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Colors of the Rainbow Ch. 6
🕑 Added 2022-03-30 02:14:12 +0000 UTC“Fine… but remember we’ve got the guys coming over for the game tonight. We’ve got to be back in like two hours, okay?”
She agreed and we headed out. She was wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a low cut, tight white t-shirt. It was super casual and insanely sexy at the same time. The mall was busy and the sexual energy between the two of us, hyper charged as it had been over the past weeks, made it so we could barely keep our hands off each other. I tried to get a quickie in one of the changing rooms but she demurred. “Maybe I’ll use the phone,” I said to her in a hushed whisper.
She gasped, “You wouldn’t dare,” she said but it was more a desperate question than a firm warning.
I gave her my best attempt at a menacing smile, “Better not push me,” I said as I spun my phone in my hand.
“Are you black mailing me for sex?” her voice was quiet.
“Maybe just a blowjob?”
She started to kneel down and then looked up at me, “Psyche,” she said then pushed me out of the dressing room, “I’ll suck that cock later, big guy. I’ve got some slutty clothes to buy right now.”
We didn’t get much shopping done given the tight time frame but she managed to get two new mini-skirts and several blouses that were two sizes too small. “You’re really okay with this?” I asked as we pulled into our street.
“Of course, Max,” she said, pulling into the driveway. “I want to be what you want me to be… within reason,”
“Even if I want a slutty little bimbo just looking for a firm cock to be shoved into her hard?”
“MMM…,” she said as she rubbed her thighs together. “Especially if that’s what you want.”
We took the bags inside and started laying out food for the guys. It was two of my college buddies who had come to town to go see our alma mater play. I hadn’t gone with them but we’d decided to get together on Sunday to watch the NFC championship game. It wasn’t as good as college football but at least we’d all get a chance to hang out together like old times.
The doorbell rang and Tom and Darryl were standing there. They high fived me as they came in and we fell into our old patterns quickly. “Geezus, Kell. You’re looking fuckin’ hot!” Darryl said, giving me a light punch on the shoulder. Kelly blushed and waved him off as Tom just nodded along. We sat down on the couch and started talking about the game while Kelly moved around the kitchen, bringing us beer and chips and generally joking with the guys and I. At the end of the first quarter, it was already 14-0 and headed toward a blowout so we were already pretty distracted.
That’s when I felt my phone buzz. I pulled it out of my pocket, thinking it might be the doctor calling but it was instead just the low battery warning. I swiped up to put it into power save move and the glaring orange confirmation button popped up. “Swirlies,” I heard Kelly’s voice behind me. My mind raced.
“Kelly… you okay?”
She shook her head and smiled an almost exaggerated grin at me. “Yeah… fine,” she said quickly and she scurried off to the kitchen. For the next ten minutes, she was a whirlwind of activity, cleaning the kitchen almost manically while talking like some sort of crazed auctioneer.
“Dude… is she okay? You been feeding her cocaine or something?” Tom asked.
I laughed it off as I looked at Kelly who was now looking around the living room as if she’d lost something important. She was nervously rubbing her hands together before she seemed to get some kind of idea and sprinted off to the bedroom. She returned just a couple minutes later wearing workout clothes. Well… I say workout clothes. Workout clothes that would only really be appropriate in a porno. She had on a pair of white running shorts that were so tight you could tell she wasn’t wearing underwear and so short that her ass was hanging out. But you’d barely notice the shorts because the sports bra she’d put on barely contained her heaving breasts. She sprinted past us, “Gotta get some exercise boys.”
I blinked in confusion, this wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. She went into the front room and I heard the treadmill running. Well, at least this seemed like a healthier mental shift than depression or rage. I heard her feet thump away as our attention slowly returned back to the game. That lasted through about halftime before I heard Kelly call me. I walked into the room, dread filling me as I pondered what insanity Kelly’s mental state would deliver upon us today. But the scene was pretty normal. She was sprinting away on the treadmill, sweat covering her beautiful, sexy body and, other than the absurd amount of skin she was showing, everything was pretty normal. Sure, she was running pretty fast but nothing crazy. Right?
“What’s wrong, Kell?”
“Fuck… I have so much fucking energy, Max. And it’s only making me hornier thinking about it.” Her voice was lusty.
I laughed, “Want me to send the boys home and help you take care of it.”
She looked me dead in the eye, “No.”
“Want me to fuck you right here? You think you can be quiet enough?” I said, stepping forward. This day might turn out to be okay after all.
“Yes and no,” she said, that twinkle back in her eye. “Remember that party in college you told me about? The one with your second girlfriend?” I said nothing but she looked at me with a wicked smile on her face. Her eyes drifted down to my cock which was already rock hard in my pants, “You do, don’t you. The one where you passed around your girlfriend to your friends and you fucked her like a cheap slut.”
