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Unconventional Awakening Ch. 01

By: carols_box48



These memories still send currents through my pussy. I hope you enjoy.

Background.

I am a woman in my middle fifties, born and raised in the Midwest, with a conservative upbringing. I remained a virgin by choice and cooperation from my husband, until our wedding night. I am five years older then he is. He was born and raised in New York, with a much less conservative upbringing, and at times the five year difference has seemed like a generation apart, most notably in our sexual relationship.

I am 5’10, currently in my blonde phase, blue eyed, soft 38-B boobs with large pink nipples, a soft ass that is neither full mooned or totally flat and that has enjoyed being stimulated on occasion, long legs and a well groomed pussy that is just recently betraying my upbringing.

I was raised very conservatively, and was sexually innocent until I met my husband, who introduced me to oral sex, something that felt extremely strange at first, and not quite right until after his affair with Pat, ten years after we were married. Don’t get me wrong, it was very pleasurable to be eaten, but I had some difficulty reciprocating. 

And anal sex? Something not even considered for long until I met my husband and not until after Pat came into his life.

We both changed as a result of his meeting Pat.. I was able to enjoy the pleasures of his tongue thrusting into my pussy and flicking my clit, and I slowly overcame my negative thinking on sucking his cock. It wasn’t that I did not enjoy that before, just that I did not enjoy the throbbing that I knew was the pre cursor to his orgasm. After the affair I slowly grew to enjoy just 69’ing on occasion, and the occasions seemed to be happening more frequently over time.

It seemed that Pat and my husband had discussed a lot of their fantasies and desires, as well as acted on them, and I came top realize as we talked after the affair, that I should at least be willing to try some things. Who knows, I might like them. This was true of being more open to exploring oral sex. And it turned out to be true for anal sex.

And regarding my husband’s desire for me to make love to another man, well, that is what this story is all about. 

The Convention –

I recently attended a three day small business workshop several hours from home. I booked a room for myself, as I was going to this alone. My husband was staying home to take care of his small business.

I drove to Chicago, and arrived mid afternoon, in time for pre-registration at the hotel and convention center. After parking my car in the hotel parking ramp, and registering at the front desk, I went up to my room. Since I was alone, I opted for a executive room with a king sized bed. The room was also appointed with the amenities associated with being in business, complete with computer internet access and small refrigerator stocked with goodies. The bathroom was suited for relaxing after a hard day! The bathtub was king sized too. I decided to take advantage of this luxury as I felt a bit un-refreshed after the traveling.

I let the tub fill with warm water and quickly unpacked and settled myself in before the tub was filled. As I said, it was a king sized bathtub. I decided to use the bath scents provide by the hotel and noted that this was a nice touch to let them know that I appreciated. I disrobed and looked in the mirror. The reflection wasn’t all that bad. My boobs are soft and full, with just a faint hint of a droop. For reasons unknown at the time, my nipples were hard, and as I caressed them I felt a jolt surge from them too my pussy. I gently tugged on them, seeing them stretch out a good inch. I had never looked at myself so critically at home, as the mirror in our small bathroom was not one conducive to the type of reflection I was seeing here. It felt weird to caress my boobs, something I had never done before. I ran my hands over them much as I would expect a lover too. And I realized that they were a very decent handful. Seeing my nipples draw taut and pull out a full inch sent shivers downward. I looked downward, and saw a soft belly, only slightly padded, and past that was my recently groomed pussy. What surprised me was the fact that my pussy was damp! I could see a thin coating of what appeared to be sweat on my inner thigh. And my pussy lips were swollen and puffy.

I slowly slid my fingers down my belly, caressing my soft satiny skin, and all the while feeling a tingle in my pussy and juices run down my thigh. It has just been recently, since the start of my HRT following my hysterectomy, that my pussy has been doing this. 

