Sarah
by Dave
My long term girlfriend, Sarah, is a 24 year old nurse with blonde hair, a pretty face with sparkling eyes and a body which in my mind is perfect. I am a 35 year old geek! Despite our obvious differences, we get on extremely well, and have been together three years now.
When we met, Sarah had been quite unconfident about her looks. From what I could gather, her last boyfriend and her father had between them worn her down, tried to crush her spirit, as if threatened by her bubbly disposition. I had made it a personal mission to change this, showering her with compliments about her warm, bubbly ways, her pretty face and stunning body. I would do this whenever I felt I could do so without appearing patronising or false. This was an easy task, as Sarah is a very attractive woman. I also encouraged her to buy more revealing clothes and pointed out the effect this had on other men when she wore them. This really seemed to bolster her self-confidence.
About a year ago, I began to realise that as we get older I am likely to become less and less able to satisfy her sexually. Rather than get insecure about this, I made a conscious decision to allow her sexual freedom. This story is about our early adventures, where the fantasies started to become a reality
I suppose the start to our story is like so many others. Although we had talked many times about Sarah 'taking a lover', the reality had always seemed too remote, too far fetched. Sarah would tease me sometimes, pointing out attractive, buff men in pubs or at the beach. She would ask me if I could imagine her going with these men, her face wistful but playful. This never failed to get me exited.
"Could you imagine watching me actually get it on with another man?" she would say whilst staring me in the eyes.
"How would you actually feel, knowing I'd had sex with another man?" She would ask, her face showing a mixture of sexual heat and a concentrated curiosity. The truth be told, I would have loved these fantasies to come true. It was like the mere idea of her being sexually involved with another made me look at her in a different light. It made her seem even sexier, even more desirable. It was as if another man's approval of her would increase my appreciation of her. For a long time, these fantasies formed the mainstay of our sexual play.
So, the story begins. One Saturday afternoon we were sitting at a bar on the beach-front having a beer after shopping. The bar was a large outdoor area, half full of sun dazed afternoon drinkers. Sarah was wearing a new sarong and a cropped top without a bra. The cropped top was made of thin material that I noticed did nothing to hide her hardened nipples. I commented on her state, and pointed out to her several men who had also noticed. One or two of the men were staring quite blatantly, whilst others were making an effort not to be seen looking. Sarah bowed her head slightly as if embarrassed. Letting out a deep breath, she sat back in her chair, thrusting her breasts ever so slightly forward, as if to afford us all a better view. She looked over at me, her eyes wide. Behind the excitement in her face I could see a questioning look, as if she was still slightly unsure if I was cool about her acting like this.
I smiled an encouraging smile at her, willing her to take the situation further. As we talked, she shuffled in her seat, letting her new sarong ride up her gorgeous thighs. Although her actions were subtle, I could read her signs. Sarah was becoming horny. I decided to push my luck, and dared her to go to the ladies, and take off her underwear. Sarah put up a token of a fight before disappearing off to the ladies. She returned looking composed, but a little flushed. I grinned at her as she sat down next to me, crossing her legs. Her naughty grin did not go unnoticed by the men had now become her audience.
"See those guys sitting at the table opposite you?" I asked. "Why don't you wind them up a bit?"
This was new ground - my fantasy was brushing with reality here, but it seemed safe enough as we were in a public place, so nothing could get too out of hand. "Like how?" She replied with a hint of huskiness in her voice.
Her sarong had already 'accidentally' ridden further up her thighs than earlier, so I suggested that she cross her ankles, instead of her legs. As the sun was directly in her face, I figured the guys on the table, although some distance away, would get a good view.
Sarah seemed to have other ideas though. She subtly adjusted her sarong, so that the slit was draped over her thigh. She twisted towards me, her legs still crossed, and sort of perched herself on one bum cheek, thrusting her perfect arse in the direction of the table full of lads. The slit in her sarong conveniently fell open over her thigh, exposing the underside of her thigh and a peek of her cute pussy. Her face was a picture - flushed and exited.
Although I could not see exactly how much she was showing, the reaction of the guys nearby told me everything. They were polite enough not to make a big fuss about what they were seeing, but from the hail of furtive glances in Sarah's direction, I could tell they were enjoying the show!
That was enough for me, I suggested that we downed our drinks and went home. We barely got in the front door before tearing each other's clothes off and having the best shag we'd had for a long time.
This new turn of events acted as a trigger. Sarah became more and more confident. Part of me, confronted with the reality, became unsure - was I taking a reckless risk here, or was I being strong, accepting biological realities. I knew as a man, I was capable of having sexual encounters with others whilst staying in love with Sarah, but did this work both ways? Could it really be good for the relationship to involve others sexually?
What I didn't want was to live in a permanent state of denial, like so many men, believing that my girl only ever had eyes for me, and would never even dream of being with another. Where did we men ever get that idea from in the first place? We're not like that - why should women be? Anyway, I concluded that idea just didn't fit with reality I lived in, and that I should go with my heart (i.e. my fantasies!).
Despite my apprehension, the sex we had together became more and more intense as we focussed more and more on the idea of Sarah 'taking a lover'. Walking down the street we would 'window shop' for her lover. I would point out men; she would give me a yes or no. I was quite surprised at some of the kind of men she felt an attraction to - some were older than me, some were young, some quite rough looking, some looking very well presented. I couldn't pin down exactly what it was that worked for her, and told her as much. She laughed her tinkling laugh, the one that always reminds me of a babbling stream.
"Don't ask me to pin down what works and what doesn't!" She giggled. "I know what I'm attracted to, and what I'm not. Beyond that, it's nothing I could put a finger on."
She became more gregarious when we went out socially. Although she never overstepped the mark by humiliating me, she found discrete ways to 'wind men up' as she would put it. Her flirting was harmless; a brush on the arm whilst talking, holding eye contact just a little longer than was necessary. The men she flirted with responded to her, pay her increasing amounts of attention and compliments. We were careful to avoid friends and workmates during these forays.
Months passed like this. We talked through almost every conceivable sexual act, exploring our individual fantasies, and combining them to form 'hybrid' shared fantasies. About six months after the sarong incident, events took another turn. We were at a well known London dance club. Sarah was dressed in standard club wear short skirt, short top and trainers.
In recent months, she had become a bit of a social butterfly at these sorts of events, and so I was not surprised to see her coming towards me on the dance floor dragging a guy of about her own age by the hand towards me.