“I wouldn’t say…”
“Oh c’mon, Max. These things fuck with my brain and my mood but they don’t make me stupid. You gang banged your skank girlfriend and you loved it. Don’t lie.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, “Sure… but that was just a girlfriend. You’re my wife.”
She looked at me and hopped off the treadmill. She leaned into me and whispered, “Not while my mind is being fucked up by those damn colors.” Then she raised her voice and proclaimed, “All I can think about right now is getting cock… lots of cock,” she said. “I want you and your friends to plug me airtight, babe. Please? I promise I’ll be super slutty tomorrow for you. But today I want to be super slutty for all three of you!”
I started to protest but then thought more about it. She was right. First, this wasn’t quite ‘my wife’ at the moment, second, I couldn’t exactly be hypocritical given what had transpired with our doctor and thirdly… well… I was hard as a rock. Watching Sasha, my college girlfriend, get railed by a roomful of horny guys had been super hot. And I knew Tom and Darryl would be cool about things. I nodded and said, “Fine, babe. If that’s what you need right now.”
I opened the door to the exercise room and swatted her ass hard, “Get your slut ass out there and beg them for it.”
She yelped before scampering into the living room and dropping to her knees in front of the guys. “Darryl? Tom? Will you help Max fuck the ever loving shit out of me?”
Darryl looked at me and I grinned, giving him a thumbs up, “Let’s consider it a special treat guys. A one time only offer,” I said.
Kelly nodded, “I want to ride Darryl’s fat cock while my husband fucks my ass and Tom fucks my throat… Can we do that?”
“This isn’t gonna be another Sasha is it, man?”
“What? No… Sasha was a psycho bitch but the gangbang wasn’t why we broke up,” I said.
“Really… I just always assumed.”
“Hell no,” I laughed. “That was a fucking hot night. We broke up because it turned out she was fucking her professor for grades and got Syphillis from him.”
Darryl blinked and then laughed, “For fuck sake… that’s hilarious.”
I grinned, “Yeah… pretty sure I don’t have to worry about that with Kelly.”
Kelly shook her head and looked at me, “As long as I get some cock soon… You three studs don’t get me stuffed quickly enough and I might call up some dirty old men who CAN do the job!”
Tom, the more adventurous of the two, shrugged, “If you’re good with this, so am I. I’m not gonna turn down a hot piece of ass like Kelly.”
His words sent a shiver down Kelly’s spine and she moved over to unzip his pants. Tom wasn’t a particularly well endowed guy but she didn’t care. In her current state she would have cum being fucked by a roll of dimes. She dove down on his cock, taking it completely down her throat as she gestured towards Darryl. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly and I momentarily worried that she’d suck Tom completely dry before anyone else got in her. Darryl must have sensed the same thing and quickly stripped out of his clothes revealing his nearly 8 inch thick cock. Kelly’s eyes got big and she giggled before returning to her ministrations.
I chuckled too as I watched Darryl position himself under my wife while I went to find the lube. When I returned, she was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on Darryl’s big dick while moaning every time he bottomed out which caused Tom to moan himself. I knelt behind her, pushing her forward and down onto Tom’s lap as I lubed up her ass and then slowly fed my own cock into the mix. She was super tight, thanks in no small part to the big shaft currently splitting her cunt in two. At first it was awkward, trying to find a rhythm but eventually we managed to figure it out. Tom was manhandling Kelly’s hair while I reamed her ass and she ground herself around on Darryl.
“Take it slut,” I said, fucking her harder and harder. “Take it!”
She moaned on the cock in her mouth and shook her hips harder. We kept at it for another ten minutes or so before she started cumming like a firecracker. Her movements became jerky and spasmodic as her ass and cunt gripped at us. That was too much for Darryl and I and we started cumming inside of her within ten seconds of each other. Her head fell away from Tom’s forgotten cock and he stroked himself, causing a huge load of his cum to erupt from his cock while she was barely aware of anything besides her own orgasm.
“Fuck yes… fucking fuck fuck fuck… fuck!” she screamed before finally falling sideways, extricating our cocks from her now thoroughly fucked holes. Her eyes looked up at me, sudden awareness and concern in them.
I shook my head and gave her a smile, “Did you like that honey?”
She bit her lip and nodded tentatively. “Good… cause we’re playing the ORANGEmen next weekend,” I said. She laughed as Tom and Darryl exchanged confused glances. Whatever moral qualms I’d had about things were quickly sliding away and being replaced by the possibilities of having some pretty deviant fantasies finally realized.
