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It was a late afternoon and we were finishing off a lovely dinner together. I sipped at my glass of white wine and smiled at Charles. A waiter carrying three plates of hot food walked past my field of view and my eyes clamped hard on his buttocks as he walked away. I felt my panties instantly soak with my juices. I turned to Charles and smiled.
“Darling, I really need a good fuck tonight,” I said, staring into his eyes. I saw the wry smile sneak across his face as he nodded.
“Relegated to the spare room am I,” he replied knowingly.
I slowly nodded.
Charles is a wonderful husband and lover, very attentive and his oral skills are second to none. It’s just that sometimes, I really need a fuck that will blow my mind, make me scream, satisfy my horny wanton nature. Charles is not that sort of person, but he understands. I crave, for want of a better word, someone who can fuck me all night long, someone who can be powerful in bed and downright dirty when they need to be. When I get like this, the nearest word that describes me is nymphomaniacal. I have come to live with it, and over the years, so has Charles. That is why I love him so much.
I knew that tonight, Charles will watch me as I dress and get ready to go into town, he will drop me off at my favourite bar and he will stay in the spare room until it’s all over.
We carried on chatting and having fun over dinner, but all that was on my mind was tonight. I just couldn’t wait. When we left the restaurant, I casually looked down at the faint wet patch on the chair I had sat on and I smiled, mostly to myself.
When we got home it was about four in the afternoon. No sooner were we through the door when the phone rang. It was my mother. I answered reluctantly as she tends to keep talking for hours. We chatted, and chatted. I started to look at the clock and I became rather apprehensive. I started to walk around the house, pacing to and fro across the lounge. I glanced at the clock again.
Suddenly, Charles was standing next to me. He was motioning for me to give him the phone which I did. He covered it with his hands. “Go on, go!” he exclaimed nodding towards the stairs I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before I ran upstairs. I heard Charles speaking with mother as I left and reckoned she would be on the phone for another hour at least.
I showered and made sure I was squeaky clean all over. My rather short hair was drying fast and all that was needed was a quick flick of the hairbrush to put some zing into it. I then started to carefully choose my clothes. I looked in the wardrobe. Tonight would be white night, I thought. I picked out my sexiest matching white bra, knickers and suspender belt. I dressed slowly, savouring the touch of every garment I put on. I selected white stockings and rolled them carefully up my leg before clipping the suspenders into them. I knew exactly what I was going to wear. I pulled a white and black zebra like dress out of the wardrobe and rolled it onto my body. I looked at myself in the mirror. Satisfied with what I saw I walked downstairs.
Charles was just putting the phone down when I walked into the room.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he said.
I glowed with pride at his words and then felt ashamed. How could I do this to him? I thought after those kinds words.
“Do you want a lift?” he asked.
“I’ve ordered a taxi,” I replied, “Ooo, looks like it’s here,” I said as a car pulled up outside.
“Why bother?” he asked me as I grabbed my bag to leave.
“Why bother what?” I questioned.
“Wearing any knickers at all!” he exclaimed.
I giggled. Charles was right. I slipped my hand under my dress and pulled them down, after stepping out of them I threw them to Charles.
“Here, sniff on these till I get back,” I said, and quickly left.
Tonight I ended up at a bar called ‘The Showground.’ It was a favourite haunt of mine. It’s a pickup bar but one that is pretty good and has some classy guys and some rough types as well. I started to look around clocking anyone looking interested at me and making a mental note of those I thought would be ripe for the picking. I came to rest at the bar and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. I kept looking around the packed room as I sipped my drink.
I know what you’re thinking, what was a nice girl like me doing in a place like this dressed the way I was? Well I can be honest with you, everyone knew why I was there and it was only a matter of minutes before I got hit on. After our initial introductions we chatted, sipped our drinks and flirted. The interval gave me enough time to look around the room, however, tonight was not going to be her night and I gently told her why I was there, but that we could chat for a while until I found a likely suspect. She laughed and we did just that.
I normally go for two different types of blokes. The strong muscular type, that looks like they can fuck all night long and give me what I need, or the silent, almost shy type. I like the strong type because they make me scream when they hold my waist and fuck me from behind, pulling me into them as they thrust forward. I find it a sensational way to orgasm.
