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It has been a couple of weeks since my wonderful wife had told me about the Irish guy that had her head in a spin (and had her libido working overtime), and the fantastic sex that that followed her confession. Over the next day we discussed at length the ramifications if she did follow through and act on her sexual attraction for the man and that I decided to write of the experience from my own point of view as when talking with her I could not seem to keep the words straight in my head, only later did I think of posting it on line.
It was with no small disappointment then, on my part at least, that the conversation had largely gone in the direction that I thought it may follow, with her underlining that it was pure fantasy. That apart from the flirting, she could not see anything getting physical between them, or anyone else for that matter. There was a certain amount of relief in that news as well obviously, but I couldn’t convince myself that it wasn’t something that I really wanted to play out for real. However, I knew better than to push it and upset her and risk that something like that may well never happen again. I may well have worried too much on that score.
That evening, she retired to bed slightly before myself, I had to square-up some oddities on my work rota for the week and I said I would follow shortly, she made it clear that I should not wait too long before joining her. The whole day had been full of teasing remarks and in-jokes between the two of us. She had really enjoyed her fantasy sex with her “Irish stud” and the more prolonged fucking she had from myself that followed afterwards. She particularly loved the copious amounts of cum that I had produced on both occasions and the uncontrolled orgasm that her sex with her imagined lover had solicited from me, I am normally very controlled, so this really excited her. As such, she laid down a couple of rules to try and ensure that I would have as much cum for her as possible when she wanted it. We are both very sexual creatures, but my own sex drive is very much higher than hers, in fact greater than any other guy I know well enough to discuss such things with. She insisted that from now on I was only allowed to cum with her permission, I could still masturbate but not cum! I protested strongly, for one thing, I work at least one night away a week and a good, long wank session, often on the phone to my wife, had become habitual before crashing for the night in the staff quarters as had satisfying myself if she wasn’t in the mood or couldn’t carry on after we’d had sex.
After some thought she jokingly offered the following, generous concession, that I could also have sex with other woman and make them cum as many times as I could, but again her permission would be required if I was to enjoy a climax of my own. We both had one particular friend of mine in mind and I played the imagined scene out for wife as this particular very sexual lady, drenched in her own sweat and cum phoned my wife at work to ask only to be told “no … that’s all mine”, my friend would not like that at all. So, the whole day had a fun, sexually charged feel to it when I finally finished with work stuff, showered and headed up stairs to bed.
I was greeted with a wonderful scene, she lay naked, a slight flush to her skin her left hand held to her breast and her right planting her favourite dildo between her legs
“you kept “us” waiting so, “we” started without you” she purred, and continued to gently push the 9” dildo in and out of her obviously wet pussy. I was instantly turned on, but also a little confused. The whole day long, any discussion of the previous night’s events however light hearted, had been underscored with the very definite assertion on her part at least, that fantasy was fantasy and yet here she was seemly starting a hot sexy session from where we’d seemingly left it the night previously.
My cock hardened and I let the towel fall from my waist. “well I don’t let me stop you …carry on and I’ll catch up …if that’s ok with you two” I said carefully, in case I had misread her meaning. I hung on one of the posts at the bottom of the bed, “it’s ok if I watch again for a little while”. She stopped for a moment lift her head from the pillow, and shot me a naughty look.
“Of course you can watch … so long as you can control yourself this time, I want you both this time”, the smile was back. She settled back to fuck. Well that cleared any doubt from my mind, she wanted this game again, she was already deep in her own thoughts and I was more than willing to play.
There was that sublime look again, this time it had taken no persuasion or teasing on my part to draw her in, no, she was there way before me. I had the sudden realisation this was not a show just put on solely for my arousal, that she had been up here 10 minutes or more already pretending that the giant silicone cock currently filling her cunt was her “Irishman” fucking her, and how he was fucking her. Her legs were not wildly spread in some frantic wank. No, her shapely legs were held together to tighten her sex around “his” tool. The fucking was slow and rhythmic, each thrust of that cock was met which her hips pushing back to meet it, to meet “his” thrust. I couldn’t help but to come to the conclusion that she was with “him” again, and had been since the moment she’d left me to come to bed. Her left hand was leaving visible white imprints on first one breast then the other as “he” squeezed each to the point of pain. Her shoulders arched with each squeeze and a I witnessed a sensuous wave role through her body right down to her ankles, this was immediately followed by another in time with the cock being worked in and out of her pussy. There it was, jealousy, I had never ever felt that about one of her toys, how could I have, but then none of her toys had ever been imbued with such power, representing a “real man”, a potential lover, Christ! … a potential rival?. My cock was rock hard now, but I was transfixed with that thought, and for once could not think of anything clever or correct to say. I stood there presumably looking rather foolish, had there been any one to see, still watching as those amazing undulations pass through her.
