I groaned, I grunted to be touched so. His thighs made a slapping noise as he pulled me tight, again and again, pumping his dick into me over, and over…
My thinking went away. I stopped worrying about anything, anymore. Everything was okay. I was just… being… fucked.
And it was wonderful.
My tits swung and swayed beneath me. My belly rocked with every impact from my powerful stranger, fucking and fucking and—
I cried out. I was— I was—
I was getting close. He kept pushing into me, deeper and deeper, with his
Hard—
Thick—
Cock. I screamed. I screamed his name. I wanted so much to come for him— I cried out. “Stop it! Stop!”
In a matter of seconds, Desmond stopped, and pulled out of me. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Michael stood up, still rock hard. I turned around.
“No no, you’re great. This is… this is wonderful. I just… I want to be on top of you, Desmond. I want to be looking at you.” I pointed at my husband. “And I want to be looking at you,” I said.
Desmond turned so he was on his back on the king sized bed, with his head close to the corner where Michael watched. I straddled Desmond’s thighs, and stroked him.
“Michael,” I moaned. “Does this get you excited? Does this make you hard, baby?”
He nodded for me. “You have no idea, Chloe. I love watching you go.”
“Take it out,” I said, gesturing at his groin with a nod. “Take it out and show me.”
Desmond craned his neck to watch my husband unzip his fly, unbutton his pants, and slide them down his legs. He peeled down his boxer briefs, and there he was. Hard and dripping with excitement, all for me.
No. All for us.
“I want you to touch yourself, baby,” I said. “I want you to enjoy yourself while I enjoy Desmond, here.”
He sat back in the chair, and wet his hand in his own pre-cum. The look on his face was euphoric.
I smacked Desmond lightly on the chest. “You,” I growled. I leaned down, brushing his chest with my tits. “I want your hands on me when I’m fucking you. You hear me?”
He nodded, and put his hands on my breasts. I moaned when he squeezed me. He felt so fucking good…
I inched up to his hips, and took his dick in my hand, stroking him through his condom, before sliding him back between my lips, into my pink, hot core.
“UUhhhhnnnn,” I moaned. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes.” I leaned down again. “Squeeze me. Handle me. Make me yours.”
He squeezed my breast, kissing my chest, nibbling on me. He put his other hand on my back, keeping me low and close to him. Oh, fuck. Ohhh, Desmond!
I ground my hips against him, low and hard. Low and hard. Oh christ he was hard inside me. Oh, hell…
My eyes rolled back and I shut them. Oh, I was close. I was getting tighter around his cock, sliding myself up and down and up and down his terrific strength. Fucking filling me with his hunger.
I slipped my thumb down between my legs, and massaged little circles about my clit, and—
And I burst. I came. I screamed out loud, almost with tears in my eyes, the wet hot electric sizzle that rode out from my pussy, toward every last nerve in me, setting off a firework parade in my head. Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
“Yes!” Every muscle in me went lax, but I wasn’t done. Desmond was still inside me, and he was so close, so close…
I kissed him hard, and pulled tight on his hair. He moaned once, and then went rigid beneath me.
I felt him buckle between my legs. He shouted as he came. He shot his hips up, driving him deep into me. Spasms rocked him as he filled me with his cum. I pressed my cheek to his as he came, shooting another burst of his creamy white slick into me… and again.
He let out a sigh of such deep pleasure, of such wonderful release, I almost missed my husband cry out.
I sat up on top of Desmond, rubbing my nipples for my husband. He grunted, and white hot cum burst from him. His pearly seed spilled over his hand, and another jet of his cum followed the first. He was sticky with his own cum, slipping down, down over his fingers. Two men had come for me in the span of a few heartbeats. God, what a feeling.
I collapsed on the bed, happy and spent. I rolled off Desmond, making sure the condom went with him, not with me.
We lay like that, the three of us, in the orgasmic afterglow, for some time.
“Mmm,” I moaned. “Desmond, you were lovely.”
His chest rose and fell slowly, as he caught his breath. “Any time… Chloe. Any… time.”
