Dipped her head and sucked that nipple between pursed lips.
Started to flick her tongue back and forth, learning to read the responses in her lover’s body. The sudden tensing, the gasp. The hand that went to her head and held her there, against that delicious breast.
She moved a hand down, found the hardness of hip, the soft swell of ass.
Moved the hand round and eased her leg away so she could cup her lover’s smooth, wet pussy. Feel that softness parting around her fingers, the firm wet grip of Martha’s cunt as her middle finger slid home.
Martha was so wet!
Had Anna been this wet last night, in response to Martha’s fingers?
She squeezed, felt the shifting of that softness in her grip, the tensing of Martha’s body and another gasp.
As she took more of Martha’s weight on her hand, her lover started to roll her pelvis, grinding against that hand.
This was so intense! She’d never known how much she wanted this – needed this – until now, when she had it.
She raised her head and kissed Martha on the cheek.
Smiled.
And drew her hand away.
“Just like last night,” she said. “I think you’re good to go.”
Martha met her look, and it was clear she understood. Anna had taken her right to the edge, so close to the brink of climax, and then... stopped. Left her dangling. Primed.
She turned to look at Harry. He lay on the bed, propped up on both elbows. The sheet was still bunched across his lap, his dick covered, but its shape obvious, the long hard shaft lying to one side, the swollen head resting on his hip, clearly visible where the sheet lay across him.
As she looked, Anna saw her husband’s dick give an involuntary twitch, an almost animal-like movement.
He looked so hot like that, barely covered by the sheet, obviously turned on, and that hungry look all over his face.
Martha was watching her, waiting.
Anna met her look and nodded.
Martha moved to the foot of the bed, reached for the sheet and – so slowly – started to pull it down. The fine cotton pulled tight across Harry’s thighs, meeting resistance where the bunching tugged against his hard dick, and he gasped at that sudden pull.
His eyes were fixed on Martha’s now – such an intense, strange thing for Anna to see. Odd how that look was more striking and challenging than the physical act of what they were doing. The intimacy of that look, the obvious arousal.
Just a look, but yet... so much more. This really was something totally different, strange new territory.
The sheet was pulled taut now, and one more tug was all it took, pulling it down across Harry’s thighs to expose his long, hard dick. Released, it swung up to near-vertical against the ripples of his belly.
Martha straightened, shrugged her shoulders and that silky gown slid down her arms, her back, over her perfect ass, and fell to the floor.
She raised a knee and rested it on the bed, then leaned forward, her movements so graceful, the swing of her ass so tantalizing as she started to crawl up between Harry’s spread legs.
She leaned over him, studying his dick, pausing as if to decide what she was going to do.
Anna was transfixed. Her husband lying there, his legs spread around this gorgeous naked woman, one hand moving up to stroke her ribcage. This angle displayed Martha’s perfect ass well, the slit of her pussy just showing.
Martha dipped her head, and swept upwards, licking the underside of Harry’s shaft. His whole body tensed, and one fist gripped the edge of the bed.
Now, finally, Anna glanced at Aaron.
He stood by her side, their arms not quite touching.
He was watching his wife on Harry, his expression eager, smiling, but now he sensed Anna’s look and turned.
Anna looked away, suddenly – bizarrely – shy. As she did so, she couldn’t help noticing the way his robe had tented out at the front, his erection straining to break free.
She looked up at him again, and smiled.
She glanced across again, saw Martha bobbing her head up and down, far more vigorously than she’d dared last night. Saw Harry peering across at her, his expression a mixture of thrill and disbelief.
She moved across, stepping past Aaron, came to the side of the bed and bent over, fully aware of the view Aaron would have of her bare ass, her pussy showing from behind just as Martha’s had when she’d kneeled between Harry’s legs.
She put a hand to Harry’s face, then leaned lower and kissed him.
Moving that hand, she reached for Martha’s face, slowing her, stopping her. Martha saw her smile, and Anna knew her friend was probably a couple of steps ahead of her already. Slowly, she drew her head up until Harry’s dick flopped free, slapping down onto his belly.
Anna took it in her hand, savoring the wet slide of skin on skin, lubricated by Martha’s spit.
She felt a hand on her waist then, resting on the swell of her hip. Glanced back and saw that Aaron had moved in closer. His gown hung open now, his long, fat dick swinging free.
Martha straightened, crawled further up the bed, swinging a leg over Harry’s, and then the other leg. Straddling him, and shuffling closer.
Anna held her husband’s dick upright as Martha positioned herself. She felt the first resistance as Martha lowered herself onto him, sliding down around him until the wet softness of her pussy rested on Anna’s fist where it still closed around the base of Harry’s shaft.
Martha started to rock her hips, pulling clear a little and then sliding down again, grinding against Anna’s fist.
Anna kissed her husband again, savoring every contact of wet pussy with her fist, every movement of Harry’s hard dick in her grip.
She pulled away, then. Twisted, and kissed Martha, finally relinquishing her grip and letting Martha take him fully inside her.
That hand on her hip...
Aaron moved in behind her now. Anna knew he liked to watch, liked to hear Martha’s stories, but now the time for watching had passed.
Now, that hand gripped her hip while the other cupped her ass.
She pulled away from Martha’s kiss, met Harry’s look, spread her legs a little to make sure he could see everything, as that hand that had cupped her ass pushed lower, moving in from behind to cradle her pussy.
“You like?” she gasped. “You like to see his hand there?”
Harry’s eyes were wide. He managed a nod.
And now it was all Anna could do to remain standing as that hand started to work her pussy, pushing against her, into her... His thumb pushed at her opening and slid inside, leaving his fingers free to work her mound, sliding the fleshy hood across her clit and making her legs weak.
