A Threesome Story
A strongandsecure original story...
Ahhh. First day off. And I don't go back for a while. I look over to see my gorgeous wife standing over me with a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, boo! First day of vacation! Any ideas of where we're going?”
“Not yet...To Be Determined. Any recommendations?”
“I don't care, Joel. As long as we're together.”
I make my way downstairs. As I make it to the living room, I see a shadow in the driveway. Entering the entryway, the shadowy figure was gone. A single white envelope is sticking out of the mail slot. It's simply addressed to a “Viktor”. No other markings, no postal stamp or return address. I quickly hide it and continue on with the morning. We spend our day packing. Laundry, clothes, cleaning coolers. Then “fun” part of a road trip. The hassle is well worth it. Wherever we end up.
After dinner, I start to get ready to take a shower. Loren is on the couch. It's a humid night. A warm breeze travels throughout the house, windows wide open. She's sprawled out, trying to beat the heat. Short shorts, smooth legs. And her incredible ass propped up by her positioning on the couch. Wow. She is gorgeous. I am so lucky.
“I'm getting in the shower. I love you” I walk over to lean in for a kiss.
“Ok...I love you too.”
I open the clothes I brought in and pull out the envelope. Inside this otherwise inconspicuous message it reads:
You are cordially invited
To an evening of Desire,
Debauchery, and Decadence
Arrive promptly at 7pm
Host: G.
Guest #1 (of 2): Viktor
Venue: Opulent Lounge
Chicago, Illinois
Room: The Library
Please bring proper ID and this invitation.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Don't miss your chance!
2nd Friday of July
Chicago? In four days? Shit!.
I know this name Viktor. It is a “stage name” of sorts. From another time. But this sounds like quite the experience. Chicago it is. I get in the shower and wash up.
“How was your shower?” she says as I come out of the bathroom.
“Good.”
I sit next to her in nothing but my towel.
“So my sister called and said the band is playing in Chicago on Friday. I know you won't want to see the band, but you could enjoy the city while I do. We could meet up afterward. But only if it's cool. It's one day out of the next twenty some we have together on this vacation. What do you think?”
“Um, yeah. Maybe I could catch a game at Wrigley that night. Be a Cubbies fan for an evening.” Fingers crossed I asked, “What day?”
“Friday.”
“Friday?” I trembled.
“Yes. This Friday.”
“Ok....well get ready. We're leaving tmrw. But first…”
I take her in my arms and make love to her. Such a beautiful wife. Such a lucky husband.
“I love you”
Friday morning and I am nervous with anticipation. I have lunch with my wife. We have a light meal and return to our room. I kiss her, holding her close to me. Feeling her against me. I stand there holding her for a while.
“So what are you going to do? Wrigley?” she asks.
“Nah...the Cubs are away and I'm not going to the south side to watch Sox. Probably wander around and check out the town. Maybe I'll find something fun for us to do together.”
“Maybe I will,” she said, matter of factly.
We say our goodbyes and part ways. Knowing I won't see her again until later, and realizing this was going to be a long one, I lie down to take a power nap. I'll need my energy.
After a half hour or so of sleep, I pack a backpack with enough clothes to change twice. Heading out of the hotel, I stop to light a cigarette. Searching my bag for my lighter, I come across the invitation. I'll put you in my pocket now. I stop at a diner and carb load. Potatoes, pasta, bread. Water, water, water. It won't be long now.
I head to the lounge now. My after meal cigarette only half gone when I reach the place. Only a handful of blocks away through the city center. Nervously I smoke it quickly. My anxiety about this peculiar situation causes me to light a cigarette with the burning remnants of the one I was already smoking. Back to back. Yet here I stand, unwavering in my need to solve this mystery. Nervousness aside, you're going to find out what's going on here.
The building is gorgeous. A mansion fit for a king. Nestled in the bustle of the city. A sexual sanctuary. The world moves around it. People are constantly walking up and down the streets. Unbeknownst to them, rooms filled with sexual deviance, fulfilled fantasies, erotic memories.
When I'm finally done calming my nerves with nicotine, I enter. A large door opens to foyer with two spiral staircases on either side of the room leading to the balcony of the second of five floors. People are coming and going into rooms, up and down the stairs. A good amount of them naked. A desk not unlike a check in at a hotel yet bare with a single woman standing behind it. She was the most clothed person I've seen in here so far, so I show my ID and the invitation. She looks at both. Looks at me, then guides me to my left. Into the far east corner of the home.
In this room, lockers and showers. Unisex, of course. A handful of people, say four or five people were in there at any given time. Old high school lockers shoved in with a beautiful attached shower room. Shower heads wherever you look. I clean myself and throw on my linen leisure suit. Cream in color with deck shoes, no socks. I head out.
I wander the halls for a bit. Some of the doors were open. Some closed. Loud screams and dirty talk echo throughout. Some rooms with open doors had velvet ropes. Do not enter. But feel free to watch. The meaning of the closed doors were obvious yet mysterious because the mind wanders as it wonders what happen behind closed doors at a place like this.
