I shivered as the cool air mixed with the wetness of my breast, before the hot mouth descended again, lips and tongue sucking softly, then harder, then softly again. I felt and heard the vibration of my zipper being undone, the release of my jeans button, and the thick hand sliding between skin and denim as Enrique found my wet pussy ready for him. I writhed slowly on his hand, shifting my hips so he could slide his fingers deeper inside my pussy.
Donna licked up from the top of my breast, releasing my tormented nipple from her tight mouth. She sucked on my neck as Enrique watched, his fingers still buried deep in my pussy as I rode them, his fingertips twitching occasionally, teasing my g-spot as he watched his wife lick, suck and nip at my neck, jaw, and lips. I watched her eyes as she gazed at me. “I can’t wait to watch Enrique fuck you…” she whispered, causing me to shiver.
“Fuck, baby,” Enrique growled, “you just made her wetter.” He pulled his fingers free of my pussy, much to my whimpering disappointment, only to offer them to Donna’s parted and waiting lips. I watched, entranced as her perfect mouth cleaned his fingers free of my arousal, making me feel even hornier than I already was.
They both turned to look at me.
“Look, she’s so flushed––she wants you so badly, my love,” Donna purred, her hand returning to my breast to pluck and twist my nipple gently in her manicured fingers.
“Hmm… yes, she does. Does she taste as sweet as you thought?” he asked, and Donna smiled.
“Sweeter, and just as delightful.” She sighed, leaning down to kiss my lips, her tongue swiping over mine. The car pulled into the underground parking garage beneath the building that they––we––called home.
I zipped my pants up and fixed my bra and shirt, before Enrique opened the door and, like the gentleman he was, helped both Donna and myself out. We walked to the elevator in silence, the sexual tension buzzing around us like a hive of bees. As soon as the doors of the lift closed, and Donna had swiped her key past the reader, ensuring we were express to the penthouse, Enrique was on me. Donna slid in behind and ran her hands over my shoulders, fingers catching the material of my shirt and exposing my lacy bra again. The material of my sleeve trapped my arms as Donna’s kisses touched my shoulders and Enrique’s hands again unfastened my jeans and slid them down my legs. He pushed my knees apart and hefted me in his strong arms, hands underneath my bare ass. I felt Donna’s hands slide down my back and over his hands, her fingertips dancing between his spread fingers to slip over the warm, soft flesh of my ass, brushing my wet and aroused pussy lips before I heard her undoing Enrique’s pants. I was on birth control, provided by Enrique, and I had seen the documents claiming he was clean. My own were on file, as we had six-month medicals at the office for our health insurance policies.
I felt her fumble with his pants, then I felt it, the hot, hardness of his cock as Donna slid it up and down through my dripping folds. I moaned, leaning my head back against her shoulder. “Soon, sweet one,” she crooned to me, teasing me with the head of his cock until the elevator doors opened and he carried me, his cock bobbing against my entrance with each step he took until Donna opened the door and we entered the penthouse.
Chapter Six
I was gently placed on the bed, Enrique’s beautiful cock dripping and glistening with my arousal as he stripped his clothes and stood naked before me. Donna undressed and sat down in a comfy chair, relaxing with one leg over an armrest, her fingers sliding playfully through her own pussy lips. The smell of arousal was thick in the air. I watched as Enrique pumped his cock a few times before his hands reached for my clothes. His hands tore my top, splitting it down the front, before he reached for my bra, being gentler with the Victoria’s Secret undergarment.
He quickly stripped me until I lay naked on the bed for his hungry gaze to devour. Behind him, I spotted Donna, her naked body, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy while a hand played with the fullness of her breasts and nipples. Enrique’s hot mouth latched on to one of my own as one of his hands pumped his thick cock hard and fast. I gasped as I felt his teeth graze the sensitive nub before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard, pulling his head away and dragging the flesh of my breast with him until it stretched to a point where he released it, allowing it to snap back against my chest.
