by Smith, A. T
“Yes,” I reply, admitting to the need that has built inside of me. Abigail has always been enough for me, always driving me fucking insane with desire, but the feel of someone new, someone different, whose presence could take my wife to a whole new level, there isn’t anything quite like it. What the fuck is adultery if both man and wife agree and get the fuck off on it?
I have admitted to myself the need I have, for a man. Antonio is gone, and it broke my heart, no sorry it broke my fucking cock to know I would never feel his arse around me, or his dick inside me. There is only one other person who knows of my needs, one other person who would do anything for me. Scott is good, very good in fact, he can take my shit, but Abigail hates him and convincing her of my need to have him would be hard.
“Glad we’re all agreeing on this. Now the both of you, we have about forty minutes before my colleague comes looking for me so unless you want to be caught pants down fucking the staff nurse on duty, I suggest you remove your dick from within your wife’s pussy and slide it into mine because I’m literally about to explode.” I stare at her intently, trying to remind her who is in charge here.
“One more brattish word from your mouth sweetheart and my cock will be nowhere near you, but I can assure you my hand will have a lot of fun painting your arse. So I suggest we stop with the cockiness and behave ourselves and we’ll get along splendidly.” She lowers her head, and right then and there, I see the submissive side to her. It is common in our little community. So many people desire the best of both worlds. They want to have that complete control, owning and possessing someone so entirely. Then other times, sometimes even unbeknown to the dominant, they want to be commanded and led, to have control taken from them, giving the chance to truly feel the world around them.
“Yes Sir.” Finally! I look to the ceiling and thank God that the girl has finally given up. I lower my head and smile my panty dropping, Dom, big boy smile. She melts right in front of me, her legs turning to jelly and caving a little under her.
“Good girl. Now that you’ve accepted who you truly are pet, come here,” I demand and she compliantly walks to my side from the position she holds by my head. “Remove the bra and knickers. I want to see what I have to play with.” I can already tell it is going to be magnificent. So soft and smooth, her skin taught and toned against her muscles. Her tits are mouth-watering and her nipples? Well let’s just say I have to clamp my mouth shut to refrain from tearing the lace with my teeth just to get at them.
“Leighton! Please, just fuck her already. You’re killing me,” Abigail sounds from beneath me, squeezing and relaxing her cunt around my length.
FUCK IT! I say to myself as I slip from within her, both of us hissing as sensitivity rakes our bodies.
“God,” Abbi says as she rolls her eyes into the back of her sockets. Just the mere thought of seeing me with someone else is driving her closer to the edge she has needed for a long time. The last time she had indulged in this side of her was when Antonio had been alone with her.
I stand from the bed, planting my feet firmly on the floor. Andrea walks to me and stands before my towering height. She is short, probably similar to my sister Georgia, barely reaching my chest. She looks up at me with big brown eyes and then sinks to her knees.
She wraps her hand around my girth, looking up at me through her lashes, asking permission.
“Good girl,” I tell her and she takes my approval. She opens her mouth and sinks it down over my dick, pushing the pulsing head to the back of her warm throat. “Oh fuck!” I moan out, jolting further forward into her heated cavern.
“Baby, do you know how hot that is? God, she is so good at that,” Abbi tells me as she attempts to roll onto her side, her limp arm still causing her problems, but she doesn’t let it sway her decision to join in this awesome, spontaneous threesome.
“God, it’s so fucking hot, shit she’s so fucking good.” I roll my head on my shoulder, looking to the ceiling as she swallows me entirely. I finger my hands into her curly mass of brown locks, pulling at them to drag her further over me, gagging her pretty mouth.
“So fucking close angel,” I inform Abbi, letting her know how crazy Andrea is driving me. FUCKING CRAZY!
“Do it baby, come in her mouth. Make her swallow it.” Shit, with that dominating tone in her voice, all I can think of is Abigail in kink leather, wielding a whip, telling Andrea everything she can and can’t do. Why would I find my wife hot as a Domme?
