I extricated myself up off of Jim's prick, collapsing in a heaving, sweaty pile beside him, and Irene, promptly adding her exhausted form to the pile, the three of us laughing, shivering in the afterglow, pulling the covers up over ourselves to keep in warmth, and continuing to twist and to tangle around in one another as we made out like animals for some time longer.
Chapter 5
We ended up having sex a total of three times that night, once all was said and done. And then the next night. And the next night. And the next night...
It wasn't until Thursday night that, at last, almost shockingly, Derrick confronted me about my countless fun times with Jim and Irene, saying that he couldn't deal with it any more, breaking his silence and revealing to me what it was that had been on his mind for weeks now, but that had simply been mine to guess at until just this moment.
I was just a little bit speechless at his protest.
“God... Baby, I... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way, but... But I thought we were in agreement about doing this? I thought you wanted to do it, that you liked it? I know the Smiths have kind of been keeping me to themselves for the week, but... But, well, it is just one week...”
“I know that... I know... It's just... I don't know, I guess... Sometimes, I really do like our arrangement... We have a lot of fun, and I'll admit that. And, part of me really enjoys it. But, at the same time, it's just hard for me... Not to, you know... End up getting jealous, incensed, really, at the idea of you being with another man. It's not so bad, I guess, when it's you with a girl... Or, even, if it's me and you and a third guy... I mean, sometimes it still stings but... Well, I mean, it's different for me, when there's a guy involved. I get to experience that side of myself that I wouldn't get to otherwise. And I can be more understanding when it's you, and another girl, because it seems like the same thing. A woman can offer you things that a man can't... But... When it's just you, and some other man... I don't know... I just worry too much that I'm not satisfying you, or that I could lose you, I guess...”
“Oh, babe...”
I felt really, really shitty about things at this point, realizing that I may have just been a bit selfish in how I approached certain things, and I brought him into my arms, squeezing him for dear life and kissing those perfect lips of his, lips that I knew I could never live without.
“You know I could never go on without you... I promise you that... No one, male or female, is ever going to steal you away from me... I may like to have fun with other people, the same as you do, but none of that matters without you in the picture... I swear to God, I mean that from the bottom of my heart... But if you really, deeply feel like it needs to stop... Then I'll stop...”
He was silent for a moment, but then sighed, very heavily, shuddering as he did so. “No... I... I realize maybe I'm being just a little bit selfish too... You shouldn't stop having fun just because of me... I'm being an asshole.”
“What? No, no, of course you're not!”
“I am... I don't blame you... If I were in your position and had a chance to have as much fun as it seems like you are with the Smiths, I would be doing it too... You should just keep doing what you're doing- fuck my insecurities, I'll get over myself.”
I could tell, deep down, he was really, really jealous about this, and I looked long and hard at him, trying to think of a solution to the underlying problem.
“Let me talk to the Smiths about this later,” I said. “Let's see if we can't figure out a bit more equitable of an arrangement...” And at that, I kissed him on the mouth, and turned to go to our bedroom, needing to be by myself as I figured out just what it was I would say to Jim and Irene.
It wasn't an easy sell, not by any means.
When I told the two of them about my conundrum with my husband, Irene seemed to get on board pretty quickly with my proposition- letting Derrick join in our nighttime escapades- but Jim was a bit more hesitant to give the two of us the go ahead.
At first he seemed as though he was horrified at the idea, losing all of his usual cool and refusing outright to even consider sharing a bed with another man. But as I persisted in my discussion of the idea, I began to chip away at his hesitance, realizing as I did so that, beneath the surface, there was a very bicurious Jim who, secretly, had long been eager as hell to experience the delicate touch of a fellow male but had been too proud, or too masculine, or something along those dumb lines to allow himself to indulge those most burning and eager of urges.
But as it turned out, as was quickly evident upon my receiving of the go-ahead, Jim made for a far more passionate gay lover than he might ever have expected of himself.
Before any of us knew it, the collective now boarding in the upstairs bedroom of our B and B was a rare foursome, two male, two female, a collection of mostly naked bodies clad only in underwear, our combined weight so heavy that it seemed a reasonable possibility that the bed might collapse beneath our weight.
Jim, most of all, seemed a little uncertain of things as we sat there waiting for things to get underway, though I could tell by looking at his groin that he was sporting a long, hard, thick erection.
Ira and I decided to get things started for the group, seeing as how no one else seemed willing to take that initiative, and we leaned in toward one another, proceeding, much as we had before, to kiss, to grope, to touch one another, the straps of our lingerie quickly slipping out of place, our palms sliding across one another, feeling, touching, squeezing, the two of us quickly breaking into whimpers, moans, cries of the utmost pleasure, and my instant arousal at her touch a wholly real, unfabricated emotion.
Jim and Derrick, up above, turned to look at one another, smiling at one another as though to confirm how lucky they each were to have wives like the two of us, not to mention lives like the ones they had, where the each just had the luxury of watching the women they loved kiss other girls on a routine basis.
