I'm laid out across my bed, my chest heaving as I slowly stroke myself, waiting for Sirre.
The room is dark save for a sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains, casting long shadows across the familiar contours of our bedroom.
My mind reels, still processing the incredible scenes I've witnessed tonight. Sirre, my beautiful wife, taken again and again by Asaf's impressive manhood. Her cries of ecstasy echo in my ears, a symphony of pleasure that both thrills and torments me.
My cock throbs painfully, achingly hard from hours of edging. After my second explosive release, I'd decided to hold back, to keep myself on the brink of orgasm as I watched Sirre and Asaf's marathon session. The thought of my wife being thoroughly fucked while I remained flaccid felt wrong somehow, so I teased myself mercilessly, bringing myself to the edge time and time again without allowing release.
Now, as I lie here alone, my arousal has reached a fever pitch. My shaft stands at attention, angry and red, begging for the climax I've denied it for so long.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. Sirre pushes through, her silhouette framed in the doorway.
Sirre stands there completely naked, her coat dangling loosely from one hand. Her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat. Her auburn hair is wild and tousled. But it's her eyes that truly captivate me, those emerald orbs I know so well are now dark and feral, burning with an intensity I've never seen before. There's a primal hunger in her gaze, a manic energy that sends a shiver down my spine.
With a low growl, Sirre tosses her coat aside. It lands in a crumpled heap on the floor, forgotten. Her eyes lock onto mine, then drift lower, zeroing in on my painfully erect cock. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
In an instant, Sirre is moving. She crosses the room in a blur of creamy skin and flowing hair, her movements fluid and purposeful like a lioness stalking her prey. Before I can react, she pounces, leaping onto the bed and straddling my hips in one smooth motion.
I gasp as I feel the heat of her core hovering just above my aching member. Despite hours of vigorous lovemaking with Asaf, Sirre's pussy is dripping wet, her arousal evident in the slick warmth that brushes against my sensitive tip.
"Momma needs her prize," Sirre purrs, her voice breathy and raw. Without warning, she sinks down onto me, taking my entire length in one swift movement.
A guttural moan escapes her lips as she engulfs me. The sensation of her wet pussy surrounding me is overwhelming after hours of denial. Her inner walls clench around me, squeezing and pulsing in a maddening rhythm.
The moment Sirre's pussy takes me to the base, I lose all control. The dam breaks, and a long-awaited orgasm crashes over me with the force of a tidal wave. My back arches off the bed, my hands gripping Sirre's hips with bruising force as I erupt inside her.
Sirre smiles down at me, her emerald eyes glowing with a mix of triumph and adoration as I buck wildly beneath her. My hips jerk upwards uncontrollably, driving my cock even deeper into her welcoming heat.
"That's it, that's my good boy," Sirre coos, her voice dripping with affection. "Cum for your loving, devoted wife."
Her words seem to unlock something primal within me. A scream tears from my throat as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me. My vision goes white as I empty myself into Sirre's hungry womb.
My entire body trembles with the force of it, muscles clenching and unclenching as I pump rope after rope of hot cum deep inside my wife.
Sirre's lips land on mine. Her tongue dances with mine in a passionate tango, our mouths moving together in perfect harmony. Between heated breaths, she whispers against my lips, her voice filled with reverence.
"I love you," she breathes, the words a sacred mantra. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
My heart swells with emotion, threatening to burst from my chest. Despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body, I manage to gasp out a response.
"I love you too," I pant, my voice raw and hoarse. "God, Sirre, I love you so much."
As my climax finally ebbs, I realize I'm almost completely out of breath. Sirre looks at me with that feral glint in her eyes, her chest heaving from our passionate encounter. "Is my husband all done for the night?" she purrs, her voice laced with sarcasm.
I manage to catch my breath enough to gasp out, "I think so."
Sirre's composure suddenly cracks, her eyes filling with a volatile mixture of love and malice. She leans forward, her hand wrapping possessively around my skull. Her fingers dig into my scalp, nails scraping against skin in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
"Oh honey," she purrs, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness, "your lovely wife got so aroused watching you slither in agony that she almost rushed to you mid-fuck. However, I held out for your pleasure."
