Another Turn

I stick the milk back in to the cupboard, place the sugar back into the fridge, then empty a tin of Heinz baked beans into the dogs bowl as I sing “Love to love you baby” to myself.

“Oh Mum you haven’t heard a word I said………”

My evening was very strange, shattered but yet so alive, showered and freshened, clothes changed, hair dried my exterior was back to looking fairly normal, ‘Mum mode’. Yet underneath that exterior was a rumbling shaking tingling excitable mass that still erupted into those mini shocks at the slightest touch or rub of my clothing.

When these aftershocks happened, it was hard to stand straight, my legs wanting to tightly cross and buckle, feeling that bursting type feeling like when you so desperately need the toilet but without the pain, then a small electrical storm that shoots in all directions making muscles spasm and my body judder. Gripping hard at whatever close by, my concentration totally out of the window until the shock wave had run its course.

“……on Saturday afternoon”

What? Saturday? Who said that, my mind was back to an earlier time, how much had I missed, the face of my Husband tells me I have missed the main gist of the conversation, apologising I make myself busy as I get him to repeat whatever he has been telling me for the last five minutes.

“Are you okay Sam?” he asks me as I grip the worktop and bite the inside of my lip yet again, as those damn knickers move and rub against my still engorged clit.

So he is taking me out on Saturday, a kid free weekend, everything had been organised, the Horses catered for, Dog temporarily re-homed and a nice meal on the cards. Just hope he hasn’t planned to go for long walks or dancing, or anything that meant I have to move my legs and cause a stir.

I awoke Friday morning almost unable to walk down the stairs, aching where my legs had been raised and parted and held back while the bit in between had been deeply explored and pounded into submission. Gritting my teeth I got everything sorted, my usual morning chores done and everyone out of the door on time, there was only one place I could be now, everything else can wait till this afternoon.

I slip into the hot water, a bit too hot really and that burning sensation making me toy with the idea of adding more cold water, yet that would then make it feel cold once submerged, so like normal I grit teeth and bear the pain till it subsides. Sliding down till the water covers my shoulders I gently open and close my legs, the movement creating a small wave that pushes the water over my nipples and top of my breasts.

Eyes closed I lay there in the silence, enjoying the warmth now permeating through my joints and muscles, trying so hard not to let my mind wander back to yesterday and to get excited yet again, but the hot soapy water lapping across my lips and clit as I move my legs and thrust my hips taking over.

Thrusting my hips? why was I doing that, is there no stopping this need?

The hot water tingling the tender lips I feel myself parting them with my hands, fingertip pulling back the hood and allowing the full force of the wave of water I am creating with my thrust, my mind reliving yesterdays exploration into new areas, feeling that tongue all over again, but shockingly a Woman’s tongue.

The cooling water luckily calmed my tingling and as the little Goosebumps start to form on my arms outside of the water it brings me back to reality and I snap into motion once again, soon I am dried and dressed, with the washing machine turned on I drive to the supermarket and to tend my Horses on the return trip. The rest of the day is spent doing the normal family orientated things like washing, ironing and preparing dinner, body having time to recover although my mind did wander back a few times, still very much in disbelief.

Saturday morning I was woken up by my Daughter with a cup of coffee, a birthday card and flowers, she was getting ready to go stay overnight at a friends and wanted to say Happy Birthday and goodbye before she left and my husband drove her across town. I lay enjoying my drink then quickly shower and dress and tidy the house, unsure as to what time I am expected to go out. My husband returns and I see him sitting outside in the car on the phone, odd as he would normally wait till he was indoors, and made even more odd as he didn’t say who was on the phone when he came back inside.

It was almost time to leave, I changed my clothes and was then told we would be staying in a hotel overnight after our meal so to pack my make up and toothbrush. If it wasn’t my Birthday I would of wondered what this sudden ‘surprise’ night away was in aid of, but it was a lovely thought and even though twangs of guilt shot through me for what I had been up to with Paul, not once now but twice, and dare I say it hoping for a third very soon, I was going to be the normal Samantha again for tonight at least.

The drive seemed to take ages, yet it always does seem that when your dressed to the nines, legs higher due to the high heels, legs restricted by the evening dress, not quite as comfortable as the usual dress when I am off to tend to my Horses. We pull into the driveway of a country house hotel, I had passed this many times when I worked nearby, and park the car in the car park.

Walking a little unsteadily in my high heels across the loose stones towards the hotel entrance we open the door and walk inside. I stand in the small foyer area with our bags while he goes off to the desk to sign in. As I saw him in distance scribbling into the register the receptionist passed him the telephone and although I could not hear him I could see him talking to someone, odd, very strange, never known that before, what is he up to?

We are led off towards the wide staircase and the porter was soon opening the door to the room with his access card and placing our bags by the bed. Bags? We were only staying overnight, my belongings were in a small almost vanity size case, why had he brought a case that would of done him for a week?