"This is Mark!" she shouted to me. She turned to her new friend.
"And this is my boyfriend." She said to Mark.
Although at the time, I had no idea of what was going on, I could tell by Mark's reaction that he felt uncomfortable. We engaged in the usual banter one exchanges in such places for a few moments before he made his excuses and headed off across the club.
"What was that all about?" I asked, shouting in Sarah's ear over the din. Sarah did her giggle.
"I'll tell you later!" She shouted in my ear, before making a whole load of exaggerated hand gestures, signifying that she couldn't talk over the loud music. We left shortly after, and on the way home in the car Sarah began to tease me before eventually agreeing to tell me what had happened.
She'd met Mark at the bar, where he had kindly bought her a drink, since he was ahead in the queue. They stopped in a chill area en-route back to the dance floor to continue their chat. Although polite and respectful, Mark had been quite forceful in his advances towards Sarah. Sarah, in her flirty way had responded, and had by this stage clambered onto his lap.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel a cold sweat breaking out all over me. I felt woozy and heady.
"Are you sure you want to hear this?" she asked me with a mixed look of concern and excitement on her face.
I guided her hand over to my now rock hard dick, and asked her if that would do as an answer. She giggled that giggle again. Pausing to take a deep breath, she looked over at me, and started recounting the story.
"I could feel his dick underneath me, straining and twitching." She said, almost guiltily.
"We were chatting still, but I was hardly aware of the words." She continued. "I sat forwards on his legs, and began rubbing him through his trousers."
Apparently, at this stage they had kissed. As they probed each other's mouths with their tongues, Sarah had twisted round on his lap to face him, and unzipped his fly. She slowly put her hand inside his underwear, and rummaged around for his dick. He had responded by sticking his hand up her top, and was getting a feel of her fantastic tits. Since Sarah had her back to the rest of the room, no-one could really see what was going on.
"I pulled his willy out of his trousers, and started wanking him off, right there, in public."
Both myself and Sarah were now were shifting in our seats, horny as hell. Sarah's hand fell to her lap, and began massaging her pussy underneath her short skirt. I was not prepared for the next bit.
"I don't know if it was the anominity of being in a dark London club, or the pills or whatever" she breathed heavily, "but something inside me just suddenly let go." I looked at her quizzically.
"What did you do?" I stammered. I could hear my pulse beating in my ears. "I dropped off his lap, and started sucking on him." She said, looking guiltily at the floor. She had stopped playing with herself.
We drove on, both of us seemingly stunned by her admission. The cocktail of mixed emotions and pills became too much for me. A layby was fast approaching, so I pulled in. I stopped the car and turned to her.
"Are you angry?" She asked.
I shook my head, no really knowing how I felt. The only clue I had was the fact that my dick was virtually bursting through my jeans. I looked down at myself. It all felt so dirty, but so good!
Sarah, following my eyes down to my crotch, took the lead in the situation. "Well hon, it's just happened for real. You didn't think we could go on talking about it without it really happening, do you?" She said whilst holding me with a hard but amused stare.
"No, no I guess not." I managed to say.
Right then, something gave way inside me. Suddenly, I realised I was in a true life fantasy situation.
"Did you make him come?" I asked, looking up from the floor into her gorgeous blue eyes.
Smiling and licking her lips, she nodded slowly.
That was it for me! I launched myself at her, kissing her hard on the lips. My tongue probed every part of her delicious mouth, as if searching for remnants of her lover's cum.
Although I'd always had what I refer to as a bit of a 'cock fetish' I surprised myself actually wanting to taste another man's cum for real, but there was no denying it, that was what I wanted!
Sarah seemed to pick up on my heightened state of arousal, and responded eagerly to my kissing. Whilst maintaining our kiss, she reached over, undid my fly and began slowly wanking me. Barely five strokes in I came hard, really hard, all over her hand and my lap.
We sat in silence for a few moments. I closed my eyes, enjoying the afterglow. Sarah pulled out some tissues and mopped up my cum.
"Hon, we can make this a one off, and never mention it again if that's what you want." She whispered to me.
"Are you kidding!" I retorted. "I mean, do you think it turned me on or not?" We both broke out laughing as I started the car again, and headed home.
Our adventure in London became the basis of our fantasies. They would now always start with Sarah picking up some anonymous guy in a club. It was like we fed off the sexual energy of the night for weeks. With time, however, we started discussing the future instead of the present. One evening, as we were getting ready for bed, I decided to nudge things on a bit.
"No matter how much you describe it," I observed "nothing could have been better than to have actually seen you doing those things."
"Well, sorry for not stopping the proceedings to come and get you!" Sarah replied. "Oh come on." I said. "That's not what I'm getting at."
"I was thinking more about next time. Maybe we could be a little more contrived." I continued.
"Next time!" Squealed Sarah. "I'm so glad you mentioned it! I have been thinking about it, but I wanted you to be the instigator."
"Carry on." I prompted. Once again I could hear my pulse in my ears. Immediately my loins began to stir and tingle. I could feel myself going red in the face.
"Well my little pervert." She teased. "Look at the state of you! I've not even told you my idea yet!"
Her tone with me was different to normal. Assertive at the least. Dominant, even. I found myself looking down at the ground in shame.
"Here's my idea." She started. Her words came out slowly, as if rehearsed, well practiced.
"I think for the sake of discretion, we would be better off waiting until we go on holiday."
She had obviously given this some thought.
"I could find a lover, pretend you were away for the night, and shag him in our hotel room."
Her eyes darted all about me - she was looking into my eyes, looking at my crotch, trying to gauge my reaction. Her voice dropped an octave.
"I could hide you away in the wardrobe. You could watch."
I booked three weeks in the Greek islands the very next day.
Time passed, and eventually it was time for the holiday. Neither of us had mentioned the plan since the night it was made. There was no need. We were both in a state of almost permanent arousal. It was like nothing needed to be said. The sex we shared around that time was fantastic. We would stare into each other's eyes, sharing the unspoken fantasy.
We arrived in Kos late afternoon, and checked into our hotel. After tipping the bell boy, we had a look around the hotel suite. Needless to say, we made a beeline for the wardrobe, to check out its suitability. It was the only flaw in our plan - would the wardrobe be suitable? It was. It was of the sliding door type, with plenty of room inside.
"It's just missing a throne!" Sarah joked, as she put a chair inside the wardrobe. It was starting to look like this really was going to happen.