But recently I had been disappointed with the last strong type I took home. He turned out be so much like Charles; gentle and considerate. It wasn’t what I wanted at all. So tonight I was going to pick someone that was silent and perhaps a little reserved. The sort that would wonder why, someone like me was hitting on him. A guy that would not believe his luck at having the chance to chat to someone like me, let alone fuck me.
I turned to my new friend Melissa and asked her whether she would mind moving across to the other side of the bar. She agreed and I ended up standing next to Greg, as I was to find out later. It was Melissa that started talking to him first; then she introduced me. I smiled and before I knew it a new Long Island Iced Tea was winging its way towards me. Melissa left us to it and I watched as she made a bee line for a brunette woman that had just come out of the loo.
“She’s lesbian,” I said to Greg.
“Just my luck!” he exclaimed.
“Oh! I’m not – no way,” I replied in haste. “Well maybe a little…” I continued.
Greg smiled and soon we started chatting as if we were old friends, though it was obvious that Greg was more than a little unsure as to where this was going. Fortunately for him, I had a pretty good idea where this was going.
Eventually, I rested my hand on Greg’s thigh as I leant in to whisper in his ear.
“You’re joking,” he said shocked.
I shook my head from side to side as I smiled at him. I leant in again, this time sliding my hand a little way up his thigh.
“I…ummm…” he stammered visibly and stared at his drink.
“You know you want to,” I enforced.
At this point, even I started to feel unsure, I was either going to lose this one and have to resort to the strong type or step up the game.
“Why don’t we finish these drinks and go back to my place,” I suggested. I glanced down at his pants. I could definitely see a growing cock snake its way along his trousers and out to the side. It looked rather impressive from my direction and I proceeded to finish my drink; sucking the last of the alcohol through the straw. I watched as Greg also finished his drink. He waited, not ordering another one.
At last, I had him. I grabbed his hand and led him off the high chair. I slipped my hand around his waist as we left. I clocked Melissa at the end of the bar and I winked at her as Greg and I walked through the door. I leant in to kiss him when we got outside. After a few pecks I discovered that Greg was a good kisser. In the middle of the pavement I reached down and drew my hand over his cock. I found myself panting, my heart was racing and my pussy was wet. I leant in towards him again.
As I pulled back I saw his eyes widen as he absorbed my words.
“Go on,” I said, “do it!”
Rather awkwardly he slipped his hand up my dress, along my thighs and snaked his finger along my bare slit.
“There,” I smiled, “told you I was wet. I can’t wait for you to fuck me hard!” I exclaimed.
After a few more games we hailed a taxi. As soon as we were inside I gave the driver my address. Then I looked straight ahead while stroking Greg’s cock. I opened my thighs a little to encourage Greg to do the same. Eventually he started to stroke my pussy. I think he was getting the hang of the idea that he was really going to fuck me tonight. I saw the taxi driver adjust his mirror and knew that he was not concentrating wholeheartedly on the road ahead.
“I hope you like eating pussy,” I told Greg.
“I like it,” he replied.
“Good,” I continued, “because you’re gonna have a lot of practice tonight.”
“But I thought you wanted to get fucked hard.”
I turned to Greg astounded at his words of wisdom.
“You’re learning big boy, you’re learning.”
The taxi pulled outside the house. I could see the light on in the spare bedroom, then it went off. I knew Charles would be watching from the window. I leant over to pay the taxi driver.
“It’s free if I can join in,” said the taxi man.
I smiled, this was too good to be true, but I cocked my head to one side.
“Fifteen pounds thirty five then,” he said after a while.
I paid the man and we got out of the car. I strode up to the door and let myself in. Greg was not far behind me. As he closed the door I backed towards the stairs. I stopped when I reached the bannister and waited for Greg to catch me up. As soon as he did I grabbed his hand and stuck it between my legs. He started clawing at my pussy as we kissed passionately. He stroked my slit as I rubbed at his enlarged cock under his trousers. I soon felt a finger up my pussy as he pushed his hand over my aching cunt.
We devoured each other. Our lips and tongues fought a battle that neither of us could win. I pulled at his buckle and loosened his belt. I finally undid his top button and pulled at his zip. I then opened up his trousers and pushed them down around his thighs together with his underpants in one easy go.
“I’m so going to love this,” I said as I lowered myself to my knees.
