Story outline: Having inadvertently overheard a plethora of flattering comments made between her husband and his card playing buddies, the next time they were over, Sarah did more than just confront them about their erotic intimations.
Every Wednesday, my husband, Mark, and his close pals, Isaac and Rick, get together and play cards, a sort of boy's night, while their partners and I have a girls night together, which can be going to the cinema if there's a good chick flick or comedy playing, having a meal at a restaurant or talking amongst ourselves over drinks at a wine bar.
Almost a month ago, it was Mark's turn to host the card game. As usual, I was dressed up for an evening with the girls and had chosen a red number that hung off my left shoulder. The bodice clung tight and pushed up my shapely breasts, which threatened to spill out, while the skirt encased my long lithe legs all the way down to just above my shins. Because of its fit, basic underwear was out of the question. All the same, I wore a pair of black hold ups with black slingbacks.
I made my way to the lounge to say goodbye and wish Mark well for the game. Over the previous few weeks, he had been on a winning streak. The reward for me, when I returned home after my evening and night out with the girls, was some great sex. As soon as I entered the room, I received a cheer and whistle from Isaac and Rick, who added, "Your wife's hot, Mark!"
"Hey, that's my wife you're talking about," he said, jokingly, and then turned his head to see. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets as he gazed at me, while he was clearly speechless at what I was wearing. It was Mark who bought me the dress and so I saw little harm in wearing it.
"Sounds like Mark doesn't compliment you enough, Sarah," Isaac said, in a rich bass voice indicative of his black roots.
"I do so," Mark rejoined.
"He does, guys, that's why I love him so," I said, supportively, ‘just not that often,' I thought to myself, having moved closer to my husband.
"Anyway, I'm off to meet up with the girls, now. Win a lot of money and, you know," I said, suggestively, and for his friend's benefit also.
"Hello," Rick said, adding a knowing wink, one I found myself returning along with a warm smile just before I, with my right arm around Mark's neck, lowered my head to kiss his cheek. When I did, I felt his left hand slide up the vent come slit at the back of the skirt and brush my naked ass.
"I intend to clean these suckers out," he said, confidently, before giving my cheeks a playful slap and taking his hand away.
"Bye, guys," I said, looking back at them as I left the room while giving them a peek at my lower naked legs from the slit.
As I climbed into my car, looking forward to the film we had decided upon, when I drew up my dress to swing my legs in, I caught one of my hold ups on something. ‘Damn,' I exclaimed to myself, and felt to see how bad it was. There was a hole and no doubt a ladder. I wouldn't class myself as a vain person, but being a woman, and with the time it took to get ready, everything has to be just right. There was nothing else for it. I needed to change my nylons.
I quietly went inside and closed the front door and just as quietly made my way upstairs. Going to the draw with my underwear in it, I took out a new pair of hold ups, one of three I noticed and made a conscious note to myself to buy some more; a girl can't have too many nylons.
In addition to a black seam running all the way down the back, thereby giving the appearance that they were stockings, they had a broad lace top to them. Although Mark had urged me to wear stockings and suspenders shortly after we were married, I met him halfway and ditched the pantyhose my mom bought me; not one bit sexy and I was certainly that.
Presently changed, I tiptoed downstairs. I could hear the sound of Mark and his friends talking amongst themselves through the crack in the door, only to hear my name mentioned. My ears pricked up instantly. One of the things we girls talk about, especially after we have downed a few drinks, is sex and not always about our partner. Having heard my name mentioned, curiosity got the better of me and I just had to hear what they were saying.
"You're so damn lucky to have a woman like Sarah," Rick said, as I listened from outside.
"She's fucking hot as hell, man," Isaac added his compliment, which was how I took it. As I stood there listening, though, I felt a sudden warmth between my thighs, only to get all the more so when Mark suddenly said: "I would love to see her take on a bunch of guys."
We shared our fantasies in bed. It got us, me, in particular, all the more aroused. But to hear him share one of his fantasies with his card playing buddies made me suddenly wet. With no panties on, not that I wore them, that's just the general term, I closed my legs tightly so that my sudden wetness didn't trickle down my thighs, or, heaven forbid, stain the front of my dress when I was sat down in my car, which I quickly and quietly made my way to before I heard any more erotic comments about what they would like to do to me.
