This was what Karla was like around these men?
‘Whoa…’ Chris echoed William’s sentiments out loud, if somewhat less eloquent in his wording. He sat up in his lounger, its wooden frame creaking as he craned to get a better look at her. Warren seemed similarly spellbound, though less inclined to express it audibly; his eyes told the whole story, glued to Karla’s body as though nothing else in the world mattered at all.
But Karla only allowed herself to remain in the center of attention for a brief while, and she struck a path directly toward her husband, kneeling on the side of his own lounger, her hands resting on his shoulders. Their eyes locked, and Will wondered whether she could see what he was thinking in them.
‘Well?’ She murmured, perhaps low enough as to not be heard by the others. ‘What do you think?’
‘What do I think?’ Will blinked, taking Karla by the waist and drawing her closer. He kissed her, pouring every ounce of feeling into it, and felt her melt. When they broke away, it was with little breath that he said: ‘You look beautiful. Better than I ever could have imagined… and that’s saying something.’
‘Oh?’ Karla’s mouth crooked in a mischievous smile. She stood tall again. ‘Then enjoy the show, my love.’
Her attention shifted from Will, as she moved in slow, languid steps to the middle of the three men, that open area of the patio that the reclining loungers had been arrayed around. Standing between them all, she made a slow circle of the space, smoldering eyes the color of liquid helium coming to rest on the men one after the other as she turned, commanding the entirety of their attention. Nothing else existed to them all, but that split second, that exact moment, with this woman in her newfound element striding between them like one on a divine mission.
Music filtered through the open door behind her, a slow and silvery beat that wound itself around Karla like mist. William took a moment to wonder at just how well his wife had timed that out. The sounds seemed to move her on their own, causing Karla’s hips to sway, her foot to tap in time with the rhythm, the music flowing up through her body in a single, sinuous wave. She swayed, all curves and soft places, her eyes glimmering with their own internal light as she moved, circling, finding each man in turn with a gaze that transmitted pure arousal to them all in turn. Their guests remained spellbound as Karla danced, but it was William who received the bulk of her attention, the one it was clear she was dancing for, and when it came time for her to reach up and unclip her bra, it was him she was facing.
He got, however, only the briefest of looks at his wife’s bared breasts, as she tossed her discarded bra to him and covered them with one arm, spinning another slow circle to grant the other men the same tantalizing glimpse of her nudity that Will had gotten. Chris in particular seemed about ready to leap at her from his seat at this sight, restrained only by politeness, and William remembered that he had never slept with Karla before, that this was his first sight of her naked; he could understand, in that moment, watching her dance, just how much of a challenge to one’s self control that could be. Still, nobody dared interrupt what was happening, instead simply allowing Karla to dictate the pace of things, as the light dipped low and the world turned slowly to shadows that clung to Karla’s skin like wonderful black tattoos.
Her panties came off next, and from that point there was no hiding herself anymore. Karla reveled in her nakedness then, free and no longer teasing, her dance slowly fading into a constant, tidal swaying in time with the beat, formless and free as she walked around the patio. This was more about enjoying the open air on her skin than outright teasing, about embracing her freedom to do these things without encumbrance and to ensure that her husband was there to enjoy it with her. Somehow, it was more attractive than the strip show could ever be, and Karla could feel the intensity of the men’s gazes as they stared at her, lingering like a tingle on her ass, her breasts, her belly and thighs. She truly could have been out here all night, if they kept it up, but…
‘Much as I’d like to fuck you three hotties outside,’ she said, keeping her voice low to prevent the words from getting to the neighbors. ‘It’s mosquito country out here, and I am simply not dressed for that. Shall we take this through to the bedroom, gentlemen?’
Karla didn’t wait for them to reply, she knew their answers well in advance, just by looking at them. Completely naked, she sauntered inside and up the hall to the bedroom she shared with William, finally about to allow Warren into it for the first time, and in precisely the circumstances she had wished for. Her heart beat fast in her chest, the thrill of pulling off such a wonderful evening without even the slightest of hitches making her pulse race and her mind wheel with the possibilities. Who would she have first? Where would Will sit? Should she angle herself so that he got the best view, or just let it happen naturally? How much playing up to the audience would Warren and Chris even be willing to do?
What did it matter, when she had three handsome men following wordlessly behind her like hapless little puppies?
Karla grinned.
Reaching the bed first, she perched herself daintily on its edge, the new sheets ruffling beneath her bare backside, and leveled her gaze firmly on the men as they entered behind her. Without saying anything, William made his way to the bedside, where his favorite reclining chair was, and sat down, his eyes never leaving his wife. He made a gesture, a concrete encouragement to go on with the show, and took a swig from his beer, which he had brought with him. He looked like nothing less than a lord, presiding over some new form of entertainment, and Karla nearly giggled; she liked this, liked that he understood that this was as much for his benefit as it was for anyone elses’, even if he wasn’t outright participating.
With that understanding reached, she turned her attention to the other men.