“Oh, Lydia, I’ve fantasised about fucking you for months, ever since the Christmas party. And Donna suggested you might be a good fit for us…” he said, his voice husky with desire.
He reached down between us and pushed my legs apart, exposing me to his gaze. I looked between us: his cock wept with pre-cum.
“How do you want it, sweetheart?” he asked me, moving his hips down until his cock slid against my lips. “Hard, fast, rough…?” I gasped, and at the last word, he lined up and thrust hard inside me.
“Hard, fast and rough. I can do that, quite easily,” he growled with a sexy grin on his lips. I cried out as he began to pump hard inside me, his thrusts jostling my body, making my breasts shake with the force of his thrusts. His hips slammed against mine, his balls hitting my ass, and my wetness between us making a beautiful accompaniment to his grunts and growls, and the moans of Donna as she finger-fucked herself in time to her husband’s powerful thrusts inside me. I felt my body’s response to the fierce fucking Enrique was giving me. It was so fucking good, I wanted him harder, deeper inside me.
And I wanted something else too…
“I want… I want...” I panted with each thrust.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Enrique grunted.
“I want to taste Donna while you fuck me,” I said, feeling particularly brave.
“Donna, baby, get your sweet cunt over here, and sit on our girl’s face.” Donna’s warm, sweet scent was over my face within seconds. I could smell the muskiness of her sex, feel the warmth of her body and taste her in the air as she slowly lowered her pussy down over my mouth. Enrique slowed his thrusts as Donna lowered herself over me. I gingerly poked my tongue out, finding her own pussy lips and the heady, sensual taste of another woman. I knew what I liked, and I experimented with her, sliding my tongue over her lips, touching the tip to the tight bundle of nerves at the peak of her pussy. Her clit was hard and warm against my tongue, her arousal wet against my lips and chin where it had dripped down over me. I moaned softly as Enrique’s cock twitched.
“Fuck, this is hot,” I heard him mumble as he began to thrust again hard and fast, just as I’d requested.
Feeling adventurous, I slid my tongue down to Donna’s slit, pressing it inside until she enveloped my questing organ with her sweet warmth. I slowly worked my tongue inside her, fucking her with it until I felt her squirming above me. She gripped the pillows at either side of my head as she moaned hard, and I felt her vaginal walls tighten around my tongue. I knew she was coming as she leaned forward over me, I felt her rise up and looked down at her flush and swollen lips, realising that Enrique had leaned down and was licking her ass, sliding his tongue over the tight pucker hole. I leaned up and gave her sweet pussy one last lick as Enrique’s tongue left her ass.
Donna turned around and stood above me, feet either side of my torso. Enrique reached up and pulled her pussy to his face, where he feasted on her while he continued to thrust inside me, his movements becoming more excited, His free hand reached down between us to rub a thumb hard against my clit until I felt my body tense and the overflow of sensation tipped me over the edge of all reason, and I screamed out my climax as he pumped his seed inside me with a guttural cry. Donna’s voice joined ours in a beautiful chorus of satisfaction.
As my lovers collapsed on the bed beside me, I sighed with contentment. Donna’s naked body pressed against my front, Enrique behind me, spooning. Again, I had never felt as safe, as loved, by any of my previous boyfriends as I had with Enrique and Donna Cortez. Enrique was still deep inside me when I fell asleep,
I woke the next morning to find my lovers gone, but the shower running and soft moans of passion drifting out through
the partly opened door that led into the en suite bathroom. Needing to pee, I slid past the open door, catching a glimpse of Donna’s breasts and the side of her face pressed against the glass as Enrique took her from behind in the shower.
I had been worried about the proposal, that Enrique might set her aside for me––that was never something I wanted. I didn’t want to be that kind of woman, though the thought occurred to me, as to why they had wanted a third in their relationship. Of course, I’d heard of ménages, read about them in some of the erotic novels on my Kindle, and had even used those books to fuel my masturbation fantasies, but I never thought for a minute that I’d be enjoying a stable, sexual relationship with a married couple.
