Skulduggery Pleasant Chapter Three Double Trouble
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Previously:
As you may recall from the first three chapters, I accompanied my husband on a business trip to Houston, where, for his birthday, I reluctantly agreed to accompany him to a swinger's cub, Wish’s. At the club I met a very attractive, twenty two year old black man who my Husband invites back to our hotel room. While Aaron watched quietly from the couch, Harris, droves me to a series of powerful orgasms.
“Oh, baby, do you see my cream on his cock? Your wife is being a very bad girl tonight…” I moaned, referring to the very visible, thin, creamy-white coating my lubrication had left on his deep purple-black erection.
I lowered myself back down, but I simply could not take him deeper. He was striking against my inner organs, he would not fit. He was just too long. Harris pulled me forward, pressing my breasts against his chest and began to fuck me while he held me tightly. With each stroke the head of his penis would plunge against my g-spot.
I started rocking my hips, grinding my clitoris against his rigid shaft as he slid in and out of me. My arousal continued to build. I felt my orgasm building inside of me, and my movements became faster and more dramatic.
“Oh shit, I am going cum.”
I started fucking Harris with a passion, pushing myself down as far as I could, forcing the head of his penis deep inside me. Suddenly, I felt my vagina spasm and open up. A gush of my secretions squirted out of me, soaking Harris’s abdomen.
Moaning loudly, I came violently, with a large and long series of convulsions rocking my tiny frame. Harris was pushing up against me with each thrust.
“Oh god, I am cumming. Oh, don’t stop…fuck me hard…just like that...just like that...oh fuck...don't stop...oh god…” I pleaded as I pushed down to meet Harris’s upward thrusts. The head of his cock was buried deep in my abdomen.
As I came, Harris arched his hips up, fully impaling me, I felt a surge of pain mixed with intense pleasure as his cock pulsed deep inside of me. Harris hugged me tightly, holding me against his chest as his loins stiffened. I heard him grunt as a series of spasms quaked through his body. I knew he was ejaculating. I could feel his penis throbbing deep inside me, shooting ropes of his sperm into my pussy.
We lay there panting, our sweaty chests sliding against each other as we tried to resume normal breathing. I lay across Harris’s chest panting in a post orgasmic bliss. I was sweating. Leaning forward, I kissed his nipples and chest in gratitude. Kissing his chest, I contracted my vagina and hugged Harris’s cock which pulsed inside me in response.
I loved the slow rhythmic throbbing of his large penis as it emptied the final few drops of semen inside me after my powerful orgasm. We lay coupled together for a minute or two, savoring our slow descent from the bliss of a climax before I kissed him and whispered, “I think I need to give my husband his reward now,” as I tried to lift myself off his large erection: but Harris was not ready to let me disengage quite yet.
Harris continued to hug me, my breasts pressed against his muscular chest, and replied, "I think that's an excellent idea...Aaron certainly needs his reward…but, Anne, have you ever thought about making love to two men at the same time? Aaron, go grab some lotion from the bathroom."
I was momentarily confused. What the hell did Harris have in mind? Harris's cock remained fully erect, pulsing inside me. Aaron, raced to the bathroom, stripping his clothes off as he went, tossing them wildly around the room. He returned, naked, seconds later with a small container of hotel issued hand lotion, his cock swaying wildly in front of him as he rushed back to the bed.
"Aaron, lube up her bottom...I think Anne needs to experience both of us together," Harris instructed.
Pure panic surged through my core as I realized what Harris intended...I was certainly not prepared for this…yet, remembering how good it felt when Aaron fingered my backside recently, part of me wondered if it was even possible.
"Oh honey, I don't think I can..." I protested weakly.
Aaron did not respond directly, but rather he simply climbed on the bed behind me. Aaron placed a large glob of lotion on his right middle finger and index finger. He then climbed back on the bed. Using his left hand, he spread my butt cheeks apart. He took his well-lubricated index finger and pressed the tip against my anus. Slowly, about a half an inch slid inside. I was amazed at how tight I was back there, yet it felt strangely good.
