There's Something About Fucking A Married Couple - The Toy Show (3) free porn video
Oh, there were a lot of good reasons to take them up on their offer to join them for a weekend. If the video, and 'that dream' that it had spawned, weren't enough; the toy show that followed was certainly enough to leave me wanting more.
I'm sure Paula and Eric had no idea of the pure carnal roller coaster of thoughts that their video had unleashed inside of me. It's not like I came right out and said that three times this week I had woken up hard and close to boiling over thinking about them.
I've been trying to play it cool when I'm chatting with them. Maybe they see right through it. The way that Paula looks at me sometimes makes me think she can see right into my soul, unearthing everything I've been burying deep down.
Back to the toy show. It had all started out innocently enough. Paula had asked me to keep her company on a Thursday night, while her hubby would be working late. I was worried that maybe we would be crossing some unmentioned line, having a video date while Eric was away. She assured me that everything was fine - even saying that it was his idea.
"Eric and I are both off work together on Friday, Scott. He will be home early in the morning, help me get the kids on the school bus, and then we'll spend the day in bed."
"Well, if you're sure..."
"Sure I'm sure. Trust me, we have a good routine. You'll have me dripping wet and ready for him. He expects it, so don't let him down," she chuckled.
"It's a date then. I'll bring flowers," I quipped, trying to settle my nerves.
I was glad that she could only hear me, and not see me. I was shifting my weight from side to side like an anxious child. I'm sure from the way my face was burning that I was already blushing at the thought. Hey, if Paula wanted us to masturbate together, and Eric was fine with it, I'd be a fool to refuse.
Now for the hard part - the waiting. It was only Tuesday, and suddenly I was very eager for Thursday to arrive. Thoughts of both Paula and Eric filled my day. I went through all the motions, as usual. My morning routine, my commute to work, and my workday drifted lazily by. The hands on the clock crept 'round in circles at a snail's pace.
At home, alone with my thoughts, I couldn't get any relief. Despite my best efforts, my cock just wouldn't settle down. I couldn't focus and concentrate on anything else. I switched off the television early and headed to my room to have a quick shower and retire early.
As the warm water cascaded over me, my thoughts turned to Paula and Eric once again. The slightest of soapy touches began to make my manhood throb. Before long, I was pumping my cock with my fist. The soap had a nice effect, causing my hand to glide smoothly over my prick.
I cupped my balls in one hand, stroking my shaft with the other. In my mind's eye, I could picture them - husband and wife - on their knees with me in the shower stall. In my fantasy, one of them was sucking my cock and the other rimming my asshole. They switched and swapped places with alarming ease.
Our soapy bodies seemed to slither and glide without resistance. I grabbed the portable shower head and aimed the stream of water at my rosebud. This heightened the effect. I was breathing heavily now, and the head of my cock was an ugly purple colour and engorged with blood. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls.
I let the shower head dangle, working a soapy finger inside my tight ring. I bent over a little and placed my foot on the edge of the tub to help me find the right angle. Once my finger was comfortably inside my tunnel, I found a nice rhythm, tugging my cock and fingering.
With a roar and a spastic jerk, I gave up holding back. The full force of my orgasm hit me. Rope after rope of sticky cum splashed on the shower floor. My asshole clenched, clamping down on my finger. My whole body trembled and shuddered as I slowed to a stop. I withdrew my finger, enjoying the sensation as it slipped free.
My left hand was covered in cum, where the last few dribbles had oozed and come to rest after the 'fireworks' had stopped. Without a second thought, I popped my fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. I relished the taste, delighting in the wickedness of it all.
Mercifully, sleep came quickly for me that night. Wednesday morning saw me rise early. I was thankful to have a full schedule of meetings and conference calls that day. Being busy made the hours fly by, and before long I was sliding behind the wheel of my car for the commute home.
I had a very quiet evening. I ate leftover lasagna from the fridge and polished off a few cold beers. I half heartedly watched the daily sports report while I tidied the kitchen. Before I headed up to my bedroom, I sat down at my desk and fired off a quick email to Eric and Paula:
"Hey kids. Busy day here. Hope you're both doing well. I'm off to sleep now, but I just wanted to say how excited I am for our date tomorrow night. Paula, I can't wait. And Eric, thank you for everything.
