Pleasured at Last v.2
A swinger, hotwife, menage erotic story
Alexandra Vaughn
Pleasured at Last v.2
Copyright 2016 Alexandra Vaughn
San Francisco, CA
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Pleasured at Last v.2
A swinger, hotwife, menage erotic story
Karla stared up into a clear, azure sky, the peace of a lazy afternoon having settled on everything around her.
The soft sound of water lapping at the edges of her pool broke the stillness only slightly, the occasional noise of activity from inside her house also contributing; the cleaners were in, preparing the place for William’s return after so long away. Karla ignored all of it, absorbed in her thoughts so completely that only her husband’s travel plans managed to remain in her mind. Apparently business had been good for him for the duration of his trip.
She wondered intently just how she was going to break it to him that business had been just as good, if not better, for her while he was away.
It was almost enough to make her frown- infidelity was something of a mood killer, just generally- but not quite; dwelling on such things became quite a challenge, with the taste and the touch and the slick, warm evidence of earlier, mind-blowing sex still on her, and in her. The memory of how her morning had gone swirled back into Karla’s mind, where it had remained a fixture of her fantasies for most of the day, dominating her mental landscape just as the two men involved had dominated her attentions. Once she had gotten a taste, Warren and Reggie had been awfully hard for Karla to dislodge.
Ah yes, Warren and Reggie…
There had been a time, an optimistic period of time that had lasted about a week in total, in which Karla had been resolved not to see the two men again until her husband had returned home and she had managed to convince him to join her in her newfound kink. It had been… the moral thing to do, in a way, or at least the most moral thing Karla could have done given the circumstances into which she had already wandered; there was no way to take back sleeping with two men behind William’s back, nor any way to turn that into something positive, not without a copious dose of honesty and openness between Karla and her husband first. All that she could do was try not to make the situation worse until William returned, and to hope that he would take his wife’s admission as the opportunity she saw it as, instead of the betrayal it very well could be to him.
That Karla had not been able to make it even a week into William’s three week business trip without breaking that promise to herself, spoke to just how deeply her newfound hunger for sexual freedom had afflicted her.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to give the two men her phone number, but at the time, in the depths of that night they had spent together at the sex club her friend Cindy had brought her to, the prospect of being suddenly disconnected from either of them had been too much to countenance. At least Karla hadn’t been the one to initiate contact- despite her complicated feelings on the matter, she clung to that- but when Warren had texted her out of the blue one lazy afternoon, she had leaped at her phone with an eagerness that belied how she truly felt. Her caution did not mean Karla wasn’t still interested.
When he had asked her if it was okay to see her again, Karla had paused for all of a second, thoughts racing through her mind in triple time. Everything in her suggested that this would be a risk, that it was very possible she would lose control and do something that would make things more difficult down the line, but Karla quashed her apprehension down, too addicted to living the new life she had seen for herself on that one portentous night to give up an opportunity when it presented itself. She agreed to meet Warren, even to invite him into her home; surely she wouldn’t do anything too untoward in the place she and William called home?
Karla had slept with him that evening, as the sun set and cast long, amber bars of light across her living room. She had ridden Warren into her couch, so hard that his body had left an imprint in the cushions, and after that… it was as though a dam had broken in her.
At the very least, doing so had removed Karla’s moral quandary regarding sex with anyone else while her husband was away. After you’d done it twice the number ceased to be important; adultery three times was no more meaningful than two, the immorality of it had calcified into a pattern of behavior, so to speak. When Warren took a chance on inviting her back to the club they had met at, Karla rewarded his bet, agreeing to venture back into that den of sensuality, succumbing to the lure of desire once more. She hadn’t even been terribly surprised to see Reggie there, nor to learn that he had come specifically because Karla was going to be there.
And thus came night of infidelity number three…
In total, Karla had had sex with one or both of the men four times, Warren being the only one of the pair to be given the pleasure of having her to himself. The latest such incident had happened just that morning, in the kind of thoughtful-yet-sexy gesture that Karla had come to expect from those men. Of course, actual in-person sex was not the only thing they had done- Karla’s cell phone was full of risque pictures and messages to prove that- but there was a special thrill to having them both in front of her, particularly when their presence had not been expected.
With sunlight still shining on her mostly bare body, warming any of her skin not covered by her shorts or bikini top, Karla smiled. Casting a furtive look over her shoulder, just to ensure that she wasn’t likely to be interrupted by the cleaners, she allowed her hand to creep down, under the hem of her shorts, the pads of her fingers tracking across her well-used pussy, where the come of her two secret paramours still lingered…
***
That morning had been one of longing, a sort of solitary, wistful goodbye to the things Karla had managed to indulge in, on the eve of her husband’s homecoming. Preparing for the possibility of losing all of that in the face of the very difficult conversation she would have to have with William was not something that could be done without her morning coffee, and so Karla had ventured downstairs and indulged in the most sumptuous breakfast she could produce, girding herself with strong coffee and rich food for a day that would be… difficult, at best.