She reached back, and her hand folded around hard dick, guided it until he pushed between her legs, sliding against his hand on her pussy.
Harry’s eyes were fixed on what was happening, that dick sliding against her. Now Aaron moved his hand, supporting his dick as it slid through Anna’s wet folds.
She bent over, taking her weight on her hands, with her knees resting against the side of the bed.
Her face hung over Harry’s now, and she kissed him, then drew away so he could turn his head, peer under her body to the spreading of her legs, to where Aaron now shifted how he stood so he could angle upward.
She felt the swollen head of his dick press against her opening and then slide inside.
“Oh!”
Watched the look on Harry’s face as he watched that dick sliding deep into her.
Bent lower to kiss him. Let him feel the movements of her body as Aaron started to thrust. Kissing her husband while she was fucked by another guy.
She turned, then, straightened a little, and kissed Martha. Clung to her.
This was never going to last long. So many sensations. So many unprecedented, intensely horny juxtapositions. The look on Harry’s face, on Martha’s. The steady pounding of Aaron’s dick inside her.
She cried o
ut. Felt a twisting in her core. A clenching of muscles deep inside her.
Was, for a moment, lost to all but those sensations.
And then, still clinging to Martha for support, she managed to breathe again, felt her senses flooding back, realized Aaron was holding himself deep in her, his grip tight on her hips. Felt that delicious rushing sensation as his throbbing dick filled her with its juices.
Harry... Martha...
They were still going.
Had Martha come? Anna thought she had, thought she’d heard her crying out at her peak.
And now...
As Aaron pulled back, out, Anna leaned lower, dragging her mouth down Martha’s body to where the two joined, that grinding of wet flesh. As Martha rolled her hips back, Harry’s dick pulled partway clear, and now Anna closed her mouth around its base, pressing her tongue against him. Tasting Martha’s juices for the first time.
When Martha ground down, Anna twisted so her mouth slid against pussy, against clit and mound, lips and tongue sliding and pressing.
Harry thrust, arching his spine, and she felt his hand on her head. His dick drove back into Martha and he groaned, long and loud, and now when Martha rolled her hips, drawing back, Anna slid her mouth down around the base of a dick that was softening, that tasted of semen.
Martha paused, and Anna licked at them both, tasting that mix of Harry’s and Martha’s juices. As he softened further, Anna closed her mouth around his shaft, pulled at him and felt him sliding out of their lover’s cunt.
As the head of his dick pulled free, Anna took it into her mouth and pushed down, swallowing him whole. She loved that sensation, a dick that was not quite soft, not quite hard, filling her mouth. Loved the intimacy of it. Loved what Harry told her of the shift in his own sensations, of being gently sucked after he had come, of just being held in her mouth as he grew soft.
Finally, Martha pulled completely free, settling back between his legs, watching Anna as she held him still in her mouth. When Martha moved, she settled on her knees, lowering her face close to Anna. Kissing her on the cheek, moving her mouth to his balls. Kissing Anna’s lips where they closed around his soft shaft.
Holding her friend’s look, Anna pulled clear until she only held the head of Harry’s dick in her mouth, then moved as if to kiss Martha, instead pressing his dick against her mouth, into it, passing him to her so she, now, could suck him tenderly, intimately.
She rolled away. Came to lie next to Harry and kiss him on the mouth. Let him taste Martha and himself on her lips, her tongue.
Aaron still stood by the bed, taking it all in. His dick hung long and soft, still glistening with Anna’s juices.
She reached for him, closed her hand around that shaft and drew it to her mouth so she could suck him in, while her hand took the weight of his balls.
§
There was room for all four of them on that big bed in Aaron and Martha’s guest room.
Aaron settled in next to Anna, lying on his side with one arm looped across her belly. His hand lay on her ribs, occasionally moving up to cup a breast, and his dick rested on her hip.
Martha lay on the far side, one leg drawn up over Harry’s, her hand still holding his dick, occasionally pulling and stroking.
“So...” said Harry, after a time. “What now?”
“Well, if last night’s anything to go by...” said Anna.
“Last night?” asked Martha, her words muffled where her mouth pressed against Harry’s shoulder.
“Last night,” said Anna. “After you’d gone. Well... Harry has powers of recovery, that’s all I’ll say.”
“Hmm?” Martha straightened a little, looking up at Harry. Her hand on his dick started to move again. “You say?” Then: “Oh... I see.”
When Anna looked down, she saw her husband’s dick starting to fill out again. “Oh yeah,” she said.
She turned to peer into Aaron’s eyes. Reached down and found his dick again, already starting to swell. “Hmm?” she said, biting on her lower lip.
The slight sag in his jaw was answer enough.
A Don’t stop that thing you’re doing.
A Let’s see where this goes...
Outside, the storm still blew.
It was Sunday morning and none of them had to be anywhere in a hurry.
§
The Accidental Hotwife series continues in part three, The Accidental Harem
My husband knows me so well.
He knows what’s in my head. My fantasies. The desires most people would never share.
And somehow we’ve reached the point where some of those fantasies come true.
You see... I have lovers. Not just a lover. Lovers.
And my husband knows all about them.
Martha likes to explore. She likes to try new things... new people. Martha has taken not just one lover, but several – all with not only her husband’s approval, but his encouragement. Does that make her a hotwife? Is this collection of occasional lovers some kind of harem? A reverse harem?
And once you’ve opened your relationship to such wild and new possibilities – to lovers – then what next?
This is the account of one long weekend in Martha's life – the weekend her husband realizes he might finally end up losing her to these fantasies.
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