"Are you ready?" she asked. I nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness about this new situation. She loosened my tie and pulled it from my collar. Then I felt her nimble, slender fingers quickly unbutton my shirt, pulling it open exposing my chest. She ran her hands over my chest before her hands left me. I heard her move to the end of the bed and felt her unlace my shoes and pull them off each foot, hearing them thump as she threw them onto the floor. My socks were pulled off and then her hands were at my belt, quickly unfastening it and pulling it open. I felt her hand playfully squeeze the stiffening bulge in the front of my trousers before her hand moved up and unfastened them, unzipping my fly. Her hands hooked into the sides of my trousers and I raised my hips, allowing her to slide them off. Next her hands were tugging at my boxers, which were quickly removed. I lay there naked apart from my open shirt, feeling very exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time excited and exhilarated by this sudden turn of events. Just ten minutes earlier I had been looking forward to a nice meal, some wine and no doubt immensely satisfying lovemaking (Melissa never disappointed in that department!) but this was something else entirely. I felt the touch of her hands on my chest. Her hands were moist and cool and I realised she was rubbing massage oil onto me. I felt her hands roam all over my chest, before gliding down over my abdomen, her fingers grazing my pubic region before parting and sliding down my thighs. I felt my cock twitch and begin to slide up the inside of my left thigh as her hands moved down to my knees before she slid her hands to my inner thighs and began to make her way back up. I groaned in pleasure, anticipating her hands finally reaching my balls and my stiffening cock, but again, at the final moment her hands slid outwards, avoiding my groin. Her hands slid back up my torso to my chest. I groaned in frustration, my cock now fully erect and aching for stimulation. Melissa giggled as she massaged my chest and began the torture all over again, her hands gliding ever closer and just when I thought she would relent, her hands slid away.
“Melissa, please!” I begged as her hands began a third lap of my body. I strained on my bonds, wanting to pull my hands free of my silky restraints and guide her hands to my cock. Again, her hands skirted around my hard cock and aching balls, leaving me groaning and thrusting my hips off the bed in desperation, but her hands descended down to my thighs. As her hands made their way back up my thighs, this time her hands continued to my groin.
“Oh yes!” I moaned as the fingers of her left hand gently cradled my balls while her right hand grasped my shaft. Her oily hands slithered all over my sack and up and down my cock making me cry out in pleasure as she rubbed the oil into every square millimetre of my genitals. Melissa’s hands left my cock and balls and I felt the mattress move as she climbed up from the foot of the bed. I groaned as I felt her tongue swipe across the tip of my helmet. I wondered if my cock had been leaking pre-come. I wouldn’t be surprised I was so turned on. Her tongue swiped again, this time flicking around my helmet.
“Please Melissa.” I begged. “Please suck my cock.” Her hand returned to my shaft and began to stroke me while she continued to bathe the tip of my cock with her tongue. Her tongue slowly travelling further and further down my length, before returning to my helmet and engulfing it in her mouth. Her lips began to move up and down my shaft, her tongue sliding all over my cock as she reached the tip and I cried out in pure unadulterated pleasure as her teasing finally abated. I wished I could watch her now, her head bobbing up and down in my lap, watching my cock disappear into her mouth. I wished I could reach out and run my fingers through her long brown hair, gently hold her head while I filled her mouth with my come. That moment was swiftly approaching as her pace quickened.
“Does that feel good?” Melissa asked, her voice breathless.
“Oh yes…” I replied, just for a split second before I realised the mouth on my cock had continued to suck even while she spoke. “What the fu…!” Lips were pressed to mine and a tongue entered my mouth and Melissa kissed me long and hard. All the time, the mouth at my cock continued to slide up and down my shaft, her hand continuing to stroke my cock. The shock had staved off my impending climax, but whoever our mystery guest was, she knew her stuff and I could feel myself getting close.
