Our Arrangement Reprise Three
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Karl reached forward and picked up the video camera. I had grown so used to him watching Almira and I have sex I normally would not have even looked in his direction, but tonight he, and Almira, had added something new. He was videoing the two of us enjoying sex.
Almira caught my glance. “Don’t worry, just do what you normally do. Give me wild orgasms!”
For three years now, with ‘Our Arrangement’ I had shared Karl’s wife, Almira, on the understanding that sometimes he would join us and watch. It was completely consensual on her part; in fact, it was she who had chosen me to be the extra man in their marriage. Karl would watch and nothing more while I was there. Except once in a hotel in Antwerpen, when the erotic urges our coupling stoked in him boiled over and he was in her the moment I rolled off.
She was riding me, sitting upright, rising and falling on my cock. I felt harder than normal so maybe the thought of being recorded was not negative deep inside me. I moved my hands onto her waist and aided her riding. She responded by making the downstroke more of a slam.
My hands moved up her body, taking her breasts into the V formed by my fingers and thumb, then squeezing hard onto her dark nipples. Her eyes were fixed on mine; her face held a welcoming smile for a while, then a concerned look spread over her and the slam downs became harder. She started to groan. My hands went back to her waist and lifted her slightly, giving me the space to push up into her, hard, fast, repeatedly. It pushed her into orgasm, head back, screaming to the fuck god.
I stopped, pushed hard into her and felt her reward me with gripping, random spasms that I could see roll across her stomach. I sat up and latched my mouth onto her left nipple, sucking it in, squeezing hard and running my tongue across it. Her shudders reignited and then she went rigid, her cunt locked around my cock with a force I’d only known with her.
“Beautiful, Little Bear," said Karl in a gentle tone. He was riveted to the camera viewing screen.
Almira unlocked, her entire body relaxing, and she collapsed us both flat on the bed.
“Roll us over,” she whispered to me, “and fuck me hard until you cum!”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. We rolled over and she crossed her ankles behind my back.
“Hard and fast!”
I knew she meant it as well; when the mood was right it wasn’t possible to fuck her too hard. I started a slow rhythm, slowly pulling out then slamming back in. I loved how her eyes widened as I buried my cock up to the hilt in her hot, wet, welcoming cunt. Her hands went onto my back and I felt the now familiar nails start to dig in. It was a good thing that my wife and I didn't have sex any more as the scratches and cuts would be hard to explain!
I switched to a steady pushing in and out of her.
“Keep fucking me!” she said with a rasp, then started to push down on my arse with her ankles to make the in-stroke rougher. Her eyes widened and stayed that way, her mouth formed an O. O for orgasm and she did. I carried on, ignoring the clamping and spasms of her cunt, carried on until the switch clicked and there was no stopping my cum from flooding her. A final hard thrust in, a loud groan and she had every drop of me.
It was my turn to collapse onto her. She loved the feeling of being pinned under me and let me recover. I rolled off her, lying face up beside her. It was only then I realised Karl was no longer seated but standing at the end of the bed. He was videoing up between her legs. Knowing he loved to fuck her when she was full of cum, I had no doubt where the camera was focused.
“Beautiful. Thank you, Mike. And thank you, my Little Bear,” he said in a loving tone and bent down to kiss her.
Two days later I met Karl at a restaurant near where I was working for an early evening meal. He had called me to arrange it which was not unknown, but unusual, as the contact would normally come via Almira. He was already there when I arrived, seated at a corner table, nicely separated from other tables. He rose and greeted me with a handshake.
Throughout ‘Our Arrangement’, Karl had always been very civil, very polite to me. Well, always except when Almira would phone him while we were having sex. It surprised me the first time, but now I expected it and was sometimes disappointed when she didn't call him. After saying hello, she would put him on speaker, and talk freely to him about what we were doing. And sometimes he would ask me things like what did it feel like to be in her cunt – and in those words. I guessed from the venue and greeting, today was going to be the civil, polite Karl.
We sat, Karl poured me a glass of wine, we ordered and when the waiter had left Karl led the conversation.
“How do feel about ‘Our Arrangement’, Mike? All okay with you?”
