Pleasured at Last v.2: A swinger, hotwife, menage erotic story

by Alexandra Vaughn

  His dick protruded, hard and ready, and Will did nothing as Karla leaned toward him, out from the fucking mass she had been embroiled in before, and slid her face beneath his shaft, her eyes closing as it lay upon her cheek. She sighed, the sound whimpering and light yet thrumming in her throat, then suddenly extended her tongue and licked, right from the base all the way to Will’s tip, trailing wetness along behind it. William gasped, and Karla took hold of her husband’s cock at the root and lined it up with her mouth. She licked her lips, but didn’t do what naturally came next. Instead, her eyes flickered with sensual mischief.

  ‘You want it, baby?’ She crooned, as smoothly as she was able with both her cunt and ass filled to capacity. ‘You want me to suck you off? Take dick in all three holes for you? You wanna- mmm, f-fuck, right there Warren- w-wanna be one of the handsome men fucking the shit out of your slutty wife, baby?’

  As if able to see the thoughts burning through Will’s mind and obeying some unspoken group sex etiquette as a result, Warren reached down and flicked Karla’s clit with his finger as she finished speaking, her mouth opening wide in an answering scream of sensation. William’s hands raced forward, fingers gripping his wife’s dark hair and pulling her forward, cutting off the sound by plunging his hard cock into her open mouth. Karla’s eyes flew wide open in unexpected shock, looking up and amazed with her husband’s newfound assertiveness. She moaned in wordless appreciation as he began fucking her mouth without warning, driving his cock to the back of her throat so that she gagged for him just as she had for Warren and Chris. Keeping her steadied with a firm grip, Will used her at his own pace, leaving Karla to regain the rhythm and close her lips around him, sucking hard and fast as he thrust his hips into her warm, wet hole.

  No words could do the scene justice, and thus, no words were said. Karla, of course, couldn’t talk; she had become the fulcrum of sexuality here, the focus of all male attention in the room and the conduit through which all pleasure flowed. Fucked in the ass, pussy, and mouth, she threw herself into her newfound role with gusto, spreading her legs wider, working her tongue harder, muffed squeals of ecstasy the only things able to escape around William’s dick in her mouth. The men merely grunted, unwilling to talk and growing remarkably single minded as orgasm approached. Will looked down for the first time, past his wife’s face, to marvel at his new perspective on the action; he could see her beautiful ass spread far better from this vantage point, could watch his wife take a big, thick cock right there, in that tight little hole she had only recently begun sharing with Will himself. He could hear the wetness of his wife’s pussy dripping down Warren’s shaft beneath her, the slapping sound of fucking, the harsh fluttering of Karla’s breathing as she exerted herself, committing so completely to taking on all three men at once.

  Filled with cock, taking it in all her holes… Karla’s heart raced with perverse bliss. The very notion of it, the idea that she was fucking three men at the same time, triggered her orgasm, made her come shamelessly, loudly, boldly. So unlike the prim, respectable housewife that everyone saw outside of this bedroom, so free to play the whore and enjoy it, buoyed up by the support of the men who had made this possible. Karla came, her body singing with sexuality reclaimed. Karla came, envisioning a future in which pleasures of this sort were always within her reach, and all she had to do was reach out and grab them with her darling husband.

  Karla came, and her nerves screamed with pure, white-hot sensation.

  It had never been like this before, never this sudden and intense, orgasm as a pure, blinding force that filled Karla up and emptied her of everything else. Perhaps it was because William was here, for the first time her body was able to cut loose without the guilt of hiding it from him. Unrestrained from worry for the first time, Karla shuddered in orgasm, her hips burning bright with pleasure, traceries of it bubbling and spitting higher through her, climbing her spine, tensing her muscles, making her surrender, second by second, to the pure, blinding sensation of climax. Her body bucked and writhed of its own accord, pussy and ass reveling in the feeling of being filled, of the two hard prongs inside her that, at the very moment of her orgasm, began to spew their seed into her sensitive, convulsing holes.

  She would have screamed, but that her mouth was full. She wanted to scream, to bellow her pleasure to the rafters, particularly because, with a growl of satisfaction and a tightening of his grip in her hair, William came too. The tip of him twitched and pulsed on her tongue, spurting warm, salty come into her, shot after shot of it that filled Karla’s mouth and sent her body spiraling down into climax anew. Karla tasted him, his very essence, felt it drip down her tongue in an act so delightfully primal that it strung down her nerves, pulling tight at some bestial connection between the taste and her clit, somehow adding to her pleasure.