When I got there I was mesmerised. I found myself directly in line with a gorgeous cock. It was at least eight inches long, thick enough to satisfy me and it was already rock hard and vertical. Well, it wasn’t vertical for long. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it to the horizontal so that I could wrap my lips around it. I started to kiss it, engulf it, suck on it, and then I started to let it slide all the way down my throat. No not let it, that was the wrong phrase, I actually pulled on his arse and forced it down my throat. Greg caught on pretty quickly and soon his hands were at the back of my head forcing me down on him. I gagged and coughed a little when he pushed into me too much, but I loved every minute of it.
My hand came up on his balls and I could feel them contract. I knew instantly that he was cumming. I retracted my mouth from around his cock and sucked and licked on the end of his knob. I was rocking to and fro on my knees as I pumped my hand over his cock.
I wanted his spunk to fill my mouth, I wanted to swallow it. Suddenly the gorgeous liquid erupted in my mouth. I swallowed the first wave but the second and third came too close together for me to handle it all. I had to pull away from him. It was then that my face got covered in spunk. It dribbled down to my chin and dripped onto my heaving breasts. I looked up at Greg and smiled. My finger scooped up most of his spunk that was flowing down to my chin. The first, I sucked into my mouth as I stood up, the second I wiped in my dress. Greg stood there, breathing heavily and panting and staring at me.
I pulled my dress up over my head and mopped up the remaining spunk from my face. I unhooked my bra and removed it.
“Come on – its pussy eating time,” I suggested and started to move upstairs.
Greg quickly took his trousers off, followed by his shoes and socks and dumped them at the bottom of the stairs. He was unbuttoning his shirt as he walked upstairs behind me. I dropped my dress and bra outside the spare room on my way past. I waited for Greg outside the master bedroom. He was carrying his shirt and I saw the eager hunger in his eyes as he looked over my body. I opened the door grabbed his cock and took him inside. I never bothered to shut the door. Charles was definitely going to hear this, I thought.
Greg’s shirt was left outside the bedroom. He followed me as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Then I just snapped.
I pushed Greg onto the bed, forcefully. As he hit the bed he started to move backwards towards the headboard. I quickly jumped on him. His cock was trapped between my thighs and I leant forward.
“Suck them,” I told him.
Greg sucked and licked my nipples.
“Now, fucking bite them,” I urged.
I was panting, waiting for my first scream. I felt his mouth rest over my nipple. I was waiting for the bite.
“Bite it,” I demanded.
Greg finally bit into my nipple and I screamed so loud that I thought Charles would come rushing in to save me. I’m glad he didn’t. Greg bit my nipple again, this time the scream was more controlled before he started to bite on the other one.
As he did so I pulled away from him. I crawled up his body looking into his eyes all the time. My hand reached behind me to find a rock hard cock. I was so glad it didn’t take him long to recover. I bet he thought I was going to sink down on it, but I needed my pussy licking. I continued crawling up his body not giving him any scope to move until my pussy was right next to his chin. I lifted myself upwards and the shifted my body forwards.
I felt his tongue brush against my pussy lips. I let out a long sigh of relief. Then I felt it again. Before long his tongue was snaking over my pussy lips and digging into my cunt. It was fucking wonderful. His lips were getting the best wetting I could deliver. I felt his tongue lap at my lips and then snake its way to rub at my clit. His hands found my hips and he pulled me down a little onto him.
I screamed suddenly as he sucked my clit into his mouth and bit on it. Fuck I thought, Greg was learning fast. The whole situation went from pleasure to pain. It was overwhelmingly wonderful. I relished in the intensity of both feelings but I needed to cum hard.
I started to buck my hips over his mouth as his tongue licked and flicked over my clit. My hand came down and grasped beneath his neck and I pulled him upwards as I bucked on his mouth. Greg was wonderful. He extended his tongue and kept it there, in one place, a rigid substitute cock.
My orgasm ripped through my body in double quick time. I think he was a little taken back when I flooded his mouth with cum. He coughed a little as I released his head and let him move. I moved upwards and past him and stared at the headboard. My legs were loosely draped over his arms.
“Fuck me hard,” I said, not looking at him.
Greg moved from under me and spun around quickly. I felt him stare at me briefly as I lowered my torso to the bed. My arse was firmly in the air, and waiting for his cock. I was abandoned to lust, to anything he would now do to me.