On the men's end, then, it was Derrick who broke the ice, the first of the two of them to make himself vulnerable, by cautiously, though enthusiastically, sliding his hand into his boxers, pulling out his erect penis into the open, and beginning to stroke himself, pumping his shaft to the sight of Irene and I licking one another's tits. This, in turned seemed to give Jim some sort of license to let loose to an extent, sighing heavily as though in relief at Derrick going first, his inhibitions now liberated, giving him permission to join in the fun as he so dearly desired beneath the surface.
He pulled out his cock, and began to wank himself vigorously to the sight of Irene and I loving so passionately. He stroked himself hard, firm, fast, pumping quicker and quicker and quicker, harder and harder and harder, actually pummeling himself with the force of his blows as he grew more and more excited but all the while, not daring to even venture a peek in the general direction of my simultaneously naked husband beside him. And then, suddenly, he froze in place, startled, nerves on edge-
Derrick had reached over softly and placed his hand on Jim's cock, lightly stroking his shaft, staring into his eyes, until at last Jim was all but obligated to return the look. Jim swallowed hard as my husband slowly wanked him and for a moment he looked as though he might just pass out from anxiety. But then, all of the sudden, he gave in, collapsing beneath the weight of his desire, as he dove headlong into Derrick's arms, and the two of them began to kiss passionately.
Irene and I had to pull away from one another at the sight of our husbands making out, sweet as it was and excruciatingly beautiful to behold, the two of us playing with one another's pussies as their mouths and tongues and hands slid all the fuck over one another.
Jim groaned as Derrick kissed him tenderly on the neck, continuing to clutch a vicious handful of his cock and scrotum as he did so, working him up into a frenzy, getting his hands all sticky with the fluids of his pre-ejaculate as he did so. Then, God help him, Derrick stooped his head down into Jim's lap, parting his jaws wide and commencing to suck on his fat, hard cock. God it was wonderful to watch, his compres
sed cheeks making him appear skull-like as he stabbed his own throat with the man, grunting, groaning, bobbing his neck repeatedly, smothering himself in Jim's lap, and getting me so fucking turned on in that moment that Irene's finger banging got me squealing like a whore with pleasure.
The two of us decided to join in on the men's fun and before long the four of us had oriented our bodies into a sweet, agonizing daisy chain of exchanged oral sex. Derrick's lips remained melted around Jim's cock, sucking happily away, while Jim proceeded to eat out his wife, rolling his tongue around inside her. Irene, in turn, ate me out as I sucked my husband off and each of us proved a valuable part of this writhing, burning circuit of intense sexual pleasure.
Irene and I ended up cumming, hard as hell and with surprising quickness, at least in comparison to our men- I suppose we did have something of a head start.
Therefore, we decided to recede into the background as our men continued to play with one another, the action quickly escalating until the next thing we knew, Derrick was slipping on a condom and Jim was bending over for him, spreading his ass wide open on his hands and knees. We hadn't wholly believed that the two of them would get quite this intimate with one another, but we sure as hell didn't mind...
We watched, slack jawed and horny as Derrick slipped his sheathed cock up deep, tight, into Jim's tight butthole, mounting him, inserting every splendid inch of us his immense anatomy into his subordinate's tightest, darkest depths. Jim groaned wildly as my husband squeezed remainder of himself inside- he was a butt virgin after all and though he seemed to struggle at first to completely contain my man's lubed up cock, a smile spread wide across his lips when at last Derrick hit his sweet spot and he was left shuddering, clawing at the sheets, at the glorious feeling of having taken in his whole immensity.
Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Irene then climbed up on top of me, and began to ride me in turn, her pussy grinding up against my own as she swayed and danced on me, her breasts jiggling beautifully with the lascivious winding of her movements, working up quite an agonizing sweat in me, making me burn for her, and my entire body beginning to tremble wickedly beneath her thrusting weight.
Derrick, beside us, was really starting to fuck Jim, smashing his ass with every brutal thrust he took with his hungry pelvis, delving deeper and deeper into his prey's tight butt with every passing stroke, and Jim, in response, was moaning like hell at the top of his lungs.
My husband delivered a final, smashing blow up inside him, holding himself in place, and I could tell from his shaking that he was beginning to ejaculate inside the condom. Jim, too, seemed to lose all control in that moment, quivering with prostate orgasm, and staining our comforter with his sperm as he poured himself all over the place- a mess, for sure, but in my present state of sexual abandon, I really couldn't have given a fuck either way.
Derrick withdrew himself and slipped off the condom, his wang dripping with fluids and becoming quickly semi-flaccid after having been drained. The four of us were, at this point, halfway exhausted, needing to recuperate our strength, and so we spent the next few minutes simply kissing, groping, giggling, trying to work back up into a state of utmost arousal before we got on with our bedroom escapades.
And when at last we did, it turned out that I was the one who was the object of all three individuals' affections...
Call it a reward if you like, as though the men wished to thank me wholeheartedly (not to mention whole-shaftedly) for bringing them together. But whatever their motives, I experienced my first ever double penetration on their behalf, something I had craved for a considerable period of time, but had never before had the simultaneous bravery and opportunity to experience.