  She drank him down, swallowed the offering of the man she loved, the final proof of his willingness to be adventurous with her. She swallowed his come, as the other men filled her with theirs. Every second of it came with its own paroxysm of pure ecstasy, its own wave of pleasure, which Karla rode all the way to Nirvana.

  William was the first to disengage when it was all over, his cock sliding from her mouth with a notable pop, as Karla was still working on instinct, suckling him through the aftershocks of climax. He managed to step, awkwardly, backward off the bed before collapsing, weak-kneed, into a sitting position on the carpet. He panted heavily, but he wasn’t the only one; Warren did so too, and Karla herself could only barely keep herself kneeling upright, shaking arms supporting her. Only Chris, with his youth, seemed even vaguely okay, and even he lay back the moment he pulled out of the woman, sprawling himself length-ways across the bed, his cock still sticky.

  ‘Holy crap,’ he said, and nobody felt it necessary to reply. Stillness prevailed, after the flurry of rutting that had preceded it, as all caught their breath. In time, Karla slipped off of Warren, casting the man one final, grateful smile, before she slithered to the floor beside her husband, limbs feeling strangely boneless, and laid an arm around him.

  She was relieved when he returned the gesture, perhaps fearing some sudden, irrevocable change might have come upon them once they had finished this, and the haze of arousal had lifted from their mind. Who knew what William might have thought, once he’d been given some time to think? And yet he embraced Karla anyway, drawing the woman close, caring not for the sweat that sheened her skin, nor the come leaking from between her legs. She was his, and she had returned to him even after enjoying the company of other men, apparently very successfully.

  She may have come for them, but Karla had come back to William.

  ‘Thank you for that,’ she murmured to him, eyes downcast and head leaning against his shoulder. In a louder voice, she said, ‘thank you, everyone. That was… that was amazing.’

  ‘Agreed!’ Chris did not raise his head, but did give them all a hazy thumbs up.

  ‘Yeah, no problem, Karla,’ Warren rose to a sitting position, rotating first one shoulder, then the other, working stiffness from tired muscles. ‘Hopefully we can do it again.’

  That last part had been directed mostly at Will, the virgin of the group, whose reactions would determine much of what happened now. The man was silent for a while, not out of malice, but merely to collect his thoughts.

  ‘I think we could work that out,’ he said, eventually. Turning his head, William kissed his wife, their lips touching softly, tenderly. ‘I mean, I haven’t even seen this club that Karla keeps raving about. Feels like it’d be a missed opportunity if I didn’t after all this.’

  ‘Good man!’ Warren grinned, got to his feet. He clapped Will on the shoulder as he passed, heading to the door. ‘This has been great at all, but I think Chris and I will be taking our leave.’

  ‘Actually, I might just wait a minute, until my legs remember how to stand,’ Chris replied, still supine on the bed.

  ‘Now, Chris,’ Warren insisted, his eyes flicking to the couple on the floor, who undoubtedly
had much to discuss now. Chris grumbled, in the good-natured way that young people tended to, and took a second to rearrange his clothes and zip up his fly, before allowing himself to be led out of the bedroom. Warren closed the door, but before he did, he cast an encouraging smile and a wink toward Karla, sprawled out on the carpet in her husband’s embrace, contemplating a whole new world of sexual freedom, and how they might proceed into it as a married couple. There was so much negotiation in their future, now especially that Will knew what this felt like, to see his wife with another man and celebrate it.

  He closed the door, and let himself out. Silently, Warren wished them luck, and hoped, truly hoped, that he would see the two of them at Malcolm’s club in the near future.

  ***

  ‘So…’ Karla trailed off, hoping that William would somehow discover what her question was on his own. ‘What do you think?’

  William ran a hand through his hair, string off into the middle distance with strange, wide eyes. Satisfaction was easy to detect in his face, Karla had no doubt in her mind that Will had enjoyed himself while he was doing it, but she wondered whether that was enough; it was possible for a person to like something and still know that it is bad for them, after all. There was still, Karla’s treacherous mind reminded her, room for Will to regret what had happened, and for all her joyful hopes to come tumbling down around her. When her husband’s eyes flicked to the door, she actually flinched, tension mounting as he stared at it.

