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By *ntnCleo OP Couple
over a year ago
Dortmund (Germany) might travel! |
Hi all, I know this stuff is a little long and literary for Fab, but a few of you will enjoy. It's another chapter for the book we are creating on our journey through new sexual experiences.
The Adventures of Ant and Cleo – Chapter Sam
It had been a bit of a dry spell on the sexploration scene. We hadn’t had a meet for 12 months and although the last one had been incredible, Cleo didn’t seem keen on repeating it. I couldn’t understand this – at the end of that weekend she had said to me several times; it was fucking awesome, all of it. Just so you know now, I’m not going to deny that. We had done DVP and she had declared it her new best hobby. She had enjoyed a huge cock and been fucked very well. There had been no real repercussions. Yet despite that, she didn’t really like to talk about it much. She admitted she still felt guilty from time to time, and although it had been hot, the memory of it for her did not turn her on.
I often questioned her about this; why not? Previously it had been overwhelming guilt, but on this occasion that wasn’t the reason, at least she wouldn’t admit it. I suspected there was a little guilt at having enjoyed it so much, almost against her better nature, but to me that made it even hotter. We had videoed it and I watched the two short clips again and again; it was the sexiest thing. My gorgeous Cleo wrapped around another man in ecstasy on his giant cock. I had tried to show her the video, but all she could do was criticise how she looked in it.
But knowing Cleo’s up and down moods I just waited, as she usually came around. We had been to a sex club only once – Fun4two in Amsterdam – and had a great time. We had chatted with a few potential guys online but had not really had the opportunity to meet. London tends to be our playground, and we hadn’t been back for the entire year. Also, for those without children you can never understand how having kids in the house disrupts your sexual intimacy. It’s not just the restriction on when and where and how we behave, it’s the additional responsibilities and chores and commitments and a constant distraction from focusing on one another. Indeed we had hardly had a night alone all year, and although we didn’t realise, it was taking its toll on us. The mere fact that I couldn’t remember the last time Cleo had been through an uberhorny phase said a lot. We didn’t feel very close, and it had impacted significantly on our sex life.
Then two things happened. First, our last child left home. We were childless. We had no idea how this would impact on us, but as we always got along so exceptionally when alone, I suspected it would be a good thing.
The second, Cleo started reading a Hotwife blog.
That might sound unimportant, but from what I could tell it had a big impact on her. She had clearly enjoyed our sexual encounters with others in the past, but it was always tainted by varying degrees of guilt. Then she found the blog by Alexis Mccall. Alexis is someone whose marriage was nearly over, and then she got into hotwifing. Her husband had encouraged her, and she discovered that she loved it. She eventually progressed from hotwifing to take the bizarre step of becoming a professional escort. There was a strange logic to it – she enjoyed sex with various men so much, and her husband enjoyed that she did too, that she decided to take it up as a profession. Importantly, it was so life-changing for them as a couple that she decided to write about the journey. Cleo followed this very sexy narrative and, although I cannot be sure exactly how it struck her, I suspect she realised that not only was there nothing to feel guilty about when you do this as a couple, but that it could actually be incredibly healthy for a relationship.
A strange concept for some, but it certainly had worked for them.
My birthday was coming up again, the anniversary of our last sexy weekend, and I wanted to go to London. We had enjoyed an amazing couples erotic massage on the last occasion, and Cleo was still up for this. Apart from that, she wasn’t sure. I had any number of contacts on Fabswingers, but thought that as Cleo is always a sucker for a good massage, that I should organise to meet a male masseuse as well. At least that way, if nothing else happened she would at least have an amazing massage.
Enter Sam.
He seemed like a very nice chap and had good verifications with regards to both massage and sex; he was handsome in his photo and sported a very girthy cock, so not a bad combination! He was also around Cleo’s age, so a bit more mature than some of the guys I found for her, and this usually makes her a bit more comfortable. She didn’t say much, but in the lead-up to London she hadn’t objected to meeting him, which in context with the previous 12 months wasn’t a bad sign.
