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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My first offering to the forum of stories, this is true and happened quite some years ago in my early 20’s.
Anna was 5’4” and was a curvy size 14 (bottom), with shoulder length straight brown hair. Her body was like a Renaissance nude, with smaller pert breasts and full hips and bottom.
To set the scene, I was living with my Anna (my girlfriend of the time) and we were both 20, I was more sexually experienced than her, by that I mean tried a number of different things in my late teens; multiple partners threesomes, swapping, parties etc. Anna was experienced but not in this kind of thing. The closest thing she came to swinging was her and a friend having sex with 2 guys in a hotel after a night out where they swapped guys in the course of the night.
Ever since Anne had revealed this act of the soft swap in the hotel, I had become slightly fixated at the idea of leading her across the threshold into something like a threesome with another man or a girl.
I raised the subject one day and was firmly told that she would not share me with another woman, but would consider another man. I admitted that the story she told me had aroused me greatly and that I would like to take that experience to a new level and actually introduce another man into the equation. She was reluctant and citied body insecurities.
The subject was brought up from time to time but nothing came of it and I was starting to lose hope of realising this.
Anyway one Friday night, we were at our local pub, karaoke night and mingling with the same bunch of people as we usually do. Everything was as it should be, drinks, chat, a bit of murderous singing.
In the middle of a conversation, with another girl, I noticed that Anne had started kissing a young lad called Carl. He was about 18 and not bad a looking chap but not amazing. I was a little shocked to say the least as it wasn’t very discrete. However I sensed there may be more to this, so I didn’t say anything, I just watched. Anne looked over and smiled, it was a cheeky grin so I was a little relieved.
For the remainder of the night the two of them basically hang around each other, it wasn’t subtle and I was avoiding looks from our mutual friends that something may be awry.
As time was called we began bundled into a hastily called taxi and left. Together.
Anne and Carl sat in the back and continued the heavy petting and kissing, whilst I spoke to taxi driver. Behind the standard patter I was a little confused and unnerved by these turn of events. I hadn’t quite pictured the situation panning out the way that it had, going from being a more dominant figure to a submissive cuckold. This was not the way I wanted it. However I was torn between feelings of resuming control and actually realising a fantasy threesome. Let it play out was my conclusion.
We got back to our flat and Anne wasted no time in putting on some RnB music and organising some more drinks. As she was out of the room Carl leaned over and said “are you alright with this mate?” I must admit my first impulse was to tell him ‘I wasn’t his mate!’ as I only knew him enough to say hello and pass pleasantries. The priority of this potential threesome happening overrode my initial reaction. “Of course” I replied, “I’m letting her drive”.
Anne came back with drinks and enquired to know what Carl and I were discussing. I bluntly responded “to see which one of us is going to fuck you first”, trying to wrestle back some control to sate my bruised ego. Anne took a moment to survey the situation and said “that’s up to me! there are no guarantees for either of you”. To which she tugged Carl from the sofa and began to grind against him in time with the music.
I watched as Anne danced and kissed Carl more, watched as he put his hands all over her big bum and squeeze it. Not with any degree of sensuality just rough groping. I was clearly losing the control of situation, not that it mattered in hindsight but my dominant sexual personality was little shook to say the least. But oddly enough it felt a bit thrilling to see someone more submissive in the bedroom taking a more leading role here and now. Equally I had envisaged something a bit softer, but it looked like nice sex was out and this was going to be raw.
Anne turned round and pressed her ‘booty’ into Carl’s groin and making sounds of appreciation against his erection that was bulging from his pants. Carl had brought his hands up and was groping her pert small boobs whilst they cavorted. Then the moment came, when the Rubicon was crossed, Anne removed her top and bra.
Anne stood there with her boobs on display and Carl stroked and groped the bare flesh with his hands. Anne motioned me to her and pulled me in to kiss her, whilst being sandwiched between Carl and I. She whispered, “Eat me”. I had never heard say that before; she was getting rawer than I have ever seen her. So I began to compliantly remove her jeans and she kicked her legs out and began kissing up her leg, going higher and higher. At mid thigh I turned the kiss to a lick and followed it all the way up till I was greeted her very moist pussy.
I plunged my tongue into her warm and wet pussy, tasting her arousal, licking at her throbbing clit. Anne moaned and wriggled as I knelt by her like some kind of submissive, eating her pussy. After a few uneasy moments of balance she motioned me to stop. She sank to her knees and looked at my bulging boxer shorts and fished out my rock hard cock and began to suck it. Now Anne could suck, she had an amazing technique, but I sensed a more aggressive, rawer approach. This bitch is well up for it I thought. Carl at this point had produced his own equally impressive erection, slightly longer but with less girth than me, and Anne without so much as blinker of her eye began wanking him as she sucked me.
Then she stopped and turned her head towards Carl’s cock and I just waited. She opened her mouth and turned her gaze towards Carl, it was almost like watching in slow motion, her tongue connected with the underside of his helmet as Anne used it to guide his cock into her mouth. I watched intently as the inches entered her mouth until she firmly clamped her lips around it, then began to release those inches covered in saliva, unsheathing it from her mouth like a sword from a scabbard, before plunging back down again. It was amazing.
Anne worked his cock as he placed his hand on the side of her head, motioning for her to take more. Normally speaking Anne would normally slap my hand away, but not this time, this time she was allowing it. Anne came back to me and I thought I might try something similar, as she sucked me. I grabbed her hair in a light tug and moved her gaze upwards so I could see her sucking my cock like a little porn star. Anne initially allowed me to do this but shortly after moved my hand from her head.
I could sense there was some sort of power game going on here and that in exchange of giving me my fantasy, she should assume the control and allow Carl to have more of a way with her. You got it baby, but at what cost?
Suddenly Anne pushed me towards the sofa and literally jumped on my rock hard cock and began riding, while trying to wank and suck Carl. This was proving difficult due to the bouncing so Anne focused on riding me and came in very close as her orgasm began to build. “Remember I love you, it’s you I always want” Anne said very quietly as she rode me, repeating it a few times seeking my acknowledgement. “I know” I said “but tonight love is out, it’s all about fucking!”
Anne began her climax and said through almost gritted teeth “it better be”..... |
