I savored the delicious feeling as I slid my pussy down over my nameless lover’s nine-inch cock. I could feel every ridge and vein as it penetrated me; I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat. I forced my eyes open and looked across the hotel room at my husband, who was in his own state of nirvana, as the lithe twenty-one-year-old blonde sucked his cock into her throat. “Fuck, baby, this feels soooo gooood!” I purred as my ass cheeks came to rest on his hips. He just grinned the same shit-eating grin that he gets whenever he’s getting a blowjob, so I returned my attention to the young stud underneath me.
I leaned down and our foreheads touched, our eyes locked on each other, “Fuck me, you big stud!” I whispered, and he grasped my hips and guided my movements to match his own. "Mmmmm, that’s what mam needs!”
The slow thrusting quickly turned to pounding as I bounced up and down on this magnificent phallus. "Fuck, I’m gonna be sore after this!” I thought as the sound of our bodies slapping together reached our ears.
“Fuck her good man!” Greg cheered. “She’s been wanting this for a long time!”
“I have!” I croaked. His strong arms gripped me, holding himself inside me as we flipped over so I was on my back. “Oh, GOD!” I screamed as he took over, driving himself into my willing married cunt. “Fuck that wet pussy!”
“Yes, baby! Fuck that wet pussy!” I heard his girlfriend’s voice from across the room. I glanced over to see a broad smile split her face before she resumed sucking my husband’s cock.
From that point I lost all sense of time and place, my entire existence consisting of the union of two complete strangers, each getting the gratification that they were seeking without any other entanglement. I would never know his name, but I would never forget his face or his magnificent nine inches of hard, dark cock that split me open. I was his for the taking and loving it!
I heard grunting and rustling, then felt the mattress compress as my husband and his lover climbed onto the king-sized bed beside us. I felt my husband's lips against mine, then his whisper, “You like this baby? Is this what you wanted?”
“You know it!” I whispered back. We exchanged another kiss, and I returned my concentration to the task at hand.
My lover's moans turned to grunts, each utterance timed with his thrust as he piled into me. I could tell he was close to filling my pussy full of his young seed. Just to make sure there was no confusion, I pulled his head down so my lips were right beside his ear. “Fill my hot cunt with your seed!” I urged him. “Come on, give it to me, I need it!”
“You heard the lady! Fill that hot pussy with your seed, baby!” came the female voice from beside us. “Fill her up so I can lick her clean!”
That was something that hadn’t been broached during our brief conversation at the bar an hour or so earlier. We women had met in the ladies’ room, she voicing her exasperation at how horny she was and how she wished for an older man to slake her lust. Next thing I knew she was holding my husband’s hand and I was holding her boyfriend's as we stumbled into their hotel room, peeling the clothes off each other.
I felt it, white-hot against the inside of my pussy as he came. His cock surged just as I imagined it would, the way only that of a college senior could. Over and over it spasmed and his release triggered mine. My hips quaked as I fought to hold him inside me, willing our union to become one as my cum spurted and jetted around him, soaking the sheet and mattress beneath us. He started moving again slowly just as the noises from beside us increased. I turned my head and watched as my husband and his nubile lover to the peak of ecstasy, his cum mixing with hers as they fulfilled the need.
My lover having given me what I needed, I pushed him off me and rolled to face my husband and his now-sated companion. His eyes met mine and with an almost imperceptible nod, he moved off her, eager to witness what he had only ever dared fantasize about. She turned to face me and smiled.
“So how was he?” she asked.
“Magnificent!” I replied quietly. “The best I ever had!”
“Hey, I’m right here!” protested my husband, but he must have known what I said was true.
I just smiled at my companion, “And how was mine?”
“You are a very lucky woman!” she whispered.
“We’re both pretty lucky, aren’t we?” I replied. She nodded and leaned forward until our lips met.
Our first kisses were soft and exploratory, but that didn’t last long. In just a moment, our tongues were dancing and playing with each other as our lust grew anew.
“This is my favorite part!” she whispered as she began kissing her way down my body. I took her fine blonde hair in my fists and guided her to the spots I wanted her to pay attention to as she went, testing my patience. In truth, I couldn’t wait to feel the rasp of her tongue on my clit.
Just before she reached the promised land, she stopped. “Noooo!” I protested, but she just smiled and came back up to kiss me.
“Together!” she whispered, and she pivoted around and swung her leg over my body, presenting her still swollen and dripping pussy to me for a taste.