“Put that cock in my mouth” she ordered, for a moment I was lost as to whether she was addressing me or her “imagined lover”, I wasn’t quite sure that I existed in the world she was creating at that moment in time, but, I soon snapped out of my small paranoid, delusion, found my feet and joined her on the bed. I was careful not to disturb that wonderful rhythm she had going on, by clumsily kneeing on her hair or falling across her in my haste, you know all those things that happen in reality that are somehow absent in the classier porn films. So carefully straddling her head I let my erection touch her lips trying to keep time with the cock working her cunt. She licked its length and gave an admiring little noise to let me know that it met with her approval. I watched that shiny black plastic disappear and reappear a few times from her slightly stretched lips before reaching down to play with the hard little button that was her clit. I was quite perturbed when she stopped massaging her boobs for a moment to brush my fingers quickly away!
“How would you be able to do that, with him lying there. you would be able to reach through him like that would you?” she chastised, before returning to pinching and pulling her nipples in turn.
“now fuck my mouth”. My wife is not always the most vocal of partners when we’re making love, mostly because she loves being lost in the moment but also as a hangover from raising two k**s in a relatively small Victorian town house where every sound seems to travel. So, when she talkative, especially as here, when she was most definitely taking the lead, I am immensely turned on.
“wouldn’t I be in the way?” I asked with a cheeky grin across my face. “after all, I would want to spoil his view” I moved my cock away and left her tongue searching blindly for it.
“Just fuck my mouth, … this has nothing to do with him , this is for my benefit, this is for me”, she found my cock again and the first couple of inches were lost between those lips, those lips, I noticed for the first time that she had reapplied her makeup at some point during the evening whilst I tinkered on the laptop. Had she been planning this all evening, all day?, were the denials and protests of “his” effect on her just a naughty, sexy ruse just to build up the tension and surprise just for this instant. There I go again, the curse of over thinking everything, I deliberately let that thought go and lent completely over her and began to fuck those red painted lips just as her other lips were releasing, then receiving that beautiful cock in her pussy.
Her first orgasm was very much slower in arriving tonight as we kept up the same gentle pace that she had settled on before I’d come into the bedroom to discover “them”. The only indication that she was about to peak was that the black shaft in her hand was all but lost to my view with each stroke now as it she enjoyed those pleasures that its extra size allowed, as it explored every depth of her sex and bottomed out at the entrance to her womb again and again. This slow build up paid great dividends for her, as her orgasm was amazing, in intensity, length and considerable wetness. My cock was lost from her moist mouth in her sexual convulsions, but, she found it with her free hand and squeezed it, a little too hard for comfort if the truth be told, with each new pulse of pleasure. These eventually subsided enough for her to start speaking sense once more.
“Did you enjoy the ride? … did you like watching me being fucked like that?”, I certainly did I replied and began move her hand, still wrapped around my cock, in mine in order to bring on my own and cum all over her sweet face.
“What are you doing?” she asked resisting my attempts to masturbate. “I would have thought you’d have had the chance to regain a little control over yourself since last night”, she put on an overly stern face, as she spoke. Ok this was new I thought, no dreamy look, eyes shut against the realities of the world, No, this was her very much lucidly imposing this fantasy, her fantasy on reality.
“I think you best “suit” up if you can’t control things, don’t you?” she motioned to the pretty box on the side table where we kept the condoms and relinquished her strangle hold on my member. I tried not to look too sheepish as I stepped down from the bed, circled it to fetch a condom as instructed.
