Pleasured at Last (A swinger, hotwife, menage erotic story)

by Alexandra Vaugh

  And then Reggie was there, pressing himself against Karla’s back and reminding her that there had always been three of them here.

  She gasped and leaned back into his body, felt the hardness of the buttons of his shirt on her spine, the roughness of his stubble against her neck and shoulders causing her to shiver. His cock prodded insistently at the cheeks of her ass, the tip finding its resting place in her cleft, and Karla instantly knew what he wanted, what a good time looked like in the minds of the two men that she had given herself to. Karla stilled, rising and falling with Warren’s slight, automatic thrusts inside her, her eyes locked on the wall slightly above his head.

  ‘Trust us…’ Reggie whispered into her ear, drawing another shiver from the woman. Her mouth opened, a formless sound of pleasure leaving her lips, more the product of the man currently buried inside her than of any conscious thought, but it afforded her time to think nonetheless; she had never done anything like this before, but then, earlier tonight she had never been in a sex club before, never had sex outside of her marriage, and now Karla was the sort of person she never had been before, who had done both of those things.

  People are always changing. They are always doing things they had never done before, in the process breaking that excuse for themselves and, in some cases at least, making the new thing they had indulged in less imposing than it had been before they had done it.

  Lacking the words to express all this with an eleven-inch cock balls-deep inside her, Karla nodded, then leaned her head back onto Reggie’s broad shoulder, allowing him to kiss down the line of her jaw. She could feel him moving behind her, a slick sound suggesting that he was applying lube, a thought that was confirmed when Reggie spread her cheeks and pushed forward, his cock dripping more wetness than Karla could possibly have produced on her own. Breathing deeply, Karla concentrated on relaxing, having heard somewhere that nervous tightness was the enemy of this process. With warm hands and welcoming lips, the two men aided her in this, Warren leaning in to kiss her deeply as Reggie’s hands stroked soft, long lines up and down Karla’s bare skin.

  She melted into their collective embrace, and felt only the slightest pinch of pain as Reggie’s tip breached her, pushing inside. The discomfort roiled beneath a sea of pleasure, however, doing little but sharpening the sensations she felt, a point of contrast adrift in Karla’s ecstasy. The further in Reggie pushed, the easier it became, and with slow, measured thrusts, Reggie carefully began to fuck Karla’s ass.

  Karla had never felt anything like this before, she had no way to prepare for it. Two thick, throbbing cocks pushed in and out of her, stoking an abiding sexual heat within her, rising slowly from her hips to fill the rest of her body. Anal sex was new and alien, but it was but one of a number of new things that were happening to her tonight, if the most immediately physically imposing one of that number. Karla drank in every moment of it, reveling in the sheer size of the men she was with, not to mention the fact that there were two of them, two partners to pleasure, two masculine voices grunting in unison as they took their satisfaction from her body and left more than fair recompense in sheer, nerve-tingling bliss they gave to her in return.

  She came quickly, her body still primed for it from the last time, and stimulated at all points, the next orgasm had been almost inevitable. Warren’s fingers dug into her thighs, Reggie squeezed her breasts with both hands, and both of those things tugged at the nerves in her body like strings leading down to Karla’s clit, until she exploded between them, wracked with climax in their grip. Throwing back her head, screaming to the rafters, Karla shuddered as paroxysms of pleasure ripped through her, far more powerful than the first orgasm she had had tonight, the second dick in her contriving to redouble the sensations she felt, stoking her climax to greater heights than Karla could have imagined. Acting on animal instinct, her hips angled themselves into Reggie and Warren’s manhoods, pressing down onto them as hard as she could, her holes clenching down on their shafts, shivering in abject ecstasy.

  Just then, right at the peak of her pleasure, Warren reached out and slid the pad of one finger along Karla’s clit.

  A shriek and a gasp should not be possible all at once, the two motions of breath deeply contradictory, but Karla managed it anyway. Her body ached with sensation, the new stimulation direct to the seat of her pleasure causing even the heights she had been driven to by her new lovers to fall away. Karla soared yet higher, ascending to new levels of utter delight. Warren persisted in touching her between her legs, his fingers following her as she rose and fell on the two cocks within her, lending a new intensity to the action. In response, Karla let go, and lost herself to the fucking, the simple, dirty rutting, without consequences or problems.

  Time lost all meaning. Karla could see no clocks with which to mark its passage, and she wouldn’t have looked at them even if she could, choosing instead to look to the men she was with. She trailed her hands up under Warren’s shirt, feeling the complex play of his muscles beneath his skin as he fucked her, the human body in the process of sex a true marvel, and one that Karla had never bothered to experience like this before. She laid some of her weight onto his chest, allowing her to push her hips into them both with renewed vigor and leverage. Her pussy dripped down Warren’s shaft, she could hear how wet she was whenever she pushed herself down on him.

  She had never been that wet before.

