by Mia Moore
I watch as she cups her hand, pushing her thumb down towards her pinky and slides it up into me. Oh shit I’m so full! She bends her head back down and sucks my clit as her hand twists and turns up inside.
I rock into her, press her face against me as the orgasm starts to claim my pussy. “Lick my cunt, bitch,” my voice guttural.
Sheila’s responding groan sends more vibrations through me. She attacks my cunt like it’s her last meal. I watch her as she plays with her pussy, mine grinding into her mouth, joining me in lust—forbidden and pure female.
When she rises, I taste my juice on her tongue and lips, we kiss with wide mouths, tongues lashing each other together like serpents mating.
“Did I bust your girl cherry?” Her breath and tongue are hot on my ear. “Was it good?”
My hands are filled with her tits, my thumbnails scrape hard across the pebbled surface. “Yes to both questions.”
“I have a private gym in my home. Come over and I’ll give you a real workout.” She holds my tits in her hands, squeezes them hard and a thrill goes through my body, straight to my clit.
I’ve never wanted a scene to continue as much as this. I’m ready for more, to force her onto the bench and taste her cunt, suck and lick while fisting her. She’s my she-bitch and I want to claim and conquer.
Footsteps outside and the door starts to open. I push her away. There’s barely time to grab my towel and headphones, straighten up and act casual.
It’s Carrie who enters. Her eyes flit from Sheila to me. I can tell that she knows what just happened but she smiles anyway.
Fuck. What is happening to me? It’s like my secret slut, a sexual demon has taken control of my body. First Mason and Derek and now Sheila?
I watch Carrie gracefully sweep the towel from her body and lay on her back on a lower bench. She’s got a great body, luscious boobs and a cut little landing strip tapering down to the slit between her legs. I risk a sideways glance at Sheila. Her eyes are half closed and her tongue slides along her lower lip but her gaze like mine, feasts on Carrie’s body.
Her hand slides along my thigh and we smile at each other.
Chapter 2
That evening, Mason and Derek are perched on the edge of the sofa listening to me recount the scene with Sheila in the sauna. Mason’s eyes almost rest on his cheeks, he’s so surprised, but Derek makes no bones about how turned on he is. He sinks back into the cushions and his hand is on the bulge in his jeans.
“Oh my God, that’s hot. I’d love to watch you with another woman, Anna.” He lands a playful punch on Mason’s arm. “How about you, buddy? That’s every guy’s fantasy.”
There’s a grin on Mason’s face when he turns to Derek. “For sure.”
When he looks across at me, his eyebrows are drawn together and the smile has faded. “I have to admit I’m a little confused…Not about the sex, of course but rather the mindset that came over you, Anna. When the three of us play, I’ve always considered you an equal partner. But when you were with Sheila, you were dominant—kind of a male trait. Frankly, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I know. To be honest, I was surprised. But fuck, it turned me on.” I lean forward and reach for my glass of wine on the coffee table between us. A mental picture of Sheila kneeling between my legs pops into my head. A jolt of pleasure spikes in my pussy and I gaze at Mason and Derek over the rim of the glass.
They’re both alpha—strong, with high sex drives and stamina. Many women would consider themselves lucky to land a hunk like Mason, handsome and smart as he is. Sure, I’m no slouch in the looks department and I work at keeping my figure, so his attraction to me makes sense. But, it was his imagination and confidence that led to Derek entering our lives.
It won’t last forever. Derek’s such a great guy—smart, funny and almost as good looking as my husband. There’s bound to be a woman just for him in his future. From what he’s said about his ex, he can do much better.
“A dominant head-space with another woman…or is it just Sheila?” Mason sits back and rests his head against the sofa back, looking at the ceiling.
“Fuck! Is there a way I can plant a video camera on you? My dick is dripping at the thought.” Derek presses his hand into his hard on, adjusting it.
Mason’s head tilts to the side and when he looks at me, dark eyes hooded, lips parted, my panties melt. I know that look. It’s a big part of the reason I fell for him.
“Would it turn you on to dominate me or Derek? I mean, just in a sexual scene to mix it up a bit.” He smiles and turns to Derek. “What do you say, Bro? Think you could get into that? Give it a try?”