I felt his cock brush against the crack of my arse. Then Greg lowered it and I felt it enter my pussy. I felt it slide in me. I pushed back a little to encourage him to fuck me. He didn’t need any encouragement. I felt his cock push all the way in. Eight inches is a wonderful length for me. It’s tight up inside but there is still a little scope for a bit more pressure when they really go for it. Greg was going for it, big time. He was slamming his cock into me relentlessly; his hands on my hips to steady me.
I started to pant as I felt my second orgasm break through.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I started to cry. “Oh! fuck yes…” my words trailed off as my orgasm took over.
I kept screaming out to encourage him more. Greg fucked me really hard and fast even through my own orgasm. I heard him mutter some words and I thought he was about to cum too. Then his cock abandoned my pussy. I couldn’t believe he had done that, I wanted his spunk up me. I tried to listen more intently.
“Fucking gorgeous arse,” I heard him mutter.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I replied. I wanted him back in me again.
I felt Greg’s cock enter my pussy, then he pulled it out, in and out again. When it went in the third time I felt my arse clamp around it. I was not expecting this at all but I pushed back on him as best I could but I couldn’t quite move as much as I would have liked. I looked behind me with the words ‘urgent’ written all over my face.
“Take me there, fuck my arse,” I shouted at him in no uncertain terms. I knew Charles would have heard that wherever he was.
Greg’s cock entered my arse fully and then he started to fuck me really hard again.
I was in heaven, absolute heaven. The only thing that could have made it better was having a second or third bloke helping him out. I had to do with Greg. He fucked me to my third orgasm that night before he could hold back no longer. For some reason he pulled out of me and I felt his spunk flood over the crack of my arse and back. Charles would be disappointed, I thought to myself.
“Arghh!” I screamed, as I felt his hand come down hard on my arse. I screamed twice more as Greg slapped me and told me what a slut I was. He was dead right too.
Before his third slap hit me, I spun around as quick as I could and started sucking his cock. I felt it get bigger almost immediately and pushed him onto the bed. I mounted him and slipped his cock right into my pussy. I started to wiggle my bum on his thighs as I massaged his cock in my cunt. My eyes were closed and I was thrashing on top of him. I felt his cock harden to the point that I could lift my arse off him and really push it into me.
I suddenly started swearing at him. Well not at him exactly, but all the obscenities suddenly came out of my mouth. I wanted another orgasm and knew I was going to get it.
“Fuck me till I cum,” I told him, over and over and over.
Suddenly my whole body went stiff. I felt a hand on my hips. My body was slowing down not speeding up. Someone was stopping me.
“Fuck her hard Greg, just fuck this slut of a wife.” It was Charles’ voice.
I felt Charles’ cock enter my arse. I opened my eyes suddenly and looked around.
“You’re going to get fucked to pieces,” he groaned at me.
I looked down at Greg, “just fuck me, don’t stop,” I urged him.
“I’ve done nothing all night but hear you scream and cum on this strangers cock, so you’re really going to get it now.”
I felt Charles fuck me hard in the arse, and Greg never let up as he pounded my pussy with his cock in unison. I remember saying the words “fuck me” over and over as both these men pounded into me. I started to cum again. This time it wasn’t a single orgasm. I seemed to be having lots of mini ones. Sometimes it was the feeling in my arse that was pushing me over the edge and sometimes it was the cock in my cunt that was doing the same thing. They seemed to come thick and fast until, at one point, they both coincided. That was when I screamed out and hit the roof. Both men didn’t let up though. They just kept fucking me. The next few orgasms were just as good and then another coincident one washed over me.
The last thing I remember before I collapsed on top of Greg was hearing both of them declare that they were cumming.
I don’t know how long I had passed out, but Charles had left the room and Greg was beside me as I lay face down on the bed. I heard Charles run upstairs; a glass of water bobbing in his hand.
“For me?” I asked as I watched him enter the room. He nodded.
I drank. I looked from Charles to Greg and back to Charles. “Fuck that was sooooo good!” I exclaimed.
“I’m sorry hun,” said Charles, “I just couldn’t help myself. I just started to watch you at it and I got so hard.”
“Greg,” I said, “this is Charles, my husband.”