“Who was you talking to on the phone in reception?” I ask him, after a hesitant pause he replied that he was confirming dinner, and he quickly asked if I was ready to go down to eat as he surreptitiously pushed his case to the side as if trying to hide its size from my view.

We were led into the low lit Dining room and steered towards the table in the far rear corner overlooking the outside fish pond, the waiter slid my chair under me as I sat down then placed a black leather menu in front of us both and then took out his notepad and pencil. Ordering our drinks he went off to collect them while we read the fancy menu decorated with floral edging, and on his return a few minutes later we gave him our choices from the menu.

Sitting facing me, my husband seemed unusually jittery, excited, a little flushed, and constantly looking around the room and at the other guests at nearby tables. Using unusual and strange witty comments to try hide his slightly nervous behaviour, it was not like him at all. I was just about to ask if everything was alright when the waitress appeared with our meals and one at a time placed the hot steaming dishes in front of us.

The meal was lovely, I had not realised how hungry I was, I had not found the time to eat through the day, the following sweet dish was absolutely gorgeous and I sat there feeling quite full. I looked around. thankfully there was no apparent dance area, and as darkness really took hold a long walk outside would not be on the cards, I almost sighed relief as the reminding ache between my legs eased at the thought of us spending the rest of the evening in the quiet Bar area, the only punishment to my achy lips and clit would be the sitting on a hard leather bar stool.

We finished our meal and sat at the table enjoying the second round of drinks that the waiter had brought to our table. Then my husband began teasing me, telling me that the man to the side of me kept watching me, looking me up and down and making comments to his mate then looking back in my direction.

“Think they discussing what it would be like for both of them to get you in bed” I blush, craftily glancing sideways, seeing two youngish city types, their ties half undone and angled towards their shoulders, faces still not over the teen acne stage, flushed and obviously getting worse for wear with each new pint they downed.

What was he playing at?

“Stop it!” I tell him, “You know I could never do that, and definitely not with two young enough to be my sons”. He giggles and then starts on about another man sitting over the other side, this time I see an older man sitting with his wife or maybe it was his fancy piece from work. This time my husband adding to his comments by saying that he bets the man's wife would be up for it too.

I suddenly flush to the full, my cheeks burn, remembering what had happened just the two days before with Paul and Carol. I kick his shin under table and glare at him with my best ‘Don’t you dare go on’ stare. “What has got into you tonight?”

With the other tables now empty he has run out of available teasing material, and despite his continuing sly giggles the teasing is stopped, I sigh in relief.

We slip out from our chairs and walk away from the table. Well I was wrong, instead of being led into the bar I was ushered towards the wide stairs and led back towards our room. Ahhh I thought, maybe he has arranged something in the room, flowers, champagne, strawberries, chocolates laid on the bed!

No there were no strawberries, no Champagne, not even a toffee on the bed, the room was exactly as we had left it, one door beside the bed leading to the bathroom and toilet, another locked door to the adjoining room, lamps on bedside tables and a window overlooking the grounds. Taking off his jacket he walks into the en-suite bathroom and runs a bath, he returns and tells me to undress and go and soak. As I start to undress down to my underwear he turns the wall mounted television on and ups the volume.

I think to myself I hope he is not intending to sit watching Britain’s Great Railway Journeys all night, he will be wearing that big case of his if he did that on my birthday!. I walk into the tiled bathroom and remove the rest of my clothes before I ease into the water. He walks in and picks up my underwear and as he walks out closes the door shut behind him.

After about ten minutes he reappears through the door with a fancy decorative bag and a small wrapped package, the bag placed on the edge of the sink he passes the small present to me wishing me happy birthday. I rip the wrapping paper off with my wet fingers to find a bottle of perfume, and as I reach for the bag he tells me to wait till I’m dry, and then to put on what is inside it before I leave the bathroom and return to the bedroom.

I get out of the bath and start to dry myself, curiosity making me peek in the top of the bag but I can not see what is inside as its thoroughly wrapped in tissue and my wet fingers meant I had to wait just a little longer. Now dry I dabbed the new perfume behind my ears, waiting for my body warmth to fully ignite the aroma and breathing it in. Oh not a bad choice for a man.

“Ahhhh “ I sigh as I remove the tissue covered parcel from the bag, unfolding the many turns of the thin paper it reveals a Pink Basque, trimmed with black lace, a pack of black stockings laid on the top. Now I know why he has been excited all evening. Oh god, the reality hits home, he has planned sex, my crotch area seems to throb as a reminder that I had already had so much of it this week and the ache returned to remind me further that it had indeed taken rather a lot of punishment already and had still not calmed. I hope the swollen lips have gone down a little more, not revealing what I have been up to.

I put on the stockings and then ease into the tight basque, now dressed I look in the mirror, oh my do I look real sexy, shame I didn’t have this earlier in the week when I went to see Paul, I think it would of blown him away.

