by Selena Kitt
Ed pushes me on the bed and opens my legs, diving tongue-first into my pussy to lick it with soft, wide strokes. He moans as is he’s the one getting pleasured, and I notice Tommy’s cock twitch even larger. Tommy joins us on the bed, hovering over me, pulling down one cup of my bra and sucking my nipple into a warm, hard peak. My juices drip down my ass and onto the silk sheets. Tommy’s unfamiliar tongue on my breast and Ed’s familiar one in my cunt stoke a fire deep within me.
I roll my head to the side and watch you watching us. You’re fully clothed, your untouched erection tenting the front of your pants, your cheeks pink with arousal and perhaps a bit of jealousy. “Henry, baby,” I murmur. “You’re so good to me. These young bulls really know how to get my motor running.”
You smile, satisfied, and cross your legs in an effort to get some friction against your dick.
“Nah-uh, Henry. No touching yourself. This is my gift, remember?” I scold as Tommy pulls down the strap of my red silk bra to reveal my other breast. His biceps bulge with this small movement, and I can’t help running one hand over them and my other hand over his perfect, flat abs—nothing like your soft middle-aged pouch. Tommy licks my nipple eagerly, gently nipping at the pebble when it gets hard.
You obediently uncross your legs, and I look away to explore more of Tommy’s body as Ed feasts on my swelling cunt. Tommy’s cock is even bigger than Ed’s, so long and thick that it points slightly downward when hard, encumbered by its own weight. I moaned when I first saw it, and I moan again now as I squeeze my fingers around its girth.
“Claire, baby, I want to see you come again,” Henry’s voice calls from the corner. “Would you do that for me?”
Ed rises off my cunt with a loud sucking smack. His chin glistens from my juices, and he doesn’t bother to wipe them off as looks over his shoulder at you to gloat, “No, hubby, but she’ll come for me.” He dives his face back into my pussy, probing his tongue inside me and curling it to lick against my inner walls. His nose is firm against my clit, a merciless press of pleasure.
My arousal flows through my veins like lava. Tommy pinches one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers and I’m there—the third orgasm of the evening catapults through me. I arch back, forcing my tit deeper into Tommy’s mouth. “I’m coming, Henry!” I cry out, my honey dripping into Ed’s mouth, Tommy’s rod swelling in my hand. Wave after wave of elation rolls through my body, but my arousal doesn’t diminish. It never does this early on.
You know this, of course. It’s one of the reasons we first started using bulls. After you hit your mid-thirties, you just didn’t have the stamina to keep up with me anymore, but you didn’t want to hold me back. Your love for me is huge and all encompassing. My sexual satisfaction gives you as much gratification as it gives me.
Ed licks me right through my orgasm and past it, moving down from my cunt to my asshole. I moan and turn toward you again. You’re smiling in that lovestruck way you always do right after I come. I blow you a kiss before Tommy lowers his lips to mine. His kiss is dominant, possessive—so unlike the way you kiss me. Sparks skitter down to my belly. He’s eager to make me his, if only for tonight.
Ed starts to tongue my ass in earnest. He’s a master at this, licking my tight asshole until it’s relaxed and ready to take a finger, then a cock. I love being fucked in the ass, and my only regret when I’ve been with him is that he can’t fuck both my holes at once. It’s been a fantasy of mine forever, to have you watching while each of my holes gets simultaneously stretched and filled with cocks bigger than yours.
You’ve confided to me that it’s a fantasy of yours, as well.
Tonight, we can finally have it.
“Oh god, fuck me,” I groan against Tommy’s lips. I’m sopping wet, my juices dripping down my ass and onto the silk sheets.
Ed looks up, grinning, as he slides a second finger into my ass. I grunt with the sudden thrill of it. “Where do you want to get fucked first, and by whom?” Ed says.
“I don’t care,” I pant. “Just need a big cock inside me.”
Tommy chuckles into my mouth as Ed sits up with his legs folded under him, hauling my hips onto his lap. He presses the tip of his already-sheathed cock against my cunt and presses the first inch in. Despite my intense arousal, he’s too big to enter all at once. So he works me slowly open, using soft, patient thrusts timed with the cadence of my breath. I stroke Tommy’s cock in time with Ed’s movements, teasing at his foreskin. Tommy moans.
“You know what I’d like to see, Claire?” Ed says as he sinks his cock deeper into me. “While I take your cunt, I’d like to watch Tommy taking your mouth. Let’s show your hubby how desperate you are for some real men inside you.”
“Oh god, yes.” You groan from your corner, and I hear the chair legs rocking against the floor—something that happens whenever you struggle too hard against your restraints.
I retreat from Tommy’s lips and give him a good, steady look. I haven’t actually paid much attention to his face up to this point, other than noting its overall pleasantness. His pupils are dark, and his lips red from my lipstick and plump from kissing. He waggles an eyebrow at me, smiling. “I’m game if you are. You have the sexiest mouth I’ve kissed in a while.”
I giggle nervously, like a schoolgirl. “Thanks. But do you think I can handle it?” I give his thickening cock a squeeze.