The doors with no barricade are open to all. Some had a few stragglers in and out watching or couples using other pieces of furniture for their own “same room” experience. Other open rooms gathered large crowds. The dirtier the situation, the more people wanted to watch. Or even join.
Ah….here it is. The room on the invite. As I am entering the library, I notice the room lit in deliberate areas. Seemingly random yet purposefully arranged sexual plush and leather furniture. Two people are in the room. A man and a woman. He is nicely dressed, summer wedding attire. Off white suit, light blue shirt under coat and no tie. He's in his mid 20s, short hair. Clean cut with goatee. Seemingly tall, from this perspective. Laid back in a large, overstuffed chair, legs stretched out in front of him. I can see him enthralled with the beauty on the other side of the room.
A young woman. She's gorgeous. Graciously laying back on piece of furniture, touching herself in front of him. Not for him, for herself. She glances at him occasionally, again for her benefit. Taking her pleasure and deserved pride, her strength and sexual prowess is unmistakable.
As her head moves in the moment, she notices me in the doorway. Her hands move away from herself as she stands up. She walks over to him with determination and leans in, whispering something in his ear. Now she begins purposefully wandering to greet me in a way to show herself to me from every angle.
She's seemingly d****d in black. Heels holding up gorgeous legs wrapped in fishnet stockings leading up to an amazing ass, outlined with strappy panties. A corset lifting up her pert breasts, all covered in a sheer, black gown which sweeps the floor with every step she takes. She takes me by the hand and whispers in my ear with a sneaky giggle, “Don't be shy.” I assume she whispered the same to him. I wonder how my wife's shopping trip is going.
I am lead to piece of furniture resembling a couch, with distinctive curves and undulations lending themselves quite ergonomically to a plethora of devious sexual positions. I come to rest in it's comfortable plush as she grabs him by the hand and sits him next to me. He struggles to find comfort in a place of unsurpassed luxury. His anxious movements betray his otherwise calm demeanor. Whatever is in his head, it will soon give way to ecstasy, I have no doubt.
In front of us lies a small, upholstered stage of sorts. Not tall or roomy but perfect for a little show. She saunters up on, turns to us and asks, “How can you sit in front of such a specimen of true female beauty and hide your joy behind layers of clothing?”
Ironically, we are both ashamed that we were sitting there fully clothed and immediately disrobe. He was just as turned on as I was, utterly apparent by how hard he was. She thanks us and slowly dances, showing of her skin deliberately, her gown on and off her shoulders until it drops to floor. Her appreciation becomes physical as she kneels down in front of us. She takes us each in her hands. Slowly she begins to stroke us.
“I love having two cocks...what ecstasy to be pleased by two men. These are mine this evening. I am in control. I hold all of the power. Your pleasure will be derived from pleasing me. Succeed and the pleasure will be all of ours.”
She continues stroking us. Looking at us as she brings us to the edge then slowly backs off. It becomes apparent very quickly how much pleasure she's deriving from this. She begins to lick and softly suck my cock while stroking his. For what seems like an eternity of decadence, she takes turn sucking both of us. Never forgetting about the other, her hand in complete control of one cock, her mouth in control of the other. She backs off and releases us both as she heads back to the stage.
Her body is breathtaking. Slim, tight, soft and smooth skin, pale and beautiful complexion. A bralette covering her breasts comes off almost imperceptibly as her body seductively moves. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him slowly stroking himself. Admittedly, it was a nice cock. Smooth and circumcised, around 7 or 8 inches long and decent girth. It was obvious he was only lightly playing realizing in this circumstance it might be hard to not release before the evening even really starts. We were both in the same boat, understanding stamina would be important to all of our pleasure. I, too, was handling myself with care, yet still couldn't help from touching myself. With my attention on her, I still found myself seeing him in my periphery. I could see him doing the same thing. She noticed this quickly and said, “Remember what I said earlier?”
My mind isn't holding details well in the moment yet her phrase reoccurs to me, Don't be shy. Her grin breaks through to sheer delight as I feel his hand push mine out of the way. His grip on me is soft and rhythmic. My eyes meet hers and I hear her say, “That is so hot. Put on a show for me now!”
I reach down and start touching him. Rubbing his shaft with my fingers until I find his tip, dripping. I trace him from there to the base back to the spot under the head. The copious amounts of fluid streaming down him turns all three of us on. I know I'm leaking as well, feeling him stroke me using it as a lubricant. I grab his cock, throbbing in my hand as I stroke him too.
By now she's on the edge of this “stage”, legs spread, with a finger inside of herself, twirling and playing as she waits eagerly to see what happens next. I thought, If she wants a show, a show is what she will get. It's gone this far already. His cock is in my hand, why not my mouth. I remove my hand from him as he continues to touch me. My fingertips rise to my lips, her eyes locking with mine, I taste what I'm about to do.