In the week prior to travelling Cleo had been engrossed in the Alexis blog, and she was getting horny. This is always a good thing because it means that almost anything is on the cards. We talked quite a bit about the hotwifing experiences she was reading about, and she seemed to have a more balanced attitude to it. In the past she had fluctuated dramatically from horn-pile to prude, and experiences in one mode often didn’t sit well when she reverted to the other. But the real story she was reading was a mature and sophisticated perspective on bringing others into your relationship, and it seemed to have a positive effect.
I arranged for us to meet up with Sam when we arrived on the Friday night, which was a little risky. In the transition from normal life to an exciting weekend away, all sorts of things can disrupt the early stages; a bad day at work, or not getting enough time together, or travel stress. If any of these happened Cleo might not be in the mood to meet someone on the first night. After a day together I was confident she would relax, but the first night was a bit of a gamble. However we had the couples massage booked for the Saturday night, so Friday was the only real option.
We didn’t have a lot of comms with Sam leading up to the meet, but in the last few days it had picked up enough to reassure us he was both laid back and reliable. I had to emphasise that we were meeting for a social with no expectations, which Sam was fine with. In a rare and reassuring moment Cleo had messaged him at the last couple of days:
Hey! My husband has been busy!! I don’t get on here very often. Just catching up on the messages. Fantasies?? Don’t get me started. I have so many it’s not even funny, but I do change my mind as often as I change my pants. I am so unpredictable that I don’t even know what I want! My husband deserves medals. I need chemistry first and foremost. I think you’re the same so that’s a good start. No expectations is always good. It makes me feel more relaxed. As does wine…excited to meet you on Friday. Also scared as hell! Cleo x
That was a good sign; she was mentally preparing.
I’m not sure how Cleo was feeling on the Friday morning, and if she was scared or panicking I didn’t want to add to that by focusing her on it too much. I was both excited and nervous, and seeing the flight alert on my phone that morning sent a shiver through to my groin. I wasn’t sure what to expect and was afraid to hope for too much.
We had a fair buffer before meeting him, and I expected we would be at our apartment on The Strand by around 4pm. That would give us plenty of time to relax, shower, have a drink and prepare. But unfortunately our flight was delayed and we didn’t get in until closer to 8pm, which was the time we had agreed to meet. All delays are frustrating, but this was especially so as you don’t want to feel rushed before a meet.
I messaged Sam a few times to let him know we were running late. He was great and didn’t seem phased. We needed showers and Cleo wanted to look sexy, so we weren’t going to meet before half past nine. Cleo made a surprising suggestion at the time – perhaps we could meet up for a drink in the apartment? I was quite keen on a pub though, and Sam agreed to meet at The Wellington, which was visible from the front door of the apartment complex. Downstairs for a nervous smoke and then we headed to the pub.
Nerves skyrocketed, of course, and Cleo wanted me to lead the way. It was fairly busy and we couldn’t see him immediately, so made our way to the bar. Suddenly this tall, dark-haired guy appeared behind Cleo and I recognised him immediately. He clearly recognised us first and came straight in with a smile.
“Sam?” I said, looking over Cleo’s shoulder.
“Jeff,” he responded. He was very handsome, even moreso than in his photos, and I was sure Cleo would approve.
She turned to say hello and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
We had a drink at the bar standing up and chatting. Sam was a good conversationalist. My brain was a little blank with nerves and Cleo’s didn’t seem much better, but Sam was easy and confident and prevented any awkward silences. As we relaxed it became more natural, and we got to learn a little about him.
He had spent ten years or so in Australia, and that is where he had got into swinging. He had a partner at the time and they had got into the scene as a couple. The conversation continued and we moved on to another bar. Cleo was interested in his massage skills, and asked where he had learned it. He explained that he had been fortunate enough to have a hot friend who was a tantric masseuse, and she had used him for practice. He described having “whole body orgasms”, at which Cleo’s ears pricked up for sure! He had then learned the art by returning the favour to his friend, who would give feedback.
“She said I was a natural, but then she went and got herself a boyfriend and it all ended. I mean how inconsiderate!” he said with a laugh.