“I’ll teach you to take it,” he growls as Ed flips me over on all fours. Tommy kneels before me, his large, heavy dick waving in my face like an oversized baton. There’s a pearl of precome at the tip, and I can’t resist lapping out to taste it. Oh, so salty and sweet. How I love the taste of young, hung men.
“That’s it,” Tommy murmurs, wrapping his hand gently in my hair and guiding me to take a little more. As I mouth his foreskin, Ed spreads my pussy lips open and plunges into me. I moan my delight around Tommy’s uncut cock as Ed nudges my cervix. That bit of contact is such an incredible sensation, and something I’m not able to get from your dick. He presses against it with each plunge in, like a gorgeous kiss deep in my belly, and I sway my hips to urge Ed on. I love the way Ed fucks me, how deep his cock reaches into me. He was the first man to give me a cervical orgasm—a gift you’ve come to enjoy just as much as I do.
“Baby,” you mutter. “You like Ed’s big cock pounding you?”
I answer you with my body instead of words, slapping back onto Ed’s erection as I slide Tommy’s heavy rod deeper into my mouth. His width stretches my jaws and lips further than I’m accustomed to, but I find the sensation delicious. I suck in my cheeks and pull him toward the back of my throat. “Damn, Claire, that’s good,” Tommy grunts. I roll my eyes up to watch the pleasure distorting his face, and he cries out again, this time turning to you. “Your wife can really suck cock, you know that?”
“Lots of men have told me that,” you answer smugly. Happiness floods my body.
“Well, add me to the roster.” Tommy starts pumping his hips in time with Ed’s, sinking his cock deeper with each movement. I relax my throat and take him in, thinking about how my mouth and my cunt are so similar, with their wetness and the way they accommodate so many sizes of cocks. As Ed speeds up his movements, Tommy does, too—but where Ed’s fucking me to the hilt, Tommy’s only half-deep. He’s simply too big to sink all the way in. I wrap my hand around the base and think about how it will feel to have his huge cock pillaging my cunt. I moan in anticipation and then in delight as Ed, still fucking my pussy, slides two fingers into my ass.
“Mmmm!” I cry out around Tommy’s cock, and another orgasm slams through me, spreading from my cervix to the tips of my fingers and toes, blinding me with warm, white light. My head feels woozy but my body is strong, its muscles clenching and unclenching as another wave hits me, and then another. I’m a buoy tossed on an ocean of ecstasy. Every cell of my body bubbles with joy.
“You like the way we fuck you, baby? You want us both to fuck you at once, Tommy’s huge cock in your cunt and mine in y
our ass?” Ed mutters as I shudder around him.
“God, yes!” I moan, popping my mouth off Tommy’s massive manhood so I can slick the spit down to his balls. I stare at Tommy’s enormous cock-head, a fat pearl of precome beading at its tip. “You want to put your big dick in me, Tommy? Want to show my husband how it’s done?”
I turn and wink at you as Ed gives my cunt one last plunge before drawing out. You look flustered, your eyes a tumble of conflicting emotions: joy, envy, arousal, encouragement. Your body is tight, wound up like a guitar string that’s been over-tuned. You bite your bottom lip and ball your hands into fists, pulling against the wrist restraints. But you don’t say anything—whether it’s because you’re too turned on to speak or too jealous, I can’t tell.
“Don’t worry, Henry,” I coo. “You’ll love how this show ends.”
You visibly relax. Your body goes slack against the chair and your fists fall open. You’re ready to accept the gift I’m offering you.
The bulls and I are a tumble of limbs and latex as we find our positions, sweaty bodies slapping and sliding, lube dripping on skin and sheets. The silk bra you gave me this morning is still halfway on, the straps falling down my shoulders and my breasts free of the cups. Tommy unsnaps the clasp to divest me of it completely—perhaps he’s trying to confirm his ownership of my body by removing the last vestige of you.
He won’t succeed, of course. Even if you weren’t in this room, you’d never leave my heart. You’re a part of this hedonistic scene as much as my two bulls are. You’re what transforms my pleasure into euphoria.
I want you to see my face as these two bulls ravish me, so I have Tommy lie down with his head toward you while I position myself over him cowgirl-style. Ed’s chest is pressed to my back, his arms wrapped around me, his hands caressing my tits.
You’re ten feet away, but I gaze into your gray eyes all the same as I start sinking onto Tommy’s cock. “Oh, Henry, he’s so big,” I moan. Tommy grunts, but I hold his hips down to keep him from driving into me. Even with the stretching Ed’s substantial cock has already given me, my cunt isn’t ready to take all of Tommy’s at once.
“Do you like him, baby?” You suck in your bottom lip. “He’s not … too big, is he?”
“Mmmm, no, baby, not at all.” Pleasure thrums through my veins as I take more of him in. “He’s perfect. Feels so good. Like having two of Ed inside of me.”
I hear Ed chuckle into my shoulder, apparently pleased that he’s the point of comparison. You smile, that smitten look lighting your face again. “You’re perfect, Claire,” you murmur. Your words unlock something in me. The last bits of tension drain from my body, and my cunt yawns wide. I sink onto Tommy’s length, feel him spearing me open, his tip pressed more firmly against my depths than Ed’s ever has.