Sarah went off to the bathroom to have a shower and get changed whilst I unpacked. She emerged looking absolutely stunning, wearing a light cotton summer dress. Her hair was tied up but for a number of fronds hanging loose, framing her pretty face. She stood in the bathroom doorway, the light from behind her making the dress virtually transparent. I could make out her figure and the swell of her unbound breasts through the material.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "No bra then - does that mean no knickers too?"
It was as if she looked through me.
"Come on." She said, haughtily. "Let's go out."
I couldn't help feeling that her attire was not for my benefit.
After dinner, we headed for the poolside bar. We'd consumed a bottle and half of wine over diner, and were feeling tipsy already. The bar was packed and noisy. We found a table, and I went to the bar for drinks. When I returned, two guys were sitting with Sarah, animatedly telling her a story. They were both around mid-twenties, tall and, by my judgement, rather good looking. As they spoke, her eyes flashed between them, sparkling and alive. I could tell she fancied at least one of them, and so I started to think of an excuse to leave her alone with them. I sat down, and Sarah introduced me to Phil and Tony, a couple of English lads staying in the same hotel as us. After the introductions, I started with this whole cock and bull story about looking at property in the area, and how my contact out here was only available tonight to talk me through the legal details of buying property here.
As I was explaining this, I kept glancing over to Sarah to see if she was getting my drift. Needless to say, she played along, moaning about having to cut the night short.
"Well, we could look after you for the night." Offered Phil. "I mean, we'd only planned to hang out around the bar for the evening. But you are welcome to join us though."
Sarah looked at me with eyes that betrayed her feelings. She wanted this. "Why don't we do that then honey?" I asked. "I can do all the boring stuff with my contact tonight, and we'll go look at some properties tomorrow."
"That's settled then." Said Phil with possibly more finality than was warranted. We chatted about all and nothing whilst I finished my drink. The guys seemed nice enough and Sarah definitely had the hots for Phil, so I left them to it.
I returned to the hotel room, and settled in for a long wait. My mind raced with anticipation and anxiety. I paced around the room, wondering what my love was up to. I took a shower, and went to put on the TV. I quickly decided against this, as the room needed to appear quiet and empty for Sarah's show later. I paced some more, crossing my fingers and hoping that all would go to plan. I lay on the bed, naked and horny, waiting for Sarah's return. Eventually the combination of travel, sun, wine and anxiety took its toll on me, and I started to feel drowsy.
I decided that the best course of action was to go to sleep in the wardrobe. How strange and alien it felt taking a blanket off the bed and settling down naked in a wardrobe! I lay in the darkness for a while, willing Sarah's return, but soon dropped off to sleep.
"No, honestly, he won't be back for ages!"
I woke with the words running around my head. I was still trying to make sense of them as I heard Sarah's giggling and a loud thump as the bedroom door was barged open.
It all came rushing back in an instant. The pounding in my ears, the heady feeling and the heavy breathing returned with a vengeance.
"Ok then, it's your call. No skin off my nose!" Said a man's voice.
It was Phil. My instinct had been right - she did like him!
Quietly, I shifted off the blanket on the floor into my 'throne'. I'd left the wardrobe doors open just enough.
"Please don't let them do it on the sofa!" I thought.
My fears were allayed, as Sarah was the first to come stumbling into view. Both were clearly drunk, and Sarah's evening dress had the first couple of buttons undone, showing as much cleavage as is possible without actually having here tits on display.
They stood locked in a kiss at the foot of the bed, Phil's hands roaming all over Sarah's body. Her hand came up behind his head, as if trying to pull the whole of him into her mouth. This was more passionate that I had expected. This was not like a tacky porn movie. This was the real thing.
Phil stood back, and started pulling Sarah's dress over her head. She obligingly raised her arms for him.
I couldn't believe I was sitting here watching another man undress the woman I loved. Sarah's face was flushed, and her nipples hard. She stared up into Phil's eyes, smiling all the time, whilst she unbuttoned his shirt.
What a body he had! I felt a twinge of inadequacy as I watched her pull down his shorts, stand back up, and lock into another deep kiss. How gorgeous they looked together. She, with her smooth white skin against him, with his tanned, muscled body.
After a short while Phil got impatient, scooped Sarah up and literally threw her onto the bed. Although this made me feel a little angry and protective of her, I could tell from Sarah's delighted squeal that she liked being handled roughly.
From my position I could now see Phil's cock in all its glory. He was, to say the least, a big lad. Again, I felt that twinge of inadequacy, but the feeling was now somehow mixed into the whole heady emotion of the situation. I was as so turned on, I dared not touch myself. I did not want to come before they did, and have to sit there, un-aroused, as they finished off.
"Come here big boy!" murmured Sarah.
Phil literally jumped on her! Once again, I was afraid for her safety, but I could tell by her soft whisphers that all was well.
Phil smothered Sarah's lithe frame. Sarah wiggled her legs free, and instantly spread them and pulled her knees up towards her chest. They appeared to dry hump for a while. Sarah's feet, dangling in mid air, wobbled with their rhythm.
Once again Phil took the lead. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled off her and began rubbing her pussy. I could actually hear the wet sloppy sounds coming from her. She responded by grabbing his cock, and pumping it.
This situation did not last for long, as they were both more than ready to fuck. Without warning, Phil rolled back on top of Sarah, reached down, and guided himself into her.
I don't know if she'd done it on purpose, but they were positioned just so that I could actually see his dick at her pussy entrance. I couldn't believe my luck! He started rubbing himself up and down her soft slit, causing low moans to escape Sarah's lips.
"Mmm, please, please." She whimplered.
"Please what?" Phil replied, obviously enjoying taunting her as she had probably taunted him all evening.
"Please fuck me!"
With that, Phil thrust himself into my beautiful girlfriend. I watched mesmerised as his thick prick spread her soft pink pussy lips, sliding into her, before my 'pussy view' was obscured.
As Sarah made a long 'ohh' sound, I came all over my lap. The orgasm seemed to go on for ages as I watched Phil pick up speed. This was the first time in my life I'd cum without being touched.
I sat in a trance for a while, watching Sarah get well and truly fucked. I expected my own excitement to subside after having cum, but this was not the case. Almost immediately I felt myself rising once again to the occasion.
