It was almost 11:30 when the phone rang. The sound of it going off made me jump. I'm not normally like that, however, my nerves were on end, especially with what Julie and I had planned.
I unclipped the earring I had especially put on only a short while earlier. I then lifted the receiver and slowly drew it up to my right ear. ‘Yes,' I said, my mouth quite dry.
"It's Julie," the voice on the other end intoned.
"Look, I'm sorry, Elaine, I can't make it," she informed me.
"What's wrong," I said, my tone almost frantic.
"Nothing. I just...just tell them I couldn't make it or something." And then the phone went dead.
After that, and with barely 30 minutes until ‘they' were due to call, I needed a drink. A long stiff one. I poured a bourbon into a glass and added some water from a mineral bottle. ‘And to think, I went to all the trouble of having a bath, doing my hair and getting dressed in my best clothes, lingerie as well, and for what. Damn you, Julie,' I cursed, and took a long swig. It hit the spot, immediately, setting off a warm glow inside me. There was still the problem of what to tell our expected guests; my expected guests as it would be. I knocked back the remainder of my drink and poured another before returning to the sofa.
Julie and I are in our 30's and both married. I met her at a summer fete and we soon became close friends. Over afternoon coffee, we discovered that we had similar tedious lives and just as boring husbands. It turned out that her husband was even less active and imaginative in bed than mine. What surprised me about her, though, was her openness. Julie confessed to a brief affair a long time ago. All the same, I listened enthralled when she told me some of the things they would do together.
I suppose, in a way, I idolised her for being gutsy enough to take a lover, a young one at that, if only for a short while. I could never contemplate doing that. I wouldn't know where to begin. Julie, on the other hand, did, and that is why I was sat on my sofa, a second drink in hand as I waited for our dates to arrive.
"You need to live a little, Elaine, enjoy life rather than let it pass you by," she said, encouragingly.
"I suppose you're right, but -" I started to say.
"No buts, just be positive. Men, young ones, especially, they're more aware of a woman's body. I didn't have to show Eric where my clitoris was, he went straight to it. He had me doing things beyond what I thought I was capable of; multiple orgasms for one," she enthralled, while I barely had any.
I left it with Julie, my new best friend, and then three afternoons later she had this big beaming smile on her face when I opened the door for her. In she marched, bold as brass. Something was different, something had her excited, but she wasn't ready to tell.
I made us coffee and she sat on a chair by the breakfast table. Julie sat upright, a clear sign she was in good spirits.
"You look cheerful," I intoned, as I set down our mugs on the table.
No sooner was I comfortably sat down, than Julie reached inside her jacket pocket and took out a piece of paper, one that had printed writing on it. She then placed it on my side of the table and moved her hand towards the coffee mug. I stared at it in wonder for a brief few moments before picking it up.
At first, I unfolded it. Judging by what I read, it was part of a page from a paper; the personal section.
"What do you think," she enthralled, wanting to see my reaction.
"You haven't put an advert in it," I exclaimed, shocked at the very thought.
"No, silly. The first one, see," Julie intoned, her voice quite buoyed.
I directed my eyes to the first advert and read: ‘Two young business executives seek bored housewives for mutual daytime fun. Discretion assured. NSA.'
"What does NSA mean?" I thought allowed, as I continued to read the advert.
"No Strings Attached," was Julie's quick reply. "They're either married or single, travelling around and looking for the same as us; the same as you, Elaine. Anyway -"
"What, anyway?" I was quick to enquire, as I sat up.
"Look, Elaine, opportunities like this one don't come around that often. You have to seize the moment. I called the number and they've agreed to meet us."
"What!" I exclaimed, shocked at her forwardness.
"It's okay, just a drink at a bar in the next town. Get to know them, see how you feel. Me, I'm up for it," she enthused. And that was more or less it. The start of what was supposed to be an afternoon of shared intimacy, only now I would have to face Malcolm and David again, this time alone and tell them it was off.
Malcolm, when we met them the previous Wednesday, he was so young and considerate. We made out in a booth and I suddenly felt young again. He left me wanting and this morning, as I got dressed, I was so wanting to feel him inside me, feel his tongue where only his fingers had thus far been then his hard cock. He kept it covered throughout. As Julie had mentioned, he knew how to pleasure a woman and for the first time in years, a man made me cum with just his fingers.
"Until next week, then," they said, as we parted.
"Yes, next week," I crooned, and then watched them get into David's car and drive off.
"Well! What do you think?" Julie intoned.
