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His Lover & Me

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There was a chill in the air as we got into the car, but the sun was already burning off the early morning dew, and the low lying mist seemed to give the impression that even the clouds were still sleeping in the fields.

‘It’s going to be a hot day,’ I said.

‘In more ways than one,’ he laughed, setting a whole host of butterflies into flight in my stomach.

I tried to swallow the lump that had appeared in my throat and searched through my bag for a strip of gum. I needed to occupy my mind on the mundane instead of what we were about to do. I found one solitary piece caught between the pages of my diary and tore it in half, pressing the largest half into his mouth as we traveled in comfortable silence.

I was glad of the silence. I didn’t trust myself to speak right now — worried that if he asked me whether I wanted to back out I might just have said yes, but neither of us spoke and I could only wonder if he was as nervous as I was.

I glanced at his profile as he drove. He didn’t look nervous. His mouth was curved into a half smile as he moved the wheel with one thumb and forefinger. His other hand crept across the gap between us and rested on my thigh, squeezing it affectionately; slipping his hand beneath my skirt so that his finger tips brushed against the sensitive flesh at the base of my belly. My skin fluttered beneath his soft touch and I caught my breath, trying to sift the excitement out of the fear that still churned in my belly.

I thought I was ready for this, but suddenly, the idea of sharing him with her was filling my head with jealous, negative thoughts. Sometimes I felt as if he’d coerced me into this whole threesome thing — working on me when I was at my most vulnerable — chipping away at my reluctance as his lips touched mine and whispering against my ear as his hard cock nudged against my entrance — times when I would have agreed to anything to feel him inside me — times when the lines between fantasy and reality were blurred by passion and lust.

‘You’ll love it,’ he said, as if he had read my thoughts.

I smiled back. I never could resist his smile. Even after ten years of marriage it still had the power to make my heart flutter each time he directed it solely at me. I didn’t know how I would feel if the warmth of that smile were to be bestowed upon another pretty face. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and looked out of the window, playing out an imaginary scene in my head, trying to get my mind-set right, reassuring myself that I wanted this as much as he did. I imagined I was leading her by the hand to my husband’s bed; presenting her like a birthday gift I’d picked out especially for him and I would watch as he unwrapped her and smile as he tasted her for the first time.

I hadn’t told him, but the thought of becoming a member of his harem actually excited me, and in total conflict to my growing jealousy, I secretly longed to have to compete for his affections and take my turn on his cock. It stirred a strange dormant lust buried deep in my psyche. But even so, I still had no wish to be replaced in his affections. I still wanted it to be me who he called his special girl, and me who he reached out for to cuddle in the early hours of the morning, and I couldn’t help but feel that she would come between us.

The sun was higher in the sky now, its warmth radiating through the windscreen and warmed my goose-fleshed skin.

He looked at me. ‘What’re you thinking?’ A gentle smile curved his lips.

‘I was just wondering how your cock would react to her lips.’

‘That just got me hard,’ he growled and my belly fluttered.

I reached out and grabbed his cock, reassured by the hard lump that filled my hand through the material of his shorts.

‘And I was wondering what I would see in your eyes as I ran my tongue over her dark, fat nipples.’ I said it for him. I knew it was what he wanted to hear.

‘Are you kidding? You know I’d love that.’ I could sense the excited anticipation in his voice and I knew I couldn’t pull out now. I couldn’t be the one to disappoint him.

I turned my face away and looked out of the window, afraid that he would see the doubt in my eyes, and we traveled in silence again. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other covering mine as it rested on his thigh, his thumb gently, rhythmically stroking the back of my hand. It was an absent minded gesture — one I couldn’t see him sharing with the two of us.


‘Do you want to stop for coffee?’ His voice brought me out of my thoughts.

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was 11:30. We’d be there in less than an hour. My stomach lurched. I felt dizzy and for a moment I couldn’t focus. This was silly. This was supposed to be fun — not terrifying.


We’d planned to meet for lunch in the same little beach side restaurant I’d met her in last week. I wondered if Kate was there yet, and what she was wearing, and how she had done her beautiful, long black hair. I knew that he would like to see it falling loose over her slender shoulders, her nipples peeping seductively through the dark, silken veil. I hoped she would have it tied back in a ponytail. Even though Mark had found her on an internet site and seen pictures of her, he’d never actually met her in person and I didn’t want her to make too striking a first impression on him.