With that in mind, her heart skipped a beat when she heard the doorbell; it couldn’t possibly be them, could it?
Karla hurried to the door, feet scuffing on the plush hallway carpet. Swinging it open revealed the two men, their positions staggered as their broad-shouldered frames could not stand abreast in the narrow entryway. She took a step back, a smile spreading quickly across her delicate features. That smile was quickly followed by a blush; neither man looked as though they had come over for coffee and conversation.
‘He’s not here, is he?’ Warren asked. The words “your husband,” hung between himself and Karla, unspoken but very much thought; it would have felt wrong to bring William up here, in this place, with these people. Eager to move on, Karla simply s
hook her head and, without saying anything more, ushered the pair inside. There were, she had reflected, neighbors to be concerned with, people she knew and had a history with, who would undoubtedly remember any unfamiliar folk she invited into her home. Who knew what they would let slip to William if they saw this?
Karla made a point of closing the living room curtains as she entered it with the two men.
‘I didn’t expect to see you two again before…’ She said, trailing off to avoid mentioning William’s name. Recovering quickly, she added: ‘Least of all here.’
‘That’s the fun of surprises, isn’t it?’ Reggie smiled enigmatically, looking about the living room, taking in the expensive furniture and high ceilings. It struck Karla that he had never been to her home before, this bulky, muscular man who could lift her over one shoulder with ease. She could have offered him a tour, but she got the idea that he and Warren had come here with ulterior motives.
‘We figured we’d come give you something to remember us by,’ Warren added, leaning one broad shoulder against a wall. Morning light shone through his dark hair, and Karla was struck with a sudden memory of her fingers curling through that same hair as she kissed him, sitting so comfortably in his lap. A shiver raced down her spine at the thought of it.
‘You know, just in case…’ Warren continued, gesturing vaguely to indicate the possibility that things would go south in the immediate future, and Karla realized that she had been staring. She caught herself, began to move again, but in truth she had been pulled out of one thought-jamming concept and into another; the reality was, this really could be the last time Karla got to see the boys, for any number of reasons. Her nighttime dalliances had always seemed… ghostly and impermanent to her, but never before had they seemed so very close to vanishing entirely. Karla felt her heart begin to sink even considering it, and the desperation that inspired made her race forward, grabbing hold of anything she could to keep her new paramours here.
Striding with long, purposeful steps across the room, Karla laid both hands on Warren’s broad chest, stood on the tips of her toes, and kissed him, long and deeply. She could feel Reggie’s transfixed eyes upon her as she made out with his friend, pushing Warren against the wall with her body. The man was more than strong enough to push her away, Karla had plenty of memories of being held aloft and bounced around under the influence of Warren’s delicious power before. But instead he held her close, allowed her to take the lead and, as a consequence, take what she needed from him.
‘Let’s do it,’ Karla whispered, her voice hitching as they pulled away. Her head turned to Reggie as she continued: ‘On the couch. It’s the best place.’
That was true, in a sense; none of the other rooms had been furnished with the mechanics of threesome sex in mind, and only the living room and master bedroom had both the space and comfortable surfaces to accommodate all three of them together. But the bedroom was still somehow… sacrosanct, a space that could not be intruded upon with this, not yet, at least. If they were going to have sex in that room, in Karla’s marital bed, then they would do it with William’s consent and, indeed, his presence; their collective enjoyment would be the only thing that bedroom would ever know, from now on. Karla’s eyes even slid, momentarily, to its door to ensure that it was closed, as if to prevent the room itself from witnessing anything untoward.
Reggie shrugged, and ambled his way over to the couch, seating himself amongst the dark, plentiful cushions, his body a series of strong limbs and spreadeagled legs. He leveled a gaze on Karla, and she actually flinched in response, her body nearly buckling under the strength of the desire in his eyes. He tugged her forward with a gesture, a beckoning flick of a finger toward him like a lure promising all manner of unspoken, pleasurable delights.
Karla obeyed. Her heart thudding in her chest, Karla obeyed.
As though handling some delicate piece of art, Reggie pulled Karla forward, bringing the woman into his lap. Her legs spread around his body so that she straddled him. Taking first one wrist and then the other in a gentle but firm grip, Reggie led her hands up to his shoulders, allowing her to lean more of her weight onto him and give herself over more completely to his embrace. Shadows from the closed curtains licked across his face as his hands went to her hips, steadying Karla and keeping her pinned in his embrace, trapped in a world all their own.
