Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  I couldn't have agreed more.

  I had booked us into a great resort in the area and was lucky enough to be able to get one of their private cottages that was completely away from the main building. It was right on the water with a gorgeous view of Georgian Bay and was very, very secluded. Liz and I had checked-in and taken our things to the room just before we went to the restaurant and as we headed to the cars after I dropped a mortgage payment for dinner, Liz said to me, "Honey, I'm going to ride back to the cabin with Pete in case we get split up so he doesn't get lost." When I looked at her quizzically she just laughed and said, "Don't worry, you won't miss a thing."

  To this day I couldn't tell you if I ran over anyone or anything driving the 10 kilometres back to the cabin, because I think that I spent the entire time looking in the rear-view. While I couldn't see anything for sure, based on Pete's death grip on the steering wheel, the absence of Liz's hands in view and the lump in his dress pants when we got out of the car, I might have missed something!

  My thoughts were immediately brought back to the present when Pete opened the trunk of his car and lifted out his overnight bag and a portable massage table! Liz looked at me and smiled, "I'm liking this more and more all the time!"

  Pete laughed, "I thought maybe this might be a welcome addition to the evening."

  We opened the cabin and Pete whistled, "Whoa, guys, this is beautiful." And it was. Separate small kitchen and dining area, a living room with TV and huge picture window overlooking the water and a huge bedroom with a patio door leading to a deck over the bay. The bedroom was finished off with a wood-burning fireplace, huge king-size bed with duvet and a large ensuite bathroom. When we had checked in, we had started a fire and closed to glass doors and put candles out around the room, which Liz now was in the process of lighting. It was a beautiful spring night, but being early in the year and this close to the water, I was glad we had put on the fire. After all, we probably weren't going to have much in the way of clothing to keep us warm!

  I had no idea how to start all of this, so I went into the kitchen and dug out the cheese and fruit-tray we had brought with us and carried it into the bedroom with two bottles of wine – a great Sancerre white from France and our favourite red – Marquis de Riscal Rioja from Spain. I noticed that Liz had put on our favourite "fucking music" CD into the player by the bed – John Coltrane and asked either if they wanted some wine – both agreed. I went off to get the corkscrew and three glasses and stopped in my tracks upon entering the room. Pete and Liz were slowly dancing to "Soul Eyes" from the CD. They were very close, but not hanging on each other – just two people enjoying the great music. I busied myself opening the wine and the food and after pouring us all a glass they came over to me, each took one and we clinked them together.

  Pete was the first to speak, "A toast – to two wonderful people, two great friends and to the benefits of being average!" We all had a good laugh about this and I was noticing that my nervous energy was gradually dissipating. I attributed this to the fact that Liz seemed so calm and sure of herself. I figured is she was ok, I had no reason to be – hell it was my idea in the first place.

  We made small talk for a bit, drank some wine and ate some of the fruit and cheese until Liz excused herself to use the bathroom. After she left, Pete said to me very quietly, "Are you still ok with all of this?" And I truly was – I simply smiled, nodded and put my hand on his shoulder and said, "It's all good my friend, it's all good."

  Just then, Liz emerged from the bathroom and Pete and I damn near dropped our glasses. She had taken off all of her clothes and came into the room wearing a very sheer wrap. Underneath she was braless so her beautiful 36D tits were begging to be stared at and she was wearing a hot pink thong – fuck she looked sooo hot!

  "Wow" was all Pete could say – I could manage less than that.

  Liz smiled demurely, "Ever since I saw you brought a massage table I've been thinking about four strong, masculine hands on me and can't wait any longer. Pete, would you set up your table for us please?"

  I was impressed by the table once it was up. Wide, solid and sturdy, unlike many others I'd seen. Pete positioned it so it was at the foot of the bed in the same orientation, so the head was facing the bed and the opposite end was facing the patio door overlooking the water. There was just enough room to comfortably move between the bed and the table. To finish it off, there was a sheepskin pad covered by a sheet – it all looked very professional.

  "Wow, Pete," I said, "Are you a masseur on the side?"

  He smiled, "No, but a former lady friend and I once took a course in massage and I bought this table then. I don't get to use it too much, but it comes in handy once in a while."