Just before I got inside and with the door open in readiness, I took a tissue from my handbag and quickly wiped my silky smooth mound. As a precaution, I drew my dress up at the front. I let out a low gasp, more of a sigh, when my round naked buttocks, which Mark had slapped so fondly, rested on the leather upholstery of the seat.
After the film, which was around 90 minutes long, we went to our usual wine bar. As we talked, I couldn't help but imagine Jenny's partner, Isaac, fucking me with his big black dick. Something she was only too willing to express about him.
Like me, Jenny and Clair, Rick's wife, were white. I had never had the experience of a black cock and from what she had told us, the legend was true. Not only that, but she had told me, in confidence, that they occasionally have a ménage; a threesome and with a second black guy. That, and what I had earlier overheard, got me wondering and also got me wet. I had to get up a couple of times to go to the ladies room and wipe my pussy mound.
That night in bed with Mark, I made him make good on his comments, not letting on that I had heard them as he fucked me senseless and I rode his cock with a passion and animal zeal that not even I knew I had in me.
I was sweating and gasping after my fourth orgasm as I lay on the bed beside him. "Wow! That, that was the best ever," he commended my performance. I gazed up into his eyes and immediately knew I just had to fulfil his fantasy as I saw it.
"You were fucking awesome yourself, lover," I intoned, before getting up and going to the bathroom. I wiped the sweat from me with a towel as I sat on the toilet and pushed two loads of Mark's cum from my well-fucked pussy. ‘I wonder if I'll be doing that in a few weeks time with Rick's and Isaac's,' I had a sudden thought.
The next two weeks seemed to drag by while I did my utmost best not to think about what I had a mind to do come the third Wednesday. Although Mark's winning streak had ended, the sex was nonetheless just as hot; I was hot and horny and so he was just what I needed to get me through.
I wanted everything to be perfect for the evening when he hosted the boy's night. I wanted to be extra horny so that I didn't suddenly back down at the last minute from nerves, although they were to be expected. I had no idea how they would react, least of all Mark, even though he had mentioned it to them. I avoided his weekend sex expectations and simply gave him a blow job while imaging I was sucking Isaac's black cock. He seemed puzzled by my sudden change in demeanour while my Wednesday one would surely blow his mind, that's for sure.
Before they arrived, I took a long bubble bath. Earlier in the day, I went and had my hair done especially for them. My shoulder-length black hair was full of bounce as would be my shapely round 38C tits when I rode their cocks. Would I be gangbanged, would I be taken two at a time, sucking on one cock while another slammed itself deep inside the folds of my warm wet pussy; my cunt. Such a deliciously naughty word, ‘cunt', and I was set on getting mine filled by each of them, they were certainly good for at least two loads each according to Jenny and Clair.
When I went to say my goodbyes, I had on a black cocktail dress and shoes.
"Sexy as ever, Sarah," Rick chuckled. ‘Emn, you don't know the half of it,' I said to myself, while Mark let his comment pass before turning to see.
Not wanting to be outdone, he said I looked ravishing, which was most welcome of him while having no idea just how telling his comment would be. I was certainly looking forward to being ravished by all three of them before long.
Having kissed my husband's cheek, as usual, I urged him to take them for the shirts on their backs. I then stood up, gave Isaac and Rick a wink and pushed my tongue against my left cheek, mimicking sucking cock, before turning and leaving them to get on with their game; for the moment, anyway. Soon I would have a different game for them to play and it wasn't strip poker.
"Bye, guys," I trilled, as I left the room, closing the door almost to behind me. I then opened and closed the front door while remaining inside. I removed my shoes and quietly made my way upstairs to our bedroom. Having removed my dress and the damp thong I was wearing, I applied a hint of ‘Floral' scent to my pussy mound, my nice clean asshole, which Mark loves to lick, and between the valley of my shapely tits. I then went to my underwear draw and took out a black g-string, which I slipped my feet into and drew up my long lithe legs. Before putting on the sheer, almost transparent, dark brown robe I had picked out for the evening, I swiped some of my ‘passion red' no smear lipstick over each lip.