Warren’s presence wasn’t a surprise, but it was a shock to Karla’s system, as the former running back’s fingers trailed a light and delicate line down her spine, through her shirt. As Reggie pushed forward and kissed her Warren himself leaned forward from behind, sandwiching the woman between them. Karla was quickly transformed into a writhing, delicate thing, held between two hot, hard walls of pure power, men that could- and would- do whatever they desired with her, and make her desire it all just as much as they did. She was only allowed the briefest of moments to catch her breath as Warren’s creeping hands slid under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her breasts. Head swimming with yearning, Karla turned her face to one side and found her mouth quickly recaptured by Warren’s. It was as though both men knew exactly where to be and what to do to anticipate even the smallest of her needs. Warren tasted of mint and black coffee.
Karla lost herself to the contained, quiet chaos. There was never a point where the stimulation stopped, when she didn’t have fingers pinching her nipples, or a tongue down her throat, or a masculine voice growling dirty talk into her ear. Simple shivers turned to stronger, bucking tremors, and then to a sort of full-body quake of arousal. Endorphins flooded Karla to such an extent that it was impossible to stop fidgeting. Feeling Reggie grow hard beneath her, his erection obvious in his jeans, she ground down against it, delighting as it throbbed between her legs. She was glad she’d chosen to wear a skirt today.
It would be so easy, so easy, to just reach down and undo that fly. He could be inside her in seconds…
‘Oh, god, enough!’ She gasped, physically turning in his lap. ‘Let’s not get too… I want to savor this moment, gentlemen…’
Disengaging from the pair of them was difficult, Karla already knew that; there was an addictive quality to their touch that she could enjoy all day, if she had her way. But it had to be done. If this was to be her last time with the two of them, there were certain things that Karla wanted to do, memories of them she wished to retain that she could create fresh today.
‘Come take a seat, Warren,’ she purred, gently directing the man away so she could regain her feet. Her eyes crackled with sexual energy when she turned to face him, gesturing to the couch beside Reggie. ‘Let me take care of you gentlemen…’
Warren obeyed, and with her skirt still hiked up, and breasts on display, Karla knelt before them. Their eyes, glued to her body, sent a rush of empowerment through her. The thrill of being an object of desire, of being naked and wanted at the same time filled her from head to toe.
Her fingers hardly trembled at all, as she reached both hands out, one toward each of the men. Karla could remember how she had shaken the first time, and even the second, as the taboo of what she was doing strung through her body and turned her tense and nervous. This morning was the eve of their separation however, and with both of her boys looking on hungrily there was nothing she could not do. It was as simple as reaching up, letting thumb and forefinger close around the zippers of their pants, and pulling down…
Karla’s eyes smoldered and never left her work as she drew out first Warren, then Reggie’s hardness into the open air. A drop of come clung to the former’s tip and Karla leaned forward and licked it up, pressing her soft tongue hard against Warren’s head. He gasped, and beside her, Reggie pulsed, his cock growing momentarily in her hand.
‘Eager, eager boys,’ she crooned, noticing the sexy lilt that had recently crept into her voice.
Sometimes, when she was with them, it felt as though a whole new person stepped out from some deep, long unacknowledged part of herself. Someone new and fresh and powerful who got whatever
she wanted. Karla never minded being this other person, not for a moment, but it did still take some getting used to, discovering surprises about herself in real time.
In moments of solitude, Karla had begun to wonder what sort of person would be left behind when Warren and Reggie left, and William came back. Certainly, it could no longer be the woman who had dealt with her frustrations and dissatisfactions in silence, the dutiful wife who stoically subsumed her own desires for the sake of her husband’s professional ambitions…
Who knew what woman he would have to deal with, in that case?
Without another word, Karla switched positions, dipped her head and granted Reggie the pleasures of her mouth. Inch after inch of him disappeared between Karla’s lips as she swallowed as deep as she could. In a single stroke he was in the back of her throat. The two previous sex sessions had been valuable practice for her oral skills, and though Karla simply did not have the physical capacity to manage all of either man, her ability to take them both, and to read the tiny tells of their arousal, had grown in leaps and bounds. If nothing else, they had made her a more receptive lover… hopefully fit for more people than just her husband, in future.
Moaning, Karla held herself down on Reggie for a second, two, three… long enough to feel the man’s thighs tense, to delight in the way his shaft pulsed in her mouth, the sheer heat of it enough to make her wetter. As she did so, her hand lingered on Warren, silently promising him that he hadn't been forgotten in all this, her fingers tracing light, tantalizing lines up his hard shaft.
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