At thirty seven she was five years older than me. Her olive complexion and dark hair contrasted with my fair skin and blonde hair in a way that made me think how good we would look to him — lying together amidst a crumpled white sheet — our limbs entwined, our breasts squashed together, and our thighs shimmering with his issue as he stood over us holding his spent cock in his fist — the triumphant master of his own harem.

It had been me who had driven down to meet her, and I knew how beautiful she was in real life. I was scared that he would think so too. We had ordered lunch and sat at a table on the sea front, listening to the gently lapping waves and enjoying the warmth of the Spring sun on our faces. At first the conversation had been a little stilted but then she reached across the table and touched the tips of her fingers against mine. A pulse of sexually charged electricity traveled straight to my pussy. It wasn’t that I was attracted to her, just that I knew what Mark had planned for us. You didn’t have to be bisexual to take part in this kind of thing. It was the thought of exciting Mark that turned me on — to be able to watch his cock harden as Kate and I explored each others bodies.

‘How will it feel for you to see my fingers wrapped around his cock?’ she asked.

I couldn’t answer. My heart had begun to pound in my throat. When these kind of thoughts were only in my head it was easy to control my feelings. If it scared me, all I had to do was think about something else, but when they slipped from her lips it made it difficult to avoid the reality of what we were about to embark upon and the doubts and fears that I had came flooding back.

‘Or my lips — do you think you could handle seeing my lips wrapped around his cock — and him enjoying me instead of you?’

I didn’t know what to say. I wished that he was here to hold my hand and reassure me.

‘I’m ok with it,’ I lied, trying to sound grown up and cool.

Kate seemed to sense my reluctance and backed off a little, turning her attention to me instead of Mark.

‘Maybe if we get to know each other a little better it will make it easier for both of us.’ She reached out and ran her fingers across the small of my back, stroking the flesh that was exposed above the waistband of my jeans and sending an unexpected frisson of pleasure straight to my crotch. I gasped and she moved in closer, her lips brushing against mine in a whisper of a kiss. I looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching. It wasn’t right — not without him being here. I needed him to be watching our first tentative explorations. I wanted him to hear our impassioned mews as our fingers searched out each others throbbing clits, and for him to have his cock in his hand as our limbs entwined, but I said nothing and was grateful when our lunch arrived.

She asked me questions about Mark as we ate:

‘What turns him on?’

‘He’s a breast man,’ I replied, my eyes lowering to the visible swell of Kate’s breasts over her low cut top. ‘He’ll love yours.’ I smiled. This I was used to. I had shared him with every pair of breasts he’d ever seen without a shred of jealousy.

‘Is he rough in bed? Do you like to be tied up?’

They were odd questions to ask someone you had just met and I pondered my answer for a moment. We had done those things but most of all I thought of Mark as a gentle caring lover…even when he was being rough.

‘He is gentle and loving.’ In my mind I was watching his lips traveling the length of my naked body, planting soft kisses on his journey, the whisper of his breath warming my skin, whilst his hands circled my wrists and pinned them to the bed. ‘But he can also be very forceful.’

‘Does he make you cum?’

I blushed, embarrassed at having to talk about such intimate things with a virtual stranger but she was right, it was helping to make us closer — and at the same time she was learning things about Mark that would be helpful when they did eventually meet — things that normal lovers learned along the journey of courtship.

The questions she was asking gave me the impression she was experienced at this kind of thing.

‘Have you done this before?’ It was a genuine question but also a handy ruse to get out of answering her probing question.

‘No,’ she answered quickly and for the first time since we’d met I saw uncertainty in her eyes.

She made no attempt to expand on her curt answer and I lacked the courage to press her any further.

‘So, does he make you cum, Olivia?’ She wasn’t going to give in.

‘Yes.’ I hoped my one word answer would surface but she pressed further.

‘How? What does he do for you? How does he make you feel? How does he touch you? I want to know all about him.’

I was suddenly reminded of his smile, and the way it made me feel when it shone on me alone. I didn’t want to tell her that. I was a little uncomfortable with her need to know so much about him. I’d been scared that it would be me she wanted to get to know more but now that she was showing so much interest in Mark I felt jealously protective of him.