Aware of our surroundings, I took a moment to word my response. ‘I can’t tell you how much I enjoy fucking your wife,’ was what I wanted to say, but…
“I’m very comfortable with it,” I replied in a guarded tone.
“Good! Almira is delighted, loves what you do to her.” He topped up the wine glasses. “And I have to say I’m delighted too.”
“So, all good,” I concluded.
“Almira was a little concerned about your reaction to the latest introduction. Seems to think you had a deeper issue than you had talked about. Is there? Because if there is I’d like to resolve it. I really value what we have.”
I have to say when Almira raised the subject of videoing, it put me back to when she first told me that part of my freedom to fuck her, and her me, was that Karl would want to watch us now and again. She was riding me at the time.
“Don’t worry about it. Just do what you normally do. Enjoy me!” She had emphasised those words with a bunny bang – very rapidly bobbing her arse up and down while riding my cock.
"Only Karl and I, and you, of course, will see them."
Yes, I did have a negative reaction, but to be honest, I wasn't sure why. Concern the video would be on the internet? Not really. In the end, I had come around to thinking it was just ‘old conservative’ me, and I would probably find it a turn-on, as I had unexpectedly found with having Karl watch us. And, as two nights before had proven, that’s what happened.
“I was a little apprehensive, I have to say, but all’s good now,” I finally replied. I wasn’t sure how convinced Karl was with my response as the quizzical look remained on his face.
"Don't be concerned about what happens with them, I will keep them totally private. They are to help me when Almira is away, especially when she is with you.”
It was my turn for the quizzical look. ‘Was he hinting that all was not good about Almira seeing me, well, having sex with me, when he was not with us?' There had never been a sign of that in my opinion. Over the last few months, both Almira and I had been working on the same project, something we had done many times over the years and how we had become friends in the first place, and she would come to my hotel room for sex around twice a week, then go home. And that was in addition to the evening I would spend with her and Karl at their house. Maybe that was too much for him. I felt if there was something he wanted to talk to me about, he would say it now. But he changed the subject, leaving me to ponder on my thoughts.
“Talking of her being away…” He broke off as the waiter arrived with our food. Silence prevailed until we had both taken a bite.
“I’m going to be away at a conference for a week in a month's time."
He took another piece of his steak.
"I just wondered if you two could take a week off, go somewhere warm, get away from this dull November weather and…" he leaned in close and whispered, "… shag each other rigid! Make it a surprise. Almira would love it, and I'll join you at the weekend." He leaned back giggling and with a grin on his face.
When I didn’t respond immediately he added, “I’ll do all the arranging, and don’t worry about cost.”
And he did.
I was surprised to find my project leader was happy for me to be away for a week. We were a little ahead of schedule and my self-learning module was looking strong in testing. He, of course, didn’t mention that Almira’s husband had arranged for her to be on holiday the same week. He even said that ‘A break will be good for you, Mike’.
My only regret was I would be away for a weekend. Away from my wife, my wheelchair-bound wife, who I was away from all week, every week with work. Since early in our ‘Our Arrangement’, my relationship with my wife had changed. She had been crippled and brain damaged in a car crash. I never say accident, as it wasn’t. The other driver was drunk at eight-thirty in the morning. I used to feel she was a shell, and the real June had died in the crash. Having Almira made me able to accept June as she was, see her as a person – a different person to the one I married, but nonetheless a person who I loved. But my lust for Almira’s taut body overcame my regret.
Time raced by and it was Monday morning and we flew from Gatwick to Tenerife, business class, the only two people in that class. We raised a glass of champagne to Karl after take-off. Not many people would put the man who was going to ‘shag his wife rigid’ in a business class seat! We were like young lovers all the way. Karl had sprung his surprise on Almira on Sunday evening. The thought of five days with me had sent her into delight. She had greeted me like a lover at the airport, arms around my neck and legs wrapped around my waist, all while Karl just stood back, smiling, happy his Little Bear was happy. Or that her skirt had ridden up so far, he could see most of her shapely arse. When we untangled ourselves, Karl said he had to go for his flight to Stavanger.
“Remember to be as I like you when I get there, Little Bear,” he said with a wink, then kissed Almira and left. I knew exactly what he meant.
