by Viva Fox
For some time he continued to wash me, to such an extent that I felt largely surprised that the water didn't go cold.
Then, at last, he rose back up to his full height, giving me a last kiss on the lips, and turning off the water. He pulled me out of the tub, and carefully, reverently drying me off. He rubbed oil all over my warm, moist skin, anointing me in a way that made me feel incredible, and when at last he was finished, he gave me a playful smack on the rump with the palm of his hand, causing me to bust out giggling.
“Alright,” he said, smiling his most charming smile, “Go and put on your prettiest outfit. I have a lot planned for you for your special day.”
And I'll be damned if he was kidding, about that either. Because from the moment we'd stepped out the door to the present, it seemed he was bound and determined to provide me the absolute happiest birthday I'd ever celebrated, taking me anywhere and everywhere I could possibly have hoped to go, and making me feel so loved and special that I could barely even believe it.
The two of us had spent the day together visiting boutiques, browsing through an absolutely beautiful art exhibit, taking a stroll through the park, and at last going out to have dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town. And, from the way things were looking just now, the promise of an even steamier sexual rendezvous on the horizon seemed like it was surely imminent...
2
Dinner now over, the two of us found ourselves rolling around in the back of a taxi, his hands all over me, as we made our way through any number of the suppressed sexual urges we'd been harboring throughout the course of our dinner.
I actually felt just a little bit sorry for the poor bastard of a cab driver we had, because I could tell there was an immense temptation on his part to gawk back at us in the rear view mirror. But, these sorts of thoughts proved fleeting to say the least, given my sweet, splendid preoccupation at the moment with what was going on with myself and my husband.
His lips melted across my skin, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and my head beginning to go light as I inhaled his breath. I shuddered, then, as his hand crept in between my thighs, edging dangerously close to the middle where my loins were positively on fire for his touch.
I forced myself, in spite of my own wishes, to pull away from him, absolutely gasping by this point, and my eyes wide, looking just a little bit crazy at him.
“Good God,” I laughed, my lips spread into the most devilish of smiles. “You could at least wait until we're not in public, you know... And where the hell are we going, anyway?” Charles had handed the cab driver an address written on a slip of paper upon our stepping into the taxi, without saying a word or giving me the courtesy of overhearing our final destination of the evening.
“You'll just have to wait and see,” he said, and piled himself on top of me, smothering me pleasantly beneath his weight, taking in such a huge inhale of me that I thought he might damn near choke on me.
Before too much longer, the taxi pulled at last to a halt, and I slid up from beneath my husband to see that we'd arrived outside a hotel. I smiled at this, and gave Charles another hot, wet peck on the lips, thinking that a romantic end to our evening at a hotel would just about hit the spot.
He paid the cab driver, and the two of us walked in through the main entrance to the hotel. I was caught off guard, however, by the fact that Charles didn't check in at the front desk, didn't receive a key or anything. He simply walked on past as though it was nothing, leading me stunned by the hand, puzzling to figure out just what was going on.
“But... Our key,” I interjected feebly, perplexed, but by this point there was no stopping him on his path to the elevator, and I figured I may as well just go with whatever he had planned. Surely, he could have picked up our room key prior to arrival somehow, and it wasn't all that mysterious when you really got right down to it.
The ride up in the elevator seemed to take forever, and I waited with baited breath and a libido like a raging dragon as we edged nearer and nearer to what seemed the top floor. At last, the doors came sliding open, and he took me once again, smiling, by the hand. As many times as the two of us had had sex together, I still couldn't stop my heart rate from skyrocketing as we marched nearer and nearer to the room, the anticipation killing me, and the prospect of how brutally he would plow me on those hotel sheets once we were in there driving me absolutely wild.
But then, I felt my heart suddenly skip a beat, as the two of us arrived at the door to what was evidently supposed to be our room. But there was no card key used for it, at all, and I felt absolutely perplexed and set on edge when, for some strange reason, he extended a hand and knocked on the door.
And slowly, it slid open.
My jaw just about damn near hit the floor.
Standing there, shirtless, and smiling with the most gorgeous of grins out at the two of us, was none other than my old high school crush himself, Bobby Jones, his body broader, more muscular, and even more agonizing than ever in its slightly glazed state, as though he'd taken a shower before my arrival here, and oiled himself up in preparation for something very, very steamy.
“Hello again... It's been a while,” Bobby said, an eyebrow raised seductively at me as my husband closed the door behind us, putting a do not disturb sign on the handle, and locking us in. I turned to look at him, stunned and astonished, and he leaned in, whispering in my ear: “I thought maybe, after all this time, we could relive a little bit of the fun you never got to have before... Just the three of us...”
And holy hell...
I was absolutely astonished, stupefied beyond words, and yet turned on like you wouldn't even believe.