Cleo’s other interest in men that she hasn’t realised yet, is their bi side. Sam’s profile mentioned that he also massages men and might go as far as oral sex with them. Cleo has always been keen on the fantasy of me with a guy, and as it’s such a turn-on for her I’ve said I’d be willing to comply with her wishes just a little. I’m not attracted to guys, but then I’m not prudish either, and a cock is just another piece of anatomy. I’ve told her that if she wanted I could probably stroke a cock without much problem, and perhaps – just perhaps! – join her in giving oral. She is convinced that I’d love a blowjob from a man, which doesn’t really turn me on, but then I am sure it would probably feel great. I mean, what isn’t there to like about having your cock sucked?
With this in mind, she asked Sam about his bi tendencies.
“Well, I don’t mind giving oral,” he said. “I’m not sure why but I just find it quite hot.” I knew this admission would have had Cleo quite hot with excitement as well.
The other thing to note was that during conversation he mentioned how wrong DVP is – just a passing comment. He may not have meant it quite like that, and we talked about it later. Strange, we thought, that he was comfortable giving oral sex, but sharing a pussy with another man’s cock he thought wrong. We love DVP, but Cleo made a mental note of the comment to bear in mind for later.
After another drink we decided to head back to the apartment to continue. It still wasn’t clear what Cleo would be wanting tonight, but Sam was clear that he was happy with anything or nothing. We opened some wine and continued chatting in the living room, but it was getting late. Sam admitted he had been up before 7am and had to travel back to Kent tonight. I thought I should push things to a head.
“So,” I asked, “would you like Sam to give you a massage?”
“He might not want to,” she responded. “I mean, he’s been up since 7.”
“I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t want to!” he said quickly.
Cleo still didn’t let on if anything was going to happen, and disappeared to the bathroom.
I kept chatting to Sam until I saw movement down the long corridor that lead to the bathroom. Sam couldn’t see from where he was sitting, but Cleo was coming down in just her black bra and pants and heels. Clearly she meant business and by God she was looking sexy.
As her curvy body appeared from around the corner so scantily clad, she paused, put her hands on her hips and thrust one out, looking at Sam.
His eyes nearly bounced off the floor. Like a jack-in-the-box he sprung to his feet.
“Right then!” he blurted out, and then followed Cleo’s gorgeous ass as she turned and retreated seductively to the bedroom. I followed close behind.
The bedroom was fairly tight. A nice big bed in a room that is too small, so there was nowhere for any of us to be except on the bed. Perfect really. Cleo wasn’t messing around. She stripped off her bra and lay face down on the bed, making herself comfortable, her arms folded under her resting head. Her only clothing was those tiny black pants that didn’t amount to much more than a bit of attractive string. Rather pointless was my first thought, and they would get covered in oil. So I reached down, hooking my hands in at each hip and slipped them over the succulent curve of her ass.
“Excuse me!” she protested in mock outrage, but at the same time lifted her butt off the bed to facilitate easy removal.
So there she was, stark naked, her creamy skin and perfect curves making a terribly tempting sight. Meanwhile Sam had stripped to boxers and t-shirt, and was getting the oil ready. I stripped down to my pants and lay down on the bed beside her, preparing to watch the treat, while Sam straddled her and settled down on to her upper thighs. Cleo’s face was turned to me, eyes closed but sporting a big contented smile. She loves a massage, but it was almost certain that this would be something more.
Now Sam settled down to his trade, and he was very good. His hands were gliding slowly all over her, now stroking so lightly with the back of his fingertips, then sinking the palms down into her soft skin and applying long and slow pressure as he expertly traced the anatomical lines of her gorgeous body.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Cleo moaned contentedly. “Ant,” she added playfully, “take note! You’re massages are good, but I’m afraid you have met your match, I have to say.”
Sam had her completely relaxed. He talked from time to time, narrating what he was doing, describing this or that technique, or this or that part of the body that required attention.
“I was taught to keep one hand on the body at all times,” he explained.
“Well, you have magic hands,” she sighed. “You should watch and learn, Ant.”
“I am, don’t worry.”
I was enjoying this, near as much as Cleo. Her body is just so sexy, the perfect womanly form, an absolute sex goddess. Watching a stranger’s hands gliding all over her, and her reactions to that, was exquisite.
