He smiled at her as well and assured her, “It’s okay, Cynthia…Come here. We’ll take it slow.”
Cynthia looked at Trent who instinctively pulled her back, which made a pit of fear quake obnoxiously within her stomach.
Trent shrugged and gave her a look as though he was suddenly very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but despite her uneasiness, Cynthia knew that this was both her job and her husband’s job and she had promised him on their wedding day that she would be his strength when he was weak and so, she smiled at him and nodded, before breaking apart from him.
She didn’t look back. She couldn’t look back and so, she just kept her smile, thought of Trent and moved towards the full, crimson colored comforter, that welcomed her with tight, plush pillows busting towards her in the same manner which she pressed her bosom towards the men in hopes to portray a senses of excitement for what they were about to do.
However, truthfully, she had no idea whether she should be excited or terrified, because although she liked sex, she had never done it with more than one man and certainly did not have anyone watching her.
The closest she ever came to this situation was while she was going through an experimental phase in college, when her and her two roommates were feeling particularly horny and decided to touch one another in order to see what it would feel like. Even though it really was just a phase, the sensation of having two different people exciting completely different parts of her body at once, was fairly overwhelming, but also intoxicating. Therefore, she hoped that if she had to do this, once they got going, the sexual tension that was obviously apparent in the room would take over and give her the pleasure that she wanted to be able to crave.
***
As she moved towards the men, she shared a glance between them and began to unbutton her blouse in preparation. At first, she thought that her attempt to gain their attention was working wonderfully, but then, Mr. Rossini’s voice boomed, “Wait!” with vigor.
Immediately, Cynthia stopped, but soon realized that his eyes were looking past her figure, at Trent.
Naturally, the gaze of the two other people in the room flickered towards him as well. Feeling all six eyes on him, Trent laughed nervously, “I’ll just give you guys some privacy…”
“No!” The senior executive said firmly, “Sit over there and enjoy the show.” He then smiled at Trent in the same manner that he first smiled at Cynthia and just as she had, he knew immediately that was not merely a suggestion. “Enjoy yourself, kid. This is supposed to be fun…for everyone involved.” The way his tone bowed around his last word made Cynthia feel as though there were suddenly eyes on the back of her head and eventually, the other two pairs looked to her also, as though to confirm the shift in attention.
Trent smiled wearily back at his boss, right before his eyes shifted away from his wife in a quick, almost ashamed sense, before he made his way over to the couch and sat in it heavily.
Cynthia’s eyes were fixated on Trent so greatly, that she didn’t even notice the body moving up behind her, until she felt warm flesh kissing her neck and strong arms curbing around her body.
Her heart began to beat and immediately, her breasts began to tingle with animalistic anticipation, but she wasn’t sure if the sensation she felt was due to fear or genuine allure.
The hands surrounding her then continued the task of unbuttoning her shirt, while the other man moved over to her and kissed her lips in an immediately sensual way. His lips tasted fresh and intriguing against her own while his tongue skillfully thrust into her mouth and caressed her with the same strength and overpowering demeanor as the rest of his body possessed.
Immediately, Cynthia felt her body temperature begin to heat up, but as Mr. Rossini held her close and carefully peeled her shirt back, exposing her chest and stomach, a chill ran through her and she groaned, while James took this opportunity to curl his own strong, masculine hands around her bodice and lightly curve his way up, towards her breasts. His touch was just rough enough to be manly, without making it uncomfortable and when his hands found her bra, he quickly removed it and pressed his hands against her breasts.
Once her shirt was removed, Mr. Rossini’s arms moved around towards her pelvis and he pressed carefully against the summit between her legs. Even through the clothes, the pressure and warmth of his hands, along with the titillate sensation she experienced as James grasped her breasts in his hands and held them out, so that the pads of his thumbs could graze over her nipples, instantly making them hard, caused Cynthia to thrust her head back on the Mr. Rossini’s shoulder and gasp at the extreme buildup of sensations she felt.
“Shhh…” She heard him whisper in her ear, as his hot breath danced upon her cheek, before she felt herself get brought back, onto the bed, placed between Mr. Rossini’s legs, pressing against his bare manhood. As soon as he touched the nakedness of her back, she felt him pulse against her.
James didn’t stop fondling her until Mr. Rossini was able to take over, rubbing her nipple with his
James then slowly moved his hands down her body, until he reached her jeans. He moved to pull them off of her and she flinched, more out of excitement than nervousness, but nonetheless, she immediately felt Mr. Rossini tighten his hold on her, with one hand remaining on her breast, while the other brought her neck back and tilted her head so that he could immerse her in a deep, moist, passionate kiss, while James removed her pants.