I tidy may hair and take a deep breath, opening the door I walk out almost tripping over his large opened case. The bed had been stripped of its duvet, and from the corners familiar black straps pointed inwards, I gasped, the idea obviously taken from those photographs he had seen on Paul’s website, I knew it had excited him but it was a shock to see he had gone out and bought similar restraints himself.

Hands on my shoulders he almost pushes me towards the bed, sitting me near the edge he lays me back, slipping the cloth cuffs onto my wrists and securing them to the well parted bed straps, then the same to my ankles. Speechless I lay there looking at the reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall, my legs spread wide and showing all I had. Reaching into the case he pulls out a blindfold and slips it over my head, the light suddenly vanishing and leaving me there unable to see a thing.

The sound of the television is again increased, I can barely make out him moving around the room, odd clicks, odd taps here and there, and what I thought was a key turning, a squeak and a door closing, he must of shut his case, yes that’s what that noise must be.

“Happy Birthday Sam” he says, “I wanted to make this birthday special, get you something very different, I wracked my brains trying to think of something you wanted, and I think you are going to enjoy this” there was a slight pause and then he added “So now for your big surprise Birthday Present”.

I feel so excited, I wonder what it could be, what has he bought me, what new wonderful toy has he got for me, what am I going to feel slip inside me….

I hear the click of the camera, Ohh God he is taking photographs of me laying here with my legs wide open. Click again as I hear him walk around by my head which is almost hanging off the other side of the bed. He is taking pictures from all angles, making ‘Mmmm’ sounds as he does so. It all goes quiet again, I strain my ears to try to get an idea of what my present may be, to get advance warning before he pushes this toy inside me or against me, yet I hear nothing.

I feel a warmth, a slight breeze over my thighs through my stockings, it wasn’t from the window or door and this was moving up one leg and down the other, then it seems to increase and this time I feel it crossing over my bare pussy. My clit still with a mind of its own since the earlier play in the week seemed to pop out and see what was going on, catching the warm moist air passing over her and immediately starting her twitching inside.

I jump slightly as I feel two fingertips stroking up and down my lips in unison, softly touching, faint like a feather, but enough to make my pussy part on her own. Then just as I was hoping for more it stops, the room is silent again, until I feel a warm wet tongue slide across my right nipple, again a silent pause and then the same wet rough tongue slides wetly over my left teat. God don’t tease me, just play with me I scream in my head.

I sense more movement, he has now come around to stand just behind my head, I feel his hands grab hold of each mound of my breasts and start to squeeze and mould with fingers, pushing them together, fingers flicking across the still damp and hardening nipples. I cant see it but can sense his cock is so close and get the urge to have it in my mouth, but try as I might I cannot find the tip with my limited head movement.

One hand continues to massage and tease my breast and I feel the other softly touch under my chin tipping my head further back. Suddenly I feel the warmth of soft skin on my lips and he begins to draw the hardness back and forth across them. I feel like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing trying to capture more in my mouth as he taps the hardness firmly on my lips and teases me further.

Hearing nothing but the constant clicking of the camera that has not stopped since the start… My brain wants to question how he is doing it, but this is overwhelmed by the need to taste this rigid shaft which is cruelly teasing me now, technology can wait, right now I only want to taste this cock.

As my tongue glides along the hardness, flicking around the glans and over the taught shiny ball I hear him tell me to suck it, his voice almost command like and I am already eager to do as he says. I open my mouth and feel the roundish ball slip into my lips, holding tight around it I apply my strongest vacuum and lap the tip inside with my tongue. Click, click goes the camera as more and more it pushes and more and more I take. The shaft wet from my licking finding little resistance as it fills my mouth and softly thrusts in and out of my lips.

I feel his hand stroking the lips of my pussy as this stiff throbbing pole takes my mouth deeper, soon its deep enough to start that gagging sensation, but after my earlier experiences they stop almost immediately and I feel the softer tip nudging against the back of my throat. I stretch my jaw a little and it suddenly pops past the tightness and I feel my neck swelling as his cock slips fully down, the thick vein throbbing and making my neck pulse. It comes out with a plop and I hear my lungs take in the rush of air, then it comes back again, this time not so slowly and not pausing so long.

He tastes so different, in fact he feels so different, it must be because I had been taken this way so much just two days before, since then I had been too swollen and achy to have sex, in fact I have been trying to side step and avoid it until all signs that I had been taken and eaten and taken yet again, not by just one either but two others, and one of those being a woman, had fully gone.

Even his technique seemed different, I have a feeling he been studying Pauls videos far more than I knew of, I knew they interested him but I have feeling he watching them far more than I am aware of. To be honest the taste of him, the aroma, the way he took my throat, it seemed like it was Paul, Oh my god those discrete clandestine hot sessions are really confusing my mind.

My long and surprisingly deep throat fucking suddenly comes to a full stop, my mouth full of wetness, dribbling from my lips, yet I am unable to wipe it away with my hands. I feel two hands fall on my thighs and begin to stroke up and down, thumbs spread my lips wider and instead of his cock sliding in me I feel a wet tongue sliding over my wet stretched pussy. I can already feel my own wetness oozing and trickling and know that it will not take a lot before I come.