Phil was now resting on his hands, and Sarah was lying back, arms and legs akimbo. Her eyes were shut tight as she mouthed 'oh, oh' over and over. I watched captivated as her tits bounced up and down to their rhythm. Phil increased his pace - the guy was like a machine. Sarah's vocalisations became louder as the pace increased. They went at it for a good twenty minutes. Sarah started thrashing around, shaking her head violently from side to side, I could see she was having a huge orgasm.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes" She cried.
I sat there in the dark, my dick as hard as steel, trying not to touch myself. Phil's hard thrusting seemed to become frantic as he collapsed on top of Sarah. As his muscles started to spasm, Sarah wrapped her arms and legs around him, again pulling him as close as possible.
Phil's body suddenly went stiff. He let out a low moan and pushed himself further into my beloved girlfriend. He was coming inside her. Sarah clung onto his thick frame, holding the back of his head as they came together.
"Ugh, fill me up, please, please." She moaned breathlessly as the final throes of orgasm washed over them.
For a while, they just lay still. I became impatient.
"Come on, you've had your fun!" I thought. "It's my turn now!"
We'd not really considered this part of the plan. I wondered how Sarah would deal with this.
Presently, Phil raised himself on his hands, as if doing a press-up, and rolled off Sarah. I heard a sucking, plopping sound from her pussy, but did not have time to see it before she closed her legs.
Phil got up, and went to the bathroom. Sarah looked over at my hideaway and smiled a very happy smile at me. My heart leapt - in some strange way, I'd forgotten my own presence there. Sarah's acknowledging me brought me back to reality!
"Look, I'd better go before your man comes back." Phil said from the bathroom door. Whether or not she meant it, Sarah seemed disappointed.
"You don't have to." She replied sulkily.
Sarah clambered under the sheets, as if to deny him any more pleasure for the night. "Look, that was amazing, but really, I'd like to have you to myself for a whole day or something." Phil continued. "So I'm not looking over my shoulder the whole time - know what I mean?"
Sarah did her tinkling laugh for him. Phil's resolve seemed to melt, just as mine does when she does that laugh.
"I'll see what I can do." She said flatly. That amused me;
"Yeah, she wants to run it past me first!" I thought.
"Ok, then. Will you be around the pool tomorrow?" he asked as he pulled on his shorts. "I will now!" Sarah crooned.
"Then I'll see you then." He said with a definite finality. "Ok, see you then."
With that, he left. The minute I heard the door click shut, I slid open the wardrobe door. Sarah and I stared at each other, neither of us knowing quite what to say.
Once again, Sarah took the lead.
"Well, my perverted little man."
Perverted and little - yes I suppose I was! This was the time to enjoy being exactly that!
"Come over here." She ordered.
I walked slowly over to the bed, my dick waggling in front of me, hard as steel. Sarah's domination of me was a rapidly growing part of this whole venture, and although unplanned, I was starting to really get off on it.
"On your knees, my little pervert."
I obliged, kneeling beside the bed where she had taken her first (and by the looks of things not last) lover.
Sarah stuck a foot out from under the covers. I leaned forward to kiss and nibble her toes as she continued.
"I've just been shagged properly, you know."
The feelings of inadequacy grew and merged into the hornyness I was already feeling. "All you'd do for me tonight is make me sore!" She scolded.
"Is there nothing I could do for you?" I replied, my chagrin increasing.
I think from my reaction to her blowjob story in London, she'd decided to take it one step further - we both knew where this was going.
"Perhaps." She teased.
With that, she swung her gorgeous legs over the side of the bed in front of me, and took my chin in her hand, looking deep into my eyes.
Something in her eyes had changed. She had all the power right now. We both knew that was how things were going to be from now on.
She dropped my chin, pushed me back, and lifted her foot up again to be kissed. I started with her instep, kissing a trail up to her ankle.
I looked up at her for permission to continue. She nodded her approval in a dismissive, haughty way. My trail of kisses ran up her calf, and over her knee. I planted two kisses on her gorgeous thighs before looking up at her again. With that, she leaned back and spread her thighs for me, pulling my head gently towards her warm wetness.
Pressed up against the side of the bed, I continued my trail of light kisses up her inner thighs. The smell of sex was heady, overpowering. I glanced up at her pussy. I don't ever recall seeing it in quite that state before.
Her normally thin lips were puffy, red and slick with cum, as was the whole area around. Her clitoris stuck out proud and shiny with cum. The surrounding area was wet and slightly sticky. I began to gently lick the surrounding area clean. As my lips came closer to her pussy, she began to clench and release her pelvic muscles. This in turn caused a series of wet sounds to emanate from between her puffed up lips. I kissed her lips gently, making her quiver involuntarily. I took the soft fleshy parts into my mouth, and gently sucked off her lovers cum. This time I could really taste it, and it left a strange taste at the back of my mouth. Ever so gently, I ran my tongue up her pussy, over and over, between all her delicate folds. This caused little puddles of cum to pool at the top of her sex with each stroke. Pursing my lips, I sucked up the little warm pools of cum, savouring the combined flavour of their sex. Sarah had started to moan again. I wondered if I might get some 'sloppy seconds' after all.
Sarah, however had different ideas. Standing up, she pushed me onto my back, and knelt either side of my head. She then lowered her full weight onto my face, and began to rub her wet sex up and down. I grabbed breaths of fresh air as and when I could. Her pussy tasted so different filled with another man's cum! She was so wet, that she was having trouble actually sitting on my face without sliding around! She then took a little of the weight off my face, and continued rubbing herself up and down. I could feel her stretched pussy engulfing my nose with each stroke. I pushed upwards, cramming as much as my face into her pussy as I could. I could feel her and her lover's cum dribbling down the side of my face, and pooling underneath my head. I was licking and sucking her clean like my life depended on it!
Although I could hear very little from my position, I could feel Sarah's pussy spasm as she had another orgasm. This time, my mouth was flooded with her and Phil's sex, and I actually had to gulp some down to stop from suffocating!
Sarah clambered off me and back into bed. She turned and looked at me, holding open the covers so I could join her. We cuddled up together, exchanging long, deep kisses.
I went to climb on top of her, but she stopped me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm sore, remember?"
"No room for a little one?" I joked.
"Oh go on then." She said with a smile.
With that, I climbed on top of her, missionary style, and guided myself into her. Phil had really stretched her. This, combined with all the cum still inside her, meant that she could barely even feel me in there!
I, however, need virtually no stimulation at all, and came pretty much immediately, thrusting myself up the passage where another man had been only moments before. Heaven!