Best wishes,
Scott"
Fuck. Thanks for everything? Why did I say that? For a moment I was sure I had given myself away. I had to laugh at myself once I realized that it only sounded strange to me, inside my own head. They certainly didn't know about my recurring dream and the 'fireworks' it always prompted.
Fireworks. Fuck. Just that brief thought about my 'date' tomorrow evening had me pitching a tent inside my comfortable old grey sweatpants. I gave my manhood a quick squeeze and was surprised to see a little wet spot form where the tip of my cock was oozing precum.
"I've got it so fucking bad for her," I muttered to myself. "So fucking bad for both of them..."
I made a quick trip into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before bed. Smiling in the mirror, I gave myself a mental pat on the back.
"Well done, Scott," I said, "you've been chasing happiness for a while. You deserve this."
I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. I drifted off to sleep without delay. Happy thoughts danced in my head and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
When I awoke, I was mildly disappointed to have slept soundly and without dreams. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, resting my feet on the floor. I drew back the curtains and admired the sunrise. It was going to be a good day.
My morning routine, my commute to work, and my workday were almost painfully bland. I was so happy to return home and let myself into the house. I had a few chores to do, but my 'date' was looming on the horizon and that couldn't arrive quickly enough to suit me.
I was almost too excited to eat supper. I didn't feel like making the effort to cook anything, so I ordered a pizza instead. I cracked a cold beer and waited. The pizza arrived quickly, and I tossed the delivery driver a decent tip.
Supper went smoothly. I ate a few slices and downed another beer. Soon, I was in the bathroom readying myself for my date. I felt a little foolish shaving my face and my nether region, applying cologne, and carefully grooming my ear and nose hair - all for a virtual date. But hey, I always say 'be prepared for anything.'
The timing of our date we had worked out days ago. I had my computer on and ready fifteen minutes beforehand. I didn't really know what was expected of me or what I might need, but I had some lotion and a box of tissues handy.
About two or three minutes early, my monitor lit up. Even though I had been expecting her call, I was still startled - the noise wrenching me from my musings.
"Okay, okay. Whew. Be cool, Scott. For the love of God be cool..."
With my heart pounding like a kettle drum, I put a smile on my face and accepted the call. Paula's beautiful smiling face greeted me immediately.
She looked stunning from head to toe, or as much of her as I could see. She had her laptop resting at the foot of the bed, and she was stretched out luxuriously before me.
She was wearing a charcoal teddy with pink pinstripes. It framed her cleavage perfectly. I had seen it before in pictures. I knew that a long slit in the back revealed her curvy bottom.
This was when I noticed two toys next to the mountain of pillows where she was propped up; a slim pink wand and a monstrous looking lifelike vibrator. I could already feel myself stiffening.
I was sitting at my desk, in my comfortable office chair, with only boxer briefs on. I pushed my chair back a little, revealing my growing erection. I smiled a huge smile, feeling my cheeks growing rosy.
"I see you were expecting my call," she laughed, "and you're obviously not wasting any time."
I followed her stare, and her eyes were focused on the tent in my boxers. I grew a little more red in the face. I tried to speak, but only stuttered and stammered.
"Just relax, Scott. We don't have to hurry, and you don't have to impress me - you've done that already."
Upon hearing this utterance, I felt most of my worry slip away. I exhaled sharply. Paula caught that cue, and we both laughed. The tension was suddenly gone, and we briefly made small talk and visited as friends.
I had almost forgotten that this was a "date" when she gestured at my privates again with a wicked grin.
"Your 'Little Scott' is showing some persistence," she quipped.
'Little Scott' was indeed being persistent. I had to laugh a little at myself when I discovered that the tent in my pants hadn't diminished in the least.
"Look at me! I should be ashamed of myself..."
"Not at all, Scott. I really like that I turn you on," she said coyly, parting her legs a little.
My eyes drifted down to the small patch of hair between her legs. I could see how moist she was becoming. When I glanced back up to her face, the sparkle in her eyes let me know I had been caught looking. We laughed again, and I lifted my hips to pull my boxers off and slide them to the floor.
"Oh, Scott. Mmm. Stand up and bring that thing closer," she said, licking her lips.
