by A. S Peavey
Not when Cory was making her moan. Not when she was enjoying that other cock in her cunt, a cock that wasn’t her husband’s (and, no, Vickie’s strap-on didn’t count).
Kelsey caught sight of Vickie, now naked, in a chair, her skirt flipped up so she could masturbate to the sight of the two of them.
But, as much as Kelsey wanted Cory more than anything tonight, she didn’t not want Vickie.
“Strip. Then come over here,” Kelsey told Vickie. “Crawl under me.”
It wasn’t easy to do. Cory was fucking Kelsey doggy style, so there was at least room for Vickie to maneuver on her back, but with Kelsey’s limbs supporting her weight, the rhythm of Cory pounding her made her too distracted to lift even one limb for Vickie. It took a while for the other women snake under Kelsey and reach her cunt. Kelsey might have liked to complain, but she knew what the hold up was, and the only way to hurry Vickie’s approach would have involved getting Cory to stop.
And she couldn’t have that.
At least Vickie licked various parts of Kelsey’s body on the way. Though Kelsey finally complained when Vickie was in position, and instead of raising her head to Kelsey’s cunt, she just kissed and licked Kelsey’s thighs.
“Like my clit.”
“What?” Vickie said, pretending that she hadn’t heard what Kelsey said, because her position.
“Like my clit. Now.”
It didn’t take long once Vickie had obeyed, now that Kelsey had two lovers attending to her needs, before Kelsey orgasmed.
She collapsed onto Vickie. Her tongue flicked occasionally over Vickie’s cunt, but only because it was there. She could make no concerted effort.
Since Cory was going to take longer to recover himself and ready his cock to fuck Kelsey again, Kelsey and Vickie ended up playing together by themselves, while Vickie’s boyfriend sat back and watched. Kelsey was aware that she’d monopolized the attention of the other two, and that Vickie hadn’t even reached her own orgasm. But Vickie wouldn’t let Kelsey attend to Vickie’s cunt without returning the affection. She insisted that if Kelsey was going to make Vickie come, she would reciprocate at the same time.
“Tonight is about you. Not me. Not even about Cory.”
Well, it didn’t take long for either of them to orgasm. And then they lay face up on the bed. Joking and giggling and finally sipping on that champagne.
“What’s next?” Vickie asked her.
It was clear that Vickie would do anything for—or to—Kelsey that Kelsey wanted. But Kelsey didn’t want Vickie’s attentions. Well, she enjoyed those attentions, and didn’t want them to go away permanently. But Kelsey had received those attentions often enough, far more than she had received Cory’s. He was the center of her fantasies, for the moment.
“I…I want Cory and Omar to fuck me at the same time.”
She’d never been with two men at a time. She’d simultaneously fucked a woman and a man plenty over the last few months—with Kelsey and Omar—but never two men.
She should have been content to wait, and she would have, if Vickie had pointed out the obvious flaw, that he was taking care of Rose by himself; he couldn’t come out to the hotel. It would have been easier to go back to the bar to seduce a stranger if she wanted two men at once.
But Vickie stood and went over to her bag, pulling out her phone. She called Omar, talked for a minute, and then came back toward the bed.
“I don’t get to talk to him?”
Vickie shook her head. “But he said yes.”
Kelsey wasn’t really in a position to argue. Hell, she needed help becoming presentable enough to head home. Between the sexual exhaustion, the exhaustion of having a two-month-old baby, and the alcohol, Vickie and Cory needed to help back into her dress.
She probably wasn’t as presentable as she had been when she arrived. But she didn’t care.
They eventually got her back into the car Vickie had rented; Vickie acted as chauffeur while Cory and Kelsey sat in the back.
And it was a good thing the car had tinted windows. Cory and Kelsey kissed for a little while, but Kelsey was more interested in leaning over and unzipping his pants, pushing them down just far enough to fish his cock back out, kissing him and licking him. She wasn’t really giving him a blowjob so much as enjoying the feeling of him near and inside her mouth.