“You’d better stop that.” Melissa warned her. “We don’t want the birthday boy to peak too soon.” The mouth left my cock my stiff shaft flopping back against my belly and our guest giggled. I thought I recognised her laugh, but I couldn’t place it. There was movement on the bed and I felt the warmth of flesh against the outside of my thighs and then the weight of someone lowering herself onto my lap. I smiled anticipating a hand, guiding my throbbing cock inside her. Instead, she began to grind herself against my cock. I could feel the moist warmth of her pussy against the underside of my shaft as it slid backwards and forwards between her labia. She moaned in pleasure as she ground herself against me, finding her rhythm as she rode me. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to determine whether it was my wife or our guest who was so wantonly riding me towards her own personal gratification. She increased her pace and became even louder as she neared her climax. With a shudder, she came, her juices lubricating my cock still further. I racked my brains, wondering if Melissa sounded like that when she came. I couldn't be certain. My rider shifted up the bed and I felt my hands untied by the other unseen hands. My arms were moved flat against my sides. I felt warmth of the rider's thighs on either side of my shoulders as she lowered her wet pussy to my face. I inhaled her feminine scent and eagerly lapped at her, my tongue sliding between her lips and enjoying the taste of her juices before flicking my tongue against her sensitive clit. She moaned in pleasure, her hands grasping my head, pulling me in tighter. As I enjoyed feasting on her pussy, I felt my cock manipulated by a second pair of hands before it was engulfed by a warm mouth. My groan of pleasure was muffled by the pussy pressed against my face. Though my hands were free, the legs straddling my shoulders restricted my movement. I strained my arms, and she moved her thighs slightly, allowing me a little more freedom. My heart thumping in my chest, I reached for her buttocks and caressed them. Her cheeks were small and firm and definitely not the curvy buttocks of my wife. I was feasting on our mystery girl’s dripping pussy! My cock twitched in Melissa’s mouth as the realisation hit and I grasped the buttocks, pulling my face tighter into the mystery girl’s pussy, stretching my tongue as far into her as I could. It sent her over the edge, and she cried out as she reached her climax, her hands gripping my hair until I thought she was about to pull it out in clumps. Finally, her orgasm subsided and her grip relented. My head fell back onto the pillow and she carefully climbed off my face, my mouth and chin wet with her juices. She moved down my body, straddling my torso and I felt her lips pressed to mine, her tongue slipping between my lips. She must have been able to taste herself on my lips, but she didn’t seem to mind. Meanwhile, Melissa's mouth had moved off my cock and she very slowly stroked my shaft, perhaps wary of making me come, perhaps to allow her to watch what was happening elsewhere. My hands were now free to roam, so I moved them back to our guest's firm buttocks, running them up the small of her back and then around to her midriff, my hands finding her belly to be flat and toned. I allowed my hands to wander upwards, the mystery girl breaking off our kiss and sitting up slightly. My hands reached the underside of her breasts and I slid my hands up and over the two mounds, my hands cupping them, feeling the hard nipples in the palms of my hands. Her breasts felt quite small, much smaller than my wife's, but like her arse, they felt firm and shapely. I guessed that our mystery girl was a slender, athletically built twenty-something, but who was it?
“Are you ready to take the blindfold off? Melissa asked intuitively.
"Yes please!" I smiled.
"But you already have you hands free." She replied. "I don’t want to spoil you." with a sigh of resignation, I stretched out my arms to the headboard and our guest giggled as she rewrapped the silk scarf around my wrists and tied me back to the bed.
"Ok." M
elissa told our mystery girl. "Take his blindfold off." I felt her hands reach to the back of my head and pull the knot up and over my head, the silky fabric lifting from my eyes. I squinted, getting used to the light and looked up into the grinning face of our guest, who I recognised immediately. It was Leanne, the receptionist from our office! My jaw dropped and she giggled. I drank in the sight of her naked body. Her slender toned thighs were still astride my torso. Between them, her labia were glistening with a combination of her juices and my saliva and above her pubic region was completely shaven. Her flat, toned belly and pert breasts were as I had imagined and her long blonde hair hung down past her shoulders. Her blue eyes gazed down at me, her mouth pouting slightly, her breasts rising and falling quite rapidly, betraying an elevated pulse. She was just as turned on as me.
