I was stretched out on the bed with my laptop open, the curtains pulled just enough to make the room feel private and warm. On the screen a live cam window glowed. She was stunning. Long dark hair draped over soft shoulders, full breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and between her thighs a thick hard cock that she stroked slowly as she watched the chat. Every little gasp made my grip tighten. I slid my hand over my own cock, slick with pre cum, and matched her rhythm like we were already connected.
I had the volume low but I could still hear her voice. Sweet and smoky. She leaned close to her cam, lips parting around a smile. She said she wanted to make me leak for her. She said she loved to be watched. The words went straight through me. I breathed out and stroked a little faster. It felt like she was talking only to me.
That was when I heard the floorboard by the door creak. I froze. Before I could click away my wife was in the room. She stopped at the foot of the bed and took it all in. My laptop. The live cam. The gorgeous trans woman on the screen. My fist around my cock.
My wife raised an eyebrow and let a slow grin curl her mouth. She came closer and sat beside me, her thigh pressing into mine. Her eyes dropped to my hand. She whispered, almost amused, almost hungry. You really needed this tonight did you.
I swallowed. Yeah. She is so hot.
My wife looked at the screen. The performer read the mood instantly and leaned into the camera with an even warmer smile. Hey you two. I see I have an audience. Are you watching together.
My wife answered. We are watching you work him up. But I think he can do better if you help me. Then she turned to me. Baby. Do not stop. Show her how hard you are.
I pumped slowly and the head of my cock glistened. The woman on the screen licked her lips. Open the chat. Tell me what you want. Tell me what your wife wants me to do to you.
My wife slid her hand over my wrist and squeezed. I will translate. She leaned close to the microphone on my laptop and spoke clearly. He wants you to tease him. He wants to see you spit on that cock and stroke it slow while he tries not to beg. He wants to hear you talk about what you will do to him.
The performer nodded and did exactly that. She let saliva string from her tongue onto her cock, then spread it with a slow twist of her fist. Her eyes never left the lens. Mmm. I want to put this in your mouth and feel your throat relax around it. I want to slide it out and paint your lips with my pre cum while your wife holds your face and tells you to open wide.
My wife laughed softly and kissed my cheek. You heard her. Would you open wide for her. Would you hold still while she feeds you. Tell me.
Yes. I breathed. I want it. I want all of it.
My wife kissed again, lower now, along my jaw. Good boy. Then she whispered in my ear. Lift your legs for me. Let me look at you properly.
I obeyed. She guided my knees up and out, her palms under my thighs. The sudden exposure made my cock throb hard enough to twitch. She dragged her fingers from the base of my shaft across my balls and lower, slow and deliberate, until she circled my tight hole with the lightest touch. My whole body tightened.
The performer on the screen watched us with a wicked smile. That is a pretty little hole. I want to open you up. I want to slide in while you stare at me and moan for your wife.
My wife pressed lightly in small circles and the sensation sent little shocks up my spine. She looked into the camera and said, He will stare at you. I will keep his eyes on the screen while I play with him. Then to me. Look at her. Do not look away even when I make you gasp.
I kept my eyes on the performer. She brought a bottle of lube into frame and poured some into her palm. The liquid glistened on her cock as she stroked. She spoke like a promise. When I push in I want you to breathe for me. I want you to say please. I want to hear how much you like it.
My wife let a little spit run to her fingers and smoothed it against my hole. She pressed gently, easing the tip of one finger inside, and I exhaled in a shivery sound I did not recognize as mine. She was patient. She worked in small measured motions, letting me open for her, then pressed deeper. The fullness was electric.
That is it, the performer purred. Take her finger. Get used to being filled. I am going to make you crave more.
My wife wrapped her other hand around my shaft and dragged up to the head. Look how hard you are. Look at the way you shine for us. She jerked me slowly, then paused to rub the slick over my tip with her thumb while her finger pulsed inside me in a steady rhythm. Tell me what you want her to do first. Mouth or cock. Choose.
I swallowed. Mouth first. Then take me.
The woman on the screen smiled like I had passed a test. I would hold the back of your head and roll my hips into your lips. I would make you drool on me. Then I would turn you over and push in so slow your wife would have to hold your hips to keep you from bucking.