‘Chris,’ she called, spreading her legs wide and allowing one hand to stray between them. Taking a moment to moan as the pads of her fingers found her clit and began to rub, she said, ‘come here, would you? I haven’t tasted you yet…’
The young man did not need to be told twice, and with a shrug of his shoulders he wandered over to the bed and stood in front of Karla, working at his belt. As the older woman masturbated loudly, enjoying the act with as many moans and gasps as she wanted to provide, she undid his fly and pulled out his cock, drawing it almost instantly into her mouth. There had been no time to truly examine him- that was not the point of this- but Karla got enough of an idea from how Chris felt inside her to wonder where, exactly, Warren kept finding these guys. Chris was roughly as long as Warren himself, ten inches of cock or so to his name, and though he was vaguely thinner that actually worked to his advantage here, his girth not stretching Karla’s tender jaw so much as to be uncomfortable. She was able to bob her lips easily on his rod, her cheeks going concave as she sucked hard on the young man’s erection, drawing a shiver from him in the process.
Chris groaned freely at the sensation of it, but he wasn’t alone in that; Karla continued her masturbation as she blew him, pushing first one finger, then two into her rapidly dripping hole, preparing herself for the workout she knew was to come. Arousal came easily to her, the sheer knowledge of what she was about to engage in filling her mind and making her drip. Her tongue dragged a zigzag line over the underside of Chris’ cock, seeking out any sensitive places she could find to attack later and make him shiver, and in response he rapidly hardened in her mouth, creating a true challenge for Karla now. Her lips stretched around him, and she moaned when she took him deep, the vibrations from her throat echoing up through his shaft.
Her eyes shifted to one side, sighting William in his chair, watching his wife take another man’s dick for the first time. He hadn’t even looked that intense when they had watched pornography together, the immediacy of it all apparently far more appealing to him than Karla would have guessed. As she looked at him she pushed herself down on Chris’ shaft, taking him as close to the root as she could, until she gagged and tears sprang to her eyes, communicati
ng her enjoyment to Will through the medium of sheer wanton lewdness. Pulling back with a gasp, Karla fucked herself particularly deep, and imagined it was William’s cock filling her instead.
Standing suddenly, Karla took Chris by the arm and guided him to the bed, laying him down so that, when she climbed on top of him, everyone around would be offered an unobstructed view of her riding the young man’s cock. That item in particular stood erect and proud as Karla straddled him and, with one final glance over to William- which found him leaning forward in his chair, his still half full beer all but forgotten- she lowered herself onto Chris, sliding his hardness inch by inch into her welcoming pussy until she was full, and he had nothing left to give.
‘Mmm!’ She exclaimed, unable to formulate words for what she was feeling for a moment. She rocked her hips, bounced a little on her heels experimentally, to feel the thrust and tug of her new partner’s erection against the wet, warm walls of her cunt. ‘You feel good! Warren, get over here, you’re missing out.’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ Warren chuckled, amused and a tad proud at this take-charge new woman, so different from the timid thing he and Reggie had enjoyed their first night together at the club. He clambered up onto the mattress and stood beside Chris’ supine form, his hips now within range of Karla’s mouth as she rode the younger man in small, slow strokes. Below them, Chris bit his lip, the affectation strangely endearing in how feminine it seemed. But Karla’s attention was on Warren for the moment, and Warren’s attention was on Karla; this time it was she who undid his belt, eagerly drawing him out into the open air, all ten thick inches of him once again growing hard in the palm of her hand.
‘Well, hello there- ah!’ Karla purred, breaking off only to gasp when Chris thrust himself particularly deeply into her from below, resulting in a spike of pleasure that took her breath away. ‘Mmm, I’ve missed you…’
Soft, pillowy lips clasped about Warren’s tip, then, suckling hard at his purple head, Karla’s hand pumping gently up and down the rest of his shaft as it grew. The large man grunted in appreciation, stroking Karla’s hair encouragingly with one big hand. Disengaging, Karla turned her head to one side, her lips now adhering to the side of Warren’s cock, sucking and licking and nibbling a moaning, whimpering path down to his balls, whereupon she opened her mouth once more to take them into her mouth. Warren gasped- she had never done that before!- and looked down at his erection, laid across Karla’s face as her tongue swept across his balls, the woman moving her hips constantly, grinding herself down on Chris below. Reaching down, around the active fellatio, he touched her, cupping her breast in his hand and running his thumb over her nipple. As if taking a cue from him, Chris moved to touch the woman too, the palms of his hands sliding up her thighs to rest on her hips as she rode him, holding her down on his cock so that the two of them could gyrate their way to pleasure.
In his chair, seemingly a world away, William watched. Before Karla had shown him, he had never seen sex like this before, this morass of limbs and fucking and sensation, so chaotic and yet directed toward a single, orgasmic end. It was like art come to life, beautiful and vital in a way regular porn could never quite achieve, his wife gyrating and slurping at the center of a grand diorama devoted to ecstasy.
And of course, the display of it aroused him to no end…
It was no secret to Will that he had quickly gotten hard in his pants, roughly beginning at the moment that Warren had impaled his wife’s mouth on his thick, throbbing cock, the sight of Karla’s lips straining and sucking on the other man simply too much to be borne. At the time it had seemed smart to keep it hidden, knowing that, were he to pull his erection out, Karla might be pleased but the temptation to touch himself would be too much to bear; he could only imagine the dissatisfaction of getting off early and having to watch everyone else enjoy themselves in the dead zone between one orgasm and the next.