Once she was naked, his and came off of her breast, leaving her now completely erect nipples feeling unsatisfied enough that her hand wavered to catch his, but instead, he grasped her wrist and with a slight amount of force, put her hand on his staff, which grew in her hand the second that she touched it.
As she massaged him, trying to do well for the position that she was in, he returned to stroking her bosom, just as she felt hands spread her legs apart with intent, before a face plunged into her already moist, heated flesh.
***
His tongue was wet and meticulous as it entered her quickly, while his arms held down her legs, giving him ultimate control.
The shock of emotion that immediately coursed through her was intense and so, she let out a scream, but her voice was masked by the mouth that encompassed her own and the other tongue that reached farther down her throat.
She shuttered with a euphoric sense of pleasure that grew steadily as the seconds passed by. Cynthia felt as though her entire body was being stimulated. She had never felt so wet and so aroused before.
Strangely, the fact that she couldn’t get away from this torturous sense of immense pleasure made it feel all the better. So, she did the only thing she could and focused on sensually kneading at Mr. Rossini’s manhood.
However, as James delved deeper into her, gyrated his tongue around inside of her way that hit her G-spot in a way that made her want to cry, she began to groan and scream through the kisses until finally, Mr. Rossini allowed her to breathe and scream, before sucking in a deep breath which hurt her parched lungs.
“Oh God…” She moaned as her body wriggled around with a sense of uncontrollable excitement.
Then, before she could get too out of control, James pulled back and she felt Mr. Rossini’s breath in her ear again as he grasped her hair and pulled it back, “Don’t you dare cum yet…We are far from finished with you...”
When the pressure released, she thought that she would calm down a little, but her body remained as primed as ever as Mr. Rossini lay down on the bed and pushed her face down, into his engorged manhood into her mouth.
As it filled her throat, she met it with a moan, before immediately pulling up, before moving straight back down. When she did this, she felt it pulse and reverberate inside of her, while he groaned with excitement. She pulled up again and James came up behind her as she sat propped on all fours. She felt his presence only moments before she felt him insert his two fingers into her, while helping to thrust the pressure by placing his other hand on the lower part of her back and pulsing down.
Once again, she screamed with pleasure and a coursing sense of moist, delicious excitement, but the thick, slick rod that she had between her lips muted the sound.
The two of them continued to insert themselves into her for a few more moments, before Mr. Rossini pulled himself out of her and even though she pawed at him, he pulled her up towards her and while James repositioned himself on the bed, Mr. Rossini smiled at her and said, “We are about to make you explode,” before he moved off of her and Cynthia’s eyes flashed over to James, who smirked at her and motioned for her to get on top of him.
For the first time since they started this adventure, she paused, but the thumping in her vaginal area that seemed to call out to his throbbing shaft, which protruded out welcomingly did not allow her to think for very much longer.
She also didn’t dare turn around, even for a moment, because she couldn’t bear the thought of what Trent must be thinking at this moment.
So, in an effort to keep her promise to her husband that she would try her best to please his bosses and also please herself in the process, no matter what, she took the invitation and willingly mounted James.
***
As she shifted down upon his pulsing manhood, feeling the warmth of him finally entering into her tight, receptive body.
The two of them rocked back and forth, to allow him to enter her as deeply as possible before she felt Mr. Rossini behind her, grasping at her shoulders, before quickly thrusting it into her behind.
Her scream of surprise soon turned into a groan of pleasure as his heavily erected member slid easily into her as she relaxed herself and allowed them both to have their way with her.
With the two of them consuming her, taking turns plunging themselves in and out of her body, she felt almost paralyzed. Her body could not get a break from their thrusting hips and the sensations that they were awarding her body as they both moved with a passion that could not be denied.
As they moved back and forth, upon her, her body felt a sense of pain and pleasure that was equal and overbearing. Between each thrust, she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another movement forced the air from her lungs again.
The three of them were burning hot and as they began to fall into a lovemaking cadence, which enticed their bodies incredibly well, Cynthia felt her whole body become wet as what she hoped to be the final buildup began.
As the lovemaking continued and her breath stayed rapid, while she was consumed not only between them, but also in her own state of euphoria, she felt her climax reaching a critical level. Every breath she exhaled was either accompanied by a moan or a scream, which was met with two other similar sounds of pleasure.
The ability to scream aloud as the peak of her excitement grew closer was a luxury that she now appreciated as her body writhed uncontrollably between them.
Yet, the more she struggled, with her the deeper they penetrated her and the louder her gasps for air and screams became.
The pleasure that she was receiving from them was almost painful and as her heart beat ferociously in her chest, she wondered if the approaching orgasm would come with death, because that was almost how good it hurt her.