I thought to myself, ‘This is wrong…I shouldn’t be enjoying this,’ but I was.
I moaned as his finger slid past the first knuckle, stopping at the second knuckle, coating my tight backside with lubricating lotion. He withdrew his finger and pushed it in again; this time twirling it around slightly trying to relax my tight anus. I arched my back slightly, and moaned as I pushed my bottom backwards.
After fingering me this way for a monute or two, I felt my husband carefully start to force his middle finger into my tight bottom too. I knew that the girth of his two fingers together was still far smaller than my husband's erect penis. I would need to become comfortable with these two fingers before I could begin to think about taking Aaron's cock back there.
"Oh, be careful...shit...wait..." I begged.
"Just relax and push back, Anne. You can do this," Harris reassured me, holding me tightly as my husband continued his assault on my asshole.
Soon, Aaron had worked both his index finger and his middle finger all the way inside my ass. With the tips of his fingers pointing downward, towards my navel, I wondered if he could feel the shaft of Harris's thick erection through the thin membrane separating my rectum from my vagina.
I looked over my shoulder at my husband as he continued to gently massage my sphincter, trying to get it to relax and dilate. His erection was straining towards the ceiling, rigid as stone.
Finally, when he deemed me ready, he withdrew his fingers from my backside. I buried my face into Harris's massive chest and moaned in preparation for my penetration. Aaron positioned himself behind me, kneeling. I felt him guide the pink head of his erection against my tight, but well lubricated bum. Aaron pushed forward ever so slowly. I felt the mushroom shaped glans started to wedge its way inside my upturned ass.
I started to whimper, and cried out, "Oh god, hold still...shit, you're too big...don't push...wait...oh fuck, it hurts."
Aaron had not gotten his glans past my opening when I forced him to stop. The ridge of his glans was just outside my anus, throbbing with excitement. I worried he might climax too quickly, but he had amazing control. I reached back and placed my right hand on Aaron's abdomen, signaling for him to remain still.
"Oh fuck...baby, you feel too big," I cried and moaned into Harris's chest, the fingers of my left hand clawing at the sheets as I attempted to endure the pain of entry.
When I said the words 'he's too big', I felt Aaron's cock swell slightly and arch up, stretching my tight anus more. "Oh, shit...don't move," I begged.
Clearly, both men found my whimpering and cries of pleasure and pain terribly arousing. My pitiful whimpers had Harris's cock pulsing furiously in my pussy. I admit, despite the pain, being impaled this way aroused me as well. Aaron remained motionless, trying hard not to pulse his erection.
"Anne, when you are ready, I want you to push back a little on Aaron. Aaron, you let Anne push you in. Don't move," Harris instructed. He had obviously done this before with other inexperienced wives.
After ten or fifteen seconds, I grimaced and pushed back. I grunted and moaned loudly. I felt the ridge of the glans slowly disappeared into my ass. I took about an inch before needing to stop and regroup. I knew that it would take time and patience, but I was highly motivated to do this. I knew I was going to take all of Aaron's boner in my backside regardless of the pain of entry. I wanted this. I needed to do this, for myself, for my husband and for Harris.
Again, after ten or fifteen seconds, I grimaced again, and pushed back some more. I now had about half of Aaron's hard cock in my backside. After a moment or two, the pain seemed to subside and I forced a little more of my husband's cock into my bottom. Every time I would push back, I would tell Aaron to be still and that it hurt; but part of me liked the fact that it hurt a little bit.
Aaron placed his hands on my hips pulling me backwards, encouraging me to take the last two and a half or three inches of his cock. I grasped the sheet with both hands, squeezing tightly, and whimpering incoherent sounds. With all the determination I could muster, I slowly pushed all the way back until my buttocks were pressed against Aaron's thighs. I could feel his balls pressing against me now, proving that I had taken all of him.
"Everyone, stay still," I pleaded.
Harris asked, "Are you okay? How do you feel?"