“When the stewardess goes into the other cabin, we’ll both go to the loo,” Almira whispered when we were airborne. And in ten minutes we both popped our seatbelts and I followed her into the toilet, clicking the door closed after me. She was wearing a tight, stretchy fuchsia skirt and a white, silk blouse. I'd already noticed no bra and had enjoyed watching her nipples flirt with me against the silk. She knelt on the toilet seat and pulled her skirt up to her waist. I should have known she had no panties on.
“Come on, be quick! Get your cock in me.”
She had been fondling me under the cover of her jacket ever since her suggestion and a few strokes made me serviceable, so I pushed into her. She was wet and pushed back onto me as soon as I slipped between her lips. I thrust in, Almira pushed back, and I started to flick her clit from side to side with my finger. It was certainly the quickest mutual orgasm we’d ever had, my spunk pumping into her and sending her over the top. She shuddered so much her leg slipped off the seat and we collapsed into a heap. Recovering, a lot of loo roll was needed. She quickly pulled a pair of latex panties, in vivid red, out of her handbag and wriggled them on.
“That should keep it fresh until the hotel!” she giggled, pulling her skirt down. “You go out first,” she instructed. I ‘adjusted my dress’, opened the door and went out. The door clicked locked as soon as it was closed.
Maybe we had taken longer than it seemed as the stewardess was back, busying herself in the galley. She must have noticed that both her passengers were missing, and the click of the door confirmed what she must have been suspecting. She said nothing, gave me a stern look that quickly melted to a grin and a wink.
"Needs must,” I said casually and returned to my seat. She was still in the galley when Almira emerged, smoothing the front of her skirt down as she walked to join me.
Karl continued his luxury theme at the airport, and a black Mercedes with a uniformed driver whisked us out of the airport and headed west. We exited the motorway and turned towards the coast, finally arriving at a boutique-scale hotel that nestled in a natural arena on the hillside. It was all single story, with rooms, well suites, set around one half of an oval pool, the other side affording a view over the ocean to the island of La Gomera. Each suite had a terrace, raised above pool level that was not overlooked, and we soon found that most guests would sunbathe there in the nude, minimally covering up to go for a dip. Ours had the added facility of a jacuzzi set into the terrace.
Sex happened a lot, well, as often as I could manage! Almira adapted to the high-twenties temperatures by wearing little or nothing. On our terrace, it was nothing and she would always move her lounger so her feet were pointed towards me. Whenever I looked at her she gave me her ‘come and get me’ smile, and as often as I could, I did. The hotel had a small Mediterranean-themed restaurant and we ate there most evenings. She would wear a short dress and heels, that was all, and I would finger her pussy on the way back to our room, meaning we would have sex the moment the door was shut.
During the day she would sunbathe and I would stay under the sunshade to reduce the inexplicable tan when I returned to June from two solid weeks at work, and also so we both didn’t return to work with a tan. As I lazed there, looking at Almira’s trim, naked body, I thought about ‘Our Arrangement’. I wasn’t sure I appreciated being ‘paid for’ by Karl, especially as it was done specifically to shag his wife. But said wife was Almira and I knew how much she liked, needed, sex. And Karl knew that too, so if he wanted her to be happy, which I had concluded was a large part of his motivation for ‘Our Arrangement’, then I had to be there.
I looked over to her, lying face up, legs slightly apart, shaven pussy in full view and thought it was time I applied some more sun cream all over her desirable body. So, I did, knowing it would give me a hard-on, and we would fuck. Which is what she wanted, and I wanted.
That evening, when we returned from dinner, the jacuzzi beckoned loudly. Almira slipped off her dress as I closed the room door and went straight to the terrace. She stood, naked in the moonlight, bidding me to join her. As I stood in front of her, one arm went around my neck and the other hand wrapped around my cock. I stiffened quickly, and she stood in the jacuzzi so she could suck me fully hard. I started the pumps and joined her in the bubbling water. As I settled into one of the seats, Almira sat astride me, redirecting a powerful stream of bubbles between our bodies and massaging my balls very nicely. She rubbed her clit the full length of my shaft twice, then moved a little higher and guided my cock into her hot cunt. The smile on her face as she slowly lowered herself, consuming my cock right up to the hilt, was divine. With her hands on my shoulders, she rode me, rising and falling with a slow but steady rhythm. My hands were on her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. Love and lust blurred for me. But I knew I only shared her and she could never ‘be mine’. Lust would have to be enough.