For some reason they shook hands and said hello to each other. It was surreal. It was the first time Charles had ever met someone I brought home. It was probably the first time he had watched, and it was certainly the first time he had ever fucked me in the arse. It was a good night for all of us.
“Darling, I really need a good fuck tonight,” I said, staring into his eyes. I saw the wry smile sneak across his face as he nodded.
“Relegated to the spare room am I,” he replied knowingly.
I slowly nodded.
Charles is a wonderful husband and lover, very attentive and his oral skills are second to none. It’s just that sometimes, I really need a fuck that will blow my mind, make me scream, satisfy my horny wanton nature. Charles is not that sort of person, but he understands. I crave, for want of a better word, someone who can fuck me all night long, someone who can be powerful in bed and downright dirty when they need to be. When I get like this, the nearest word that describes me is nymphomaniacal. I have come to live with it, and over the years, so has Charles. That is why I love him so much.
I knew that tonight, Charles will watch me as I dress and get ready to go into town, he will drop me off at my favourite bar and he will stay in the spare room until it’s all over.
We carried on chatting and having fun over dinner, but all that was on my mind was tonight. I just couldn’t wait. When we left the restaurant, I casually looked down at the faint wet patch on the chair I had sat on and I smiled, mostly to myself.
When we got home it was about four in the afternoon. No sooner were we through the door when the phone rang. It was my mother. I answered reluctantly as she tends to keep talking for hours. We chatted, and chatted. I started to look at the clock and I became rather apprehensive. I started to walk around the house, pacing to and fro across the lounge. I glanced at the clock again.
Suddenly, Charles was standing next to me. He was motioning for me to give him the phone which I did. He covered it with his hands. “Go on, go!” he exclaimed nodding towards the stairs I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before I ran upstairs. I heard Charles speaking with mother as I left and reckoned she would be on the phone for another hour at least.
I showered and made sure I was squeaky clean all over. My rather short hair was drying fast and all that was needed was a quick flick of the hairbrush to put some zing into it. I then started to carefully choose my clothes. I looked in the wardrobe. Tonight would be white night, I thought. I picked out my sexiest matching white bra, knickers and suspender belt. I dressed slowly, savouring the touch of every garment I put on. I selected white stockings and rolled them carefully up my leg before clipping the suspenders into them. I knew exactly what I was going to wear. I pulled a white and black zebra like dress out of the wardrobe and rolled it onto my body. I looked at myself in the mirror. Satisfied with what I saw I walked downstairs.
Charles was just putting the phone down when I walked into the room.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he said.
I glowed with pride at his words and then felt ashamed. How could I do this to him? I thought after those kinds words.
“Do you want a lift?” he asked.
“I’ve ordered a taxi,” I replied, “Ooo, looks like it’s here,” I said as a car pulled up outside.
“Why bother?” he asked me as I grabbed my bag to leave.
“Why bother what?” I questioned.
“Wearing any knickers at all!” he exclaimed.
I giggled. Charles was right. I slipped my hand under my dress and pulled them down, after stepping out of them I threw them to Charles.
“Here, sniff on these till I get back,” I said, and quickly left.
Tonight I ended up at a bar called ‘The Showground.’ It was a favourite haunt of mine. It’s a pickup bar but one that is pretty good and has some classy guys and some rough types as well. I started to look around clocking anyone looking interested at me and making a mental note of those I thought would be ripe for the picking. I came to rest at the bar and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. I kept looking around the packed room as I sipped my drink.
I know what you’re thinking, what was a nice girl like me doing in a place like this dressed the way I was? Well I can be honest with you, everyone knew why I was there and it was only a matter of minutes before I got hit on. After our initial introductions we chatted, sipped our drinks and flirted. The interval gave me enough time to look around the room, however, tonight was not going to be her night and I gently told her why I was there, but that we could chat for a while until I found a likely suspect. She laughed and we did just that.
I normally go for two different types of blokes. The strong muscular type, that looks like they can fuck all night long and give me what I need, or the silent, almost shy type. I like the strong type because they make me scream when they hold my waist and fuck me from behind, pulling me into them as they thrust forward. I find it a sensational way to orgasm.
But recently I had been disappointed with the last strong type I took home. He turned out be so much like Charles; gentle and considerate. It wasn’t what I wanted at all. So tonight I was going to pick someone that was silent and perhaps a little reserved. The sort that would wonder why, someone like me was hitting on him. A guy that would not believe his luck at having the chance to chat to someone like me, let alone fuck me.