  Then he said, "Well, Liz, your boytoys await your instructions!"

  With just the slightest hint of modest self-consciousness, Liz removed her wrap and lay down on the table. When she was comfortable, she said, "I'd love you both to work on me, but I would be more comfortable if I wasn't the only one almost naked!"

  It was at that precise moment I mentally patted myself on the back for all of the hard work I had put in at the gym in the past few months. While far from having a washboard stomach I had lost any hint of "droop", my chest was nicely defined and my arms and shoulders were getting good and thick – as was another part of me! Likewise, Pete had always kept himself in great shape; possessing the long, lean beach volleyball player body developed from doing just that. I was certainly bulkier than he was, but I wasn't feeling self-conscious or embarrassed at all. In fact, if anything I probably looked more masculine, at least in my opinion, since I had a newly "manscaped" hairy chest and arms while Pete was almost hairless.

  Once we got down to our skivvies (both of us choosing boxer briefs) Liz looked at us and whistled, "Mmmm, look at all that manflesh! I am a very, very lucky girl! I can't wait to have these men looking after me!"

  Pete then produced a small, insulated bag from his suitcase and opened it, revealing a bottle of massage oil. "I warmed it up before I left and put it in here so it would be just right for when we wanted to use it." With that, he went to one side of Liz, I to the other. He squirted some of the oil on his hands and offered the bottle to me, and we went to work on my beautiful wife.

  She was a vision.

  So feminine, so soft where she needed to be, so firm where it mattered. We worked her back, kneading the knots and kinks out of her shoulders and neck. Alternatively working on her upper torso and the small of her back. Liz must have been really into it because I could already see her telltale signs of arousal; long sighs, a low, husky giggle from deep in her throat that drives me crazy, her hips moving just a little. "Oh guys, you are making me feel sooo good, sooo special," she sighed. "I'm in heaven!"

  Pete then moved up to the end of the table between Liz and the bed so he could work on her neck where he found a lot of kinks. I moved to the opposite end and started to massage her legs where she often carries a lot of pain. I moved up and down her legs, squeezing and kneading and emboldened, I nudged her legs apart, which she willingly agreed to, giving me access to her pussy, which, judging by the damp spot on her thong, led me to believe was quite wet already. Sensing that she was ready, I reached up and dragged the thong down and off Liz's legs, her beautiful shaved pussy glistening, waiting for attention. After giving her juicy butt some deep squeezes I tentatively pushed a finger into her overheated core.

  I needn't have been so gentle.

  "Fuck yessssss," was her answer to my non-verbal question. I continued to work one, then two, then three fingers into her and was so totally into it that it took me a moment to figure out the origin of the odd sounds coming from elsewhere in the room. When I looked up from Liz's beautiful pussy to see their origin, my already engorged cock immediately turned rock hard in my underwear. Liz had dragged Pete's boxers down his legs and was now sucking his cock like a champ!

  "Oh my god babe," I panted, "that is so fucking hot!" Peter looked at me with just a hint of apprehen
sion in his eyes. I guess to him it was the last hurdle to cross. It was one thing to see your wife dancing with another man, quite another to see her being massaged by another man, but watching her suck his cock? That's the ultimate test and when he saw that I was more than ok with it he smiled, winked and said, "No wonder you always have a smile on your face, she's amazing! But I'm feeling a bit greedy here – would you like to trade places?"

  I just nodded, my eyes on fire with lust. As Pete withdrew his cock from her mouth Liz smiled, "Mmmm, sure didn't taste average! Liam, why don't you join me on the bed here and get more comfortable." And with that she crawled off of the table and onto the bed looking for all the world like a cat in heat. While I walked over to the edge of the bed, Pete moved the table to the other side of the room. He turned back just as Liz was pulling my boxers down and as she did, Rex plopped out and smacked her right in the face.