I stood up, grasped my hard cock, and waggled it as provocatively as I could in front of the camera.
"That's it, now stroke it a little. You're dripping already, Scott. Do you like something that you see?"
Like a mute, I only nodded as she spread her legs for me. Her beautiful trimmed pussy was very damp. I could see her moisture gleam in the little dark curls that framed her folds.
The buzz of the pink wand coming to life startled me again. My eyes left her crotch just in time to see Paula flick her tongue against the slim pink vibe. Involuntarily I groaned, my cock twitching in approval.
"Why don't you sit back down? Relax and just watch. I want you to see how excited my kitty is for you."
With that, she spread her pussy lips open with two fingers and slowly ran the wand up and down her slit. I sat back in my leather office chair, still tightly squeezing the base of my cock. Her eyes half closed and she shuddered a little as she homed in on her sensitive clit.
"Do you want to taste me, Scott?"
"Mmm, yes. You know that I do. I'm wild about you, and Eric too."
"You wish he was here, don't you? Here in bed next to me, tugging his cock and watching you and I play?"
"Uh, yes," I stammered, her question catching me off guard.
She laughed a little.
"I notice things that Eric doesn't," she explained. "I wasn't sure, but I've been starting to suspect you have more than a passing interest in my husband."
I searched my brain for some answer or statement to deflect this line of questioning, but I found nothing. My cheeks flushed again, and I began to relate 'that dream' to her. She grinned wickedly the whole time.
"No shame in that, Scott. Other women might not understand, but men being attracted to other men isn't new or strange to me."
"But I don't know...," I began to interject.
"Not everything has a perfect little place in this world. You don't need to make sense of it all at once. It doesn't make any difference to what we're doing right now - just the two of us."
The pink wand gently slipped inside her folds and a moan escaped her lips. I was relieved to have unburdened my secret to her, and even more relieved that she had already known on some instinctive level.
I watched in near silence, my breathing ragged, as she started to fuck that wand in and out. Occasionally she would take little breaks to lick her toy clean, putting on a big show for her captive audience.
"Take your finger and wipe that drip from the end of your cock. Mmm, good boy. Now taste it."
Without a second thought, I did what she asked.
"Do you like being my good boy, Scott?"
"Yes, Paula. Oh fuck yes!"
My answer was almost a whimper. I loved it - being her good boy. My balls were churning and the tension was becoming unbearable. She had me wanting to orgasm already. She must have sensed that, and spoke soothingly to me.
"Good boys don't cum too soon. You won't cum until I tell you, Scott."
My breath caught in my throat, and I paused briefly. I wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question. I only knew that I didn't want to disappoint. Being her 'good boy' was suddenly my whole world.
She was soaking wet now, her juices visibly seeping out and down into her ass crack. She continued to pause and lick that wand for my benefit, replacing it with two fingers inside herself while she did so.
"Just watch me, baby. Watch me stretch my cunt with this big fucking rubber cock. It's new, you know. Eric and I named it Scott."
I tensed visibly, my cock twitching wildly. My balls wanted to boil over and erupt. Fuck! She set the wand down and picked up the big vibrator named after me. She brought it to her mouth, taking it between her lips. With exaggerated motions, she licked and sucked on it until it was shiny with saliva.
When she placed it against her pussy and applied some pressure, it slowly parted her lips and began to disappear. She moaned and groaned, wiggling provocatively. She moved slowly at first, taking short strokes in and out before burying it inside herself.
That big rubber cock must have been ten inches long, and she easily accommodated it's length and girth. Her wet pussy squelched and sloshed as she began to fuck herself in earnest. Her face and chest were flushed with excitement, and her breasts bounced and jiggled.
I was merely holding my manhood, not even stroking anymore, totally mesmerized by her performance. Yet, precum continued to seep from the tip of my cock, coating my fingers and seeping down onto my chair.
"Take your finger and scoop your juice up, Scott. That's your job. Lick your fingers clean for me. Mmm, good boy."
There they were again, those words - good boy. I knew I'd never get tired of hearing that. I didn't think at all, I just reacted. The taste wasn't terrible, and I liked being told to do that for her.
"Watch me cum, baby. It's only a little one. Don't make your mess yet, Scott."
