Christina pressed her tongue up against the underside of his dick, its fleshiness folding around his shaft. That seemed to be all the extra he needed, because there was a sudden tightening, a new tension, and then Selena had pulled away and a jet of creamy semen was arcing through the air towards her. She opened her mouth, and the come hit her, some in her mouth and the rest falling in a long trail across one cheek.
Christina pressed up against that slim shaft again, and there was a second pulse, another spit of white striking Selena in the mouth, and then they were done, the young guy pulling away, Selena slumping back on her heels and Christina lowering herself, twisting, coming to rest in her girlfriend’s lap, her face against the coarse ribbing of her corset.
After a few seconds to gather herself, she turned her head and peered up at the two guys, who were now fumbling with their pants, covering themselves: for them the moment had passed and now they were two tough guys standing in the doorway of a bar with their pants around their knees.
She made eye contact with the first guy, Mr Italian. “Consider yourself swayed,” she said, impressed with herself at how much authority she managed to squeeze into her voice. “Now go back and tell Mr G that he’ll have his money by this time next week, and not a minute sooner.”
She stood, and suddenly she was face to face with him, his breath hot on her face and their eyes still locked. She reached down, found the waistband of his pants and fastened the button for him, then reached lower for the zipper, her knuckles pressing against semi-hardness.
“Are we good?” she asked, and tugged the zipper up.
He nodded. Turned, and the two of them left. No words. Poor guy clearly didn’t have a clue what to say or do, and neither did his young partner.
The door thudded shut and Christina turned.
Selena was still on her knees, and now she tipped forward, her arms snaking round Christina’s thighs, hands moving up to cup her ass.
“It’s okay,” said Christina. “It’s all good.”
Christina dropped to a squatting position now, took Selena’s head in her hands and guided her into a long, sensuous kiss. Glancing to the side, she saw Martin climb to his feet from the stairs, come down, and kneel beside them. Soon, the three were embracing, kissing, switching from mouth to mouth, mouth to neck, faces buried in hair.
“I think we need to find a room,” gasped Christina, pulling away for a moment. “But first, I have a call to make.”
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The White Room was such a dreamy place, a complete break from what could be a fairly full-on atmosphere down in the club. Decorated in ivory, cream and antique white, the carpet was deep and soft, the chaise a cream leather, the wide four-poster bed hung with ivory-colored gossamer drapes, tied hard back. Christina had designed the room for Martin and Selena, personally overseeing the makeover. This club had so much potential: Martin and Selena were the perfect hosts, and after that session with the books a few weeks ago her brain had started pinging with ideas for changes they could make to improve things.
Now, Christina lay back on that wide bed. Selena and Martin had picked her up and placed her there, having first removed her open blouse and bra, found the zipper and catch on her pencil skirt and eased that free, too.
She lay there, one knee raised, wearing only sheer black hold-ups and the tiniest black thong. Selena kneeled to one side, still in her black corset and thong, one hand trailing delicately along Christina’s raised leg. Both of them watched as Martin stood to one side. He’d already shucked the jacket of his pale blue-gray linen suit, and now he was undoing the buttons on a charcoal shirt. His chest was broad, covered in a fine mat of body hair, thicker where it ran down his breastbone to that flat abdomen.
Shirt hanging open, he released the buckle of his belt, then undid buttons one by one to reveal the top of his white CKs.
Christina pressed ‘Call’ on her phone. Two rings, then: “Hey, darling. What’s up?” Adam knew it was a club night, and wouldn’t be expecting to hear from her until she came home the next morning, when she would then tie him up and tell him all about her adventures.
“It’s all good,” she said now. Then: “Isn’t it all good?”
“It is,” said Selena towards the phone.
“It’s cool,” said Martin, his pants now down around his ankles and those white shorts bulging in all the right places.
“You having fun?” Adam’s voice had that nervous edge to it, all of a sudden. Was this a new form of their game? Being at the end of a phone line was just as restraining as carefully-knotted silk scarves or cuffs around the wrists and ankles. Christina knew that, and now she could tell that Adam was realizing that, too.
“I am,” said Christina. “Do you want to know what I just did?”
“Were you bad?”
“I was very bad. Do you want to know?”
A hand on her other leg, dragging up the inside of her knee, her thigh. Martin was kneeling between her legs, now, and his hand... oh my! That hand reached the thin fabric of her thong and his knuckles pressed at her softness, then moved away again, back down her other leg.
Adam must have heard her gasp, but he said nothing.
She could imagine the look on his face now, the look he had when he was bound and she would tell him about how many dicks she had sucked the night before, or what it felt like to have a dick in her ass, another in her cunt and others jerking off over her and into her mouth. That kind of look.
“I’ll tell you about that later,” she said now, as Martin’s fingertips trailed across her pussy again, pressing briefly and then moving on.
Selena reached across and took the phone, then. “Hey, Adam,” she said. “Selena here. I’m just on the bed with your wife. She’s only wearing panties and stockings, and my hand is on her breast. Such good breasts! You like how they taste?” Selena dipped her head, and sucked a nipple sharply in between narrowed teeth so that Christina groaned and tossed her head.
Now Martin’s hand was on her, the heel of his thumb grinding against her mound, dragging that protective hood across her clit, as his fingers pressed at the damp fabric of her thong, pushing up between her labia.
“That’s Martin,” said Selena. “He’s touching your wife, Adam. He’s got one hand on her and doing that thing that takes me right to the edge almost instantly. I think your wife might be close to coming, Adam. You like that? You like that she’s close to coming under another man’s hand? You like that he’s easing his shorts down and now your wife has a hand around his long, hard dick? Is that working for you Adam? Are you hard, too?”
