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18-02-2017, 02:41 AM
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We were sitting around the table drinking wine and laughing. I had already cleared dinner away and Thomas had opened a second bottle of wine.
Justine and Alex were on the opposite side of the kitchen table and Alex was telling us tales of his trip to Italy, dazzling us with his accent and explaining how Americans were far too uptight. “Prudish,” he said with a smile, “like too pure.” He looked at Justine for help.
“Uptight,” she grinned mischievously.
“Yes!” Alex slapped the table, “uptight! Too uptight.”
Alex’s hand coming down on the table made me jump a little and Thomas placed his hand on my thigh and gave me a little smile before looking back at Justine.
His hand was warm and he slowly massaged the top of my thigh while Alex explained how Italians look at life.
“It’s a feast ... life is a feast of good food, good friends, good women, good sex.” He stared at me while he explained and little chill of excitement went through me.
I glanced at Thomas to see if he noticed and caught him smiling at Justine. It didn’t even register that Alex was looking me over the way a lion looks at a gazelle with a broken leg.
The second bottle of wine quickly turned into the third and after a few minutes the stories started to change a bit. To my surprise, Thomas started the descent into debauchery telling a tale we had never shared with anyone.
“No,” he looked back and forth between Alex and Justine, the wine evident in rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, “I know what you mean, Alex. You gotta take life when you can,” he looked at me and his eyes roamed across my cleavage. “Michelle and I had sex in a dressing room last week.”
Justine smiled at Alex. “In a dressing room?” She turned to me.
I grinned and took a sip of wine. “You know, sometimes, you just need to a release.”
Alex raised his hand for a high-five to me. “In a store! Nice!” I leaned over the table to reach his hand and he stared down at my breasts, hanging in my blouse.
I caught his eye and he winked.
“We were caught in a parking garage once,” Justine laughed. “I was looking out side window, well,” she looked at Alex, “we were both looking out the side window and the police came up behind us.”
“They tapped on the glass,” Alex laughed, “and he is looking at my ass, you know, I am going into Justine.”
I pictured Alex, his strong body, naked and plunging into Justine from behind. Another little thrill of excitement went through me.
“Exhibitionists!” Thomas laughed and finished off another glass of wine. “Sex in public!” His face was rosy red and I could tell he was horny, right at the sweet spot before he gets too drunk to capitalize on what he wants. His hand moved up my thigh, but his eyes were on Justine.
“Yes,” Alex thought for a moment, “there is something about being watched.” He looked at his wife and smiled.
Justine leaned forward and kissed him lightly, but it quickly became deeper.
Instinctively, Thomas’ fingers moved up my thigh. His excitement matching the long kiss the two shared.
I watched too. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was because they were so much like us, but it was impossible to turn away.
Alex pulled his wife in closer and his tongue explored her lips. It was like neither of us was present there.
Thomas looked at me with a lascivious grin and waggled his eyebrows. I turned and met his lips.
Our kissing quickly mimicked theirs and suddenly we were two couples isolated on either side of the table, almost a mirror image of drunken passion.
Alex’s hand wandered his wife’s breast and he squeezed and I slipped my hand up Thomas’ thigh until I found the stiff bulge I knew would be waiting for me.
Thomas moaned slightly and I saw him glance at what was happening across the table. It was thrilling, watching him watch them – a voyeur’s dream really.
He bit my lower lip playfully and I met his gaze. We were technically at a bit of standstill really, a stalemate. Both couples perched on opposite sides of the table, both making out and petting each other, but what would happen next? Could we really go further?
Thomas liked to watch. Our porn collection, on his laptop and mine, were both filled with PoV’s and menage a trois. I can’t tell you the number of times we have turned one on and fucked each other senseless.
I liked it just as much as he did. There is nothing better than watching some stud bang away at some little vixen who’s begging for it. What? It makes me wet.
I swilled the last bit of wine in my glass and stood up. Thomas looked at me curiously but I turned to catch Alex’s eye roaming across my curves. I gave him a wry look – there’s nothing hotter than being wanted.
Stepping around the end of the kitchen table, I laid my hands on Justine’s shoulders. I don’t know what came over me or what I was thinking, I was just…kind of lost in the thrill of it and, until someone brought me back to earth, I figured I would go with it.