Looking at myself in the mirror afterwards, I couldn't help but notice that my areolas were darker than usual, although that could be the robe. Either way, I looked sexy and hot, a temptress, a slut, even. ‘Yes, very much that,' with what I had in mind. I'd called the girls shortly after their partners had arrived. I told them I wasn't feeling too good and said that I would see them the following week.
I took a deep breath and made the short walk along the landing. From there, step by slow step, despite the excitement and adrenalin that was coursing through my veins, I made my way downstairs and stood outside the lounge door.
Their comments excited me, making me all the more horny, wet and confident. I took one more deep long breath and subsequently released it. ‘Go time,' I urged myself, and flung the door open.
I took a pace forward and, with my feet wide apart and a hand resting on either side of the doorframe, my elbows bent, just stood there and waited. Mark had his back to me, and only heard Isaac's response. "Fuck me!"
Rick was more laid back, though. "Oh my God. You wanna see this, Mark. Your wife, she's so damn hot, man."
As he turned to see, I readied myself for the worst. What was I thinking, flaunting myself so provocatively in front of his friends and as good as naked; the robe hanging from my shoulders and cresting over my nipples, leaving almost half of each one on display.
"Sa...Sarah, what," he said, before making a gulping sound.
"I overheard your comments last time," I informed him, lowering my hands to place on my hips with the lower part of the robe behind each arm as I slowly swaggered towards him, one patent black high-heel shoe placed purposefully in front of the other. From either side, Isaac's and Rick's tongue drooled as they each took in my radiant sexiness.
"You did? You did."
"Uh-huh. Especially your fantasy of wanting to see me take on a bunch of guys. Why watch when you can join in as well," I crooned, invitingly. "Watch me suck Isaac's big black dick while you and Rick take turns fucking my sopping wet pussy, my cunt, and believe me, it's fucking wet," I told him.
I was inches away from Mark, now stood up. My words and intentions had certainly excited him. I moved my right hand to where his bulge was and grabbed it. "Either that's an offensive weapon you've got there, or you're more than pleased to see me. Which, I wonder," I cooed, as I fondly stroked it.
"Oh fuck. Okay, you win," he said, concedingly.
"It's not about winning," I rejoined. Mark had a puzzled look about him.
"It's about enjoying. Besides, it's your fantasy, what you want," I impressed upon him, despite my own deep longing since I overheard their sexy comments about me.
"Fuck, I'm not turning down an offer like that. You're so damn hot, Sarah," Rick commended me, and came closer, he being sat to my husband's left, which was where I was stood.
"What about you, Isaac. Don't you want some of this tight white pussy?" I said, knowing what Jenny had told me.
"There you go. Join the party," I said, welcomely, having released Mark, both to shrug my robe from my shoulders and squat down for them.
One by one, starting with my husband and then Rick, I undid their trousers and lowered them, along with their pants, to just above their knees. ‘Quite impressive,' I indicated, before turning my attention to Isaac.
As I struggled with his tight fitting jeans, I gazed at the prominent bulge before me, which seemed to get ever bigger - burgeoning, in fact. As I drew down the zip, though, I felt one of the other two playfully comb his warm hard cock through my hair. That sent a frisson of pleasure rolling up my spine while my clit throbbed away in my g-string, possibly with the anticipation as to what I would find in Isaac's pants.
Whatever it was - yes, it was a cock - it rustled like a snake, almost. ‘This, I had to see close-up.' With his jeans around his knees, I reached a hand towards his encased bulge and fondly stroked it with my slender fingers and thumb. I gazed up at him from where I was squatting on my haunches and the black pair of slingbacks with a six inch long heel, and ran my tongue from one side of my mouth to the other, making my lips abundantly wet to suck his black monster.
Not wanting to seem neglectful of the others, I curbed my dalliance until later and reached my hands to either side of the waistband. Still gazing at him, only low enough to catch the head when it spilled out of his pants, I rolled them down and watched as his black cock uncoiled and sprang forward in one fluid movement.