I could feel my eyes bulge as she began to tremble and curse.
"Oh fuck, Scott! I'm fucking cumming!"
She buried that rubber cock, pausing with it fully inside her, riding out her orgasm. She shook and trembled. From my vantage point, I could see her pussy clench and contract. A wet spot slowly formed on the mattress between her legs.
Her face was flushed and smiling and her hair was dishevelled. She seemed at least as radiant and beautiful as she had when I first answered her call. She was breathless and panting a little, in a very cute 'little girl' sort of way.
"You're not disappointed so far, I hope," she purred to me as she started rocking her cunt on that big rubber cock again.
I shook my head emphatically.
"N-no," I said, "far from it."
"Good. What I want - what I need - from you now, Scott, is to watch you finish up. Can you do that for me?"
Oh fuck! Hearing that gave me a convincing head start. My hand became a blur on my cock. The motion, along with copious amounts of precum, made wet slapping noises. I stood up to give my lovely lady a better view.
I didn't care where my cum would land. I didn't give a second thought about my keyboard or the stacks of bills piled neatly on my desk. Paula was once again thrusting 'Scott' into her sopping pussy. Her eyes seemed to be begging me to cum. She lightly bit her lower lip.
With a roar, I lost control. Spurt after spurt of cum burst forth. Goblets of it splashed everywhere; the keyboard, the floor, the papers on my desk. A few scattered droplets even adorned my monitor. Fuck it, I didn't care. I pumped my cock until I thought my knees would give out.
Paula's eyes were wide with excitement. It seemed like she was enjoying the show. She was hammering her cunt with the big vibrator now. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" and I could tell she was on the verge of a big orgasm.
"Cum for me, you slut," I cried out breathlessly.
Her reaction was sudden and violent. She began to buck and thrash in the throes of passion. A high pitched noise, quiet at first but growing louder, emanated from deep inside her. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was biting at her bottom lip again.
Suddenly, she withdrew the 'Scott' toy with a shrill scream. She trembled, even more violently this time, and a rush of liquid squirted from her cunt. After her squirt, she slammed 'Scott' back inside her well lubed passage.
Her pussy lips looked red and sore from being stretched by that big toy. The flow of her juices had slowed to a trickle now, but there was a large damp patch on the sheets.
She switched 'Scott' off, but he remained buried inside her. Her bright eyes were open again and keenly observing me. Her breathing was ragged, but she wore a huge grin.
"I guess I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself," she giggled.
I had lost track of what I'd been doing, so focussed had I been on the show. I still stood at my desk, in front of the monitor, holding my manhood. It was more or less at full attention, with a string of sticky cum trailing from the tip.
We shared a hearty laugh as I sat down heavily in my chair. Paula removed 'Scott' with a gasp, and rolled over on her stomach, facing me. My eyes drifted from her smile down to her heaving bosom. My face seemed sore from wearing such a big smile, and for so long.
"Thanks, Paula. That was the best time I've had in..."
"I know, Scott. I could tell," she interrupted with another 'little girl' giggle.
"You were amazing, babe," I said shyly. I felt suddenly at a loss for words.
"We will do this again some time, won't we?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.
"Of course," I said with some relief.
She only grinned at me in response.
"Umm, Paula?"
"Yes, Scott?"
"Did you and Eric really mean it when you asked me to, you know, come and play?"
"Well, yes, but it was depending on how we 'clicked' on our first date."
"Oh," I said, lowering my eyes a little.
She laughed the most honest and heartfelt laugh I've ever heard. I wasn't sure what to think.
"Oh you poor thing! Did you think it went badly? It didn't, Scott. You were pretty amazing yourself."
"Thanks Paula," I said, nervously shuffling my feet.
"Does that mean you'll consider it?"
"Paula, I want you more than ever. Just try to stop me," I said, smiling so hard that I could barely force the words out.
"I'm so happy, Scott. We like you a lot. Eric will be very glad too."
"Thanks, babe. I...never dreamed I would find myself in this situation, but you two have made me happy for the first time in a long time."
"You're very special, Scott. We feel the butterflies in our tummies too. Let's not rush it, but do please come and visit us."