Justine sighed a bit as I dug my fingers into her shoulder muscles and ran my thumbs along her neck. Thomas stared at me, my neckline and cleavage, the curve of my ass, and I could see him getting even more turned on.
Looking down at Alex, I saw Justine’s hand in his lap massaging his bulge the way I had been working Thomas’s. I pulled her long, blonde hair back into a ponytail and leaned down toward her neck.
Alex’s eyes grew wide when I ran my tongue along the curve of his wife’s neck. Justine shivered and moaned softly, her lips on her husbands’.
I glanced at Thomas who didn’t know where to look. His eyes moved back and forth between the three of us – Alex and Justine kissing, his hand on her breast, and my lips against her neck. I could smell Alex’s cologne and taste the salt on Justine’s skin. My insides were on fire, my pussy drenched my panties.
Of all the crazy sex I had in my life, with Thomas and everyone before him, nothing had been as hot as this. I reached down and covered Alex’s hand, the one that was gripping Justine’s breast, with my own.
Alex opened his eyes and stared at me before letting go of his wife’s tit.
I slipped my fingers around the neckline of her blouse and unbuttoned the three lazy buttons along the front. The fabric fell open and slowly I lifted it over her head. Alex and Justine both stared up at me, but once the fabric was clear of Justine’s hair, I leaned down and kissed her myself.
Alex leaned back a bit and made room for our kisses. Justine’s lips were hot and she wasted no time sliding her eager little tongue into my mouth.
Standing behind her, kissing her almost upside down, I unclasped her bra, and slipped the straps over her shoulders. She shrugged the thin fabric free and her breasts fell into the open. They were bigger than mine, heavier with dark pink nipples that stiffened in the air conditioning.
Alex reached up and gripped both. “Amore,” he whispered and Justine turned to her husband like an obedient child.
I stepped back and pulled my blouse over my head while I stared at Thomas with a smile.
Alex shifted in his seat and I looked down to see Justine unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down.
I couldn’t look away. I watched as the denim moved and then Justine pulled the fabric of Alex’s boxers back and let his cock spring up, free from the fabric’s restraint. He was big, almost as big as Thomas, and uncircumcised which I found fascinating.
Alex smiled when our eyes met and he stood proudly.
“Oh,” Thomas looked away from Justine’s breasts for a moment and stared at Alex’s package. “Nice,” he muttered and looked at me – pure, wanton lust in his eyes. We were going to fuck, him and I, and it was going to be rough. I knew it like I knew the sun was going to rise, the only question was when.
Justine wrapped both hands around the base of her husband’s cock and slowly slipped him between her lips. Alex stared at my breasts while Thomas intently watched Justine’s performance until I placed my hand on the back of Justine’s head and slowly pushed her husband’s cock deeper into her mouth.
That did it. Thomas couldn’t take it anymore. He walked over to me and pulled me into his embrace. He pressed his hips into the curve between my legs until the bulge in his pants pressed through my skirt and against my clit.
I moaned and glanced at Alex as he watched us, his wife slowly, methodically sucking his cock. I imagined it was me, wondered what the length of him would feel like laid on my tongue.
Thomas yanked my dress up around my hips and spun me toward the table. I placed both hands on the smooth wood and spread my legs. Good, we both get to watch.
His thick fingers unclasped my bra and the fabric slid down to my wrists. I smiled at Alex as he placed a hand on Justine’s head and bit his lower lip, his eyes glued to my chest.
I heard Thomas’ belt buckle, the metal on metal and took a deep breath knowing that I would soon feel his fingers spread my pussy lips and then his cock press into me.
It’s my favorite feeling. The initial stretch of my pussy, the way it spreads and then closes around Thomas’s circumcised head. It’s why I was curious about Alex, the smooth shaft of his cock, slipping back and forth as he fucked Justine’s mouth – what would that feel like?
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Thomas staring at Justine’s lips and I knew he was imagining it, her mouth wrapped around his bigger, thicker cock. It was coming, it was just a matter of time, first we were going to play nice, use each other for visual stimulation.
Thomas spread my pussy and then directed the thick head of his cock to my willing darkness. He set himself and then pressed forward, grabbing my hips, and pushing for home.
Pain stung through me, but I watched Alex begin fucking his wife’s mouth and couldn’t help myself. I did want it rough. I pressed backward, wriggling my hips in Thomas’ grip, driving him deep inside me.