Jenny wasn't kidding. Not only was it long but it was big. Fucking awesome, I realised once it was fully hard. Right then, it was supple yet firm, another trait of black men and their equipment and Isaac was definitely well-equipped, make no mistake. His cock, all nine plus inches of it, hung between his broad thighs like a short third leg. I ducked my head and turned it. With my mouth open and tongue extended, I licked the warm puffy glans and presently enticed the slick crown between my lips.
Having released his pants, I reached out to where Mark and Rick were waiting and soon had a hand around each one's warm firm cock. Clearly, they had been stroking themselves for me, which was most commendable of them. I subsequently took to that task as I sucked more and more of Isaac's black dick into my mouth, my cheeks drawn in as always. He was getting more and more burgeoning and soon my jaw began to ache from the angle.
Having reposed my head to a more normal position, I slid my lips back and forth along his cock as I stroked Rick and Mark on either side before presently releasing Isaac and turning my attention to Rick.
To make it easier for me as I stroked Mark's and Isaac's shafts, he held his cock at a manageable angle. I gazed up at him with lust burning in my eyes and a very wet pussy between my thighs as I swirled my tongue around the head, eliciting a small bubble of pre-cum from him, which I scooped up with a dexterous flick of my tongue. He tasted sweet. I then, while my husband watched, felt Rick's hand on my head take a sudden control of my action and his cock. He ran the shaft up and down between my lips, never once directing it between them to fully suck on. It was different. It also made me all the more wet.
"I think she likes that," intoned Rick. I let my smile answer for me as he took the opportunity to rest the warm puffy head against my lips. I then kissed it and opened my mouth to let him inside, drawing my cheeks in as more of his warm length filled my mouth. For the second time that evening, I had a man's cock, other than my husband's, between my warm wet lips while Mark watched from the side, waiting his turn.
"Urmn, hurmn," I mumbled and moaned, as I rocked my head back and forth on the lovely warm cock between my lips. It certainly felt different and most of all exciting.
"God, you're such a slut...a lovely one as well," Mark praised me, when I turned my attention towards him.
"I am?" I exclaimed. I held off, defiantly, almost. "In that case, make me suck your dick," I said, most unlike me, that.
"Oh, oh, ho," he intoned, seeing it as a playful challenge, and had Rick stand the other side of him.
To begin with, he placed his left hand just behind my head and drew me towards him so that the head of the cock I love so much was resting against my lips. He then reached down with his other hand and rolled my right nipple - hard. My lips parted as I cried with the short sharp pain and then he drew my head forward, all the while swinging his hips at me. His cock filled me up instantly but he didn't stop. Whereas Isaac and Rick, who didn't know my boundaries, abstained from entering my throat, my husband knew me so well; enough, that the head pierced my throat.
He held it there for some moments and then rocked back a bit before jerking forward. Thereafter, he fucked my throat with short sharp fits that had me vociferating, "Gluh," each time.
When he eventually finished, tears had caused my mascara to slightly run while strands of saliva hung from my trembling lower lip and chin to the slickly covered head of his cock from where it broke off to land on my tits. I moved forward and licked the residue from him while his friends looked on astonished. As for me, I couldn't be more content with it so far.
"Okay, let me have your cum, guys. Then, my pussy can do with some attention before you all give me a lovely long hard fuck on your rock hard dicks," I impressed my needs open them, before once more getting my lips around Isaac's black sceptre.
One after the other, as I braced myself on the thighs of the one I was sucking and bobbed my head back and forth, they filled my mouth with copious amounts of warm creamy cum while Mark dribbled the last of his three squirts over my lips from where I licked it up. I was certainly relishing being a slut, his slut, if only for one night. Having helped me up afterwards, he kissed me and then invited Isaac and Rick to remove my g-string and hand it to him.
"You're wet, aren't you, you naughty slut," he intoned, stating the obvious when he felt just how damp my g-string was.
"I'm wet for your cocks," I rejoined, and subsequently stroked Mark's.
"Let's have you on the sofa in the fuck me position," he enjoined, and then Rick and Isaac, who by then were stood, watched as I turned around and strolled over to the couch.
Having made my way there, I wiggled my hips and ass at them before turning around and sitting near the edge. I then lay back with my spine curled along the seat cushion and against the backrest. Dutifully, I drew my legs up and rested my forearms against the backs of my knees and directed my hands between my thighs and held my drenched wet pussy open for them.
