Seraphine moaned into the kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth, tasting him, exploring him. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, tracing the lines of his body.
Liam's hands slid down to her ass, gripping it, squeezing it, pulling her harder against him. He could feel his cock twitching, his balls aching, his need growing with each passing second.
Seraphine could feel it too, could feel his arousal, his desire. She ground against him, her hips rolling, rubbing against the hard bulge in his trousers. Liam groaned, his head falling back, his eyes squeezing shut as he lost himself in the sensation.
Seraphine's hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up, exposing his chest. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, to lick a path up his chest, her teeth grazing his nipple.
Liam's hips jerked, his cock throbbing, aching, desperate for release. Seraphine could feel it, could feel how hard he was, how much he needed it. She smiled, knowing she had him, knowing he was hers for the taking.
She slid down his body, her hands fumbling with the laces of his trousers, freeing his cock. It sprang out, hard and thick and pulsing, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Seraphine licked her lips, hungry for the taste of him.
And then she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. Liam groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, holding her in place as she started to suck.
Seraphine took him deep, her throat convulsing around him, her nose pressing against his belly. Liam could only moan, could only surrender to the sensation, the pleasure overwhelming him.
Just as he was about to reach his peak, to explode down Seraphine's throat, he heard a noise in the distance, a scream of ecstasy that could only belong to his wife. He froze, his body going rigid, his orgasm fading away.
Seraphine noticed his distraction, his withdrawal. She pulled off his cock, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. "What's wrong, Liam?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"Um.. it's nothing Lady Seraphine. Looks like Sheena & Sir Garrick are done with the luggage preparation. We must be ready to start the journey. It's gonna be night by the time we reach halfway to the royal palace, in the Lusta Forest. We will have to camp there for the night. I will bring camping supplies" Liam said and put his cock back in his pants and went to the storeroom to bring out the camping supplies.
As Liam rushed to gather the camping supplies, his mind raced with the thoughts of what Sheena and Sir Garrick had been doing upstairs. He could picture it all too vividly - Sheena, his beautiful, sexy wife, spread out on their bed, her legs wrapped around Sir Garrick's muscular waist as he plunged into her over and over again. He could hear her cries of ecstasy, her screams of pleasure as she was fucked harder and deeper than she had ever been fucked before. And he could see the look on her face as she came, again and again, her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue lolling out in a lewd grimace of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Liam's cock was rock hard in his trousers, throbbing and aching, desperate for release. He knew he should be angry, should be furious at his wife's betrayal. But he couldn't help it, couldn't stop the perverse thrill that shot through him at the thought of his sexy, gorgeous wife being used like a set of holes, being fucked and filled and drained by a hung stud. He could only imagine the state Sheena must be in, her pussy and tits and mouth dripping with cum, her body marked with the seed of her lover, inside and out.
As Liam hurried back to the carriages, he found Seraphine waiting for him, a knowing smirk on her face. "Everything alright, Liam?" she asked, her voice dripping with false concern. "You look a bit... distracted." Her eyes flicked down to the bulge in his trousers, a wicked gleam in her gaze.
Liam flushed, adjusting himself awkwardly. "Fine," he muttered, his voice strained. "Just... just thinking about the journey ahead, and the preparations..."
Seraphine's smirk widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lust as she watched Liam fidget nervously. She could see the bulge in his trousers, could tell that his mind was elsewhere, likely imagining all sorts of deliciously depraved scenarios involving his pretty little wife and the lusty knight. "Of course, darling," Seraphine purred, taking a step closer to Liam, her ample bosom brushing against his arm. "The journey will be long and arduous. We must all ensure we're well... prepared." Her voice dripped with innuendo, a wicked grin playing at the corners of her painted lips.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the staircase, followed by the appearance of Sir Garrick. The knight was a sight to behold, his muscular frame filling the doorway, his hair tousled and damp, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He had a look of deep, sated satisfaction on his chiseled face, and a slight limp in his step that spoke of a thorough fucking. Behind him, Sheena descended the stairs, her own hair a wild, tangled mess, her dress slightly askew and cum stains splattered across the bodice. She had a dreamy, fucked-stupid look in her eyes, a satisfied smirk on her lips, and a wobble in her step that spoke of legs that had been spread wide and used hard.
"Apologies for the delay, my lord," Sir Garrick said, his voice a low, rumbling baritone. "Your wife wished to ensure her luggage was packed with the utmost care and attention to detail." His eyes flicked to Sheena, a heated look passing between them, a silent acknowledgment of their secret tryst.
Sheena giggled, a tinkling sound that grated on Liam's nerves. "Yes, I wanted everything to be perfect for our journey to the palace," she said, her voice breathy and strained. "I do hope I haven't kept everyone waiting." She sashayed over to Liam, her hips swaying, her tits bouncing with each step. Up close, Liam could see the streaks of cum on her cleavage, the way her nipples strained against the fabric of her dress, hard and erect. He could smell the musky scent of sex that clung to her skin, the scent of her arousal and her lover's seed.
Seraphine stepped forward, her hand on Liam's arm, steering him towards the waiting carriages. "Not at all, my dear," she said, her voice saccharine sweet. "We were merely discussing the... preparations for our journey." Her hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge in Liam's trousers, giving it a squeeze. "Weren't we, Liam?"
Liam could only nod dumbly, his mind reeling, his cock throbbing and aching, desperate for release. He could feel the heat of Seraphine's body pressed against his side, could feel her nipple brushing against his arm, could smell the faint scent of her arousal, mingling with the stronger, headier scent of his wife's infidelity.
As they approached the carriages, Seraphine made a show of ushering Liam into the first one, pushing him down onto the plush, velvet seat. "You must be exhausted, my lord," she cooed, her hand resting high up on his thigh, her fingers drumming against his bulge. "Let's get you nice and comfortable for the long journey ahead." She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Perhaps I can help you... relax," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down Liam's spine.
Meanwhile, in the second carriage, Sheena and Sir Garrick settled in, the knight's large frame taking up most of the space. As soon as the door closed behind them, Sheena was in his lap, straddling his muscular thighs, her skirt hiking up around her waist. "That was so close," she gasped, grinding against the bulge in his trousers. "I thought for sure Liam would find out about us."
Sir Garrick's hands gripped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her harder against him. "Let him find out," he growled. "I don't care. I want him to know that his pretty little wife is nothing more than a cock-hungry slut, desperate to be filled and bred by a real man."
Sheena moaned, her back arching, her tits pushing up against Sir Garrick's chest. "Yes, I want him to know," she whimpered. "I want him to see me for the cheating whore I am." She fumbled with the laces of his trousers, freeing his massive, throbbing cock. "Fuck me," she begged, her voice high and needy. "Fuck me like you fucked me upstairs. I need your cock so bad."
Sir Garrick didn't need to be told twice. He flipped Sheena onto her back, pushing her skirt up around her waist, exposing her dripping, swollen pussy. He notched his cock at her entrance, the head pushing past her folds, spreading her open. And then, with one brutal thrust, he hilted inside her, burying himself to the balls in his lover's hot, tight cunt.
Sheena screamed, her back arching off the seat, her legs coming up to wrap around Sir Garrick's waist. "Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me your fucktoy! Use me like a set of holes!"
And fuck her he did. Sir Garrick set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against hers, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy, stretching her, filling her, pounding her into the seat. The carriage rocked and shook with the force of his thrusts, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air.