“You mean, be Anna’s sex slave? Think I’m already there.” He gives a snort and turns to face me. “What would you have me do for you Mistress?”
Wow! My pussy swells and I’m barely able to control my voice when I reply. “For starters, remove your clothes. You too, Mason. You will be naked, kneeling on the floor when I return.” I stand up and hold my chin high, give my best haughty look as I calmly pass by them on the way to the bedroom.
I scamper up the stairs, suppressing a giggle at the surprise and yes, the turned on looks on their faces. What does a Dominatrix look like? I’ve got high, black leather boots, it IS Black Rapids after all, the snow’s already deep in January! The black lace corset will have to do. They’ve both seen it and next time, if there IS a next time, I’ll get a vinyl cat suit. One of Mason’s belts will complete the ensemble. For now, it’ll be my whip.
My heart is pounding hard and my hands shake a little as I strip and slip the corset over my hips, and tighten the laces at the waist. I glance in the mirror and adjust the cups, pull them down to free my breasts. Fuck, it’s a hot effect, especially to tease and torment them.
I slide the boots on and grab Mason’s belt from his closet. On impulse, I take a silk tie as well. Slowly, I descend the stairs and plant each foot with purpose as I cross the hallway and enter.
They’re on their knees in the centre of the room, facing the doorway. When they grin I hold the belt in a loop before me and snap the leather together, hard. The loud thwack gets their attention and their smiles fade.
“Mason, stand up.” I watch his puzzled look as he rises, see Derek waiting, a small smile on his face.
“Derek, you will take this tie and blindfold him.”
As Derek gets up and walks towards me Mason speaks. “Anna…uh…”
“Silence. You will speak only when I say you can. Do you understand?” Oh my God, I’m a natural at this.
“Yes Ma’am.” There’s a smirk on his face when he answers.
Oh boy. You’ll pay for that. I watch Derek secure the blindfold and stand back waiting for the next order.
“Derek, tonight you’ve won the honor of being my sex slave.” I walk over to him, brushing my leg against Mason’s on the way by. I sit on the large wooden coffee table and lean back, resting my elbows on the hard surface.
“On your knees. Attend to my pussy like a good boy.” I spread my legs. His cock is big and juicy and I’m tempted to trail my fingers over it but instead I smile and watch him fall to his knees. This is affecting Mason as well…he’s got a nice chubby going on.
Oh fuck, his fingers part my pussy lips and he almost dives in, tongue extended. “Yeah, that’s good. I always like it when you treat my clit like a piece of candy. Circle your tongue… Suck it into your mouth.” Oh my God, he’s usually good at this but now he’s so eager to please.
“You may touch yourself. Get it hard for me.”
He moans into my pussy and flicks his tongue across my clit. “Oh yeah baby, just like that.” He’s got me so hot, I want his cock filling me but not yet. The game has just started.
I glance up and see Mason’s hand move, about to touch himself. I allow him a few strokes before I order him to stop.
I place my hand on Derek’s cheek and his eyes flash up and meet my gaze. I signal to him with a finger crossing my lips, adding a wink for emphasis
. He nods but his eyes are question marks.
“Derek, you’re a good sex slave. I’m almost ready to come, you’re so good. Look at your cock, so hard and ready to fuck me. Good boy.” I push his head away and sit up, once more signal for him to be silent.
As quietly as I can, I stand up and move closer to Mason. “Derek, look at poor Mason’s cock. He’s not allowed to touch it and it looks so lonely hanging out there so hard and horny. I want you to give him a hand, so to speak.”
I watch Mason flinch and Derek’s eyes become round. It’s hard not to giggle as I reach forward to massage Mason’s cock with my hand instead. When I touch it, his hips jerk backwards.
I turn my head and try to throw my voice. “Mason! Stand still.” I flick the belt so that the end of it snaps his ass. He lets out a surprised yelp but otherwise stands still.
His cock hasn’t lost any of its hardness. If he was really resistant to being touched by Derek, it would, wouldn’t it? My hand closes around his cock, just below the bulbous head. I stroke him the way I think Derek would, quickly towards the base and slower, a rolling pull to the head.