I lifted my head, to look at Michael. “Love you,” I managed. He nodded, and said the same back.
I sunk back flat onto the bed, happy and spent. All things considered… I think I could get used to this.
CHAPTER TWO
The Curvy Hotwife's Bliss
I crashed back onto the bed, beneath my husband. He kissed my face, my jaw, my neck, my lips. He pulled himself free of me, and collapsed beside me.
“MmMmmnn,” I groaned. “That was wonderful.”
My husband slowly caught his breath, smiling a goofy smile. “Wasn’t it?”
I rolled over on to my side. I took his cock in my hand, and stroked it, fondly. “I love this,” I breathed.
He laid his hand on my face, and bent his head to kiss my breast. He rested his head there. “So,” he started, “How did you like sleeping with Desmond?”
I ran my fingers up and down his back. I held his penis in my hand, soft and warm. “It was so good. Oh my god. I was so nervous, but… god. It was just incredible.” I kissed the top of his head. “Mmmn. And you liked it? Watching?”
He looked up at me. “Are you kidding? Watching you two drove me nuts. It was fantastic.”
Sex with Desmond had been great. But it also made me appreciate what I had with Michael. I squeezed him to my chest. I loved my husband, and I enjoyed making love to him. And the variety of having someone new in the mix was like getting a much-needed transfusion…
I wanted more.
I cleared my throat, and coaxed Michael to look me in the eye. “So,” I began, trying to sound casual, “is that something you’d like to… do again?”
Michael’s eyes twinkled with mischief. He pounced on me, and I squealed.
~~~
We kept a small apartment; certainly big enough for two. The shower was the kind with the sliding glass door. We didn’t miss the tub.
I’d stepped into a hot shower, and had a good lather going, when the door slid open, and Michael asked if he could join me. I nodded, and he stepped in.
He started by soaping up my back. I loved his hands on me. His hands were firm, strong, but not too hard. His arms slipped around me, and hugged my belly. He rubbed his hands, open and flat over my great stomach. His hands slipped up to my breasts, wide and soft. Mmm…
I turned my head a bit to him. “Are you trying to start something?”
“Nope. Just making sure you get super clean.” Uh huh. Sure.
His hands traveled down to my ass, and lathered me but good. Whouuf. “Shampoo my hair?”
I’d never been what you would call thin. I exercised. The muscles I had were strong. They were just covered in a lot of padding.
Once he finished washing my long hair, Michael’s hands traveled down to my thighs. Just… caressing me. I turned around, and faced him. He was half erect.
“You’ve been so good to me,” I said, taking his cock in my hand. “But it looks like you could use some scrubbing, yourself.” He didn’t object as I kissed him, and started stroking him. He moaned, and closed his eyes. I kept on, and worked him up ’til he was hard in my hand.
“Chloe,” he whispered. I kissed his lips. I kissed him hungrily. “Mmmm…”
I leaned back just a little, to watch him respond, in my hands. I laid my left hand on his chest, while I kept stroking him with my right. His jaw fell open. He squinted, though his eyes we
re already shut.
I loved having this effect on him. So tantalizing to have this power over him. “You going to come for me, Michael?” I asked softly. “Go on now. You can let go, baby. Come for me…”
My husband grunted when he came. Warm, white slick burst from his cock, spilling over my hand. He splashed his pearly cum across my belly in another jet. A third ran over my fingers, down to the shower floor. “That’s it, baby. That’s it… I love it when you come for me.”
I kissed his forehead, and rested his head against my chest. I hadn’t let go of him, I could feel his heartbeat, pulsing in my hand. I rinsed his cum off myself, and washed him clean. I kissed him again, as he caught his breath.
~~~
We went back to Steam, the sauna that had quickly been taken over by couples looking for playmates. The owners didn’t mind, so long as they didn’t engage in any hanky-panky in the sauna. Otherwise, they just kept quiet and counted their money.