“Ooooh...wow. Do you like the taste? Will you get some directly from the source?”
Her words beckoning me to take him in my mouth. I know she wants to see it. Even in the candlelight, her fingers glistened. Her wetness exposed how turned on by this she was. She wanted to watch me pleasure him. And him please me. What a dirty woman. What a wife she would make.
I laid on my side, allowing both him to still reach me and me to see her. My lips meet the skin of him, another man's cock so close to me, all the while a woman watching and playing. Eyes closed, I lick him. Starting at the base I can feel the veins exposed by his concrete erection pulse under my tongue. I find myself finally opening my eyes as he enters my mouth and that sweetness hits my taste buds once again. Her head perks up, leaning in to get a better view. I hear her murmur Oh fuck several times as I take him in fully. I love to please and as I'm here pleasing two, my cock twitches as he edges me. He's close, too. His precum leaking more and more as I suck his cock. I can't believe this...I can't fucking believe this! So fucking hot! I'm thinking this, as I watch her watch me give another man pleasure with my obviously eager mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” she utters, “...suck that cock.”
By now, she's found a small vibrator and is herself seemingly edging. He lies down next to me, to take me into his mouth while I climb on top to keep him in mine.
“So fucking hot! I have to help!”
She crawls to meet me face to face, a hard cock throbbing between our lips. With him in my mouth, she licks his shaft and balls. He sucks me harder and harder as we both orally please him. Taking turns going down on him, the other licking and tasting any available spot to give pleasure. Soon, I found myself kissing her, the tip of his cock between our lips. Our tongues mingling his sweet taste in both of our mouths.
“I can't believe how much this is turning me on”, she says as she pulls away.
She laid back on the couch, spreading her legs to give way to her smooth, little pussy. Soaking wet, her juices string between her fingers as she gently rubs herself. As I crawl to lick her, he senses this and gets out from underneath me. He turns me to the side, so he could continue pleasing me. I lick her pussy while I finger her, edging her. The trembling this caused had him quickly turn his attention toward her.
He crept up and began rubbing her body. Touching her all over, grabbing her breasts. As soon as he was within reach, she immediately started stroking him with vigor. Her body writhing as my tongue and finger please her with his caressing adding so much pleasure. Feeling the four hands of two men all over her while one is licking her pussy has her rabid. Eagerly accepting this indulgence, she pulls him to her mouth.
The closer she is to cumming, the louder her moans get and the harder she sucks him. I see him tense up, to keep from cumming as she devours him. His cock is a blur between her lips. I tip her over the edge. Her pussy clinches up and she holds that cock in her mouth as she cums on my tongue, her amazing blowjob ceases. I slowly withdraw from licking her and sit up on the couch, my finger still inside of her twitching pussy.
As he clenches again, he recedes from her mouth giving way to a large gasp. His phallus shines in the dim light, covered in her saliva from her incredible blowjob, at full attention.
“Oh wow...I came so fucking hard! I'm looking forward to more!”
Him and I sit up next to each other on the couch again and she straddles me. Her wet lips pursed at the tip of my cock until she finally plunges me deep inside of her dripping pussy. She rides me, kissing me. As she leans back to grind me deep inside of her, she catches me stroking him. She trembles at this moment, turned on to find this. She reaches down and starts to play with him as well.
As she continues to bounce up and down on my cock, he stands up next to us. His erection is now in both of our faces and it's a race to see who can get him in their mouth first. It seems as if she let me win because it turned her on to watch him go in and out of my mouth. Naturally, we took turns. Making out with a cock in our mouths turned me on so much.
She sat him back down. She turned with her back to him and lowered herself onto him. She lets out a low moan as she takes him all in. I get down and start to lick her again. This time with a nice, smooth cock pumping in and out of her.
“This is so hot…” I mumbled.
“Fuck yeah, it is” she joined in. “Lick that pussy while I'm full of cock!”
“You are a dirty girl, aren't you? I fucking love it!”
I continued to lick her. And him. My tongue working up from his balls, up his shaft wet with her sweet juices, along both where he's entering her, around her lips, to her clit. Then back down. Repeating this dual pleasure rhythm, taking him in my mouth from time to time, tasting them both. And spending time bring her to another orgasm with my tongue on her full pussy. After she sat for a moment on his cock, I could tell she was squeezing it with her tight, strong pussy. Every time she did it, I could see, and sometimes feel, his balls clench. She got up off of him and joined me at his cock.
“You guys can last so long.” she says between her turn sucking him. “I lost count of my orgasms. What a fucking night!” A statement I've yet to hear my wife speak.
She looked to him and said, “Get behind me and put your hard dick inside my wet pussy, too. I want you to fill me up with both of your cocks, feeling them slide against each other while you both fuck me”.
He kneels behind us and starts to enter her. As his tip is in I notice her wince a bit. But she is definitely enjoying it.
“Slowly, ease into me.”