I turned to my new friend Melissa and asked her whether she would mind moving across to the other side of the bar. She agreed and I ended up standing next to Greg, as I was to find out later. It was Melissa that started talking to him first; then she introduced me. I smiled and before I knew it a new Long Island Iced Tea was winging its way towards me. Melissa left us to it and I watched as she made a bee line for a brunette woman that had just come out of the loo.
“She’s lesbian,” I said to Greg.
“Just my luck!” he exclaimed.
“Oh! I’m not – no way,” I replied in haste. “Well maybe a little…” I continued.
Greg smiled and soon we started chatting as if we were old friends, though it was obvious that Greg was more than a little unsure as to where this was going. Fortunately for him, I had a pretty good idea where this was going.
Eventually, I rested my hand on Greg’s thigh as I leant in to whisper in his ear.
“You’re joking,” he said shocked.
I shook my head from side to side as I smiled at him. I leant in again, this time sliding my hand a little way up his thigh.
“I…ummm…” he stammered visibly and stared at his drink.
“You know you want to,” I enforced.
At this point, even I started to feel unsure, I was either going to lose this one and have to resort to the strong type or step up the game.
“Why don’t we finish these drinks and go back to my place,” I suggested. I glanced down at his pants. I could definitely see a growing cock snake its way along his trousers and out to the side. It looked rather impressive from my direction and I proceeded to finish my drink; sucking the last of the alcohol through the straw. I watched as Greg also finished his drink. He waited, not ordering another one.
At last, I had him. I grabbed his hand and led him off the high chair. I slipped my hand around his waist as we left. I clocked Melissa at the end of the bar and I winked at her as Greg and I walked through the door. I leant in to kiss him when we got outside. After a few pecks I discovered that Greg was a good kisser. In the middle of the pavement I reached down and drew my hand over his cock. I found myself panting, my heart was racing and my pussy was wet. I leant in towards him again.
As I pulled back I saw his eyes widen as he absorbed my words.
“Go on,” I said, “do it!”
Rather awkwardly he slipped his hand up my dress, along my thighs and snaked his finger along my bare slit.
“There,” I smiled, “told you I was wet. I can’t wait for you to fuck me hard!” I exclaimed.
After a few more games we hailed a taxi. As soon as we were inside I gave the driver my address. Then I looked straight ahead while stroking Greg’s cock. I opened my thighs a little to encourage Greg to do the same. Eventually he started to stroke my pussy. I think he was getting the hang of the idea that he was really going to fuck me tonight. I saw the taxi driver adjust his mirror and knew that he was not concentrating wholeheartedly on the road ahead.
“I hope you like eating pussy,” I told Greg.
“I like it,” he replied.
“Good,” I continued, “because you’re gonna have a lot of practice tonight.”
“But I thought you wanted to get fucked hard.”
I turned to Greg astounded at his words of wisdom.
“You’re learning big boy, you’re learning.”
The taxi pulled outside the house. I could see the light on in the spare bedroom, then it went off. I knew Charles would be watching from the window. I leant over to pay the taxi driver.
“It’s free if I can join in,” said the taxi man.
I smiled, this was too good to be true, but I cocked my head to one side.
“Fifteen pounds thirty five then,” he said after a while.
I paid the man and we got out of the car. I strode up to the door and let myself in. Greg was not far behind me. As he closed the door I backed towards the stairs. I stopped when I reached the bannister and waited for Greg to catch me up. As soon as he did I grabbed his hand and stuck it between my legs. He started clawing at my pussy as we kissed passionately. He stroked my slit as I rubbed at his enlarged cock under his trousers. I soon felt a finger up my pussy as he pushed his hand over my aching cunt.
We devoured each other. Our lips and tongues fought a battle that neither of us could win. I pulled at his buckle and loosened his belt. I finally undid his top button and pulled at his zip. I then opened up his trousers and pushed them down around his thighs together with his underpants in one easy go.
“I’m so going to love this,” I said as I lowered myself to my knees.