I shake my head to rid that thought. My wife is not a dominant, she is pure submissive, through and through, and if I have to spank her arse into next Sunday to reassure her of her place, I’ll gladly do it, and not because the very thought makes my dick spurt.
“FUCK!” I shout as I hold Andrea’s head still and begin to ram in and out, coming down her throat. As I release the last bit, I force myself to the back of her throat and hold myself there so she is forced to take the entire contents down.
“Argghhh,” I cry out as I feel her cheek hollow and her mouth suck ferociously at me. “Good pet.” I stroke her hair as she slowly drags her lips over my dick on retreat. She looks up to me, her brown eyes now twinkling with pure heated arousal, the corner of her mouth collecting a little cum.
I bend and swipe my thumb over the little pool, collecting it on the tip. I turn to look at Abbi as she barely holds it together, and hold my thumb out for her to take.
She leans herself forward, resting on her elbow. She looks to me the same way Andrea had, wrapping her plump rosy red lips around the tip and sucking hard. Her eyes roll back as she collects the taste in her mouth. “Tasty baby?” I ask her and she nods around it, moaning her pleasure.
“Andrea, come here, bend over the bed.” She gets to her feet and stands in front of me, facing Abigail who is now spread open wide, her bare, soaking-wet cunt ready and waiting.
I hear the wetting of lips, and I suspect Andrea licks hers at the view of my wife so open and ready. “My cum is in there pet, go and have a taste. I know how much you like it.” I push at her shoulder blades, pushing her over. Her perfectly pinched waist bends and her outstanding curvy hips plump out for me to grab onto.
Abbi moans loudly, “Fuck. So good.” Andrea’s head is swiping up and down the glorious groove that parts my wife’s pussy lips.
I look to Abigail’s face and wink as she stares intently at me. She bites her lip hard, I suspect a little blood may even have visited the surface as she loses herself somewhere in the room around us.
I look down at Andrea’s arse, ripe and round, beckoning for me to slide between. My palm is twinging, throbbing with the need to redden her. FUCK IT. I bring my hand down hard on her right cheek.
“Oh god.” She moans through her oral feast on my spouse. She clearly likes somebody taking the control away from her. I take it as my invitation to try another collision. I slap her backside three more times, hard, causing a delicious scarlet to cover the surface, making perfect impressions of my large hands.
I can feel the heat of her cunt as her pussy lips surround the head of my dick. It is jutting forward as its own mind takes over and goes forward for me. I can’t take anymore; I bring my hands up to feel her rounded hips and begin to slide forward, my helmet spearing through her opening and inside.
Condom. Fuck.
I pull out with the refusal of Andrea and her sex squeezes me tight, begging me to stay.
I fetch a rubber from my wallet and roll it over the straining length of my man. That’s better. I stroke it up and down as I watch Abigail being eaten thoroughly.
It’s time Leighton, I tell myself, as I grab those begging hips once more and ram forward, eliciting a scream to erupt from within the good nurse's throat.
“Take it like a good little subby.” Because, quite frankly that’s what the nurse is, regardless of what she thinks she might be.
I am in heaven as I pound in and out of her tight cunt, gripping me like a fist, stroking me further and further to another climax.
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��Leighton, baby, IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD!” Abbi shouts the last part as her body bucks from the bed and the most beautiful noise I think I ever heard, leaves her mouth.
Yep, I am correct.
HEAVEN.
Chapter Sixteen Abigail
I thought I could survive without another person joining Leighton and I, but I had been so wrong. Leighton more than satisfied me, Jesus, he was a god among men, but I had missed the feel of another woman on my body, touching and teasing me.
“Babe, how does she feel on you?” Leighton asks me. “Is she good, does she make you wet?” he continues, and the feel of Andrea’s tongue lapping at my pussy and that deep dominant tone coming from my husband is sending me closer to a shattering orgasm.
“Yes, yes, god yes.” I scream, bucking my hips up onto her. My head is to the side, watching as Leighton ploughs into her cunt, every forceful thrust pushing her closer to me.