  ‘Come to bed with me,’ Will said finally, his voice soft and small, tender in its way. He stood and, looking down at Karla the entire time, stripped off his shirt and pants so that he stood as naked as she was. She took his proffered hand and allowed herself to be led to the bed; not just any old place on the bed, as her fumbling, desperate sex with Warren and Chris had brought her, but onto the bed proper, laid down on the pillows with her husband leaning over her. She did not question it when he spread her legs, nor when he sank into her, cock sliding in to the base as his lips descended, kissing and kissing his wife’s face, neck, shoulders, breasts, nipples… everywhere.

  They made love in their bed, quiet and tender, all gentle gliding hands and slow, rhythmic thrusting, absorbed in one another the entire time. William worshiped his wife’s body, deified her with his fingers and his tongue, adored her with nipping teeth and a throbbing cock, took her and marked her with his semen, spurting inside her. Karla came readily, once, twice, three times under his insistent, loving thrusts and stroking hands, gasping his name with the sort of passion that would have seemed long gone just a few months prior. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he came, clinging to him so that he could not leave her right away, so that he stayed on top of her as he softened, her wetness staining his cock. They kissed each other like that, for what seemed like hours, until the taste of William was so embedded on Karla’s tongue that she felt she might not taste anything else, ever again.

  ‘I think that you’re beautiful,’ William said, once they finally uncoupled. ‘And I think you’re incredibly sexy when you’re enjoying yourself, like you were with those guys. I want you to keep enjoying yourself, because I do too.’

  ‘In that case…’ Karla smiled, propped herself up on one elbow. ‘I’ve got some ideas about what we could do when you go on your next business trip, my dear…’

  ***

  William was glad, ultimately, that he had remembered to pack headphones.

  Karla could be quite loud just generally, and the tinny inbuilt speakers on his laptop amplified her every moan and scream into something unpleasantly shrill, easily loud enough to reach through the walls of Will’s hotel room to clue his neighbors in on what was going on next door. The small pair of ear buds that he had packed along with the machine solved the problem quite nicely, and also provided him a clearer sound quality that turned his wife’s sexy voice into a real turn on. He watched, through her webcam, as she fucked Reggie doggie-style, positioned so that her face and pendulous, hanging breasts were in clear view of the camera, and only Reggie’s scything hips were visible to Will, on the other side of the video call. Skype really was wonderful.

  William himself had already come, his cock slowly softening in his lap as he watched from his hotel bed, footage of his wife in the throes of pleasure. By this point the pair of them were reaching the end themselves, and Will actually found himself applauding when his wife finally curled up on the bed, naked and sated, looking up into the camera with the sexiest look in her eyes Will had ever seen.

  ‘Thanks for the standing ovation,’ Karla panted, laughing. ‘But I wasn’t exactly doing that for the accolades.’

  ‘Eh, that’s okay,’ Will shrugged. ‘I’m not really standing.’

  ‘I am!’ Reggie called, his voice muffled by the microphone’s poor range.

  ‘Oh hush, you,’ Karla turned momentarily, waved a limp wristed hand in Reggie’s general direction. The man wandered out of frame, and Karla rolled back around, ‘so, you said you had something to tell me, love?’

  ‘Yeah, I did,’ Will sat back on his hands and took a breath, wondering how, exactly, he was going to phrase this. ‘We’ve been doing this for… what, a few weeks now? Long enough, anyway. I was kinda giving it some time, seeing if days passing would somehow convince me that all this was wrong, that we should stop it… maybe distance from all this would have brought clarity. But it didn’t, Karla. I’m… addicted, to this. I love it, I love doing this swinging thing with you, and I don’t want it to stop.’

  ‘That’s really great, Will,’ Karla smiled. ‘I’ve been waiting for that to happen too. Like, “when’s the time bomb going to go off? When’s he just going to up and leave me over this? Aaaaa…” You’d think I should have learned after the first week or so, but then, I am a pessimist.’

  ‘So I think we should take this to the next level, Karla,’ Will said, perhaps more solemnly than he should have. ‘I don’t know if you’re ready for that, but I sure am.’

  ‘… What are you saying, Will?’

  ‘I’m saying…’ And here, he took a deep breath and leaned forward toward the screen, the cheap hotel bed creaking beneath him. ‘I think we should go to that sex club together soon.’

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