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By *ntnCleo OP Couple
over a year ago
Dortmund (Germany) might travel! |
Hi all, not posted here in a long while. CLike most of you no doubt, Cleo and I have had a fascinating journey in this scene to date. It's taken a lot to get here. As a bit of an amateur writer I (and sometimes Cleo) have documented some of our adventures in short stories; partly to understand how it was for each of us; also so we don't forget; to perhaps help others; and to entertain with aspirations to publish the journey one day. Not all are 100% true - some mix fantasy and reality.
Here is a particularly fun chapter, and is completely true, at least from my (Ant's) perspective.
If you read it and decide you want the Jul experience, you'll find him in our veri's. (; If you want the Cleo experience...here we are.
Sorry about the formatting on Fab - it's not great for long pieces. Hope you enjoy. Love feedback if you do.
The Debauched Adventures of Ant and Cleo – Chapter Jul
Cleo is unpredictable. It’s something I love about her, but it also makes our experimental sex life impossible to plan. I can only create opportunities, then wait to see what happens on the day.
When Cleo is horny, she seems up for most anything. She will take the lead, researching whatever sexual scenario it is that we are considering, and will work herself into a frenzy of horniness that has no other outlet except me!. Lucky me! She will completely wear me out. I have a fairly steady sex drive – twice daily is about right for me – which she usually complains is ridiculous. But when Cleo is uberhorny, within 3 or 4 days I’m a wreck, crawling towards the bedroom door just trying to escape for maybe a glass of water or a brief respite, as she drags me back into the sack by my foot. She wants her life to become sex. She wants to become a professional sex toy tester. She wants to open a swingers’ club. She wants to work in a swingers’ resort. She wants to become an escort. She flirts with potential fucks. She wants huge cocks. She wants multiple cocks. She wants pussies. She wants me to fuck women. She wants me to fuck men. She hasn’t mentioned the equine species yet but I’m sure she would probably be up for that also! She often surprises me as to how far she claims she would like to go. Sometimes I can see that her fantasy is an absolute no-go – ever, never – knowing that when her horniness wears off, she will be frozen with regret.
At other times, Cleo is the most prudish woman you could meet. Sex is a dirty topic. Porn is disgusting. Masturbating is perverted. Sex toys are sick. I am a depraved sex fanatic. And she is adamant that she never wants to have sex with a man other than me for the rest of her life. “Stop trying to find me hot guys with huge cocks to fuck! You’re a pervert.”
Oops.
You can imagine that these extremes make planning a variable and experimental sex life with my luscious wife quite challenging, not to mention frustrating! So, I plod along, ignoring her current mood, and try to create opportunities that can act as a “rapid reaction force” should she suddenly decide she wants to fuck an entire football team.
The first time we met Jul, it was completely against her will. She was down on sex in general. She was definitely down on bringing someone else into our sex life. Jul is a guy we had connected with on the Fabswingers’ forum, and the three of us had some rather dirty sexting at various times in a group chat. Last I recall, we were both going to dress as cowboys and fuck Cleo over the pool table! Now we were heading to London for a weekend, and I wanted to arrange to meet him.
A month earlier, it might have been fine. Cleo was horny and teasing and flirty. But now that we were actually going to be in the position to do something about it, she was well entrenched in prude-mode. Also, her womanly time of the month had come on, which made her even grumpier.
We were flying in to London on the Friday and out on the Monday morning. I had arranged for us to meet with an extremely hot guy named Mike on the Friday night, whom Cleo had clearly found desirable and had flirted with intermittently, depending upon her mood. And on the Sunday evening, I had arranged to meet with Jul for a drink. Well, Cleo was in such a mood that Mike picked up on the vibes and, demonstrating the sort of genuine sensitivity that you want to find in a man who you are bringing into your relationship, he told me candidly that he didn’t think it was a good idea. I agreed. So, Friday night was cancelled.
Sunday was not looking good either.
Cleo was annoyed all weekend at the thought of meeting Jul, and I knew she would hold it against me for some time to come. But also knowing how unpredictable she is, I passively insisted we keep the date, and that we could meet just for a drink and nothing more. There really were “no expectations”.
There was a lot of grumbling on the Sunday as we headed to the pub to meet him. Despite that, I noticed that Cleo had taken extra care with her appearance, and her gorgeous breasts were nearly bursting through her jumper. That combined with her slim waist and gorgeous ass, the cold weather attire was unable to conceal her sensual figure. She was looking stunning.
Jul was a surprise to me – I’m not sure what Cleo thought. (I could ask I guess!) He was very handsome, with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and a neat goatee beard on his square jaw, but this we knew from the photos. He had an easy smile, and a wicked glint in his eyes. What we did not realise, was how short he would be! In photos he was clearly well proportioned, (except, as we were to find, in one department!) but of course you cannot gauge how tall someone is from a photo. I was expecting him to be about my height, so the expectation probably made him appear even shorter than he was. My reaction was “he’s tiny!” Perhaps 5’ 7” and slim. I’m 6’ 2” and very square shoulders, so I towered over him. I thought I could probably pin him to my lapel as a living, talking brooch. Not that it mattered as Cleo’s seductive curves don’t rise much more than 5 feet from the ground, so they were probably well matched. And he was charming, friendly and chatty and quickly put Cleo at ease; as an added bonus he had a very sexy French accent. The pub was quite full, so we agreed to look for a less busy one. Jul knew one and led the way.
The walk there was quite awkward. Jul probably didn’t realise quite how much he was the third wheel, and I was eager to try and protect him from any discomfort. But he remained chatty and Cleo behaved herself and responded.