I felt that rush of relief and embarrassment again, and my cheeks radiated heat as I blushed. It felt like Christmas morning to me. The world was so full of promise and wonder these days. Meeting Eric and Paula had changed my life forever.
To be continued...
I'm sure Paula and Eric had no idea of the pure carnal roller coaster of thoughts that their video had unleashed inside of me. It's not like I came right out and said that three times this week I had woken up hard and close to boiling over thinking about them.
I've been trying to play it cool when I'm chatting with them. Maybe they see right through it. The way that Paula looks at me sometimes makes me think she can see right into my soul, unearthing everything I've been burying deep down.
Back to the toy show. It had all started out innocently enough. Paula had asked me to keep her company on a Thursday night, while her hubby would be working late. I was worried that maybe we would be crossing some unmentioned line, having a video date while Eric was away. She assured me that everything was fine - even saying that it was his idea.
"Eric and I are both off work together on Friday, Scott. He will be home early in the morning, help me get the kids on the school bus, and then we'll spend the day in bed."
"Well, if you're sure..."
"Sure I'm sure. Trust me, we have a good routine. You'll have me dripping wet and ready for him. He expects it, so don't let him down," she chuckled.
"It's a date then. I'll bring flowers," I quipped, trying to settle my nerves.
I was glad that she could only hear me, and not see me. I was shifting my weight from side to side like an anxious child. I'm sure from the way my face was burning that I was already blushing at the thought. Hey, if Paula wanted us to masturbate together, and Eric was fine with it, I'd be a fool to refuse.
Now for the hard part - the waiting. It was only Tuesday, and suddenly I was very eager for Thursday to arrive. Thoughts of both Paula and Eric filled my day. I went through all the motions, as usual. My morning routine, my commute to work, and my workday drifted lazily by. The hands on the clock crept 'round in circles at a snail's pace.
At home, alone with my thoughts, I couldn't get any relief. Despite my best efforts, my cock just wouldn't settle down. I couldn't focus and concentrate on anything else. I switched off the television early and headed to my room to have a quick shower and retire early.
As the warm water cascaded over me, my thoughts turned to Paula and Eric once again. The slightest of soapy touches began to make my manhood throb. Before long, I was pumping my cock with my fist. The soap had a nice effect, causing my hand to glide smoothly over my prick.
I cupped my balls in one hand, stroking my shaft with the other. In my mind's eye, I could picture them - husband and wife - on their knees with me in the shower stall. In my fantasy, one of them was sucking my cock and the other rimming my asshole. They switched and swapped places with alarming ease.
Our soapy bodies seemed to slither and glide without resistance. I grabbed the portable shower head and aimed the stream of water at my rosebud. This heightened the effect. I was breathing heavily now, and the head of my cock was an ugly purple colour and engorged with blood. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls.
I let the shower head dangle, working a soapy finger inside my tight ring. I bent over a little and placed my foot on the edge of the tub to help me find the right angle. Once my finger was comfortably inside my tunnel, I found a nice rhythm, tugging my cock and fingering.
With a roar and a spastic jerk, I gave up holding back. The full force of my orgasm hit me. Rope after rope of sticky cum splashed on the shower floor. My asshole clenched, clamping down on my finger. My whole body trembled and shuddered as I slowed to a stop. I withdrew my finger, enjoying the sensation as it slipped free.
My left hand was covered in cum, where the last few dribbles had oozed and come to rest after the 'fireworks' had stopped. Without a second thought, I popped my fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. I relished the taste, delighting in the wickedness of it all.
Mercifully, sleep came quickly for me that night. Wednesday morning saw me rise early. I was thankful to have a full schedule of meetings and conference calls that day. Being busy made the hours fly by, and before long I was sliding behind the wheel of my car for the commute home.
I had a very quiet evening. I ate leftover lasagna from the fridge and polished off a few cold beers. I half heartedly watched the daily sports report while I tidied the kitchen. Before I headed up to my bedroom, I sat down at my desk and fired off a quick email to Eric and Paula:
"Hey kids. Busy day here. Hope you're both doing well. I'm off to sleep now, but I just wanted to say how excited I am for our date tomorrow night. Paula, I can't wait. And Eric, thank you for everything.