“any particular flavour” I tried to sound casual and nonchalant. I glanced over my shoulder at her lack of response. She was now spread wide, the wetness literately pooled in places on the sheets between her thigh and formed a dence dew across her lower belly and the tops of her legs. Her pussy was now empty, pink and invitingly soaked. The long dildo was held vertically, hand over hand, by her as she sucked the remaining few inches into her mouth. Her juices had run down its length and a trickle had begun to find the path of least resistance from the corner of her mouth into the hollow of her cheek as it drew in to form a good suction on that silicon phallus, sorry, I mentally corrected the image I was witnessing, as she sucked on that huge Irish cock that had just caused her to have a mind-blowing climax. She removed it with a wet popping sound.
“Ok … I think you’ve watched long enough … it’s your turn now, he can watch for a while I get it hard again”. “His” cock was returned to its seemingly rightful place between those red lips.
I deliberately chose a strawberry flavour condom, in this particular brand, it’s nearer Caucasian, flesh-tone in colour. If I’d have picked either the chocolate or the cola flavour the sight and thought of one nut-brown cock in her white pussy and a black one pumping her mouth, would have surely pushed me over the edge a little too quickly for her liking. No, on this occasion I was meant to keep up, she wanted endurance tonight, I felt like I was in competition, and that blew my mind!
Stood to the side of the four poster I planted my lips around the raised mound-de-Venus, my tongue lapping the wetness that was her clit even as I wrapped my cock. Her second orgasm of the evening followed quickly, a sharp set of small convulsions, very different to her first. I had my erection inside her before they fully subsided, adopting a much quicker pace than her previous fuck. I was in a high missionary position her lower legs locking underneath my buttocks which she likes, but even as she gratefully received me, she still sucked hard on her other cock. I kept up the speed and was pleased to see that she was now biting on the dildo as another climax was building inside her, now for one of our favourite tricks.
“Put your legs behind my back” I said, and her grip tightened not only across the small of my back but also around my penis imbedded deep inside her. In one well practiced movement I then lent backwards lifting her buttocks off the bed and sliding my now folded legs underneath to support her. This position, whilst taking a degree of flexibility on my part, allows me not only to stimulate the “roof” of her pussy with my shaft deep inside, whilst at the right moment I can rub her exposed clit. Leaning right back onto one elbow I kept up the pace, scratching her thigh roughly as her shaking began to build up. It was then that I traced my nails towards her hard, little button and lightly rubbed in sync with each new fuck. Her third climax was truly awesome, my cock was forced from its warm wet home, spring back against my flat belly with a slap, this was accompanied by a great gush of her clear juices that arched from her belly-button right up to the top of my chest. The small of her back lifted high off the bed and her hands clawed at the sheets at her sides. I was happy to notice that the dildo, “his” cock, had been spilled too, and now lay rather impotently just off her left shoulder forgotten, for the moment at least. Life is made up of small victories they say, I’d take this one as a win.
I prolonged her orgasm as long as I could before she finally was able to force my hand aside and said that she needed to put her legs together for a moment to recover. She curled over onto her left-hand side, her knees drawn up toward her chest, her face coming to rest against the other cock in the bed.
“just a moment … need …to catch…my breathe”, she gasped between great uncontrolled sighs. I slid down behind her to spoon her whilst she recovered her composure, quite happy with myself, my left arm cradling her head the other resting on her leg, my cock pressed hard into the small of her back. She reached back round behind her with her right hand and found my member, gripping it again, quite firmly, pulling the condom free in the process, half turning to first kiss me then said
“I don’t think he has quite done yet do you?”. My rather smug smile was somewhat wiped away as she let go just as quickly and picked up the dildo once more. Still on her side she parted her knees just enough so that “his” cock could find her pussy once more, turning away from me as she did so but, taking care to stretch back and find room to accommodate “him” at the expense of my comfort. The soft buzzing of its motors died and rose as it was driven home once more and this continued as she switched hands reaching back again with her right to painfully squeeze my butt cheek.