"My legs feel like jelly," I enthralled, while my clit seemed to purr from the afterglow of two orgasms. Yes, multiple orgasms. I didn't know I had it in me; not until then.
"Are we really going to do this!" I exclaimed.
"Look at you," Julie intoned. Clearly, I was a changed woman, aglow even.
Any further thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a bell. At first, I thought it was the phone only to notice the single ring. My heart leapt into my throat and I swallowed. I was still holding my drink, untouched. I took a quick gulp and went to great my guests. They were quite punctual.
Smiling as best I knew how to, I took them into the lounge and explained Julie's absence. They each had a gift. Malcolm produced a bottle of whiskey and asked me for some glasses. When I returned with them from the kitchen, I noticed that the radio was on and playing some mood music.
"This...this is my first time with another man. I don't know what," I said. The only thing I suppose I really knew was how much I wanted Malcolm. Would his friend be content to sit out while I had NSA sex.
Just then, it suddenly dawned on me what it meant, for me, anyway. I dare say, if Julie was here we might end up sharing them, No Strings Attached. More than ever, I was determined to have some fun, live, not just a little but a lot.
I took a drink. The taste was like fire, a warm burning sensation that lit up my body all the more. If I was being truthful, I was tipsy by then.
I took Malcolm's hand and pulled him to the middle of the room. Our arms embraced and my lips met his. I felt the warmth of his desire for me press against my body as we shuffled around, slow and out of beat with the song that was playing. We were in our own world and for me that was all that mattered.
I felt his warm wet tongue tantalizingly in my mouth as he clutched my backside and held me close. His hard-on seemed to burn the fabric of my short dress and I moaned, lustfully, as it throbbed against the cleft of my sex, which had become noticeably wetter.
When the tune ended and Malcolm released his embrace, I suddenly felt an emptiness, only for David to have suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere. I smiled and welcomed his hands around me and then his lips moved towards mine. Far from being hesitant, I accepted the situation as it had been presented to me. I was more determined to fuck them both. To revel in the pleasure of multiple orgasms, God knows I was entitled to them.
As we continued to dance, his lips and tongue caressed my neck in a delightful fashion and at one point he gave my tits a quick squeeze. They continued dancing with me alternately, getting me quite worked up and wet for them.
Eventually, David pulled me onto his lap where he was sat on the settee. He kissed me and I sucked the tongue that probed my mouth. My dress was pushed up and I was electrified to feel Malcolm's lips on my bare thighs.
I was stunned but thrilled when I felt a hand inside my panties and I didn't know whose fingers were stroking my cunt so delicately. I guessed the fingers belonged to David, because Malcolm proceeded to pull my panties down and off. David's fingers slid in and out of my cunt while I felt Malcolm's tongue licking higher and higher up my inner thigh, tasting those of my cunt juices that had trailed down them.
"Yes, more," I cried out, encouragingly, then.
"Open wide, Elaine," David whispered.
Removing his fingers, he drew them, wet with my juice, to his nose. Meanwhile, I could feel his friend's face between my thighs but was startled, nonetheless, when his tongue licked along the lips of my cunt. It was extremely pleasant. So while David busily removed my dress and bra, I bathed in the exquisite feeling caused by Malcolm's mouth licking and sucking away between my thighs.
After I had cum for them, they allowed me the time to regain my composure while the men paused for a drink and got undressed at their leisure. I lay on the settee in disbelief at, not just the situation I found myself in but the girth of David's cock. Aside from the fact that each man's cock was firm and beautiful, it was quite thick, I noticed, as I stared at them.
Moments later, I was knelt up on all fours for them, Malcolm was stood at the end of the settee. I needed no invitation, and soon I was licking his warm firm cock, willing for anything after the gorgeous way his tongue had worked on me. As I licked the end of Malcolm's dick, I was pleasurably aware of David knelt behind me. His virulent tongue licked the inside of my thighs. Not long after, my horny wet cunt was being licked in a most divine way, but this time I had a cock to suck and gorge on.
"Let's have you comfortable. The bedroom," Malcolm said.
"It's..." I began, my mind regarding it as my marital bed. Only to realise...!
"Upstairs, follow me," I intoned, a hand around each man's warm firm cock as I lead them to the stairs.
Presently we were in my bedroom. I was still holding their lovely warm dicks when Malcolm suddenly exclaimed, "That's damn sexy."
"What," I said, having stopped. Clearly, he had noticed something.
"That," David said, pointing to my wardrobe.
