Willi stays the night
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(This is my story I posted some years ago on another site. I thought Hamster readers might like it.)
I cannot describe the sensation of having my cock pumped and my balls licked by my wife while watching another man’s arse pulsing up and down between her wide-spread legs, steadily fucking her eager cunt.
But let me start at the beginning.
We were still 200 kms from home; it was already late afternoon and likely to be dark by the time we arrived.
As we drove on through another small town, there was a figure at the side of the road, thumb out, looking hopeful as we approached.
I stopped picking up hitch-hikers years ago but something made me slow. With a Swedish flag sown to the side pocket of his pants and bulky backpack forcing him to stoop forward, this guy looked like he really needed a break. So I stopped.
Annie, my wife, looked at me quizzically.
“Why did you stop this time?’ she asked.
‘No special reason. I can just relate to his situation; we’ve got plenty of space; he might be interesting … and he looks like a nice guy.’
To be honest, I really didn’t know what made me stop. Just an impulsive instinct.
‘Are you going anywhere near Melbourne?’ he asked with a broad Scandinavian accent.
‘Yeah. Jump in,’ I replied.
He opened the back door, pushed his pack across the seat and climbed in beside it.
He was trying to get to Melbourne, another 90kms past our place. I said we could drop him at the highway exit where we turn off for our village.
At first, I asked all the questions. Willi – or ‘Villi’ as he called himself, was in his mid-forties and was travelling to visit family. He’d been most of the way across Australia, loved the wide open space, thought the sky went on forever and was surprised how easy-going Aussies were. He’d just resigned as a physical education teacher and was due back in Sweden in three weeks’ time to settle his divorce.
At first, Annie stayed silent, but as we drove she started to get into the conversation. By the time we neared our turn off, conversation was flowing easily and Annie was swivelled over the back of her seat, talking excitedly to him. More than once she touched his leg as they chatted and laughed.
“Hey I have to drive to Melbourne tomorrow,’ she said. ‘Instead of us dropping you at the corner just down here, why don’t you stay at our place tonight and I’ll give you a lift there tomorrow?’
‘Oh no, I couldn’t. You’re too kind.’
‘Of course you can. You might not get a lift now and it’s supposed to rain tonight.’
‘Vell, if you’re sure it’s no trouble …’
So it was that Willi stayed the night – a night he’ll never forget. Or us for that matter.
I must add Willi was the perfect gentleman. What happened that night was not of his making. I should also explain Annie and I, both in our 50s, had crossed the line in our marriage several times before and what happened next was not new for us.
After a shower, a simple meal and a couple of bottles of wine, we all sat by the open fire, talking about anything and everything. Willi and I sat on the long lounge while Annie, now really chirpy with the wine and the company, sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Willi. Her white satin evening coat hung loosely open at the top and spread across her parted knees - her breasts and white knickers peeping provocatively at Willi.
Willi said his feet and legs ached from trudging the roads so Annie insisted she massage his feet. He wasn’t given a choice, but didn’t protest too much as Annie peeled his socks off and started rubbing and squeezing his feet.
It was really doing the trick for him as his eyes rolled shut with pleasure and I could see Annie was really getting into it. I wondered where it might go from here and was turned on by the thought. Reasoning that it might progress quicker without me there, I apologised for being tired and and headed for bedroom.
Annie shot a knowing look at me as I rose from the chair and as I kissed her goodnight she whispered in my ear, ‘Thank you – I love you.’
I withdrew to the ‘bedroom’, but crept outside and round the house to watch through the window from the darkness of the garden.
No sooner had I left the room than Annie began slowly creeping her hands up Willi’s legs. Eyes shut, reclining comfortably, he was clearly enjoying the massage.
After a few minutes massaging his calves, Annie pressed a little further up to his knees and thighs. Surprised, Willi opened his eyes and looked at Annie, silently questioning. She smiled back reassuringly.
‘Does that feel nice too? Do you mind me massaging your legs?’
‘No, it feels fantastic, but I’m not sure it’s alright for you and ...’ he said, turning as if to look around the room for me.
‘I thought Scandinavians were the liberated ones!’ Annie chuckled.
‘Well I think we are but you are Australian and you’ve been so good to me I wouldn’t want to abuse your kindness. What if your husband returns?’
‘That’s OK. We like to think we’re liberated Aussies. If he does come back, he’s more likely to join in than anything.’
Willi sat tense and silent for a moment, summing it up. Then he let out a deep sigh and eased back into the lounge.
Annie took her cue and began gently passing her hands across Willi’s lap as she rubbed his thighs. Willi reached out, stroked her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.