The roughness slowly slides over my very sensitive button and I gasp, then flicking all around her I feel my hips start that thrusting motion, pushing out to hopefully increase the pressure of contact. As I feel two fingers slide into my wetness I can already feel the tightening in my stomach, the first signs of a pending orgasm, my breathing increases as I squeeze my internal muscles and thrust as much as I am able onto them as they twist deep inside me.

Warm lips ease around my already swollen clit, pushing back the soft fleshy hood and immediately increasing the sensations as I feel my hot little button sucked out and held between lips. I feel myself biting my lip as my body starts to shake, the tips of his fingers have found my G-spot and are now pumping rapidly, there’s no holding back now, the wave floods through my body, curling my toes, body shuddering, I let out a muffled scream and violently explode.

I can feel the pulses of wetness gushing forth, warmed juices suddenly cooling as they trickle out and run down the crease of my bottom. His wet fingers sliding with less resistance as my gushing covers his hand.

Click, click, click, the sound of the camera appears to be moving around, the sound must be echoing around the room, I didn’t realise it had an auto function to take constant pictures. As I listen to the sound I feel my pussy stretching and feel something warm and firm opening my lips wider, the way it twists inside me tells me it is a toy and not my hubby’s cock, and soon it is working back and forth deep inside me, its thrusts matching my very deep breathing. Oh my he has definitely been watching those vids, the toy is, the toy is, the toy is, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the toy is making me come again!

The contractions of my pussy walls aided by the intensity of wetness and propulsion of my squirting juices that since Paul started off has not seemed to stop since, expels the soft skin toy. Yet it is immediately replaced, and I feel it start to ease apart the still pulsating walls, its length harder and firmer as it pushes deeper than before, as the tip stops as it reaches the hard pubic bone the balls slap against my pussy lips. Balls?, Ohh its not the toy its his cock!

The first few strokes were slow long and very deep, then he paused and slipped himself out. Wondering why I was just about to ask as I felt the tightness around my ankle ease off, first one then the other, he had undone the restraints that held my legs down and wide. This time as his hardness entered me I felt my legs being pushed further and further back, any further and I think they would of rested on my own shoulders, but the additional depth made me gasp loudly as a powerful thrust sent his shaft rampaging through my dripping cavern. The sensations were wonderful, just like the other day on Paul’s swing, they matched his depth, it actually even felt like him.

“We meet again”, I hear whispered in my ear, now I am definitely going crazy, my thoughts of that previous session with Paul had even made me think I heard him. Click, click, click, I hear the camera working away, again the sound moving about, making me think it moving closer to my head.

“Take all of me Sam”, and it suddenly sinks in.

“Oh my god!” I scream, no wonder I was imagining Paul,

It is Paul!

I feel the blindfold lifted up so it rested on my head, the initial blinding light making me squint, taking a few seconds to re-focus. There in front of me was Paul’s face, one I had seen quite a lot of over these last few weeks in this position, his naked body rising and lowering, his rigid cock thrusting inside me.

Turning my head to the left I see my husband, face partly obscured by my camera, bending at the knees, changing angles, the lens pointing to the spot where Pauls hardness was slamming in and out of a very dripping pussy. Still fully dressed he was totally pre-occupied with his camera work although I could see the prominent bulge in his trousers. Realisation hit me again, It hadn’t been him at all, it had been Paul whose cock I had not long ago taken fully down my throat. No wonder I had tasted him, it was almost a relief to know I was not going crazy.

But amidst the relief I now had a sudden burst of guilt, my husband was not but four feet away and my very good friend, part time lover, my discrete bit on the side was pounding away, making me moan so loud, showing that I was so enjoying his every action. I glance towards him, and he takes the camera away from his face, the look of excitement reassures me a little, then his smile lets me know it is ok to continue and enjoy.

“Hope you are enjoying your present love” he says to me with a wink, I need no further confirmation, and at this stage in proceedings I couldn’t have stopped enjoying it even if the bloody fire alarms went off.

Paul softly kisses my neck, moving up until our lips meet, and as we both attach to each others mouth in a frenzied bout of suction and tongue play he steps up his thrusting till the bed shakes, I wrap my legs around his back and pull him towards me in the hope he will not slip out or stop.. For yes those shudders had once again started, and I could not hold back, I took a deep breath and yelled at the top of my voice..

“Fuck me Paul….. Don’t stop, don’t stop, make me…”

I never got out the last word as my breath was taken away by such a deep pounding, the word I was going to use suddenly changed tense from future to present, and ‘cum’ then suddenly became. “Cummmmmmmmminnnnnng”.

I feel my wrist straps released, just in time to reach forward and digging my nails into his ass cheeks get those penultimate thrusts to ram home even harder and fully trigger my orgasm. My whole body was erupting into a quivering mass, my erratic breathing gasping loudly and coarsely, my bum lifting off the bed with the violence of the spasms that shook me, all I could now do now was scream.

“FFFFffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

Paul’s hardness, ejected by my contracting pussy muscles just as the toy had been now glistened in the bright light above, the whole length covered in shiny juices, my shiny juices, and since he made me taste those on our first meeting I now had an urgent need to taste them again, taste him and me mixed together and grabbing his hand I pulled him back around the bed towards my head. He didn’t need an explanation, he knew only too well what it was I needed, this time not blindfolded and knowing it was him.

The tip felt no resistance as my mouth almost sucked him in, my tongue crazily cleaning his shaft as it entered, and with no hesitation whatsoever it slipped straight down and my lips collided with his ball sack. As he started to take me this way I reached behind him and pulled him even deeper.

Husband present or not, I was enjoying this, and the presence of a full army battalion would not have stopped me enjoying being fucked this way by my lover, I was turned on so much I was in a world of my own.

was not the only one turned on, I could hear my husband almost falling over as he tried to undress, his eyes transfixed, not on his clothing but on his wife taking every centimetre of another mans cock all the way down her throat, hardly stopping to breathe, filling the room with a gurgling suction noise and an occasional plop and gasp, and she was pulling him in, making it a full, hard and very deep throat fucking.

His voice warbling in excitement repeating

“Oh wow, oh god, Oh wow, Oh god” as he watched me time and time again eagerly swallow as much of Paul as I could get.

I was so ready for Paul to shoot his hot load into my throat, but despite my intense yearning it did not happen, I could feel him so very close, almost taste it, but he was holding back, I knew he didn’t want to come yet and this be over, and I certainly didn’t want it to be over either, able to make love to him yet this time with permission, I was not about to let it be a fleeting session, I wanted to stretch it out to the full, all night if I could, chances like this do not come along everyday and I was not going to waste a second.

As Paul withdrew gently, he walked back around the bed and returned to stroke and finger my pussy, I was a soaking mess, I’m sure the towels placed on the bed were not going to be enough to contain my flooding, especially as now I knew it was Paul and had recently acquired a very good knowledge just how wet he could make me. But I was not intending to stop and do any housekeeping, if the sheets were wet then they were wet, for now I had just one thing on my mind!

My husband stood to the side, his cock in hand, hard and appearing even more rigid and upward pointing than normal, I could see the level of his excitement. He had mentioned a threesome before, even mentioned it being with Paul after the two of us watched Pauls videos and ended up making love even more energetically than normal, but I had taken this to be sex talk, a fantasy notion in the heat of the moment, I never dreamed it would become reality, and never without me knowing about it.

As my husband moved above my head and pushed the tip of his cock between my lips I could feel Paul insert two fingers inside me, the alternating insertion and opposing withdrawal of the other finger immediately letting me know what was about to come, that knowledge reinforced as it was increased to two fingers from each hand. I knew what he was about to do, and I knew what the results would be when he did it. It became so hard to concentrate on pleasing my husband with my mouth when I knew that I would shortly be violently squirting. He was about to give me that amazing ‘Venus Butterfly’, and I have to try to pretend to my husband that I do not know what it is, or how it drives me so fucking wild that I totally erupt.

As his fingers work slowly and softly into my drenched pussy, it becomes tighter and tighter as he increases the number of fingers inside of me, the two fingers from each hand soon become three, pushing, turning slightly, then trying to part, stretching my pussy almost to point I feel I am going to rip apart, yet done with such care and patience that it is far from painful, in fact the sensations are tremendous and unfortunately for my poor husband I stop trying to pleasure and instead I am craning my neck to try and see what Paul is doing.

The click, click, click of the camera returns, I can see him adjusting the camera to find the best angles, almost leaning over Pauls shoulder to get close ups of Pauls hands taking me, now up to four fingers they slide in opposing directions, soaked in my juices, the white internal cream covering his fingers, my pussy stretched to the limit and gaping wide.

I am breathing so coarsely all that’s missing is a midwife telling me to pant, and as he pushes both lots of fingers in together right up to the knuckles, I need no telling to pant. I wouldn’t have heard anyway, I was too busy screaming out with each sharp rapid breath..

“Yes, Yes, Yessssssss”

I knew only too well what was about to happen, yet I could not find the breath or even the time between breaths to pre-warn my husband, and as Paul parted his fingers deep inside me and began that ‘Butterfly’ motion with his fingertips, fluttering against my G-spot and everything else inside me, I knew I was there, more than there. “Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss” I screamed as my whole body violently convulsed.

With the following scream I must of appeared to be somewhat possessed and re-enacting the scene from the Exorcist, I saw my husband step back a fraction, mouth open in a mix of surprise and shock as I scream out so loud.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuck!”.

Pauls hand are pushed out with a childbirth like scream and the most powerful jet I had experienced so far shot out and over his shoulder, hitting my unprepared husband fully on the chest, so shocked he almost dropped the camera as he urgently raised it above his head to protect it from the torrents that were now pumping out in distant reaching streams.