There’s a sharp intake of breath and his head falls back, lips parted. Oh my God! He thinks that Derek is doing this and he likes it! Fuck, my pussy creams at the thought of watching my two guys get it on.
And why the hell not? They think they have dibs on same gender sex as a turn on or something?
Derek slides silently closer, almost touches Mason’s leg. His hand hovers above mine which is still stroking Mason’s cock. He looks at me and signals for me to step back. As my hand leaves my husband’s cock, his is there to take its place.
Oh my God, his hand is so much bigger than mine and when he pulls and pushes on Mason’s shaft, experience shows. Mason’s hips rock in tandem with Derek’s hand. A dribble of pre-cum appears in the slit. It’s both mesmerizing and erotic as hell watching Derek jerk Mason off.
I take a step back and feel the arm of the sofa against my ass. I settle one cheek onto it and spread my legs. My fingers slide to my clit and my lips fall apart. “Suck him, Derek.” It comes out low, almost a growl. This is really getting to me.
Derek wastes no time in obeying. His mouth opens wide and slides down to the base of Mason’s cock. He’s deep throating him? Holy cow that’s hot. And Mason thinks so too, from the way his breath hisses through his nostrils. His hand flies to Derek’s head, pulling him harder onto his cock.
I’m so close to orgasm, it’s an effort but I manage to pull my hand away from my pussy. “Stop.” I get up and slip by Derek whose eyes are almost as wide as his mouthful of Mason’s cock.
I untie the blindfold and throw my arms over Mason’s shoulders, kiss his neck and bite him playfully. “You like this! Why did you never let me know?”
“Jeez Anna. Now is not the time for that discussion.” He strokes Derek’s head as he gazes down at his cock sliding from his friend’s mouth.
“But what about Derek, huh? And me, for that matter?” I step around him and touch Derek on the shoulder. “Think you could do that and fuck me at the same time?”
He grins up at me, his hand still fondling Mason’s cock slowly. “I’m up for the challenge. Do I get a prize?”
I take his hand from Mason’s shaft, pull him to his feet and kiss his lips softly. The taste and smell of Mason is on his lips-- delicious. “The swinger club, tomorrow night.”
Grinning, he steps to the coffee table, lays on his back, takes his turgid cock in hand and wags it at me. “Bring it on Mama!”
Oh fuck, the sight of that huge, polish sausage slapping against the firm, muscular stomach sends a thrill to my clit. I step forward, and straddle him, legs spread so far, it’s almost painful. My fingers circle the thick base of his cock, holding it straight; an arrow I intend to take deep inside.
He teases my nipples, scraping his thumbnail across them and pinching as I lower; his cock fills and satisfies my ache for male meat. Ohhh…the curve of it pressing against my G spot. I roll my hips, pulling and pushing his cock, reveling in the sensation.
Mason’s fingers graze my cheek as he steps by me and squats lower, his groin and turgid shaft close to Derek’s face. He strokes it slowly, pushing forward, like it’s a gift offering.
I stroke my clit slowly, riding the line just short of orgasm as I watch my men. Derek rises, props his torso on his elbow and welcomes Mason’s gift. His hand replaces Mason’s and he massages the cock with skill and affection, watching Mason’s face. It’s a man moment that women with husbands, rarely see.
Derek glances over watching me ride his cock and smiles. He turns back to Mason and his lips brush the thick helmet before him. A drizzle of pre-cum coats them before his tongue licks it off. His mouth opens wide and there’s raw hunger in his movements, striving to take all of the thick cock inside.
An undulating hollow appears in his cheek and I know his tongue swirls, alternating with sucking on it. Mason turns to look at me, his breath fast through slack lips. He rocks into Derek, slowly at first and gaining speed. He’s close to coming.
The sight of my guys, their lust, floods my pussy anew. My fingers drag the slippery wetness from my opening to my clit. It’s firm and protrudes from pussy lips stretched flat, accommodating the thick cock inside me. My fingers thrum and I clench my inner muscles tight. Derek feels the tightness, moaning on the cock inside his mouth.
“Ah yeah Bro, suck it!” Mason’s head falls back, eyes squeezed shut, pumping fast into Derek’s mouth.