As the two of them groaned and moaned with a sense of excitement, she first felt Mr. Rossini’s exclamation of deliverance, just before one last shudder caused him to release and he stiffened with the feeling of its throbbing discharge. The feeling of the warm flood of manhood only intensified her excitement as Mr. Rossini pulled her back into him and held her securely, while his hands forced her hips back and forth across him slowly as he finished, while James took charge of his own rhythm, intensifying his thrusts until she felt him fill her moistened peach with the great nectar of his manhood.
While the two men flowed, Cynthia lost complete control of herself. She thrust her body back and forth, countering their movements in quick succession, clenching onto James’ shoulders with desperation to finally have the ability to finish. As she coursed back and forth with something that was almost fury, she brought on a heated, cataclysmic response, as her own sensation took her breath from her. She groaned as she pulsated back and forth, feeling the two of them careening into her with her own, crazed rhythm until finally, she felt her body explode in a dizzying, blinding array of ecstasy.
When she was finished, she felt the two men surrounding her, as her body throbbed with spasms of pleasure that tightened around both of the men.
Then, once they were satisfied, Mr. Rossini eased his way out of her, before she lifted herself off of James and the three of them collapsed on the bed.
The moment was so intense, that Cynthia had completely forgot that Trent was still there, but when the thought of him came into her mind, she sat up quickly and stared at him.
He held his own staff of life in his hand still, with his hand in his pants and a strange expression on his face.
While seeing him made Cynthia horny all over again, since he was truly the man that she wanted throughout the entirety of her life, she could not immediately tell what he was thinking, even from his position or expression.
She moved towards him and he stood up to greet her. When she hugged him and batted her eyes at him, still completely naked, but otherwise ignoring that she was covered in an array of lovemaking moisture, he asked her simply, “Are you okay?”
She smiled with a wild look in her eye and nodded. Then, she let her eyes wander down to his pants, before rolling over to the bed as she inquired, “Did you like that?”
It took her a moment to turn back to face him, but when she did, she saw a large smile crossing his face and his eyes were giddy; “I did.” He answered.
“Good…” She said, giving him a suggestive look and replied, “Because I can’t wait to do it again…but first,” she smiled, “I’m going to do things to you that you can’t even imagine!”
With that, they shared a passionate kiss and Cynthia knew that this was the start of a whole new life for her and her husband. She would always be faithful to him, but from this moment on, she knew that neither one of them could stand the idea of being completely monogamous.
When they pulled away, she smiled at him and shrugged, before shifting her eyes between him and his bosses, “See…I told you I would do anything for you.”
Trent’s eyes grew to have the same wild sense that hers did and he sneered.
She returned the gaze and through curled lips, she answered, “And the best thing is, I’m just getting started
Story 39
“Oh, Melanie, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned, his hand gently caressing her soft face as he kissed her.
She smiled up at him and closed her eyes, resting her head on the comfortable pillow. He didn’t feel her return his kiss, she just lay there with her mouth open. He released her tongue and kissed her lips, then worked his way down her chin and neck. The soft round mounds of her breasts looked so inviting with the honey brown nipples standing right up at him. He took one in his mouth, nibbling it slowly. Her gasp wasn’t as sharp as he remembered. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive areola - that always made her giggle. She hardly made a sound. His searching hand slid down to the moist opening between her legs, slipping a finger in. Her dispassionate groan annoyed him.
“Melanie.” He sighed, pushing himself off her. “Is something bothering you?”
“No, Dave… I’m fine.” She replied flatly.
“Really?” He stared at her. ‘We’ve been married four years now, and I can pretty much tell when you’re upset.”
“Well, okay.” She looked into his gray eyes. “I’m not really upset… just worried… about the future.”
“Is that why you’ve been like this for the past few weeks whenever we make love?” He sat up and stared out of the window.
“No, baby.” She sighed, drawing the covers over her naked hips and breasts. “I mean… well, kind of.”
“But what are you worried about?” He asked with a hint of frustration. “I’m doing great at work, and
our online blog’s getting enough hits to generate ad revenues.”
“I know, Dave.” She caressed his arm slowly, her eyes drifting off him. “But lately I’ve been having these strange thoughts…”
“What kind of thoughts?”
“I don’t know… I’ve been having these strange urges…” She took a deep breath. “I can’t really explain it… even to myself.”
“We could go to a shrink.” He offered, eyeing her with care.
“Oh, hell, no.” She laughed, making him feel a bit better. “We’re not paying some stranger money to tell me what’s wrong with my mind…”
“What about going on a vacation…” He leaned over her and caressed her honey brown hair. “…to Hawaii or Europe?”
“Sure, honey.” She pulled the sheets up to her chin. “We can think about it later. Let’s get some sleep now, I’m tired.”
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