‘I want him to make me cum like he does to you. Do you mind?’ ‘Of course not,’ I lied. I couldn’t possibly say yes, but in truth I found myself reluctant to tell her too much. I didn’t want her to get to know the man I knew and loved. He was mine and I was a little scared of allowing anyone into the private space that only the two of us occupied.

Mark and I had made some tentative ground rules. We’d agreed that Kate was to be more of an accessory in our sex life, but sitting here watching her talk and smile, and toy nervously with her hair, I was seeing the real person, and like me, she had fears and expectations, and feelings that I couldn’t trample on.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. She wasn’t a toy we could return to the cupboard once we’d satisfied our own needs. We couldn’t, as he had jokingly mentioned, keep her as our sex slave.

When he’d talked about keeping her bound and naked in a cage in the corner of our bedroom it had made my pussy throb so hard that I’d almost insisted that he did it to me. The thought of being kept under lock and key whilst she lay on my bed playing with his cock scared the hell out of me but it also excited me more than I dared to admit to anyone.


‘You’re very quiet,’ he said as I sat nursing my mug of black coffee.

‘Just a little nervous — aren’t you?’

He nodded and then smiled, and I knew he was more excited than nervous. I knew that it wouldn’t take much to get his cock hard.

I slipped one foot out of my flip flop and touched my bare toes against his leg under the table, running them up to the hem of his shorts before resting my foot against his crotch.

‘Do you think you’re good enough to please two girls?’ I teased.

‘It’s not about pleasing you. I’m expecting the two of you to go out of your way to keep me satisfied.’

I blushed and my heart skipped a beat. It turned me on something fierce when he put me in my place, and as I felt his cock grow beneath my toes, it was matched by a pleasant throb between my own legs. I wanted him right now, but he seemed keen to get there — to her.

‘We best get on.’ He stood up and drained his coffee cup.

I was dragging my feet, annoyed by his rebuff, but also starting to enjoy the heightened sense of anticipation that kept my pulse racing a little too fast, and fed the gentle throb between my legs.

He took my hand as we strolled back towards the car, our fingers entwined. He squeezed gently and we smiled at each other as if we shared an extra special secret.

The leather seat was hot against my back as I climbed back into the car.

‘Kate and I did a bit more than chat last week,’ I blurted and watched his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. He looked a little un-nerved.

‘Go on,’ he said.

I was tempted to make the details of our meeting more explicit than they’d actually been. I knew it would get him hard if I told him we’d gone to the beach and that she’d made me strip naked and forced me to suck on her nipples and finger myself in front of everyone sunbathing there. I also wanted to make sure that he went to meet her with at least the scent of my lips on his cock. I couldn’t quite shake off the feeling that he might just find her more attractive than me — or that she would be better at sex than me. It made me want to raise my game — but I told him the truth.

‘She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed her hand inside my bra,’ I whispered, my words almost drowned out by the air conditioning kicking in as he started the engine.

‘Did you like that?’ he asked. His voice was calm but I could see his growing excitement.

I wanted to tell him that it had been hot and that I’d loved the feel of her fingers as she squeezed my flesh and tweaked my nipple, but in truth, although it hadn’t exactly been unpleasant, neither had it really done anything for me. It was only the thought of him watching her hands kneading my breasts that sent a tingle running down my spine now.

I laughed a little nervously. He was staring at me — waiting for the details. I touched her breasts and she touched mine, suddenly sounded a little childish.

‘It felt good,’ I lied. ‘And she kissed me when I left.’ I blushed as I remembered the moment. ‘I’d been expecting a peck on the cheek but she caught hold of my face between her hands, and as our mouths touched she ran her tongue over my lips almost as if she was tasting me.’ I blushed, embarrassed by his undivided attention on my words.

‘That’s so fucking hot,’ he said.

‘She asked whether you would want to watch the two of us playing together or whether you wanted the two of us to just pleasure you.’

‘What did you say?’

‘I said you’d probably want both.’

‘Good girl,’ he laughed and I reached over and put my hand in his lap.

‘Mmmmmmm, I think that excited you.’ I slipped my hand inside his shorts and pulled out his hard cock. This time I refused to be brushed aside and shifted in my seat so that I could lower my head into his lap. He lifted his arm from the steering wheel to stroke my back, and a long low moan escaped from his lips as the tip of my wet tongue touched the tip of his hard cock. It was hot in my hands, his head sticky with the juice of his arousal.