I looked into his face and replied, "I think I'm okay. But I feel very, very full."
Glancing over my shoulder, I cooed to Aaron, "Oh, god, Aaron…your wife is being so bad…I am so full of cock, baby…Oh fuck. I love you so much...Thank you for making me do this…I did it too, didn't I? I took you both."
"You sure did, girl…I love you too, baby… And yes, you took us; but we are not done with you yet, baby; not by a long shot."
Harris started rocking his hips, slowly fucking me. Aaron took this as his cue to move in and out. But I cried out in pain, "Oh fuck, Aaron...stay still...oh fuck, it hurts..."
Aaron stopped pushing in and pulling out. Instead he began flexing his cock in my ass while Harris fucked me. Every time he flexed his penis, it would stretch my tight sphincter slightly and I would stiffen slightly and moan. My moans conveyed a combination of pain and pleasure.
While Aaron continued to make me whimper and moan, Harris continued to fuck me. My arousal was building. My anus seemed to have relaxed somewhat because I was now rocking my hips and forcing Aaron's cock to slide in and out of my ass slightly; perhaps an inch or two.
Aaron and Harris soon found a rhythm of sorts. Harris would plunge into my pussy from underneath as my husband slid his cock out of my ass. Then as Harris pulled out of my vagina, Aaron would force his rigid six inch boner into my bottom. They were now fucking me like two well-timed pistons.
I could not believe I was actually doing this…and it was working. I was getting fucked by two men at the same time. I have never felt so wickedly sexy. I felt my excitement building rapidly. I knew yet another orgasm was approaching. I never climaxed twice in one evening before, but tonight I knew I was going to do just that.
Oh god, I wanted to cum with both cocks inside me. And I knew I could. And I wanted both men to cum inside me. I wanted to make two men cum simulataneously. I wanted to be responsible for making three people climax at the same time, including myself.
"Oh god, I am so full of cock," I cried out. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum...shit...just like that...just like that...don't stop...just like that...oh fuck my ass...oh shit...oh fuck my ass...don't stop...oh fuck...here it comes."
And a series of powerful convulsions shook through me. Aaron was now pulling all the way out and pounding his cock into my ass. And each time my husband plunged his rigid cock into my bottom, it caused a pleasurable spasm to shoot through me. I kept cumming and cumming as my lovers pounded me front and back. I screeched, "Shit, cum with me... cum in my ass... cum in my cunt...oh fuck, please cum in me."
Aaron stiffened and pressed his cock deep into my ass. I could tell by the way his entire body quivered so stiffly, he was ejaculating in my backside. I could feel the distinct throbbing of my husband's erection as it pulsed repeatedly in my backside, shooting string after string of his semen deep into my ass.
Suddenly, Harris held me tightly, squeezing me against his chest as he let out a series of loud grunts telling me that he was filling my vagina with more of his sperm.
The sensation of the two rigid cocks pulsing inside me, as they pumped me full of their seed, was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was totally consumed by lust and I wanted to capture evey drop of my lovers' sperm in the culmination of our unorthodox three-way union.
Both men remained coupled inside me for several minutes as we lay in a pile, panting, trying to recover our senses. I could feel the slippery wetness of my husband’s sweat on my back and Harris’s perspiration on my breasts.
Both men massaged and caressed my back, shoulderss and buttocks; however, I noticed that they went to great pains not to touch each other. I found it amusing that they were perfectly comfortable having their erections separated only be a thin menbrane, but they did not want to actually touch each other. I giggled to myself thinking, in this position, I'm pretty sure their scrotums are touching. Men are such pecular animals!
I felt strangely content and very satisfied as I tried to process the enormity of what I had just allowed to happen. Finally, after several minutes of post-orgasmic cuddling, Aaron began to withdraw.
I cried out, "Oooo, ouch, ouchie, ouch, go slow."
I was very surprised to discover that after climaxing, my backside seemed to contract somewhat and withdrawing from my rectum was somewhat painful.
“You need to wash that thing really well,” I instructed my husband.