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by Dave
My long term girlfriend, Sarah, is a 24 year old nurse with blonde hair, a pretty face with sparkling eyes and a body which in my mind is perfect. I am a 35 year old geek! Despite our obvious differences, we get on extremely well, and have been together three years now.
When we met, Sarah had been quite unconfident about her looks. From what I could gather, her last boyfriend and her father had between them worn her down, tried to crush her spirit, as if threatened by her bubbly disposition. I had made it a personal mission to change this, showering her with compliments about her warm, bubbly ways, her pretty face and stunning body. I would do this whenever I felt I could do so without appearing patronising or false. This was an easy task, as Sarah is a very attractive woman. I also encouraged her to buy more revealing clothes and pointed out the effect this had on other men when she wore them. This really seemed to bolster her self-confidence.
About a year ago, I began to realise that as we get older I am likely to become less and less able to satisfy her sexually. Rather than get insecure about this, I made a conscious decision to allow her sexual freedom. This story is about our early adventures, where the fantasies started to become a reality
I suppose the start to our story is like so many others. Although we had talked many times about Sarah 'taking a lover', the reality had always seemed too remote, too far fetched. Sarah would tease me sometimes, pointing out attractive, buff men in pubs or at the beach. She would ask me if I could imagine her going with these men, her face wistful but playful. This never failed to get me exited.
"Could you imagine watching me actually get it on with another man?" she would say whilst staring me in the eyes.
"How would you actually feel, knowing I'd had sex with another man?" She would ask, her face showing a mixture of sexual heat and a concentrated curiosity. The truth be told, I would have loved these fantasies to come true. It was like the mere idea of her being sexually involved with another made me look at her in a different light. It made her seem even sexier, even more desirable. It was as if another man's approval of her would increase my appreciation of her. For a long time, these fantasies formed the mainstay of our sexual play.
So, the story begins. One Saturday afternoon we were sitting at a bar on the beach-front having a beer after shopping. The bar was a large outdoor area, half full of sun dazed afternoon drinkers. Sarah was wearing a new sarong and a cropped top without a bra. The cropped top was made of thin material that I noticed did nothing to hide her hardened nipples. I commented on her state, and pointed out to her several men who had also noticed. One or two of the men were staring quite blatantly, whilst others were making an effort not to be seen looking. Sarah bowed her head slightly as if embarrassed. Letting out a deep breath, she sat back in her chair, thrusting her breasts ever so slightly forward, as if to afford us all a better view. She looked over at me, her eyes wide. Behind the excitement in her face I could see a questioning look, as if she was still slightly unsure if I was cool about her acting like this.
I smiled an encouraging smile at her, willing her to take the situation further. As we talked, she shuffled in her seat, letting her new sarong ride up her gorgeous thighs. Although her actions were subtle, I could read her signs. Sarah was becoming horny. I decided to push my luck, and dared her to go to the ladies, and take off her underwear. Sarah put up a token of a fight before disappearing off to the ladies. She returned looking composed, but a little flushed. I grinned at her as she sat down next to me, crossing her legs. Her naughty grin did not go unnoticed by the men had now become her audience.
"See those guys sitting at the table opposite you?" I asked. "Why don't you wind them up a bit?"
This was new ground - my fantasy was brushing with reality here, but it seemed safe enough as we were in a public place, so nothing could get too out of hand. "Like how?" She replied with a hint of huskiness in her voice.
Her sarong had already 'accidentally' ridden further up her thighs than earlier, so I suggested that she cross her ankles, instead of her legs. As the sun was directly in her face, I figured the guys on the table, although some distance away, would get a good view.
Sarah seemed to have other ideas though. She subtly adjusted her sarong, so that the slit was draped over her thigh. She twisted towards me, her legs still crossed, and sort of perched herself on one bum cheek, thrusting her perfect arse in the direction of the table full of lads. The slit in her sarong conveniently fell open over her thigh, exposing the underside of her thigh and a peek of her cute pussy. Her face was a picture - flushed and exited.
Although I could not see exactly how much she was showing, the reaction of the guys nearby told me everything. They were polite enough not to make a big fuss about what they were seeing, but from the hail of furtive glances in Sarah's direction, I could tell they were enjoying the show!
That was enough for me, I suggested that we downed our drinks and went home. We barely got in the front door before tearing each other's clothes off and having the best shag we'd had for a long time.
This new turn of events acted as a trigger. Sarah became more and more confident. Part of me, confronted with the reality, became unsure - was I taking a reckless risk here, or was I being strong, accepting biological realities. I knew as a man, I was capable of having sexual encounters with others whilst staying in love with Sarah, but did this work both ways? Could it really be good for the relationship to involve others sexually?
What I didn't want was to live in a permanent state of denial, like so many men, believing that my girl only ever had eyes for me, and would never even dream of being with another. Where did we men ever get that idea from in the first place? We're not like that - why should women be? Anyway, I concluded that idea just didn't fit with reality I lived in, and that I should go with my heart (i.e. my fantasies!).
Despite my apprehension, the sex we had together became more and more intense as we focussed more and more on the idea of Sarah 'taking a lover'. Walking down the street we would 'window shop' for her lover. I would point out men; she would give me a yes or no. I was quite surprised at some of the kind of men she felt an attraction to - some were older than me, some were young, some quite rough looking, some looking very well presented. I couldn't pin down exactly what it was that worked for her, and told her as much. She laughed her tinkling laugh, the one that always reminds me of a babbling stream.
"Don't ask me to pin down what works and what doesn't!" She giggled. "I know what I'm attracted to, and what I'm not. Beyond that, it's nothing I could put a finger on."
She became more gregarious when we went out socially. Although she never overstepped the mark by humiliating me, she found discrete ways to 'wind men up' as she would put it. Her flirting was harmless; a brush on the arm whilst talking, holding eye contact just a little longer than was necessary. The men she flirted with responded to her, pay her increasing amounts of attention and compliments. We were careful to avoid friends and workmates during these forays.
Months passed like this. We talked through almost every conceivable sexual act, exploring our individual fantasies, and combining them to form 'hybrid' shared fantasies. About six months after the sarong incident, events took another turn. We were at a well known London dance club. Sarah was dressed in standard club wear short skirt, short top and trainers.
In recent months, she had become a bit of a social butterfly at these sorts of events, and so I was not surprised to see her coming towards me on the dance floor dragging a guy of about her own age by the hand towards me.