We found a pub overlooking the Thames and settled down to a table for some serious talking – and Jul is a conversationalist. In his sexy accent he talked about all sorts of things – his architecture, his French heritage that he seemed to dislike so much, photography, and his sexual experiences in swingers’ clubs fucking random women. It was interesting and engaging and Cleo visibly relaxed – and even started to enjoy herself. I could see that. She loved his accent, telling him she didn’t care what he talked about, but just that he should keep talking! She was smiling and laughing, looking incredibly alluring, and occasionally Jul would stroke her forearm gently where it lay on the table, and she didn’t withdraw. We were drinking, Jul was not, and the more lubricated we became, the more Cleo relaxed and enjoyed herself.
Jul is a senior black belt in Judo, which forms an integral part of his life and has since he was a child. He clearly had a very fit body under that black shirt, which we knew anyway from the pics. He was telling us about his love of Judo, and it was when he described the principle of using your opponent’s strength, moving in an interlocked unison with him, a sort of entwined dance of opposing muscle and sinew and sweat, and how redirecting that movement in a certain manner gives you the advantage, that suddenly I realised Cleo had rocketed to “horny” mode.
In seconds.
From prude, an hour back – angry prude actually – to “where’s the football team???”
As Jul tried to explain the principles of Judo, demonstrating with his interlocked hands pivoting in front of him, Cleo shoved her fist in her mouth and bit hard. Oh my. That was a sign.
There was no point keeping this quiet.
“Oh my God! You’re horny aren’t you?” I said to her.
I turned to Jul.
“Jul, your talk about Judo is turning her on.”
She just laughed and nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
I don’t think we stayed much longer than that. I asked if she wanted to fuck us both. Did she want to take Jul back to our hotel? Jul just looked on and awaited the answer with a smile.
“Yes!” she said, head nodding frantically.
I thought it only fair to mention to Jul that Cleo was at the end of her period, so it could be a little messy, but the mere fact that Cleo had agreed she wanted him suggested to me that she must be through the worst of it. Jul, probably already hard, said of course he didn’t mind at all!
“Alright, let’s go.”
It was a nervous moment. We all got up from our chairs, trying to stay calm, and I went to pay the bill. Then coats and we were off. I think we all wanted to sprint!
I asked Cleo later what went through her mind at that moment that made her so horny and agree to fucking a stranger. She said that she was sitting there, looking at the two of us, and thinking that here are these two hot guys, and the only thing between her and being fucked by the two of us was the word “yes!”
Fortunately, the hotel was not far. We talked on the way, but it was chit chat. The big decision had been made – Cleo wanted to receive Jul’s cock into her pussy, and in the face of that decision, everything else seemed trivial. I am sure that delectable little pussy of hers was moistening up nicely in preparation, long before we got to the hotel.
When we arrived, Cleo asked us to stay in the hotel bar so she could prepare. I was not sure what she had in mind, so Jul and I stayed chatting in the bar for a few minutes then headed up.
I cannot tell you how nervous I was as we approached the door. I knocked and called to let her know that it was us through the door, then unlocked it and we entered.
Poor Cleo! She told me later, she had been intending to put on some sexy lingerie, but after a quick bit of attention to her womanly area we had arrived too soon! So, she was there, not in her sexy lingerie with a seductive smile on her face, but only wearing a short shirt that she hadn’t yet managed to remove and nothing at all below! Not how she had wanted to receive us.
It didn’t matter. She looked incredibly sexy anyway. Even moreso in her embarrassment. To put her at ease I whipped my clothes off, as did Jul, while she removed her shirt and climbed on to the bed. We joined her there. Jul still had his boxer shorts on, but the hang of the cotton was disrupted by a significant bulge!
We both removed our underwear and I didn’t look at Jul. But in the semi-darkness Cleo was not holding back. She reached a hand towards each of our cocks and latched on. I was incredibly nervous and uncomfortable, so wasn’t yet hard – something I was very self-conscious of. But when Cleo wrapped her little hand around Jul’s bulging erection, she wasn’t prepared for what she found.
I know her well. Therefore, the funny little squeal she emitted told me that she was both shocked at the size of the swollen cock that she held in her hand, and suffering from a mixture of fear and excitement. It didn’t make sense to me – how could such a little guy have such a huge package? Perhaps all his growth had been directed into one area, neglecting the rest of him. Whatever the explanation he was both very long and very thick, and her hand could hardly close around it. She stroked us both for a short time, then asked how we were to start.
It is a strange thing. I had awaited something like this so long, and had been so permanently hard every time I thought or talked about it, but when it came to the moment it was all too much. I had never been with another naked man before, and was worried whether I could relax enough to join in. All this worry rendered me embarrassingly useless – performance anxiety I think it is called. Meanwhile Jul had something as hard and tall as the Statue of Liberty between his legs, and Cleo was relishing the feel of it in her hand. But it wasn’t such a problem from my perspective. This was what it was all about; for me the entire experience was about Cleo enjoying herself, and in truth I was irrelevant to the fantasy. It was about Cleo enjoying another man, safely and guilt-free.
I assisted by squirting lubricant on Jul’s swollen cock, which Cleo then spread along the length of his shaft with long strokes. I’m guessing the feel of it in her hands had her urgent.
“Right, where do you want me?” she asked me. That was quick!
We had fantasised about double vaginal penetration or double penetration – pussy and butt. So the obvious answer was to prepare for that.
“Jul on his back and you on top of him,” I said.
Cleo didn’t waste a moment. Presumably she was eager to try her first massive cock! She couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me later – she had been very d*unk so it was understandable that she didn’t remember at all well – but her actions at the time betrayed her desperate desire to feel that huge thing stretching her. Alcohol had washed away her fears, and there was only desire. And I cannot blame her for that; were I a woman, I would desire precisely the same experience.
