your form." Sophie said softly, her tune certainly changed from the encouraging giggles earlier as she glanced back at forth at me.
Silence hung in the room for a beat before Ella broke it.
"Maybe you should take a break from the gym for a bit Iri, so nothing goes too far." Ella was often the friend Iri went to for sensible advice, I raised my brows and waited patiently for her reply.
"What? No way, I've worked too hard to get back in shape to quit now." Iri turned towards me. "Baby, you have to believe me, nothing is going on with Tyson I swear." she said, pleading, but her voice was shaky and lacked conviction.
I paused for a second, contemplating how differently this was going to the chilled afternoon off I was looking forward to. Iri's denial and defensiveness even in the face of admissions from her own friends had riled me up and I couldn't let it go.
"It's true you look unreal and worked hard for it, but you've looked like this for months and you're still not ready for me, so I got bored of waiting for your attention. At least now I know why you didn't want me, your attention has clearly been distracted." I said firmly, challenging Iri to further deny what was obviously true. The temperature in the room rose as Iriana was faced with the unbridled truth, my heart was racing as I watched her process everything.
"That's not true, I was working hard to get in shape for you, not anyone else. For us." Her words fell flat, she looked on the brink of tears. "I'd never ignore you for someone else, it's only you that I want." Iri stared up at me.
I can't explain why I then said what I did, my mind was racing a million miles an hour and on some level I needed to put this to bed one way or another. I shrugged, looking from face to face before landing on Iri. "Well then, prove it," I said finally. "Come over here right now and show me how much you've missed me."
Iri was taken aback by my unusually brash demand, Sophie nodded encouragingly at her but she hesitated.
I doubled down, knowing this would determine the outcome of our relationship forever. "I have always told you how great you look and how the effort is showing in your body, so don't tell me you were only getting in shape for me. I have wanted you for ages, its you who has been putting it off... so come fix that now and prove it's not about someone else."
She took a deep breath and nodded, seemingly to herself, like an acceptance of her actions. She rose from the sofa and walked over to me. "You're right." She tentatively reached out, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I have been distracted lately, and I wasn't honest with you. I didn't mean to put any distance between us, but that's all over now." Iri looked into my eyes, and I saw the desire that had been missing for so long in hers.
She brushed her lips softly against mine. "Let me make it up to you baby." She said breathily.
It was my turn to hesitate for a moment, before a huge wave of emotion flooded through me that we might actually make up and get through this. I responded to her kiss with growing passion, my hands sliding down to her hips and gripping possessively, pulling her as close as possible.
After so long of not even touching, let alone this, the heat between us grew like a wildfire, the feeling almost like we'd had when we first met. I ran my hands lower, feeling her new firm ass for the first time. "This is where your hips belong, in my hands, not his." I said gruffly, momentarily breaking away from her lips.
She could feel the evidence of my arousal pressing against her stomach, which served only to spur her on.
"You're right." She agreed, nipping playfully at my lower lip. "All of this belongs in your hands only." She smiled and stepped back from me, turning around slowly and granting me a great view of her legging clad ass. Looking back at me over her shoulder a sultry look spread over her face, Iri reached back and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. "I'll show you how much I've missed you." She practically purred as she shimmied out of her leggings.
I was nearly awestruck as Iri teased me. "You look amazing, Iriana baby." I said softly. It was only at this point that I looked up at Sophie and Ella who are sitting on the couch smiling and nodding. I smiled back, grateful they came forward with honesty that got us to this point.
Iri's cheeks flushed with pride and arousal at my compliment. Slowly, sensually, she peeled off her leggings, revealing the skimpy thong underneath. The thin fabric left little to the imagination, clinging to her curves like a second skin. I pushed away any thoughts of why she was wearing such a sexy thong, instead focussing on finally getting the intimacy we'd lacked for so long.
Turning back around to face me, Iriana hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the thong and began to slide it down over her hips. My eyes were fixed on her every move, drinking in the sight of her newly toned figure and the confidence that came with showing it off, like I'd never seen before.