Now all of us holding steady, we're both buried deep inside of her. Her tiny pussy stretched around both of us. So tight, squeezing our two cocks together. I can feel his pulse through his cock on mine. We begin steadily rubbing against each other as we fuck her pussy at the same time. This feeling is euphoric. I know can't last long doing this. We continue to fill her up and she directs us to stay still. Our hard cocks lined up inside of her, she begins rocking back and forth. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Her moans and excessive expletives give way to screams, drowning out our own vulgarities.
I feel the familiar beginnings of her orgasmic trembling. She screams out and cums so hard on both of us. He yells a loud, muffled Fuck and abruptly pulls out, presumably to prevent himself from cumming. Who could blame him. If she stays where she is, I won't be able to hold out much longer.
She rises up off me and inches her way down to her knees in front of me. Rubbing herself as she does so. She looks back at him, already behind her, and he gives her a look as if to say I'm ready.
She postures herself in front of me on all fours as he readies himself to enter her from behind. Her breath caresses my tip, warming as it travels down my shaft. Her eyes find mine as she raises her hips and slowly pushes back against him, guiding his cock into her. “Do you enjoy this view? Holding my gaze as I'm filled with him?”
I twitched uncontrollably, bringing me to her lips each time, as my wetness coalesced between us both. She's holding him deep inside of her. The expression on his face was deafeningly quiet. Buried and still, he lit up with pleasure. As she pulled away from him to start riding him slowly, her tongue met the crown of my cock. Quickly she receded, backing up onto him fully. Becoming a fluid motion of riding one cock and sucking another, she grabs me tightly by the base and buries me in her mouth.
Her moans reverberate through me as her pace picks up. Soon she's bearing down hard and deep on him, grinding as her ass bounces up and down. Feverishly worshipping my cock, squeezing tighter and sucking harder as he grabs her by her hips and fucks her. Her mouth, now sliding up and down my shaft, has a devilish smirk. As I'm realizing by now she can handle both of our cocks, she looks up at me at and says, “I love being fucked from behind while I suck your cock!”
Her breathing getting faster, her moans turning to screams.
“OH FUCK! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! HA-HARDER!”
Her words once again become muffled as she takes me in her mouth, truly enjoy having this pleasure. Her rhythmic motions back and forth between us have gotten faster. Having trouble holding back, she releases me from her mouth and and screams, “I'm gonna cum! Fuck!” I feel her grip tighten as she tries to take him as deep and hard as she can. As her orgasm travels through her body she buries my cock back in her mouth. Her body trembling, she stops and pulls away from him. The moment he is fully out, she turns to him and starts to taste her cum on his cock. “I taste good on you!” She looks back at me and motions her to have me join her. “Come taste me on him.”
I kneel down with her. She grips him by the base and points him towards my open mouth. I take him in and his cock is soaked with her juices. She came hard on his cock. My erection twitches with every stroke she makes on him into my mouth. She continues to stroke him while I suck him as she crawls beneath me. Inserting me into her missionary, she pulls me into her to take it all.
“Fuck me. Fuck me while you suck him. Can you make us both cum?”
“Mmm-hmmm” is all I can muster as I bury him in my mouth and my dick in her. I feel her twitch. There it is again. I won't be able to make it through another one of her intense orgasms. I feel it starting. She strokes him faster in my mouth. I take over, stroking him and fucking her. Harder and faster on both. I feel his cock stiffen and shoot out a load of cum, finding it's way to cover her supple breasts. She screams and fucks me back hard. She's cumming on my cock now and I can't hold it. I fill her up with my cum. I continue to fuck her, as she rides her orgasm out, slower and slowly until I finally collapse on top of her out of sheer exhaustion. Our bodies a tangle mess. He sits up on the couch. What I thought was silence behind us broke to music. A blues riff at the moment. The riff from that song that was playing in the bar that night. The night I knew there was no going back. I could never live without her. I could never do anything to hurt her. I love her. More than anything in this world. My beautiful wife. That blues riff brought me back to reality. What now? I can't undo this? Will she be mad?
She lays up on the couch. Her legs over his lap. I sit down with her head in my back. He looks over at me at thanks me.
“This was amazing. I will never forget tonight! So hot.”
“Thank you, guys! I enjoyed myself. So, Vik, how about you? Did you enjoy yourself? Any regrets?”
“None. If my wife is happy and will always love me after this, I have no regrets.”
“Well dear, I am a very happy wife. And I will always love you”
A third voice chimes in, “You guys are so fucking hot. Wow.”
We take leave. Thank god her sister wasn't in town. Back to our locker room to clean up. After her I exit, showered and refreshed, I come upon my wife in the lounge talking with a girl who seems similar to herself. She introduces me. No name. Just introduces me as “Viktor” again. But doesn't tell me her name. My wife gives me a wink. I ask her name.
“Your wife, Gisele, said I could be...your unicorn, maybe?”
Hmm. This is going to be a crazy vacation.