  "Jesus Christ!" Pete exclaimed, "That sure as hell isn't average!" I smiled sheepishly thinking that this was the first male besides me to ever see old Rex in full action posture. I crawled up onto the bed, leaned back against the headboard and spread my legs to let Liz have her way with me. She attacked my cock with abandon. Sucking me, licking me, sucking my balls, deepthroating a good chunk of me – even teasing my asshole with her tongue and finger from time to time. Pete then crawled up on the foot of the bed and started to weave some magic of his own on Liz. Running his tongue all around her feet, licking the insides of her ankles, sucking her toes. (Did she tell him that this drives her crazy or did he just instinctively know?) With all of her hot buttons being hit Liz was animal on my cock. It was like she couldn't get enough of it, jamming her mouth down on it, trying to deepthroat me, gagging occasionally. All of the events of this evening had the cum nearing the boiling point in my nuts and I was starting to get that familiar, rusty tingle that signals an impending eruption.

  By now, Pete had gently moved Liz from lying on her stomach to being on her knees – giving him easier access to heaven. I saw him use his legs to spread hers, lewdly, and get between them and he then placed his mouth directly on Liz's vulva. Even if I hadn't seen it, I would have known exactly when it happened because of the deep guttural moan that vibrated around my cock as it was lodged in Liz's throat. She looked up at me through lust-hazed eyes and said, "Oh Liam, he's eating my pussy and it feels sooo good." Pete was going to town on my wife's dripping snatch. Sucking her engorged outer lips into his mouth, running his tongue up and down her entire slit, tickling her clit and teasing her "taint" with his nose. This was causing Liz to bob up and down on my cock like a piston; her saliva was dripping down my shaft and coating my balls and I knew I was in a losing battle to keep my cum to myself. The end of the battle came shortly after she suddenly pulled off me and looked right at me, eyes wide in wonder and said, "Awww babe, he's got his tongue in my ass! Oh my fucking god, he's got his tongue in my ass! Peter you might have an average cock, but there is nothing average about that tongue!"

  That did it.

  Launch codes were entered, the "Clear for takeoff" signal came – and so did I. Liz was just about to take my cock back into her mouth when I saved her the trouble. Spurt after spurt of cum exploded from my cock and splashed onto her face and tits. I was so deep in spasm I couldn't even moan; my mouth was just hanging open in silent scream. As the spasms subsided, Liz smiled and lovingly took old Rex back into her mouth to clean him up.

  It was at that moment that my wife had the first cock other than mine enter her pussy since we got together. Pete's timing was perfect; he slid his cock into her and started slow, deliberate strokes while Liz happily licked me. Pete leaned forward, over Liz and send to her, "My god Liz, you are perfect. So feminine, so soft, so beautiful. It's an honour to be able to have you like this." Liz's thanks consisted of her wonderful, throaty hum with my cock in her mouth. But before she could do more, her heavenly mouth was suddenly gone from around me. I heard a small gasp escape from her and looked up to see that Pete had a handful of her sumptuous, tawny mane of hair and had pulled her head back and leaned forward to hiss into her ear.

  "But," he started, "You might be beautiful, you might be feminine and you might think it's fun to play around like this, but I'm going to fuck your ass and I'm going to fuck your ass hard. You better get ready for a good hard pounding because it's coming right now."

  I looked into my wife's eyes and saw nothing but raw, all-consuming lust. Peter had hit just the right note. Forceful, dominating and assertive without being humiliating, disrespectful or full of cliche. Man he was good.

  With that, he pulled his cock from Liz's pussy, grabbed a bottle of lube that he had brought to the bed with him coated his cock to its slick best. He then slathered some of the lube into Liz's backdoor and for good measure leaned over and spat on it and rubbed the saliva all around her inviting rosebud.

  Liz was panting, overwhelmed with lust, waiting for what was to come next and she didn't have to wait long. Pete resumed his position between her legs and rubbed his lube-slick cock up and down her slit and rested the head right up against her asshole. She had a death-grip on my thighs as she awaited the Pete's cock. I knew the exact moment that this cock breached her sphincter because just her nails almost drew blood on my legs as it popped inside of her. Despite an almost overwhelming desire to bury his turgid cock into her in one thrust, Pete was patient, letting Liz relax and accept him.