  ‘Maybe I should’ve asked this earlier…’ Warren grunted, and in his eyes Karla could see desire, pure and unadulterated, and it was directed solely at her. He wanted her, wanted nothing more in that moment than to possess her in precisely the way he now did, buried deep inside her. Karla blushed to see it, and had to force herself to pay attention to his words and not his face, as he continued: ‘But, are you… do you need me to pull out?’

  ‘Come in me,’ Karla gasped, surprising herself with the savagery in her voice. She was on the pill, it was perfectly safe for Warren to do so, but she would have told him to even if that weren’t true; she desired it too greatly, in that instant. She wanted to be marked by him, to be filled by the both of them, so that she could retain that little piece of them in her memory. ‘It’s safe, so do it. Fill me up…’

  She kept bouncing between them, unable to do anything else. Her body had become this rhythm, the back and forth between Warren in her cunt, and Reggie in her ass; there was nothing else, no Karla but the Karla who was being fucked. She came, and came again, everything in her reaching out from orgasm to orgasm, devouring the sensations of climax with oversensitive greed, to the point that her clit ached and her body throbbed with need that simply could not be sated. Not now. All she could do was want more. More sex.

  More of them.

  Warren’s orgasm hit her like a shock, the first spurt of his seed inside her a rippling wave of warmth that spread rapidly up Karla’s hips. His cock pulsed in her with every shot, and Karla’s pussy clamped down tight onto him in response. Strong fingers gripped her tightly, holding Karla to him as he spent himself in her, while behind her, Reggie continued to use her, not heedless of what was happening, but intent on using it to intensify their collective pleasure yet further. He joined them in orgasm almost as soon as Warren had finished, pulling Karla back and clutching at her as he came, the first time that anyone had done so in her ass. The sensation was… strange, but as wrapped up in her sexuality as she was, Karla could not find it anything but pleasurable. She wiggled her ass against Reggie, milking him for every drop.

  And then… exhale…

  The three of them fell apart, shaking and panting for breath. Karla was allowed to fall forward, resting herself on Warren’s chest, his softening cock remaining inside her but slowly, gradually slipping out. Her pussy still sparked with the occasional aftershock of orgasm, wet walls clenching down on nothing as she slowly regained herself from the sexual fugue she had immersed herself in. Warren’s lips brushed the top of her head, kissing her hair with an odd amount of affection, and Karla blushed.

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sp; ‘Holy shit…’ She whispered, meaning it on so many levels that Karla knew she would be parsing it all in her head all night, at least. Now that she was finished, she could hear the sounds echoing in from outside, reminding her that what she had just done had all occurred in the confines of a club, a party that was still ongoing. Karla would, when it came time to leave, have to do so through that party, winding her way around the perversities she had seen coming in, now in the knowledge that she was no different. She began to wonder whether she should go to find Jennifer before she left, but…

  No.

  For now, Karla relaxed. For now, she allowed the aches of exertion to soak into her tired muscles, mixing with the distant throb of undone pleasure. Forgetting Jennifer, and William, and life outside of this one room and the two people that had brought her such pleasure, Karla sighed.

  For now, she simply was.

  ***

  Later, far away from the lights of the club and alone at last, the night closed in around Karla. Laying in her own bed once more, isolated and so far from her husband, the darkness closed in around her. She stared at it, stared blankly into the night, the events of earlier replaying endlessly behind her eyes. Her hands had once been idle, but occasionally, in a spasm of desperate desire, they drifted between her legs as she remembered, bringing her to yet another orgasm at the thought of Warren’s thick cock, or Reggie’s rough kisses, or some other in the infinite array of sexy memories she had formed in but the span of a few hours.

  In the spans between masturbation, when Karla’s mind cleared and the reality of the life around her, she planned. Because her time with Warren and Reggie had not simply granted Karla a new appreciation of her own sexuality, no; it had also bestowed upon her a resolve, a determination that she hadn’t felt in a long time, only ever felt about things she truly cared for.

  She thought of William then, her husband, whom she still loved, and his bound-up, work-oriented life. She thought of the man inside that was surely bursting at the seams to get out. And as her mind wheeled, Karla planned.

  Because, now more than ever, she truly needed a plan.

  Karla needed to know how she was going to convince William to return with her to the club, and partake in its delights as she had.

  Had, and if she had anything to do with it, would again. With her husband’s complete blessing!

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  Alexandra Vaughn is a West Coast erotica writer in her mid 30’s who’s been around the block a lot more than most people would expect from a bookish, IT geek. But don’t let her librarian looks fool you! She’s been a reader and secret writer of erotica for years and living in one of the sexiest cities in the country has given her a treasure chest of hot story ideas!

  Her stories blur the line between romance and kinky erotica and readers can expect lusty affairs, sizzling menages, star crossed lovers, BDSM and some of the hottest characters and scenes you’ve ever read!

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