To this day, I have no earthly idea just how the two of them got me to go along with all of this so very easily, and with no manner of warning or preparation at all ahead of time. I mean, sure, I wanted it, badly, and on a purely physical level I had no reason to even want to resist its taking place.
But there was also the emotional side of things to consider. I mean, hell, how was I supposed to cast aside every ounce of monogamous intention and allow myself to be shared with another man, without so much as a word about it ahead of time? Under normal circumstances, this would have been the sort of thing that it would have taken an extensive degree of discussion for me to agree to indulge in, and even then I couldn't have guaranteed you I would necessarily be up for it.
But I found, in spite of this fact, that I was not resistant to this. Not to any of it. I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system or the high of my first enjoyable birthday, or if it was any number of combined factors. But something about my mood in that moment, some not totally calculable force creeping through my insides, somehow managed to combine with my sheer, physical lust at the prospect of being bedded by two such capable and powerful men, and I found myself utterly unable to resist giving into such sweet, sweet sin as this.
Before I knew it, the three of us were sitting down on the edge of the bed, our bodies heaving, and the mood so staggering that I thought I might come close to passing out. First things first, Charles peeled out of his shirt, the fabric dissolving up over his head so as to match himself with Bobby, and the fabric then dissolving onto the floor. And then suddenly, I felt Bobby's hand pressing up against my thigh, pulling it toward him, and I turned my trembling face over to peer into his hypnotic eyes.
“You know, you might not know this... But I had a little bit of a thing for you, too, during our high school days. And believe me when I say, I've been waiting a long, long time to do this...”
And as easily as that he leaned in, pulling my face toward him, and I allowed his lips to be received against my own. I could feel my cheeks lighting up crimson, throbbing almost, my head spinning, and lights flashing in front of my eyes as my nostrils flared around him. He was warm, wet, tight and juicy, pushing his tongue into me and tasting me, his own flavor exquisite, and like something I'd only ever fantasized about granted to me in reality.
At first, my lips were largely unrespons
ive against his own in my thoughtless stupor, but after such a degree of prodding and lapping from that skilled tongue of his, I began to push back, taking him in, and letting my own tongue spear into him, the two of them twirling and twisting all wet and hot together.
The light hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up, and the space between my legs began to grow hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, needing these two powerful sexpots inside myself, and unable to compromise my needs and desires for anything in the world.
Then, as if I weren't already about to go sinking through into sheer, sweet hell, I felt Charles' lips press down against my neck, slurping on the flesh and sinking his teeth into me, causing yet another wave of goosebumps to erupt all across my body. As he sucked on my throat like a vampire, he slid a hand up against my warm, beating heart, squeezing on my breast, and his fingers sinking so deep into me that I thought I might go absolutely numb with pleasure.
After so much of this sweet torment, I found myself unable to resist him any longer. I forced myself to pull away Bobby, my head spinning, and to push myself this time into Charles, taking in his familiar taste yet again, and my resistance falling further and further as the moments slipped by.
Back and forth, back and forth between the two men I swapped myself, turning from one set of lips to the other and back again at such a breakneck speed that it was almost dizzying. Bobby began to put his hands on me more directly, slipping his fingers up beneath the fabric of my blouse, and allowing his grip to come creeping up along me. I felt like melting, dissolving into a puddle beneath his sweet, perverse touch, lighting up my system, and getting me so worked up that I felt like crying out in pleasure.
And for as thorough were their abilities to get my goat, I think my two knights in shining armor began to get a little bit more caught up in the affair than they'd ever intended. Because at one point, feeling on the experimental side, I subtly dipped my face out from between the two of them, and my eyes went wide when their faces came together in front of me, their lips locking, and their hard, sculpted cheeks compressing as they sucked on one another's sharp, wet tongues.
It was a few seconds before either man could really take note of what they were doing, and when at last they did, they slowly pulled apart, astonished, a little bit embarrassed I could tell, and not really sure where they should go from here. Then, not seeming to know where exactly they should go from here, they turned to look at me, to see what I might have to say about the matter of their apparently closeted bisexuality- perhaps a shock even to themselves.
All I gave them in response was a smile, perverse and dirty, but encouraging to an extent that there could be no doubt as to my desire for the two of them to continue.
And accordingly, they did just that, leaning into one another, and this time, embracing to an extent that I could tell they really meant it. They scooted across me, and pulled their bodies into one another, their broad, naked chests smacking wetly together in a fashion that drove me mad with desire.
Muscles grinding together and their erections poking at one another through the fabric of their pants. Their arms wrapped around one another, hands sliding across each other's spines, my head not knowing which way to spin as they groped and caressed and grabbed.