‘I must be dreaming,’ he murmured as Annie began stroking and squeezing his swelling cock through his pants. Then she bobbed her head down to caress it with her cheek and kiss it lightly through his pants. Willi swooned in anticipation.
Annie slid her hands up to his waist and undid his belt. Willi raised his hips as she began to tug at his pants. As soon as they were off she resumed rubbing his thighs, and lightly licked and pecked his cock. Then she took it gently in one hand and licked up and down, pausing at each end to tease his balls and the tip of his cock with her darting tongue.
He ran his fingers through her hair again and eased her head towards him. Annie responded by opening her mouth and lowering it slowly over his purple knob. Very delicately, she closed her lips around him and drew back up, before opening wide again and starting back down, tracing his vein with the tip of her tongue as she lowered her face carefully until her nose was buried in his stomach. Then she’d close her lips around his shaft and gently suck as she drew back up.
Willi must have been really struggling to keep his excitement in check. Watching from outside, I was having trouble keeping my own ‘head’.
He motioned for Annie to swing around so he could reach her. Still keeping her lips around his cock, she stood, wriggled her evening coat to the floor and swung sideways – one foot on the floor, the other leg kneeling on the lounge next to Willi, leaving her knicker-clad cunt open wide.
Willi smoothed his hand along from her cheek, down her neck, over her breast, along her tummy and across her knickers until his fingers were resting tenderly over her cunt. He could feel her wetness as his middle finger pushed her knickers into her cunt while she pressed against him, humping his hand.
My joining them was getting near. I would wait until he was inside her and she had cum at least once, then slip back around past the bedroom and into the lounge.
By now, Willi had slid his fingers around Annie’s knickers and had first two then three buried in her cunt, searching for her trigger spots.
Almost immediately, he found one and Annie threw her head back and drove her cunt hard against his fingers, her cum pouring across the palm of his hand and over his wrist.
As he withdrew his fingers and pulled at her knickers, Annie wriggled them off and promptly straddled him, aiming her cunt at his rampant cock. There was no slow, steady insertion here: she was sopping and gaping and he was rock hard and within an instant she was humping and grinding, arching her back and thrusting her cunt to drive his cock inside her.
Willi kissed and sucked her breasts and drove his strong fingers into her butt cheeks as she bounced noisily on top of him. Amid gasping grunts and moans he hunched his chin into his chest and Annie hung her head in ecstasy. Cum number two gushed from her cunt and splashed across the furniture, darkening the lounge fabric.
Then he lifted her off and laid her on her back – her head at the edge of the lounge, knees wide.
Grasping his fat cock he lunged at her again. She kicked her legs wider still as his cock slid back in and she reached up to cup his face and pull them together to kiss that frantic, deep tonguing kiss that goes with that a****l-fuck passion.
It was time to enter the fray.
Naked, I approached the lounge silently. Willi looked startled and anxious as I approached but seeing my rock hard cock and my finger conspiratorially touched to my lips, reassured him and he kept steadily fucking Annie, her eyes shut tight.
I carefully straddled her face and lowered my landing gear to her lips. She opened her eyes, smiled, took my cock with one hand and reached her tongue out to tease my crotch.
I cannot adequately describe the sensational excitement of having my cock pumped and my balls licked by my wife while watching another man’s arse pulsing up and down between her wide-spread legs, steadily fucking her eager cunt.
But the real surprise was still to come. As I gazed upward in ecstasy, with Annie’s tongue caressing that bundle of nerves between my balls and arsehole, I felt another pair of lips slide over and down my cock. Willi! You mongrel! My immediate instinct to pull away was swamped by a rush of pleasure as all my groin sensors were teased to bursting.
Seeing my reaction, Annie licked a finger and slipped it into my hole, which really tested my sexuality, her other hand pumping my cock into Willi’s mouth.
Now, as I write this, I feel awkward about the sexuality crossover but, at that moment, the whole sensation was indescribably fantastic.
The next couple of hours Willi and I spent fucking Annie in every imaginable way. She was up for anything and was absolutely insatiable. Eventually we all went to our bedroom and fucked, sucked, licked and half-dozed until the sky began to lighten.
My last memory of that night was waking from a brief sleep to feel the bed rocking and turn to see Annie on her back, legs spread wide and Willi fucking her from the side, one hand working her clit, and their open mouths locked together in unbridled passion.
I edged up the sheets and poked my half-soft cock at Annie’s cheek and she automatically turned her face to me and opened her mouth to swallow my stiffening cock.
Annie didn’t take Willi to Melbourne that day. She didn’t get out of bed at all. None of us did - except to pee and get more drinks. We stayed there the whole day and the next night just lazily enjoying each other’s sensual warmth and fucking whenever we felt like it.