When the thong reached mid-thigh, Iriana paused and looked up at me through lowered lashes. "Do you like what you see?" she asked huskily.
"Fuck, baby, yes. You look absolutely incredible." My eyes roamed around her toned legs, her sculpted ass and noticeably wet pussy. I took half a step closer, reaching out running a thumb seductively over her lips and down her chin. Our energy was charged with a craving that we'd never experienced before, a surprising possessiveness coming over me which Iri seemed to respond to eagerly.
Iriana's breath hitched as trailed my thumb over her lower lip. She parted her lips slightly at my touch, allowing the tip of my thumb to slip inside. My breath hitched. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the digit teasingly.
"Mmmm" she hummed, "you taste good." Iri slowly withdrew from my touch and licked her lips provocatively. "But I bet you taste even better elsewhere."
She reached out to palm the now obvious bulge in my pants, squeezing gently. "Is this all for me?" she almost growled.
I groaned softly at Iriana's touch, my hips instinctively pressing into her hand. "Fuck... all for you. God you have no idea how many times I've thought about taking you again like this over the last year."
Iri seemed to slow down for a moment, I hadn't meant to, but perhaps the longing in my voice touched a nerve about our non-existent intimacy. A split second and slight shake of the head later she continued, palming my cock more firmly.
"I can't wait to get those sexy legs wrapped around me baby, while I fill your tight pussy. Watching you carve out this body has turned me on so many times." I said, encuragingly. As I cast my gaze over her bare legs and ass I noticed Sophie and Ella had congregated on the same sofa now and were watching intently while whispering to each other. I gave them a smile but before I could ask what they were talking about Iri distracted me by rubbing her hand up my bulge. She dropped her thong to the floor and turned around, making her way down to her knees which gave me a great view of her boobs in the low cut sports bra.
"Let me take care of this for you." She said, making quick work of my belt and fly, freeing my erection from the confines of my boxers.
"Oh my god," Ella gasped from across the room, apparently unable to keep that particular reaction to a whisper. Iri wrapped a hand delicately around the base of my shaft while slowly licking up the underside. I noticed Sophie dramatically fanning herself as the two accidental voyeurs took in my manhood.
Iri's tongue dragged up my shaft before flicking repeatedly over my tip. She always had incredible oral skills, apparently they hadn't been forgotten despite the lack of practice. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as the teasing of her tongue was replaced by her lips taking my tip inside and sucking softly. I pulled off my shirt as Iri serviced my tip, the build up of heat in the room so literal that I was sweating.
For some reason, being topless made me suddenly more conscious of the two women on the sofa, even though my dick was out in all its sizeable glory already. I glanced up at Ella and Sophie who had both shuffled closer on the sofa and were displaying no awkwardness at all, Sophie even catching my eye.
Iri started to work her way down my cock, each new depth bringing a wave of intense pleasure. As she neared the base her lips were stretched around my girth, struggling with the size but persevering like she'd always done before and I knew she wouldn't stop until I was buried entirely inside her.
"Don't forget to get your bra off honey, I want to appreciate all of your body." I said, my breathing getting more laboured and my voice husky. At that very moment Iri bottomed out on my cock, my length swallowed by her throat. Without missing a beat and letting her throat relax Iri slipped off her bra, her ever perky boobs falling out, nipples already standing at attention. She slid off my cock, leaving a trail of saliva behind as she finished stripping off. I looked into her eyes from above, the sight of my wet cock above her face almost obscene.
"Holy shit, he's huge," I heard Sophie say to Ella who was nodding firmly in agreement. The compliment went straight to my head, building a desire to show off. Iriana and I had always had a pretty adventurous sex life, and this whole situation was right up there, so part of me didn't like the idea we'd been judged to be boring just because of the dry spell.
I reached out and took Iri's hair into my grip, guiding her lips back onto my cock, wasting no time sliding into her throat. I started to thrust, feeling her tongue swirl and flick as I repeatedly filled her throat. Her stifled moans spurring me on as I increased the pace.