Watching Alex’s face go stiff and his mouth open pushed me over the edge. I met Thomas’ thrust and felt the first hot waves of pleasure vibrate through me.
“Yes,” Justine moaned and pulled back from her husband’s orgasm, yanking his cream onto her tongue and letting it splatter on the smooth curves of her breasts. She looked at me and then back at Thomas with a smile on her face.
I wondered what it would be like to watch him fuck her. To watch her breasts bounce back and forth as he thrust into her. I knew she would love it. I knew she had been thinking about since she had sat down at our table. And there was something hot about that, something primal about the ability to share what was mine.
But I would take Alex for myself.
I started to moan when Thomas dug his fingers into my hips and started to fuck me in earnest. It was one thing I loved about him, he always knew when I wanted to be fucked, when I wanted reckless abandon, when I wanted his swollen cock so fast, deep, and hard that I could barely breathe.
I stared down at the cum on Justine’s breasts and wondered what it would taste like.
Justine glanced at her husband’s semi-hard penis and then back at Thomas banging away behind me, before she grinned and stood up. The two looked at each other, speaking without a word, and then Justine moved toward the table.
She moved the wineglasses out of the way and crawled onto the tabletop, languidly, moving her body for Thomas’ eyes before rolling onto her back a foot from me. She glanced at me and then at the swollen, glistening pussy between her legs. “Care to cum together?” Her eyes flickered back and forth between us.
I wonder how she tastes. I wonder how fast I can make her cum. I looked at Alex as I nodded and bit my lip, my body bouncing back and forth on Thomas’ pole. (God, I love to be fucked by a thoroughbred.)
Justine seemed to slither toward me, her knees spread, her pussy glistening and ready.
I dipped my head and slid my tongue through her nectar and she almost screamed in pleasure.
The sound was enough for Thomas. Fucking me from behind while I buried my tongue in another man’s wife’s quim brought him to climax. He moaned. I felt his cock swell and then the hot jets of cum splash somewhere around my belly button.
Another orgasm broke across me and I took a couple of deep breaths before slipping my tongue from the base of Justine’s cunt to the hardened nub of her clit. Her thighs shivered and her breath caught.
Thomas pulled out and pressed back inside of me emptying his seed into me and I shivered all over like I was standing in a snowstorm without a jacket. I love that feeling, when an orgasm breaks across you and every nerve tingles.
Alex wrapped a hand around his cock as it started to come back to life and I smiled up at him from between his wife’s thighs. I was going to be his next, but not before his wife came in my mouth.
I scraped my tongue along her quim and her thighs closed in on either side of my head. We locked eyes as I dipped my tongue into her and pressed as far as I could.
“Fuck,” Justine curled up and put a hand on the back of my head. “I’m going to cum, don’t stop.” She fucked her hips into my mouth, and I held my tongue stiff for her to fuck. She tasted like honey, warm, sweet, honey every time my tongue dipped into her wet glory.
Her thighs twitched on either side of my head and Justine threw her head back and ground into my lips like her ecstasy was all that mattered.
I kept my tongue riding over, flicking along her clit after I gave it’s width to her hip’s thrusting.
Justine backed away and then leaned forward and kissed me. Her tongue swirled around my lips as she lapped at her own juices, but all I could think about was Alex.
I slipped from the table and my knees were weak. My body tingled everywhere. I giggled like a drunk girl.
Thomas ran his hand along the curves of my ass as he moved around the table to where Justine lay recovering. She smiled and got to her knees as he moved toward her. “How do you want me?”
The tone of her question thrilled me. I stepped toward Alex, whose turgid member was already erect and leaking precum. I reached forward and gripped his length as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He pulled me close and I felt his strength. I love the power of a man, the way it feels to be held by someone stronger.
I eagerly stroked his cock, lubricating him with his own anxiousness and kissing him eagerly.
His mouth was hot and his tongue was thick and strong. I wondered what it would feel like licking my cunt. I moved back to the table, sat down, and spread my legs, giving him full view of me.
Alex dropped to his knees between my thighs. “It’s beautiful,” he kissed me and then lowered his face to my quim.
I heard Justine moan and looked over my shoulder. We were back to back, Justine and I, and Thomas held her thighs as he pressed his length into her.
