Story #2
We went directly to the bedroom upon our arrival. It looked like a page out of an adult store catalog. There was a swing, a stripper pole, and various other items which I couldn't identify. Everything seemed to be covered in either fur, silk, or leather. The king-sized bed was the centerpiece of their erotic playland. There was also a table of high priced liquor and wine with glasses and a bucket of ice. I was both excited and intimidated.
Dylan introduced me to his wife Carrie Ann. She was even hotter in person. She was taller than him. Even though she was wearing what appeared to be one of his large t-shirts, it was clear that her thin frame was stacked in all the proper places.
“You are beautiful,” she said. “Sometimes my husband exaggerates to get his way. I see in this case, he was right on the money. I thought we'd get in the mood by sharing a shower first. I can't stand that beer and bar smell. I prefer my partners clean and fresh.”
“Of course,” I replied. We relocated to their luxurious bathroom. They undressed quickly. I did so slowly and anxiously. Dylan hopped in the shower while Carrie Ann waited for me. She noticed that I was uneasy. Her tits jiggled as she walked over to me to soothe my nerves.
“Is this your first threesome?” she intuitively inquired.
“Yes,” I abruptly answered afraid that I'd reveal my secret.
“If you're really not down with being with a woman, I can just watch.” She was being so sweet that my omission was now making me even more uncomfortable.
“I'm sorry,” I blurted out. “This is my first time doing anything. I'm a virgin. I know I should have said something earlier. I know this sounds bad but Mr. Hall is the man I've always wanted to be my first. Are you mad?”
“I'm delighted and he will be too. You're not our first virgin, honey. I'm glad you said something though. Let's not tell him just yet. It will be a wonderful surprise.”
“Hey, what's taking so long?” Dylan yelled as he poked his head out of the shower. I dispensed of my remaining clothes and Carrie Ann and I joined him.
He pulled us to him and wrapped us in his arms. He kissed her. A few initial pecks with puckered lips led to an intense battle of their tongues. It was an amazing exchange that ended when Dylan's lips switched to mine. I knew it was useless to try and copy what I had just witnessed so I just opened my mouth to let him lead.
He kissed me softly and sensually, a noticeable difference from the way he and his wife had slobbered on. I liked it. Its gentleness gave me time to savor the sensation of his warm, wet tongue sliding against mine. His oral affection was the perfect cure to my apprehension. My anxiety began to lift, leaving room for only desire.
I began to return his soft, long kiss with the heated sloppiness that characterized his and Carrie's. I didn't want it to stop. My hostess obliged my greed. She showed her willingness to share by stroking his hard cock while she watched us go at it. Dylan groped my ass as our tongues continued to duel.
I suddenly felt something different happening. Carrie Ann was slowly dragging a fully lathered mesh bath sponge from the nape of my neck to the heel of my foot. The bubbles of soap oozed down my body. She went especially slow with her washing when she reached my ass. She spread open my cheeks and squeezed the soapy sponge right at the top of my crack.
It made me release Dylan's lips to expel a telling moan. I had no idea that soap could be such an invaluable and erotic tool. Carrie Ann's index finger followed the trail of bubbles until it landed on my asshole. She circled her finger around the edge several times. She then returned to her task until every speck of the backside of my body had been cleansed.
She rotated back to her original position. Dylan and I were still orally intertwined. We advanced to necking and his hand advanced to my twat. He hadn't ventured into my layers yet. He was delicately caressing the surface. Carrie Ann gently coaxed my hand onto Dylan's stiff, protruding member. She guided my wrist back and forth teaching me how to correctly handle her husband.
She then started bathing the front of my body. She began with my clavicle, swiping the bubbly sponge from it down to my toes. She purposely circumvented my boob during the sponge's first descent.
She tarried there a while during the second. She added more lather to her tantalizing tool and squeezed it over my nipple. She did this several times and each time was equally thrilling.
Carrie Ann departed from her routine. Instead of finishing the rest of my front, she tended to the other nipple. After they were both good and soapy, she nudged Dylan out of the way. She adjusted the shower head so that the water beat right against my already aroused and hardened knobs. She shifted the shower head once more and thoroughly lathered my boobs again. She sprayed the new soap off of them and engulfed one.