After a while, he asked her to roll over, and he settled back down on her thighs again, her neat little pussy presented to him, her nipples erect like misplaced fingertips. He oiled her up until she glistened, and his hands set to work again. As they slid across her breasts the nipples would disappear, then spring again up as the hand passed.
His hands started to drift lower and lower on her body, coasting from the mounds of her breasts over her tummy and then teasing her pussy. He was sitting a little lower on her legs now, his erect cock an unmistakable distortion in his boxers. Cleo’s thighs must have drifted apart a little, as his hands were able to slide down between her thighs from time to time, pressing that incredibly soft, warm pussy, but without penetrating. Then he would pause his palm over it and push, applying long, firm pressure. Cleo was starting to squirm, and her moans of pleasure becoming more frequent. Her arms were resting above her head, and I could see her hands clench as his hands pressed her mound, and her head started to arch back with the pleasure.
After a short time he asked her to roll back over on to her tummy, and resumed his position behind her. At this stage I signalled to him that he could remove his clothes, and he didn’t hesitate. His swollen thick cock sprung loose like a coiled spring, standing upright and eager. She couldn’t see this of course, but as he sat back down upon her, both of them naked, she must have noticed the absence of anything between them.
What a sight. My beautiful wife and this strange man, both naked and eager together, his engorged cock aching to please her. He was circumcised, like me, giving him a proudly ridged and well-shaped head, red-purple and swollen to bursting like a ripe plumb. His shaft was thick, and was ever thicker towards the base, where he sported considerable girth. Unlike my cock, which is relatively smooth, he was quite veiny – not too much so as to be ugly, but enough to demonstrate just how distended it was by his sexual hunger. It was handsome and sexy, and brazenly flaunted the promise of the rock-hard pleasure it would bring as it sunk into and filled her soft, yielding pussy.
He continued to massage her and she lay there, only able to guess at the size and shape of what she would soon feel inside her. I was naked as well by this stage, and aware that they wouldn’t be restrained much longer. I had time for a very quick bathroom visit, before it would all begin.
I was quick. I didn’t want to miss anything. I was soon back and as I came around from behind and climbed onto the bed beside them, I had a delicious revalation.
Sam’s cock was glistening with oil and now had a small hand wrapped around it, slowly sliding up and down. There was a moment of disorientation as of course Cleo was on her front, so it didn’t seem a natural place for her hand to be. But within an instant I realised it was far too small to be his hand, and besides, both of his were still sliding over her body. And then I noticed the small Jamaica ring on her ring finger; it was Cleo’s. She clearly couldn’t wait to feel it and had stretched around behind her back to grip it and start to masturbate him. I’m not sure if there is something wrong with me, but my wife’s hand wrapped around another man’s hard cock is an incredible turn-on for me.
There was no doubt as to what was going to happen now. I watched for a few short moments, savouring the sight just as Cleo was savouring the feeling of his urgent erection. I was immediately hard, just as eager as Sam. Her head was turned to me again and she opened her eyes and gave me a wicked smile. There was no point holding back.
“Right honey, would you like Sam and I to fuck you?”
Cleo nodded rapidly at this, but tried to play down her excitement by responding in an understated manner: “Yes, ok then.”
She rolled over on to her back now, oiled up her other hand, and slowly reached out and grasped my bulging cock as well. She always loves this, the feeling of a hard cock in each hand, and she commented to that effect. She expertly stroked us both as we were up on our knees, our glistening erections enjoying the attention and both directed towards her. She smiled.
It was then that she put me on the spot.
“Sam,” she suddenly asked, “do you mind if Ant strokes your cock?”
Bloody Hell! That ramped up the stakes.
“Sure,” he responded, clearly comfortable with the idea.