“It’s his turn again” she said. Fuck, I was dying inside, just couldn’t believe the mad rush that filled my mind at that moment as I found myself set aside once more, to make room for her “imagined” fuck buddy. For the second time that evening I was lost, not just for words but simply lost, lying there helplessly, pointlessly as she was quickly brought to the point of another wet orgasm. God, she was enjoying this new power she had over me. Her hand drifted lazily back towards my crotch, at the same time her amazing bum was pressed so hard against me I could feel the vibrations from the toy buried inside her. Then she saved me from my morose, wordlessly she arched again to find the space needed between us, once more she took hold of me, gently this time, and in one seamless manoeuvre guided my cock to where she wanted it, its tip was pressed hard against her other opening. Already super slick with the wash of her multiple orgasms, it found little resistance and my engorged cock head founds its way inside that tight, and infrequently visited place. The buzzing of her other cock was really intense as we shared the spaces inside her as she rocked back and forth, working its base with her hand at the same time again in perfect keeping with everything else that was going on.
I was aware that I had been silent now for some time, and my male ego was seeking some sort of redemption, grabbing her hips, still in our tight spoon, I upped the pace and pushing that bit harder found that wonderful ideal of depth and tightness that only anal sex can give.
“Are we both going to fill you at the same time” I whispered, “is that something that you’d want from us”. I don’t really know if it was my fucking or “his”, or the combination of the two, but she had another sharp, hard climax that this time ejecting the toy. This sudden release of pressure and the loss of “his” hardness again my gland was the trigger for a very powerful orgasm of my own, hot jets of cum shooting inside her caused their own tremors for us both.
When I recovered enough to do so, I buried my face to her neck and kissed it repeatedly, being repaid with a slow gyration of her hips and the softest of purrs’
“that was so hot” I asked.
“you didn’t mind sharing then?” she half replied
“did he?”
There was the usual I love you’s and we drifted to sleep like that just like that, with my penis returning to its usual state still inside her, and the bed a tangled mess of sheets pillows and wet sex.
The following morning, we had another, nice little twist to the game but, for the moment I found myself very contented with my lot in life. I am playing catch-up here with events and will have to simply miss out huge chunks of our story, but, I will endeavour to include stuff relevant in future posts if people are enjoying it. I also hope to include some pictures, heavily amended I’m afraid for anonymity, if my fantastic wife agrees … all the best I hope you enjoyed the read.
It has been a couple of weeks since my wonderful wife had told me about the Irish guy that had her head in a spin (and had her libido working overtime), and the fantastic sex that that followed her confession. Over the next day we discussed at length the ramifications if she did follow through and act on her sexual attraction for the man and that I decided to write of the experience from my own point of view as when talking with her I could not seem to keep the words straight in my head, only later did I think of posting it on line.
It was with no small disappointment then, on my part at least, that the conversation had largely gone in the direction that I thought it may follow, with her underlining that it was pure fantasy. That apart from the flirting, she could not see anything getting physical between them, or anyone else for that matter. There was a certain amount of relief in that news as well obviously, but I couldn’t convince myself that it wasn’t something that I really wanted to play out for real. However, I knew better than to push it and upset her and risk that something like that may well never happen again. I may well have worried too much on that score.
That evening, she retired to bed slightly before myself, I had to square-up some oddities on my work rota for the week and I said I would follow shortly, she made it clear that I should not wait too long before joining her. The whole day had been full of teasing remarks and in-jokes between the two of us. She had really enjoyed her fantasy sex with her “Irish stud” and the more prolonged fucking she had from myself that followed afterwards. She particularly loved the copious amounts of cum that I had produced on both occasions and the uncontrolled orgasm that her sex with her imagined lover had solicited from me, I am normally very controlled, so this really excited her. As such, she laid down a couple of rules to try and ensure that I would have as much cum for her as possible when she wanted it. We are both very sexual creatures, but my own sex drive is very much higher than hers, in fact greater than any other guy I know well enough to discuss such things with. She insisted that from now on I was only allowed to cum with her permission, I could still masturbate but not cum! I protested strongly, for one thing, I work at least one night away a week and a good, long wank session, often on the phone to my wife, had become habitual before crashing for the night in the staff quarters as had satisfying myself if she wasn’t in the mood or couldn’t carry on after we’d had sex.