Willi’s thinking about migrating to Australia and we’re thinking about sponsoring his application.
I cannot describe the sensation of having my cock pumped and my balls licked by my wife while watching another man’s arse pulsing up and down between her wide-spread legs, steadily fucking her eager cunt.
But let me start at the beginning.
We were still 200 kms from home; it was already late afternoon and likely to be dark by the time we arrived.
As we drove on through another small town, there was a figure at the side of the road, thumb out, looking hopeful as we approached.
I stopped picking up hitch-hikers years ago but something made me slow. With a Swedish flag sown to the side pocket of his pants and bulky backpack forcing him to stoop forward, this guy looked like he really needed a break. So I stopped.
Annie, my wife, looked at me quizzically.
“Why did you stop this time?’ she asked.
‘No special reason. I can just relate to his situation; we’ve got plenty of space; he might be interesting … and he looks like a nice guy.’
To be honest, I really didn’t know what made me stop. Just an impulsive instinct.
‘Are you going anywhere near Melbourne?’ he asked with a broad Scandinavian accent.
‘Yeah. Jump in,’ I replied.
He opened the back door, pushed his pack across the seat and climbed in beside it.
He was trying to get to Melbourne, another 90kms past our place. I said we could drop him at the highway exit where we turn off for our village.
At first, I asked all the questions. Willi – or ‘Villi’ as he called himself, was in his mid-forties and was travelling to visit family. He’d been most of the way across Australia, loved the wide open space, thought the sky went on forever and was surprised how easy-going Aussies were. He’d just resigned as a physical education teacher and was due back in Sweden in three weeks’ time to settle his divorce.
At first, Annie stayed silent, but as we drove she started to get into the conversation. By the time we neared our turn off, conversation was flowing easily and Annie was swivelled over the back of her seat, talking excitedly to him. More than once she touched his leg as they chatted and laughed.
“Hey I have to drive to Melbourne tomorrow,’ she said. ‘Instead of us dropping you at the corner just down here, why don’t you stay at our place tonight and I’ll give you a lift there tomorrow?’
‘Oh no, I couldn’t. You’re too kind.’
‘Of course you can. You might not get a lift now and it’s supposed to rain tonight.’
‘Vell, if you’re sure it’s no trouble …’
So it was that Willi stayed the night – a night he’ll never forget. Or us for that matter.
I must add Willi was the perfect gentleman. What happened that night was not of his making. I should also explain Annie and I, both in our 50s, had crossed the line in our marriage several times before and what happened next was not new for us.
After a shower, a simple meal and a couple of bottles of wine, we all sat by the open fire, talking about anything and everything. Willi and I sat on the long lounge while Annie, now really chirpy with the wine and the company, sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Willi. Her white satin evening coat hung loosely open at the top and spread across her parted knees - her breasts and white knickers peeping provocatively at Willi.
Willi said his feet and legs ached from trudging the roads so Annie insisted she massage his feet. He wasn’t given a choice, but didn’t protest too much as Annie peeled his socks off and started rubbing and squeezing his feet.
It was really doing the trick for him as his eyes rolled shut with pleasure and I could see Annie was really getting into it. I wondered where it might go from here and was turned on by the thought. Reasoning that it might progress quicker without me there, I apologised for being tired and and headed for bedroom.
Annie shot a knowing look at me as I rose from the chair and as I kissed her goodnight she whispered in my ear, ‘Thank you – I love you.’
I withdrew to the ‘bedroom’, but crept outside and round the house to watch through the window from the darkness of the garden.
No sooner had I left the room than Annie began slowly creeping her hands up Willi’s legs. Eyes shut, reclining comfortably, he was clearly enjoying the massage.
After a few minutes massaging his calves, Annie pressed a little further up to his knees and thighs. Surprised, Willi opened his eyes and looked at Annie, silently questioning. She smiled back reassuringly.
‘Does that feel nice too? Do you mind me massaging your legs?’
‘No, it feels fantastic, but I’m not sure it’s alright for you and ...’ he said, turning as if to look around the room for me.
‘I thought Scandinavians were the liberated ones!’ Annie chuckled.
‘Well I think we are but you are Australian and you’ve been so good to me I wouldn’t want to abuse your kindness. What if your husband returns?’
‘That’s OK. We like to think we’re liberated Aussies. If he does come back, he’s more likely to join in than anything.’
Willi sat tense and silent for a moment, summing it up. Then he let out a deep sigh and eased back into the lounge.
Annie took her cue and began gently passing her hands across Willi’s lap as she rubbed his thighs. Willi reached out, stroked her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.
‘I must be dreaming,’ he murmured as Annie began stroking and squeezing his swelling cock through his pants. Then she bobbed her head down to caress it with her cheek and kiss it lightly through his pants. Willi swooned in anticipation.