I wasn’t comfortable as I’d never grasped another man’s erect cock before, but wasn’t squeamish either, and I knew how much she would love to see it. I must admit there was also a curiosity as to what another cock feels like. So as Cleo released him, I drizzled some lubricant on his shaft and then wrapped my quite manly hand around his very rigid manhood. That was weird! Similar to mine, so I could relate to it, but clearly at the same time not mine at all. The hard spring in it was familiar, how it resisted being pulled in any direction but upwards, but those veins criss-crossing the shaft were strange as they compressed under my hand then reappeared the moment my hand glided past. I had thought they would be more palpable, like they are on a moulded dildo, but they seemed to do little more than alter the appearance, and to add to a general feeling of softness layered over the hard shaft. The other differences were obvious also; mine is a fairly even thickness along the length, whereas his swelled out significantly towards the base. That thickness made it look shorter than it was, because there was nothing wrong with the length of it at all. And the head was a slightly different shape, with the ridge around it more pronounced than mine. The nearest to it that I had experienced was holding one of Cleo’s dildos, except that it was attached to someone, and was hot and pulsing. Even sexier was the thought that just as I was feeling it with my hand, Cleo was about to feel it inside her pussy.
I had a job to do so stroked it up in my firm grip, the same way that I like it. Cleo gets a little tentative grasping a cock and worries she might hurt it; she doesn’t realise how firmly you can squeeze one. When I have shown her at times she has cringed in disbelief. And besides, her hand could never be confused for my big size 9’s, and no matter how hard she squeezes the strength of the grip feels very different. So it was a strange mix to combine my big strong hand and a stranger’s aching erection, but not unpleasant. Cleo watched on with a huge grin.
“How’s that Sam?” she asked.
He exhaled a little.
“Yeah,” he responded, “he’s good at this too.”
I changed rhythm, loosening the grip to form a firm ring that glided lightly over the shaft, but didn’t give to resistance either. Then I whipped it back and forth quickly near the end so that my fingers caught and compressed the rim or corona of the swollen glans. It’s a very sensitive area and, although I have no idea what this does to other men, it makes mine fit to burst. Sam didn’t need to be any harder, but it was something that I do with my cock so it seemed to make sense to do it to his.
Cleo was still smiling and I looked at her and released his cock.
“What do we do now?” she asked, indicating that I was in charge.
“Well,” I said, “Sam is going to put on a condom, then he is going to fuck you.”
“Oh,” she responded with feigned meekness, “ok then.”
Sam smiled, then jumped up and went off to get a condom. He probably didn’t leave the bedroom, in fact he may not have left the bed, but he disappeared from my awareness for a moment. I lay down beside Cleo and gave her a gentle kiss.
Then Sam reappeared, cock armed and ready like a soldier standing at attention. Cleo had rolled back on to her tummy, so Sam straddled her again, only this time he had permission to slide his cock into her. He started stroking her skin again and she moaned with contentment, but I’m sure she was less focused on the feeling of his hands on her at this stage, and was more anticipating his unfamiliar cock stretching her pussy.
It’s not an easy position to see the moment of entry, but the suggestion is just as hot. One of Sam’s hands slid down her body, glided over the curve of her buttocks, and then was obviously doing something at his own groin. I couldn’t see it, but knew that right now Cleo would be feeling his swollen member being squeezed between her thighs as Sam positioned the head at the entrance to her pussy, ready to slide into her. His hand moved about for a few seconds, only half in sight, then reappeared. Cleo had just lay there still, awaiting the moment, her back slightly arched and her buttocks raised, clearly presenting her pussy for pleasuring.
This was one of the best moments of the night; I simply adore it when another man enters Cleo. The knowledge of what the man is feeling; the imagining as to what she must be feeling; the slight wrongness of it all; Cleo’s eagerness against her own instincts. Sam leaned forward a little to take his weight on both of his arms, and started to slowly thrust forwards. Delicious! He was sliding up into her at that very moment. In response Cleo moaned again, and arched her back even more to receive him.
Sam’s thrust came to a halt. That was it. His cock was now sunk to the hilt in her pussy. Cleo must have been able to feel it all now. Her questions were answered; that was how Sam’s cock was going to feel inside her. The head would be buried deep in that most intimate place, that thick shaft stretching her, all those sensitive places being pressured.
He paused there for a moment, the both of them clearly relishing it. Then he withdrew slowly before thrusting back into her again. Cleo accompanied his movement with another moan. Her hands were wringing the sheets, her brow furrowed in ecstasy. Then he repeated; slowly withdraw and…thrust, her body cringing in response. He set to his task, fucking my wife well, a steady, firm rhythm. Again and again, the two of them joining in a predictable rhythm of fucking and he pounded her steadily, his cock alternating as it sunk to the hilt and withdrew. He fucked her for a few minutes like this, then asked her to roll over.