My fingers now grazed my tingly pussy, and I shuddered as I slid a finger into my pussy and was surprised at the amount of juices flowing. I had never let my husband slide his finger in me as much as he would have liked to, as I felt uncomfortable, but now, I felt only shivers, as not one, but two fingers easily slid into me. Two fingers that came out and were oh so wet. Two fingers that quickly and easily were buried back inside, as I closed my eyes and moaned. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they began to explore me inside. It felt weird to have my own fingers sliding in and out of my body, but it also felt extremely arousing, feeling the warm softness of my pussy wrapped around them, and feeling the juices of my building arousal coat them. My fingers continued to fuck me! And I could feel the friction as they slid in and out, and smell the heady aroma of my arousal. My pussy was flowing freely, and I was getting weak in the knees, but I did not want to stop. My other hand traveled back up to my now hard nipples and pulled on them. I opened up my eyes, and watched as the woman in the mirror made love to herself. Her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her pussy lips wet and puffy. Her tits were being tugged on, her nipples sending jolts of sexual energy down to her now very hot pussy. She was oh so close to cumming, as evidenced by the tenseness reflecting back. And I knew that she was not alone. My fingers continued to slide in and out, fucking me, and I was savoring the feeling of being fucked, as my nipples were being teased and stretched out fully. I leaned against the washsink countertop for support as I began to shiver and feel the muscles of my midsection tense up. My pussy gripped my fingers and I felt a new flood of juices flow out, and I pulled on my left nipple until it was stretched out tight, a good inch in length.

My orgasm hit me full blast, and I felt as if I was going to fall. I let go of my engorged nipple and grasped the edge of the countertop with my hand to steady myself as the first wave of what would be one of my most intense orgasms to date crashed over me. My pussy continued to pulsate and spasm as my fingers fucked me. After what seemed like an eternity I was able to open my eyes, and was shocked at the reflection staring back at me. My one nipple was red and swollen and my pussy was just drenched, as was my hand. I was still feeling continual aftershocks course through me, and the scent of sex was overpowering. I reluctantly pulled my fingers from my greedy pussy and brought them to my lips. The scent was intoxicating, and my lips parted slightly as my wet fingertips brushed them. I felt like a sex crazed slut, and it was very erotic. With a soft moan, I slid my wet fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. I shivered as I savored the taste and scent of my own womanhood, enjoying the feeling of naughtiness in the act of giving my fingers a blowjob. It felt so sexy.

After regaining my sense of balance I slid into the tub, and basked in an afterglow not experienced before. My swollen nipples enjoyed the warmth of the water and my pussy slowly stopped tingling, and after feeling I felt sufficiently recovered, I drained the tub and admired the sexy woman in the mirror stepping out of the tub, drops of water clinging to her like dew. She winked to me and looked like a woman who had just been satiated, and she whispered to me that I should enjoy this doing this more often. I couldn’t believe how relaxed yet energized I was.

And famished!

I dressed casually, but with a new eye for what I was wearing. I realized that a wardrobe change was in order. My VS underwear needed some updating. Thank you daughter and husband for encouraging me to buy at VS. But the future me was going to enjoy wearing more contemporary feminine attire, and maybe less of it. I realized for the first time that what you wear underneath can greatly add to how you feel about yourself outwardly, and at the moment I wanted to feel sexy and very feminine, and my garments just didn’t allow me to fully do that in a way that I thought possible.

And then the light went off. And I decided to be risqué. I shed my bra, and replaced my sweater, and the sensations my nipples were experiencing from the rubbing against the sweater was causing my pussy to tingle again! I couldn’t believe it, and I wasn’t intent on stopping it. Plus the slight jiggle I felt as my breasts enjoyed the freedom of movement as I walked just kept sending tremor after tremor down to my pussy. I guess I was hungry in more ways than one. It was time to find a place to satisfy my hunger.

I went down to the front desk, and waited in line behind two gentlemen inquiring as to a good place to eat. I was trying not to eavesdrop and mind my own business, when they suddenly turned around after getting directions, and bumped into me. We all blushed, as they hadn’t realized that anyone was behind them, and I didn’t think that I had been that close to them. Anyway we bumped into one another, and I was immediately aware of my bra-less state of attire, and wondered if they noticed. I did notice as one of them bumped into my boobs, which immediately sent a signal. Up until this moment, none of us paid particular attention to one another, and as we exchanged apologies, we also exchanged names and realized we were all here for the workshop, and at the moment, interested in finding a place to eat. So we agreed to try the place the clerk recommended, which was a short drive, or we could take a cab. We decided on a cab, since we were all unfamiliar with the area, as this was the first time in Chicago for all of us. After the clerk made arrangements for the cab, we walked outside to wait for it, and began talking. We also took greater stock of one another too.

