Story 12
Summary:
Mary, late twenties, married woman. She’s expecting her husband Sam back later that day but when there’s a knock at the door her day takes an unexpected turn.
Dave, early thirties. When he knocks on Mary’s door he’s immediately impressed with the woman who answers the door. And soon he makes a move. And when her husband returns it’s not long before he joins in as well.
Threesome, gay, oral, sixty-nine, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking, pussy licking, blowjob, spitroast.
Mary looked from one man to the other. She had too much choice here. She didn't know what to do. For a moment she felt frozen with indecision but then the reality of her situation dawned on her as she felt both men's cocks push against her soft little body and she knew that she didn't have to choose - she could take her time and have them both. She could do anything that she wanted. She told herself that she didn't need to feel overwhelmed by the choice, instead, she could just take her time and enjoy both of them.
And besides, judging by the way that both men were looking at her she wasn't even sure if she would be the one to make the choice. She felt as though it could very well come down to what they wanted to do with her - to her - next.
As she looked at them the two men began kissing each other again and the sight of that, so new to her, so unexpected when she had first seen it, just turned her on even more and she grabbed hold of both of their cocks, jerking them off.
This was wild, she told herself. She had never experienced anything like this before in her life.
Then she felt a hand pushing down into her panties and for a moment she didn’t even know which man’s hand it was. That simple, stark, fact excited her even further.
Each man turned to her, taking turns kissing her.
At one point Dave was kissing her and she opened her eyes to look at Sam, her husband, and as their eyes met it almost seemed as though they were having a silent discussion. It felt as though she was saying to Sam, "I can't believe that this is happening," and he was replying, "I know, right? It's pretty great, isn't it?" and they could both agree on that.
How had all of this happened so fast, she wondered to herself. The situation seemed to have just continued escalating from the moment that she had been standing with Dave and she had felt as though something was about to happen between the two of them - a dizzying realization that had made her feel both frightened and excited - and then that moment where she had felt as though everything was falling apart when Sam had caught them. How had they gotten to this point? She felt so confused but she had to admit that she was loving it. She was so far out of her comfort zone at this point that she felt as though she was in some kind of freefall. These were unknown experiences that seemed to have feelings of the forbidden. All of this felt taboo and if someone had told her that morning that she would be here with two men - one her husband and one little more than a stranger - then she would have told them that it was a crazy idea and it would never happen.
And yet, it was happening. Here they were in their bedroom and the bed was beckoning. Soon enough she thought that they would all be on there, together, and she couldn’t wait to see what would happen when they finally got there. Anything goes, she thought to herself.
And it was true. They had left all of their inhibitions behind and had fully given in to their deepest desires.
When she looked back on that day, the day where it had all started, she sometimes tried to see if there were any signs that the day was going to take the turn that it had, if there had been anything to let her know that something magical was going to happen. But that hadn’t been the case. The day had been quite normal at the start, it had only been later when everything had taken a turn.
She had woken up feeling a slight sense of excitement. She looked out of the window and saw that the day was overcast but she wasn’t going to let that bother her. Today was the day when her husband came home. Sam was on his way and she had been looking forward to that moment ever since he had left, just over a week ago.
The time seemed to have dragged out. The days themselves hadn’t been too bad as she kept herself busy with work. But then nights were the hardest, when she would lie in bed all alone and her thoughts would go to her husband.
They had always had a great physical relationship. They had met one night at a bar and the connection between the two of them, the attraction, had been instant.
In some ways, they were total opposites. She was short with pale skin and shoulder-length black hair. He was tall with tanned skin and sandy-colored hair. He had a lean, athletic build. She was slim with gentle curves, good-sized breasts, and a rounded little ass. Her features were delicate, with a little button nose and small but full lips as well as long eyelashes and big, light-green eyes. He had strong features, a chiseled jawline, and piercing blue eyes.
He carried himself with confidence - the kind of confidence that made it appear as though he was the master of any room that he walked into and superior to everyone else in that room. He would look around it with an air of dominance that seemed impossible to challenge.
She came across as somewhat more timid, at least at first, but on continued observation, it was clear that there was an undercurrent. She walked in a certain way - the way that her hips swayed, the way that she looked from side to side from beneath her fluttering eyelashes, the little smile on her face, a smile that seemed to hint at secrets that only she knew - that was strangely seductive in a self-aware way. Any man who saw that seductive undertow in her would not be able to unsee it and when they had seen it they would find her incredibly attractive, alluring, and impossible to ignore.
It had seemed as though Sam had spotted this in her immediately, seen this seductive quality in her, and he had wanted her, had wanted to possess her. And as a man overflowing with confidence he had made his move without even thinking about it. And she had found his confidence incredibly attractive. There was none of the bluster of the other men she had encountered, the men who bored her so quickly. She had found herself wanting to please him - and he was ready for her to submit to his will.
Soon enough they had found their way back to his apartment. There had been an understanding between them as soon as they started talking to one another that the small talk was little more than a preamble to what they both wanted.
When they were back at his place, as soon as the door had closed behind her, he had turned to her and she had seen the fire in those intense eyes of his. She had started to smile but the smile had turned to a little gasp of surprise as he had pushed her up against the closed door. He was being rough with her but not too rough. He was setting the tone for how things would be right away.
His hands were on her waist, holding her as he kissed her roughly. She wrapped her arms around him. Then his hands had gone to her ass, grabbing hold of it and lifting her. She had wrapped her legs around him as he held her. One of his hands went to her thigh - she was wearing a skirt and so his hand was able to take hold of her skin, sliding up beneath her skirt to her panties.
They were kissing wildly, passionately. He broke off their kiss so that he could see where he was going as he carried her through to his bedroom. He threw her down onto the bed and she bounced on the mattress, looking up at him.
He looked down at her with an air of arrogance then, as though she was his possession. She liked him looking at her like that. She wanted to tell him that she was his toy to do whatever he wanted.
She spread her legs, her dress falling and exposing her panties.
He smiled an arrogant half-smile at the sight of the black cotton beneath her dress. Then he undressed slowly.
She looked at his body, wanting him. When he got to his boxer shorts she saw the lump where his cock was. He was teasing her as he slowly pushed them down as well and then he was completely naked, his cock pointing at her hard and ready.
"Take your dress off," he ordered her, and she pulled it up over her head. He looked at her in her black underwear silently and then she reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and putting it to one side.
She was about to pull her panties off but before she could he climbed onto the bed. She felt his cock pushing against her and then she felt his body against her as he kissed her, his hands on her body, caressing her breasts, playing with them.
They kissed one another and then he was kissing her breasts. He was rubbing his cock against her and she reached down to take hold of it. Then his fingers were in her panties, playing with her pussy.
Then he slid her panties off and raised himself to look down at her naked body, at her pink little pussy.
He lay down then and motioned to her to sit on his face. She straddled him and then she bent down to suck his cock as he licked at her pussy.
His tongue was magic, his tongue knew ways to pleasure her that she had never imagined, working at her clit, working at the lips of her pussy.
They pleasured one another, with her sucking greedily at his cock and then he had rolled her over. She lay there, her legs spread, ready for him. And then he slid his cock into her wet pussy. He had fucked her slowly, his cock deep inside her. As he drew closer to his climax he had gone faster and it had been incredible.
At last, she felt him cum inside her as her pleasure exploded.
It had been an amazing way to start their sex life with one another. Things had carried on like that, explosive, passionate, incredible sex. Now that they were married it was still just as good as it had ever been.