A smile spreads across her face, but it's not the warm, loving expression I'm used to. This smile is predatory, manic in its intensity. Her emerald eyes seem to glow in the dim light of our bedroom, pupils dilated with a primal hunger.
"It's Momma's turn now," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
Suddenly, I feel a surge of energy coursing through my body. It starts where Sirre's hand grips my skull, a tingling sensation that quickly grows into a raging inferno of magical power. The energy races down my spine, spreading through my limbs like liquid fire.
My body coils involuntarily as the magic reaches my groin. In an instant, my spent member springs back to life.
Sirre throws her head back and laughs, a wild, unrestrained sound that echoes off the walls of our bedroom.
"Oh, my darling husband," she cackles, her eyes dancing with mischief and desire, "we're just getting started."
Sirre's hips begin to move, her pussy sliding up and down my newly engorged shaft. Her inner walls, already slick with my previous release, grip me tightly as she rides me with increasing fervor. Each downward stroke fills the room with a wet sloshing sound. The magic amplifies every sensation to an almost unbearable degree.
"Oh god," I gasp, my hands gripping her hips as she moves above me.
Sirre leans forward, her hands cupping my face tenderly. The contrast between her gentle touch and the frenzied movement of her hips is dizzying. Her thumbs stroke my cheeks as she looks into my eyes.
"I'm sorry, my love," she pants, her voice breathy with exertion. "I started working on this spell when I thought you weren't attracted to me."
A pang of guilt shoots through me at her words, quickly overwhelmed by another wave of intense pleasure as she grinds down particularly hard. I try to form words to reassure her, but all that comes out is a guttural moan.
Sirre smiles a wicked gleam in her eye. She leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she continues to ride me relentlessly. "Turns out you just love to watch your wife get fucked."
Her words send a fresh surge of arousal through me. I feel another climax building, the pressure intense and overwhelming. "Oh god, Sirre, I'm going to cum again!" I yell, my voice hoarse and desperate.
But Sirre just laughs a wild, unhinged sound. "Sorry, not yet," she purrs. "The spell gives me complete control of your cock, honey."
The need for release is maddening, like an itch I can't scratch. Every nerve ending is on fire, screaming for climax, but it remains just out of reach. I feel like I'm losing my mind, drowning in pleasure with no release in sight.
With a growl, I grab Sirre's hips and flip us over, pinning her to the bed. My body moves of its own accord, driven by primal need. I hover over her, panting heavily, my eyes wild and unfocused.
Sirre chuckles, a sound of pure delight. "Yes, Orth," she moans. "Ravish me, stain me, make the world know I'm yours, and yours alone!"
Her words unlock something feral within me. I start jackhammering into her, my hips pistoning at a frenzied pace.
I groan and moan uncontrollably, the feeling of not being able to cum driving me to the brink of madness. It's an exquisite torture, like a sneeze you can never let out.
Sirre writhes beneath me, her nails raking down my back. Her emerald eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the dim light. "That's it," she pants. "Use me, fuck me, claim me!"
I redouble my efforts, driving into her with all my strength. The headboard slams rhythmically against the wall, the bed creaking in protest beneath us. I'm vaguely aware that I'm babbling incoherently, a stream of pleas and curses falling from my lips.
"Please," I beg. "Please, Sirre, I need.. I need to cum."
She smiles wickedly, her emerald eyes glittering with mischief. "Not yet, my love," she purrs, her voice husky with desire.
I groan in frustration, my hips never ceasing their relentless pace. The magical energy continues to course through me, keeping me achingly hard but denying me release. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.
Suddenly, Sirre's body goes stiff beneath me. Her back vaults off the bed, pressing her breasts against my chest. A scream of pure ecstasy tears from her throat as her climax crashes over her.
"Oh fuck! Orth! I love you!" she wails, her voice raw and primal.