There are many things I love about seeing my wife being fucked, but the best is the open and intimate receiving of a man into her. It is something a man can never experience, the vulnerability of spreading your legs to expose the softest and most sensitive part of you, exposing it for penetration, for impaling, opening your arms to embrace him, as his body, the antithesis of yours, slots into you like the lost piece of a puzzle. Cleo often finds this too intimate, but on this occasion she was relaxed, willing and ready. She opened herself to him as he hovered above her, then took him into her innermost being. His hard cock slid into her core like a new axis about which her body now revolved, and once embedded in her she curled up around him in grateful acquiescence.
Once there he resumed fucking her steady and firm, plunging into her appreciative wet pussy again and again, the end of each thrust triggering a response, either a moan or deep exhalation or a tightening of those already furrowed brows. Her arms were around him, holding him tight. Her legs were also wrapped around him, and with each thrust the toes curled and the fingers clutched into his flesh, pulling him harder into her. It must have been wonderful for him to feel her respond to him, a stranger, in that way. On a mission to pleasure her he drove deep into her over and over.
By this stage Cleo was hardly aware of anything else in the room, when suddenly Sam slowed and paused. He looked to me and raised his eyebrows, and with a twitch of his head he indicated that we should swap. Certainly Cleo wasn’t going to object, so I nodded and he withdrew.
I hovered over her as she now spread herself wide for me. My hard cock was bobbing around her wet, gaping entrance, but Cleo was anxious to remain filled so before I could do anything she reached down, grasped me with a squeeze, and guided me into her pussy. This was amazing. Literally seconds before a different cock had been in there stretching her, now mine was. It must have been incredible for Cleo, to feel two different cocks inside her in such a short space of time. She said later that they felt very similar, but she had been clearly aware that they belonged to different people, and that it had been utterly amazing. It is probably the idea as much as anything that is so incredibly horny, to be able to experience two eager men inside her one after the other, both with no other aim than to pleasure her.
Every time I sink into Cleo I marvel at how luxuriously her little pussy wraps around me. It really is a miracle that no matter how long and hard and deep she is fucked, no matter how large and thick the cock that stretches her, as soon as that cock withdraws her little pocket of heaven retracts back into its former shape, waiting to please and be pleased by the next cock, to be stretched by its length and girth, and to envelop it like a custom-made glove. Sam must have felt that her pussy was simply made for his cock, the most perfect fit on the planet, but then seconds after he withdrew and I plunged into her I was treated with exactly the same fantasy.
It felt incredible and I responded equally. Every man has a different rhythm and no doubt a different feel, and Cleo now lost herself on my cock as I fucked her. Her tiny, sensual body encircled me and held me tight, my rigid cock firmly sheathed in her adoring pussy. I love to look down her body as I fuck her, to see her curves wrapped around me, the swell of the breast and the upright nipple, the perfect line of her hip and those shapely legs made even more shapely by wrapping around me. And Sam had been experiencing this only moments before.
Cleo was in an erogenous paradise now, relishing being spoilt by the two of us. I fucked her for a while, turned on by her every fibre, her every move, as she clung on to me and started building towards orgasm. But this was far too good to break her escalation with a climax just yet, and besides, I wanted Sam to feel her spasm on his cock, and for her to spasm on something hard knowing that it wasn’t me inside her and that it wasn’t me that brought her to it. I paused, gave her a tender kiss, then withdrew from her and indicated to Sam that he should continue.
By now Cleo was the most comfortable I’ve ever seen her with another man, and she received and enfolded him as if he were a replicant of me. In fact, that is precisely what she told me later, that she felt she had two of me in the room fucking her, and that it was utter bliss. She allowed herself to enjoy him fully as he rammed into her, and rapidly began to build to a heart-stopping orgasm.