When I got there I was mesmerised. I found myself directly in line with a gorgeous cock. It was at least eight inches long, thick enough to satisfy me and it was already rock hard and vertical. Well, it wasn’t vertical for long. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it to the horizontal so that I could wrap my lips around it. I started to kiss it, engulf it, suck on it, and then I started to let it slide all the way down my throat. No not let it, that was the wrong phrase, I actually pulled on his arse and forced it down my throat. Greg caught on pretty quickly and soon his hands were at the back of my head forcing me down on him. I gagged and coughed a little when he pushed into me too much, but I loved every minute of it.
My hand came up on his balls and I could feel them contract. I knew instantly that he was cumming. I retracted my mouth from around his cock and sucked and licked on the end of his knob. I was rocking to and fro on my knees as I pumped my hand over his cock.
I wanted his spunk to fill my mouth, I wanted to swallow it. Suddenly the gorgeous liquid erupted in my mouth. I swallowed the first wave but the second and third came too close together for me to handle it all. I had to pull away from him. It was then that my face got covered in spunk. It dribbled down to my chin and dripped onto my heaving breasts. I looked up at Greg and smiled. My finger scooped up most of his spunk that was flowing down to my chin. The first, I sucked into my mouth as I stood up, the second I wiped in my dress. Greg stood there, breathing heavily and panting and staring at me.
I pulled my dress up over my head and mopped up the remaining spunk from my face. I unhooked my bra and removed it.
“Come on – its pussy eating time,” I suggested and started to move upstairs.
Greg quickly took his trousers off, followed by his shoes and socks and dumped them at the bottom of the stairs. He was unbuttoning his shirt as he walked upstairs behind me. I dropped my dress and bra outside the spare room on my way past. I waited for Greg outside the master bedroom. He was carrying his shirt and I saw the eager hunger in his eyes as he looked over my body. I opened the door grabbed his cock and took him inside. I never bothered to shut the door. Charles was definitely going to hear this, I thought.
Greg’s shirt was left outside the bedroom. He followed me as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Then I just snapped.
I pushed Greg onto the bed, forcefully. As he hit the bed he started to move backwards towards the headboard. I quickly jumped on him. His cock was trapped between my thighs and I leant forward.
“Suck them,” I told him.
Greg sucked and licked my nipples.
“Now, fucking bite them,” I urged.
I was panting, waiting for my first scream. I felt his mouth rest over my nipple. I was waiting for the bite.
“Bite it,” I demanded.
Greg finally bit into my nipple and I screamed so loud that I thought Charles would come rushing in to save me. I’m glad he didn’t. Greg bit my nipple again, this time the scream was more controlled before he started to bite on the other one.
As he did so I pulled away from him. I crawled up his body looking into his eyes all the time. My hand reached behind me to find a rock hard cock. I was so glad it didn’t take him long to recover. I bet he thought I was going to sink down on it, but I needed my pussy licking. I continued crawling up his body not giving him any scope to move until my pussy was right next to his chin. I lifted myself upwards and the shifted my body forwards.
I felt his tongue brush against my pussy lips. I let out a long sigh of relief. Then I felt it again. Before long his tongue was snaking over my pussy lips and digging into my cunt. It was fucking wonderful. His lips were getting the best wetting I could deliver. I felt his tongue lap at my lips and then snake its way to rub at my clit. His hands found my hips and he pulled me down a little onto him.
I screamed suddenly as he sucked my clit into his mouth and bit on it. Fuck I thought, Greg was learning fast. The whole situation went from pleasure to pain. It was overwhelmingly wonderful. I relished in the intensity of both feelings but I needed to cum hard.
I started to buck my hips over his mouth as his tongue licked and flicked over my clit. My hand came down and grasped beneath his neck and I pulled him upwards as I bucked on his mouth. Greg was wonderful. He extended his tongue and kept it there, in one place, a rigid substitute cock.
My orgasm ripped through my body in double quick time. I think he was a little taken back when I flooded his mouth with cum. He coughed a little as I released his head and let him move. I moved upwards and past him and stared at the headboard. My legs were loosely draped over his arms.
“Fuck me hard,” I said, not looking at him.
Greg moved from under me and spun around quickly. I felt him stare at me briefly as I lowered my torso to the bed. My arse was firmly in the air, and waiting for his cock. I was abandoned to lust, to anything he would now do to me.