Dylan sopped up the other. It was such a mind-numbing feeling that I had to hold on to both of them so that I wouldn't fall. As they sucked and slobbered on my bosom, Carrie Ann ran the sponge over my twat and up and down my inner thighs. She left my groin vacant as she finished my thighs and legs.
An occupant was at the ready. Dylan parted my pussy lips and dashed his finger through them. He spread them further apart and added his thumb and middle digit. They scurried up to my clit and toyed with it as I struggled to maintain my composure. There were so many sensations volleying for dominance that only a screech could describe them.
“Oh my God!” I yelped after I ran out of screams. “Everything feels so good. This is crazy. This is so crazy!” My admissions were quickly replaced by more shrieks as Dylan and his wife proceeded to tag team my virgin breasts. I had no clue that my nipples were such sexual centerpieces. I would diddle with them when they got hard but what this carnivorous couple was doing to them was erotically enlightening.
Dylan's roving and wiggling fingers wrought more carnal confusion. I didn't know which act would due me in first. They were working in conjunction. I could feel what I knew was an orgasm as it began to build. It was emanating from all parts of my body yet it exited from only one. My secretions merged with the shower water that was already trickling down my legs.
Suddenly and roughly, Dylan swung me against the shower wall and bent me over. He smacked and groped me on my ass. He tapped his large cock against my cheeks and then started to open them. I wasn't quite ready and I surely didn't want to be deflowered bent over in the shower. I wanted the first strokes into my twat to be thoughtful and sensitive.
Carrie Ann read my mind. “Easy, tiger. Let's do this one nice and slow. She's a few cuts above our usual guests. She is a delicacy. Let's savor her as such.”
They solidified their agreement with a lengthy and exhilarating lip lock. He scooped me in his arms and carried me to the bed. She patted the spot where she wanted me. He laid me on the bed just as I had always fantasized. Carrie Ann eased my legs apart and summoned Dylan in between them. She gave him one last round of instructions.
“I want you to make love to this sweet treat. Show her what a gentleman I have made of you. Let her see how well you've been trained. Make me proud.”
He grinned as he accepted his mission. They exchanged another long-lasting, tongue-swirling kiss. Carrie Ann discretely shot me a wink and a nod as she released him to do her bidding. Dylan and I gazed at each other. He leaned into me dramatically almost as if our eyes were magnets pulling us together.
I stared at his lips as they drew closer and closer. They were a couple of inches from mine when Carrie Ann inserted her finger. We looked at her. Was this too much for her after all? Was she suddenly overcome by a fit of jealously? Was the lovemaking element of the interrupted kiss too real for her?
“Just one last thing,” she said. She gently pushed Dylan's face to the side. Her lips glided towards mine just as his had. They landed softly. They rested there for a second. She then opened her trap and brushed her tongue all over my mouth. She nudged it in between my lips in search of a companion. My tongue volunteered and they became fast friends.
Carrie Ann placed her hand behind Dylan's head and invited him to share our lusty kiss. Our mouths collided to form one huddle, a safe space where our three tongues and three pairs of lips could carry out their freaky business. They bounced and collided. They licked, locked, and lashed at one another.
“You are delicious,” she said as she pulled away. “I bet your pussy is even better. I can't wait until it's my turn to taste it.” She retreated leaving Dylan room to delve deeper down my throat. She faded into the background as he and I took center stage. It was just him and I now and he was about to do to me what I had been dreaming of since I caught him fucking the substitute. I was about to be her now except that I was getting made love to on a soft, silky bed.
Dylan's deep surges into my mouth were followed by hard, intense neck sucking. There was a short period of nibbling and gnawing before he shifted downward. He rekindled the connection he had made with my breasts in the shower. He greeted them gleefully with his tongue and bear hugged them with his mouth. He played patty cake with my nipples and then spanked them as if to punish them for their taut reaction.
He inched his way down my belly and pecked around my belly button. He perused further south in search of wetter flesh. My clit tingled at his arrival. He slid his tongue up and down it before tugging it in between his lips. He jabbed and dabbed at it. He then apologized for his momentary ruggedness by kissing it delicately over and over again.