"Wow! That's the fuck me position, alright. I must try that with Clair," Rick marvelled at my suppleness, his cock suddenly inflating at the sight of my inviting openness.
"Come and get me, guys," I appealed to them, while stroking my clit with little flicks of my right thumb.
"Go on, you heard the slut," my husband urged them, clearly waiting for his invitation to dive in, which Isaac immediately did.
When he fell to his knees in front of me, I gazed down at him and watched his pink tongue slither between his brown puffy lips. I smiled appreciatively at its length and what it would do as he slowly moved ever closer. My body shuddered with delight and pleasure when he flicked my engorged labia with it and then sucked on each in turn.
"Yes, more, Isaac," I moaned, encouragingly, and subsequently had Mark knelt to my right and Rick on my left side.
"How goes it?" my husband asked. ‘Unbelievable,' was my response before I latched my lips around his cock and Rick did likewise to my left nipple while Mark rolled and pulled on the right one.
I was so close to cumming as waves of pleasure built up inside me. Isaac had taken over stroking my clit and in a most incredible way, almost drawing heavenly circles around it. When he added to my pleasure by slithering his tongue into the depths of my wet pool, I reached up a hand and urged him to fuck my horny wet pussy with it.
"Urm, hurmn," I moaned around my husband's firmed up shaft, as my body exploded with orgasm. I held Isaac to me, suffocating him, almost, as I gave short pelvic thrusts against his lips and chin. ‘God, was he good or what,' I regaled to myself, as he swirled and swished his warm wet tongue around the folds of my wet cunt, almost licking me out with it.
"You taste divine, Sarah," he commended me, a smile etched across his face as he sucked on both my fuck lips.
"Why, thank you, Isaac," I said, afterwards and then watched as he moved lower.
It's not called the fuck me position for nothing. Like that, my shapely round ass was noticeably available to them. He got no objection from either myself or Mark as he trailed his tongue over my perineum, licking up my escaped juices and then teased the warm firm tip around my puckered rosebud.
"Oh, God, yes, emn, more," I urged, as his fingers, all three fat long ones, massaged the inner folds of my excited pussy, and all while Rick's cock remained ignored as it hovered above my lips.
"Emn, let Rick have a taste of me, now," I said, and drew Isaac up by his chin. When he was level with my face I held him still and licked my glossy cunt juices from his lips and chin before kissing him.
It felt quite electric to be shared by the three of them, and all with my husband's approval. And as I sucked on Isaac's tongue, quite forcefully, I received the added pleasure of Rick holding my pussy open and sliding his warm wet tongue deep inside my equally wet sex.
His oral action was both different and sublime. My pussy flooded, uncontrollably, as he swirled his tongue around. He seemed to probe and search for something as my body began to convulse with the onset of another climax and so soon after the first.
Moments later, a feeling deep inside my stomach radiated down to my core. Combined with that, Rick was thrumming my clit energetically.
"Oh, God, yes, more. Do it, do it, yes, make me cum, Rick," I cried out, and watched him as he worked my clit, pinching it a couple of times.
"Nargh," I cried out each time, and subsequently gasped afterwards.
Whatever he was doing, it worked, and my body surrendered to another euphoric orgasm.
When Mark switched on me with Rick, though, my pussy was extra sensitive.
"No. Fuck me, Mark, please," I said, agonisingly, as I reached out my hands to grasp his flanks.
"Hold yourself open, then," he said, and I obeyed, I was so wet and in need of a good hard pounding and who better than my husband to take the lead, show them how I like it - Hard, deep and fast.
Exposed as I was for him, he slapped the head down on my raw wet sex; once, twice, three times in all. I flinched, gasped and cried out each time as ecstatic bolts of pleasure shot through me. He then calmed the ferocity as he slowly and meticulously slid the underside of his shaft along the line of my lips a few time times, lubricating it before finally drawing it all the way back and plunging his warm firm length deep inside my horny wet cunt.
"Yes!" I whimpered, as it hit home and filled me up. Mark then kept it there as he stroked my clit with tender adoration. My muscles responded by flexing around his shaft. I reached up my hands and rested them on his hips. I smiled wantonly at him and cleaved him deep into me.