Ahhh. First day off. And I don't go back for a while. I look over to see my gorgeous wife standing over me with a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, boo! First day of vacation! Any ideas of where we're going?”
“Not yet...To Be Determined. Any recommendations?”
“I don't care, Joel. As long as we're together.”
I make my way downstairs. As I make it to the living room, I see a shadow in the driveway. Entering the entryway, the shadowy figure was gone. A single white envelope is sticking out of the mail slot. It's simply addressed to a “Viktor”. No other markings, no postal stamp or return address. I quickly hide it and continue on with the morning. We spend our day packing. Laundry, clothes, cleaning coolers. Then “fun” part of a road trip. The hassle is well worth it. Wherever we end up.
After dinner, I start to get ready to take a shower. Loren is on the couch. It's a humid night. A warm breeze travels throughout the house, windows wide open. She's sprawled out, trying to beat the heat. Short shorts, smooth legs. And her incredible ass propped up by her positioning on the couch. Wow. She is gorgeous. I am so lucky.
“I'm getting in the shower. I love you” I walk over to lean in for a kiss.
“Ok...I love you too.”
I open the clothes I brought in and pull out the envelope. Inside this otherwise inconspicuous message it reads:
You are cordially invited
To an evening of Desire,
Debauchery, and Decadence
Arrive promptly at 7pm
Host: G.
Guest #1 (of 2): Viktor
Venue: Opulent Lounge
Chicago, Illinois
Room: The Library
Please bring proper ID and this invitation.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Don't miss your chance!
2nd Friday of July
Chicago? In four days? Shit!.
I know this name Viktor. It is a “stage name” of sorts. From another time. But this sounds like quite the experience. Chicago it is. I get in the shower and wash up.
“How was your shower?” she says as I come out of the bathroom.
“Good.”
I sit next to her in nothing but my towel.
“So my sister called and said the band is playing in Chicago on Friday. I know you won't want to see the band, but you could enjoy the city while I do. We could meet up afterward. But only if it's cool. It's one day out of the next twenty some we have together on this vacation. What do you think?”
“Um, yeah. Maybe I could catch a game at Wrigley that night. Be a Cubbies fan for an evening.” Fingers crossed I asked, “What day?”
“Friday.”
“Friday?” I trembled.
“Yes. This Friday.”
“Ok....well get ready. We're leaving tmrw. But first…”
I take her in my arms and make love to her. Such a beautiful wife. Such a lucky husband.
“I love you”
Friday morning and I am nervous with anticipation. I have lunch with my wife. We have a light meal and return to our room. I kiss her, holding her close to me. Feeling her against me. I stand there holding her for a while.
“So what are you going to do? Wrigley?” she asks.
“Nah...the Cubs are away and I'm not going to the south side to watch Sox. Probably wander around and check out the town. Maybe I'll find something fun for us to do together.”
“Maybe I will,” she said, matter of factly.
We say our goodbyes and part ways. Knowing I won't see her again until later, and realizing this was going to be a long one, I lie down to take a power nap. I'll need my energy.
After a half hour or so of sleep, I pack a backpack with enough clothes to change twice. Heading out of the hotel, I stop to light a cigarette. Searching my bag for my lighter, I come across the invitation. I'll put you in my pocket now. I stop at a diner and carb load. Potatoes, pasta, bread. Water, water, water. It won't be long now.
I head to the lounge now. My after meal cigarette only half gone when I reach the place. Only a handful of blocks away through the city center. Nervously I smoke it quickly. My anxiety about this peculiar situation causes me to light a cigarette with the burning remnants of the one I was already smoking. Back to back. Yet here I stand, unwavering in my need to solve this mystery. Nervousness aside, you're going to find out what's going on here.
The building is gorgeous. A mansion fit for a king. Nestled in the bustle of the city. A sexual sanctuary. The world moves around it. People are constantly walking up and down the streets. Unbeknownst to them, rooms filled with sexual deviance, fulfilled fantasies, erotic memories.
When I'm finally done calming my nerves with nicotine, I enter. A large door opens to foyer with two spiral staircases on either side of the room leading to the balcony of the second of five floors. People are coming and going into rooms, up and down the stairs. A good amount of them naked. A desk not unlike a check in at a hotel yet bare with a single woman standing behind it. She was the most clothed person I've seen in here so far, so I show my ID and the invitation. She looks at both. Looks at me, then guides me to my left. Into the far east corner of the home.
In this room, lockers and showers. Unisex, of course. A handful of people, say four or five people were in there at any given time. Old high school lockers shoved in with a beautiful attached shower room. Shower heads wherever you look. I clean myself and throw on my linen leisure suit. Cream in color with deck shoes, no socks. I head out.
I wander the halls for a bit. Some of the doors were open. Some closed. Loud screams and dirty talk echo throughout. Some rooms with open doors had velvet ropes. Do not enter. But feel free to watch. The meaning of the closed doors were obvious yet mysterious because the mind wanders as it wonders what happen behind closed doors at a place like this.