I cast a glance to my left. There, reflected in the mirrored doors of my wardrobe, was an erotic image of a woman wearing a black suspender belt and black lace top stockings. She was casually stroking a pair of cocks, each one attached to a man much younger than herself. I smiled and she smiled back. I then watched as she brought one of the men around so that she was fully facing the mirror. With one of them on each side, I followed her as she knelt down. Her arms were bent as she stroked each warm firm cock, revelling in the reflection soon after when she licked around the domed head of the one to her right (David's) before smooching it with her cherry red lips.
With her head turned towards the other one, she slathered the puffy glans of his knob for some pleasurable moments and then proceeded to slide her tongue down and up his shaft as she cupped his balls and lightly massaged them. That caused him to emit a groan and soon she was sucking the head into her warm wet mouth.
Barely taking my eyes from her I slid my lips all the way down my chosen partner's cock. I gagged, reflexively, when I felt the warm throbbing head brush against the opening of my throat. I had never deep throated a guy before, however, I was determined to try as I continued sucking on Malcolm's cock, relishing how it felt in my warm mouth as I stroked his friend's much thicker shaft.
Eventually, I stopped stroking them. I took a deep breath and the next thing was, the warm fleshy head of Malcolm's cock was in my throat. I managed to fight off the small gagging effect I felt and breathed slowly. Moments later, I had my lips fully pressed against his groin and his swollen cockhead lodged in my throat.
"Huh," I gasped, having pulled myself back and from him. I marvelled at my accomplishment as saliva dripped from my lower lip and that of Malcolm's proud shaft. I licked it up rather than let it waste and soon had my head turned towards David.
Understandably, he was too big for my throat and so I contented myself with licking and sucking him. Even then, I had to stretch my lips to fully consume his girth.
"You okay with both of us," Malcolm said, when I finally had them on my marital bed.
"Just try and stop me," I intoned, revelling in their combined attention, which continued with me led on the bed with Malcolm between my legs licking along my thighs and tasting my escaped juices while David kissed and licked one of my tits and then licked and sucked the firmed up nipple before moving to the other one.
"Yes, more," I cried out my pleasure, when, with my legs up and open, Malcolm slowly slithered his warm wet tongue up the length of my wet crease, flicking my clit, which he held exposed with fingers of his left hand.
"Yes, again," I beseeched him, as the fire inside my core intensified.
Soon, he had his tongue inside me. My nipple was being sucked so divinely while David rolled the other one. I couldn't help myself. "Make me cum, make me cum," I urged them.
My hand, which had been resting on Malcolm's head, had tightened in his hair. When I came, I held him to me as I bucked and thrust my hips up at him. I was fucking his tongue uncontrollably as it darted in and out under our combined actions.
"Oh God, yes, more, I'm cumming," I cried out, and moments later, after one final telling thrust, I slumped onto the bed.
"Sorry, I just..." I felt the need to apologise.
"That's okay. So long as you enjoyed it."
"God, you can say that again," I sighed a relief. "But now, I want you inside me. I want to feel your hard cock fucking me while I get a taste of David," I crooned.
They were certainly inventive. I found myself on top of Malcolm. No straight to missionary position for him. He even held either side of my waist as he slowly guided me up and down his long firm cock while I sucked down and along David's meaty length, which I found myself accommodating with greater ease.
"Hurmn, urmn," I moaned like a slut, as Malcolm's cock did wonders to my cunt and cervix. Whenever I thrust down on him, the head, so deep inside me as it was, glided over my sweet spot, brushing against my g spot. That set off newer sensations and soon I was cumming for him.
I fucked myself harder on him after that and presently felt a warm glow when Malcolm released his warm sticky cum deep inside my pussy. With my husband due home that evening, I was past caring, my body was still being carried away on a slowly rolling wave of euphoric bliss.
I rolled off him, my cunt was awash with Malcolm's spent semen. He smiled and left me with David while he went to fetch the whisky and glasses.
"God, you're so big, David," I said, fearing he might otherwise split me asunder. All the same, I was determined to try, helped by Malcolm's contributive lubricant, his warm spunk, which seemed to pool inside me.
I grabbed David and lay him down on his back. His dick stood up like a tree stump; ominous to say the least. ‘God, was I really going to do this. He's so huge,' I remarked to myself, as I stared down at him; at it.
I straddled David and poised myself above his hot throbbing dick. I eased down slowly, wanting to savour the moment when I felt the domed head of his cock touch my inflamed cunt lips, each one engorged with blood from the pleasured attention they had thus far given me.