Jul lay back and Cleo’s gorgeous body straddled him, her hands between her legs positioning his swollen member at the entrance to what must have been a very wet pussy by this stage; then she eased herself down on to him. She was facing him, which surprised me as she had said that if ever we were in such a scenario she would want to face me, but I think she was so keen to have him inside her that she didn’t think about such fine details at the time. It also explains why I cannot remember the expression on her face as the largest cock she has ever experienced slid into her – or to be more correct she impaled herself upon it. That is a shame, as I would have liked to commit it to memory. But it did mean that she had intimate eye contact with Jul, and her long blonde hair fell about her face like a private curtain, so she didn’t need to feel self-conscious about her expression betraying how good it felt, and I have often imagined the appreciative looks she must have given him for his remarkable beast as she eased herself down upon it. She referred to it later in her written verification of Jul as “the nicest and biggest French baguette I have ever encountered!”
I had a great view. I was behind her, and Cleo’s amazing ass was spread before me, her shapely legs either side of Jul’s body. I could see the thick base of his cock appearing as she rose, then disappearing as she crucified herself completely upon it. I could only imagine how deep that large head was buried in her tiny wet pussy, how it must have felt stretching out her previously virgin and deepest folds, and what secret quivering places it was opening within her. My cock was still not playing, but I was enjoying the experience nonetheless. As she sunk back upon him with a groan, I pushed down firmly upon her hips to ensure that Jul’s engorged member stretched her as much as she could handle. She told me later that she didn’t realise it was me pushing down on her, but had thought Jul was pulling her hard onto himself.
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. It was not very long. She had his cock inside her for perhaps an hour, maybe less. At some stage she rolled over on to her back and Jul settled down both on and in her. This was the best position for penetration, and she could appreciate the full size of him. That is an image I have fixed in my head; Cleo on her back, her legs wrapped high around Jul, her hands resting delicately on his arms or shoulders, his long hair like a veil that enclosed the two of them in a private room of intimate ecstasy. Despite the pleasure, however, this intimacy was against Cleo’s natural disposition, which is perhaps why it is still uncomfortable for her to recall. But not for me. It is such an incredibly horny memory, remembering how she was so overwhelmed by carnal bliss that she could not hide her affection or avoid displaying tenderness.
Even so, I think that despite the intoxication and the undeniable pleasure, she was still nervous in herself, and had been unable to relax enough to orgasm. As she lay on her back Jul, suspending himself above her on his muscular arms, his own face framed in his unleashed long hair, fucked her steadily and strongly, alternating between slow, deep strokes, then pumping away with an energy that left her breathless and gasping. Her brows and forehead were furrowed and her mouth slack as he fucked her, and I lay beside her whispering reassuring words in her ear, gently kissing her, telling her it was ok to cum.
Finally, I could see her building to orgasm. I will never forget it. The first time she orgasmed on another man’s cock while she kissed me. Knowing where she was, I put my mouth on hers and tasted her loss of control as she was overwhelmed by the experience. I could feel her grimace on my mouth as her pussy started to spasm on Jul’s cock and, in that moment, she became a hotwife.
After that release she was both exhausted and slightly uncomfortable. She was probably feeling guilty for having enjoyed him so much – too much pleasure she saw as a betrayal. But as I reassured her again and again afterwards, there is nothing to dislike about orgasming on a monstrous penis, and that had been the purpose of the meet. However, at the time she felt suddenly awkward, giving me a look as if to say “that’s enough.” To be honest, it was enough for me also. It was the first encounter quite like that, and was hugely successful considering! But I wanted my wife back as well.
I expressed this to Jul immediately. He was fantastic. He must have been aching to erupt inside her, but without hesitation he withdrew out of her and gave her some gentle kisses, then proceed to dress. Cleo remained on her back, naked, welcoming, looking so enticing. But she was clearly exhausted -probably emotionally more than physically. It had been a huge step. Jul came to give her a tender kiss goodbye and she responded, wrapping a languid arm around his neck as she kissed him back, and made him promise that we would see him soon, very soon.
With Jul gone we snuggled into bed together and slept soundly. For me it was completely overwhelming. We had a horrendously early flight the next morning, and no real time to talk about what we had experienced together. I tried to broach the subject in the taxi but Cleo wasn’t chatty, and we both messaged Jul a little, who was admitting how exhausted he was at work, but also that he had no regrets. I wanted to ask Cleo everything as I was somewhat of an onlooker, but we were shattered and she was still a bit unsure as to what on earth had happened.
When we got back to Germany, Cleo admitted she had met the definition of a hotwife, and that the experience had been amazing. I suspect she was trying to be sensitive to my feelings, as despite my constant enquiring she played the event down quite a bit, as if it had not been a unique experience. We messaged Jul a little, and I was terribly affectionate to Cleo. I thought she needed the support and reassurance, and felt so close to her by what we had shared. She remarked that if fucking another man made me like this, she would do it all the time!
I liked the idea of that!
As time went on, the place we had been in that night was lost. Cleo started to reinterpret the entire experience, and was less positive about it. She didn’t like to talk about it much, whereas I wanted to talk about it endlessly. I thought we had cleared a hurdle of sorts, and wanted to repeat it as soon as possible – but with me more involved! We kept in touch with Jul but Cleo, through her unpredictable peaks and troughs, was an intermittent communicator at best. We had certainly turned a corner, but where the road would lead us after that was unknown to me.
As it turned out, that was not the last meeting with Jul, but it was certainly the least explosive. Eight months later – for my birthday weekend – Cleo asked me what I would like to do. I had several options – one of which included taking a supercar around the Nuremburger Ring! But there was only one special experience that I wanted, and that would be sexual.
So, we planned for a weekend in London. The first part of this was entirely Cleo’s idea; an erotic couple’s massage by a couple! They would be naked, and sex was also possible depending upon the situation. Cleo had found and researched this entirely by herself, and in truth was as turned on by the idea as me. She was going to have an Italian male masseuse named Valentino, who had spent his younger life on catwalks in Milan. She chose for me a curvy blonde, Russian I think – although I cannot remember her name. Cleo told me this was a test – whether she could stand to see me being touched by another woman. She kept this secret for a long time, but a week prior to leaving for London she exposed her plan, which overwhelmed me. The mere fact that it was her idea was very arousing. The anticipation was probably more enjoyable than the event itself!