After some thought she jokingly offered the following, generous concession, that I could also have sex with other woman and make them cum as many times as I could, but again her permission would be required if I was to enjoy a climax of my own. We both had one particular friend of mine in mind and I played the imagined scene out for wife as this particular very sexual lady, drenched in her own sweat and cum phoned my wife at work to ask only to be told “no … that’s all mine”, my friend would not like that at all. So, the whole day had a fun, sexually charged feel to it when I finally finished with work stuff, showered and headed up stairs to bed.
I was greeted with a wonderful scene, she lay naked, a slight flush to her skin her left hand held to her breast and her right planting her favourite dildo between her legs
“you kept “us” waiting so, “we” started without you” she purred, and continued to gently push the 9” dildo in and out of her obviously wet pussy. I was instantly turned on, but also a little confused. The whole day long, any discussion of the previous night’s events however light hearted, had been underscored with the very definite assertion on her part at least, that fantasy was fantasy and yet here she was seemly starting a hot sexy session from where we’d seemingly left it the night previously.
My cock hardened and I let the towel fall from my waist. “well I don’t let me stop you …carry on and I’ll catch up …if that’s ok with you two” I said carefully, in case I had misread her meaning. I hung on one of the posts at the bottom of the bed, “it’s ok if I watch again for a little while”. She stopped for a moment lift her head from the pillow, and shot me a naughty look.
“Of course you can watch … so long as you can control yourself this time, I want you both this time”, the smile was back. She settled back to fuck. Well that cleared any doubt from my mind, she wanted this game again, she was already deep in her own thoughts and I was more than willing to play.
There was that sublime look again, this time it had taken no persuasion or teasing on my part to draw her in, no, she was there way before me. I had the sudden realisation this was not a show just put on solely for my arousal, that she had been up here 10 minutes or more already pretending that the giant silicone cock currently filling her cunt was her “Irishman” fucking her, and how he was fucking her. Her legs were not wildly spread in some frantic wank. No, her shapely legs were held together to tighten her sex around “his” tool. The fucking was slow and rhythmic, each thrust of that cock was met which her hips pushing back to meet it, to meet “his” thrust. I couldn’t help but to come to the conclusion that she was with “him” again, and had been since the moment she’d left me to come to bed. Her left hand was leaving visible white imprints on first one breast then the other as “he” squeezed each to the point of pain. Her shoulders arched with each squeeze and a I witnessed a sensuous wave role through her body right down to her ankles, this was immediately followed by another in time with the cock being worked in and out of her pussy. There it was, jealousy, I had never ever felt that about one of her toys, how could I have, but then none of her toys had ever been imbued with such power, representing a “real man”, a potential lover, Christ! … a potential rival?. My cock was rock hard now, but I was transfixed with that thought, and for once could not think of anything clever or correct to say. I stood there presumably looking rather foolish, had there been any one to see, still watching as those amazing undulations pass through her.
“Put that cock in my mouth” she ordered, for a moment I was lost as to whether she was addressing me or her “imagined lover”, I wasn’t quite sure that I existed in the world she was creating at that moment in time, but, I soon snapped out of my small paranoid, delusion, found my feet and joined her on the bed. I was careful not to disturb that wonderful rhythm she had going on, by clumsily kneeing on her hair or falling across her in my haste, you know all those things that happen in reality that are somehow absent in the classier porn films. So carefully straddling her head I let my erection touch her lips trying to keep time with the cock working her cunt. She licked its length and gave an admiring little noise to let me know that it met with her approval. I watched that shiny black plastic disappear and reappear a few times from her slightly stretched lips before reaching down to play with the hard little button that was her clit. I was quite perturbed when she stopped massaging her boobs for a moment to brush my fingers quickly away!
“How would you be able to do that, with him lying there. you would be able to reach through him like that would you?” she chastised, before returning to pinching and pulling her nipples in turn.
“now fuck my mouth”. My wife is not always the most vocal of partners when we’re making love, mostly because she loves being lost in the moment but also as a hangover from raising two k**s in a relatively small Victorian town house where every sound seems to travel. So, when she talkative, especially as here, when she was most definitely taking the lead, I am immensely turned on.
“wouldn’t I be in the way?” I asked with a cheeky grin across my face. “after all, I would want to spoil his view” I moved my cock away and left her tongue searching blindly for it.