I decided, as the two of them were occupied, that things seemed to be genuinely getting under way, and at this point it felt as though there was no turning back. With my lovers occupied, I took this as my opportunity to undress, sliding out of my blouse and skirt, wriggling all the way down to my bra and panties. Then, I watched the two of them for a while in one another's arms, sliding my fingers into my panties and sliding them through my pussy, working the flesh and kneading myself up perversely, moaning as I became wetter and wetter to the sight of the two men in my life getting so hot and heavy.
And then, hell, I thought, why should I be participating so passively, when there was a much more hands- (and lips-) on method of getting involved.
I squatted between the two men and unzipped their pants, sliding them down all the way out of their underwear, and pulling out their massive, erect cocks, allowing my grip to melt along them a few strokes, pushing the skin from their bases to their tips as they kissed up above.
Rhythmically, I began to masturbate them, pumping my grip along until jizz began to stream along their hot, throbbing shafts. And just to have a bit of extra fun, I began to beat their tips together as well, causing their sticky masculinities to cross and collide, driving home the point of their bisexuality, and loving the sight of it as I did so.
Then, when I'd had enough of this, I opened my jaws wide, and allowed my lips to melt down, further along the shaft of my husband's cock. Slowly, slowly, I engulfed him, allowing him to come creeping down along my throat, hot and wet, until at last I arrived at his base, and could feel his tip touching down inside me. Then I slowly reeled my way back up, building up an immense suction as I crept my way along to his engorged purple tip, and then snapping my lips, and bringing out a tremendous sigh from the man up above.
Grinning, then, I turned to his counterpart, and did the same to him as well. Only with him, I decided to put a little more tongue into the action, twisting around him and lapping up every inch of his immensity, saliva pooling around him and dripping all over, dribbling down pleasantly along my cheeks.
I began to grow animalistic in my efforts, any semblance of civility gone as I deep throated these two gorgeous sexpots, swallowing one erection, spitting it back out, and switching to the other, back, forth, back, forth, giving out the best oral sex I had ever had the pleasure of distributing in my life.
Finally, after so long of my superb, agonizing skills, the two of them began to take a more distinct notice of me, their attentions pulled from one another, and grins spread across their lips as I peered up at them with wide eyes and compressed cheeks.
Soon, I was being hoisted up onto the bed between the two of them, my body bouncing and my breasts jiggling as I settled on the mattress, and the three of us really getting down to business. They robbed me of the last few vestiges of my decency, peeling me out of my bra and panties with gliding hands that seemed reverent to my flesh, working me into full, hot, wet, and unadulterated nudity between the two of them. Then, they positively enveloped me, our three naked bodies tangling up into a heaving, fleshy mess, skin grinding up against skin, and every ounce of my body feeling as though it were throbbing with want for them.
I could feel the shafts of their cocks pushing hard up against my body, my saliva coating them as they burned me as though with cattle prods, my need for them getting more and more pressing all the while. Their lips and hands, too, were all over me, leeching onto any surface of flesh they could find, and getting me so damn worked up that it seriously made my head spin.
Then, God help me, the three of us rearranged our collective body across the bedspread, meticulously arranging ourselves in such a manner that all three of us could successfully reach one another. All of us bowed our heads between the legs of the next person in line, and began to suck on whatever set of genitals happened to come into our path.
My lips were around Bobby's large penis once again, my tongue twisting and screwing around him. Charles, meanwhile, was eating out my pussy for the second time that day, his unbeatable oral skills once again overwhelming me as his head bobbed steadily between my wet thighs, each lick its own miniature agony, and my head getting lighter and lighter with each progressive roll of his tongue.
And then, almost shockingly, Bobby was sucking on Charles' cock, his cheeks compressed around the thing and his lips melting along his shaft, tongue twisting, and occasionally taking breaks to nibble on the red, swollen sack of his scrotum. I simply couldn't believe that the two of them were allowing themselves to go this very, very far with one another, and though I could only really see them through the periphery of my own oral torment, the sight of it was like nothing I could ever have imagined.
Soon, all three of us were grunting, groaning, overloading ourse
lves with pleasure, and all three of us arriving at orgasm almost simultaneously. I tasted Bobby's hot, sticky sperm, swallowing his load whole and squinting my eyes tightly as my husband's own climactic efforts caused my legs to come crushing around his bobbing head. And Bobby, I knew, must be swallowing my husband as well, as I heard him grunting and breathing hotly between my legs.
At last, we managed to untangle ourselves, the two men dripping slightly, and my head still reeling with a lack of real comprehension with regards to any of this. We were going to have to kill some time before either of my two studs were ready to have at me again, I knew, and accordingly, we tangled ourselves up once more.
Making out for some time, groping and touching, toying around with one another's naughty bits until they began to take on the state of arousal once more. I savored the feeling of the two of them beginning to harden back up once more as they played with my plump titties, suckling on me and squeezing me tightly, until at last I knew the moment of truth had arrived.