"My turn." Melissa announced. I looked to my right, seeing my wife for the first time since she had blindfolded me. She had shedded her dressing gown and my cock twitched as I saw what she was wearing now. Her body was clad in a black lace basque, the corsetted design accentuating her breasts even more than usual. The black stockings I had spotted earlier were held up by suspenders straps that fastened to the basque. The straps framed the neatly trimmed dark curls of her pussy, which was uncovered. I knew since our very first encounter that Melissa had a very liberal attitude to the wearing of underwear. She leaned across the bed, her lips parting and I stretched forward to kiss her. Instead she turned to Leanne, her hands reaching for the younger woman, who leaned across to meet her, their lips pressing together, their kissing urgent and passionate. I looked on in shock as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, stroking, caressing and squeezing each other's every curve. My cock, which had subsided a little with the lack of attention, began to stiffen up again. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. I watched in fascination as Leanne's fingers traced their way down the lacy surface of the Basque, onto the soft creamy flesh of Melissa’s belly, through the soft down of her pubic hair before slipping between her labia. Melissa broke the kiss and let out a long moan of delight as Leanne began to gently caress her clit. She looked at me, the edges of her lips curling into a smile as she enjoyed my wide-eyed reaction, before leaning back in to Leanne and kissing her again. My cock felt like it might explode from the blood pressure and was beginning to ache now from the lack of attention. Leanne withdrew her fingers from my wife’s pussy and climbed off me, lying on her back next to me on the bed.
“Let me lick you while your husband watches.” She said huskily, her hand, still wet with my wife’s juices almost absentmindedly went to her own pussy where she began to stroke herself while she waited. Melissa climbed up onto the bed and facing me and watching me all the time slowly lowered her pussy onto Leanne’s waiting mouth. I watched dumbstruck as Leanne stretched out her tongue and began to lap at my wife’s pussy. Melissa, groaned with delight and her eyes rolled back in her head, her expression absolutely blissful as Leanne began to feast on her. Melissa began gently squeezing her own breasts with one hand while stroking Leanne’s hair with the other. After a few minutes of Leanne’s ministrations, Melissa began to pant as she neared her own climax. Her panting grew in intensity, her hips bucking against Leanne’s face, her eyes closing and she threw her head back before she cried out in the familiar way my wife did as she reached her orgasm. As she floated back to Earth, her eyes flicked open and she gazed down at me, a little smile on her lips. As she dismounted Leanne, I looked at them ruefully. I was the only one not to have come and it was my bloody birthday! My cock was painful now, it was so hard. I desperately needed my own release.
“I think we’re neglecting the birthday boy.” Leanne said, nodding in the direction of my swollen cock.
“You’re right.” My wife agreed. “Shall we put him out of his misery?” They each settled on each side of me on the bed and I watched as Leanne dropped her face into my lap, taking my cock into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down on it before pulling off and passing it to Melissa, who did the same. They licked up and down my shaft at the same time and alternated between sucking my cock and licking at my balls, but all the time keeping me on the edge of a climax. Then, while Leanne was sucking my cock, Melissa crawled up the bed to my right, her eyes filled with wanton lust.
“I want to watch you fuck Leanne and come inside her.” She told me. I nodded, scarcely believing what I was hearing. Melissa smiled and lay on her back next to me, her head resting between my chest and upper arm, like it was a lazy Sunday morning in bed. Leanne’s mouth left my cock and she straddled my hips, reaching for my cock and guiding it to her slit as she lowered herself down onto me. She gasped as my helmet passed between her lips and she sank down on me, her well lubricated pussy sliding down my shaft easily. She smiled down at us and ran her fingers over her pert breasts as she began to ride me. The atmosphere was electric as she bounced up and down on my cock. I glanced at Melissa, who had her hand buried between her own legs as she watched us. Leanne’s eyes were closed and her lips were open as her breathing quickened. I could feel a stirring in my balls and I knew I was close too. Leanne came first, tensing up and stopping her motion before arching backwards and letting out a cry of ecstasy as she came again. That pushed me over the edge and I thrust up into her one final time before I felt my come rush up my shaft and fill her pussy. It felt incredible, having been on the edge for so long, I thought I’d never stop coming. Melissa was crying out next to me as the visual stimuli brought her to orgasm too. After our orgasms had subsided, Leanne gingerly eased herself off my softening cock and climbed off me. She reached for my spent cock and took it back into her mouth, her tongue working all over it before finally letting it flop back against my belly. I looked at her quizzically.