That was the plan for the Friday night. For the Saturday night, Cleo had contacted Jul to arrange a meet. I do not know what was going on in her head, but she told him that she knew (quite rightly!) that I would like to meet him, and asked would he be up for it? It must have been strange for her, asking a man if he wanted to meet us for her husband’s sake, but knowing that it would be her pussy being filled with his cock! Fortunately, Jul was keen to meet. So we agreed to meet up for a drink on the Saturday night and see how things progressed, with no guarantees of anything more than a drink!
The Friday night was amazing. Two very attractive people turned up to our hotel and joined us in our room. With candles and soothing music playing, they then massaged us, starting with the lightest touches, and becoming progressively more erotic. A slight disappointment was Valentino – in that he kept his pants on the entire time! We weren’t really given an opportunity to object and probably felt too awkward to raise it ourselves. By contrast, my Russian belle, who had started off clothed, surprised me entirely when she had me roll over on to my back, only to find her completely naked! There was a point when she had her gaping pussy suspended in my face, with nowhere else to look, and I received a sudden reprimand from Cleo for appearing entranced by it! The rebuke kept me on my toes and quite anxious about the entire experience. I had very strict boundaries, but wasn’t quite sure where they lay. I was hard, but unable to cum.
Cleo, by contrast, was quite enjoying Valentino’s attention! And he was enjoying her. She told me later how he groaned when he sunk his finger into her moist, warm pussy, and I’m sure his only thought was how he wanted to sink his hard cock in there. I overheard him tell her “You’re so fucking horny!”. His flimsy little pants hadn’t hidden the granite-hard erection that was being contained, and Cleo said she had felt this pressed against her throughout the massage. I would have loved the idea of her wrapping her hand around it and helping to ease his obvious suffering. When she orgasmed on his finger, it was quite beautiful. He had lain between Cleo and I, which I didn’t really like as I couldn’t enjoy the spectacle and Cleo didn’t like being separated from me, but she soon got over that and by her groans I could tell she was close to cumming; and when her right arm slipped under his neck and wrapped around his head, then pulled him to her as she groaned her orgasm, it was quite hot!
Afterwards, when I asked Valentino if he ever had sex with his clients, and he said he did, Cleo responded without thinking; “Now you tell me!!!!!” That was quite hot also.
But, it was nothing compared with what was to happen the following evening with Jul, in the same room, on the same bed.
Jul arrived as planned, looking the as handsome as ever. He didn’t strike me as particularly short on that occasion, so my initial impression must have been heavily warped by expectation. He sat down on our sofa and immediately engaged in conversation.
Cleo was nervous and unsure. It was clear. I didn’t know what to expect. She was not as anti as she had been a few months before, but she felt more under pressure, and I was not sure how she would respond to that. We sat and chatted and Jul tried to put her at ease. He reached out and touched her leg, stroking her calf, and I saw her recoiling slightly. This was not good. Cleo doesn’t like to be taken for granted, and despite having thoroughly enjoyed Jul’s cock stretching her little pussy on the previous meeting, she was uncomfortable with him stroking her lower leg right now.
“I need the bathroom!” she suddenly exclaimed. Ok, I thought. She had an outfit planned for the night, and maybe she was going to change into that. But she returned out of the bathroom dressed as she had been when she entered. I think I hid my disappointment.
We kept talking. Jul is an interesting guy. I would be happy meeting him to chat, even if we weren’t sharing my wife.
“I need the bathroom again!” Cleo suddenly declares. Alright, maybe this is it. She will change perhaps?
No. She comes out, dressed as she had entered. Some disappointment on my part, but I tell myself I only want Cleo to engage with a man if she wants it. So, this was fine – she does not seem keen.
We chat for another half hour. It gets no more intimate. Cleo has made two visits to the bathroom and not changed into her sexy lingerie, so it was unlikely to happen. I accept that tonight we will only amount to a social with Jul, and that I needed to ask him to leave soon. Cleo goes to the bathroom again. I had responded with anticipation when she had done this before, but this time accepted nothing would happen. Jul and I keep talking.
Cleo takes her time.
The door opens.
Suddenly there she is. She had planned to wear some of her sexiest lingerie for Jul, should the mood take her. But she has clearly discarded this idea altogether. She told me later that she had started to dress, looked at herself in the mirror in just her pants and bra, and realised she looked hot just as she was! Also, she said that she didn’t see the point in putting anything else on because it would be coming off very soon! My pragmatic wife!
Cleo is standing there just in wet-look leather bra and pants and heels – nothing else. It is such a bold statement. Such a sexy statement. Such a surprising statement.
“Well boys?” she says, with a smile.
Oh My God! What a woman!
Jul leaps at her and starts stroking her skin. She backs up to the bed and lays down.
The two of us gather at her side, tripping as we pull our jeans off and throw off our shirts, stumbling to join her. Pants don’t last either, and suddenly Jul and I are both naked, our cocks hard and upright, Cleo’s hands stroking the full length of the both of them. At least this time she can feel me as eager as Jul, and she says something about enjoying the feeling of a hard, eager cock in each hand.
Cleo had what she calls a “Fuck it!” moment. In these moments, she reacts against her better nature, and decides to do precisely what she has been worrying about all along. This was one of those – the biggest “fuck it!” moment of them all. She had decided to fuck the two of us!
We didn’t spend long on the bed stroking her gorgeous body, oiling her up and making a pig’s ear of massaging her. We were too excited to perform any decent massage.
Again, it was Cleo who put us on track.
“Right, what shall I do?” she asks me. “You’re in control.”
So, it is in my hands. It makes her feel safe, and me remembered.
But I really want to see Jul’s huge cock sink into her, and her reaction to that. And, after all, that is what this is all about! She can have mine in her every night for the rest of her life. Occasionally, however, she will have the chance to taste someone else. So, my involvement is, again, unimportant.
