a masturbator wrote:
I’d always fantasized about watching Mona with other men
a story by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by a chronic masturbator
I’d always fantasized about watching Mona with other men, but the afternoon in question set a new benchmark for my perversions. It was the second night of our vacation on the island, and we’d met the twins at the hotel bar—a pair of sun-kissed, perpetually grinning athletes named Derek and Devon. They were barely 22, college swimmers on a celebratory trip, their bodies carved into hard, youthful perfection by years of chlorine and thrust. Mona zeroed in on them before I even noticed. Something about the symmetry of their faces, the careless vitality, the way their shoulders filled out their t-shirts. They flirted with her as if it was an Olympic event, tag-teaming the compliments, occasionally finishing each other’s sentences.
I watched all of this, my own arousal a slow, sticky burn behind the eyes, even as I played the role of amused, tolerant husband. The twins’ eagerness was almost cartoonish, their cocks already outlined and tenting their shorts before the second round of drinks. Mona was in rare form—laughing too loud, touching their arms, letting her skirt ride high on her thighs. By the time we stumbled back to our bungalow, the sexual momentum was a runaway train; there was no subtlety left, no plausible deniability. Mona marched into the suite, stripped to her bra and panties in the middle of the living room, and dared them to keep up.
They did.
The twins practically tackled her onto the sofa, four hands pawing at her, mouths everywhere at once, as if they were making up for lost time. I stood in the corner, one hand already inside my jeans, the other bracing myself on the wall while my wife got devoured by two men half a decade younger than her. They were not gentle; they were not slow. The twins took turns pushing their faces between her legs, egging each other on, trading Mona’s moans like currency. I watched her body arch and writhe, every orgasm louder than the last, and I understood that Mona had crossed a threshold she wasn’t coming back from.
I jerked off to the sound of her screaming their names, each gasp driving me closer to my own edge. When one brother finally slid inside her, the other fed Mona his cock, both of them using her with an intensity that left my knuckles white and my cock raw. They fucked her in every permutation that three bodies could invent. I spent the night watching, stroking, barely believing it was my own wife stretched between two perfect, tireless animals.
When it was over, Mona collapsed in the tangle of twins, her hair damp with sweat, her eyes wild and glassy. She glanced over at me, grinned, and beckoned me forward with two crooked fingers.
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