Her inner walls clench around me rhythmically, pulsing and squeezing my overstimulated cock. The sensation is maddening, driving me to thrust even harder, desperate for my own release.
Sirre's orgasm seems to go on forever, her body convulsing with an intensity I've never witnessed before. Her eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as her climax claims her.
Through it all, I manage to gasp out, "Sirre, I love you!" The words feel inadequate to express the depth of emotion surging through me, but it's all I can manage in my frenzied state.
As her climax begins to subside, the need for release is overwhelming, consuming every fiber of my being. "Please," I beg, my voice cracking with desperation. "Please let me cum!"
Sirre pulls close, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She smiles warmly, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief and love. Her fingers trace delicate patterns on my sweat-slicked skin as she whispers, "You can cum when you tell me how it felt watching your wife get stretched out by a much bigger cock."
I wince at her words, a confusing mixture of arousal and shame washing over me. The memory of Asaf's impressive member disappearing into Sirre's willing body flashes through my mind, sending a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my painfully hard cock.
Sirre's eyes grow hungrier at my reaction, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of green remains. "Tell me," she purrs, her breath hot against my ear. "Tell me how it felt, my love."
I groan, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body and the emotions warring in my heart.
"It was..." I begin, my voice hoarse and trembling. "It was incredible."
Sirre's eyes light up, a predatory gleam shining in their depths. "Go on," she urges, her hips beginning to move again, grinding against me in slow, torturous circles.
I gasp at the renewed friction, my mind reeling. "Watching you take him... witnessing your pleasure, Sirre, it was the most arousing thing I've ever seen."
Sirre's eyes sparkle with delight at my words, a slow, sensuous smile spreading across her flushed face. Her fingers trail up my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake before tangling in my sweat-dampened hair.
"Now," she purrs, her voice low, "tell me you love me and give me a kiss, honey."
"Sirre," I breathe, my voice thick with adoration, "I love you. I am devoted to you. You are my goddess."
I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Our mouths move together in perfect harmony, tongues dancing in a sensual tango. I pour every ounce of love and devotion I feel for her into the kiss, trying to convey with actions what words could never fully express.
Sirre responds with equal fervor, her lips molding to mine as if they were made for each other.
As we kiss, I feel something shift within me. The magical energy that has been coursing through my body seems to pulse and throb, building to a crescendo.
Suddenly, it's as if I've been unchained. The pleasure that has been building within me washes over me like a deluge. My climax hits so hard that I let out another primal scream from my throat that's muffled by Sirre's lips.
I am flooded with ecstasy, each pulse of my release feeling more powerful than the last. I can feel myself losing consciousness as I unload into Sirre. My hips jerk uncontrollably as I spray her insides full of hot cum.
As my orgasm finally begins to subside, Sirre separates from our passionate kiss. Her emerald eyes lock onto mine.
"I really am madly in love with you, Orth," Sirre whispers, her voice filled with raw emotion.
I try to respond, to tell her how much I love her too, but I'm too breathless, too overwhelmed by the intensity of my climax and the depth of my feelings for this incredible woman. My chest heaves as I gulp in air, my body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
Exhausted but blissfully happy, I let my head fall forward, burying my face in the soft warmth of Sirre's breasts. The familiar scent of her perfume mingles with the musky aroma of sex, creating an intoxicating blend that makes my head spin.
Sirre's hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, her fingers gently carding through my sweat-dampened hair. "Yes, baby," she coos, her voice low and soothing. "Come to Momma."
I nuzzle deeper into her embrace, feeling safe and loved in the cocoon of her arms. My body feels boneless, like a lamp with no oil.
Sirre's chest vibrates against my cheek as she speaks again, her tone playful yet laden with promise. "I hope you have a few more rounds in you, Orth, because I'm not done with you yet."
I groan, the sound muffled against her soft skin. "I'll die," I mumble, only half-joking.
"I'll make sure you don't," she purrs, her voice dripping with sensual promise. "Trust Momma, my love. I'll take care of you."