The doors with no barricade are open to all. Some had a few stragglers in and out watching or couples using other pieces of furniture for their own “same room” experience. Other open rooms gathered large crowds. The dirtier the situation, the more people wanted to watch. Or even join.
Ah….here it is. The room on the invite. As I am entering the library, I notice the room lit in deliberate areas. Seemingly random yet purposefully arranged sexual plush and leather furniture. Two people are in the room. A man and a woman. He is nicely dressed, summer wedding attire. Off white suit, light blue shirt under coat and no tie. He's in his mid 20s, short hair. Clean cut with goatee. Seemingly tall, from this perspective. Laid back in a large, overstuffed chair, legs stretched out in front of him. I can see him enthralled with the beauty on the other side of the room.
A young woman. She's gorgeous. Graciously laying back on piece of furniture, touching herself in front of him. Not for him, for herself. She glances at him occasionally, again for her benefit. Taking her pleasure and deserved pride, her strength and sexual prowess is unmistakable.
As her head moves in the moment, she notices me in the doorway. Her hands move away from herself as she stands up. She walks over to him with determination and leans in, whispering something in his ear. Now she begins purposefully wandering to greet me in a way to show herself to me from every angle.
She's seemingly d****d in black. Heels holding up gorgeous legs wrapped in fishnet stockings leading up to an amazing ass, outlined with strappy panties. A corset lifting up her pert breasts, all covered in a sheer, black gown which sweeps the floor with every step she takes. She takes me by the hand and whispers in my ear with a sneaky giggle, “Don't be shy.” I assume she whispered the same to him. I wonder how my wife's shopping trip is going.
I am lead to piece of furniture resembling a couch, with distinctive curves and undulations lending themselves quite ergonomically to a plethora of devious sexual positions. I come to rest in it's comfortable plush as she grabs him by the hand and sits him next to me. He struggles to find comfort in a place of unsurpassed luxury. His anxious movements betray his otherwise calm demeanor. Whatever is in his head, it will soon give way to ecstasy, I have no doubt.
In front of us lies a small, upholstered stage of sorts. Not tall or roomy but perfect for a little show. She saunters up on, turns to us and asks, “How can you sit in front of such a specimen of true female beauty and hide your joy behind layers of clothing?”
Ironically, we are both ashamed that we were sitting there fully clothed and immediately disrobe. He was just as turned on as I was, utterly apparent by how hard he was. She thanks us and slowly dances, showing of her skin deliberately, her gown on and off her shoulders until it drops to floor. Her appreciation becomes physical as she kneels down in front of us. She takes us each in her hands. Slowly she begins to stroke us.
“I love having two cocks...what ecstasy to be pleased by two men. These are mine this evening. I am in control. I hold all of the power. Your pleasure will be derived from pleasing me. Succeed and the pleasure will be all of ours.”
She continues stroking us. Looking at us as she brings us to the edge then slowly backs off. It becomes apparent very quickly how much pleasure she's deriving from this. She begins to lick and softly suck my cock while stroking his. For what seems like an eternity of decadence, she takes turn sucking both of us. Never forgetting about the other, her hand in complete control of one cock, her mouth in control of the other. She backs off and releases us both as she heads back to the stage.
Her body is breathtaking. Slim, tight, soft and smooth skin, pale and beautiful complexion. A bralette covering her breasts comes off almost imperceptibly as her body seductively moves. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him slowly stroking himself. Admittedly, it was a nice cock. Smooth and circumcised, around 7 or 8 inches long and decent girth. It was obvious he was only lightly playing realizing in this circumstance it might be hard to not release before the evening even really starts. We were both in the same boat, understanding stamina would be important to all of our pleasure. I, too, was handling myself with care, yet still couldn't help from touching myself. With my attention on her, I still found myself seeing him in my periphery. I could see him doing the same thing. She noticed this quickly and said, “Remember what I said earlier?”
My mind isn't holding details well in the moment yet her phrase reoccurs to me, Don't be shy. Her grin breaks through to sheer delight as I feel his hand push mine out of the way. His grip on me is soft and rhythmic. My eyes meet hers and I hear her say, “That is so hot. Put on a show for me now!”
I reach down and start touching him. Rubbing his shaft with my fingers until I find his tip, dripping. I trace him from there to the base back to the spot under the head. The copious amounts of fluid streaming down him turns all three of us on. I know I'm leaking as well, feeling him stroke me using it as a lubricant. I grab his cock, throbbing in my hand as I stroke him too.
By now she's on the edge of this “stage”, legs spread, with a finger inside of herself, twirling and playing as she waits eagerly to see what happens next. I thought, If she wants a show, a show is what she will get. It's gone this far already. His cock is in my hand, why not my mouth. I remove my hand from him as he continues to touch me. My fingertips rise to my lips, her eyes locking with mine, I taste what I'm about to do.
