by Mia Moore
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Derek edges closer, his hand rolling and massaging his cock.
I rise up and this time place Mason’s shaft against my opening. I can’t wait any longer.
“Ahhh…” It’s a whisper that escapes my lips as I lower onto him, my cunt deliciously stretched and filled.
His fingers clutch my hips and ass, pushing and pulling me harder onto him, as he arches his hips up.
Derek’s cock brushes against my lips and I open my mouth to take him in, lick the head and grasp the shaft with my hand, greedy for more cock.
“Oh yeah baby, suck him.” Mason’s hips thrust up, hard, press deep inside, hurt me in the way I crave.
I suck Derek’s cock like my life depends on it. My head bobs up and down his shaft. He arches forward each time I lower, fucking my mouth, his hand fisted in my hair. His breath hisses through clenched teeth and he pulls away.
I’m left empty, lips still parted. I glance up at his face and see him smile and drop to his knees in front of me.
“Remember what I said in the bar.” He eases forward, to my pussy.
I fall backwards as much as my knees will allow, arching and exposing my cunt to his tongue. Oh fuck, just the tip of it on my clit… “Oh yeah…more.”
I roll to the side and pull my leg out from under me and then do the same with my other leg. Mason’s cock inside me presses a new place in my cunt…the spongy flesh of my G spot.
Derek’s elbows push my knees wide. I’m spread out, impaled on my husband’s shaft, watching Derek’s fingers spread my swollen pussy lips and his mouth lower till it’s on me. His tongue drags across my swollen bud again and again.
Everything else in my senses fades. There is only the thick cock rhythmically pulsing into me, creating waves of lust as my clit is ravaged and sucked. It builds slowly, consuming my cunt, flowing to every cell in my body…legs tremble…muscles deep inside a quivering vise straining on the thick hot cock filling me.
Mason’s hips thrust up stretching me even more, his chin pressing into my shoulder and breath hot in my ear. “Oh Anna.” His hips jerk uncontrollably, pushing me harder onto Derek’s mouth. Another tsunami of pleasure spreads through my cunt. He gasps while driving one final deep thrust…more pressure, hot, wet pleasure.
Never, have I felt so sexy, the object of my husband’s passion and the man we’ve just met tonight—a man who adored my pussy with his mouth and who now trails kisses on the inside of my thighs.
“Oh Anna. That was fucking hot.” A shiver ripples through my body at Mason’s breath and words tickling my ear.
Derek rises, and settles next to us on the bed. I turn my head, and a smile spreads over my face. It’s not over yet. He’s not rock hard the way he was earlier, but I can fix that.
I sit up and feel Mason’s cock slide out and nestle between the cheeks of my ass. I swing around and kneel between the two men’s legs. The look on their faces--Mason fairly beaming with love, and Derek, a mixture of wonder and desire—makes me smile and lick my lips.
My fingertips follow the line of muscle on Derek’s thigh to his smooth shaven balls, linger there for a moment or two. He shifts his ass on the bed and pulls his knee up, leg splaying open and almost touching Mason.
At his silent request, I bend, reverently cup his balls in my hand and lick each one. He sighs when I open my mouth and pull them inside, softly, like fragile robin eggs. My tongue flutters along the puckered ridges of his sack and I release him with a popping sound.
I grip the base of his cock with my fingers, and pull it towards me. It’s rock hard again and curving up and into his tummy. With eyes open and looking into his, I extend my tongue and lick the length, treat it like the yummiest lollipop.
He moans through parted lips when I open my mouth wide and take him inside. Mason reaches and tucks a stray lock of hair that has fallen over my cheek. My gaze flits to his face, his wide eyes and parted lips.
I slide my free hand across his hip towards his cock, feel the stickiness of our combined orgasm but also that he’s getting thick again. I can see us in my mind’s eye—Derek’s cock in my mouth, my hand massaging his balls and the base of his shaft, while my other hand works Mason. The image sends a bolt of lust to my pussy once again. It’s like I’ve degenerated into an aching vacuum of sexual need—the need to take and give pleasure to these men.