I held him with one hand whilst my tongue explored his swollen head, savoring the familiar taste of him and breathing in his freshly showered scent. I wanted him all to myself. I didn’t want another girl’s lips on his cock — it was mine. He belonged to me.

As he grew in my fist I O’ed my mouth and very slowly lowered my head onto him until my lips were almost touching his crotch and I could feel the tip of his cock nudge against my tonsils. I wanted this to be a moment he wouldn’t forget in a hurry, and as I dragged my lips back up the length of his cock he murmured his approval. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth. I could hear his heavy breathing. I moved my mouth up and down the length of his erection — slowly at first, moving with the guiding thrusts of his hips, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his excitement, and then speeding up as his hand moved to the back of my head — urging me to move faster — to take him deeper, until I finally felt his cock explode onto my tongue.

I licked him clean as he continued to drive, and folded his softened cock back into his shorts in a way that only a long term married couple could. He adjusted and smiled at me.

‘Are we there yet?’ I sat up and slipped back into my seat belt.

‘I am,’ he smiled, and we settled back into a comfortable silence as he drove.

I loved these moments of intimacy when no words were needed between us, and I didn’t want Kate breaking this special bond we shared. There was a good reason why the phrase ‘three’s a crowd’ had been invented.

I could see the coastline in the distance now. Fine golden sand lined the edges of the narrowing roads and the smell of the ocean hung in the hot air. The realization that we were nearly there made my tummy lurch again, but I smiled to myself. This time, when she kissed me, she would taste him on my lips.


By the time we got there the sun was high in the sky, but the seaside resort was still quiet and very few people were using the beach-side cafe this early in the year, even though the day was unexpectedly hot and sunny.

We parked close to the shore and walked back along the esplanade towards the little red slate roofed cafe. I could feel the heat from the pavement through my flip-flops, but a gentle sea breeze was keeping the air temperature a few degrees cooler. I slipped my hand into his and he squeezed it tightly.

‘Don’t worry, It’ll be fun.’

I didn’t want to ever let go of his hand. I loved the feel of it enveloping mine — his strong grip, his reassuring squeeze and the way his fingers played with mine.

I noticed her at once, even though she was sitting with her back to us. Her hair hung loose in a shimmering veil around her shoulders and the strap of her red bra had slipped off her tanned shoulder. It was to this shoulder that Mark predictably reached out and touched, his strong fingers gently curling around her arm as he spoke.

‘Hi, Kate, It’s really good to meet you at last.’ She turned and smiled and immediately jumped up to greet us, grabbing hold of me first and pulling me into her arms as if I were an old friend.

I wondered if she could taste his cum on my lips as she kissed me, and if she’d guess where my mouth had last been…I really hoped that she could.

Then Kate turned her attention to him. She seemed a little more reserved with him, placing her hands on his bare forearms and looking up into his eyes for a long time before she spoke.

I watched his face. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at her, and I watched the hairs on his arms stand on end in reaction to her touch as they kissed. How long had it been since he’d reacted to my touch like that? But I swallowed back my envy and smiled. It was only natural that he would be excited by her — she was new to him — he was thinking about what was to come. It was me he would cuddle up in bed with tonight.

We sat down, our knees touching beneath the small round table.

‘Did you have a good journey?’ She touched his hand as she filled his glass from the bottle of wine she’d already bought.

I felt my hackles rise in response. Knowing that his cock would soon be inside her made these pleasantries seem strangely surreal. I could feel the sexual tension between them and it appeared to exclude me. They talked almost as if they knew each other well — not the words so much — it was more what they didn’t say that made it weird. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it bothered me — already I felt like an outsider in their conversation. I was being stupid; all I had to do was join in. No-one had purposely excluded me. Kate poured me wine and this time she spoke to me.

‘Are you nervous — I am?’ She placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. Why did she have to be so lovely?

I sipped my wine, watching Mark over the rim of the glass; following his gaze to where it rested on the swell of Kate’s breasts. Her large, dark nipples were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her skimpy top, and my own swelled and stiffened in response as I watched him instinctively lick his lips. And as he continued to stare, unmoved by my presence, I felt the mantle of wife steal away from me and the cloak of harem member slip effortlessly onto my shoulders. It wasn’t totally unwelcome.

