Tarot

Raven stepped into our backyard like a seductive priestess of the night. She let the purple wrap fall away, revealing her pale, voluptuous gothic body in all its sinful detail. Her heavy breasts swayed heavily, dark pierced nipples stiff and gleaming under the string lights.

Silver chains traced teasing paths between her deep cleavage down to her smooth, glistening pussy lips plump, parted, and already dripping with arousal. She carried a black velvet bag and a fresh bottle of her special “magic” tequila.

Cheri’s eyes lit up with obvious hunger the moment she saw her. My wife had been buzzing with anticipation all day, her new obsession with Raven growing stronger by the hour.

We stripped and sank into the hot tub. I sat in the middle, but Raven immediately pressed herself against Cheri, their bodies sliding together in the bubbling water. Raven poured generous margaritas laced heavily with her special tequila. The **** hit fast, spreading liquid heat through our veins and loosening every inhibition.

Raven tried to flirt with me at first, her hand brushing my cock underwater, but Cheri pulled her attention back instantly. My wife pressed her big, soft tits against Raven’s pale breasts, deliberately rubbing their stiff nipples together with a breathy moan.

“God, I love how your piercings feel against me,” Cheri whispered, voice already thick with lust. She repeated the motion slowly, letting their sensitive peaks drag and catch while Raven moaned softly.

The hot tub became pure erotic tension. Cheri and Raven kissed each other’s necks, hands roaming under the water while the margaritas flowed. Cheri’s cheeks were flushed deep pink as she ground her tits against Raven’s again and again, their nipples staying in constant, lewd . I watched, throbbing, as my wife grew more insatiably horny for our gothic neighbor with every ing minute.

After nearly two hours of heavy teasing and drinking, we moved to the outdoor sectional. Raven pulled out her tarot deck with a wicked smile.

“Let me read for you tonight,” she purred, shuffling the cards. “The tequila makes the messages… clearer.”

She laid the cards out on the table between us, her heavy breasts resting on the edge as she leaned forward. The reading quickly turned extremely lewd.

“The cards are speaking loudly tonight,” Raven said, her voice low and sultry. She turned over the first card.

“This is Cheri’s current energy. The Lovers reversed… but twisted with the Queen of Cups. Your wife is awakening to deep lesbian desires. The magic in the tequila is unlocking her craving for soft feminine flesh… specifically mine.”

Cheri bit her lip, squirming beside me as Raven continued.

“For you, Manny: The Devil and the Ace of Wands. The tequila was meant to make you sexually obsessed with pleasing Cheri… but it’s doing something even better. It’s making you hyper-focused on worshipping her pleasure while opening her completely to me. Women like Cheri often crave the youthful perkiness of a younger body like mine these firm tits, this tight pussy. That’s why she can’t stop rubbing her nipples against mine.”

Raven’s eyes gleamed as she turned another card. “And for any average man who drank this tequila and saw your cock, Manny? They would first feel jealous… wishing they had a massive, thick cock like yours. Then, as their arousal rose, that jealousy would turn into **** worship. They’d want to drop to their knees and please it… just like Cheri wants to worship my body now.”

Raven looked directly at me, smiling darkly. “So feel free to watch your wife worship me tonight… and you can have sloppy seconds. Unless you want to plow me too, while she watches.”

The air was electric. Cheri was practically panting.

The moment Raven left, Cheri attacked me like a woman possessed.

We barely made it to the bedroom before she shoved me down and climbed on top, grinding her soaked pussy against my thigh.

“I need you to fuck me while I think about her,” she moaned. “About her tight young body… her pierced nipples… her dripping cunt.”

I flipped her onto her back and devoured her pussy with my mouth. My tongue speared deep into her velvet heat while three thick fingers pumped her G-spot. Cheri cried out, hips bucking wildly as she imagined Raven.

She squirted violently across my tongue, flooding my mouth as she screamed Raven’s name.

I kept going, relentless, sucking her swollen clit and fingering her through the aftershocks.

Another powerful squirt, soaking my beard and the sheets while she babbled about wanting Raven’s pussy on her face.

I pushed her into a third shattering oral orgasm. Cheri thrashed and squirted hard, her body convulsing as she imagined sucking on Raven’s pierced nipples.

I rose up and slammed my massive cock balls-deep into her spasming cunt.

I fucked her with wild, ionate intensity — deep, punishing strokes that made her big tits bounce. I sucked hard on her nipples while pounding her, matching the filthy fantasies spilling from her lips.

Cheri came hard around my cock, squirting down my shaft as she moaned about wanting to eat Raven’s creampie.

I flipped her onto all fours and railed her like an animal, slamming into her dripping pussy while pulling her hair.

She screamed into the pillow as another orgasm tore through her, imagining Raven sitting on her face while I fucked her.

I pulled her on top and let her ride me reverse cowgirl. Cheri slammed down desperately, her fat ass bouncing as she chased her final peak.

She came with a long, broken cry, squirting violently down my shaft. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I roared and flooded her womb with thick, heavy ropes of cum, pumping her full until it overflowed and leaked out around my cock in creamy rivers.

We collapsed together, sweaty and spent. Cheri curled against me, still trembling with aftershocks.

“I want her so fucking bad,” she whispered, voice raw with need. “I want to taste her… I want her to sit on my face while you fuck me…”

The tarot reading had unlocked something deep and filthy inside my wife. And I was more than ready to watch it all unfold.