“Ooooh...wow. Do you like the taste? Will you get some directly from the source?”
Her words beckoning me to take him in my mouth. I know she wants to see it. Even in the candlelight, her fingers glistened. Her wetness exposed how turned on by this she was. She wanted to watch me pleasure him. And him please me. What a dirty woman. What a wife she would make.
I laid on my side, allowing both him to still reach me and me to see her. My lips meet the skin of him, another man's cock so close to me, all the while a woman watching and playing. Eyes closed, I lick him. Starting at the base I can feel the veins exposed by his concrete erection pulse under my tongue. I find myself finally opening my eyes as he enters my mouth and that sweetness hits my taste buds once again. Her head perks up, leaning in to get a better view. I hear her murmur Oh fuck several times as I take him in fully. I love to please and as I'm here pleasing two, my cock twitches as he edges me. He's close, too. His precum leaking more and more as I suck his cock. I can't believe this...I can't fucking believe this! So fucking hot! I'm thinking this, as I watch her watch me give another man pleasure with my obviously eager mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” she utters, “...suck that cock.”
By now, she's found a small vibrator and is herself seemingly edging. He lies down next to me, to take me into his mouth while I climb on top to keep him in mine.
“So fucking hot! I have to help!”
She crawls to meet me face to face, a hard cock throbbing between our lips. With him in my mouth, she licks his shaft and balls. He sucks me harder and harder as we both orally please him. Taking turns going down on him, the other licking and tasting any available spot to give pleasure. Soon, I found myself kissing her, the tip of his cock between our lips. Our tongues mingling his sweet taste in both of our mouths.
“I can't believe how much this is turning me on”, she says as she pulls away.
She laid back on the couch, spreading her legs to give way to her smooth, little pussy. Soaking wet, her juices string between her fingers as she gently rubs herself. As I crawl to lick her, he senses this and gets out from underneath me. He turns me to the side, so he could continue pleasing me. I lick her pussy while I finger her, edging her. The trembling this caused had him quickly turn his attention toward her.
He crept up and began rubbing her body. Touching her all over, grabbing her breasts. As soon as he was within reach, she immediately started stroking him with vigor. Her body writhing as my tongue and finger please her with his caressing adding so much pleasure. Feeling the four hands of two men all over her while one is licking her pussy has her rabid. Eagerly accepting this indulgence, she pulls him to her mouth.
The closer she is to cumming, the louder her moans get and the harder she sucks him. I see him tense up, to keep from cumming as she devours him. His cock is a blur between her lips. I tip her over the edge. Her pussy clinches up and she holds that cock in her mouth as she cums on my tongue, her amazing blowjob ceases. I slowly withdraw from licking her and sit up on the couch, my finger still inside of her twitching pussy.
As he clenches again, he recedes from her mouth giving way to a large gasp. His phallus shines in the dim light, covered in her saliva from her incredible blowjob, at full attention.
“Oh wow...I came so fucking hard! I'm looking forward to more!”
Him and I sit up next to each other on the couch again and she straddles me. Her wet lips pursed at the tip of my cock until she finally plunges me deep inside of her dripping pussy. She rides me, kissing me. As she leans back to grind me deep inside of her, she catches me stroking him. She trembles at this moment, turned on to find this. She reaches down and starts to play with him as well.
As she continues to bounce up and down on my cock, he stands up next to us. His erection is now in both of our faces and it's a race to see who can get him in their mouth first. It seems as if she let me win because it turned her on to watch him go in and out of my mouth. Naturally, we took turns. Making out with a cock in our mouths turned me on so much.
She sat him back down. She turned with her back to him and lowered herself onto him. She lets out a low moan as she takes him all in. I get down and start to lick her again. This time with a nice, smooth cock pumping in and out of her.
“This is so hot…” I mumbled.
“Fuck yeah, it is” she joined in. “Lick that pussy while I'm full of cock!”
“You are a dirty girl, aren't you? I fucking love it!”
I continued to lick her. And him. My tongue working up from his balls, up his shaft wet with her sweet juices, along both where he's entering her, around her lips, to her clit. Then back down. Repeating this dual pleasure rhythm, taking him in my mouth from time to time, tasting them both. And spending time bring her to another orgasm with my tongue on her full pussy. After she sat for a moment on his cock, I could tell she was squeezing it with her tight, strong pussy. Every time she did it, I could see, and sometimes feel, his balls clench. She got up off of him and joined me at his cock.
“You guys can last so long.” she says between her turn sucking him. “I lost count of my orgasms. What a fucking night!” A statement I've yet to hear my wife speak.
She looked to him and said, “Get behind me and put your hard dick inside my wet pussy, too. I want you to fill me up with both of your cocks, feeling them slide against each other while you both fuck me”.
He kneels behind us and starts to enter her. As his tip is in I notice her wince a bit. But she is definitely enjoying it.
“Slowly, ease into me.”