I quickly realized that today I would have to work a little harder for his attention. Today I wasn’t the only person who wanted his cock. Today I had competition for his affections, but this wasn’t about fighting for him this was about learning how to share him, and the closer we got to that hotel room the faster my heart began to beat. I took a long slug of the chilled wine, hoping it would calm my fluttering nerves.

‘Are you looking forward to playing together?’

Mark was addressing us both, breaking the slightly uneasy silence that had settled between us, and Kate and I smiled at each other nervously as we watched him slip both hands beneath the table.

I felt his right hand rest on my thigh, his fingers trailing enticingly towards my pussy, and I knew that his left hand would be touching her in a similar way.

‘Take off your panties and leave them on the floor at your feet,’ he said. ‘I want the waiter to know what dirty little sluts you both are.’

Kate and I both wriggled in our seats as we tried to slip out of our panties from beneath our short skirts without drawing too much attention from the nearby diners, and as I discarded my new white briefs to the hot paving slabs beneath the table, I noticed Katy’s red ones…and their damp crotch.

‘Now open your legs, girls. I want to see just how excited you really are.’

I got the distinct feeling that he had gotten over his initial nerves and was now beginning to really enjoy himself — and why wouldn’t he? He had two girls preparing to tend to his every desire. This had always been his ultimate fantasy and for him it was all about to come true. I was slightly envious of him for that and it was also why I knew I couldn’t pull out. I was afraid that he’d never forgive me, and that he might turn to the willing Kate to console himself.

I rested one knee against his and the other against the neighboring chair, my tummy fluttering as I felt the touch of the cool sea breeze on my hot sex. It felt kind of dirty to be exposing myself in public like this and a shiver of excited anticipation ran down my spine as I waited for his touch.

His hand moved from my thigh to my cleanly shaved pussy, and his finger slipped easily between the fleshy lips of my sex. I wondered if his touch was producing the same excited tingle in her as it was in me.

‘Mmmmmmmmmmm,’ he whispered. ‘I think my sluts are both ready for me. But is it my cock that you’re looking forward to…or the thought of tasting each others pussy?’

I squirmed in my seat, a little embarrassed by his words. It was him I wanted to please, not her.

‘Here, taste my wife’s pussy.’ He pushed his finger, slick with the juices of my arousal, into Kate’s mouth, and she licked his finger without a moment’s hesitation, closing her eyes as she appeared to be savoring the flavor of me.

I felt the color rise to my cheeks as the throb between my legs grew stronger. I knew what was coming next and it scared me so much that I almost got up and ran away, but he must have sensed my fear because he grabbed hold of my hand and pushed it against his hard cock. It was a gesture of reassurance. I needed that and I loved him all the more for knowing that I needed that. I was afraid I wasn’t going to like the taste of her, and that I would spoil the day for him. I couldn’t bear the thought of being the object of his disappointment. But as he pushed the index finger of his left hand in through my lips, and I hesitantly ran my tongue over his finger, I got both the familiar taste of him and the musky flavor of her in one heady hit. It put an image in my head of me sucking his cock after it had been inside her.

‘Shall we move to the hotel?’ I whispered, a little breathlessly. It was our secret code to say that I was happy to continue, and he smiled.


We walked along the hallway in silence, the sound of our footsteps echoing loudly off the plain white walls. He unlocked the door and stood aside, letting Kate and I step inside. She went first and he rested his hand on my bottom as he followed me in.

The room was nice, with a patio door that led out onto a small paved area and looked directly out towards the ocean. Sun streamed in through the large window and onto the large double bed that occupied the center of the room. There were two fluffy white dressing gowns folded neatly on the end of it. One of us is going to have to stay naked, I thought.

He shut and locked the door behind him, and for a moment we stood staring at each other, not exactly sure what to do next.

‘Let’s shower,’ Kate said, linking her arm into mine. ‘He can watch,’ she giggled conspiratorially and looked at Mark over her shoulder.

I went to pull off my t-shirt, but Kate stopped me.

‘No, let me do that.’ She smiled as she prized the hem of my top from between my reluctant fingers and pulled it up over my head. She was a couple of inches taller than me and sometimes she made me feel almost childlike. Then her hands were behind me, unclipping my bra, slipping it off my shoulders. For a moment I felt the full weight of my breasts as they bounced free of the support of my bra before she gently cupped them in her hands. I blushed, not knowing quite where to look. Mark was watching her suck on each of my nipples in turn. I could see he was eager to join in and was glad when he stepped forward.