I turn my attention to Mason, rubbing his cock faster and licking our juices from him. I know what I want and that it will hurt, at least for a little while.
I look up at him, my hands working both cocks. I’ve never asked for anything as dirty as this and I swallow hard. But I ache for it. “Both of you fuck me. Now…at the same time.”
“A double penetration? Fuck Mason, you said she was hot but man oh man… Move down on the bed buddy till your ass is on the edge.”
In a flash, Mason is in position.
“You’ll have to get on top Anna. You’ve done anal, right?” Derek is on his knees directing me, holding my leg and lifting it over Mason’s hip.
“A couple of times but Anna was never into it. Anna, this is gonna’ hurt. Are you sure?” The tip of Mason’s cock is poised and ready at my asshole.
I look up to Derek standing at the edge of the bed. “In my purse, lube,” I breathe. I bought a small vial of it at the shop where I purchased my outfit on a whim and stowed it in my clutch. He grabs my purse and hands it to me. What a gentleman. I take out the lube and toss my purse aside. I dribble some over Mason’s cock, and over my asshole.
“Easy man. She’s wet but you need to go slow, a little at a time.” Derek has left his place on the bed and stands between Mason’s legs. His hands roam freely over my body, from my nipples down to my clit. When he rubs me there, I’m ready for anything.
I push down on Mason, wince at the initial burn as his cock enters my ass. After a few moments, with Derek’s finger vibrating my clit, I want more. I take a quick breath and shove farther down, keep sliding onto him despite the initial discomfort.
“Oh God, Anna. You’re tight.” Mason’s voice is soft, almost tremulous as he lays still, allowing me to take it at my own speed.
Just a bit more and my ass rests on his groin. It hurts a little but Derek’s finger is taking the pain away.
“Lean back on Mason.” Derek now holds his cock and presses against my opening.
Mason steadies my hips in his hands while Derek pushes his cock slowly into my cunt. I’m stretched beyond belief, filled with hot, hard cock. I finger my clit, fast the way Derek did.
“Oh God, this is so good…” I moan and bite my lower lip. The sensation in my ass and cunt is intense—riding the shiny thin edge of pain and pleasure.
Derek holds my leg up and out, his hips pumping that piston of his slowly, in and out. Mason’s movements under me are meant to be gentle but each time he thrusts, I’m stretched, almost ripped in two. After a minute of them alternating, I relax into it.
My holes are so full and the movement of two cocks inside is wicked. It’s so hot I almost wish there was another guy, another cock in my mouth. Oh God, it’s dirty and wild.
“That’s it. You like this, don’t you, Baby?” Derek’s movements become faster. “Jesus, it’s tight--so good.”
“Can you feel his cock against yours, Mason? It’s sexy, right?” My words and the movement inside are pushing me over the edge. I moan, gave in to the fiery pleasure in my cunt, cry out at Derek’s final, hard thrust into me, his cock bathing me with hot cum.
“Fuck! I’m…” a thrust from Mason’s hips, “coming…” a few final, trembling jerks, “again!”
During the heat of the moment Mason is almost sitting up. Both men are pumping the last of their orgasms into me, sandwiching me between them. I’m being thudded from the front and back until I fly over the edge myself. The three of us are panting and scrabbling at each other, riding the swell of pleasure, gasping raggedly with each pulse.
Spent first, Mason flops back onto the surface of the bed
. “Shit, that was good.”
I had slumped forward lost in primal lust, my cheek against Derek’s chest. I sit up and feel the pressure in my cunt lessen as he softens and slips away. He turns and I see him stagger into the bathroom.
This time I fall to the side on my back beside Mason, rest my wrist on my forehead, staring blindly at the ceiling. “Oh my God, Mason. This was wicked good. I had no idea…”
He rolls over onto his side and hugs me close. “Anna?”
“Mmmhmm?” My body is almost numb with spent pleasure.
“I’ve got a confession to make.”
I lift my head and turn to look at him. “What?” Oh God. Don’t tell me. He’s having an affair and that’s where he got all these sexy ideas. My stomach falls through the bed to the floor.
“Derek and I are friends. I set this evening up.”