Best wishes,
Scott"
Fuck. Thanks for everything? Why did I say that? For a moment I was sure I had given myself away. I had to laugh at myself once I realized that it only sounded strange to me, inside my own head. They certainly didn't know about my recurring dream and the 'fireworks' it always prompted.
Fireworks. Fuck. Just that brief thought about my 'date' tomorrow evening had me pitching a tent inside my comfortable old grey sweatpants. I gave my manhood a quick squeeze and was surprised to see a little wet spot form where the tip of my cock was oozing precum.
"I've got it so fucking bad for her," I muttered to myself. "So fucking bad for both of them..."
I made a quick trip into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before bed. Smiling in the mirror, I gave myself a mental pat on the back.
"Well done, Scott," I said, "you've been chasing happiness for a while. You deserve this."
I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. I drifted off to sleep without delay. Happy thoughts danced in my head and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
When I awoke, I was mildly disappointed to have slept soundly and without dreams. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, resting my feet on the floor. I drew back the curtains and admired the sunrise. It was going to be a good day.
My morning routine, my commute to work, and my workday were almost painfully bland. I was so happy to return home and let myself into the house. I had a few chores to do, but my 'date' was looming on the horizon and that couldn't arrive quickly enough to suit me.
I was almost too excited to eat supper. I didn't feel like making the effort to cook anything, so I ordered a pizza instead. I cracked a cold beer and waited. The pizza arrived quickly, and I tossed the delivery driver a decent tip.
Supper went smoothly. I ate a few slices and downed another beer. Soon, I was in the bathroom readying myself for my date. I felt a little foolish shaving my face and my nether region, applying cologne, and carefully grooming my ear and nose hair - all for a virtual date. But hey, I always say 'be prepared for anything.'
The timing of our date we had worked out days ago. I had my computer on and ready fifteen minutes beforehand. I didn't really know what was expected of me or what I might need, but I had some lotion and a box of tissues handy.
About two or three minutes early, my monitor lit up. Even though I had been expecting her call, I was still startled - the noise wrenching me from my musings.
"Okay, okay. Whew. Be cool, Scott. For the love of God be cool..."
With my heart pounding like a kettle drum, I put a smile on my face and accepted the call. Paula's beautiful smiling face greeted me immediately.
She looked stunning from head to toe, or as much of her as I could see. She had her laptop resting at the foot of the bed, and she was stretched out luxuriously before me.
She was wearing a charcoal teddy with pink pinstripes. It framed her cleavage perfectly. I had seen it before in pictures. I knew that a long slit in the back revealed her curvy bottom.
This was when I noticed two toys next to the mountain of pillows where she was propped up; a slim pink wand and a monstrous looking lifelike vibrator. I could already feel myself stiffening.
I was sitting at my desk, in my comfortable office chair, with only boxer briefs on. I pushed my chair back a little, revealing my growing erection. I smiled a huge smile, feeling my cheeks growing rosy.
"I see you were expecting my call," she laughed, "and you're obviously not wasting any time."
I followed her stare, and her eyes were focused on the tent in my boxers. I grew a little more red in the face. I tried to speak, but only stuttered and stammered.
"Just relax, Scott. We don't have to hurry, and you don't have to impress me - you've done that already."
Upon hearing this utterance, I felt most of my worry slip away. I exhaled sharply. Paula caught that cue, and we both laughed. The tension was suddenly gone, and we briefly made small talk and visited as friends.
I had almost forgotten that this was a "date" when she gestured at my privates again with a wicked grin.
"Your 'Little Scott' is showing some persistence," she quipped.
'Little Scott' was indeed being persistent. I had to laugh a little at myself when I discovered that the tent in my pants hadn't diminished in the least.
"Look at me! I should be ashamed of myself..."
"Not at all, Scott. I really like that I turn you on," she said coyly, parting her legs a little.
My eyes drifted down to the small patch of hair between her legs. I could see how moist she was becoming. When I glanced back up to her face, the sparkle in her eyes let me know I had been caught looking. We laughed again, and I lifted my hips to pull my boxers off and slide them to the floor.
"Oh, Scott. Mmm. Stand up and bring that thing closer," she said, licking her lips.
I stood up, grasped my hard cock, and waggled it as provocatively as I could in front of the camera.
"That's it, now stroke it a little. You're dripping already, Scott. Do you like something that you see?"
