This is what happens too, for a little while, but David seems to have other plans. His presence at the top of my thigh is becoming ever more evident, and he lifts my right thigh for just a second, long enough to place his solid shaft right against the entrance to my pussy. My lips are folded around his solidity and it was as if I was placing a gentle kiss right on his gland. It was very pleasant, but perhaps not the plan I’d had at that particular moment. Well… I hope he goes gently with me at least. His hands began to wake up too. Whereas he was simply holding me, David’s now kneading and rubbing my breasts, circling around my nipples, and squeezing softly. His left arm has slid under me, and his hand wrapped right round to my inner thigh. All of this is happening slowly, and silently, without any rush. Has body pressed against my back now, spoons-style. I’m still concussed and disoriented, and only partly aware of what’s going on, but I understand enough. This is our 366th day as man and wife. Day one of year two. How could I refuse him? I decide I’m going to let myself fall slightly forwards, just enough to mean that by separating my thighs, I could give his left hand access to where it wanted to go. My stiff muscles protest, but I persevere and push my right leg forward, and just as planned, his fingers make their way, gently stroking, straight to the warm and still sleepy lips between my thighs. But before his fingers are able to begin their gentle up-and-down stroking to try and lure out the moisture hiding inside me, another surprise awaits me. My leg brushes up against something. Someone. Right there in front of me. My toes had connected with someone’s leg. I keep it still just for a moment, suddenly seriously confused. Frozen, invisible in the darkness. It’s someone’s leg, I’m sure of it. Their thigh, and it was hairy, so definitely a guy. Who the fuck is here with me and David? Where are we anyway?
The house was full last night, and it was no surprise that people are everywhere, so close to us. And just as I’m beginning to enjoy David’s fingers, now dipping tentatively between my outer lips, the big question hits me.
Or… is that David?
I haven’t actually checked. For the last 4 years, I’ve woken up everyday next to David. I hadn’t really considered that it may not be him. What the fuck should I do? My head is too clouded to think. All I know is that if David is behind me, then all’s fine. If David’s in front of me… Then I’ve got a stranger between my legs and a real problem on my hands. As all of this is running through my mind the David behind me plunges two fingers about half way into my now wet and open hole. It’s enough to make me let out a short gasp… just a little peep “oh!” but it produces stirs from the David in front of me. I hear him move very slightly, I think turning towards me. The absence of light in the room is still so absolute, no-one can see a thing. How can I find out if it’s him? All I know is that I cannot let these two guys know that the other exists.
The fingers stirring inside me are too much to resist, I can’t fight the sensations off. I don’t have the strength, and my head is too messed up. The pleasure keeps building up inside me despite myself. After a short time, at his advance, I let the fingers be replaced by his cock, immediately shocked at my decision, letting myself be taken from behind by someone I possibly didn’t even know. As it slides into my depth, I try to feel if anything about it was really ‘unique.’ I find nothing especially ‘David-esque’ from what I can feel inside me. The size feels right, the girth is filling me as usual, but I’m too wasted to really know. I’m amazed. Over four years of making love to the same man, and I still can’t tell for sure if it’s him inside me. Perhaps it’s the slightly heavier breathing, or perhaps something in the atmosphere, created by our intercourse and only perceivable by the subconscious mind that makes the man in front of me start to stir. He’s moving a little, and I suspect he’s close to waking up. SHIT!! If that’s David, I’m fucked! The situation is terrifying, but strangely I’m also immensely turned on by the whole thing. This must be what it feels like to be naughty. I’d never really been naughty before. I’d always kind of envied girls who were more uninhibited than me. Years telling David that I was perfectly happy and fulfilled, but I’m human too. Why have I always suppressed my ideas of threesomes, fucking strangers, wild screaming sex? I know this isn’t may not be right, but I didn’t look for this situation. I’d never cheated on David and suddenly here I am, as hot and horny as hell with an “unidentified fucking object” inside me, and a naked potential stranger in front of me. The humour of it all strikes me and makes me giggle silently to myself… I must still be quite drunk.
Then a thought crosses my mind. Left ear... left ear… David has a stud in his left ear. But, the David behind me is lying on his left ear. No help. My only choice… Almost unable to believe that I’m really doing it, I reach out towards the body in front.
My hand falls on flesh. I don’t know what it is. Straight away I realise I’ve just made life a great deal harder for myself. Am I really planning on just roaming my hand all over his body until I finally find his ear? STUPID COW! No turning back now. I sweep my hand from side to side and it falls flat on his face. STUPID FUCKING COW! If he wasn’t slightly awake before, he sure as hell is now! If I hadn’t been drunk, in pitch black and so fucking horny that I can’t think of anything except the huge steel cock in my pussy, I would be handling this far better. He wriggles, and I find his ear. YES!!… a little stud. Great! I’ve found him…This satisfaction lasts about three very long and very stupid seconds. Suddenly the realisation hits me. I froze briefly, but the pumping in my cunt just keeps on going, and the sensations of panic almost immediately subside and give in to rushes of pleasure and thrill. And if I stop the guy behind me, he’s gonna make a noise about it, and wake up David, and it’ll be pretty hard to explain that situation. I tell myself there’s no other option, I’ll carry on.