"Fuck your lips look so good honey, you're really being a good girl for me," I said groaning ever louder, sliding easily down her throat with each thrust.
Iri moaned as I used her mouth, her lips swollen in the best way as they glided over my cock.
"Mmm I love sucking this big dick," Iri purred, slipping me out her mouth with a loud pop. "But right now I need to feel you fuck me with it. Hard," she said, looking up at me. She stood and turned to face the back of the sofa, bending over it and presenting me with her dripping wet pussy. I needed no convincing, her firm ass high in the air and it had never looked so inviting. I pulled my trousers and underwear down to my ankles and kicked them away, moving behind Iri and lining my cock up with her entrance. From this angle I am facing right at Sophie and Ella, Ella fanned herself with her hand as they watched me tease Iri with my tip.
"Fuck baby, I love hearing how desperate you are for my cock." I ran my hands over her toned ass, giving it a firm spank and watching her boobs jiggle in response. "You're being a naughty little cockslut, begging me in front of your friends." I looked up at them and winked before thrusting forward sharply, burying myself deep inside Iri's warm, wet pussy. She gripped me tightly and I let out a loud groan, adjusting to the feeling of being inside her after so long before pulling out entirely and slamming back into her. She cried out in pleasure, I watched as her lips stretched around my girth and began pumping hard, gripping her toned back to lever her body into my thrusts.
"Ohh god yes!" She cried out. "I've missed this, please fuck me harder."
Her encouragement spurred me on, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing around the room as our moans grew ever louder. I heard a different noise and looked up to see Ella biting her lip and squirming in her seat, clearly trying to hold herself back. Sophie was typically less shy, licking her lips and openly starting at my torso as it flexed with each powerful thrust.
"Damn, he's fucking her like a jackhammer," Sophie muttered to Ella with a quick glance at her friend sat beside her. "You're not fooling anyone girl, you're totally turned on by this."
Ella's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, she didn't bother arguing with the undeniable truth.
I groaned deeply as Iri's pussy clamped me tightly. I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back and wrapping an arm around her, grabbing her bouncing breasts in one hand whilst my other slipped between her body and the sofa to gently circle her clit.
"Fuck you feel so good baby, I'm going to fill you up all night, I've been waiting for so long for this." I pulled and flicked over her nipples under my fingers as I continued to pound her, placing my lips beside her ears and asked in a husky tone "Now tell me wife, who does this pussy belong to?"
Iriana shuddered and moaned from my added stimulations and threw her head back to answer me.
"Oh fuck.. oh fuck... it's yours baby! It's all yours!" She said gasping and panting heavily.
Sophie smirked at Iri's wanton display of desire and submission.
"Damn right it's his," she said to Ella with an affirmative nod. "Look at how hard he's making her cum."
Ella blushed again, her chest rising and falling heavily as she stumbled out an agreement "Y-yes, I think he owns her."
I couldn't help but grin widely at overhearing Iri's friends, the knowledge that our actions were turning them on was thrilling.
"That's right baby, it's mine. You know it, your friends know it and Tyson will know it too when I send you to your next class with my cum still inside you." I smirked back at Sophie, noticing a definite dark patch appeared on her leggings. I thrusted harder, feeling the sensation of Iri's pussy getting wetter and clenching me tightly. It was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, as if nothing and everything had changed.
Iri screamed out suddenly, her climax building rapidly until only seconds later her moans turned to ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy convulsing wildly on my cock.
"OH FUCK... I'm cumming!" she cried out, her body bucking just as her pussy did.
Ella gasped softly, I noted her thighs squeezing together as she watched me bring her friend to orgasm, my thrusts unrelenting as my own orgasm got closer. Watching Iri cum so hard for me, after having given up ever expecting us to be intimate again sent my brain into overdrive. I'd not felt sexual highs like this since we first explored each other in our youth, if at all. This and my own impending orgasm had me feeling more bold than ever before.