“Good,” he bites out sharply and then attacks her with a raw, violent need. I can tell he needed this, and I can’t deny him anything. I’d give him the moon and fucking stars, and if fucking another person whilst I watch on in total arousal does it for him, I’d sit in the corner of our room and watch him for eternity as he ruins another cunt or arse.
“FUCK!” I feel Andrea say against my wet sex as my husband fucks her hard and steadily. I know how it feels to be used this way, I am privileged enough to experience it every day.
“She’s close angel, I can feel her pussy gripping me hard, just like you do. Should I let her cum or should I make her wait until we’re ready?” Leighton asks me. I have been at the end of that as well, the torturing of my cunt. I can’t count how many times I have been left about to explode because I have let my inner brat take over.
“Leighton, I need to cum right now, please just fuck her so she’ll continue,” I beg him, my body practically shaking with need.
“Aww princess, somebody's a little frustrated. What if I slowed down like this?” He pulls slowly from her and glides in even slower, her tongue pretty much seizing to function. “Or maybe I’ll pull her up against me.” He wraps his arms around her stomach and then pulls her body completely from me and up parallel to his own, I feel neglected as my pussy screams for her tongue again. “Or maybe I’ll just take her over there and fuck her against the wall.” He starts to back away and I literally cry, my heart pounding crazily inside my chest.
“Please, I need you both.” I want to lift myself up from the bed to be more in line with the both of them, but my stupid arm won’t let me, and the other is pretty tired and therefore lacking in mobility as well.
“How much baby, what would you do to have her? What would you give to feel her against your wet cunt?” God, his voice is sending me closer to that peak without even having somebody touching me. His deep tone barrels through my entire being and penetrates my core so fiercely I judder from the pleasure.
“Anything, I’d do anything baby, just please, please I need it so fucking bad.” I attempt to get my working arm to move, to maybe give myself something that will settle the crazy tension that has built inside of me.
Thank you God, I say to myself as my one working arm slowly lifts and moves to the designated begging area. I moan loudly as my fingers separate my labia and delve inside my hot tight wetness. “ABBI.” Leighton speaks roughly. “If you don’t remove your hand from your pussy you will not experience either of us on you, in you or near you. And I will get Andrea to come in here every night and I will fuck her pussy, arse and mouth all night long whilst you lie there dry and begging for me to let you cum, and then I will spank your fucking arse for being so disobedient. What will it be pet?” he asks me, thinking that maybe his threat will make me stop immediately, but everything he has just said he’d do only makes me wetter and hotter. I want that, I want to watch him lose himself, I want to see her face turn the same shade of sexy as mine always does, and most of all I want that pain. I crave desperately to feel it once again, burning my backside and searing through my body reminding me that I am alive, that I am here and that Leighton cares.
I continue to masturbate, pushing my fingers forcefully inside of myself, circling them and driving myself fucking crazy. “Son of a bitch,” Leighton whines.
He walks the two of them to the end of my bed, pushing her harshly over the rails that support the frame and then drives in dangerously hard. She screams loudly, her body colliding with the metal. “Take it like a good fucking Sub. You think you’re a Domme pet, but your nothing but a delicious tight submissive.” I don’t care if she is dominant, after being with my husband she is going to be just like me, craving for the sting of his expert hand, the feel of his flogger staining my arse with red stripes, his cock deadly and potent inside of her, there is no way she can’t.
He brings a hand up and wraps it tightly in her hair, using it as a grip to pull her back onto his forward slams. “Argh, argh, argh.” She moans out repeatedly, I can hear the slapping of soaking wet flesh as his dick rapidly meets her dripping cunt.
“Keep doing that Abigail, and I’ll cum inside her tight cunt and then I will refuse you release until I see fit.” He threatens me as he stares between my legs where my hand is getting me off.
“Going to cum,” I shout as I near the climax I desperately seek. I thrum my fingers in and out, my thumb circling my clit until I explode. “COMING!” I scream loudly, thrusting my pelvis up as the waves roll over and over, smashing against the rocks of my arousal, corroding them and leaving me crumbling to the make-believe floor inside of me.