David started to thrust up. I drew myself up and said, "Lay still, David, let me do this, it will be all the more enjoyable, for both of us." David laid still and I eased back down again. As my dripping wet pussy touched his thick dick, I paused for a moment. "Lay still," I whispered.
I slowly eased down a bit more. I felt the lips of my pussy spread as the thick shaft began to slowly penetrate me. When the head was almost fully inside my needy cunt, I paused again and moved down just a fraction before the final thrust. I groaned as I eased down more.
I was long past the point of no return and eased down further. I'm pretty sure I emitted a cry as the full length of David's thick rampant dick filled my hole from top to bottom.
I sat vertically above David, just enjoying the incredible sensation of fullness in my pussy. Rarely does my husband make me cum, while this position and what David's cock was doing to me was something else - unique, almost.
I leant back a bit and then forward, just enjoying the sensation of that thick stump inside my pussy. I slowly eased up and then down again and then continued only faster. David started to thrust himself against me when I slammed down on him. He hit against my swollen clit each time. It was heavenly, but I wanted more.
David held me tight and rolled us over with his dick still inside me. He raised my black stocking clad legs and put them on his shoulders and rammed his fuck pole deep into my horny wet cunt - hard!
Oh, my God. He rammed me again and again, my pussy strained to contain the sheer volume of flesh that was being pounded into it, while his balls slapped my ass with each powerful thrust of his hips.
I felt tremors building inside me. They seemed to intensify with each successive thrust of David's firm cock monster deep into my straining pussy. They became larger and deeper and I felt the muscles in my pussy begin to spasm.
My clit and pussy felt as if they were on fire. David increased his pace. Sweat broke out on his face and his breathing became ragged as he thrust faster and faster. He was straining towards his own climax when I felt my damn burst. I was swept away on a momentous tidal wave. My muscles, ones I never knew I had, suddenly spasmed as I felt an intensity of sensations, unlike anything I had ever felt before.
David groaned and I felt him shudder as an almost endless wave of warm cum erupted deep inside me. I screamed something as a second load of cum filled my well-fucked pussy.
David stopped thrusting and slumped over me for a while until his breathing returned to normal. He kissed me and then slowly withdrew his dick from my very wet cum-filled pussy.
"Wow! Look at you. You're aglow," Malcolm extolled from the side of the bed, and then handed me one of the glasses from a tray.
"You've spunked two lovely loads inside me, guys. My husband will be home later," I told them, smiling contentedly as I took the offered glass and then a sip.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Malcolm holding something that was in a fancy wrapper. I recalled they had made mention of a present for us; the whisky being mine.
"I take it that was for Julie," I intoned. "She's not here," I reminded them, as I handed my glass to Malcolm, and invited him to sit on the bed the other side of me.
David then took it from him. As he handed it to me, he said, "Are you sure."
I smiled confidently as I accepted it from him and thanked him. A bit prematurely, in fact, when, having unwrapped it, I noticed a butt plug. Julie had been the one to reply to the advert. I remember one of the things she mentioned doing with her lover was anal sex. I realised why she had called and backed out of the meeting.
"I, I've never done anal, guys. Sorry," I told them. "David's so, gulp, big," I said, he being the one expecting it, only from Julie.
"That's okay. It's for next time," Malcolm assured me, and then went onto to explain that, using the flavoured oil, which David had considerately included, I simply inserted it ahead of time and it would make me more relaxed.
"I'll think about, guys," I said, doing my best to be positive. The last thing I wanted was to miss out on more mornings of unadulterated pleasure from them.
"In the meantime, your dicks are nice and hard," I pointed out, and soon I was knelt on all fours for them, getting my mouth fucked by David while Malcolm, my chosen partner for the morning, slammed his warm firm length deep inside my horny wet cunt. He even gave me a foretaste of what they had in mind for their next visit, when his thumb, coated with some of the oil, pressed against my puckered asshole and then slid effortlessly inside. That got me all the more hot and wet, and I came with a most blistering climax.
"I'm beat, guys, you've practically worn me out," I said, as I withdrew myself from Malcolm.
I then had them follow me back to my wardrobe. I knelt down again and this time I stroked and sucked them. Eventually, they showered my lips and upper body with a torrent of their creamy cum, which I smeared over my pulsating tits and body.
"Thank you," I said afterwards.
That was the first of several afternoons so far with Malcolm and David. Julie was none the wiser, while I told her they hadn't turned up either when I met her for coffee the following day.
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