"Looks like you two are enjoying the show." I said, openly addressing Sophie and Ella's already obvious voyeurism. I looked down and saw Iriana had rode out her orgasm and was now working her hips back in time with my thrusts, her ass slapped against me each time. "Oh baby I know you want to take my seed with this greedy pussy." I said, Iri nodding enthusiastically in reply, unable to bring words forth.
I looked up again at her friends, as they hadn't reacted badly to my previous comment, I went a step further. "Why don't you two come back here and watch properly as I fill my wife up?" I said, grunting and gasping. I removed my hands from Iri's breasts and pussy, instead gripping her firm ass and spreading it for a better view.
Ella and Sophie looked at each other, just before I thought that perhaps I'd gone a step too far Ella slowly rose from her seat, still looking at Sophie. Not one to be beaten to the punch, Sophie then smiled confidently and sprang up, immediately navigating around the sofa to my right side only a couple of steps away. Ella, more cautiously despite having stood up first, came around to my other side, still biting her lip the whole time.
I looked at them both and smiled before returning my attention to Iri, making sure I kept her ass cheeks spread for her friends to see my cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy.
Iri moaned without embarrassment, pushing back to meet each powerful thrust. "Fuck... yes baby, fill me up with your cum," she stammered out. With our audience's eyes fixed on where our bodies were joined I looked back at them with a cocky grin.
"Watch closely you two."
Iriana let out a strangled cry as her second orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. "OH FUCK I'm cumming again!!" she screamed.
Sophie and Ella watched in rapt attention, their eyes glued to the sight of my thick shaft pistoning in and out of Iriana's spasming pussy. They could see every detail, the way her pink lips stretched obscenely around my now throbbing girth and the way my heavy balls swung with each thrust.
I grunted and gripped her hips bruisingly tight and slammed into her one last time before throwing my head back.
"Fuck baby I'm giving it all to you." I gasped as I started to cum.
Thick ropes of hot seed pumped deep into Iri's clenching hole, flooding it with so much cum it couldn't be contained. Sophie and Ella watched, transfixed, as my cock pulsed and throbbed inside their friend's pussy, whose thighs were already dripping with my cum.
Iriana moaned weakly as she felt me explode inside her, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She collapsed, folded in half over the back of the sofa, utterly spent.
Iriana lay there panting, my softening cock still buried deep inside her. I stood over her, both our minds reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
Eventually I had the awareness to look back, Sophie and Ella were both flushed and breathing heavily themselves. I slowly slid out of Iri, a loud popping noise following and a sudden flood of cum after that. Sophie licked her lips hungrily as her eyes drifted from Iri's messy pussy to eye up my naked body when I turned to them.
"Damn girl," Sophie said to Iriana with a smirk. "I always knew you were a freak! That was fucking hot." Her eyes turned to Iri, whose body was even sweatier than she had seen in the gym locker rooms.
Ella nodded in agreement. "I can't believe how much he filled you up," she remarked breathlessly.
I grinned, more to myself than anyone else, while I gave Iriana's hips a firm but loving caress, trying to put across the whirlwind of feelings that flooded through me in that small gesture.
"There's plenty more where that came from." I said with an air of arrogance. Perhaps the enthusiastic audience and very, very long time since a release like that had gone to my head.
Iriana blushed furiously at my emboldened words, still trying to process everything that had just happened. She looked bewildered, as if she couldn't quite believe this had all happened, or how much she'd enjoyed it.
I stepped back towards her and slowly helped her back upright, one arm supporting around her waist. I leant in and softly kissed her neck.
"Never again will we go through this, distance, between us." I said, looking into her eyes. "Or go this long without fucking either." I said with a soft laugh, Iri giving me a playful pout in reply. I walked her round to the front of the sofa and helped her sit before looking back at Sophie and Ella.
"Sorry, it looks we got you two pretty worked up too, but you've not had any sort of satisfaction." I glanced indicatively at the wet patches that had now emerged on both of their leggings.