“Fucking hell what was that?” my husband almost screams, I do not have the breath to even attempt to answer, and I dare not let on that I am aware of it.

I hardly have time to regain my own composure, Paul’s cock is rock hard and standing proud and he rolls me over making me very unsteadily kneel, my bum in the air, in a split second he is kneeling behind me and his cock slams into my still shaking pussy and ploughs hard, the wetness that has soaked my ass cheeks now enhancing the slapping sound as he rams hard inside me.

His cock now feeling even harder than before pushes to the limit, his hands holding my hips and really thrusting to the full, each time his balls slap against my saturated pussy lips my knees buckle, he has extended this powerful orgasm and is not letting it subside, I can hardly get breath.

My husband still frantically clicking with the camera once again moves around above my head to stand facing me, as he slips between my lips I can taste that he isn’t far from coming, I’ve never seen him this excited and so ready to come without hardly any actions on my part. I don’t have to suck him in, nor does he have to move, Pauls slamming thrusts push me across the bed and force my mouth on to my husbands cock.

Paul slows, I feel I want to scream at him as he removes the long shaft. I feel him rubbing the wet tip across my closed ass, the tip rubbing the tiny ridges spreading the thick gooey juices over the hole, then I feel his finger gently easing inside as he once again slams his hardness into my pussy.

My husband groans loudly as Paul again pushes me forward with his thrusts making me take all of my husband, the single finger increases to two slipping easily with the lubrication into my ass, his hard cock still slamming deep enough to ground out inside me. I hardly have time to prepare as it becomes too much for my husband and with a yell I feel his cock swell on my tongue and explode. As he moves back from me, his own knees now wobbly and unsteady he moves to the side once again and the camera seems to go into overdrive, this is certainly going to make an album to remember.

Paul slows once again, withdrawing slowly he pulls out his fingers and I feel the hot tip of his cock entering the tighter hole, as he grips my ass cheeks tight, pulling them apart he also pulls me back and his hard cock slides slowly deeper and deeper into my ass. A few short mini thrusts to spread the juices around and then he begins to take me.

Oh my god does he take me!

How the hell he manages to hold back so long I can only but wonder, but oh boy am I sure glad he does, my body is alive with the sensations that his mouth, his fingers, and his cock create inside me, although shattered I so want it to continue, and I even find myself thinking when will I be able to go visit him again.

Paul reaches around me, grasping my rapidly swaying breasts in his hands he grips tightly, pulling me back even harder onto the hard shaft that is now slamming into my ass at amazing speed, the added millimetre of hard cock triggering me into another shaking orgasm and making my knees totally give way, I collapse forward on to the bed and he slides his legs back to the floor, laying on me he continues to thrust inside me, angle changed and feeling different yet again. From the way his thrusts become uneven and the strong throbbing sensation around the entrance to my ass I know he is ready.

“Where do you want it Sam?” he pants, giving me the option of where, but not needing and answer as I was not intending to let this one go to waste, I spin around and take his cock into my mouth just as the first pulse ejected the white cream, my lips could feel it expanding with each throb and I felt each spurt splatter at the back of my mouth. I felt like the cat who had got the cream and sucked and sucked till nothing else came out. Paul collapsed on the bed panting beside me, my husband excitedly snapping away at the dribbles of Pauls cum which now hung from the corners of my mouth and covered my lips and chin.

We lay there for a while, slowly regaining breath, allowing the shaking to subside and our bodies cool. Eventually I managed to stand up and walk rather unsteadily to the bathroom to clean myself up, leaving Paul to recover and my husband to pour the much needed drinks into plastic cups from the bottle that had been in the big case.

On my return Paul went off to clean up and I adjusted the pillows so I could sit up in the centre of the bed, When Paul returned the two men sat either side of me, I was still shaking and struggled to keep my glass from spilling over, yet almost tempted to let it so that it could be licked off my breasts. Damn I was so horny, so eager, so wanting more!

“When did you arrange this?” I ask, looking at both in turn to see who was going to answer. “So was it Paul you was talking to on the phone outside the house this morning, and then again from reception?”.

My husband then tells me that he had rang Paul at home a few days before to ask if he was interested in giving a birthday to remember. It immediately clicked in my mind and although I couldn’t say out loud I looked at Paul thinking ‘so that’s what that phone call was when I was in your bed’, Paul reading my mind nodded as if to say ‘yes it was’..

We lay talking for a while, my husband saying how he found it exciting to think his wife was being totally pleasured by Paul, that she had said herself that she fancied trying out the swing and toys they had watched in the videos and being pushed to limits of orgasm like the girls they had witnessed. It was almost as if he knew that I had already experienced this far far more than he realised, the guilt even almost made me confess that, but Pauls hand tightening on mine somehow telling me that would be a bad move. How does he do that, always know what I am thinking, and always know what I want?

“Would you show her all that Paul?” he suddenly asked, I could see Paul almost choke as he sipped his drink, “If she came to see you would you show her those things she fantasised about, could you push her to her limits?”.