Alex’s face was rough on my thighs, but he ate pussy like a pro. His thick tongue was already lapping at my juices while one finger was buried in my cooze and pressing some invisible spot that sent explosions of light behind my eyes.
I slipped my fingers through his dark curls and ground my clit against his tongue racing toward another orgasm.
Leaning back against Justine, the orgasm overtook me. I fucked my cunt against Alex’s mouth and closed my eyes. I could barely breathe.
He let me catch my breath before he stood up, the glans of his cock glistening and pink. He put his hands behind my knees and pulled me back to the edge of the table.
I could see the hunger in his eyes. I spread my knees wide as he lined himself up. “I’m going to milk your cock dry,” I whispered as he began to slide inside of me.
“I hope so,” he groaned and buried his cock deep inside me.
I felt Justine’s body moving behind me, a gentle reverberation every time Thomas slammed his cock into her. Her moans were sprinkled with expletives. “Oh fuck, yes, fuck. Oh, fuck me.” She cried out.
I wrapped my arms around her husband’s neck and brought my lips close to his ear. “You like that, don’t you?”
He pulled his cock out to the very edge of me and then slid back in.
“You like the way Thomas is fucking her, don’t you?” I nibbled on his earlobe.
His pace quickened and he grabbed the curves of my ass for leverage.
“Yes,” I shifted my hips so that my pussy squeezed against him. “Oh, you feel so good, so big. Fuck me, Alex.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” Justine panted the words. “I’m cumming.”
I heard Thomas moan softly and knew he was getting close.
Meanwhile, Alex was just starting to build toward his second orgasm. I pulled my body back and leaned against my elbows so he could stare at my tits and Justine’s head was next to mine.
She turned and I kissed her lips. Another storm of ecstasy was building somewhere deep inside of me. The room smelled of sex and I watched Alex’s long, think rod slam in and out of my grateful pussy.
Justine climbed onto the table like a cat, leaned down, and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. I couldn’t believe the sensations that tingled through me.
Leaning my head back, I saw Thomas slide into Justine from behind. He winked at me and said to Alex, “Let us cum, Alex ... you inside my wife and I inside yours.”
Both Justine and I grunted as our husbands shot their loads.
THE END
We were sitting around the table drinking wine and laughing. I had already cleared dinner away and Thomas had opened a second bottle of wine.
Justine and Alex were on the opposite side of the kitchen table and Alex was telling us tales of his trip to Italy, dazzling us with his accent and explaining how Americans were far too uptight. “Prudish,” he said with a smile, “like too pure.” He looked at Justine for help.
“Uptight,” she grinned mischievously.
“Yes!” Alex slapped the table, “uptight! Too uptight.”
Alex’s hand coming down on the table made me jump a little and Thomas placed his hand on my thigh and gave me a little smile before looking back at Justine.
His hand was warm and he slowly massaged the top of my thigh while Alex explained how Italians look at life.
“It’s a feast ... life is a feast of good food, good friends, good women, good sex.” He stared at me while he explained and little chill of excitement went through me.
I glanced at Thomas to see if he noticed and caught him smiling at Justine. It didn’t even register that Alex was looking me over the way a lion looks at a gazelle with a broken leg.
The second bottle of wine quickly turned into the third and after a few minutes the stories started to change a bit. To my surprise, Thomas started the descent into debauchery telling a tale we had never shared with anyone.
“No,” he looked back and forth between Alex and Justine, the wine evident in rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, “I know what you mean, Alex. You gotta take life when you can,” he looked at me and his eyes roamed across my cleavage. “Michelle and I had sex in a dressing room last week.”
Justine smiled at Alex. “In a dressing room?” She turned to me.
I grinned and took a sip of wine. “You know, sometimes, you just need to a release.”
Alex raised his hand for a high-five to me. “In a store! Nice!” I leaned over the table to reach his hand and he stared down at my breasts, hanging in my blouse.
I caught his eye and he winked.
“We were caught in a parking garage once,” Justine laughed. “I was looking out side window, well,” she looked at Alex, “we were both looking out the side window and the police came up behind us.”
“They tapped on the glass,” Alex laughed, “and he is looking at my ass, you know, I am going into Justine.”
I pictured Alex, his strong body, naked and plunging into Justine from behind. Another little thrill of excitement went through me.