Annie slid her hands up to his waist and undid his belt. Willi raised his hips as she began to tug at his pants. As soon as they were off she resumed rubbing his thighs, and lightly licked and pecked his cock. Then she took it gently in one hand and licked up and down, pausing at each end to tease his balls and the tip of his cock with her darting tongue.
He ran his fingers through her hair again and eased her head towards him. Annie responded by opening her mouth and lowering it slowly over his purple knob. Very delicately, she closed her lips around him and drew back up, before opening wide again and starting back down, tracing his vein with the tip of her tongue as she lowered her face carefully until her nose was buried in his stomach. Then she’d close her lips around his shaft and gently suck as she drew back up.
Willi must have been really struggling to keep his excitement in check. Watching from outside, I was having trouble keeping my own ‘head’.
He motioned for Annie to swing around so he could reach her. Still keeping her lips around his cock, she stood, wriggled her evening coat to the floor and swung sideways – one foot on the floor, the other leg kneeling on the lounge next to Willi, leaving her knicker-clad cunt open wide.
Willi smoothed his hand along from her cheek, down her neck, over her breast, along her tummy and across her knickers until his fingers were resting tenderly over her cunt. He could feel her wetness as his middle finger pushed her knickers into her cunt while she pressed against him, humping his hand.
My joining them was getting near. I would wait until he was inside her and she had cum at least once, then slip back around past the bedroom and into the lounge.
By now, Willi had slid his fingers around Annie’s knickers and had first two then three buried in her cunt, searching for her trigger spots.
Almost immediately, he found one and Annie threw her head back and drove her cunt hard against his fingers, her cum pouring across the palm of his hand and over his wrist.
As he withdrew his fingers and pulled at her knickers, Annie wriggled them off and promptly straddled him, aiming her cunt at his rampant cock. There was no slow, steady insertion here: she was sopping and gaping and he was rock hard and within an instant she was humping and grinding, arching her back and thrusting her cunt to drive his cock inside her.
Willi kissed and sucked her breasts and drove his strong fingers into her butt cheeks as she bounced noisily on top of him. Amid gasping grunts and moans he hunched his chin into his chest and Annie hung her head in ecstasy. Cum number two gushed from her cunt and splashed across the furniture, darkening the lounge fabric.
Then he lifted her off and laid her on her back – her head at the edge of the lounge, knees wide.
Grasping his fat cock he lunged at her again. She kicked her legs wider still as his cock slid back in and she reached up to cup his face and pull them together to kiss that frantic, deep tonguing kiss that goes with that a****l-fuck passion.
It was time to enter the fray.
Naked, I approached the lounge silently. Willi looked startled and anxious as I approached but seeing my rock hard cock and my finger conspiratorially touched to my lips, reassured him and he kept steadily fucking Annie, her eyes shut tight.
I carefully straddled her face and lowered my landing gear to her lips. She opened her eyes, smiled, took my cock with one hand and reached her tongue out to tease my crotch.
I cannot adequately describe the sensational excitement of having my cock pumped and my balls licked by my wife while watching another man’s arse pulsing up and down between her wide-spread legs, steadily fucking her eager cunt.
But the real surprise was still to come. As I gazed upward in ecstasy, with Annie’s tongue caressing that bundle of nerves between my balls and arsehole, I felt another pair of lips slide over and down my cock. Willi! You mongrel! My immediate instinct to pull away was swamped by a rush of pleasure as all my groin sensors were teased to bursting.
Seeing my reaction, Annie licked a finger and slipped it into my hole, which really tested my sexuality, her other hand pumping my cock into Willi’s mouth.
Now, as I write this, I feel awkward about the sexuality crossover but, at that moment, the whole sensation was indescribably fantastic.
The next couple of hours Willi and I spent fucking Annie in every imaginable way. She was up for anything and was absolutely insatiable. Eventually we all went to our bedroom and fucked, sucked, licked and half-dozed until the sky began to lighten.
My last memory of that night was waking from a brief sleep to feel the bed rocking and turn to see Annie on her back, legs spread wide and Willi fucking her from the side, one hand working her clit, and their open mouths locked together in unbridled passion.
I edged up the sheets and poked my half-soft cock at Annie’s cheek and she automatically turned her face to me and opened her mouth to swallow my stiffening cock.
Annie didn’t take Willi to Melbourne that day. She didn’t get out of bed at all. None of us did - except to pee and get more drinks. We stayed there the whole day and the next night just lazily enjoying each other’s sensual warmth and fucking whenever we felt like it.
Willi’s thinking about migrating to Australia and we’re thinking about sponsoring his application.
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