I felt his cock brush against the crack of my arse. Then Greg lowered it and I felt it enter my pussy. I felt it slide in me. I pushed back a little to encourage him to fuck me. He didn’t need any encouragement. I felt his cock push all the way in. Eight inches is a wonderful length for me. It’s tight up inside but there is still a little scope for a bit more pressure when they really go for it. Greg was going for it, big time. He was slamming his cock into me relentlessly; his hands on my hips to steady me.
I started to pant as I felt my second orgasm break through.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I started to cry. “Oh! fuck yes…” my words trailed off as my orgasm took over.
I kept screaming out to encourage him more. Greg fucked me really hard and fast even through my own orgasm. I heard him mutter some words and I thought he was about to cum too. Then his cock abandoned my pussy. I couldn’t believe he had done that, I wanted his spunk up me. I tried to listen more intently.
“Fucking gorgeous arse,” I heard him mutter.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I replied. I wanted him back in me again.
I felt Greg’s cock enter my pussy, then he pulled it out, in and out again. When it went in the third time I felt my arse clamp around it. I was not expecting this at all but I pushed back on him as best I could but I couldn’t quite move as much as I would have liked. I looked behind me with the words ‘urgent’ written all over my face.
“Take me there, fuck my arse,” I shouted at him in no uncertain terms. I knew Charles would have heard that wherever he was.
Greg’s cock entered my arse fully and then he started to fuck me really hard again.
I was in heaven, absolute heaven. The only thing that could have made it better was having a second or third bloke helping him out. I had to do with Greg. He fucked me to my third orgasm that night before he could hold back no longer. For some reason he pulled out of me and I felt his spunk flood over the crack of my arse and back. Charles would be disappointed, I thought to myself.
“Arghh!” I screamed, as I felt his hand come down hard on my arse. I screamed twice more as Greg slapped me and told me what a slut I was. He was dead right too.
Before his third slap hit me, I spun around as quick as I could and started sucking his cock. I felt it get bigger almost immediately and pushed him onto the bed. I mounted him and slipped his cock right into my pussy. I started to wiggle my bum on his thighs as I massaged his cock in my cunt. My eyes were closed and I was thrashing on top of him. I felt his cock harden to the point that I could lift my arse off him and really push it into me.
I suddenly started swearing at him. Well not at him exactly, but all the obscenities suddenly came out of my mouth. I wanted another orgasm and knew I was going to get it.
“Fuck me till I cum,” I told him, over and over and over.
Suddenly my whole body went stiff. I felt a hand on my hips. My body was slowing down not speeding up. Someone was stopping me.
“Fuck her hard Greg, just fuck this slut of a wife.” It was Charles’ voice.
I felt Charles’ cock enter my arse. I opened my eyes suddenly and looked around.
“You’re going to get fucked to pieces,” he groaned at me.
I looked down at Greg, “just fuck me, don’t stop,” I urged him.
“I’ve done nothing all night but hear you scream and cum on this strangers cock, so you’re really going to get it now.”
I felt Charles fuck me hard in the arse, and Greg never let up as he pounded my pussy with his cock in unison. I remember saying the words “fuck me” over and over as both these men pounded into me. I started to cum again. This time it wasn’t a single orgasm. I seemed to be having lots of mini ones. Sometimes it was the feeling in my arse that was pushing me over the edge and sometimes it was the cock in my cunt that was doing the same thing. They seemed to come thick and fast until, at one point, they both coincided. That was when I screamed out and hit the roof. Both men didn’t let up though. They just kept fucking me. The next few orgasms were just as good and then another coincident one washed over me.
The last thing I remember before I collapsed on top of Greg was hearing both of them declare that they were cumming.
I don’t know how long I had passed out, but Charles had left the room and Greg was beside me as I lay face down on the bed. I heard Charles run upstairs; a glass of water bobbing in his hand.
“For me?” I asked as I watched him enter the room. He nodded.
I drank. I looked from Charles to Greg and back to Charles. “Fuck that was sooooo good!” I exclaimed.
“I’m sorry hun,” said Charles, “I just couldn’t help myself. I just started to watch you at it and I got so hard.”
“Greg,” I said, “this is Charles, my husband.”
For some reason they shook hands and said hello to each other. It was surreal. It was the first time Charles had ever met someone I brought home. It was probably the first time he had watched, and it was certainly the first time he had ever fucked me in the arse. It was a good night for all of us.
Louise
- 13.06.2021
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