“Exhibitionists!” Thomas laughed and finished off another glass of wine. “Sex in public!” His face was rosy red and I could tell he was horny, right at the sweet spot before he gets too drunk to capitalize on what he wants. His hand moved up my thigh, but his eyes were on Justine.
“Yes,” Alex thought for a moment, “there is something about being watched.” He looked at his wife and smiled.
Justine leaned forward and kissed him lightly, but it quickly became deeper.
Instinctively, Thomas’ fingers moved up my thigh. His excitement matching the long kiss the two shared.
I watched too. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was because they were so much like us, but it was impossible to turn away.
Alex pulled his wife in closer and his tongue explored her lips. It was like neither of us was present there.
Thomas looked at me with a lascivious grin and waggled his eyebrows. I turned and met his lips.
Our kissing quickly mimicked theirs and suddenly we were two couples isolated on either side of the table, almost a mirror image of drunken passion.
Alex’s hand wandered his wife’s breast and he squeezed and I slipped my hand up Thomas’ thigh until I found the stiff bulge I knew would be waiting for me.
Thomas moaned slightly and I saw him glance at what was happening across the table. It was thrilling, watching him watch them – a voyeur’s dream really.
He bit my lower lip playfully and I met his gaze. We were technically at a bit of standstill really, a stalemate. Both couples perched on opposite sides of the table, both making out and petting each other, but what would happen next? Could we really go further?
Thomas liked to watch. Our porn collection, on his laptop and mine, were both filled with PoV’s and menage a trois. I can’t tell you the number of times we have turned one on and fucked each other senseless.
I liked it just as much as he did. There is nothing better than watching some stud bang away at some little vixen who’s begging for it. What? It makes me wet.
I swilled the last bit of wine in my glass and stood up. Thomas looked at me curiously but I turned to catch Alex’s eye roaming across my curves. I gave him a wry look – there’s nothing hotter than being wanted.
Stepping around the end of the kitchen table, I laid my hands on Justine’s shoulders. I don’t know what came over me or what I was thinking, I was just…kind of lost in the thrill of it and, until someone brought me back to earth, I figured I would go with it.
Justine sighed a bit as I dug my fingers into her shoulder muscles and ran my thumbs along her neck. Thomas stared at me, my neckline and cleavage, the curve of my ass, and I could see him getting even more turned on.
Looking down at Alex, I saw Justine’s hand in his lap massaging his bulge the way I had been working Thomas’s. I pulled her long, blonde hair back into a ponytail and leaned down toward her neck.
Alex’s eyes grew wide when I ran my tongue along the curve of his wife’s neck. Justine shivered and moaned softly, her lips on her husbands’.
I glanced at Thomas who didn’t know where to look. His eyes moved back and forth between the three of us – Alex and Justine kissing, his hand on her breast, and my lips against her neck. I could smell Alex’s cologne and taste the salt on Justine’s skin. My insides were on fire, my pussy drenched my panties.
Of all the crazy sex I had in my life, with Thomas and everyone before him, nothing had been as hot as this. I reached down and covered Alex’s hand, the one that was gripping Justine’s breast, with my own.
Alex opened his eyes and stared at me before letting go of his wife’s tit.
I slipped my fingers around the neckline of her blouse and unbuttoned the three lazy buttons along the front. The fabric fell open and slowly I lifted it over her head. Alex and Justine both stared up at me, but once the fabric was clear of Justine’s hair, I leaned down and kissed her myself.
Alex leaned back a bit and made room for our kisses. Justine’s lips were hot and she wasted no time sliding her eager little tongue into my mouth.
Standing behind her, kissing her almost upside down, I unclasped her bra, and slipped the straps over her shoulders. She shrugged the thin fabric free and her breasts fell into the open. They were bigger than mine, heavier with dark pink nipples that stiffened in the air conditioning.
Alex reached up and gripped both. “Amore,” he whispered and Justine turned to her husband like an obedient child.
I stepped back and pulled my blouse over my head while I stared at Thomas with a smile.
Alex shifted in his seat and I looked down to see Justine unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down.
I couldn’t look away. I watched as the denim moved and then Justine pulled the fabric of Alex’s boxers back and let his cock spring up, free from the fabric’s restraint. He was big, almost as big as Thomas, and uncircumcised which I found fascinating.
Alex smiled when our eyes met and he stood proudly.