“Just fuck my mouth, … this has nothing to do with him , this is for my benefit, this is for me”, she found my cock again and the first couple of inches were lost between those lips, those lips, I noticed for the first time that she had reapplied her makeup at some point during the evening whilst I tinkered on the laptop. Had she been planning this all evening, all day?, were the denials and protests of “his” effect on her just a naughty, sexy ruse just to build up the tension and surprise just for this instant. There I go again, the curse of over thinking everything, I deliberately let that thought go and lent completely over her and began to fuck those red painted lips just as her other lips were releasing, then receiving that beautiful cock in her pussy.
Her first orgasm was very much slower in arriving tonight as we kept up the same gentle pace that she had settled on before I’d come into the bedroom to discover “them”. The only indication that she was about to peak was that the black shaft in her hand was all but lost to my view with each stroke now as it she enjoyed those pleasures that its extra size allowed, as it explored every depth of her sex and bottomed out at the entrance to her womb again and again. This slow build up paid great dividends for her, as her orgasm was amazing, in intensity, length and considerable wetness. My cock was lost from her moist mouth in her sexual convulsions, but, she found it with her free hand and squeezed it, a little too hard for comfort if the truth be told, with each new pulse of pleasure. These eventually subsided enough for her to start speaking sense once more.
“Did you enjoy the ride? … did you like watching me being fucked like that?”, I certainly did I replied and began move her hand, still wrapped around my cock, in mine in order to bring on my own and cum all over her sweet face.
“What are you doing?” she asked resisting my attempts to masturbate. “I would have thought you’d have had the chance to regain a little control over yourself since last night”, she put on an overly stern face, as she spoke. Ok this was new I thought, no dreamy look, eyes shut against the realities of the world, No, this was her very much lucidly imposing this fantasy, her fantasy on reality.
“I think you best “suit” up if you can’t control things, don’t you?” she motioned to the pretty box on the side table where we kept the condoms and relinquished her strangle hold on my member. I tried not to look too sheepish as I stepped down from the bed, circled it to fetch a condom as instructed.
“any particular flavour” I tried to sound casual and nonchalant. I glanced over my shoulder at her lack of response. She was now spread wide, the wetness literately pooled in places on the sheets between her thigh and formed a dence dew across her lower belly and the tops of her legs. Her pussy was now empty, pink and invitingly soaked. The long dildo was held vertically, hand over hand, by her as she sucked the remaining few inches into her mouth. Her juices had run down its length and a trickle had begun to find the path of least resistance from the corner of her mouth into the hollow of her cheek as it drew in to form a good suction on that silicon phallus, sorry, I mentally corrected the image I was witnessing, as she sucked on that huge Irish cock that had just caused her to have a mind-blowing climax. She removed it with a wet popping sound.
“Ok … I think you’ve watched long enough … it’s your turn now, he can watch for a while I get it hard again”. “His” cock was returned to its seemingly rightful place between those red lips.
I deliberately chose a strawberry flavour condom, in this particular brand, it’s nearer Caucasian, flesh-tone in colour. If I’d have picked either the chocolate or the cola flavour the sight and thought of one nut-brown cock in her white pussy and a black one pumping her mouth, would have surely pushed me over the edge a little too quickly for her liking. No, on this occasion I was meant to keep up, she wanted endurance tonight, I felt like I was in competition, and that blew my mind!
Stood to the side of the four poster I planted my lips around the raised mound-de-Venus, my tongue lapping the wetness that was her clit even as I wrapped my cock. Her second orgasm of the evening followed quickly, a sharp set of small convulsions, very different to her first. I had my erection inside her before they fully subsided, adopting a much quicker pace than her previous fuck. I was in a high missionary position her lower legs locking underneath my buttocks which she likes, but even as she gratefully received me, she still sucked hard on her other cock. I kept up the speed and was pleased to see that she was now biting on the dildo as another climax was building inside her, now for one of our favourite tricks.