It felt a bit like walking onto a playground and looking for a new playmate— except we were all grown-ups, and most of us were naked. I preferred a towel around my torso. I wasn’t terribly body conscious, but it was a different matter in here, where I felt surrounded by supermodels.
Michael wore nothing. I don’t think I’d ever known anyone so completely comfortable in his own skin, so carefree, before I met him. It was reassuring, just being around him.
We took our time, soaking up the heat and getting a feel for the place again. There were several suites inside the sauna proper, big enough for about a dozen people or so, on two levels of benches. Once again, Michael left it up to me to find our next guest star.
I’d gained a bit of courage from our first successful visit. We’d found Desmond here, and he’d been a wonderful partner. Could we get that lucky, twice?
One man got my attention early on, a tall strapping fella with light, creamy skin. He was busy chatting with a couple, though, and seemed entirely engaged.
I wandered through the sauna, and found a quiet man sitting by himself. He was strong. Not over-built with muscles, but still powerful and tight. His black hair was cropped very short, and his skin a rich brown, like coffee and cream.
I walked up to him, smiled, and waved. “Um, hi there,” I said.
He nodded. “Hey.”
“My name’s Chloe.” I pointed to Michael, who had gotten a seat just inside the door of the suite. “That’s my husband, Michael. We were wondering if you had any plans, later? Or… if you’d like some company?”
The stranger sat up a little taller, and took in a sharp breath. “Oh, wow. Okay. Um, sure. I’d like that. I’d like that very much.”
I nodded to Michael, who nodded back with his approval.
“Nice to meet you, Chloe. I’m Shawn.”
We met Shawn for drinks, and asked him a few questions, and laid a few ground rules. He was clean, he was single, and he agreed that we wouldn’t be exchanging fluids. This wasn’t his first time as the Bull for a situation like ours, though the term was new to me! The important thing was, he was comfortable with Michael in the room, watching.
So we got ourselves a hotel room. Michael and I arrived first, and got comfortable. I wore a white blouse, and a black pencil skirt. It did great things for my hips. I playfully smacked my ass before the mirror, and Michael laughed. There was a knock at the door.
I went and opened it, and sure enough, there was Shawn. He looked good. He smelled like he’d shaved. I put my hand on his face, and he was baby smooth. “Come in,” I said, smiling.
He walked over the threshold, and I shut the door. Shawn was wearing a dark navy peacoat, blue jeans, and a charcoal turtleneck sweater. What, had he just come from a modeling shoot?
“Can I take your coat?” I asked him. He nodded, and shrugged it off his shoulders. I got a smell of his cologne, and smiled. Mm. “You smell great, by the way,” I added, taking his coat and hanging it up.
“Thanks.” Shawn walked into the main suite, and nodded in greeting at Michael. My husband returned it, and lifted a hand to wave.
I walked up beside Shawn, and put a hand on his shoulder. “Can I get you anything? A drink?” Our guest shook his head.
“No thanks.”
He surprised me with a sudden turn. He lifted his hands to my face; they were warm, and broad. He pulled me into a kiss. I moaned in surprise, and returned the kiss. I guess we were done with the formalities…
Our lips parted, and I got my first taste of him. He was sweet, like scotch and soda. He moaned just a little. I guess he liked the taste of me, too…
Shawn put his hands on my sides, and ran them up to my back, and down again. He turned his head. I guess he wanted me to kiss his neck. I took the cue and ran with it. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his throat. I nibbled on his earlobe, and he hissed as he took in a sharp breath. “God you’re good,” he whispered.
His hands slid back up my back, and he pulled me close. He squeeze me to him. His body was firm, and lean. I grabbed him by the hips in return. I slipped my hands up under his sweater, and found he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He was so warm…
“Take this off,” I said softly. Shawn took a step back, and pulled the sweater up, and off. He let it drop to the floor, and grinned at me.
“Your turn.”
I smirked, unbuttoning my blouse, one slow button after another. I wanted to take my time, play him a bit with a strip tease.
I unbuttoned my blouse, and unzipped my pencil skirt. The white fabric almost popped open as I slipped out of my skirt. It fell open, leaving a wide gap, exposing my chest, and what I was wearing.