“Oh,” Thomas looked away from Justine’s breasts for a moment and stared at Alex’s package. “Nice,” he muttered and looked at me – pure, wanton lust in his eyes. We were going to fuck, him and I, and it was going to be rough. I knew it like I knew the sun was going to rise, the only question was when.
Justine wrapped both hands around the base of her husband’s cock and slowly slipped him between her lips. Alex stared at my breasts while Thomas intently watched Justine’s performance until I placed my hand on the back of Justine’s head and slowly pushed her husband’s cock deeper into her mouth.
That did it. Thomas couldn’t take it anymore. He walked over to me and pulled me into his embrace. He pressed his hips into the curve between my legs until the bulge in his pants pressed through my skirt and against my clit.
I moaned and glanced at Alex as he watched us, his wife slowly, methodically sucking his cock. I imagined it was me, wondered what the length of him would feel like laid on my tongue.
Thomas yanked my dress up around my hips and spun me toward the table. I placed both hands on the smooth wood and spread my legs. Good, we both get to watch.
His thick fingers unclasped my bra and the fabric slid down to my wrists. I smiled at Alex as he placed a hand on Justine’s head and bit his lower lip, his eyes glued to my chest.
I heard Thomas’ belt buckle, the metal on metal and took a deep breath knowing that I would soon feel his fingers spread my pussy lips and then his cock press into me.
It’s my favorite feeling. The initial stretch of my pussy, the way it spreads and then closes around Thomas’s circumcised head. It’s why I was curious about Alex, the smooth shaft of his cock, slipping back and forth as he fucked Justine’s mouth – what would that feel like?
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Thomas staring at Justine’s lips and I knew he was imagining it, her mouth wrapped around his bigger, thicker cock. It was coming, it was just a matter of time, first we were going to play nice, use each other for visual stimulation.
Thomas spread my pussy and then directed the thick head of his cock to my willing darkness. He set himself and then pressed forward, grabbing my hips, and pushing for home.
Pain stung through me, but I watched Alex begin fucking his wife’s mouth and couldn’t help myself. I did want it rough. I pressed backward, wriggling my hips in Thomas’ grip, driving him deep inside me.
Watching Alex’s face go stiff and his mouth open pushed me over the edge. I met Thomas’ thrust and felt the first hot waves of pleasure vibrate through me.
“Yes,” Justine moaned and pulled back from her husband’s orgasm, yanking his cream onto her tongue and letting it splatter on the smooth curves of her breasts. She looked at me and then back at Thomas with a smile on her face.
I wondered what it would be like to watch him fuck her. To watch her breasts bounce back and forth as he thrust into her. I knew she would love it. I knew she had been thinking about since she had sat down at our table. And there was something hot about that, something primal about the ability to share what was mine.
But I would take Alex for myself.
I started to moan when Thomas dug his fingers into my hips and started to fuck me in earnest. It was one thing I loved about him, he always knew when I wanted to be fucked, when I wanted reckless abandon, when I wanted his swollen cock so fast, deep, and hard that I could barely breathe.
I stared down at the cum on Justine’s breasts and wondered what it would taste like.
Justine glanced at her husband’s semi-hard penis and then back at Thomas banging away behind me, before she grinned and stood up. The two looked at each other, speaking without a word, and then Justine moved toward the table.
She moved the wineglasses out of the way and crawled onto the tabletop, languidly, moving her body for Thomas’ eyes before rolling onto her back a foot from me. She glanced at me and then at the swollen, glistening pussy between her legs. “Care to cum together?” Her eyes flickered back and forth between us.
I wonder how she tastes. I wonder how fast I can make her cum. I looked at Alex as I nodded and bit my lip, my body bouncing back and forth on Thomas’ pole. (God, I love to be fucked by a thoroughbred.)
Justine seemed to slither toward me, her knees spread, her pussy glistening and ready.
I dipped my head and slid my tongue through her nectar and she almost screamed in pleasure.
The sound was enough for Thomas. Fucking me from behind while I buried my tongue in another man’s wife’s quim brought him to climax. He moaned. I felt his cock swell and then the hot jets of cum splash somewhere around my belly button.
Another orgasm broke across me and I took a couple of deep breaths before slipping my tongue from the base of Justine’s cunt to the hardened nub of her clit. Her thighs shivered and her breath caught.
