I was still horny and needed to come. Sven had given me my vibrator and I was in the armchair, my legs wide over the armrests, sometimes holding the vibrating tip against my clit, sometimes pumping the whole thing in and out of my pussy. Sven was next to me touching me, kissing me, but mostly just watching, knowing better than to distract me at times like these.
My name is Anna, and I am writing this part of our story. Sven has a draft on his phone from his perspective, but we agree that somehow he didn't get it right, so we decided that I give it a go.
Right after Mark had come in my pussy - just before he came, he had pulled out, but I shouted at him to put it back in and keep fucking me - he put his clothes on and prepared to leave. To say that that disappointed me, would be a major understatement. I had walked him to the door, still fully naked, and outside, on the porch I gave him a seductive kiss. A good night kiss, but intended to make him change his mind. Without success.
So there I was, my cunt full with two loads of semen, pleasuring myself with my toy, because of the lack of real, hard cocks, and trying to reach an orgasm that kept escaping me. Sven was there next to me, watching, being there for me. I know he understood the state that I was in, but at that moment I really didn't care. I just needed to come. Eventually, though, I had to give up, because exhaustion took over, and we both stumbled into bed, where we fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning I woke up from the sound of the coffee machine and I sat up straight against the headboard. Sven came up the stairs with two cups in his hands and smiled.
'Good morning,' I said.
'Good morning. How do you feel?'
'My pussy hurts.'
I didn't mention that I was also still wet and horny.
'I can imagine,' he said. 'You suffered some heavy pounding last night. And by the way, I am also exhausted and empty. Maybe we need to take some rest.'
'I think you're right,' I agreed.
'At least a day.'
'But not more than a day,' I said. After all, I had some unfinished business to take care of.
The rest of the day, Sven was focusing on his work because he had some catching up to do after canceling the conference call the day before. I don't know if he could concentrate fully on his job, though. Surely, what happened the day before must have been in his mind. But in general, the day was uneventful. Even when Mark came over later for dinner, - I had cooked pasta Amatriciana - the conversation was only trivial.
Later, after Mark had left, Sven asked again how I felt. We were now just the two of us and it was clear that he wanted to talk.
'It's strange,' I said. 'I am tired, and I have muscle pain everywhere. My pussy is swollen and it hurts, but I am wet all the time.'
It was the truth, and I didn't understand what was going on with me. Never in my life, have I had this feeling of being aroused all the time. Every time I thought about how first Mark had fucked me, then Sven, and then Mark again, I felt that tingling feeling between my legs and my juices were starting to flow. It was not just that I didn't get the satisfaction I wanted, but it was also the idea of doing something so crazy and forbidden. And there was also something else, something more than that, but that I didn't understand.
'It was good though, wasn't it?'
'Yes, it was. It's just a pity that I didn't finish. I want to do this again, Sven. For tomorrow they predict warm weather, so what do you say if we invite Mark for a barbecue, and we have some fun afterward?'
'Okay,' he said. 'I'll make sure that I finish work around three, we'll eat, and then I'll make sure that you get a four-hand massage for your muscle pain.'
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That night, in bed, Sven fell asleep quickly, but I didn't. Too many conflicting thoughts were making it impossible to relax. On the one hand, I was enjoying this ride we were on enormously. The arousal caused by something new, something taboo, and something so erotic, was enormous. All through the day I had been thinking about what we had done and what we were about to do again.
On the other hand, I couldn't help wondering if we were doing the right thing. I'm not talking about morality here, or the fact that I had been giving more attention to Mark than to Sven that night. It also wasn't the slight feeling of guilt towards Elly, Mark's wife. It was mostly that I realized that I was using Mark. We both were using Mark, for our own illicit pleasure. I remembered the conversation I had with Mark earlier that day when Sven was working.
'Was there ever a chance for us?' he had asked.
'How do you mean?'
'Back then, years ago, was there ever a chance for us? Remember that we wanted to run away together?'
I didn't remember that. He was talking about the affair that we had when I was nineteen years old. It was when my sister, Carmen, was already married to Mark's brother. We had to keep our affair a secret, not only because I was already involved with my future husband, but also because, in our stupid religious and moral culture, a relationship with your sister's brother-in-law was regarded as incest. I broke it up when people started to get suspicious, because of Mark's frequent visits and the fact that, at family get-togethers, we always ended up sitting next to each other.
'Mark,' I said 'even if we would have been able to be together and get married, we would have been divorced by now. I like you, but I could never live with you.' The look on his face told me he didn't agree.
Now, in bed, unable to sleep, I pushed those guilty feelings away and thought about the evening before, how I came down the stairs, dressed in almost nothing, and how erotic that felt. How I sat in the armchair, legs spread wide, inviting them to lick me, which they did. First Sven, who was careful and tender, trying to touch my most sensitive parts. Then he asked Mark to take his place, and Mark was different, rougher, eating me out like a starving dog. I liked it both ways.