“Well, on your back. Let Jul fuck you. I want to video it, from entry to orgasm.”
No one seemed to object, from what I remember. The bed was a convenient waist high. Cleo is suddenly lying on it, devoid of her sexy wet-look bra and pants. Jul moves up to her, and she spreads her legs around him to allow him in. His huge cock is bobbing around the entrance to her pussy, and she reaches down and grasps it with her left hand. She then begins to stroke it slowly up and down, well lubricated thanks to me, and seems to be savouring the full scale of it.
For the briefest moment she has a strange look on her face. There is definitely disbelief, perhaps mingled with the slightest apprehension, along with a charming childish honesty. She rolls her eyes and exhibits an awkward smile, then exhales heavily!
“Phew! I’m not sure this is going to fit in there!” she blurts out, clearly concerned about the size of the cock in her hand, compared to her intimate knowledge as to the dimensions of her little pussy. She follows this statement with a nervous laugh. It is such a beautiful, frank and unpretentious statement, and she couldn’t look more beautiful than she does at that moment. Then she closes her eyes a moment and nods her head, seemingly having words with herself. “It has before! So it must! Ok.” She then seems to settle in to an accepting state of mind; just enjoy this.
Jul’s hands are gliding across her sexy, oiled body, massaging her breasts. Her hand is sliding up and down the length of his enormous cock, and the nervousness has gone. She seems to be aware that she is about to enjoy this greatly.
“This bed is a really …good …height,” she articulates in an understated manner.
“I agree,” Jul responds.
Of course he would! Cleo is stroking his cock and about to allow it to stretch her tiny, warm wet pussy! What is there to disagree with?
She resettles herself on the bed, then guides Jul’s huge erection towards the entrance of her moist vagina, nuzzling his drizzling, swollen head against the loosening lips that frame the little cavity she so wants to be filled and stretched. She has settled now. There is no nervous laughter or joking. Her eyes are closed and she makes a sound as if appreciating something delicious to eat – perhaps she realises what is about to happen. A strange man, a hot man, a beautiful cock, about to unite with her and make her feel amazing.
I am standing by with my Iphone, videoing this. It is what I have waited for. I want to capture her expression on first penetration, her every reaction; the curl of her toes; her fingers gripping into his hard flesh; the furrow of her brow; the arching of her back and neck; the groan as he enters and stretches her.
She has placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and rubbed it around enough to mix the moistness of her excitement with his oozing pre-cum, to create the lubricant that will allow him to slide in and fill her. She has no words, just anticipation. She has done her part, and she waits for him.
He leans. The pressure of the swollen head of his cock momentarily stalls against the entrance to her pussy – then her pussy gives way. As it does his head enters, stretching her, then the shaft driving behind, ever thicker, and he sinks into her deeper and deeper, and suddenly it is deeper than anything she has ever felt. Clearly it feels amazing for Jul, also.
“Oh God” he groans.
There are spaces in there that he is filling that, for her entire life, have not been touched. It is overwhelming. Her head arches back on its neck, as if she is a sacrifice on an alter waiting for her throat to be slit.
“How is that honey?” I ask, grinning ear to ear at her reaction.
“Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm” is all she can manage. It is too much. There are no words. Completely instinctively, she reaches out and caresses the arms of the man who is giving her so much pleasure.
He then fucks her, mostly slowly. She tries to engage with me, but every time the full length of his cock is embedded in her she loses herself and groans again, beyond words, distracted. Then as he withdraws she is back with me again. But a gasp of breath, a rapid intake, a forced exhalation through pursed lips like air escaping a tyre – each of these is the unavoidable reaction when receiving the full bulk of his erection. As she admits later, it was truly awesome! One of her arms is above her head, wringing the sheet in her clenched fist, nearly tearing it. Her legs are wrapped around him, ankles locked behind Jul’s firm butt, as if she is ensuring he cannot escape. Her other hand either grips the edge of the bed like a vice, or involuntarily slides so gently up his arm to his shoulder or the nape of his neck in a rare display of affection.
As I mentioned, Cleo doesn’t like affection with another man. Being fucked, she clearly enjoys, but intimacy is something else. She doesn’t like them trying to kiss her, or missionary for that matter, as it is too close. So, it is a sure sign as to how much she is enjoying herself, when she displays any affection during sex with someone else. After several slow strokes deep into her, each one seeming to surprise and delight her as much as the last, she seems to come to a realisation as to how awesome this is going to be. Her eyes are screwed up, brow furrowed, teeth bared – it doesn’t sound sexy, but it is, incredibly. One more deep stroke is too much for her, and without meaning to the arm above her head comes gently down and, rather than gripping the edge of the bed again, it slips behind Jul’s waist to pull him into her. It is a rare moment, and even Jul seems to recognise that. She is lost in oblivion and exudes another involuntary groan. She seems aware of nothing else except how intense this feels.
As she groans, so do I at this sight. I know how overwhelmed she must be to make that seemingly trivial gesture, and it is a huge turn on. Jul is expressing his own pleasure through breaths and gasps.
“Mmmmm,” I narrate. “Is that one amazing, sweet pussy Jul?”
“Ah!” he breathes softly. “Delicious! It’s a treasure!”
Cleo is vaguely aware of this exchange, but so lost that she cannot respond normally. She manages the briefest laugh, almost out of politeness. Then exhales heavily again.
It is hard to describe a genuine sound made when in ecstasy. We use words like moans and groans and heavy breathing and gasping, but none of it is quite right. There is nothing that quite describes the unintentional sounds that are emitted when something feels that good, as they lie somewhere between noise and respiration. Cleo is making them all, the rhythm of them dictated by the speed with which Jul fucks her. It is like he is playing her, like an instrument. And her exhaling timed with each full penetration is almost as if, having Jul’s huge cock buried completely in her, there is no room for oxygen as well. Perhaps his cock is pushing her yielding flesh into the base of her lungs and literally squeezing her breath from her writhing body.