"This is Mark!" she shouted to me. She turned to her new friend.
"And this is my boyfriend." She said to Mark.
Although at the time, I had no idea of what was going on, I could tell by Mark's reaction that he felt uncomfortable. We engaged in the usual banter one exchanges in such places for a few moments before he made his excuses and headed off across the club.
"What was that all about?" I asked, shouting in Sarah's ear over the din. Sarah did her giggle.
"I'll tell you later!" She shouted in my ear, before making a whole load of exaggerated hand gestures, signifying that she couldn't talk over the loud music. We left shortly after, and on the way home in the car Sarah began to tease me before eventually agreeing to tell me what had happened.
She'd met Mark at the bar, where he had kindly bought her a drink, since he was ahead in the queue. They stopped in a chill area en-route back to the dance floor to continue their chat. Although polite and respectful, Mark had been quite forceful in his advances towards Sarah. Sarah, in her flirty way had responded, and had by this stage clambered onto his lap.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel a cold sweat breaking out all over me. I felt woozy and heady.
"Are you sure you want to hear this?" she asked me with a mixed look of concern and excitement on her face.
I guided her hand over to my now rock hard dick, and asked her if that would do as an answer. She giggled that giggle again. Pausing to take a deep breath, she looked over at me, and started recounting the story.
"I could feel his dick underneath me, straining and twitching." She said, almost guiltily.
"We were chatting still, but I was hardly aware of the words." She continued. "I sat forwards on his legs, and began rubbing him through his trousers."
Apparently, at this stage they had kissed. As they probed each other's mouths with their tongues, Sarah had twisted round on his lap to face him, and unzipped his fly. She slowly put her hand inside his underwear, and rummaged around for his dick. He had responded by sticking his hand up her top, and was getting a feel of her fantastic tits. Since Sarah had her back to the rest of the room, no-one could really see what was going on.
"I pulled his willy out of his trousers, and started wanking him off, right there, in public."
Both myself and Sarah were now were shifting in our seats, horny as hell. Sarah's hand fell to her lap, and began massaging her pussy underneath her short skirt. I was not prepared for the next bit.
"I don't know if it was the anominity of being in a dark London club, or the pills or whatever" she breathed heavily, "but something inside me just suddenly let go." I looked at her quizzically.
"What did you do?" I stammered. I could hear my pulse beating in my ears. "I dropped off his lap, and started sucking on him." She said, looking guiltily at the floor. She had stopped playing with herself.
We drove on, both of us seemingly stunned by her admission. The cocktail of mixed emotions and pills became too much for me. A layby was fast approaching, so I pulled in. I stopped the car and turned to her.
"Are you angry?" She asked.
I shook my head, no really knowing how I felt. The only clue I had was the fact that my dick was virtually bursting through my jeans. I looked down at myself. It all felt so dirty, but so good!
Sarah, following my eyes down to my crotch, took the lead in the situation. "Well hon, it's just happened for real. You didn't think we could go on talking about it without it really happening, do you?" She said whilst holding me with a hard but amused stare.
"No, no I guess not." I managed to say.
Right then, something gave way inside me. Suddenly, I realised I was in a true life fantasy situation.
"Did you make him come?" I asked, looking up from the floor into her gorgeous blue eyes.
Smiling and licking her lips, she nodded slowly.
That was it for me! I launched myself at her, kissing her hard on the lips. My tongue probed every part of her delicious mouth, as if searching for remnants of her lover's cum.
Although I'd always had what I refer to as a bit of a 'cock fetish' I surprised myself actually wanting to taste another man's cum for real, but there was no denying it, that was what I wanted!
Sarah seemed to pick up on my heightened state of arousal, and responded eagerly to my kissing. Whilst maintaining our kiss, she reached over, undid my fly and began slowly wanking me. Barely five strokes in I came hard, really hard, all over her hand and my lap.
We sat in silence for a few moments. I closed my eyes, enjoying the afterglow. Sarah pulled out some tissues and mopped up my cum.
"Hon, we can make this a one off, and never mention it again if that's what you want." She whispered to me.
"Are you kidding!" I retorted. "I mean, do you think it turned me on or not?" We both broke out laughing as I started the car again, and headed home.
Our adventure in London became the basis of our fantasies. They would now always start with Sarah picking up some anonymous guy in a club. It was like we fed off the sexual energy of the night for weeks. With time, however, we started discussing the future instead of the present. One evening, as we were getting ready for bed, I decided to nudge things on a bit.
"No matter how much you describe it," I observed "nothing could have been better than to have actually seen you doing those things."
"Well, sorry for not stopping the proceedings to come and get you!" Sarah replied. "Oh come on." I said. "That's not what I'm getting at."
"I was thinking more about next time. Maybe we could be a little more contrived." I continued.
"Next time!" Squealed Sarah. "I'm so glad you mentioned it! I have been thinking about it, but I wanted you to be the instigator."
"Carry on." I prompted. Once again I could hear my pulse in my ears. Immediately my loins began to stir and tingle. I could feel myself going red in the face.
"Well my little pervert." She teased. "Look at the state of you! I've not even told you my idea yet!"
Her tone with me was different to normal. Assertive at the least. Dominant, even. I found myself looking down at the ground in shame.
"Here's my idea." She started. Her words came out slowly, as if rehearsed, well practiced.
"I think for the sake of discretion, we would be better off waiting until we go on holiday."
She had obviously given this some thought.
"I could find a lover, pretend you were away for the night, and shag him in our hotel room."
Her eyes darted all about me - she was looking into my eyes, looking at my crotch, trying to gauge my reaction. Her voice dropped an octave.
"I could hide you away in the wardrobe. You could watch."
I booked three weeks in the Greek islands the very next day.
Time passed, and eventually it was time for the holiday. Neither of us had mentioned the plan since the night it was made. There was no need. We were both in a state of almost permanent arousal. It was like nothing needed to be said. The sex we shared around that time was fantastic. We would stare into each other's eyes, sharing the unspoken fantasy.
We arrived in Kos late afternoon, and checked into our hotel. After tipping the bell boy, we had a look around the hotel suite. Needless to say, we made a beeline for the wardrobe, to check out its suitability. It was the only flaw in our plan - would the wardrobe be suitable? It was. It was of the sliding door type, with plenty of room inside.
"It's just missing a throne!" Sarah joked, as she put a chair inside the wardrobe. It was starting to look like this really was going to happen.