“What are you two doing? Shouldn’t you be saving Cory’s strength?”
“I just want to get him ready.”
It was a ludicrous suggestion. He was more than ready. He was hard enough that it had been hard to get his cock out of his pants. But at least Kelsey wasn’t licking him steadily, bobbing her head on him enough to actually make him orgasm—especially not after his first orgasm. She was really just doing it because she wanted him in her mouth. She didn’t want any interruption in this evening’s sex, even if the most she could have right now was a little light foreplay.
Kelsey wasn’t the first one out of the car. She was still moving slowly, and she needed to help Cory cover up. Vickie got out first, so she had knocked at the door, and Omar had just opened, when Kelsey finished negotiating the walkway.
Omar hugged Vickie quickly, but then held his wife longer. Kelsey was glad to see his wide smile. She was even happier to feel his cock poking at her through her dress.
“How was it?” Omar asked.
“You ask that like a normal question,” Kelsey whispered back. “Like you’re not asking after your wife’s experience naked with other people.”
Omar flushed. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“How was my night? It was as good as your cock is hard.” She could feel his cock trying to grow even further as if that could make Kelsey’s night even better.
But she didn’t get to embrace her husband for long. Kelsey’s innuendo convinced Omar to usher everyone in. Rose was asleep—at least for the moment. But they couldn’t trust her to stay asleep, so Vickie would stay dressed, she would only watch, while paying attention to Rose via the baby monitor.
Omar had set up their bedroom, pulling back the covers, getting the pillows out of the way. He’d set up a few candles (they didn’t have nearly as many on hand though) and a bottle of wine (not champagne).
Kelsey didn’t waste time with any of that. She looked over at Vickie, thinking about asking her to help out with getting everyone stripped. But Vickie needed to stay out of the process for the moment. So she told Cory to strip himself while she took care of her husband, savoring each moment, even if he wasn’t dressed up like the rest of them. She smiled when his cock popped out at her.
In a minute she had two naked men to attend to her, and she had all her clothes on. Or close enough, since she hadn’t bothered putting her underwear back on just so she could take it off. She just needed to be presentable—and then only from a distance and after dark. In retrospect, she should have put everything back on, so her two naked men could have stripped her completely.
For the moment though, she, enjoyed their kisses, their hands on the outside of her dress, their hard cocks pressed into her—her husband’s in front of her, and Cory’s from behind. She would have to either retire this dress or take it to the dry cleaners with multiple embarrassing stains. But she didn’t care either way right now.
Vickie was giggling at the sight, but when Kelsey looked over, the two shared a smile, while Kelsey gave the men brief hand jobs.
Then, finally, Kelsey had her two men strip her. But she told them to take it slow, to gradually strip her inch by inch. And to kiss her inch by inch, as they stripped her. She enjoyed the micro-pleasures, the feeling of two mouths, two tongues on her flesh, even though Cory and Omar ignored her erogenous zones (as she wanted them to do). By the time they had lifted the hem of her dress up to her shoulders and were kissing the top of her back and her torso, respectively, she wanted them to hurry up. Though she appreciated when they threw off her dress and shifted their positions, so they could kiss her face, suck on her ears, nibble on her neck, both at
the same time.
“What now, honey?” Omar finally asked.
“Fuck me. Both of you.” There was no other answer her wet pussy would allow her to give.
“How,” Cory asked.
It would have been easier with just one man. If she got in the bed the answer would present itself quickly, a position necessary to enter her would be obvious. But she had two men. She wanted both of them in her, in some part of her, at the same time.
So Kelsey turned to Vickie. “How do you like them to fuck you?”
“Do you like anal?”
“No,” Omar said.
“Yes,” Kelsey said at the same time.
“But…” Omar began.
“I don’t get off on it. That’s why I never let you fuck my ass. But if Cory was in my pussy, then, sure.”