I’d always been involved with one other person, never two at the same time. This was new, and exciting territory for me, and as I found myself in the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee, I found myself becoming comfortable with the situation––more comfortable than I first thought I would be. It wasn’t awkward, and I believed that Enrique was more than happy that I asked Donna to join us last night.
It seemed Donna was too, for her arms slid around my middle, pressing against the silk of my slip. Her lips pressed against my neck and she whispered, “Thank you, Lydia, for last night. It was beyond anything I could have hoped for when we asked you to be Enrique’s lover.”
I turned and faced her. She looked at me with such adoration, it made me feel warm, loved. Her eyes sparkled with desire, her hair was still damp from the shower and there was a smattering of droplets still over her collarbone that I wanted to lick clean. Inside my chest, I felt it, the first stirrings of love. “Donna, I…” I was interrupted by Enrique’s entrance. He stood, handsome as ever, his hair still damp from his shower. Fingers nimbly buttoning up his dress shirt and a tie draped between thumb and forefinger. Donna left me to fix his tie.
“How are my girls this morning?” he asked, kissing Donna once she had finished with his tie, before moving to me and taking me in his arms. His mouth descended on mine, kissing me with as much fervour as he had his wife. “Sore? Tired?”
“Strangely energetic,” I admitted with a sly smile.
“Good. Well, I’ll see you both at the office,” he said, caressing my cheek, then his wife’s as he passed her.
“We’ll see you soon.” Donna smiled.
“I’ll be busy with meetings this morning, but we can meet up for lunch?” he suggested.
“Perfect. We’ll be there.” Donna smiled, pulling me beside her in a one-armed hug.
Enrique smiled and blew us both a kiss.
Chapter Seven
The workday was quite busy, and all morning Enrique had rushed from one meeting to another, looking flustered. Donna and I went downstairs to a local café and got lunch for all of us and by the time we headed back up to the top floor where their offices were, Enrique was finished and waiting.
“You look exhausted,” Donna said, placing his sandwich in front of him. “You must be hungry.”
He smirked, his eyes going from Donna to me. “I am hungry, but not for food.” He gestured for me to come to him. I placed my still-wrapped sandwich on the coffee table, and Donna placed her own beside it. “Lock the door, baby,” Enrique said, unbuckling his belt. He pressed the intercom on his phone. “Ava, no calls … no disturbances,” he ordered the receptionist. I stood in front of him, his large desk at my back.
“Yes, Mr Cortez,” came Ava’s reply. As soon as Donna had locked the door, Enrique reached up and took my face in his hands. His lips devoured mine, his passion hot and heavy as his tongue stroked against mine and his body pressed against me, his hard erection pressing against my pencil-skirt. I heard the soft thud of Donna’s heels as she made her way back to us over the plush carpet. Her hand took a hold of the zip at the back of my skirt and unzipped me. Enrique pulled me away from the desk, letting my skirt drop to the floor. He pulled his lips from mine, and I moaned a little at the loss. He chuckled, his hands caressing my face before they slid down to my blouse, and buttons were swiftly undone. The blouse was discarded, followed swiftly by my bra, leaving me in just my panties, which Donna took care of with a pair of scissors.
I was now naked in Enrique’s office. He watched me with hungry eyes, the city skyline behind him, visible through the large windows that made up one wall of his office. Donna’s hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him as he undid his shirt, his tie hanging undone already. He pulled his shirt free of his arms, twisting to lay it over the back of his seat. He paused, Donna’s hand still stroking his cock, then reached for his tie and pulled it free of the collar. He turned, looking at the silk tie in his hands before he looked up at me. “Do you trust me, Lydia?” he asked me. I nodded, feeling exposed, but safe.