My hips grind against Derek, pushing him deeper…“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” I ride his cock like I’m breakin’ eight—a cowgirl holding on with her cunt. Lust, delicious decadent lust fills me, stretches me farther yet, when Derek’s cock shoots hot cum almost to my throat.
I’m lost, floating on a cloud of ecstasy, my cunt and glazed eyes filled with male hotness—Mason spurting into Derek’s mouth, a dribble of it escaping and drooling down his chin.
We stay like that for a few moments, joined in love and lust, basking from the joy of our union.
I feel closer to Mason than ever before. And proud. The strength and confidence, in himself, in US, that he must have felt to do this—to just BE--loving and sexual with Derek.
My bi-sexual husband. I’d do anything he ever asked after seeing him with Derek.
And Derek…he’s Mason’s gift to me. A sexy guy friend, we both cherish.
Chapter 3
Derek stayed the night. The three of us laughed and snuggled in the king sized bed until the wee hours of the morning. One other really HOT thing happened as well. This is where the benefits of working out regularly really pay off.
The guys were ready for more sex. It didn’t end in the living room. When I returned to the bedroom after a long steamy shower, they were at it again. This time it was Mason kneeling in front of Derek, giving him head.
I stop and whisk the bath sheet from my body, step close to Mason and run my fingers through his hair. One of his hands leaves Derek’s cock and finds my pussy, fingers dipping into my still slippery honey-pot to slide smoothly over my clit.
Derek’s arm circles my shoulders and draws me close. He kisses me long and deep, our tongues dancing lovingly together as my husband pleasures us.
Mason’s hand drifts to the inside of my thigh and pushes, until my foot rests on the side of the bed and my pussy lay open. His mouth leaves Derek and with tongue extended, he dives onto my swollen slit. Oh fuck it’s nice. He licks my clit and sucks it into his mouth, rolls and flicks his tongue over my hot nub of lust as Derek’s tongue explores my mouth.
Mason stops just when my hips take on a life of their own, working my pussy into his mouth, well on the path to orgasm or as the French call it, the little death. He switches back to Derek’s cock, sucking and slurping on it, like it’s a giant lollipop. Never missing a beat, his fingers press into my cunt, all of them, filling it as full as any cock would.
Oh Jeez, the man’s coordination! In another life he could
have been a drummer, the way his hands move so independently – stroking Derek in tandem with his mouth deep throating, while almost fist-fucking my cunt.
Derek breaks off the kiss, gasping and rocking back and forth into Mason’s mouth. “Hold on, buddy. Let’s take this onto the bed before we all collapse.”
Mason rises and I kiss him, murmur how much I love him, how sexy and hot he is before we join Derek on the bed.
Have you ever tried sixty-nine with two guys? It’s actually called a daisy chain, I think. We form a circle—Derek applying his expert tongue skills to my pussy, while Mason gobbles Derek’s naughty bits. And me? The specialty of the house, Mason’s hot cock.
***
After another romp in the morning, the three of us are now shopping in a sex store, preparing for the evening at the swinger’s club. I rifle through the rack of scanty, sexy, club-wear as the guys patiently wait. The sales lady has given up on trying to help us. We’re having too many laughs and giggles and her recommendations fall on deaf ears.
I hand another outfit to Mason and continue my search when a hand on my shoulder and voice whispering in my ear stops me cold.
“You still need to lose three pounds for that one, don’t you think?”
My head swivels and a smile spreads across my face seeing my gym competitor—Carrie. “Fuck you. I’ve got you cold. Shouldn’t you be in the plus size area?”
She punches my arm and we break out laughing.
“Seriously, what are you doing here? Got a hot date night with your hubby?” I grin at her and notice Mason and Derek hovering. “Sorry. Mason, this is my gym-rat friend, Carrie. Carrie, my husband Mason. And err…this handsome rascal is a friend. Derek meet Carrie.”
Both Mason and Derek scramble to shift the outfits to the other arm and extend their hands to her. I smile and shake my head at their obvious attraction. But who wouldn’t be? She’s petite, curvy, a double D and has the friendliest smile and let’s face it…she’s gorgeous.