Story 21 #2
He let go of her body with one hand and it went down between his legs. His cock was still soft but as soon as he began tugging on it he felt it start to get hard once again. He jerked himself off till he was fully hard and throbbing in his own hand.
Then, he got to his feet. He kissed her passionately, both of them tasting one another and themselves now.
Then, he turned her around. He bent her slightly so that her ass pushed out. She put her hands on the shower walls to steady herself and looked back at him. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her pert little ass.
“Go on, go on,” she urged him, flexing her ass cheeks so he could watch them wobble slightly. He reached down between her legs and rubbed at her pussy.
Then, he pushed his cock into it from behind, sliding deep into her wet pussy, feeling it tight around him.
He held himself there for a moment, as though he was relishing being right back where he was meant to be.
Then, he began thrusting into her. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back to him. She pushed back against his cock, wanting him as deep inside her as he could go.
He thrust into her again and again, building up his pace till he was fucking her so hard, so fast, that it seemed as though she was struggling to hold on.
Her cries filled the small room, bouncing off the walls as he pounded away at her till, at last, he shot his load into her, the first of their married life. And, he thought to himself, if that was going to set the tone for how things would be then he thought that he was going to enjoy married life a great deal.
The honeymoon had continued like that, with wild sex as he bent her tight, limber body into every position he could think of. It had been an incredible time, and he still thought about it fondly.
However, if he had been hoping that they would recapture that magic here, he was starting to think that he was going to be sorely disappointed.
There still seemed to be that coldness between the two of them, that distance that he didn’t quite understand. When she had gone to have a shower, he had thought about the sight of her naked body on that first night of their marriage, and for a moment he had considered following her in there. But something had stopped him. She hadn’t given him any sign that was what she wanted, after all.
In the end, they went out for a meal and then they went to a bar. He was hoping that something here might reignite their passions. He thought about all the times that he had seen other men looking at her, how it had excited him, and he hoped that the same thing might happen here.
He also knew that Emma used to enjoy the attention that he would get from random women when they were out.
“She’s hot,” she used to say to him, “what do you think?”
He would look at her with a smile, as though sensing a trap and knowing that he had to tread carefully and tell her that she was always the most beautiful woman in the room. Sometimes she looked slightly disappointed by that, as though she was expecting something else.
But now, on this night, even the bar itself seemed to be letting them down. It was completely empty, with just the two of them and the barman. After a while, even the barman left.
However, he had just been finishing his shift, and the woman who came on in his place immediately caught Andy’s eye.
She was dark-skinned, dusky, with long, curly, black hair and big, dark, eyes. She had beautiful features, with full lips that twisted into a warm smile. Her cheeks were dimpled and there was something about her that drew his attention straight away. Her long lashes fluttered sexily when she spoke, as her smile spread further.
She was wearing a short skirt and a small top that showed off her figure. She was medium height and slim, but with great curves. Her waist was small but her hips swelled out seductively. He could tell that she would have a fantastic, sumptuous, ass. Her legs looked incredible - soft and sexy. Her breasts were large, and they looked as though they might spill out of her top at any moment.
When he went to the bar, he was surprised to see her at first.
“Oh,” he said, “you’re new.”
He immediately felt stupid for saying it, but her smile told him that it was fine.
“Yes, I’m just starting my shift. The name’s Carla. What’s your name?”
“Andy.”
"Andy. Are you on holiday here? I'm sure that I'd have remembered someone as handsome as you if I'd seen you before."
He smiled at the compliment. Something told him that it was just her workplace talk, but there seemed to be something so sincere about it that he wasn't completely sure about that.
“You’re too kind,” he said, “and, yes, I’m here with my wife.”
As if on cue, Emma walked over to the bar. He turned to look at her. She really did look sensational in the dress that she was wearing. It was a tight red number that showed off her tight body, and her long legs.
“My, my,” Carla said, “what have we here?”