No, best to bide his time, allow the tension of arousal to brew within him as he watched, sharpening his sensitivity so that when the time came…
… When the time came, he could enjoy himself as much as Karla so evidently was.
When one position seemed to grow wearisome, one or two or all three of them would change it, moving with admirable fluidity into the next; Karla astride Chris became Karla fucking in Chris’ lap, masturbating Warren with her free hand. This flowed into a switch of partners, as Karla moved forward and onto her hands and knees so that Warren could penetrate her and Chris could kneel in front of her, his hand on the back of her head as he fucked her mouth, his length still shining in her juices as it pistoned in and out of Karla’s lips. In time, this too changed; Karla lay flat on her stomach, framed on either side by Chris’ legs and easily eclipsed by Warren’s bulk as he lay on top of her, still deep inside her and guiding her mouth up and down Chris’ erection with a hand on the back of her head.
Something about this position made William twitch appreciatively, watching the two men practically envelop his wife, their masculinity totally dominant in that moment. It passed quickly enough- though pleasing aesthetically it must have undoubtedly been hard to actually fuck in for long- in favor of switching yet again. Karla lay on her back, her head hanging off of the edge of the bed, angled just right for Warren to slip inside her mouth, as Chris lifted her ankles up onto his shoulders in order to pound her pussy once more. Her eyes flicked toward William as she took Warren’s length all the way down her throat, her new position much more conducive to depth than any of the others; there was a twinkle in them, before she gagged, as if to say “look what I can do now.”
Will filed all of that away for later use, and finally unzipped his fly.
Minutes passed before he did anything else, simply allowing his cock to stiffen up through the hole he had made for it as he watched his wife take dick and apparently love every moment of it. Chris’ youthful stamina aided him in driving his shaft deeply and firmly between Karla’s spread legs, the wet sound of their fucking clearly audible, even above the gagging, moaning mess that was happening up front. Karla had always been… quiet, William supposed, during oral sex, but the additional stimulation had made her anything but, groaning and gagging herself on Warren every chance she got. Something had changed within her, even more so than it had when he had returned from overseas.
Everything had changed, really. Like a switch had been flipped, and now William was engaging in things that had seemed impossible before now, things he hadn’t even known he had wanted. Desires bubbled up inside him, new things that now had names and would not dislodge themselves from his mind even if Will had wanted them to. Group sex, swinging, voyeurism… yes. How had he managed to avoid this part of himself, of Karla, for so long?
The action seemed to have shifted on the bed, the atmosphere growing more focused and involved. The trio switched places, but now Karla’s mouth would be free; sitting astride Warren, she leaned forward and arched her back, reaching around with her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass. Chris crawled up behind her, wrapped her in a one-armed embrace, and used his free hand to slide his cock between Karla’s cheeks, pressing against…
Just like she had shown William before, with the dildo…
Without meaning to, Will’s hand had strayed to his erection the moment Karla cried out at the rear penetration, fingers curling tightly around his shaft, stroking up and down as the two men on the bed began their opening thrusts into his wife. There was simply nothing else for it, the vision of his own private sex show too much to be borne without some form of stimulation for himself. Karla shuddered and bucked between the two men so attractively, pale breasts bouncing with each dual thrust, her shapely ass rippling with Chris’ increasingly forceful pounding, the sheer sound of skin slapping skin providing a constant backdrop to their moans, groans, and panting. Leaning down, supporting herself with the palms of her hands flat to either side of his head, Karla kissed Warren, their lips colliding in a passionate, fiery tangle of tongues that the woman committed everything she had to. She moa
ned into the other man’s mouth, the sound only growing harder when Chris moved to cup her breasts from behind, pinching at her nipples so that her back arched into his touch, forming a tight, bowstring curve.
In his seat, William pressed down hard on his own shaft, feeling it throb at his touch, a desperate moan of desire bubbling in his throat. The sound caught Karla’s attention, causing her to break away from the men and turn her gaze to her husband, her eyes falling quickly, hungrily, to his hand, rubbing up and down his erection freely, seemingly without shame. Looking from her man to his cock and back again, Karla shook her head.
‘No, Will. Not like that.’ Her voice was a panting, unsteady mess, but it got the point across eventually. She stopped to grind and fuck for a few seconds, apparently reacting to a particularly deep thrust on Warren’s part, and when she spoke next, Karla’s voice throbbed with carnal fire. ‘You have to share. Bring that delicious thing over here, right now.’
There was no arguing with that tone of voice, though William had to shelve a not insubstantial level of discomfort with approaching two naked men mid-coitus in doing so. Karla continued to fuck them as he climbed up onto the bed, keeping her pussy full of Warren’s thick cock and simply grinding against it while allowing Chris to fuck her ass more overtly, with long, steady thrusts that filled her to the brim at their apex. It was easier for Will to simply keep contact with Karla as he approached the trio, watching the passion in her eyes as her hips rolled and scythed below, and strong, masculine hands groped her in so many places at once.
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