I come suddenly and without warning, my whole body quaking around the solid rod of Tommy’s manhood. Ed squeezes my breasts just the way I like as I shudder in his arms. Through the roar of blood in my ears I can hear you urging me on: “Come, baby! Make him fuck you the way you like.”
My orgasm fades, but doesn’t completely leave me. It’s like a tide lapping at the shore: one rhythmic swell followed by another. Instead of satisfying me, it makes me hungrier than ever. I grab Tommy’s wrists and pin them to bed. “Want to drill me? Want to show my husband how to satisfy me?”
“Yes, please,” Tommy moans, pulling out an inch and then pushing back in—slow, gentle thrusts that tease my gaping cunt and make me cry out. Ed slides one of his hands down to my ass, working his slick fingers into my hole as he pinches my nipple with his other hand.
“Oh god!” I shout. I’m fuller than I’ve ever been, and yet I want more.
“You ready for me to take your pretty ass, Claire?” Ed whispers into my ear.
I’m too horny to answer. I reach behind me to grab Ed’s shaft and guide it toward my asshole. His head sinks right in, my sensitive pucker clenching greedily around it. “Watch while we give your wife the dick she needs, hubby,” Ed says, gloating. “See how real men do it.” He pushes deeper into me, and Tommy and I both groan. My cunt feels suddenly smaller, and Tommy’s gargantuan cock even bigger. “Claire, you always take it so well,” Ed mutters as he drives the last inch of his cock into me. Both bulls are inside me to the hilt, balls pressed against my skin and each other’s. I feel stretched to the limit, filled to the deepest recesses of my body.
“Yes, yes,” I mutter.
Ed pulls back, setting my nerves alight. “Don’t you wish your husband could do this for you, Claire?”
He is doing this, I think. It’s your love that brought us together in this bed, that drives my bulls to prove their worth to me. It’s your love that fills me with their gorgeous cocks.
Your eyes are still on me. They always are. I lock onto them as my two bulls begin to move in earnest—one cock sliding out as the other dives in, rubbing past each other through the narrow layer of tissue separating my cunt and ass. I’m so sensitive inside; each movement feels like a miniature earthquake. They sandwich me between their bodies, their hot breath in my ears, their chests sweaty against my skin, their cocks swelling as they work toward orgasm. I’m already in the midst of another one—slower and more prolonged than my previous orgasms, a steady state of ecstasy that fills every recess of my body. “I’m coming again, Henry! This is the big one! Make me feel it!”
Your breath is fast, your erection unflagging as you struggle against your restraints. “C’mon, guys, you heard her! Give my wife what she wants.”
My two bulls pump faster, then faster, and faster still. My heartbeat quickens with each hammering fuck. My insides feel like they’re melting into one giant pool of come.
Tommy curls his fingers tight into my hips, jackhammers into me as his cock head mushrooms. “God, this is the hottest sex I’ve ever—” His back arches off the bed as he comes. I feel the warmth of it through the latex, and my cunt pulses around him greedily, milking the last of his orgasm out of him as I continue mine.
Ed murmurs helplessly into the back of my neck, thrusting as deep into my ass as he can, his balls flush with my opening. “Oh, Claire, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—” He bites the back of my shoulder, his breath faltering as he shoots into his condom.
“I love you, Henry, I love you,” I cry out as the last wave of my orgasm pulls me under.
* * *
After the bulls leave, it’s just you and me in the hotel room. I put the red bra and panties back on before I untie you and lead you to the bed. It’s soaking wet—after my bulls removed their condoms, they squeezed their semen on the silk sheets, my breasts, and my wedding ring. They thought they were humiliating you. Little do they know how much you love such souvenirs. They’re reminders of what you’ve given me, physical tokens of your love.
You run your hands over the stains on the bed and my body, shivering as you work the bulls’ come into my skin. “Did you like your anniversary gift?” you say nervously.
“Very much, Henry. It was perfect.”
Your smile is relieved. You brush my tangled hair back from my face. “You were so beautiful, Claire. You always are. I love you so much.”
I lie down as you unzip your pants. My cunt is swollen, my ass tender and gaping. But when you ask to go down on me, I have no desire to refuse you. As soon as you pull aside my thong, my arousal returns with a vengeance. “Oh, Henry!” Your tongue isn’t as skilled as Ed’s, but you know my body even better than he does. Within minutes I’m drowning in another orgasm, this one even more euphoric than the last.
I’m still peaking as you pull off of me and begin stroking your cock in earnest. “Claire, do you love me?”
“Yes, Henry. Always.” I pull you inside me. Your cock is smaller than the ones I had earlier tonight, but it still feels wonderful. “Are you going to shoot inside me? Are you going to show those bulls who my heart belongs to?”
“Yes, Claire.” You kiss me fiercely, and in three swift pumps you’re coming, hot and
slick, filling me with your semen.
No matter how much I love other men’s cocks and bodies, yours is the only seed I allow inside me. And yours is the only love I ever want to hold.
The End
About the Author
Dahlia Lovejoy lives with her husband in the Upper Midwest, where she enjoys gardening, writing erotica, and staying up past her bedtime with a good book.
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