“I always wondered what your come tasted like.” She smiled sheepishly. “I’ve often masturbated to fantasies involving you two ever since I walked in on you at work just as you splashed your come all over Melissa’s chest. Even at the time, I wanted to join you and lick your come off her nipples. Then last year, when I got drunk at the work Christmas party, I said as much to Melissa. She must have remembered and when she suggested this to me, I jumped at the chance.”
“I’m glad you did!” I smiled. Leanne smiled happily back and lay against my chest to my left.”
I looked over at my wife.
“Best. Birthday. Ever!”
It
’s Always The Quiet Ones
The doorbell chimed.
“I’ll get it.” I told Melissa, making my way to the door and opening it.
“Hello!” Tristan smiled handing me a bottle of wine, his wife Amy at his side. I had known Tristan since University and our wives were good friends, so we often enjoyed each other’s company. Tristan was wearing a polo shirt and trousers while his wife was wearing a beautiful royal blue cocktail dress, her blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders.
“Hello Tristan.” I said, nodding in approval at the wine. “Hello Amy, you’re looking lovely.” I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Please, go through to the dining room. Melissa has been slaving over a hot stove for the last couple of hours, so I guess whatever culinary delight she is working on will be ready soon.”
I followed them up the hall and into the dining room. The table was set with the lights dimmed and candles flickering away. I opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. Melissa came through from the kitchen and joined us and we settled down at the table. After a little small talk about our respective jobs and upcoming weekends away and so on, we enjoyed our first glass of wine and relaxed a little. Melissa complemented Amy on her dress. Melissa, though she liked Amy, was privately a little jealous of the younger woman, who at 29 was nine years her junior and was also envious of her slim figure, though I wouldn’t swap Melissa’s curvy hourglass figure for the world.
“It’s a lovely dress.” Melissa smiled. “I’d love to get into something that slinky, but I think the stitching would tear as soon as I sat down!”
“Your
s is beautiful too.” Amy returned her smile, admiring Melissa’s green satin dress. As with most of Melissa’s outfits, it was low cut, showing off her magnificent cleavage. We enjoyed the meal, a dessert and another couple of glasses of wine and the conversation turned to Tristan and Amy’s recent holiday.
“Oh it was amazing.” Amy cooed. “Have you been to Barbados? The beaches are picture postcard beautiful - pure white sands and palm trees. If you get out to the east coast, they’re untouched, deserted. So beautiful.”
“The hotel was fantastic too.” Tristan told us. “Brand new 5 star all inclusive with seven pools and right on the beach.”
“Do you remember the hotel next door though?” Amy said.
“Oh God, yeah it was one of those swinger club hotels.” He smiled. “It sounds quite hot until you see all the overweight middle-aged couples wandering along the beach.” Amy nodded her agreement, screwing her face up in disgust. “Still, don’t get me wrong, I love being married but do you sometimes think that the rest of your life seems like a long time to be intimate with just one person?” Tristan added. Melissa and I looked at each other and couldn’t help but smirk.
“Okaaay.” Tristan remarked, immediately picking up on our reaction. “That obviously isn’t the case with you two then?” I looked at Melissa and she nodded her consent.
“We have on a handful of occasions invited a girl from work to join us…”
Amy’s jaw dropped, Tristan nearly choked on his wine and they looked at us in amazement.
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