My wife bent to my ear again. Would you buck. Would you try to take her deeper. She slid a second finger in beside the first and my answer was a broken sound. Say it. Use words.
I would try to sit back on her. I would take it.
Good. My wife stroked me a little faster. Her fingers inside me curled forward and found the spot that made my vision swim. She watched my face and smiled like she had all the time in the world to unravel me.
The performer whispered. Open your mouth for me. Show me your tongue. Good boy. Now imagine I am rubbing my head across it. Imagine the taste on your lips. She squeezed her cock at the tip and a clear bead swelled and rolled down over her knuckles. She licked it from her hand with a soft moan. I want to smear this on your mouth while your wife watches.
My wife said, He would lick your hand clean. He would look up at you with wet lips and ask for more. And then she pinched my nipple through my shirt and I jerked into her fist without meaning to. She laughed. Sensitive. I like that.
The performer began to stroke herself with long deep pulls. She timed them with my breathing. Slow when I tried to steady myself. Faster when I began to lose control. Talk to him, she told my wife. Tell him where you want me.
My wife pressed deeper with her fingers and I felt myself open around her. She kissed my knee and spoke into the mic. I want you behind him. I want you right here. She tapped my hole with a slick fingertip and my cock jumped. I want you to push until he says please and then I want you to push more.
Please, I said, not even embarrassed by how fast it left my mouth.
The woman on the screen laughed low. Oh I am going to love you. She leaned closer and whispered, Breathe for me. Relax. Be a good boy for your wife.
My wife glanced up with a satisfied smile and then slid her fingers out almost entirely before pressing back in, a long slow stroke that made me groan. She stroked my cock in the same rhythm and I felt heat coil low in my belly. She teased. You are going to cum too fast if I keep this up. Do you want to beg to cum while she watches.
I managed, Not yet. Make me wait.
That answer pleased both of them. The performer started to tease her cock with lighter strokes, just enough to keep her hard and slick. She talked in a voice that vibrated along my skin. When I put it in you I will keep it shallow at first. I will pull back to the head and push in an inch at a time until you start to whine. Then I will hold your hips and grind slow so you feel every inch.
My wife twisted her wrist and pressed her thumb to the sensitive place behind my balls. Tell her what you do with your tongue when she pulls out, she murmured.
I licked my lips. I would follow her with my tongue. I would lick her head when she slides out. I would taste myself on her.
The performer let out a breath that sounded like a tremor. You are going to ruin me. She stroked faster for a few seconds, then slowed again. Show me how you touch his cock when you say please. Make him say please for both of us.
My wife tightened her grip and began short fast pulls that made my hips lift off the bed. Her fingers inside me moved in tiny insistent motions and I felt my orgasm swell. I was close enough to taste it. I panted, Please. Please.
My wife stopped completely. The sudden emptiness was a shock. She smiled at the camera and shook her head as if scolding a greedy boy. Not yet. He will cum when you do. Together.
The performer grinned, flushed and perfect. Together. She slid more lube over her cock and gave us a slow show of both hands moving in practiced harmony. The chat exploded with hearts and comments but it felt like there was no one else in the room.
My wife eased one finger back inside me and stroked my shaft lazily with the other hand. She wanted me at the edge again but not over. Tell her how you want to be taken. Use the filthy words you keep in your head.
I blurted them without shame. I want you to use me. I want to be held open. I want to feel your cock in me while my wife milks me. I want to see you cum on the screen and I want to cum with you.
The performer moaned. That is it. That is exactly it. She shifted on her chair so we could see everything. She cupped her balls and tugged lightly as she pumped. Then she looked straight into the camera and said, Hold his legs wider. Make him ready.
My wife slid both hands under my thighs and pushed them higher. She bent and spat wetly on my hole, then used her thumb to spread it. The slick heat made me twitch hard. She teased me with a slow press, then slipped a finger inside to the base. I let out a helpless sound and she purred. That is the noise I want while she fills you.
Stroke, the performer said. Stroke him and do not stop until he is shaking.