Emma looked at her, and Andy felt as though he was intruding on a moment between the two women. They looked at one another with such intensity that he was sure that something was passing between the two of them, but he didn’t know what it was.
The two women introduced themselves to one another. They shook hands, not taking their eyes off one another as they did so, and Andy noticed the way that their touch lingered, the way that their fingers seemed to stroke one another’s hands as they let go.
They sat at the bar talking to Carla. Andy looked at her more closely, trying to judge her age. She looked as though she was younger than they were, maybe about twenty years old. She really was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. Well, he thought to himself, apart from his wife, that was.
He looked at Emma and he felt as though he had a new appreciation for her suddenly. He saw the way that she seemed to have come alive talking to Carla. Then, she would look at him and smile at him with a warmth that he hadn’t seen for a while.
After they had been sitting there for about half an hour, Carla looked around the bar with a sigh.
“You know,” she said, “I think I can probably get away with calling it a night. I think I’ll just close up.”
“Oh, OK,” Andy said, feeling disappointed that their time with this remarkable woman was coming to an end.
Emma surprised him then by leaning over to him. She touched his knee gently and spoke to him softly.
“How about we invite Carla back to our room?” she asked him, “And we can all get to know one another a bit better.”
He looked at her, sure that he had misunderstood her. But then he looked at Carla, who was looking at him expectantly as well.
Was this really what both women wanted? Was this something that his wife was into? Was this what she had really meant all those times when she had been asking him if he thought other women were attractive?
He nodded slowly, cautiously.
He turned to Carla.
“Carla,” he said to her, “would you like to come back with us?”
She smiled that sultry smile of hers and her eyelashes fluttered once more.
“I thought that you would never ask,” she said, and that was that. It was decided.
As they left the bar, he felt dizzy with excitement. But he was also unsure. What did all of this mean, and where would it all lead?
They walked through the streets. He looked over at the two women. They walked close to one another, and every once in a while their shoulders would brush together. When that happened they would turn to look at one another, and for a moment he would think that they might be about to start kissing, such was the intensity of their stares.
Then, they were at the hotel. The reception was deserted, thankfully. He wasn’t sure how he’d explain this situation to a receptionist.
They got into the elevator. He stood against one wall, looking at the two women. They were standing side by side, and he saw Emma’s hand reach out and brush the back of Carla’s hand. They turned their heads to look at one another and he was sure that something had to happen now.
But, instead, Emma turned back to him. She looked at him with that same intensity. He didn’t think that she had ever looked more desirable, or that she had ever made him feel so desired.
She stepped across the elevator and pushed him back against the wall. Then, she pushed herself up against him, and then she kissed him. The passion in her kiss was intense, her lips pushing at his, her tongue darting out and finding his, playing with it.
Her hands were on his body, with one of them moving beneath his shirt, feeling the muscles of his abdomen as though discovering him for the very first time.
He felt his cock come to life. It felt as though it had been threatening to get hard since his revelation in the bar about what was happening, but now it stiffened in a moment.
He opened his eyes for a second and looked over at Carla. She had a faint smile on her lips and was looking at the two of them with a smoldering glance.
His hands went to his wife’s waist, feeling her tight body.
One of his hands moved around behind her and grabbed hold of her ass. He wondered if Carla wanted to grab that tight little ass. He wondered what Carla’s ass would feel like.
Suddenly, he turned Emma around and pushed her up against the side of the elevator. Her arms went around his shoulders as he matched her intensity with his own. He pushed himself up against her, the hardness of his cock pushing at his pants, wanting her as much as he had in those early days of their marriage. More, perhaps. In truth, he didn't think that he had ever desired her as much as he did at that exact moment.
He felt her body writhe beneath his grip, pushing against him, grinding up against him.
And then, the elevator came to a stop.
They disentangled from one another. They turned to look at Carla as the door opened. He felt Emma’s hands around his waist, her hands going down to his ass and grabbing two handfuls of it as she looked over his shoulder.
Carla gestured to the open door.
“Lead the way,” she said.