I had a soft yellow bra on, and matching panties. The bra was big— I was a big girl, after all. I stepped out of my shoes, and out of the skirt that lay in a pool of fabric on the floor.
“God damn, Chloe,” he said, through gritted teeth. He looked like he wanted to eat me, whole. “You’re a beauty.”
I blushed at the attention, and slowly peeled off my shirt.
Shawn wasted no time, stepping in and kissing me, putting his hands on me. His skin was warm. His chest hair ticked my skin. He kissed my neck, my shoulder.
“May I?” he asked. Without explaining, he turned me around, so I was facing the hotel room door. He stepped up behind me, my back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around my belly and squeezed me.
“You feel good in my arms, Chloe,” he whispered. He laid his hand flat on my wide stomach. It felt good for me, too…
His left hand slipped down to my thigh, and teased at my groin. A wire of hot sensation shot through me. I gasped.
“Mmhmmm,” he groaned. His hand came up my thigh, up my side, to cup my breast. He squeezed me softly, then harder, through the fabric. He licked the edge of my ear, and I was wet. I tried and failed to stifle a moan.
“I’m gonna take this off you now, okay?”
He stepped back, just far enough to put his hands on the clasp of my bra. A moment’s tension, and the fabric was loose.
He slipped the straps off my shoulders. I was in goosebumps. My breasts sank against my stomach, heavy and full. Shawn closed the gap between us, and wrapped his hands around me again. He cupped my breasts, and lifted me up. He squeezed my flesh in his hands, greedy for me. I groaned. “Hnnn…”
I could take it.
I turned to him. I kissed him again, pressing my chest against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close. “Shawn…” I breathed, between kisses. “Shawn, you marvel…”
I was wet. I felt terrific warmth building between my legs. I ached to be touched. Behind Shawn, I could see Michael, watching us with great appreciation. He was turned on, too…
“Let me look at you,” Shawn said. He stepped back and gazed at me, mostly naked. I almost crossed my arms across my chest, but no. I wanted to be exposed to this man, this amazing stranger who I was going to—
I stepped into him, and grabbed the front of his jeans. In a second, I had him unbuttoned, and tore down his fly. “T
ake ‘em off.”
He complied, bending over to slip out of his jeans. He wore black boxer briefs, and he was hard. Ohhhhh, god. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see.
I asked him to sit on the edge of the bed. I knelt before him, while my husband watched. I put my hands on his flat chest and squeezed. I ran my hands up and down his hairy legs, and squeezed again. Oohhhhhh, Shawn…
I pinched the waistband of his underwear, and slowly peeled them off him. He lifted his ass just enough to have them come free. I pulled them down his thighs, and there he was.
Shawn’s penis hung between his legs, low and hard, and getting harder. I pushed his knees apart, to crawl closer. He looked down at me, and he was breathing hard.
I licked my palm, and took his dick in my hand. God, he was so thick. So strong. I stroked him; slow, long pulls on his shaft. “Fuck, Chloe!” he breathed.
I took his length in both hands, and lifted his dick higher. I kissed his tip, not breaking eye contact. I licked him gently, teasing the base of his head with the tip of my tongue. He hissed in a sharp breath.
I took his head in my mouth and groaned. “Mmmmnnnnnmm…” I pressed against his frenulum— the impossibly sensitive spot just under his head— and savored his reactions. He bucked a little, and a drop of his pre-cum landed on my tongue. I moaned again, and slid my lips down, down his shaft.
I wasn’t about to deep throat him, but I wanted to show him I appreciated his cock. I let a spot of drool slip past my lips, coating him with my saliva. I ran my lips up and down his shaft, nice and slow, keeping control. He stuttered a gasp, and more of his pre-cum glazed my tongue.
I let him go, with a gentle popping noise. “Mmm, Shawn! You’re delicious.” I stood up, and turned half to my husband.
“You like this, hon? You like watching me suck off another man? Huh?”
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