Almira’s movement meant I could only see past her when she was right down; my cock forced hard and deep into her. But an image built slowly. I didn’t get it at first but then could see a face and shoulders peering over the shrubbery between our terrace and the next.
“We’re being watched,” I whispered.
Without missing a stroke, she replied, “You should be used to that!”
Then she added, “Let’s give him a show.” She quickened her riding, putting more force to the downstroke, and then moved so her tits rubbed over my face at the top of her movement. I took greedy sucks on her nipples before they were pulled out of my mouth. I could see her building and slipped my hands onto her arse and took over the thrusting, ramming my cock up into her. Her eyes went wide, and she orgasmed with a violent shudder. I took my hands away and let her weight impale her on my cock. Her shudders continued while she screamed, “Oh FUCK! I’m cumming! FUCK!”
I let her settle then picked her up and moved her into a kneeling position on the seat opposite. Standing in the jacuzzi behind her, I pushed into her velvety cunt again, causing a little gasp.
“Oh yes! Fuck me hard!”
I was slapping against her buttocks on each hard push in, holding tight around her waist to make sure she felt all of me in her, and soon she was wiggling her arse so my cock pushed around inside her. She braced herself with her arms on the terrace and added her push back to my thrust forward. I could feel her tensing, her cunt gripping onto my cock, then she spasmed in orgasm, locking my cock in her.
“FUCK!” she screamed again as she fell forward off me. I shot my load all over her arse and back. Lust. I just caught a glimpse of the face dropping below the shrubs.
Friday arrived far too quickly. Karl would be joining us early evening and as I lay under the sunshade I began to think of practicalities. ‘Should I move to the second bedroom, so Karl could join his wife in the bed we’d fucked on every day?’ ‘Or should Karl take the second room and Almira join him?’ I decided I’d move, I thought he would like the idea that Almira had been fucked on that bed. Then the other practicality. Almira would want to welcome him with, well, cum in her. He would call when in the car from the airport giving us about twenty minutes to fuck.
His call came just after six and Almira’s excitement was unbounded.
“See you soon! Love you, Big Bear!” she purred and put her phone down. She walked across to my lounger and took hold of my cock.
“You are on duty!” she said to it, more than to me. “I need to wash off this sun cream,” she said and, with a firm pull on my cock, added, “Come and fuck me in the shower.”
It was a large walk-in shower and we had the side jets and rain head on. I soaped her body all over, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples, pressing my hand on her pussy, and feeling her nestle her buttocks against my cock. I knelt in front of her and tongued her clit while washing her legs. The water splashing on us gave me an extra erotic kick. When I had rinsed off the soap, Almira got to work on stiffening me, something that was an easy job by this time. I dipped a finger into her and she was hot and slippery, ready and willing.
She knelt on all fours in front of me, the shower splashing down on her lower back. I knelt and pushed into her, slowly but firmly, holding still when I was as deep as I could go. She rewarded me with a swing of her hips and then started to move back and forth as I stayed stock still. My finger found her clit, already swollen and standing proud of her outer lips. I slowly circled it, staying with her as she moved. She quickened and began to moan so I took over, plunging into her, slapping against her buttocks until she came, her head swinging back, flailing her wet hair in an arc.
Recovering, she stood and lead me by my stiff cock to the bed, grabbing a bath sheet as we went. She spread the sheet over the bed, lay on it face up, and blatantly spread her legs.
“Fill me with your spunk!” she growled.
I lay over her and she guided me in.
“Fuck me and fill me for Karl.”
“Yes! Harder!”
“Treat me like the slut you make me... grrr.”
“Yes, Oh, fuck.”
Her hands were on my buttocks, forcing me into her.
“I’m going to cum…”
“Yes! Don’t stop…”
She came, gripped onto me and I burst, pumping and pumping into her hot, tight cunt.
I had just rolled off her when the door chimed.
“Please let Karl in,” she purred to me.
Thank you for taking time to read my story. Please leave a comment here if you wish. The story started in my previous posting “Our Arrangement” so please read that if you want more! If you want to know anything about the background to ‘Our Arrangement’ please PM me. Rex
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