Mark pulled Kate’s top off, and swiftly discarded her bra. He stood behind her, his arms reaching around her slim waist to grasp both of her breasts in his hands. I looked down, watching as her nipples hardened and puckered beneath my husband’s touch, and wondered if he was enjoying her breasts more than he did mine, but when I looked up it was me he was looking at.

It felt wrong that his fingers were touching her as he gazed into my eyes, but as I watched him my body reacted as if he really were doing it to me and the ache between my legs for him only grew stronger.

Not sure what I should be doing with my own unoccupied hands, I lifted Kate’s skirt and nervously ran my trembling fingers down her soft belly towards her pussy. I had never touched another woman so intimately and was surprised how soft and velvety her sex felt beneath my trembling fingers.

It was the oddest sensation to be touching someone who had the same bits as me, and as my finger slipped easily inside her fleshy lips, my own sex began to throb in response. It was a beautiful kind of agony to be touching her in the way I longed to be touched myself and I closed my eyes as my fingers searched out the hard little bud of her clitoris.

‘Mmmmmmm.’ I heard Mark gently purr and opened my eyes to find him smiling at me. I blushed again; a little embarrassed to be caught enjoying the feel of a woman so much.

‘I’ll turn on the shower.’ Kate disentangled herself from the two of us and disappeared into the bathroom.

‘Are you ok?’ he asked a little breathlessly.

‘Yeah, you?’ I grinned back at him. I wanted him right now, before she got to touch him. I pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free, as hard as rock and longer and thicker than I’d ever seen it before.

‘You’re so fucking hard.’ I circled his throbbing girth with my fingers and slowly stroked his shaft.

‘Damn! I could cum right now,’ he whispered against my ear.

‘Then fuck me,’ I pleaded.

He looked towards the bathroom as if we should wait for Kate to return, but I walked to the bed and lay back, pulling up my skirt and opening my legs in invitation.

‘Let Kate watch.’ I ran my index finger along the length of my wet pussy. It felt weirdly primal, as if this was some kind of mating ritual and it was important for me to have him first — I needed him to plant his seed in me before he went to her.

‘I want your cock.’ I pushed a finger inside my pussy as he hurriedly shrugged off the rest of his clothes and climbed between my legs.

‘Fuck me, please. I want to feel you inside me right now.’

I took a deep breath as he guided his cock towards my entrance, and it came out as a long low moan as he slowly pushed himself deep into me. Kate appeared from the bathroom on his second stroke.

‘You started without me, you naughty people.’ She climbed onto the bed to join us, and as he bent down to suck on my left nipple, she joined him and I watched as their tongues vied for position on my breast — their lips were touching — their tongues playfully fighting and teasing my nipple — their mingled saliva glistening on my breast. Kate straddled my head, thrusting her breasts forward, taking his attention away from my nipples and onto her own and issuing orders to me.

‘Lick me. Make me cum,’ she demanded, lowering her sex onto my mouth so that I was consumed by her musky scent. I felt his cock buck inside me as Kate pushed her breasts into his face and he thrust harder and deeper into me as he suckled on her engorged nipples.

I had no choice. I couldn’t escape — nor did I really want to, so I stuck out my tongue and delved in between Kate’s soft nether lips to find her clitoris. It had grown hard and pushed its way out of its protective hood. The fat little nub felt hot beneath my tongue. I felt her shiver as I made contact and heard her moan as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive little bud, and as his thrusts quickened inside me, I pushed my tongue into her, savoring the taste of her, spurred on by her impassioned moans and whimpers and the rapid thrusts of Mark’s cock.

When he came, he came hard, spurting his seed deep and with an almost animal like grunt, muffled only by Kate’s breasts as he buried his head in her soft mounds, and for a moment we lay still, entwined together, silent, save for the tell-tale tune of our labored breathing. As he withdrew from me and moved away from the bed, Kate lowered her head and replaced his cock between my legs with her tongue, little mews escaping from her lips and vibrating against my own sex as my tongue continued to circle her clit.

I was aware of Mark walking around us. I could hear the click of his camera, and his encouraging dirty words.