“Yes, I do, Enrique. I trust you both.” I looked over his shoulder to where Donna watched, eyes dark with her desire.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” Enrique said, his voice husky. I did as he asked, my back taking in the heat of his body, and clasped my hands behind my back. I shivered as I felt him slide the silk tie over my body. It caressed my skin, tightening in a loop around my breasts in a figure-eight before it slid around my throat. I swallowed at the sensation, the feel of it tight for a split second before it unravelled, continuing its guided tour of my body. He ran the silky material over my stomach and between my legs, the slick of my arousal dampening the silk and darkening the material with my wetness. I shivered at the sensation as the tie drew my arousal over my body, up over my hips and back to my breasts, petering out as he drew it up over my shoulders and down my arms where he tied my hands together. The tie was not tight, but solid around my wrists.
“All right? Not too tight?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear.
I nodded. “It’s fine,” I said. He kissed me on my bare shoulder, his tongue sliding over the skin, tasting me. “I’d like to blindfold you as well, to heighten the experience. Are you okay with that?”
“I’ve never…” I swallowed thickly, my body tingling with the illicit thoughts running through my head. “I’ve never done that before, or been tied up.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assured me. “We can stop this at any time. You just need to let me know if you’re uncomfortable with any of this, and we stop.”
“I’m okay,” I assured him. “Let’s do it.”
“Good girl.” I could hear the prideful smile in his voice. “Donna, baby, can you get my spare tie from the bathroom, please?” I turned my had and watched Donna walk to the bathroom. While Enrique had teased and bound me, she had stripped herself of her clothes and stood naked but for her heels, just as I did. I shivered as Enrique’s hands caressed my breasts while Donna retrieved another silk tie. Enrique turned me to face her. Donna leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine in a sweet, reassuring kiss.
“You’ll be okay,” she promised me, seeing I was a little nervous at this new kind of play. I nodded and closed my eyes, letting her place the silk tie over them, her hands quick as she tied the knot at the back of my head, the ends dangling over my shoulders, one near the top of my breast, the soft silk cool against my feverish skin.
I was turned back to my original position, facing the desk. Enrique’s strong hands were atop my shoulders, urging me to bend over. Cold, glass-covered wood met warm breasts and I gasped. The chill of the glass top brought my nipples to full attention as Enrique ran his dripping cockhead over my ass before he dipped it down and rubbed between my legs, spreading me until my own dripping arousal covered his thick shaft. Behind me he moaned, his fingers gripping the base as he masturbated slowly, while also rubbing the length of his cock that was not encased in his hand against my dripping sex. I felt his hands slide over my hips, shifting me up so I stood on the tips of my toes.
I was given little warning before he aligned himself with my slick entrance and slammed himself deep inside me. I whimpered, my mouth quickly occupied with the soft, supple lips
of Donna as she caught every whimper, every moan, and every ecstatic cry as Enrique pumped into me, hard and fast. He moaned softly behind me, his hands gripping my hips hard until he pulled me back into his lap, his own body falling into his office chair. I felt him swing us around, the warmth of the early afternoon sunlight on my naked body as it shone through the treated windows. I knew no-one could see us in our illicit lunchtime activities, but the excitement that bore the thought that we were fucking in front of an open window made me wetter, to which Enrique groaned behind me and pumped his hips upward, making me whimper when his cock hit my G-spot.
Donna’s warm hands caressed my thighs, and though I couldn’t see her, I could feel her moving between my legs, spreading them more. Opened up as I was for her, I felt her breath against my wetness before her tongue licked around my lips, passing from one side, over Enrique’s cock, which was still deeply seated inside me, and over to the other side of my pussy. Enrique and I both moaned at the ministrations of her wicked tongue. I felt movement beneath us, a manicured finger, unmistakably Donna’s trailed down over my pussy and to Enrique’s cock, her hand moving over his tightening sack as he began to pump his hips, thrusting upwards, fucking me harder as his wife licked and sucked at my clit. My climax built until it hit hard and fast, Enrique’s hot cum blasting into me, his hand over my mouth, muffling my screams of ecstasy as both he and Donna brought me pleasure. I shattered on his cock, and with her mouth licking the tight little bud between my legs I was done, satiated, well and truly fucked. I felt Enrique untie my blindfold, and then my hands.
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