My wife closed her fist around me again and set a steady pace. I looked at the screen because she had told me to and I watched the trans woman stroke her cock with slow relentless pulls. She kept talking. I want you to watch my hand. I want you to feel mine inside you and imagine it is this. I want you to feel the weight of me push you open.
My wife pressed a second finger in. She curled them and my breath broke. She used her other hand to smear my pre cum over my head. Look how pretty you are, she said to me. So swollen. So wet. Say thank you to her. Tell her what you want next.
Thank you, I said, my voice rough. I want you to cum for me. I want to see it. I want to cum when you do.
The performer smiled like she was giving a gift. Then watch. She sped up, jaw set, breath coming faster. Her cock looked thick and impossibly hard framed by her fist. She whispered, I want your wife to keep you right there. Hold him. Do not let him cum until I count it down.
My wife tightened her grip and did exactly that. She held me on the edge with ruthless precision. She knew my body better than I did and she used that knowledge to wind me like a string. I whimpered and she shushed me. Take it. You can take it a little longer. Look at her. Look at the way her belly tightens. She is about to go. You are going to go with her.
The performer was close. You could see it in the set of her mouth and the tremble in her thighs. She looked right through the lens at us. I want to hear him. Put your mouth by the mic.
My wife obeyed. Say my name, the performer ordered.
I said her name. She moaned and it pushed her closer. Again, she breathed. Louder. I said it again. And again. My wife was smiling like a devil. She curled her fingers inside me once more and it sent a shock racing along my spine.
Alright baby, the performer said, voice breaking in the sweetest way. Three. My wife squeezed my cock. Two. She pushed her fingers deep. One. Cum with me.
She erupted. Thick white ropes surged over her hand and stomach and she groaned loud enough to fill the room. The moment I saw it hit her skin my body gave in. I came hard. Hot pulses shot over my chest and my wife stroked every drop out of me, milking me with greedy little pulls while her fingers kept me open and shaking. I shouted wordless sounds into the room and it felt like it went on forever.
When the last tremor faded my wife slowed and then stilled. She slid her fingers out with a wet sound that made me tremble again. She licked them clean with a satisfied hum. She wiped a streak of cum from my belly with her finger and sucked it thoughtfully. Then she leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
On the screen the performer leaned back, flushed and smiling, cum gleaming on her skin. She blew us a kiss. That was perfect. You two are perfect.
My wife laughed, warm and bright. He is a very good boy when you tell him what to do. She stroked my cock one last time and I twitched even though I had nothing left. Then she looked at the screen with a considering tilt of her head. Next time I want you here. I want to watch him take you. I want to hold his face and keep his eyes on me while you slide in.
The performer nodded like a promise. I will make him beg. And I will make sure you see every second.
My wife closed the laptop half way so only a strip of the performer’s smile showed. She looked down at me. You were beautiful, she said. Then she pressed her lips to my throat and whispered, Next time I am going to use you longer. Next time I am going to keep you open for her. She ran two fingers slowly over my tender hole and I shivered, already feeling heat pulse low again.
She opened the laptop just enough to bring the performer back into view. We will message you. Set a time. Bring your toys, the performer said with a wink. Bring your patience, my wife added, because he is going to need it.
The performer laughed, low and pleased. I will make sure he needs it.
My wife slid up beside me and pulled me against her. The room smelled like sex and skin. The screen cast a soft glow over us. My chest was sticky. My thighs were warm. I could feel my pulse in places I had never noticed before. She tucked her fingers between mine and squeezed.
You are mine, she said softly. I will share you when I want to. And I want to.
On the screen the performer kissed her fingers and pressed them to the lens. Goodnight, she said, and the word felt like a promise of everything that would come next.
We lay there for a while, quiet and smiling. My wife traced the vein along my cock with a lazy fingertip and watched it answer even after everything we had done. She grinned, satisfied and hungry all at once.
You are going to sleep well, she said.
I nodded, still dizzy. Then I looked at the glowing rectangle of the screen and imagined the next time. Her cock. My wife’s hands. My mouth open. My eyes on both of them. And somewhere deep in my body a new ache unfurled, sweet and certain, ready to be filled.