‘Lick my cum out of her pussy, my slut.’

I felt her tongue licking a path towards my dripping sex and I whimpered softly, my skin fluttering and twitching under her light touch. She seemed to be moving unbearably slowly towards my throbbing clit, and the anticipation made it hard for me to catch my breath, and all the time I could hear the constant click of his camera.

‘That’s it pet,’ he encouraged. ‘Lick her out. This is what you wanted, isn’t it — my cum dripping from your slutty, red painted lips.’

I’d never heard him talk like that before. Kate’s tongue delved into my pussy, lapping at my entrance like a hungry cat, sucking his hot issue out of me as if it were nectar. And as she licked, her finger worked on my clitoris, circling it and rubbing; niggling at it until I was whimpering and writhing and wriggling around the bed and we were lost together in the throes of our joint orgasm. For a moment Mark ceased to exist in my universe as Kate brought me to the peak of orgasm and rode with me all the way to the last trickle of pleasure.

We lay replete, our fingers entwined; the silence between us no longer awkward; the air heavy with the musky scent of sex as he kissed us and ran his fingers over both of our bodies in unison and we purred in response, like contented cats. His tongue pushed its way through my lips, his fingers kneading my breast.

‘Good girl,’ he whispered before moving on to Kate. ‘You’re my filthy little slut,’ he told her as his lips explored hers and his hands strayed again to her magnificent breasts and huge dark nipples.


The shower had been forgotten but was still running. Our recent play had taken us from relative strangers to intimate friends in the short space of half an hour and now we moved as one to the steamy bathroom, giggling as we all piled into the cubicle, our bodies pressed closely together in the confined space. We soaped each other under the cascading water. I kissed his wet lips and then I kissed hers — it had been so much better than I’d imagined. Not at all sleazy nor awkward and I wasn’t at all jealous. She seemed to have slotted almost seamlessly into our sex life, but I knew he still wanted to fuck her and I was still a little apprehensive about how that would make me feel.

My hand wandered towards his cock, but Kate had got there first, her fingers were already wrapped around his shaft, pumping it back to life again as he massaged soap into, first my breasts and then hers, and he quickly discarded the soap in favor of watching Kate explore his cock.

I wanted his attention back on me so I soaped my hands and placed them on her breasts. There was something incredibly sensual about watching my slippery, soapy fingers move over her shiny, wet orbs and down over the roundness of her hips, where my fingers seemed to slip naturally between her legs, searching out her soft, pliable sex lips.

Kate released his cock and moved closer to me, pushing me back against the wall of the shower, her breasts pressed against mine as she lowered her mouth onto the upper swell of my breast and began to suck the soft skin into her mouth, lifting blood to the surface of my pale skin so that when she moved away she left behind a deep red, circular love bite. It looked both vicious and passionate — a reminder of the touch of her lips against my skin.

I did the same to her, clamping my mouth onto the top of her breast and sucking until I could taste blood in my mouth, leaving an almost identical mark on her breast.

‘Fuck, that’s hot,’ he whispered. ‘Now kneel down for me. Both of you — here, right here.’He pointed to a spot just in front of his feet and Kate and I sank to our knees in the shower tray, our arms linked, our wet faces looking up at his pulsing cock and he pumped it with his fist.

He pushed his hot swollen head in through both our lips in turn, letting us work his shaft to its full length with our lips. It was like an X rated version of pass the parcel and I wanted to be the one that got the prize. I worked my lips and tongue hard on his throbbing organ, looking up into his eyes, holding his gaze, willing him to give me what I wanted, trying desperately to tempt him back when he left my mouth empty and filled hers instead, but in the end he pulled away and shot his load over both our tits.

‘Such adorable, enthusiastic little cum sluts,’ he praised, squeezing every last drop out with his thumb and forefinger. ‘Now lick it off.’ I was first to lower my mouth onto Kate’s breasts, sticking out my tongue and lapping up his still warm, issue from her sweet tasting skin, and she quickly reciprocated, holding my breasts in her hands as she licked them clean. And all the while he was making lewd comments about our slutty behavior that sent a pulse of electricity straight between my legs.