I then raised up, disengaging from Harris's huge cock. I remember the distinct slapping sound his cock made as it exited my pussy and smacked against his abdomen. A large dollop of semen spilled from my vagina, landing on his lower abdomen as I climbed off him. I scooped it up, and raised my fingers to my nostrils, inhaling the sensuous aroma deeply.
With my semen coated fingers less than an inch from my nose, I smiled at Harris and informed him, “I like the smell of your sperm.” Then looking at my husband, I added, “Aaron, you’ve turned your wife into quite the little slut tonight.”
I turned back to Harris and said, “Would you excuse Aaron and me? I think we both can use a shower.”
“I understand completely.”
I led Aaron to the shower with my hand between my thighs, catching large globs of semen leaking from my swollen labia. With the warm water streaming over us, I took extra care to thoroughly wash his cock, which moments ago had been in my ass. In return, he gently washed my bottom which was quite sore.
Harris came into the steamy bathroom while Aaron and I were still in the shower and said his goodbyes. He informed me that he had left his phone number on the nightstand and that he would love to see us again. I thanked him for a marvelous evening, and promised that we would stay in touch.
I would have liked to kiss him goodbye and walk him to the door; however, I was glad that he decided to leave on his own. As much as I enjoyed the wickedly torrid evening with him, I needed some quiet time with my husband to properly assess the impact of tonight’s activities on my husband’s and my psyches, as well as any impact on my marriage. There was no denying that I was not the same woman I was eight hours ago; a woman who had only slept with one man, her husband.
Aaron and I dried quietly. I donned the plush Marriott robe hanging in the closet, choosing to remain naked underneath. Aaron made us each a bourbon and coke, and we sat on the balcony overlooking the freeway, sipping one last cocktail before going to sleep.
It was nearly 2:00 a.m. It was really too warm to be wearing the heavy terrycloth robe on this warm, humid June night. I let my robe fall open and sat silently as I enjoyed feeling the warm Houston breeze gently licking my naked flesh.
Aaron took my hand in his and asked, “So how are you feeling?”
I took several seconds before responding, “Guilty, naughty…scared…I don’t know. My pussy feels like I've been riding a ‘sandpaper hobby horse’. My bottom feels like someone stuck me with a hot poker…I’m not sure how I feel…maybe like it was all just a dream? It doesn't quite feel real...My emotions are all over the place right now. You?”
“Anne, tonight was one of the sexiest experiences of my life…I was so proud of you. So why are you scared?”
I took a sip of bourbon and coke before responding, “I’m scared you’ll feel differently about me now…that you’ll think I’m such a slut. I guess I’m scared knowing I feel different about myself, so I know you must.”
“Honey, you did those things for me…I feel closer to you than ever…I promise you…I love you more than ever.”
“Aaron, I surprised myself…I did start out doing it for you…but I got so turned on…I came so hard…when we first got to the room, while we were waiting for Harris to park the car, I realized that I wanted this too…I’m ashamed to admit it, but I would have been disappointed if you had changed your mind and wanted me to stop.” I took another sip of my cocktail and added, “Doesn’t it bother you that I was such a little slut with him? With the both of you?”
“No, baby, I did not see a slut …I saw a beautiful woman, my wife whom I love deeply, who discovered her inner sexuality tonight. I saw my wife truly enjoy herself tonight. I was so proud of you…”
"Do you think we will ever do something like that again?" I asked cautiously.
"I think that depends upon you, but I certainly hope so. Would you want to do it again?"
“I’m ashamed to admit it, but I think I would…I think I'd like to see Harris again before we leave.”
Aaron smiled, “I think that can be arranged.”
“I’d like to have a real double date with the two of you…I’d like to be wined and dined by my two men in a nice restaurant before you bring me back here to pleasure me.”
Aaron squeezed my hand tightly, “I’d like that too.”
Coming soon – Chapter 5: Restless in West Texas
A special thanks to Don and Lisa whose editing, proofreading and suggestions have greatly improved the quality of this series.
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