Pauls face was a picture, and god knows what my face must have looked like, “It’s ok, I wouldn’t mind, not as long as you took pictures for me to see after, you could both make it a regular thing if you fancied it”.

“Yes I would be honoured too, that’s if Sam would like it of course” Paul eventually finds the words to reply.

Like it? I’d fucking love it! Oh my god, my husband’s permission to visit and to undertake all that Paul gives me, and even more, and as often as I wanted, how could I not like it! This was definitely a birthday present to remember, with a few Christmas ones thrown in too.

“Sounds fun” I try my hardest attempt to sound nonchalant and not too eager, although internally screaming out ‘Yessssssssssssssssssssss’. I think my massive smile and the way I was squeezing Pauls hand showed that I really wanted to scream out a ‘Whoooooooohoooo’ and indicated to Paul that I sure would be taking up this offer, and very frequently too!

We left that conversation there, although I know Paul was as excited about it as myself. We talked about what we liked, and the things we had tried, talked of things we were curious about trying. As Paul stroked my arm my hands had subconsciously slid to both men’s laps and began to toy with their cocks.

I didn’t want the evening to end, not just yet anyway, and maybe if I could just get Paul hard again we could…

Damn I was so on fire…

It didn’t take long, Paul’s cock started to respond and my hand worked the shaft to assist its return to life, unashamedly I just bent over and started to suck and lick, his cock and balls tasted fresh after washing, with the faint aroma of shower gel he had used when quickly cleaning himself up. I changed position to kneel between his spread legs, cupping his balls in my hand as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, almost willing it fully back to life.

I could see from the look on his face he was enjoying it, eyes closed and a big smile, the random groans as the sensations passed through him. God I wanted him inside me yet again, needed to feel him inside me, yearned so badly for the heat and hardness as it filled my pussy, and I began to kiss over his stomach and work my way up his chest till I was sitting straddled over him. I reached behind and guided the tip into the entrance of my already wet pussy and lowered myself down very very slowly till my lips nestled on his balls.

Leaning forward I pulled his head forward onto my breasts, forcing my nipple into his mouth, he needed no further encouragement to grasp the soft mounds of flesh and kneed them as he sucked, nor to begin nipping the sides of the teats between his teeth, and although he attempted to thrust, I remained in control, rising and falling when I was ready, keeping him buried inside for long periods and just rocking my hips, even without thrusting it felt so good and very soon that trembling had returned, my sighs and sudden jerking motion revealing that I was coming yet another time tonight.

My husband, still armed with his camera and taking endless photographs stood on the bed beside me, taking point of view pictures, at this rate he would run the batteries down completely, and I so hope he hides these well, I would die if the kids accidently came across them.

“I’ve never seen her so hungry for it” my husband comments. “Looks as though she is really enjoying herself, just like I wanted her too”.

Paul lifted me off, guided me to turn around and once again lowered me onto his hardness, hands under my cheeks he slowly lifted me up and down making the tip of his cock rub a new spot inside, Pulling me back against his chest he then massaged my breasts, rolling the nipples in between forefingers and thumbs, tugging them harder making them ache, but the ache that makes you want even more.

My husband again hard slips himself once again between my lips, I still cant believe this is all happening, cant believe I feel so relaxed about doing something I had never done before, Two Men, unbelievable!

Paul lifts me up, rearranging his cock against my anus he slowly lowers me down again gently filling my ass. My body weight and angle of my legs seeming to push it deeper. He held me there making me feel full.

“He has only had you suck him so far Sam” Paul says to me, “I think he should take you, don’t you?” he says into my ear as I lower down and take him deep once again. “Take her” he says in the direction of my husband.

I go to lift my ass off his cock, expecting them to exchange places yet he grips my hips firm and pulls me down on him as far as he can, pulling me tightly back into his chest and then spreading my legs wide so I am no longer able to lift myself up. My husband stands in front of me looking at me, waiting for me to lay down ready for him to take his turn.

“No, I mean take her now, as she is!” Paul says to my husband, his mouth drops open in excitement as he gathers what Paul has in mind, he stands over us, bends his legs and eases the tip of his cock towards my pussy.

“Ohh my God” I say loudly, realising I am about to get fucked by both these men, and both at the same time. A new experience for me altogether, a definite first!

Yes I had experienced it in a way when Paul used that cock ring with the dildo attached and took both my holes at same time, but that was a toy, NOT TWO COCKS!

As hubby slipped in further it felt so tight, my ass full to brim with Pauls throbbing hardness the vein pulsing on my sensitive ass entrance and now my pussy too, I had never felt so full, and as they both start to move inside me the sensations were out of this world.

I started coming, coming very quickly, trapped between them I could hardly move and Pauls encouragement to my husband not to stop as I shuddered just made the next come quicker. We did this for quite a while and I could see my husbands face eventually show signs of struggling of supporting his weight at this angle and maintaining thrusts. Without having to say to Paul he knew what was going through my mind as my husband slowed and slowed.