"Fuck!" I cried out, as I felt his presence in my womb. My hands followed him back, almost as if they were a passenger, only to slam him forward, over and over, relishing his presence inside my warm wet folds as his cock cleaved itself deep inside me each time. Only when he had made me cum, did my devoted husband withdraw himself. He then dipped his head and held his tongue out to catch my escaping juices before kissing my lips and licking my clit.
"Ready to try two of us?" he said, smiling enticingly at me as he helped me up. It was a bit early in the proceedings for my first ever DP, however, Mark allayed my concerns when he guided me to kneel on all fours and sat on the armrest. Mark was so versatile with positions. He also mixed them up. Having three men at my pleasurable disposal mixed things up even more.
I gazed at my husband as I felt hands behind me urge my ass cheeks apart. I held my breath in readiness and felt the warmth of another man's cock brush against the backs of my thighs on its way to filling me up and fucking me.
"Yes," I whimpered, when I felt the head stretch my tight pussy. It had to be Isaac's big black dick that was invading my tight hole. He pushed forward, feeding a good few inches in each time. I gasped as my cunt was opened to new proportions and soon he was deeply embedded inside - almost. When I thought I had all of him, he surprised me by flexing his hips and filling me even more.
"Oh, God. I'm full, I'm so fucking full; Isaac, right," I guessed, and looked up at Mark for confirmation.
"How does that black dick feel?" he teased me. I had yet to suck on his cock, get spit fucked by them.
"Fucking amazing, Mark," I intoned, and ground myself against him, rolling my hips like a wave.
"Fuck her, Isaac, make my slut of a wife scream with pleasure while she tastes herself on me," he urged. And with that, Isaac grasped my hips in readiness and Mark grabbed a hank of my hair and drew me onto his advancing cock.
"Lick it, slut!" he enjoined, as Isaac drew himself back until all I could feel was the swollen head pulsing inside my pussy cave.
"Fuck, yes," I managed to gasp, when he thrust forward urgently, his thick shaft entering me in a single fluid movement. Isaac then fucked me harder. More than I had been fucked in a very long time. And all under the watching eyes of Rick and, in particular, my husband as I sucked on his cock and got mouth fucked by him.
Isaac rammed his big black dick into me with relentless cohesion. Boy, did I cum off of it and on it. I felt a warm trickle of my escaping juices trail down my upper thighs as I slammed back on him, meeting him thrust for firm thrust, while the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the lounge as I moaned loudly around my husband's shaft.
Mark had me assume the cowgirl position for Rick. I stood over him on the sofa, to begin with, and cupped one of my shapely tits in each hand, rolling the swollen bud between finger and thumb as I lowered myself towards the firm upstanding cock below me. When it was within reach, I released my right nipple and slid my hand between my outspread knees. I grasped Rick's shaft just below the head and gave it a few strokes as I lowered myself that bit more. Teasingly, I gazed between the valley of my humid tits as I drew the head back and forth along my moist cleft, moaning with expectancy.
When I was good and ready, I dropped myself a few inches more and moaned as the turgid head penetrated my wet sex. I held him there, my cunt muscles once more pulsing with the sensation of being invaded by a third, knewer cock.
I moved my fingers up just a few inches and held myself open. He didn't need to, but I welcomed Rick's attention to my clit as I slowly slid down a few inches of his shaft, coating it with my juices, ones that had left a white snail-like trail on Isaac's shaft and which I was looking forward to presently licking off him. Until then, I contented my horniness by fucking more of Rick's offering into my wet pussy. When I felt myself resting against his balls. I took a few breaths and gyrated my hips around his shaft.
"You're good," he smiled. I smiled back, agreeably, flashing my blue eyes at him. I had barely started.
With my left hand on Rick's shoulder, I slowly flexed myself up and then slammed down hard on his cock.
"Yes!" I cried out, as I drew myself up and repeated it again and again.
Finally, with just the head lodged inside my wet pussy, I said, "Ready," and then slammed down on him a final time. That took him by surprise, mind.