Sarah went off to the bathroom to have a shower and get changed whilst I unpacked. She emerged looking absolutely stunning, wearing a light cotton summer dress. Her hair was tied up but for a number of fronds hanging loose, framing her pretty face. She stood in the bathroom doorway, the light from behind her making the dress virtually transparent. I could make out her figure and the swell of her unbound breasts through the material.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "No bra then - does that mean no knickers too?"
It was as if she looked through me.
"Come on." She said, haughtily. "Let's go out."
I couldn't help feeling that her attire was not for my benefit.
After dinner, we headed for the poolside bar. We'd consumed a bottle and half of wine over diner, and were feeling tipsy already. The bar was packed and noisy. We found a table, and I went to the bar for drinks. When I returned, two guys were sitting with Sarah, animatedly telling her a story. They were both around mid-twenties, tall and, by my judgement, rather good looking. As they spoke, her eyes flashed between them, sparkling and alive. I could tell she fancied at least one of them, and so I started to think of an excuse to leave her alone with them. I sat down, and Sarah introduced me to Phil and Tony, a couple of English lads staying in the same hotel as us. After the introductions, I started with this whole cock and bull story about looking at property in the area, and how my contact out here was only available tonight to talk me through the legal details of buying property here.
As I was explaining this, I kept glancing over to Sarah to see if she was getting my drift. Needless to say, she played along, moaning about having to cut the night short.
"Well, we could look after you for the night." Offered Phil. "I mean, we'd only planned to hang out around the bar for the evening. But you are welcome to join us though."
Sarah looked at me with eyes that betrayed her feelings. She wanted this. "Why don't we do that then honey?" I asked. "I can do all the boring stuff with my contact tonight, and we'll go look at some properties tomorrow."
"That's settled then." Said Phil with possibly more finality than was warranted. We chatted about all and nothing whilst I finished my drink. The guys seemed nice enough and Sarah definitely had the hots for Phil, so I left them to it.
I returned to the hotel room, and settled in for a long wait. My mind raced with anticipation and anxiety. I paced around the room, wondering what my love was up to. I took a shower, and went to put on the TV. I quickly decided against this, as the room needed to appear quiet and empty for Sarah's show later. I paced some more, crossing my fingers and hoping that all would go to plan. I lay on the bed, naked and horny, waiting for Sarah's return. Eventually the combination of travel, sun, wine and anxiety took its toll on me, and I started to feel drowsy.
I decided that the best course of action was to go to sleep in the wardrobe. How strange and alien it felt taking a blanket off the bed and settling down naked in a wardrobe! I lay in the darkness for a while, willing Sarah's return, but soon dropped off to sleep.
"No, honestly, he won't be back for ages!"
I woke with the words running around my head. I was still trying to make sense of them as I heard Sarah's giggling and a loud thump as the bedroom door was barged open.
It all came rushing back in an instant. The pounding in my ears, the heady feeling and the heavy breathing returned with a vengeance.
"Ok then, it's your call. No skin off my nose!" Said a man's voice.
It was Phil. My instinct had been right - she did like him!
Quietly, I shifted off the blanket on the floor into my 'throne'. I'd left the wardrobe doors open just enough.
"Please don't let them do it on the sofa!" I thought.
My fears were allayed, as Sarah was the first to come stumbling into view. Both were clearly drunk, and Sarah's evening dress had the first couple of buttons undone, showing as much cleavage as is possible without actually having here tits on display.
They stood locked in a kiss at the foot of the bed, Phil's hands roaming all over Sarah's body. Her hand came up behind his head, as if trying to pull the whole of him into her mouth. This was more passionate that I had expected. This was not like a tacky porn movie. This was the real thing.
Phil stood back, and started pulling Sarah's dress over her head. She obligingly raised her arms for him.
I couldn't believe I was sitting here watching another man undress the woman I loved. Sarah's face was flushed, and her nipples hard. She stared up into Phil's eyes, smiling all the time, whilst she unbuttoned his shirt.
What a body he had! I felt a twinge of inadequacy as I watched her pull down his shorts, stand back up, and lock into another deep kiss. How gorgeous they looked together. She, with her smooth white skin against him, with his tanned, muscled body.
After a short while Phil got impatient, scooped Sarah up and literally threw her onto the bed. Although this made me feel a little angry and protective of her, I could tell from Sarah's delighted squeal that she liked being handled roughly.
From my position I could now see Phil's cock in all its glory. He was, to say the least, a big lad. Again, I felt that twinge of inadequacy, but the feeling was now somehow mixed into the whole heady emotion of the situation. I was as so turned on, I dared not touch myself. I did not want to come before they did, and have to sit there, un-aroused, as they finished off.
"Come here big boy!" murmured Sarah.
Phil literally jumped on her! Once again, I was afraid for her safety, but I could tell by her soft whisphers that all was well.
Phil smothered Sarah's lithe frame. Sarah wiggled her legs free, and instantly spread them and pulled her knees up towards her chest. They appeared to dry hump for a while. Sarah's feet, dangling in mid air, wobbled with their rhythm.
Once again Phil took the lead. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled off her and began rubbing her pussy. I could actually hear the wet sloppy sounds coming from her. She responded by grabbing his cock, and pumping it.
This situation did not last for long, as they were both more than ready to fuck. Without warning, Phil rolled back on top of Sarah, reached down, and guided himself into her.
I don't know if she'd done it on purpose, but they were positioned just so that I could actually see his dick at her pussy entrance. I couldn't believe my luck! He started rubbing himself up and down her soft slit, causing low moans to escape Sarah's lips.
"Mmm, please, please." She whimplered.
"Please what?" Phil replied, obviously enjoying taunting her as she had probably taunted him all evening.
"Please fuck me!"
With that, Phil thrust himself into my beautiful girlfriend. I watched mesmerised as his thick prick spread her soft pink pussy lips, sliding into her, before my 'pussy view' was obscured.
As Sarah made a long 'ohh' sound, I came all over my lap. The orgasm seemed to go on for ages as I watched Phil pick up speed. This was the first time in my life I'd cum without being touched.
I sat in a trance for a while, watching Sarah get well and truly fucked. I expected my own excitement to subside after having cum, but this was not the case. Almost immediately I felt myself rising once again to the occasion.