“Lets change around” Paul said, and as my husband pulled out Paul rolled me to the side, indicating to him to lie where he was just laying. I went to climb on as before, but Paul turned me around to face my husband, my ass high in the air as he took position behind me. I reached below and eased my husbands’ cock into my pussy and lowered and almost immediately Paul had entered my ass deeply once again.

My ass now ached for hardness, it didn’t need to be just filled anymore it yearned to be taken, fucked, fucked hard, fucked to the full!

“Shhhhh Sam, you will get us thrown out”, my husband says to me, I didn’t even realise I was screaming, never mind that I was screaming at top of my voice… But I just couldn’t stop, the tears rolled down my cheeks as I yelled.

“Yes Yes Give Me That Cock… FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

I come, and when I say ‘I come’ I really mean ‘I CAME !’

A sudden deep rumbling inside me, a volcanic rush, an atomic bomb explosion, I just erupted in a jerking fit like state, gasping for breath in between my screams, my vision blurred, so intense I felt as if I were about to black out. And below, well the damns had well and truly burst their banks, even though my husband was still inside me I just flooded, it gushed over his balls, it squirted outwards, it squirted downwards, it squirted in every direction.

I collapsed, totally knackered, exhausted beyond belief, every ounce of energy used up in this violent orgasm that rattled my body and continued to do so. I cried in emotion, sobbed loudly as the tears rolled down my face.

Paul eased gently out of my ass and moved to my side, holding my hand tightly, reassuring me as he had now done a few times before, as I drifted between states of consciousness, almost fainting with the intensity. My husband slid from underneath me and stood the other side. I hardly had the energy to lift my face from the mattress or to lift my body weight so I could breathe. With the men’s help I rolled over onto my back, I could feel the massive puddle of my own juices cold against my back, the two men against my sides, their cocks throbbing at watching me recover from such an intense eruption and both so close to coming themselves.

My efforts to lift my arms to play with them and finish them off failed, I had to just lay there exhausted arms by my side and leave them both to play alone, working their hands up and down these almost glowing shafts just inches from either side of my face. My husband came first, the stream landing across both breasts, glowing like bright snow against my very reddened chest. Seconds later Paul exploded and the stream splattered against my lips, shot onto my forehead and into my hair, I was covered, covered in two men’s cum, and I absolutely fucking loved it!

I didn’t have the energy to get up, I hardly managed to wipe the juice away from my eyelid as it dribbled down my forehead, my lips licked clean by my tongue, I felt content. Perhaps more content than I had ever felt before in my life. I was in no rush to end this feeling and just laid there, enjoying every second that passed, floating in my own subspace and sighing loudly.

As my husband went off into the shower I laid there beside Paul, him squeezing my hand and kissing me passionately on lips, gazing into my eyes.

“Thank you” he whispers, “So then now your allowed to visit me, when are you coming?” I feel like saying first thing tomorrow, but the way my body feels I doubt whether I could even manage the dreary day to day things like eating, it would have to wait a few days at least despite my yearning to continue this exploration into myself and to feel that amazing sensation as he makes me cum and cum and cum yet again.

“Think we will try something a little different next time, maybe something a little harder, let you explore more of the bondage, really make you my sex slave and show you some domination” he says, Tingles ripple through my already tingling body and I feel that throbbing ache between my legs from the excitement and deep yearning.

“Yesssssss” is all can reply, “Ohhh Yessssss, Soon please, very very soon”.

Paul goes through the adjoining door to use the shower, I slip into my own bathroom and slip under the warm falling water as my husband dries off.

“That was amazing, I have never seen you like that” he says as he wraps the gown around himself, “Was such a turn on to see you in that state”. He leans forward and avoiding the water kisses me, “Happy Birthday Sam” he says.

Happy is not the word, I’m ecstatic, I never thought I could ever do anything like that, not in front of my husband. In just a few short days I had experienced two Threesomes, one of them with two men, and one with a man and unbelievably a woman, I never imagined I would have either experience. I suppose it was made easier with it being Paul, as I don’t think it would of or even could of ever happened with anyone else.

As I left the bathroom my husband was already asleep, curled on his side in middle of the bed, still in the gown and not even bothered to sort the duvet, he was snoring and totally out for the count. No room for me to lay unless I woke him or pushed him to the side. I stood there looking at him, I was far too excited to sleep, I needed to be held close, to be squeezed tight, to be kissed.

I undo the belt and my gown falls to the floor, my body still glowing I ease back the duvet and slide inside into the warmth, Pauls arms immediately envelop me and my lips find his, each rise n fall of his chest as he breathes sending electrified tingles through my nipples. I grab his hand and pull it onto my pussy, he doesn’t need telling and his fingers deftly start to stir the already throbbing desire within my clit, one finger inside me and thumb brushing my button I tremble as we continue kissing and exploring each others tongues.

I am going to have him at least once more before morning.

I am determined!