by Julie Bosso
When they reached the couch, Jenny sat down, still wide eyed. Just as she did, she saw Andy walking back toward the elevator. She was a little disappointed that he was leaving, but on the same token, there was a hell of a lot to watch, and she certainly wasn’t complaining. Mike didn’t let him leave though. When he saw him, he rushed over to the elevator. Jenny watched as Mike pointed her direction, and her heart began beating quickly when the two walked back together. She was speechless when they arrived. Mike gestured for Andy to take a seat while Jenny watched nervously. From that point, Mike didn’t waste any time.
The moment Andy was seated, Mike walked up to Jenny. She watched him lean forward and when he pressed his mouth to hers, the surreal nature of everything got even stronger. She felt his hands on her body, his tongue in her mouth, and the weight of Andy’s stare. She was astounded at how his touch and his kiss brought her immediately to the verge of orgasm. It was incredible, as though she’d engaged in five hours of foreplay in the span of ten seconds. She moaned softly against her new husband’s kisses. It seemed to encourage him because he reached down, took the hem of her dress, and lifted it up over her head in one quick movement.
Her skin instantly erupted in goose bumps as the air conditioning blew over her, and she gasped. Mike didn’t slow at all. After tossing her dress beside her, she felt his hands at her hips. Her panties joined the dress, and she felt an instant panic. Anyone could look between her legs and see everything she had to offer. Her bra followed. She looked up at Mike. His face was a mask of lust, his eyes wide, and his mouth partially open. She was naked. It was her honeymoon and she was naked on a couch in a sex club right where anybody could see her. She watched as Mike reached to his own waist and began to remove his pants. She saw the bulge from his cock pressing against his boxers and she sighed softly.
She hesitated, though. Anyone could see her! No…not anyone. Andy could see her. The thought of it took the panic away and replaced it with excitement. She turned to look at him, but she only caught a glimpse before Mike’s hands turned her face back and her new husband’s cock pressed against her lips. It was instinct more than desire that opened her mouth and let her man’s cock push into her. The moment she felt the heat of his shaft and the insistence of his urgency, though, all hesitation disappeared. Andy was watching, and she wondered how it looked to him. Was she like a porn star? Was the sight of her lips stretched around Mike’s shaft doing to Andy what the sight of the blonde had done to her? Was Andy imagining his own dick pushing over her tongue and poking at the opening of her throat?
She lifted her hands to grab onto Mike’s ass cheeks. If Andy was watching, she decided, he deserved the best show she could give. She’d planned for something special, a surprise she’d intended to reveal in a morning or two, waking Mike up with her mouth. She’d been practicing. Mike didn’t know. She’d purchased a dildo and practiced, and it was show time. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and gripped his ass tightly as she moved further. As the head of Mike’s cock pushed into her throat, he gasped. She kept moving further, pushing down as her husband moaned until her nose pushed against his pubic hair. She took one hand and gently lifted his balls up, pushing even further until they were against her chin.
“Holy Shit!” It wasn’t Mike’s voice. It was Andy, and the sound thrilled her—it was almost like her ears had a direct connection to her clit, and the exclamation almost pushed her over the edge. She moved backward, running her tongue over the shaft, flicking the tip, and then pulling off. She turned and looked at Andy. He had his pants unzipped now and was stroking his cock. She smiled at him, and feeling like some kind of whore but loving every second of it, she licked her lips. Then, she opened wide and plunged down again. Mike groaned and she felt his hands travel over her shoulders as she began to bob her head. She loved the reactions she got from him; well, not just from Mike but also from Andy, whose heavy breathing was just as pronounced.
She pulled off and looked at him again. His hand flew over his shaft faster and faster, and the sight ignited her clit, her nipples, and just about every other place on her body that could feel pleasure. She turned to look again, but Mike backed away from her mouth. She felt his arms on her waist as he lifted her up, turned her around, and pushed her down onto the couch. She felt the upholstery against her breasts and she held tight to the cushions as Mike shoved into her. She gasped with the entry. Her husband’s cock felt so damned perfect, and the knowledge that Andy watched was even more perfect. She looked up and realized with a start that when Mike bent her over, her face landed just inches from Andy. She could see his fingers as his hand moved up and down his shaft.
She moaned at the sight and then felt hands on her hair, gently lifting her and pushing her in the direction of Andy’s cock. She started to pull back, but she realized it was Mike directing her. Andy still stroked his cock with one hand while his other held onto the arm of the couch. Her husband’s permission blasted away any last vestiges of hesitation, and she lunged at Andy, attacking his balls with her tongue as he groaned on the sofa. She reached her hand up and pushed his away. As she licked her way up his shaft she felt Mike increase speed, pushing into her hard and fast. It made positioning herself more difficult, but she managed to get her lips around Andy and plunged as deeply as she could.