Like a mute, I only nodded as she spread her legs for me. Her beautiful trimmed pussy was very damp. I could see her moisture gleam in the little dark curls that framed her folds.
The buzz of the pink wand coming to life startled me again. My eyes left her crotch just in time to see Paula flick her tongue against the slim pink vibe. Involuntarily I groaned, my cock twitching in approval.
"Why don't you sit back down? Relax and just watch. I want you to see how excited my kitty is for you."
With that, she spread her pussy lips open with two fingers and slowly ran the wand up and down her slit. I sat back in my leather office chair, still tightly squeezing the base of my cock. Her eyes half closed and she shuddered a little as she homed in on her sensitive clit.
"Do you want to taste me, Scott?"
"Mmm, yes. You know that I do. I'm wild about you, and Eric too."
"You wish he was here, don't you? Here in bed next to me, tugging his cock and watching you and I play?"
"Uh, yes," I stammered, her question catching me off guard.
She laughed a little.
"I notice things that Eric doesn't," she explained. "I wasn't sure, but I've been starting to suspect you have more than a passing interest in my husband."
I searched my brain for some answer or statement to deflect this line of questioning, but I found nothing. My cheeks flushed again, and I began to relate 'that dream' to her. She grinned wickedly the whole time.
"No shame in that, Scott. Other women might not understand, but men being attracted to other men isn't new or strange to me."
"But I don't know...," I began to interject.
"Not everything has a perfect little place in this world. You don't need to make sense of it all at once. It doesn't make any difference to what we're doing right now - just the two of us."
The pink wand gently slipped inside her folds and a moan escaped her lips. I was relieved to have unburdened my secret to her, and even more relieved that she had already known on some instinctive level.
I watched in near silence, my breathing ragged, as she started to fuck that wand in and out. Occasionally she would take little breaks to lick her toy clean, putting on a big show for her captive audience.
"Take your finger and wipe that drip from the end of your cock. Mmm, good boy. Now taste it."
Without a second thought, I did what she asked.
"Do you like being my good boy, Scott?"
"Yes, Paula. Oh fuck yes!"
My answer was almost a whimper. I loved it - being her good boy. My balls were churning and the tension was becoming unbearable. She had me wanting to orgasm already. She must have sensed that, and spoke soothingly to me.
"Good boys don't cum too soon. You won't cum until I tell you, Scott."
My breath caught in my throat, and I paused briefly. I wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question. I only knew that I didn't want to disappoint. Being her 'good boy' was suddenly my whole world.
She was soaking wet now, her juices visibly seeping out and down into her ass crack. She continued to pause and lick that wand for my benefit, replacing it with two fingers inside herself while she did so.
"Just watch me, baby. Watch me stretch my cunt with this big fucking rubber cock. It's new, you know. Eric and I named it Scott."
I tensed visibly, my cock twitching wildly. My balls wanted to boil over and erupt. Fuck! She set the wand down and picked up the big vibrator named after me. She brought it to her mouth, taking it between her lips. With exaggerated motions, she licked and sucked on it until it was shiny with saliva.
When she placed it against her pussy and applied some pressure, it slowly parted her lips and began to disappear. She moaned and groaned, wiggling provocatively. She moved slowly at first, taking short strokes in and out before burying it inside herself.
That big rubber cock must have been ten inches long, and she easily accommodated it's length and girth. Her wet pussy squelched and sloshed as she began to fuck herself in earnest. Her face and chest were flushed with excitement, and her breasts bounced and jiggled.
I was merely holding my manhood, not even stroking anymore, totally mesmerized by her performance. Yet, precum continued to seep from the tip of my cock, coating my fingers and seeping down onto my chair.
"Take your finger and scoop your juice up, Scott. That's your job. Lick your fingers clean for me. Mmm, good boy."
There they were again, those words - good boy. I knew I'd never get tired of hearing that. I didn't think at all, I just reacted. The taste wasn't terrible, and I liked being told to do that for her.
"Watch me cum, baby. It's only a little one. Don't make your mess yet, Scott."
I could feel my eyes bulge as she began to tremble and curse.
"Oh fuck, Scott! I'm fucking cumming!"