"Ready to fuck me good and hard, like that," I said, and then levered myself up until I had a good half of his warm firm cock inside me, and waited.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped, when he flexed his hips up, filling me in one fluid thrust.
Thereafter, and until I climaxed, which didn't take long, Rick piston fucked me while I got my lips and tongue around Isaac's shaft.
"How's that lovely tight little asshole of yours. Is up to the challenge of all three of us?" Mark teased, as I rolled my hips around the wand-like cock that was deep inside my streaming wet pussy.
I turned my head towards him, releasing Isaac's cock with a ‘pop'. There, stood my caring husband, lightly swinging the flavoured sex oil we use. How could I say no.
"Sure. How do you studs want me?" I said, as I moved my feet back onto the carpet. From Mark's intimation, a DP seemed off the menu. What I got to enjoy instead, was most gratifying.
Taking me at my offer, he positioned me so that I was leant forward, my left knee on the sofa by the right armrest and my right leg stood the other side. That wasn't all. Unless Mark strokes my clit when he shoves his length up my tight little asshole, I hardly ever cum. Pushed down as I held my ass cheeks open for them, Mark had considerately positioned me so that my clit was resting on the raised seam of the armrest's upholstery. At first, it didn't register, my mind enjoying the pleasure of having my backdoor opened for a delivery of warm hard cock.
"Oh, God, yes, fuck my ass, Mark, fuck it good, real good," I urged, as more of his cock slid deeper inside my tight little asshole.
Back and forth he swung his hips, each time motioning me over the ridge.
"Oh, God, yes, more. Like that, keep fucking me like that," I cried out, as the pressure of having my ass fucked while my clit received much needed stimulation, worked me towards another climax.
I drifted away for a moment, on a tide of pleasure. I was panting, breathlessly, almost, when he withdrew himself from me and Rick took his place.
I released my left buttock and grasped Rick's oil slick shaft. With hardly any fumbling, whatsoever, I popped the head into my anus and drew more of him forward before returning to spreading my ass wantonly for him.
"That's a lovely tight ass you've got there, Sarah," intoned Rick. As commendable as his words were, he was fucking me slow, too slow to have any real effect on my clit.
"More, do it harder, ram your dick up my ass," I urged, my voice quite frantic.
With my back towards him, I couldn't see if he looked at Mark for approval to lay his length to me. All the same, as I stroked my husband's slickly coated shaft ahead of my sucking it, Rick picked up the pace and my clit was getting the attention it so needed.
At one point, shortly before another blistering hot climax seared a path through me to explode in my head, Rick grasped my hair and yanked it back. That brought my head to a better level for Mark and together they fucked me hard until I climaxed.
Thankfully, when Isaac approached me, I was both loose and open. Nevertheless, with the bulging head of his cock just past my ring of resistance, he covered my hands with his and drew me all the more open. I felt oil trickle onto my curple and from there slide down my warm skin to lubricate Isaac all the more. He pushed into me with little effort, opening me up as more of his big black dick drove ever forward and onwards.
"You like that?" he said, before flexing it back and forward a few inches.
"Yes! I like it. Oh, God, more, fuck my ass, fuck my ass," I cried out, my tits, as with my body, resting along the armrest as his mighty black dick throbbed inside me.
"Fuck! Yes, again," I yelled, having he drawn his length back and then slammed forward. Thereafter, his strokes were rhythmic enough to work my clit back and forth over the seam while giving my ass a good hard reaming.
I was twice more ass banged like that by each of them. My thighs were sticky and wet from the amount I had cum. I knelt on the floor afterwards and sucked and stroked random cocks and had them shower my face and body with their hot creamy loads.
Later that night, in bed with Mark, he asked me if I had a fantasy.
"The girls and I talk about you also," I began, teasing his interest.
"Go on," he said, his ears pricked up with curiosity.
"Well, it sort of involves us three girls, together, before we invite you all to join us," I made mention.
Advance notice:
It's coming...soon! In less than 2 months time! The sequel to 'License to thrill'.
Yes, in a little under 8 weeks from now, I will be publishing the 48,000 word novelette 'No Time To Die', an erotic spy novel featuring British secret agent, Tanya Bond, code name: 00SEX! On Erotic Stories.
More to follow over the coming weeks.
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