Amidst all this, it is incredulous to me that Cleo continues to interact a little while I video. Cleo is enjoying it immensely, but she wants me involved. She is in such bliss that I am still surprised to this day that she could speak. Anyway, she does. She opens her eyes and turns to me.
“Come” she says languidly, indicating with the slightest nod that I should come to her.
This means abandoning the video and viewing. I resist.
“Huh?”
She closes her eyes and resumes enjoying herself, but still manages to speak again.
“Come,” she says, exhaling heavily again and beckoning me with the smallest gesture of her index finger. It is so soft, so subtle, like the gentle hands of a prima ballerina.
“I’ll wait til you orgasm first,” I respond quietly, not wanting to disrupt the moment.
She groans in disagreement.
“One orgasm then I’ll come,” I repeat.
“Don’t pressure me!” she half states, half moans, eyes still shut, her body bouncing a little up and down the bed in tempo with Jul’s thrusting.
“Oh, like it’s is going to be hard!” I answer, conscious as to how much she is enjoying this. I know if she lets herself go, she will orgasm in an instant.
She laughs, then somehow in the middle of ecstasy my amazing wife conjures a joke. The word hard has resonated in her clouded brain, but she can only link it to one thing at this precise moment. She responds automatically, pointing towards where Jul’s cock is sliding into her, eyes shut, still rocking up and down the bed to the rhythm of his fucking.
“It’s very hard!” she says.
She suddenly recognises the humour of what she has just managed to say, and laughs as much as she can in her current state. It is a very simple joke, but considering her current disposition it is priceless! Her light-hearted banter creates an outlet for her ecstasy, like a release valve. She is so gorgeous in that moment, laughter and appreciation equally mixed, a lightness amongst what is clearly something deep in all senses. She is utterly delightful and sexy all at once, and Jul does exactly what I feel like doing. Mostly, he has been standing as he fucked her, but now he leans towards her and kisses her, passionately; conflicted by instinct and ecstasy, she turns her head away ever so slightly.
But then, as he lowers himself down on to her to kiss her, something happens.
It seems to be a strange paradox, that the deeper a woman is penetrated, the more she opens herself up to even deeper penetration. Her body curls around the man like a dead spider – but of course one that is very much animated. The hips flex more to bring her knees ever closer to her ears, opening her pussy as wide and vulnerable as she can, allowing the massive cock to sink even deeper into her, and the lower legs wrap around the back of the man and pull him further into her, and lock him there.
As Jul changes position and shifts into missionary, he must be achieving precisely this, impaling Cleo beyond belief. It appears that he notices first. There is a sudden movement from him and an ecstatic grunt. He is now down on top of her, and wherever his huge cock is now buried it is as if it presses a button deep inside her; she responds, curling around him. This position engenders the deepest penetration imaginable. Jul lets out another brief moan and the pleasure seems to spark him into a rapid motion, not withdrawing at all but remaining fully embedded in her, and rocking into her hard and fast rather than thrusting.
There is the briefest delay before she responds. A gasp almost of pain. Her face screws up as if in agony, mixed with disbelief at what she is experiencing. But the body language makes it obvious that this is not a reaction to pain, it is an impossible pleasure. She wraps even further around him, her knees rise higher opening herself completely and helplessly, her ankles lock desperately across his buttocks and her legs strain as she pulls him even harder into her, securing him there where he cannot escape. Her right arm jerks further around him and grasps him in the middle of his back, fingers splayed rigidly between his shoulder blades, then urgently starts to pull him down hard into her, joining his rhythm. At the same moment her neck arches forward and she almost tucks her head over his left shoulder, her face contorted in response to wherever his cock is buried. She is now wrapped around him like a hand clutching an apple, and she is not letting him go anywhere. Her body is in complete spasm, holding that position. He continues to rock his engorged cock into her at full depth, that buried head opening and stretching whatever secret quivering place it is that she has left. She is completely out of control now, absolutely succumbed to the pleasure he is giving her. Her embrace is both intense and intimate, and only in losing herself would she allow that to happen.
It is he that breaks this frenzy of pleasure. Jul leans back and stands up again, breathing deeply; Cleo gasps once more, but visibly settles a little.
It was the first time he did that, but not the last. I remember the most intense spectacle of the night was much later when I was asked by Cleo what we should do next. I knew the night was wearing on and wanted her to make the most of his cock while she had access to it by orgasming again, so told them to fuck missionary. Cleo was more relaxed by this stage and didn’t object to this intimate position. Jul resumed his place on top of her, and Cleo reacted in exactly the same way as she had done earlier, curling up around him, pulling him voraciously into her. Fully embedded he rocked almost violently into her in a rapid, steady rhythm. She was speechless; overwhelmed; completely lost in the sensation. She appeared to be nothing now but a body completely impaled on his huge cock, it becoming the axis around which she existed. She just held him frantically to her as he fucked her hard, her face buried in his shoulder sporting the most pained expression, until finally she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm. For the duration of what seemed the longest climax, the strength of her embrace actually surpassed the energy of his muscular thrusting body, as her splayed fingers dug into his back and her jaw clenched so forcefully that it must have been close to breaking. They both groaned and grunted and moaned in unison, and at that moment they were as one in an interlocked ecstasy. It was like a work of art or a great musical composition of carnal pleasure. Surprisingly, Jul hadn’t actually cum, but he must have been close, and I can imagine the force of Cleo’s pussy spasming erratically on his engorged cock must have felt like he was being squeezed in the crushing grip of a power lifter.
There is another lovely, intimate image that is impregnated in my brain. It was earlier in the night, and Jul’s hair was still up. Jul and Cleo are in missionary, he is sunk hilt-deep into her. Her hands caress the arms that suspend his weight above her, and her eyes are half shut in ecstasy. Suddenly she seems to notice something and her eyes open. Her soft hand reaches up, above his head, and tugs at the elastic suspending his hair. It comes free and the hair tumbles down around her. She smiles; “that’s better.” It is another one of those rare moments of intimacy when my wife allows herself to engage closely with the strange man who is fucking her.