She buried that rubber cock, pausing with it fully inside her, riding out her orgasm. She shook and trembled. From my vantage point, I could see her pussy clench and contract. A wet spot slowly formed on the mattress between her legs.
Her face was flushed and smiling and her hair was dishevelled. She seemed at least as radiant and beautiful as she had when I first answered her call. She was breathless and panting a little, in a very cute 'little girl' sort of way.
"You're not disappointed so far, I hope," she purred to me as she started rocking her cunt on that big rubber cock again.
I shook my head emphatically.
"N-no," I said, "far from it."
"Good. What I want - what I need - from you now, Scott, is to watch you finish up. Can you do that for me?"
Oh fuck! Hearing that gave me a convincing head start. My hand became a blur on my cock. The motion, along with copious amounts of precum, made wet slapping noises. I stood up to give my lovely lady a better view.
I didn't care where my cum would land. I didn't give a second thought about my keyboard or the stacks of bills piled neatly on my desk. Paula was once again thrusting 'Scott' into her sopping pussy. Her eyes seemed to be begging me to cum. She lightly bit her lower lip.
With a roar, I lost control. Spurt after spurt of cum burst forth. Goblets of it splashed everywhere; the keyboard, the floor, the papers on my desk. A few scattered droplets even adorned my monitor. Fuck it, I didn't care. I pumped my cock until I thought my knees would give out.
Paula's eyes were wide with excitement. It seemed like she was enjoying the show. She was hammering her cunt with the big vibrator now. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" and I could tell she was on the verge of a big orgasm.
"Cum for me, you slut," I cried out breathlessly.
Her reaction was sudden and violent. She began to buck and thrash in the throes of passion. A high pitched noise, quiet at first but growing louder, emanated from deep inside her. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was biting at her bottom lip again.
Suddenly, she withdrew the 'Scott' toy with a shrill scream. She trembled, even more violently this time, and a rush of liquid squirted from her cunt. After her squirt, she slammed 'Scott' back inside her well lubed passage.
Her pussy lips looked red and sore from being stretched by that big toy. The flow of her juices had slowed to a trickle now, but there was a large damp patch on the sheets.
She switched 'Scott' off, but he remained buried inside her. Her bright eyes were open again and keenly observing me. Her breathing was ragged, but she wore a huge grin.
"I guess I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself," she giggled.
I had lost track of what I'd been doing, so focussed had I been on the show. I still stood at my desk, in front of the monitor, holding my manhood. It was more or less at full attention, with a string of sticky cum trailing from the tip.
We shared a hearty laugh as I sat down heavily in my chair. Paula removed 'Scott' with a gasp, and rolled over on her stomach, facing me. My eyes drifted from her smile down to her heaving bosom. My face seemed sore from wearing such a big smile, and for so long.
"Thanks, Paula. That was the best time I've had in..."
"I know, Scott. I could tell," she interrupted with another 'little girl' giggle.
"You were amazing, babe," I said shyly. I felt suddenly at a loss for words.
"We will do this again some time, won't we?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.
"Of course," I said with some relief.
She only grinned at me in response.
"Umm, Paula?"
"Yes, Scott?"
"Did you and Eric really mean it when you asked me to, you know, come and play?"
"Well, yes, but it was depending on how we 'clicked' on our first date."
"Oh," I said, lowering my eyes a little.
She laughed the most honest and heartfelt laugh I've ever heard. I wasn't sure what to think.
"Oh you poor thing! Did you think it went badly? It didn't, Scott. You were pretty amazing yourself."
"Thanks Paula," I said, nervously shuffling my feet.
"Does that mean you'll consider it?"
"Paula, I want you more than ever. Just try to stop me," I said, smiling so hard that I could barely force the words out.
"I'm so happy, Scott. We like you a lot. Eric will be very glad too."
"Thanks, babe. I...never dreamed I would find myself in this situation, but you two have made me happy for the first time in a long time."
"You're very special, Scott. We feel the butterflies in our tummies too. Let's not rush it, but do please come and visit us."
I felt that rush of relief and embarrassment again, and my cheeks radiated heat as I blushed. It felt like Christmas morning to me. The world was so full of promise and wonder these days. Meeting Eric and Paula had changed my life forever.
To be continued...
Safiya
- 19.10.2022
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