‘Your dirty little tongues just can’t get enough of my cum, can they?’ He pushed his cock into Kate’s mouth. ‘Lick it clean, slut.’ And then he came to me, pushing it in through my lips. ‘Do you like the taste of her on my cock? Do you want to taste my cock after it’s been in this slut’s dripping wet pussy?’ I sucked her saliva off his shaft and nodded my head. I was drunk on the stench of sex.


Once dry we raided the mini bar — Kate and I wrapped up in the toweling bath robes whilst he remained happily, proudly naked. He was relaxed now and moved around with the confidence of a male lion in the midst of his adoring pride. I liked him this way — happy, confident and so very sexy. I liked being able to watch his semi aroused cock, and the way his hand constantly returned to massage it.

We threw open the patio doors and sat out on the little terrace drinking beer and eating peanuts in the sun — him laying back on a sun lounger with Kate and I at either side of him, refilling his glass, feeding him — presenting our breasts and dipping our nipples into his glass for him to lick whiskey from whenever he asked.

I took out a bottle of suntan oil I had brought with me and Kate and I massaged him with it. I started at his shoulders. She began at his feet and reached his cock before I did, but I kept my jealous thoughts at bay, rubbing coconut scented oil into his chest and watching as she wrapped her expert hand around his shaft and coaxed him back to full hardness yet again. First with her fingers and then with her tongue, teasing him, lapping at the swelling head of his cock and sucking on him in a way that had me licking my own lips and longing to join her, but when I made a move he grabbed hold of my arm and stopped me.

‘You’ve had your turn, it’s Kate’s now, and if I can’t trust you to keep your lips off my cock, then I’ll just have to restrain you.’ He grabbed the end of the belt from my robe and yanked it out. ‘Take it off,’ he ordered.

I shrugged my shoulders out of the robe and let it fall to the floor around my feet as he bound my wrists together with its toweling belt. He stood up, leaving Kate kneeling on the terrace, his hard cock still slick with her saliva, and bouncing as he walked. He pulled me down onto the bed, securing my hands to the headboard above my head.

Kate had followed us. She took off her own robe and lay down next to me, purring like a kitten and flaunting herself like a lioness on heat as she opened her legs in invitation to him. I was nothing but a helpless witness to their play. I could have closed my eyes and looked away, but I would still have been able to hear the sound of Kate’s breathless mews as my husband’s cock forged into her. I would still have been able to hear the sound of his cock thrusting into her wet pussy. So I watched.

He walked to her side of the bed and presented his cock to her willing mouth again. She sucked and whimpered as he thrust into the back of her throat, but my jealousy was overpowered by my throbbing pussy, and as my mouth began to water I licked my lips. His denial of my need for him only made me want him more.

He withdrew from her mouth and I thought he was going to climb onto the bed beside me, but instead he urged Kate to stand and bend over so that her ass was in the air and her head was between my legs. I opened them. If I couldn’t have my husband’s cock — If he was going to be fucking her — I was happy to feel a part of it in any way that I could.

He positioned himself behind her and held onto her hips. Kate let out a long sigh as Adam entered her, her exhaled breath hot against my entrance.

I closed my eyes as her tongue touched my sex, and every time he thrust, her tongue pushed a little deeper into me, her impassioned grunts and moans vibrating against my tingling skin. Then suddenly she was still again, and I opened my eyes thinking he’d cum inside her, but he was standing over me and his cock exploded onto my breasts and spilled onto my lips as he pushed it into my mouth. I could taste the muskiness of her pussy smeared along his length and I climaxed too…with his cock still pulsing against my tongue and Kate licking his cum off my breasts.


We drove home in silence. I think we were both replaying the day in our own heads. Maybe even trying to figure out where we went from here. Things hadn’t turned out as either of us had expected, but in a way, it was the way events had flowed so naturally that had made it such an amazing experience.

‘I think we were lucky to find someone as nice as Kate,’ I said, my hand moving instinctively to my breast.

‘Take your top off. I want to see it.’

I peeled off my t-shirt and he leaned over and ran his fingers over the red mark that Kate had left there. It made me shiver — both his touch and the memory of our afternoon together and what Kate had done to me.

‘Do you think we’ll meet up with her again?

I nodded.

‘I don’t know how we’re gonna be satisfied with a normal sex life ever again?’ It was a flippant remark. I hadn’t meant anything by it other than to imply that I had enjoyed our afternoon, but now that the words were out there, I began to wonder just how much truth there was in them.

The End

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