  His patience does have limits though and once he was completely buried inside her, Pete again grabbed her hair, pulled her head back so her back was arched lewdly and hissed into her ear, "You ready to get this beautiful ass pounded baby?"

  Liz was only able to breathlessly reply, "Fuck yes, fuck me hard – now!"

  With that Peter withdrew almost completely from Liz's ass and then gunned his hips forward, the front of his thighs making a lewd smacking sound against the backs of hers. That started a frenzy of all-out ass-fucking, with Pete groaning and panting and Liz grunting with every one of Pete's thrusts and saying, "Oh fuck yes...it's better than I remembered....I missed this.....fuck me harder Pete!"

  While they never changed positions from him behind her, Pete was a very imaginative and active lover to Liz. First, simply taking her doggie, then squatting over her and feeding his cock down into her, then with one foot flat on the bed. Every new angle sent Liz into greater heights of pleasure. Both of them were working on this fuck hard! Pete pistoning his cock forward into Liz and Liz pushing her ass equally hard back onto Pete's cock. Both of them were glistening with sweat as Pete neared his orgasm. Liz had had a series of orgasms during their fucking and now looked back at Pete and said, "Come on Lover, cum in my ass! Fill my ass with your fucking cum!"

  That was all it took. Pete grabbed Liz's hips and drove into her one more time and held himself deeply inside her and yelled "FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" and emptied his balls into my willing wife's ass. The two of them remained coupled for at least a minute as if they were glued together. Their assorted moans and groans lasted quite a while as the sheer passion of their fucking started to subside. During their session I had moved to the side of the bed to let Liz concentrate fully on the pleasure Pete was giving her (and she him) but now she looked at me with lust-addled eyes and pulled away from Pete. His cock slipped out of her ass with a soft "pop" and she crawled on the bed toward me. While far from being upset or jealous at what I had just witnessed (Hell – Rex was at attention again already), Liz just seemed to know that I needed her right there, right now. Once she got over to me on the bed, the pushed me flat on my back, straddled my hips and impaled herself in one motion on my cock.

  For the longest time she didn't say a word, choosing instead to bounce on my erection in a slow, steady cadence. It was like she was completely consumed by lust. She sat completely upright, her head thrown back, one hand squeezing her beautiful tits and alternatively pinching her nipples, the other strumming away at her engorged clit. Eventually she seemed to calm down enough to enable her to speak. She leaned down, with o
ne hand on either side of my head and gave me exactly what I needed. A deep, very intimate kiss – not lustful, but completely loving. I knew right then, that Liz was still all mine and the last shred of worry I had just drifted away.

  "Liam, darling," she said, "Thank you for giving this to me, Peter was beyond wonderful."

  Just then, I felt the bed shift and saw Pete behind Liz and he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "What do you mean WAS? I'm not close to being done with yet. An ass like that can't be fucked just once! As a matter of fact, this average cock is going to have that ass again right now – hope you like to have two cocks in you at once."

  This was completely uncharted territory for Liz. I looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow, silently saying, "Are you ok with this?" A slightly furrowed brow accompanied by a vigorous nodding of Liz's head told me that while she was willing, she was a little worried. I'd read (and seen) enough porn to know that getting "DP'd" successfully was all about the beginning. I stopped pushing up into Liz and pulled her down to me for a kiss, hoping to distract her even slightly from the initial discomfort. Her breath, once again, caught as Pete's cock popped past the ring of muscle, but since she had already been fucked and fucked hard, she was able to take his cock almost immediately, despite having her pussy filled completely.

  "There you go, you horny slut! How does it feel to have two cocks in you at once?"

  "Oh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this. I feel like such a tramp. I feel sooo fucking nasty. Pound me you fuckers! Pound me as hard as you can!"

  Very quickly Peter and I found a very comfortable rhythm. Him on the withdrawal as I was pushing in; me pulling out as he was thrusting. Because we had both cum so recently, we both had pretty good control, despite the extraordinary circumstances. I mean it's not every day you DP your wife! I will admit too, that, as much as I wanted Liz to have this, feeling my junk rub up against another guy's junk took some getting used to. I wasn't weirded out or anything, but geez, you can't blame a guy for feeling a bit awkard!