Thomas pulled out and pressed back inside of me emptying his seed into me and I shivered all over like I was standing in a snowstorm without a jacket. I love that feeling, when an orgasm breaks across you and every nerve tingles.
Alex wrapped a hand around his cock as it started to come back to life and I smiled up at him from between his wife’s thighs. I was going to be his next, but not before his wife came in my mouth.
I scraped my tongue along her quim and her thighs closed in on either side of my head. We locked eyes as I dipped my tongue into her and pressed as far as I could.
“Fuck,” Justine curled up and put a hand on the back of my head. “I’m going to cum, don’t stop.” She fucked her hips into my mouth, and I held my tongue stiff for her to fuck. She tasted like honey, warm, sweet, honey every time my tongue dipped into her wet glory.
Her thighs twitched on either side of my head and Justine threw her head back and ground into my lips like her ecstasy was all that mattered.
I kept my tongue riding over, flicking along her clit after I gave it’s width to her hip’s thrusting.
Justine backed away and then leaned forward and kissed me. Her tongue swirled around my lips as she lapped at her own juices, but all I could think about was Alex.
I slipped from the table and my knees were weak. My body tingled everywhere. I giggled like a drunk girl.
Thomas ran his hand along the curves of my ass as he moved around the table to where Justine lay recovering. She smiled and got to her knees as he moved toward her. “How do you want me?”
The tone of her question thrilled me. I stepped toward Alex, whose turgid member was already erect and leaking precum. I reached forward and gripped his length as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He pulled me close and I felt his strength. I love the power of a man, the way it feels to be held by someone stronger.
I eagerly stroked his cock, lubricating him with his own anxiousness and kissing him eagerly.
His mouth was hot and his tongue was thick and strong. I wondered what it would feel like licking my cunt. I moved back to the table, sat down, and spread my legs, giving him full view of me.
Alex dropped to his knees between my thighs. “It’s beautiful,” he kissed me and then lowered his face to my quim.
I heard Justine moan and looked over my shoulder. We were back to back, Justine and I, and Thomas held her thighs as he pressed his length into her.
Alex’s face was rough on my thighs, but he ate pussy like a pro. His thick tongue was already lapping at my juices while one finger was buried in my cooze and pressing some invisible spot that sent explosions of light behind my eyes.
I slipped my fingers through his dark curls and ground my clit against his tongue racing toward another orgasm.
Leaning back against Justine, the orgasm overtook me. I fucked my cunt against Alex’s mouth and closed my eyes. I could barely breathe.
He let me catch my breath before he stood up, the glans of his cock glistening and pink. He put his hands behind my knees and pulled me back to the edge of the table.
I could see the hunger in his eyes. I spread my knees wide as he lined himself up. “I’m going to milk your cock dry,” I whispered as he began to slide inside of me.
“I hope so,” he groaned and buried his cock deep inside me.
I felt Justine’s body moving behind me, a gentle reverberation every time Thomas slammed his cock into her. Her moans were sprinkled with expletives. “Oh fuck, yes, fuck. Oh, fuck me.” She cried out.
I wrapped my arms around her husband’s neck and brought my lips close to his ear. “You like that, don’t you?”
He pulled his cock out to the very edge of me and then slid back in.
“You like the way Thomas is fucking her, don’t you?” I nibbled on his earlobe.
His pace quickened and he grabbed the curves of my ass for leverage.
“Yes,” I shifted my hips so that my pussy squeezed against him. “Oh, you feel so good, so big. Fuck me, Alex.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” Justine panted the words. “I’m cumming.”
I heard Thomas moan softly and knew he was getting close.
Meanwhile, Alex was just starting to build toward his second orgasm. I pulled my body back and leaned against my elbows so he could stare at my tits and Justine’s head was next to mine.
She turned and I kissed her lips. Another storm of ecstasy was building somewhere deep inside of me. The room smelled of sex and I watched Alex’s long, think rod slam in and out of my grateful pussy.
Justine climbed onto the table like a cat, leaned down, and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. I couldn’t believe the sensations that tingled through me.
Leaning my head back, I saw Thomas slide into Justine from behind. He winked at me and said to Alex, “Let us cum, Alex ... you inside my wife and I inside yours.”
Both Justine and I grunted as our husbands shot their loads.
THE END