Chapter 6
Derek appears at the end of the bed, a grin on his face. “Anyone like a drink?” He moves to the table where the vodka bottle and glasses are set.
My jaw falls open and I stare at Mason. He set this up with Derek? How well do they know each other and what other sexual escapades have they done together. “Does Derek have a wife?”
“Nope. Not anymore.” Derek appears at the edge of the bed carrying two glasses filled with ice and vodka.
I take the glass from his hand and turn once more to Mason. He’s got a lot of explaining to do.
I watch him smile up at Derek and then sit up, take a long haul before turning to me again. “We’re friends from the gym. Derek was going through a rough patch with his wife. She left him for someone else.”
I shift on the bed to sit next to Mason, trying hard to keep my temper and the glass from spilling over. I glance over at Derek when he sits down beside me.
“Look, it’s not Mason’s fault. I saw you two together at a restaurant one night. Marsha was with me and we were fighting. I wouldn’t dare go near you two, but I couldn’t help admiring you Anna. You were everything Marsha wasn’t. Sweet, laughing and sexy as hell.” His fingers caress my cheek and when he looks at me there’s sadness in his eyes.
“It began with some teasing…Derek telling me he was gonna’ make a play for you, steal you away and show you how much you’d appreciate a good man. And then—“
“I suggested a threesome. It was fun, right?” Derek places his arm around my shoulder and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“So you guys have never done this before? Tag teaming and fucking another woman?” I can feel my muscles thaw.
“Never. I swear.” Mason nuzzles into my neck and runs his hand through my hair. “I love you too much for that.”
Derek grins. “I like the idea…the way you put it.”
“Hey!” I haul back and swing at him.
He jerks his head back escaping my playful swat. “No seriously. This was sexy fun tonight. I’d like to do it again.”
“I wish you’d told me though, Mason. It makes me wonder what else you’ve got up your sleeve…” I pull away from his kisses on my shoulder.
His head tilts to the side and he holds my hand in his. “I’m sorry. My bad. I promise I’ll never do anything like this without running it by you first. I took a chance that you’d find sex with a stranger exciting, especially if I was there to make sure you were safe.”
He looks at me with puppy dog eyes and my heart does a flip flop. Probably if he’d suggested anything beyond dressing sexy and going to a strip club, I would have said no. But it was hot. With him there, I’d felt safe enough to just let go and enjoy the moment. A double penetration! Never in my wildest dreams but it’d been so erotic.
“Hey, I’m still thinking about the tag team idea. Except we do it as a threesome. Hell, even though I think I’m in love with you Anna, I can’t get fixated.” Derek drops to his knees in front of me. “There must be some other woman out there like you.”
“You crazy guy.” I ruffle his hair making light of it but it’s flattering to have a guy as good looking and a bit younger say this. “What are you proposing?”
I glance at Mason and see that his eyes are also sparkling at Derek’s comment.
“Ever hear of the swingers’ club over on Ellis Avenue? It might be a good place to start.” He stands up and steps closer so that his cock brushes my cheek. It’s already thick and I place my fingers around it, holding it while I reach for Mason.
Oh God. I smile when my fingers curl around it. He’s almost as hard as Derek.
“Make it worth my while and I’m in.”
Episode 2: It Hurts… So Good!
Chapter 1
Since that first night at the strip club, it’s like I have two alpha husbands. Derek is a laugh a minute and keeps Mason and I in stitches. He joins us for dinner most nights and stays late into the evening. It’s not always raucous sex but usually the three of us end up in the king sized bed.
Each of them either calls me at work or sends me a text once or twice a day. The first texts were horny, sultry and dirty, yes. But after a few days, they each started sending me either pictures or Twitter links of something they thought was cool and thought of me. Kind of romantic.
But it’s strange. No… not strange— different. I mean, I’m being wooed by two guys at the same time! They’ve each gotten into my panties a bunch of times, and instead of growing tired of me, they’ve switched it up. I never had two guys on a string before; but I remember Amber from college did and she played one guy off the other to no end!
Those two guys also dropped her after a couple of months.