It was a new and bizarre set of sensations. She’d seen women taking on two men before in some of the porn movies she and Mike had watched; but though it had been exciting, she had always assumed any threesome the two of them would have would involve a second pussy, not a second dick. Still, there they were, two newlyweds fucking while she sucked another man’s cock. As Andy’s dick pushed into her throat, she moved her hips against Mike. She felt so damned good! She moved her face, shaking it a bit to increase the sensations for Andy as Mike grabbed her ass cheeks and pounded into her furiously. It was overpowering and wonderful. She noted with fascination the differences between her husband’s dick and the one in her mouth.
Mike was definitely bigger and thicker. Andy’s wasn’t small by any means at all. It was just different, with a bit of a curve and a more pronounced mushroom of a head. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to feel it in her snatch. As she sucked, she imagined it was him behind her, his cock in her pussy. She wished desperately the men were…well, why the hell not? They were at a sex club and she already had another man in her mouth. In fact, it was Mike who’d pushed her head toward the cock she sucked. She took her mouth off, and before anyone could protest, she moved forward. Andy’s eyes grew wide as she pulled away from Mike and climbed onto Andy. As she straddled him and reached down to guide his cock into her, he moaned and she heard Mike say, “Oh, fuck yeah!”
It felt different and strange to have another man in her, but it also felt wonderful. She worried briefly about Mike’s reaction, but he gripped her ass and began pushing her down hard on Andy, moving her fast and almost hurting her with his vise-like grip. She groaned, “Fuck! Mike! Fuck. Make me fuck him! Make me do him! Do it, Mike!” Her husband had no trouble obliging, and she felt pain from his hands that mixed wonderfully with the pleasure even as she knew it would probably leave bruises. She leaned down and kissed Andy’s lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. He was tentative, and it made her feel wonderful, like she was some kind of an experienced slut seducing an inexperienced and wide-eyed young man. She moved her mouth down to his neck and kissed and licked at it just as she felt Mike’s cock up against the tiny puckered opening of her ass.
Her head flew up. Anal sex was absolutely forbidden in their relationship. She turned her head to tell Mike to back the fuck up, but when she did, she caught sight of the blonde from earlier. The woman was on her knees, and there were three men taking her mouth in rapid succession, roughly forcing their shafts—including the monstrous black one—past her lips for one or two thrusts and then yanking her to the next. The sight was so powerful it took her breath away, and she forgot all about telling Mike to stop, forgot all about what he was doing and simply st
ared. Then, her whole body tensed as Mike thrust forward hard.
The pain was incredible, and she felt stretched beyond her ability to handle. She opened her mouth to scream and to beg him to stop, but before her lips could form the words, she came hard. The orgasm was different than anything she’d ever experienced. It seemed to come from her clit, from deep within her pussy, and from her ass all at the same time. It shot out like lightening from her clit, crashed down upon her from the cock moving in her ass, and exploded up from beneath her as Andy pushed in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t feel any of the pain from Mike’s cock moving furiously in her ass. That wasn’t exactly true. She was vaguely aware of a bit of discomfort, but it was so tiny compared to the pleasure that it could have just as well been nonexistent. She screamed, not in pain or fear, but in ecstasy and cried out, “Oh God! Fuck Me!”
She moved her hips furiously, and Mike pounded into her ass harder and faster. Only Andy stayed exactly as he was, and when she looked at him, his face was almost terrified. She watched as his mouth formed an O and he let out a long groan. She realized he was cumming, and as she felt him flooding her pussy with his load, her own orgasm sent pulses of sensation over her as strong as the first. Mike cried out and moved furiously, and she felt his cock spurting into her as well. Mike kept moving for a minute or two as she shook between the two of them. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, and the three lay on the couch, both cocks still within her. She felt so damned full, and her orgasm kept sending sensations through her. When Mike finally withdrew and rolled off her, more clenching jolts of pleasure coursed through her.
Finally, she rolled off Andy. He looked at her with something close to worship, and she smiled at him before leaning against Mike and kissing his neck. The three of them sat on the couch watching the others in the club for a while. It was incredible to think that others had watched her just as she watched everyone else. When she saw the blonde’s cheeks expand as one of the men unleashed a load into her mouth, Jenny almost cried out with another climax. She reached over to grab Andy’s cock, but stopped herself. “Boys, what do you say we head over to our hotel and get some room service?”
Mike stood and began to gather his clothes. “Sounds good, Honey.”
Andy looked hesitant, so she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. His eyes grew wide, and he stood, pulling his pants up over his still hard cock. Jenny giggled and gathered up her own clothes. She didn’t bother with her bra or panties but shoved them into her pants. Andy walked over to the bar.
“What did you tell him?”
Jenny looked up at her new husband and smiled. “I told him it was a shame that you got all three of my holes and he didn’t.” She leaned forward and kissed Mike’s cheek. “Then I said if he got me drunk enough we could fix that at our hotel.”
Mike smiled, and the newlyweds had to fight back laughter when Andy returned to them holding a fifth of vodka.
ME, MY HUSBAND, AND THE REDHEAD WHORE
(My Wife’s Secret Desires Episode No. 4)
by Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
“Honey, tell me where we’re going.” Korrine nagged her husband as they drove, hoping to get him to spill some details about the night he had planned so secretly.