“Oh…” Omar moaned.
Vickie coached them, getting them into a good position. It was an operation, and one that Vickie was called away from—Kelsey didn’t even notice Rose calling through the baby monitor until Vickie left. When she noticed, her instincts nearly pulled her away. But by then she was on top of Cory, his cock in her pussy, and her husband was about to enter her ass.
So she let Vickie handle the baby. And she started rocking on Vickie’s boyfriend, once, twice, three times. Then she reached back and exposed her ass, so Omar knew to enter.
And…
“Oh, god!”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. More. Deeper.”
Vickie had to remind herself how to do this, to relax, so she wouldn’t fight against her husband’s cock. But when he was in he filled her up. She’d never realized how good it felt to be so full, especially with Cory filling her pussy, and moreover with his cock pressing into all the nerve ends in her vagina, and her clitoris against his body.
Omar slowly started moving in and out, while Cory just waited, trying to be patient, though he clearly wanted to do more than just have his cock sit inside Kelsey. He wanted to feel her moving. But he let Kelsey be the guide.
Though it was nice to have her moaning into his face.
And once Omar was moving in a slow but steady rhythm, once Kelsey was used to him moving in and out of her ass, she started moving, taking some of the initiative, letting Omar know how fast she wanted to go—still slow—but more importantly moving on Cory.
She wanted to feel Cory as much as she wanted to feel her husband. Part of her wanted her husband in her pussy so she could face him as she got stuffed.
But that all could come later.
Now there was just the sensation. She hardly noticed who she was facing, who she was kissing, who was kissing her, where she was being kissed. For the most part she only noticed building sensations, more and more assaulting her brain, too much to do anything but present a jumble of feelings.
Vickie returned from Rose, gave a thumbs up to say everything was alright. But she didn’t stop there. She smiled, and she walked over so she could give Kelsey a peck on the lips.
Kelsey grabbed Vickie by the neck when she tried to leave. She pulled her back in, and started kissing Vickie with tongue and lips.
That was exactly what she needed to make herself come. When Kelsey’s orgasm arrived, she arched back, toward her husband, her muscles taut, though her hands gripped Cory’s body. She felt Cory orgasming, and then Omar spilled his seed into her ass.
Kelsey collapsed onto Cory, and Omar collapsed onto Kelsey. It was uncomfortable, they had to roll over, and rolling over the two cocks fell out of her. They would have to work on that.
But they would work on that, wouldn’t they? This was the first time, not the last. There would be more opportunities to fuck Omar and Cory at the same time. There would be opportunities to fuck Omar and yet another man at the same times, or maybe Cory and a third man.
There would be lots of combinations, lots of opportunities to get better at rolling over to cuddle after orgasm, with two men slowly softening inside her.
But tonight had been a good night, and she just wanted to cuddle her husband and fall asleep. She would have gladly cuddled Cory and Vickie at the same time, even if their bed would be tight for four people side by side, but she had to settle for a kiss from each of them before they left.
A kiss, and the words: “Next time.”
Other Works by A.S. Peavey
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The Wolf, Seductive Burglar appears in:
The Wolf Escapes
Service to the Nation
Art Lovers
Apprentice
Little Death
Behind the Vault Door
Love and Theft
Hikers’ Honeymoon, a new serialized novel:
Hikers’ Honeymoon: Voyeurs (Part 1)
Hikers’ Honeymoon: Exhibitionists (Part 2)
Hikers’ Honeymoon: Proposition (Part 3)
Hikers’ Honeymoon: Jealousy (Part 4)
Also Available:
Manual Drive
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About the Author
A.S. Peavey is branching out from micro caption-based Erotica (which you can check out on Tumblr), to explore the world of longer form stories and novels, and is excited by the opportunities offered to expand on those shorter stories, and grasp what tugs at the libido. Peavey lives along the Rocky Mountains, going out to hike and bike when time and the weather allow.
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