I felt her tongue on me first, warm and firm as it teased my clit. “Mmmm, my boyfriend is delicious!” she purred as she collected the first drops of his cum from my lips. Her lips clamped onto my clit and she suckled hard on it, making my hips quake once more as she aroused the horny beast again.
I extended my tongue and collected the drop of his cum that was clinging to the edges of her pink inner labia. She sighed and opened her thighs wider as she raised her hips up to my face. All that was heard for the next number of minutes was sighs and moans added to the wet smacking of lips.
I felt her fingers enter me, pressing against my magical little spot just inside and behind my clit. “Yessss! Right there!” I breathed as she teased it with tiny circles. I imitated her movements with my own fingers and was rewarded with a soft sigh as she told me without words that I had found what we both were hoping I would.
I tried to hold off as long as I could, but, not knowing what her tells were, I was unable to get the timing right. In my defense, I got it pretty close. I came for the second, or was it the third, time that night, loudly, wetly, and explosively as she brought the rapture from deep inside me. She wasn’t far behind, and as she ejaculated her tangy wetness, I sprayed her face with my own.
We disentangled and rotated to face each other again, trading smiles and soft kisses. “That was fun!” she whispered. “We could do that again sometime!”
“We could!” I whispered. We kissed softly as we came down from our orgasmic high and traced the curves of our faces with soft fingertips.
“That is so hot!” Greg whispered as he came up behind me. “Just watching you two right now is the hottest thing I have ever seen!”
“Hotter than watching me fuck her boyfriend?” I asked. He nodded. “Hotter than watching me eat your cum from her pussy?” He nodded again. “Hotter than having her suck your cock while he fucked me?” He nodded for a third time. “Then my job here is done!” I said.
I rolled to my husband and kissed him. “We should have done this years ago!” I said and he grinned. “We’re definitely doing this again sometime and I know just who I want to do it with!” I covered my mouth with my hand as I realized I had almost let the cat out of the bag regarding my ongoing affair with Alina.
“So what did you mean when you said you know who you want to do it with?” Greg asked me as the door to our room closed.
“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath as I tried to find the words to tell my husband that I had been having an affair with my best friend. “Not sure you’re gonna like this.”
“Out with it!” he commanded. “Come on, I’m not blind, I know you’re seeing someone, I just can’t figure out who!”
“What? How long have you thought that?” I asked, desperately trying to change the subject in any way I could.
“Don’t do that! You always do that!” he argued.
“Do what?”
“Change the subject when we’re having an argument!” he shouted. I shushed him to keep his voice down.
“Okay, I’ll tell you, but it’s not what you think,” I said. I waved to the chair next to the bed and he reluctantly sat down.
“Here goes,” I mumbled, knowing that what I was about to tell him would change our relationship, and likely our lives forever. I took a deep breath.
“So on Wednesday nights when you go play ball with your friends, I usually go to Alina’s house but we don’t always just talk or watch TV,” I began.
“Oh,” he said, caught off guard. He was convinced I was going to confess to having an affair with another man. “You mean?”
“Yes,” I confessed.
“Oh,” he repeated. He thought for a minute, then stood up. “I’m not angry about Alina, I’m angry that you didn’t think you could tell me about it.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“No, you’re not,” he countered.
“No, I’m not, not about being with her. I love being with her, it’s exciting and different, and she is so good! I am sorry about not telling you.”
“Perhaps,” he said. “So what now?”
“I want to keep seeing her,” I said. “I mean, we just had this incredible experience, and I’m hoping I can convince her to have that with us.”
“Just her, or Paul too?” he asked.
“I’m not especially interested in sex with Paul,” I said. “From what Alina tells me, he’s average at best. But I know you want to be with her, I can tell by the way you look at her.”
“So just her,” he repeated. “And what if I said I wanted to watch you fuck him while I fuck her?” I hesitated, so he continued. “Seriously, are we going to keep doing this or is this a one-time thing?”
“I just got carried away with myself in the moment,” I said. “Now that I think about it, I’m not sure I want to involve them in this part of our lives.”
“They’re already pretty involved, don’t you think?” he said a little forcefully.
“I thought this would be so easy,” I confessed. “I thought it would just be we go away, find someone to have sex with, and go back to normal. Not much chance of that happening now, is there?”
“Depends on what she has to say,” he said. “You’re right, I would like to fuck her, as you so rudely put it. I think she’d be a handful.”
“She is,” I confessed. He just smiled at me.
“I’ll leave it to you then,” he whispered.
“So we’re okay?” I asked.
“We will be after you go down on me,” he commanded, and like a god dutiful wife, I did as my husband asked me.