Max shook his head. “Nope. Not telling.”
Korrine needled him some more. “Oh come on, just a hint.”
“No…nada…non…nyet.” He made the movement of locking his lips and throwing away the key.
“Fine, but I’m warning you, if I don’t like it, I’m outta there.” Korrine teased.
He shrugged, but refused to say another word as they drove on.
The suspense was truly killing her, it was true. For three nights, Max had surprised her with scenarios drawn from a list of the top ten sexual fantasies for women. It had been her list on her computer that she had perused over and over when things had been especially difficult between them.
It hadn’t been like they were in divorce territory or anything, but she had found herself growing increasingly lonely and frustrated as their time together dwindled due to demanding jobs. Korrine had actually lost a job not long ago and had had to go through the stress of searching for another one during a down economy. This was while it was still unsure whether Max would get one of the few positions being offered to interns graduating out at the hospital where he trained. Their financial stability had been largely dependent on her and then it had been gone.
But then, they had both gotten jobs at almost the same time, Korrine with an advertising firm and Max gaining one of the permanent positions at the hospital. It was suddenly hectic, with all their time seeming to be entirely consumed by their work. Korrine had often brought work home with her and Max was always on call. In fact, tonight had been meant to happen two nights ago, but he had had to postpone it to get to the emergency room where they were suddenly short of hands when a particularly high number of patients had appeared.
So, she had had reason to start searching for something to fill her lonely nights and she had found it in the fantasies list. It had consumed her sex life for a while, at least her masturbatory sex life. That is, it consumed it until Max had discovered it and appropriated it for his own devilish plans—and they had been devilish. The first night had been a complete surprise for her, and had nearly scared her to death. Only after her husband had come in twirling the mask on a finger, did she understand that he had been the masked stranger who had appeared in her bathroom and taken her to her bed and tied her up for his friend to use. It had worked out to be an incredible experience and it had ushered in a renewed fervor in their bedroom.
Two other nights had fulfilled two other fantasies. One had her dress up as a little slutty schoolgirl while “Professor” Max spanked her for her naughtiness and had also ended up fulfilling one of her husband’s fantasies as well, anal sex. The last had involved sex with someone she had never met until that night when she showed up for a dance lesson as instructed by her husband through a brief note. Both scenarios had opened her sexual limits in ways that had made everything so much better between them, and she could feel the return of some of their old ease in their relationship.
Max finally turned off the freeway and took a right into a frontage lane that was lined with hotels ranging from two to five stars. She watched them pass by and was gratified that Max passed the seedier ones and turned into a very nice hotel that she guessed would rank up there as a three or four. They parked and Max jumped out to race around and open her door for her, and she giggled like she used to when they were first dating. He helped her out and she took his arm, looking forward to what the night would bring.
When they walked in, she saw the bar right away and made the assumption that was where they were headed first, but Max steered her away and headed straight for the check-in desk. It didn’t take long for them to get their room key and Korrine looked slyly at Max, trying to make him think that she knew exactly what he was up to. They reached the elevator and she gave it one more shot. “If you tell me something about tonight, I’ll tell you a secret fantasy I have that has nothing to do with the list.”
He looked at her and it seemed like he might give in, but then the elevator dinged and the doors opened and they stepped inside without Max giving her a single clue. The room was magnificent, with a sitting area and a nice side bar and, most important of all, a beautiful room with a gorgeous view of the harbor. They stood at the windows for a while enjoying the night vision of city lights and Korrine laid her head on her husband’s shoulder, momentarily forgetting that there might be anything more to this night than just the two of them spending time together.
Then, there was a knock on the door and Korrine was jolted back into the moment. Max gave her a kiss and a mischievous grin as he went to answer the door. She watched his back anxiously as the door opened and she heard him engage in conversation with whoever was standing there. Finally, when she thought she would go mad with waiting,
Max moved aside and let the person into the room.
Korrine was impressed. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was rather tall, almost taller than Max and she had the most incredible red hair that she had ever seen. It was a deep shade like auburn, but had highlights that almost seemed golden in the light. Her eyes were also beautiful, big and green, with thick lashes. Her skin was the wonderful cream color of someone with true Irish heritage, and as she stepped closer, Korrine saw that she even had a dusting of freckles over her nose. And the outfit she wore highlighted her sweet curves, accented further by her full breasts and her ample ass that jutted out over her long legs in perfect heart-shaped splendor.
Max walked up beside their guest and offered an introduction. “Korri, this is Annie. She’s here to perform for us.”
Korrine looked at her husband for a moment, unsure what to do. But then, the decision was taken away from her as Annie moved to her side and gave her a kiss. Korrine stiffened at first, shocked by the sudden move, but then she melted into it, surprised by how different it felt from kissing a man. Annie’s lips were soft and full. And she wasn’t rough and insistent but gentle and caressing. Her hands came up to rest on Korrine’s shoulders, and their touch was light on her skin.