“Put your legs behind my back” I said, and her grip tightened not only across the small of my back but also around my penis imbedded deep inside her. In one well practiced movement I then lent backwards lifting her buttocks off the bed and sliding my now folded legs underneath to support her. This position, whilst taking a degree of flexibility on my part, allows me not only to stimulate the “roof” of her pussy with my shaft deep inside, whilst at the right moment I can rub her exposed clit. Leaning right back onto one elbow I kept up the pace, scratching her thigh roughly as her shaking began to build up. It was then that I traced my nails towards her hard, little button and lightly rubbed in sync with each new fuck. Her third climax was truly awesome, my cock was forced from its warm wet home, spring back against my flat belly with a slap, this was accompanied by a great gush of her clear juices that arched from her belly-button right up to the top of my chest. The small of her back lifted high off the bed and her hands clawed at the sheets at her sides. I was happy to notice that the dildo, “his” cock, had been spilled too, and now lay rather impotently just off her left shoulder forgotten, for the moment at least. Life is made up of small victories they say, I’d take this one as a win.
I prolonged her orgasm as long as I could before she finally was able to force my hand aside and said that she needed to put her legs together for a moment to recover. She curled over onto her left-hand side, her knees drawn up toward her chest, her face coming to rest against the other cock in the bed.
“just a moment … need …to catch…my breathe”, she gasped between great uncontrolled sighs. I slid down behind her to spoon her whilst she recovered her composure, quite happy with myself, my left arm cradling her head the other resting on her leg, my cock pressed hard into the small of her back. She reached back round behind her with her right hand and found my member, gripping it again, quite firmly, pulling the condom free in the process, half turning to first kiss me then said
“I don’t think he has quite done yet do you?”. My rather smug smile was somewhat wiped away as she let go just as quickly and picked up the dildo once more. Still on her side she parted her knees just enough so that “his” cock could find her pussy once more, turning away from me as she did so but, taking care to stretch back and find room to accommodate “him” at the expense of my comfort. The soft buzzing of its motors died and rose as it was driven home once more and this continued as she switched hands reaching back again with her right to painfully squeeze my butt cheek.
“It’s his turn again” she said. Fuck, I was dying inside, just couldn’t believe the mad rush that filled my mind at that moment as I found myself set aside once more, to make room for her “imagined” fuck buddy. For the second time that evening I was lost, not just for words but simply lost, lying there helplessly, pointlessly as she was quickly brought to the point of another wet orgasm. God, she was enjoying this new power she had over me. Her hand drifted lazily back towards my crotch, at the same time her amazing bum was pressed so hard against me I could feel the vibrations from the toy buried inside her. Then she saved me from my morose, wordlessly she arched again to find the space needed between us, once more she took hold of me, gently this time, and in one seamless manoeuvre guided my cock to where she wanted it, its tip was pressed hard against her other opening. Already super slick with the wash of her multiple orgasms, it found little resistance and my engorged cock head founds its way inside that tight, and infrequently visited place. The buzzing of her other cock was really intense as we shared the spaces inside her as she rocked back and forth, working its base with her hand at the same time again in perfect keeping with everything else that was going on.
I was aware that I had been silent now for some time, and my male ego was seeking some sort of redemption, grabbing her hips, still in our tight spoon, I upped the pace and pushing that bit harder found that wonderful ideal of depth and tightness that only anal sex can give.
“Are we both going to fill you at the same time” I whispered, “is that something that you’d want from us”. I don’t really know if it was my fucking or “his”, or the combination of the two, but she had another sharp, hard climax that this time ejecting the toy. This sudden release of pressure and the loss of “his” hardness again my gland was the trigger for a very powerful orgasm of my own, hot jets of cum shooting inside her caused their own tremors for us both.
When I recovered enough to do so, I buried my face to her neck and kissed it repeatedly, being repaid with a slow gyration of her hips and the softest of purrs’
“that was so hot” I asked.
“you didn’t mind sharing then?” she half replied
“did he?”
There was the usual I love you’s and we drifted to sleep like that just like that, with my penis returning to its usual state still inside her, and the bed a tangled mess of sheets pillows and wet sex.
The following morning, we had another, nice little twist to the game but, for the moment I found myself very contented with my lot in life. I am playing catch-up here with events and will have to simply miss out huge chunks of our story, but, I will endeavour to include stuff relevant in future posts if people are enjoying it. I also hope to include some pictures, heavily amended I’m afraid for anonymity, if my fantastic wife agrees … all the best I hope you enjoyed the read.
Alessandra
- 03.06.2020
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