Unlike Amber, I’m not trying to take anything from Derek nor Mason. Hell, I’m married to one of them! I’m enjoying myself a lot, and so are they. They’re not competing with each other; they’re just showering me with appreciation and thoughtfulness. And mind blowing sex.
I remember once staying at a five star hotel. In the bathroom there were a couple of switches you hit when you take a shower. When I stepped out of the shower, there was warm air blowing down from a fan unit in the ceiling, and at the same time, the tile floor had heated up. Mason and Derek are like that.
Although we talked about going to the swinger’s club, I’m putting it off. So far it’s been a whirlwind ‘honeymoon’ for us. The guys are totally up for it, but I’m enjoying being the centre of attention. Share that with other women? Not yet. I know this won’t last forever, but I want to milk it for all its worth for now.
Speaking of women…the whole gym situation. I’ve lost two pounds and I’m ahead of Carrie by a pound. Sheila is working both of us really hard. She’s also made no bones about the fact that she’s attracted to us.
A couple of weeks after the night in the strip club, I do a really strenuous work-out and after, I try to relax in the sauna. My headphones are on, as I sit naked in the steam, back propped against the wall, eyes closed and lost in music. What delights do Derek and Mason have planned for me later? Naturally, I’m horny as hell picturing them.
I don’t hear the door open and I’m only aware of another person in the room when the bench under me, depresses a little. I open my eyes and turn to see Sheila is there, sitting only inches away. I’ve only ever seen her in the yoga pants and tank top and try to disguise the surprise when I see her naked and smiling.
“Good work-out today.” Her hand drifts to my thigh and her fingers dig into the muscle, massaging the strain out. “I knew you were over-doing the leg lifts. How many times do I need to tell you? Small increases in the weights. Too much and this is what you get—muscle strain.”
My head lifts and falls back against the wooden wall, closing my eyes as she continues kneading the muscle. Her hand works higher and I suddenly become self conscious of the fact that my thighs have drifted apart. How much higher will she go before she stops of her own volition?
Since exploring my sexuality with Mason and Derek, I’m not as shocked or prudish about Sheila being a lesbian. Sometimes I catch myself staring at her chest, wondering what it would be like t
o touch and kiss a woman’s nipples.
Her hand massages the inner thigh muscle, a scant inch from the hollow below my pussy. A jolt of shock and pleasure cause my eyes to fly open when the back of her hand grazes the slit between my labia lips. Like I said, I’m horny and my clit is swollen, protruding a little. My pussy lips aren’t the only thing she’s touched.
Her gaze lifts from my crotch to my eyes and she leans closer. Her hand swivels and her fingertips spark electrical synapses of pleasure as she touches my pussy. We continue looking into each other’s eyes and my lack of protest spurs her on.
Fingers press into the furrow seeking my swollen nub of pleasure and I gasp when she finds it. My legs part farther still. I look at her breasts, firm and round as apples, topped by dark chocolate buttons. I reach and roll it in my hand. I want to lean over and take it in my mouth but moving would interfere with her finger on my clit.
She knows what she’s doing—dragging the pad of her forefinger softly along the underside. My heart thunders in my chest and I can barely breathe. In one swift, fluid movement she drops to the lower bench and pulls my ass forward to meet her tongue. Her mouth is hot on me. Her fingers slip inside, curling up, reaching for my G spot.
The fact that the door of the sauna can open anytime and someone can walk in and catch us, adds to the excitement. She licks me with her tongue extended so I can see a well as feel what she’s doing.
For some reason I feel power over this woman. Out in the gym, she may be my personal trainer but in here, she’s my bitch. She’s made it clear from the sneaky, accidental caresses, the wanton appraisal of my tits and ass when she thinks I’m not looking—she’s fucking hot for my body.
Well now she has it and her mouth on my pussy is both of our reward. “Suck it into your mouth. Fuck me with your whole hand.” I say it in a commanding voice. I’ve never spoken like that during sex! Hearing my voice be so direct inflames my desire. Sheila responds by nuzzling even deeper into my cleft. That instant of control and yielding … oh God. My hips spring to a life of their own, churning into her mouth.