“Fuck it.” I hear him speak through the fogginess of my consciousness. “Argghhh!” I hear the ‘Slam’ ‘Slam’ ‘Slam’ as he fucks her hard and then the silence as I know he will be finishing inside of her. I smile to myself as I lay hazily on the bed trying to gain some semblance of reality.
She moans, cries and screams as his release gets her off like a rocket. She sounds so beautiful coming apart the way she has.
“Good pet, now, clean up and get back to work, we shall see you next time you are on shift.” I hear the slap as his hand collides with her bum. “On your way sweetness.”
I giggle as I feel the world drifting around me. I feel like I am outside of my body, floating like an angel in the cloudy heaven. I am happier than I have been in ages; I missed this, the joining of three bodies, sometimes four, as they lost themselves in the best thing the human body could do. SEX.
“What are you laughing at sweetheart? You have been very bad today, I’m not happy.” It is a shame that his face can’t keep up the lie he is trying to tell. I know he enjoyed this as much as I have, including the inner brat I revealed.
“Because, Mr Lock, I happen to have enjoyed what just happened, I happen to love watching you fuck somebody else, man or woman, losing yourself inside of their body, and I happen to REALLY like touching myself. So it worked out perfect for everyone.” I smile big and bold at him, his own lips curling a little at the edges.
“You’re forgetting one thing, angel.” Those lips turn into a naughty devilish smile and it makes the pussy between my thighs, that has already exploded multiple times today, tighten and struggle to remain calm. It is pulsing and throbbing and begging for him to carry out whatever threat he has conjured up in his brilliant brain.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that baby?” I bite my lip hard, staring at his intense dark green eyes, my blue ones boring into him, begging him for that hand of his that I can see struggling to not twitch.
“Oh baby, you are pushing me hard tonight, I think you’ll find I can be far more inventive and imaginative than a simple spank. You have seen many sides of me now Princess, well pretty much all of them, but there are a few sides to me that are a little, what shall I call them? Fucked up? Yes, that seems like an apt description.” He nods to himself, acceptant of his own description. His naked form is beside me and glorious in every aspect.
“And what are those sides? I’m sure I could handle them, baby. I can handle anything you throw at
me.” I bite my lip again as he laughs sadistically.
“Oh sweetheart, these are sides of myself even I don’t think I can handle. I’ve kept them from even entering my mind because sometimes I just can’t control what happens and I fear it could overtake every ounce of the Leighton you know.” I don't know if it is just me but the temperature in the room has escalated above bearable. I am finding every word that leaves his mouth far too sexy and arousing. I should be petrified of this new person he is once again showing, the threatening words he is saying of how I should be scared of his other sides, but I am now so desperate to meet them, and love them with the same intense passion I do every side of him. There isn’t a thing he can do that will send me away.
“You can handle anything Leighton, and I will be there and love every ounce of you there is, good, bad, ugly and beautiful. Please let me see the true you, let me show you there is no part of you I would not die to keep, to have and hold.” I struggle to push myself to a seated position, my arm still showing no sign of returning to its original self.
“I wish I could believe you Abbi, but this is too dark for you and your beautiful pure self. I can’t allow anything to change the way you are, who you are.” I sigh as I turn my body so my legs hang off the edge.
I put my good arm around his hip and pull him between my legs, I lean my head to his chest and comfort in the steady beating of his strong whole heart. “I promised myself that I would never change for anyone, and I haven’t. Everything I have ever done in this life, since I grasped control of it that is, is to live the way I wanted to, to love who I wanted, to have what I wanted. Leighton, baby, I would never let you change me, and I would never want you to. You fell in love with this girl, not some make believe fake persona I wanted you to see. I’m real and I’m true and I want to see everything you have to give. Please let me love the entirety of you, not just those bits you think I can handle. Show me. Please.” I beg him, breathing in his intoxicating scent, a mixture of arousal, sweet sweat and pure and utter Leighton Lock.