Now all of us holding steady, we're both buried deep inside of her. Her tiny pussy stretched around both of us. So tight, squeezing our two cocks together. I can feel his pulse through his cock on mine. We begin steadily rubbing against each other as we fuck her pussy at the same time. This feeling is euphoric. I know can't last long doing this. We continue to fill her up and she directs us to stay still. Our hard cocks lined up inside of her, she begins rocking back and forth. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Her moans and excessive expletives give way to screams, drowning out our own vulgarities.
I feel the familiar beginnings of her orgasmic trembling. She screams out and cums so hard on both of us. He yells a loud, muffled Fuck and abruptly pulls out, presumably to prevent himself from cumming. Who could blame him. If she stays where she is, I won't be able to hold out much longer.
She rises up off me and inches her way down to her knees in front of me. Rubbing herself as she does so. She looks back at him, already behind her, and he gives her a look as if to say I'm ready.
She postures herself in front of me on all fours as he readies himself to enter her from behind. Her breath caresses my tip, warming as it travels down my shaft. Her eyes find mine as she raises her hips and slowly pushes back against him, guiding his cock into her. “Do you enjoy this view? Holding my gaze as I'm filled with him?”
I twitched uncontrollably, bringing me to her lips each time, as my wetness coalesced between us both. She's holding him deep inside of her. The expression on his face was deafeningly quiet. Buried and still, he lit up with pleasure. As she pulled away from him to start riding him slowly, her tongue met the crown of my cock. Quickly she receded, backing up onto him fully. Becoming a fluid motion of riding one cock and sucking another, she grabs me tightly by the base and buries me in her mouth.
Her moans reverberate through me as her pace picks up. Soon she's bearing down hard and deep on him, grinding as her ass bounces up and down. Feverishly worshipping my cock, squeezing tighter and sucking harder as he grabs her by her hips and fucks her. Her mouth, now sliding up and down my shaft, has a devilish smirk. As I'm realizing by now she can handle both of our cocks, she looks up at me at and says, “I love being fucked from behind while I suck your cock!”
Her breathing getting faster, her moans turning to screams.
“OH FUCK! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! HA-HARDER!”
Her words once again become muffled as she takes me in her mouth, truly enjoy having this pleasure. Her rhythmic motions back and forth between us have gotten faster. Having trouble holding back, she releases me from her mouth and and screams, “I'm gonna cum! Fuck!” I feel her grip tighten as she tries to take him as deep and hard as she can. As her orgasm travels through her body she buries my cock back in her mouth. Her body trembling, she stops and pulls away from him. The moment he is fully out, she turns to him and starts to taste her cum on his cock. “I taste good on you!” She looks back at me and motions her to have me join her. “Come taste me on him.”
I kneel down with her. She grips him by the base and points him towards my open mouth. I take him in and his cock is soaked with her juices. She came hard on his cock. My erection twitches with every stroke she makes on him into my mouth. She continues to stroke him while I suck him as she crawls beneath me. Inserting me into her missionary, she pulls me into her to take it all.
“Fuck me. Fuck me while you suck him. Can you make us both cum?”
“Mmm-hmmm” is all I can muster as I bury him in my mouth and my dick in her. I feel her twitch. There it is again. I won't be able to make it through another one of her intense orgasms. I feel it starting. She strokes him faster in my mouth. I take over, stroking him and fucking her. Harder and faster on both. I feel his cock stiffen and shoot out a load of cum, finding it's way to cover her supple breasts. She screams and fucks me back hard. She's cumming on my cock now and I can't hold it. I fill her up with my cum. I continue to fuck her, as she rides her orgasm out, slower and slowly until I finally collapse on top of her out of sheer exhaustion. Our bodies a tangle mess. He sits up on the couch. What I thought was silence behind us broke to music. A blues riff at the moment. The riff from that song that was playing in the bar that night. The night I knew there was no going back. I could never live without her. I could never do anything to hurt her. I love her. More than anything in this world. My beautiful wife. That blues riff brought me back to reality. What now? I can't undo this? Will she be mad?
She lays up on the couch. Her legs over his lap. I sit down with her head in my back. He looks over at me at thanks me.
“This was amazing. I will never forget tonight! So hot.”
“Thank you, guys! I enjoyed myself. So, Vik, how about you? Did you enjoy yourself? Any regrets?”
“None. If my wife is happy and will always love me after this, I have no regrets.”
“Well dear, I am a very happy wife. And I will always love you”
A third voice chimes in, “You guys are so fucking hot. Wow.”
We take leave. Thank god her sister wasn't in town. Back to our locker room to clean up. After her I exit, showered and refreshed, I come upon my wife in the lounge talking with a girl who seems similar to herself. She introduces me. No name. Just introduces me as “Viktor” again. But doesn't tell me her name. My wife gives me a wink. I ask her name.
“Your wife, Gisele, said I could be...your unicorn, maybe?”
Hmm. This is going to be a crazy vacation.
8年前