Christina took the phone back and Selena ducked down to take that nipple into her mouth again.
“Oh... my... God...” said Christina. “He’s pulling my thong down, now. I think he’s going to fuck me. Can you picture that, darling? You’re not playing are you? Don’t you dare come. You save that all for me when I get home, you hear? Oh!” That last was more a squeal than a word, as Martin discarded her thong, moved his hand back and slid two fingers deep inside her.
“I... I called you for a reason,” she managed to say, as Martin started to fuck her fast with those fingers. Each time he drove deep, his thumb came up hard against her wet clit. Now Selena started to move down Christina’s body, kissing the swell of her breasts, the skin stretched taut across her ribs, her belly...
“I ... I called because... do you want to buy me a present, darling? Oh my... That’s Selena. She’s kissing me now. Kissing me there.”
The wet heat of Selena’s mouth descended on Christina’s mound, soft lips either side of that narrow strip of hair, tongue pressing, sliding down, finding her clit so that now her soft wet pressure combined with the repeated pounding of Martin’s thumb.
“What is it?” asked Adam. God, his voice was so tense! “What do you want? You know I’d do anything for you.”
“The club,” said Christina. She looked down her body and now Martin was positioning himself, that long, hard dick poised so close to her, so
close to Selena’s face! “You know you had people look over the books? You know the figures. Do you think you might buy me a sex club?” It was the perfect solution: buy out the debts, invest in making the club viable again, and keep Selena and Martin on as co-owners and the perfect hosts. She looked down, just as Martin move towards her... Such good hosts...
The swollen head of his dick pressed into her wetness, sliding between her labia, pressed against that opening and then – “Oh!” she cried out again – he was sliding deep inside her. “Oh my,” she said into the phone, “He’s fucking me now. He’s fucking me and Selena’s face is down there... I can feel her mouth on my clit and then on his shaft, licking where we join, licking where he’s sliding into me...”
She craned her neck to see, then took a picture on her phone and sent it. Let him see. Let him see his investment.
Martin started to thrust, and the sensation of him filling her and Selena’s mouth working them both was just the most incredible thing. She flipped the phone onto hands-free, then reached across and put a hand on Selena’s ass.
Now, when Martin pulled back, he slipped out of her entirely. The next thrust drove him into Selena’s mouth and his balls slapped hard against Christina’s pussy – a new sensation and one that seemed to amplify everything.
Sliding back, he adjusted position, pressed, and then drove deep into Christina once again.
Christina’s hand moved, sliding around Selena’s smooth curves, finding tightly-stretched fabric and pulling it aside so that her fingers could slide into Selena’s cunt, matching Martin’s rhythm.
Now he was alternating with each thrust, driving deep into Christina and then pulling out so he could slide deep into his wife’s mouth, filling her with his juice-soaked dick.
Each time he fucked Christina he took her closer to the edge.
“I... I think I’m going to come, Adam. Would that be bad?”
That tight heat in her belly, building steadily. Then Martin pulled out and slid into Selena’s mouth, and his balls swung hard against Christina’s pussy.
Filling her again, and the tightness increased. She cried aloud. So close!
Into Selena’s mouth and that soft, wet thud against her and then... that was it, that was what took Christina over the edge. Her hand on Selena’s ass tightened, her fingers deep in pussy, and she pushed up to meet that delicious pressure of balls against her, of Selena’s cheek on her mound, and now they held still, pressing, and every slight movement seemed to transmit pulses of pleasure through her clit as orgasm seized her entire body.
Martin pulled back, then, and slid deep into her cunt and that first tightening of orgasm somehow intensified. Now Selena twisted so that her face was driving between her two lovers, her tongue probing, finding the hardness of Christina’s clit and teasing another tightening.
Christina was moaning aloud now, twisting from side to side as Martin’s dick filled her and Selena’s mouth worked at her, drawing that orgasm out so that it lasted forever, wave after wave of tightening coursing through her body, and it felt like it would never end... like she never wanted it to end.
And then, gradually, those tightenings became less so with each wave, and now Selena’s tongue was soothing, easing her down from the heights of her climax. Moving more and more to the base of Martin’s shaft where it emerged from Christina, until finally he withdrew and slid into his wife’s mouth. Now, Christina started to press and explore with her fingers, twisting her body so that she could bring both hands into play on Selena’s ass and pussy.
Another twisting of the body, and she was able to wriggle up and bring her face to her lover’s ass, dragging teeth and soft lips across that beautiful, smooth skin. Fingers deep inside Selena’s pussy, Christina brought her head down, her tongue sliding along the crack of her ass, finding that dark opening, while all the time Martin fucked his wife’s face.
Pausing, Christina turned her head towards where her phone lay on the bed.
“Are you still there, Adam?” she gasped. “I think I’ve just been bad, Adam. I think I’ve just been bad and I liked it a lot.”
Then: “And do you know what? I think I’m just about to be bad again...”
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Confessions of a BBW Hotwife: the boxed set by Sadie Somerton
"My husband likes me to explore. He likes me to go out and do things I've never done before. And then he likes me to come home and tell him all about it..."
If you like stories about loving and open-minded couples exploring cuckoldry, group action, exhibitionism and voyeurism you'll love Lucy and Jason! Follow them as they explore each other's fantasies then go out and make them real. A former lover, a girlfriend, his best friend... Lucy sets out to seduce them all.
And then, one day, Jason says, "Tell me, Lucy. Tell me all about it. The biggest fantasy in your head. The one you come back to time and time again. The one you think about when you close your eyes..."
So think about it: what's your biggest fantasy? And would you ever go out and make it happen, like Lucy does? Do you have a partner who would say, "I could arrange that for you. I know some people. A place. All you have to do is say the word."
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