Throughout the night, Cleo is amazing. There aren’t many moments when she isn’t aware of me, despite her carnal bliss. If his cock takes her away, it is only for a few seconds at the most, then she is back. She even manages to continually stroke me through most of the night – at least when I am not more directly engaged. How she managed that I still have no idea. There is one point when she is lost in ecstasy as Jul fucks her, she is simultaneously stroking her clitoris and my erection, and doing a good job of both; suddenly she realises how impressive this combination of activities is given the circumstances:
“See?” she says in a moment of gender-pride; “women – good at multi-tasking!”
Her wonderful humour comes through again and again. Also, she defers to me continually to keep me involved and the environment relaxed; I am always in control.
What next? She asks. Where do you want me?
She loves being taken from behind, quite roughly, and she finds it less threatening to from the perspective of intimacy, so I suggest that would be a good position to progress to. By this time she has already orgasmed a couple of times and is much more comfortable with it all, but it is clear from what she says that she still has some reservations. To this day I am still not sure what they were, but she didn’t want him to actively fuck her in that position. Either she was worried that being fucked hard from behind with such a large cock and that it might actually hurt her, or she was worried that it would feel too good that she would completely lose control. Either way, she insisted on being in charge, even then.
She gets on all fours before him and he slips into her, ready to continue. She then gives him a cheerful directive:
“Ok, so you stay still!” she says, an authoritative index finger in the air.
“I don’t move,” Jul responds obediently, then follows that with a whispered “not yet.” She chuckles.
Carefully now, slowly, she eases herself back on to him, until the curve of her buttocks interface perfectly with his groin, and his cock is entirely hidden. But she goes further, slowly and forcefully, pushing back even further, so that Jul is actually compelled to give and bend a bit at the waist. As she does so, having completely impaled herself upon him, she releases a long groan of satisfaction, which he echoes. In a very deliberate movement, as if preparing a secure hold when about to ride a bucking bronco, she grasps the behead firmly with first one hand, then the other. She appears to be holding on for grim life.
Jul is struggling to contain himself. He is stroking her gorgeous ass, but clearly he wants to fuck her stupid right now and pile into her like a jackhammer.
“And you really want me to be soft?” he asks, something between a plea and disbelief.
“Yeah!” she responds immediately, “I’m in charge, it’s fine.” While she is doing this, however, she is again pushing back into him to take him as deeply as she can. I’m having my own moment of disbelief now, wondering how she can really fit that entire cock in such a small, tight pussy. But she is.
Jul laughs and groans at the same time. He slaps her ass with both hands, and is having trouble controlling his own rocking motion. His hands grip her hips firmly, as if ready to pound her.
“You just keep still!” she orders.
“How can I keep still?” he whispers in response, followed by a more audible “I’ll try to!” Clearly, he can give no guarantee that he will be able to constrain himself.
All the time, she continues to slide forward, then slowly sink back onto the full length of his cock, and this activity is accompanied by the heavy breathing and moans emitted by both of them. She is holding on to the bedhead for grim life now, and with all her strength pushing back slowly, deeply into his crotch, again, whilst releasing the most contented groan, and then slowly rocks forward and repeats the motion again.
Jul is nearly beyond himself, but Cleo keeps up the light-hearted banter.
“See? I’m being soft, and careful, and gentle” she says cheerily, as she grinds back onto him repeatedly. “Right?”
Jul is just gasping and calling upon his maker, as if it is torture, and he cannot answer except with moans.
But now the mood changes a little, a turn for the serious. Cleo rocks back and forth on his cock a few times, and is clearly relishing it. She discards the light banter and must be realising that she just wants to fuck him. I can see three or four inches of his cock exposed as she rides forward, and it looks as thick as Jul’s wrist, before it disappears as she impales herself fully on him over and over. He senses the rhythm is changing, slaps his hands into position on her gorgeous ass, the starts to rock himself.
But she is not quite ready to give up command yet!
“Ahhh you’re not keeping still!” she berates him on a background of heavy breathing. “You’ll be punished…” she says playfully. Then there is a short pause in which the comic notion of the diminutive five foot, curvy Cleo punishing the black belt Judo expert is realised. But she ends this; “…by Ant!” It is enough to make the joke slightly convincing, although despite our difference in size I am pretty sure that Jul would be invulnerable to me also in a fight. But the moment is light and, despite that fact that two of us are engaging in some very hot sex, we all laugh.
“Suddenly he behaves!” Cleo concludes with triumph.
But that is the end of it. A few more thrusts by Cleo, and a few more gasps by the two of them, and she starts working her pussy back and forwards on the full extent of his cock in earnest. She rocks all the way back to be completely impaled by him, then so far forward that he almost springs free, before thrusting steadily back on him again.
She then changes stroke. She clearly wants his cock sunk in her permanently, so instead of sliding forward and back, she remains impaled on him, her ass pushed deep into his groin, and instead arches her own back up and down, creating movement deep inside her without compromising the depth of his penetration. Her head is down and her gorgeous blonde hair falling all about her as she pleasures herself on his hot swollen baton. After a few moments of this she removes one hand from the bedhead and places it between her own legs; this is a sure sign of her surrendering her inhibitions and shows she is on a mission to orgasm…
The climax of the night involved all three of us. I had been hard throughout and Cleo had managed to stroke me almost continually, depending upon her position of course. I could have been more involved with oral and tag-team and the rest, but I didn’t see a need to distract Cleo from her experience, nor did I want to alternate sinking cocks into Cleo with Jul, even though she probably would have loved it. We had talked about both DP and DVP before, and definitely wanted to try them, given the right circumstances.