I guess this was a day of firsts for more than one of us, at any rate...
The two men's cocks felt absolutely wonderful inside me, stretching me out tremendously, filling me up with such splendid sensations that it brought tear of the utmost joy to my eyes. Jim slid inside me from beneath, his arms reaching up and his hands on my tits as he fucked me, while Derrick penetrated me on top, his position allowing him far more room for thrusting, his scrotum slapping fiercely up against Jim's as the two of them fucked me and the devastating moans slipping freely from my throat leaving no room for doubt as to the pleasure that the two of them wrought writhing my body.
It felt absolutely glorious... Their long, hot, wet shafts grinding up against each other inside my tight, throbbing pussy, pounding, pounding, pounding me into submission as they smashed my sensitized cunt to a pulp, and Irene's hands, all the while, feeling absolutely exquisite as she rubbed them all over my overstuffed body, kissing me on the lips as the men fucked me, and my pleasure receptors overloaded to the brim as the bed nearly collapsed to the floor from all the damn rocking.
And at last, a final, devastating smash, as both men hurled themselves as deep into my pussy as they could possibly reach, digging into such sweet and uncharted territory that it was practically mind boggling, and sending me ringing like mad with sensations.
They began to ejaculate almost simultaneously, pulse after pulse after pulse of their hot, molten cum drenching my insides, not to mention one another's still thrusting cocks and I was filled up with so much love, so much overwhelming sensation, that I began to see stars as the sensations shuddered to a climax.
Orgasm destroyed me, coursing through my anatomy in intense, devastating waves, causing every nerve to tense, then burst, my body lighting up like a damn firework and the damage so blissfully intense that I honestly believe I may have blacked out for a moment by the time it was all over.
And such were the perks of running my delightfully perverted Bread and Breakfast...
The four of us continued to enjoy this special breakfast package of ours long into the night and repeatedly through to the end of the Smiths' stay, exhausting ourselves and each experience proving progressively sweeter than the last. It was sad to finally see them go, but as we waved goodbye and they prepared to drive off, they promised us, with kisses on the mouth, that they would be absolutely certain to stop in for a stay again sometime very, very soon.
My husband and I were already counting down the days...
THE END
Hot For Teacher
Chapter 1
God, what a long, harrowing day. At long, long last, around seven o'clock or so in the evening, I found myself collapsing back in my desk chair, head throbbing and vision blurring, trying to see straight as I reached up and shut off my computer, thinking sadly that it would be scarcely twelve hours before I was right back at the office again, rebooting the damn thing, day in and day out.
It was just too much for me to consider.
Once the screen had faded to black, I couldn't help myself, couldn't force myself to do anything more, and I found myself closing my eyes, head tilted toward the ceiling, and fingers pinching tight around the bridge of my nose, as though somehow this might aid me in reducing the migraine that was threatening to smash into me like an oncoming train.
It seemed like no matter how hard I worked, no matter for how damn long I stayed over at the office typing away and developing eye strain and carpel tunnel at my desk, I was always just barely keeping up with the pace at which I truly needed to be, and in fact I tended to be several paces behind the mark of where I really wanted.
What was worse, even though I should have been feeling an immense degree of relief that I could finally drag my ass to the car and head for home after one of the worst days of my career, I felt more trepidation than anything, and for a reason that I felt ashamed as hell in myself to even admit.
As horrible as it sounded, I didn't want to go home and have to deal with my family. I just didn't. My headache intensified as I thought more and more about the prospect of doing so, as did my guilt, and the guilt, conversely, worsened the headache in turn.
I could just picture it, coming through the door and my eight year old racing for me, screaming, wanting to tell me everything that had gone on during her day at s
chool. And Christ, I should have wanted to hear what was happening in her life. This should be my entire reason for living, and knowing how she was progressing should have thrilled the hell out of me, my little pride and joy growing up and developing the way that kids are supposed to, and excited about it, no less.
I loved her to death, of course. I would have done anything for her, as evident by my late hours at the office and my dedication to a job that I was truly beginning to hate. I mean hell, if it had just been me I was providing for, I would have been out of this awful place in a heartbeat, the blink of an eye, on to greener pastures and a job that didn't make it seem impossible for me to drag my ass out of bed every day to get up and face it.
God help me, even the thought of hearing her voice tonight made me cringe, and I wondered what the hell was wrong with me as a mother. When my head felt like it did, her innocent angel's voice could seem like the shrillest, most agonizing sound in the world, and once my migraines got past a certain level, it made it really hard for me to get any sleep afterward.
And then there was my husband... God, some nights facing him could be even worse. He worked hard for our family, I knew, but when he came home he was just so damn lazy. Completely lacking in emotional investment, unwilling to do even the bare minimum to even try to help keep up with things around the house. Maybe I would have understood it a little bit more if he was the sole provider of the household, and I was a stay-at-home mom instead of a working one. But in actuality, I worked as hard as he did, and in fact harder, most nights, and so I couldn't figure out where the hell he got the nerve to go on thinking that all the chores around the house were my responsibility and mine alone.
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