Phil was now resting on his hands, and Sarah was lying back, arms and legs akimbo. Her eyes were shut tight as she mouthed 'oh, oh' over and over. I watched captivated as her tits bounced up and down to their rhythm. Phil increased his pace - the guy was like a machine. Sarah's vocalisations became louder as the pace increased. They went at it for a good twenty minutes. Sarah started thrashing around, shaking her head violently from side to side, I could see she was having a huge orgasm.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes" She cried.
I sat there in the dark, my dick as hard as steel, trying not to touch myself. Phil's hard thrusting seemed to become frantic as he collapsed on top of Sarah. As his muscles started to spasm, Sarah wrapped her arms and legs around him, again pulling him as close as possible.
Phil's body suddenly went stiff. He let out a low moan and pushed himself further into my beloved girlfriend. He was coming inside her. Sarah clung onto his thick frame, holding the back of his head as they came together.
"Ugh, fill me up, please, please." She moaned breathlessly as the final throes of orgasm washed over them.
For a while, they just lay still. I became impatient.
"Come on, you've had your fun!" I thought. "It's my turn now!"
We'd not really considered this part of the plan. I wondered how Sarah would deal with this.
Presently, Phil raised himself on his hands, as if doing a press-up, and rolled off Sarah. I heard a sucking, plopping sound from her pussy, but did not have time to see it before she closed her legs.
Phil got up, and went to the bathroom. Sarah looked over at my hideaway and smiled a very happy smile at me. My heart leapt - in some strange way, I'd forgotten my own presence there. Sarah's acknowledging me brought me back to reality!
"Look, I'd better go before your man comes back." Phil said from the bathroom door. Whether or not she meant it, Sarah seemed disappointed.
"You don't have to." She replied sulkily.
Sarah clambered under the sheets, as if to deny him any more pleasure for the night. "Look, that was amazing, but really, I'd like to have you to myself for a whole day or something." Phil continued. "So I'm not looking over my shoulder the whole time - know what I mean?"
Sarah did her tinkling laugh for him. Phil's resolve seemed to melt, just as mine does when she does that laugh.
"I'll see what I can do." She said flatly. That amused me;
"Yeah, she wants to run it past me first!" I thought.
"Ok, then. Will you be around the pool tomorrow?" he asked as he pulled on his shorts. "I will now!" Sarah crooned.
"Then I'll see you then." He said with a definite finality. "Ok, see you then."
With that, he left. The minute I heard the door click shut, I slid open the wardrobe door. Sarah and I stared at each other, neither of us knowing quite what to say.
Once again, Sarah took the lead.
"Well, my perverted little man."
Perverted and little - yes I suppose I was! This was the time to enjoy being exactly that!
"Come over here." She ordered.
I walked slowly over to the bed, my dick waggling in front of me, hard as steel. Sarah's domination of me was a rapidly growing part of this whole venture, and although unplanned, I was starting to really get off on it.
"On your knees, my little pervert."
I obliged, kneeling beside the bed where she had taken her first (and by the looks of things not last) lover.
Sarah stuck a foot out from under the covers. I leaned forward to kiss and nibble her toes as she continued.
"I've just been shagged properly, you know."
The feelings of inadequacy grew and merged into the hornyness I was already feeling. "All you'd do for me tonight is make me sore!" She scolded.
"Is there nothing I could do for you?" I replied, my chagrin increasing.
I think from my reaction to her blowjob story in London, she'd decided to take it one step further - we both knew where this was going.
"Perhaps." She teased.
With that, she swung her gorgeous legs over the side of the bed in front of me, and took my chin in her hand, looking deep into my eyes.
Something in her eyes had changed. She had all the power right now. We both knew that was how things were going to be from now on.
She dropped my chin, pushed me back, and lifted her foot up again to be kissed. I started with her instep, kissing a trail up to her ankle.
I looked up at her for permission to continue. She nodded her approval in a dismissive, haughty way. My trail of kisses ran up her calf, and over her knee. I planted two kisses on her gorgeous thighs before looking up at her again. With that, she leaned back and spread her thighs for me, pulling my head gently towards her warm wetness.
Pressed up against the side of the bed, I continued my trail of light kisses up her inner thighs. The smell of sex was heady, overpowering. I glanced up at her pussy. I don't ever recall seeing it in quite that state before.
Her normally thin lips were puffy, red and slick with cum, as was the whole area around. Her clitoris stuck out proud and shiny with cum. The surrounding area was wet and slightly sticky. I began to gently lick the surrounding area clean. As my lips came closer to her pussy, she began to clench and release her pelvic muscles. This in turn caused a series of wet sounds to emanate from between her puffed up lips. I kissed her lips gently, making her quiver involuntarily. I took the soft fleshy parts into my mouth, and gently sucked off her lovers cum. This time I could really taste it, and it left a strange taste at the back of my mouth. Ever so gently, I ran my tongue up her pussy, over and over, between all her delicate folds. This caused little puddles of cum to pool at the top of her sex with each stroke. Pursing my lips, I sucked up the little warm pools of cum, savouring the combined flavour of their sex. Sarah had started to moan again. I wondered if I might get some 'sloppy seconds' after all.
Sarah, however had different ideas. Standing up, she pushed me onto my back, and knelt either side of my head. She then lowered her full weight onto my face, and began to rub her wet sex up and down. I grabbed breaths of fresh air as and when I could. Her pussy tasted so different filled with another man's cum! She was so wet, that she was having trouble actually sitting on my face without sliding around! She then took a little of the weight off my face, and continued rubbing herself up and down. I could feel her stretched pussy engulfing my nose with each stroke. I pushed upwards, cramming as much as my face into her pussy as I could. I could feel her and her lover's cum dribbling down the side of my face, and pooling underneath my head. I was licking and sucking her clean like my life depended on it!
Although I could hear very little from my position, I could feel Sarah's pussy spasm as she had another orgasm. This time, my mouth was flooded with her and Phil's sex, and I actually had to gulp some down to stop from suffocating!
Sarah clambered off me and back into bed. She turned and looked at me, holding open the covers so I could join her. We cuddled up together, exchanging long, deep kisses.
I went to climb on top of her, but she stopped me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm sore, remember?"
"No room for a little one?" I joked.
"Oh go on then." She said with a smile.
With that, I climbed on top of her, missionary style, and guided myself into her. Phil had really stretched her. This, combined with all the cum still inside her, meant that she could barely even feel me in there!
I, however, need virtually no stimulation at all, and came pretty much immediately, thrusting myself up the passage where another man had been only moments before. Heaven!
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