The circumstances certainly seemed right.
DP is a little more problematic. Getting my cock into her tight little ass takes a lot of time and patience and not to mention lubricant, and it didn’t seem viable in this setting. But DVP intrigued us as well, and this seemed a good moment to attempt to fulfil that particular fantasy. Cleo had researched it, methods and mechanics, so we had an idea of the theory.
I can’t remember what position it followed, but it was near the end of the night.
“Where do you want me now?” Cleo pants, not yet recovered from yet another orgasm.
“Let’s try both of us!” I respond, a little hesitantly, but her smile tells me immediately that she is up for it.
“You climb on Jul, and I’ll come from behind.”
Obediently she wastes no time and straddles Jul, reaching between her legs to hold him upright so she can sink down on to him; she does this with a characteristic groan. It is only now that I can see how mismatched they are, this tiny sexy woman and that huge engorged cock. From this position she cannot take it all; but she tries admirably. She straddles him, rising up and down, and something that looks about the size of a forearm is joining them together. She rises again, then grinds down onto him. I watch this for a while, and the two of them are breathing heavily. Occasionally Jul takes over and thrusts energetically into her pussy from beneath, that thick shaft gliding rapidly. It seems too horny to interrupt. Finally, I edge up behind Cleo.
Jul is clearly an expert. He knows exactly what to do. His legs are apart enough so that I can kneel between them. He stops moving. I grasp Cleo from behind as she sits up, stroking her beautiful breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders. She is sitting down on him, grinding into him, as she nuzzles me with the side of her face. She can feel my erection pressing into the cleft of her buttocks. It must have been quite exciting, to be skewered on one huge cock, to feel another cock there wanting to ease into the same space as well. She leans forward over Jul, her hair falling around her, and pauses.
This is a moment. Something special. I can see this huge member of his embedded in Cleo and her little pussy stretched around it. I can see she is overwhelmed as it is – dare I try to sink my cock into the mix as well? How easy will it be? Is it even possible?
I haven’t done this before, but set the engorged head of my erection against the base of Jul’s shaft, aligned as if his cock is a railway I intend to ride. Then I slide it forwards, pressing always against his inverted shaft, until I can go no further.
A stall; a pause. My sumptuous swollen head is pressing against the top of the entrance to her stretched pussy, which is already fully to bursting by Jul. It seems impossible that it can give any more.
But then a miracle; the head of my cock creates the smallest space, and buries into it, compressed out of shape, but slowly starts to enlarge it. As I lean gently but forcefully it starts to slide in, creating room, and Cleo’s pussy yields before it. It is quite overwhelming. I have never felt anything like it. There is something in the tension of a stretched pussy that is unique and remarkable, but a pussy stretched by 2 cocks becomes so tight! It is moist and warm and the roof of her pussy is pulling down on me like stretched canvas, forcing my own cock down hard upon Jul’s below me. The contrast is amazing. I slide along it like a man walking a tightrope, until both our cocks, base to base, are against each other and in her.
It is incredible. There is no room but somehow her pussy has made it. His cock so fills her that I can feel mine pressed hard against the wall of her pussy, stretching that flesh out impossibly. With her facing him and my cock pressing his from behind, Jul’s member must have been forced forward upon her G-spot like nothing ever had before. Deepest penetration, unfeasible stretching, and her G-spot pressed and strained over Jul’s rock hard shaft.
“Oh…My…God!!!!” she states in a tone I have never heard before. “This …is …amazing!!!” Each word coincides with a slow thrust of mine. “It is so…good…that I don’t want to orgasm and ruin it!!!” Cleo can hardly speak. Everything is broken. It is a completely different reaction to her being fucked, no matter how good. There is in absolute disbelief of a completely new experience that she has never imagined. She told me later it was the best “cock experience” she has ever had. “I think I have found my new favourite hobby!” she says aloud, as we are both sunk inside her.
How she managed to speak during that I still have no idea. I am thrusting into her, sliding against the huge cock that is already in her. He doesn’t move. It is weird – at least for me – to feel another man’s hot, lubricated erection pressed against mine, sharing a tiny space that should have only been enough for one. I slide in and out, Cleo is gasping. She said later when I was doing that, despite being already impaled on Jul, that she couldn’t feel him. It was like my cock was the size of an arm and the entire experience was solely down to me! When I pause, Jul takes his cue and slides in and out, a faster and shorter motion than mine, due to his position. But when he does, I have the most amazing experience of being able to feel another man’s cock sliding into my wife, feeling another man fucking my wife’s quivering, wet pussy! And I can feel her responding. She is beyond words, beyond everything. She is just an experience that has overtaken her.
We do this for some time then I feel myself building to orgasm. It is so tight and so close I cannot hold on. So I stop, and withdraw. That can wait until later.
Cleo falls off Jul and collapses on the bed.
“Oh my God! That was unbelievable!” she says.
We are all tumbled on the bed together now. I know we have just about had enough and would like some time alone. I arrange for Jul to fuck Cleo to orgasm just one last time, then I give her the nod. I’m ready. I want her alone to myself.
As is her prerogative, she says that she is done and apologises to Jul. He hasn’t cum yet, and I apologise for that as well.
“It’s ok,” he responds, “it takes me ages! I could do this all night!”
I don’t doubt it. We make small talk for a while then Jul gets dressed and makes to go.
Standing up, Cleo gives him one last kiss, just a gentle peck but looking appreciatively into his eyes.
“You know,” she says to us both, “the best thing about you Jul is that you are such a lovely guy. This,” she adds, gently taking as much of his packaged manhood into her cupped hand as she can, “this is just a bonus!”
Another little kiss and friendly farewells and he is gone.
Wow. We both look at each other. What an experience.
In an instant we are both naked and fucking madly, and in less than a minute or two Cleo erupts in a shuddering orgasm. It is as if she has been holding it back all night!
God knows what she will be like if she ever chooses to truly let go!
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