Page 41 of Jealous Wife
Everything inside her clenched and contracted suddenly, before releasing. Her body jerked and shuddered as the contactless, spontaneous orgasm rolled through her, her whole body spasming uncontrollably.
Ragged, rough gasps escaped through the panties in her mouth as she struggled to breathe through the intense orgasm. It kept on going, rolling through her whole body until her legs were completely soaked in her own juices. Rollo sighed gently, leaving his cock inside Zoey as he filled her up.
When he finally pulled out of Zoey, Ava was quivering where she stood. Her knees were wobbling and her legs could hardly keep her standing upright. She felt dizzy and weak, but in a good way. All those weeks of waiting were finally over. She’d seen it. She’d gotten everything she’d wanted, and more.
Instead of moving away as she’d expected, Rollo and Zoey stayed on the bed together, cuddled in each other’s arms. Both of them were glowing, their skin equally covered in sweat. Rollo allowed his fingers to trace the shape of Zoey’s jaw as his eyes looked deeply into hers.
Ava knew she had to stay there until she was told otherwise. Watching them touching each other with their naked bodies pressed together only made her more turned on. They were done already, tenderly touching each other as they relaxed, but Ava just wanted more. A quiet whisper escaped through the panties in her mouth, and Zoey’s head snapped around to see Ava, still standing there.
Her arms were burning and her legs were weak, shaking as she tried to keep herself standing. Zoey ripped herself away from Rollo’s grasp and strutted over to Ava. Her naked body was glistening as she walked. Her large breasts bounced, her nipples erect. When she was standing opposite Ava, she lifted her arms to untie Ava’s hands and threw the tie to the floor.
Ava could barely look her in the eyes. She kept her head down, her eyes looking at her own bright red toes. They were numb from the cold, tingling a little through the skin. She felt warm hands reach around on either side of her neck, then Zoey’s deft fingers started to untie the knot at the back of Ava’s head.
Finally, she had some relief. The panties were soaked. They fell out of her mouth and to the floor, landing with a horrible wet sound as they slapped against the wood. Ava breathed in deeply through her mouth and closed her jaw, feeling it ache from being forced open so long.
Zoey’s right arm bent down, two of her fingers extended. Shock rolled through Ava as she saw the teenager’s fingers heading straight for her pussy. Before she knew it, Zoey’s fingers were stuffed inside her. Ava’s breaths got caught in her throat as she struggled to breathe. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Zoey’s fingers moving inside of her.
“You like that, don’t you?” Zoey whispered.
Zoey started moving her fingers faster. A wet sloshing sound filled the air. Ava’s pussy was soaked and red-hot, desperate for a good dicking.
“You like the way he fucks me and ignores you, don’t you?” Zoey whispered. “You love it. You live for it.”
Ava groaned. This was the most human contact she’d had in weeks. She held her breath and pressed her lips together as she tried not to cum. She’d promised Rollo she wouldn’t, and she’d already had one involuntary orgasm right there, in their bedroom.
“You like it,” Zoey whispered, moving her mouth to Ava’s ear. “You like the way it feels to be neglected. You like watching your husband fucking other girls, don’t you?”
Ava couldn’t reply. Blood had rushed down to her pussy, making it throb harder than it ever had before.
“Cum for me,” Zoey whispered, her lips brushing against Ava’s earlobe.
Zoey brushed her thumb against Ava’s clitoris. That was all it took. A thundering, hot bolt of electricity rushed through Ava’s body as the orgasm took hold of her muscles. Her whole body was out of her control as it shivered and shook.
Zoey ripped her fingers out of Ava’s pussy and stepped away. Ava couldn’t hold herself up any longer. She fell to her knees in front of the teenager, shivering as the orgasm continued to grip her entire body.
Just as she’d predicted, there was a small puddle of her juices on the floor where she’d been standing and leaking as she had watched them fucking.
“You won’t be fucking your husband anymore,” Zoey said sternly, staring down at the pathetic mess on the floor. “The only contact you’ll have with him is through me.”
Zoey went to Ava’s pile of clothes and picked up the blouse on the floor, crinkled and covered in creases. She wiped her fingers clean on the blouse, ignoring Ava’s whimpers and moans.
“I’m going to be staying here from now on,” Zoey said. “I’m going to take your place in the master bedroom.”
Zoey paused and looked over her shoulder at Ava.
“You can sleep on the floor,” Zoey continued. “But, more importantly, your job will be to prepare me for Rollo.”
Ava looked up then, barely able to hold her head up. “Prepare you for what?”
“Our fuck sessions,” Zoey said. “And you’ll be tasked with cleaning me up once we’re done.”
“Cleaning you up?” Ava asked, her voice rasping.
There was no need to ask what she meant, though. Zoey got back onto the bed and spread out, opening her thighs wide to reveal her soaked, cum-filled pussy. Ava looked straight at it, admiring the way it looked, as she wondered what the hell she was up to.
“Clean me out,” Zoey instructed her. “With your mouth.”
Ava gulped. Her stomach muscles clenched as she looked at the cum slowly dripping out of Zoey’s cunt. She got to her knees and crawled across the bedroom floor, unable to stand up. She knelt at the edge of the bed, feeling the wood bite into her knees painfully.