But as soon as he registers my hand on his face, and presumably understands what it is, the David in front of turns to face me. Oh fuck! Please don’t come too close!! I’m really starting to enjoy the hard shaft that was running deep into me from behind, my head too sore to really tally up the fact that it wasn’t David, but still feeling so damn great. My body is beginning to feel those same familiar convulsions. My mind is going wild… But, as David is finding consciousness, he wants his morning cuddle. Hoping he doesn’t wake up is much too risky now. He’s close, he’s getting closer. He’s just in front of me. I feel his breath on my face, and he kisses me. I can tell he’s not really awake, just on autopilot. Just like me, four years of routine have created strong habits. He lies right in front of me, mumbles a faint murmur and puts his hand on my face, just like I’d done to him. There is now no more than one half a metre between the stranger behind me, fucking me, and my half asleep husband, just enough space for me to lie between them both, torn between terror and growing ecstasy. The risk at this point is incredible. I can’t tell whether its fear or erotic pleasure that’s causing my heart to beat so fast, but either way, the adrenaline rush is exhilarating. I’m literally dripping between the legs now. Every stroke into my burning loins is rolling my eyes and lust is getting the better of my judgment. I return David’s kiss, desperate to express some of the sexual energy welling up inside me. Now I know I’ve got his attention. God, how fucking stupid am I? But I just can’t help myself. This may be a once in a lifetime opportunity. I absolutely have to keep my husband at arm’s length, without seeming suspicious, and see only one way to do it. Holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this! I go for it.
Pretending to be in search of deeper penetration, I grab the hands of the man spooning me, clamp them to my waist and bend right over forwards. Unintentionally, but not regrettably, I find the deeper penetration that I was looking for as well, sending electric shocks through my whole being and my first orgasm is full-steam-ahead. I place my hands on David’s hips in front of me, ensuring he wouldn’t move around and take his unexpectant cock between my lips. As the tsunami of my orgasm crashes over me, having my mouth full actually helps me to keep quiet. The soft and tender organ in my grasp reacts qu
ickly but his hangover is clearly preventing his brain from really getting involved, so he stays more or less silent. At this stage I’m not even really thinking anymore though. The pounding from behind is still strong and deep, and I’m loving it… and the shaft in my mouth, David’s great big cock, hardens to near full mast. I’ve got to make both of these guys believe that they’re the sole focus of all my attention at that very moment. I run my tongue solidly around the bell and into the ridge on David’s cock. Still completely blind, as were we all, thank God, I hold his shaft with one hand, pumping short jerks and lavishing the head with my lips and tongue. Then another painful thought enters my mind…
Lots of guys have a pierced ear. Why was I so sure this is David?
The brief sense of security I’d felt, believing that I’d worked this whole puzzle out ended abruptly and I just can’t find the mental clarity I need to weigh it up. The cock running into my mouth, tasting of luscious silky precum, and the rock hard presence filling my cunt oh-so-beautifully, combine into a torrent of twisted and forbidden pleasure. God, what was I thinking? All it took was one silly ear stud for me to be completely willing to suck this guy’s dick? I can’t decide if I’m proud or ashamed. Too late to worry now anyway.
My second orgasm is rising hard inside me, heating my lower stomach, my body submitting to the trembling, rumbling, earthquake of feeling erupting within me. So incredibly surreal and erotic is the scene, I try to visualise it from outside. I imagine both these men are David – I just don’t care who they are any more. Maybe neither of them are David. My tortured, alcohol poisoned and lust enchanted mind has given up asking. A burst of ecstasy overtakes me, making me shake and break out into a fierce sweat. The whole thing feels like surfing on the cusp between huge risk and insane, indescribable pleasure. I’ve never felt so naughty, and with every little lick of the shaft in my mouth and each time I feel that huge cock force against the very deepest parts of my cunt, I feel like a sordid, sexy seductress, playing with my prey. This is the most magical moment of my life and I feel so alive. It really is an amazing high, but nothing can last forever.
I walk the pirate's plank of my final orgasm as the David behind me grips my waist hard, pulls me firmly against him, ramming and jamming himself inside my stretched and soaking pussy and begins to release his cum into me. I’m sure he has no idea that he’s already given me three orgasms. The feeling’s too much for me and I hit the plateau one last time and hard. It takes all my strength to fight the urge to scream “OOOHHH FUUCCK YES!!!!!” All I can do is clamp harder down onto the penis in my hand. Ramming it right down my throat, tightening my mouth around it and struggling to let no sound escape. I force my mouth right down to the base of his cock and I grab his balls with my hand, keeping on sucking hard and using my hands to the best effect possible. A few little jerks with my fingers again and I can feel him trembling and shaking, desperate to shoot into my mouth. I deep throat him once more. As the penis behind me begins to relax and soften inside me, the one in my mouth explodes a fountain of hot creamy sperm straight into my throat. I let a sigh out, knowing that both parties would think it was for them, and that I could relax. I seem to be the only one of us who has really been drawn out of the drug and alcohol enhanced trance we had occupied, and after the release of orgasm, both of my David’s drift sweetly back to sleep.
My two David’s. In my mind nothing about the idea shocked. I have done no wrong and will allow myself no guilt. I’ve fucked my husband. Twice. Both of them. Both of him. At the same time. In my alcohol-pickled-and-sex-soaked-brain, this makes all the sense in the world. I lie still, a wave of complete harmony and relaxation rolling over me, naked, sexy, and full of sperm between these two gods of sex, each one oblivious to the other, and a flaccid, now sticky and floppy penis in each hand. Bliss. Today, I wake up a new woman, transformed into a naughty, sex goddess temptress. A memory I’ll treasure forever. I lay still for perhaps 15 minutes, perhaps 2 hours. My mind drops in and out of consciousness, until I decide to get up. I need to move, embrace reality, and my full bladder needs relief! I leave my two husbands and crawl, my body stinging me with pain, until I find a wall. I turn right and follow it hoping to find a door or a lightswitch. No, not a lightswitch. I catch myself just in time. I could be so stupid sometimes. I sneak out the door and the light felt like it could burn my eyes out of their sockets.
A few seconds to adjust to the light and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets in amazement.
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