When Cleo cums, especially when it is huge, she becomes impossibly physical for such a tiny thing. Her entire body responds and clamps around you, and indeed it is so intense that you need to be careful that her contortions do not squeeze you out of her. Her clutching pussy grasps your cock like a clenching fist, and her thighs crush you between them, twisting you and pulling you into her as she convulses about you. Her face screws completely and her fingers claw into you like steel, so intensely that she often draws blood.
But when it is really massive she starts to grab you desperately and uncontrollably. Her hands become iron-tipped talons that clamp on to you; but then one after another they suddenly release for the briefest moment before smacking down onto your back and embedding into you again. It is like a desperate man hanging from a cliff edge, suddenly losing grip and frantically clutching at it again and again, clinging on for grim life. This is what Cleo started to do now as she finally escalated to a rapturous seizure around Sam’s swollen cock. Her jaw locked with teeth bared and clenched as her entire body went into groaning spasm about him, clawing and clutching at him in a frenzy. It was an amazing orgasm that went on and on, before her body finally started descend a little from such an ecstatic climax.
Cleo is usually lost after an intense orgasm, and when as good as this her indulgent delirium does not cease. As long as the cock stays hard and thrusting into her, she remains in an oblivion of pleasure. She often says that she cannot have sex for too long because she becomes tired, but when she is in this state she is completely unaware of the outside world, is only aware of her own pleasure, and could remain like this for as long as someone keeps fucking her.
It was late though and nearing time to be alone. Cleo would need a break whether she was aware of it or not, and I wanted to finish the night making love to her. Sam must have been on the edge so I asked him if he wanted to cum.
Cleo loves the feeling of me – or any man – orgasming inside her, so I knew she would want this too. She relishes every element of it. With me she describes the way she can feel my cock swelling to an impossible size, the rigidity of it, the increasing girth, knowing that I am building and building, before I finally explode in her. She especially savours the sensation of my cock pumping cum deep inside her pussy, the stronger and deeper the better. In fact, she loves this feeling so much that even on the rare occasion that she doesn’t orgasm first, she is never disappointed. This would be the perfect way to finish what had been an incredible night.
Still thrusting away, Sam looked at me excitedly.
“Can I?” he asked, as if being offered something he dared not hope for. It seemed a strange response and I felt just the slightest bit guilty for it. I thought, you poor guy, this has all been about us, and you’ve been so accommodating.
“Of course!” I responded. Cleo was still mostly lost but smiled amidst it; she had clearly heard what I had asked and was delighted with the idea.
“No problem then!” he said with a smile that immediately faded to an expression of pleasure as he sunk his cock full depth into Cleo again.
Sam was now on a different mission, repeatedly driving deep into her towards his own climax. Cleo remained as closely entwined with him as she had when her pleasure had been his only aim. He had earned this, and she was going to enjoy it too! He thrust and thrust and thrust and she squirmed around him. His rhythm became faster, then slightly erratic, until finally he thrust hard into her and froze there; his cock must have been pumping away. Her arms remained around him, affectionately, as he enjoyed his own climax.
Tired and sated he withdrew. I didn’t waste any time; I wanted to be back inside my wife where he had cum only moments before. Cleo was still hovering in the heights of erogenous ecstasy so as my aching cock sunk into her and stretched her she wrapped tightly around me to receive me in every way. It was absolute bliss to be in there, my favourite place in the world.
Sam had disappeared but soon returned to say he was leaving. It would have been polite to stop fucking I suppose, but it felt too good. Besides, Sam told us to continue.
“Don’t stop,” he said, “you need time together.”
Later when we discussed it we weren’t sure whether he meant this, or wanted to go without fuss. Either way it didn’t matter. It was very late and the poor guy had to work the next morning, whereas we could sleep in as late as we wished. He had waited patiently without a promise of anything more than a drink.
Well, he did get more than a drink, and we had a lot more than pleasant company for the evening. It had been incredible. We fucked away until I literally exploded inside her, then collapsed and fell asleep in post-coital bliss.
Sam had been great. Cleo had been incredibly comfortable with him, and for the first time with another man she had no regrets. We had never done tag-team fucking before, and Cleo was a new convert. What an incredible feeling, she explained, to have two different men inside you one after another. And then to have them cum inside you…
I cannot disagree, nor can I wait for the next time.
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