I had a chance as we were making small talk to look at my two gentleman “friends”. They were from Indiana, and owned a photography studio, and were looking for guidance in developing a business plan and marketing strategy. They were good friends who both enjoy the photography end of the business, but felt a need to develop the business end if they were going to be successful. They were approximately the same age, in their early forties, and rather well fit for their age from what I could see. Paul had dark hair and cut close, and Peter had lighter colored hair, also closely groomed. They both had dark brown eyes, and were easy going and easy to talk to. Paul was taller by a couple of inches, at around 5’11, just a bit taller than me. While talking I did notice that they were sizing me up, and I wasn’t sure if this was their “professionalism” showing through, or a more personal sizing. Remembering the inadvertent bump, I blushed slightly but dismissed it.

The cab arrived before we had opportunity to discuss anything beyond where we were from and what we did. So the cab ride allowed us to continue. Paul allowed me to climb in first, and Peter went around to the other side and Paul sat on the other side of me. It all seemed natural enough, and was, for the ride to the restaurant. The ride home, well, that was a new chapter in my life as well.

To Be Continued-

Unconventional Awakening Ch. 02



We were at the restaurant before we knew it, and we didn't know how we got there, as we were deep in conversation on the way to the restaurant. Paul paid the cabbie and he helped me out. As he did, I noticed a look in his eye that seemed to say that he was enjoying himself, and my company. As we walked in, his arm went around my back as we walked through the doors together, and Peter was right behind us. I felt tingly with Paul's hand draped so casually around me, but he didn't seem to notice one bit, so I assumed it was just a normal gesture on his part.

We were seated in a small booth in a small room with several other tables and booths, almost all occupied. We were the only threesome, and I picked up on that immediately, and a tingle teased through me swiftly. The waitperson arrived with a basket of warm bread that teased my nose, and asked if we wanted any cocktails or appetizers. Peter wanted a Wild Turkey with a glass of Seven-Up, Paul ordered a glass of wine. They looked at me and after fidgeting for a moment, thought "What the heck," and ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri. I stated that I generally don't drink, but maybe tonight I should. I saw a small almost imperceptible smile cross both of my friends faces. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but evidently I had begun something. Looking back, I was sure glad that I had.

The drinks arrived in short order, and we enjoyed some of the bread with our drinks as we continued to chat. A few minutes later our waitperson checked back to see if we were ready to order. We hadn't really looked at the menu as of yet, as we were enjoying finding out more about one another and what we hoped this workshop would accomplish for us. So, we decided to take a small break form the conversation, which had been flowing so easily and naturally, to peruse the menu and make up our minds. After a few minutes, the waitperson returned and we were rather speedy in telling him what we would like. After taking our orders, he said he would be back in a few minutes with a salad tray to prepare our salads, and asked if we needed anything else, additional beverages, or anything. No.

So we began where we left off, and as I said, the conversation just flowed.

The waitperson, true to his word, arrived again a few minutes, and prepared a salad for each of us as we wished, and after checking to see if we needed anything, another round perhaps, or anything? I noticed my Daiquiri had evaporated. I was pleasantly surprised, not realizing that I had consumed as much as I had, and blushed at the thought, and request for a second one. And for the first time, I realized that I was feeling a warm glow within. And I knew why I didn't drink much. But at the moment, it all felt right. Peter and Paul, oh my God, the names just hit me! Peter and Paul were better at nursing their beverages, and thus I was the lone order for seconds now. That would change before the evening was over.

More conversation until my drink and our dinners arrived. The conversation continued between small lapses as we ate, and Peter and Paul ordered refills. By the end of dinner I was on my third Daiquiri, and feeling a definite glow, on my cheeks, inwardly, and I realized with a start, sexually. I was beginning to have ideas about my two dinner guests, and we hadn't even engaged in any conversation about our personal lives yet, other than we were all married.

We decided to have an after dinner drink, and continued talking. It was now past ten in the evening, and we were the only ones in the small room. The restaurant closes at eleven, and we were not being encouraged to leave since we were not taking up space that other dinners could occupy.

Our conversational tone was low, and we gradually moved onto more personal things. Peter and Paul were interested in why I was here alone. And after telling them, I asked them why their wives hadn't come with them. It was purely a matter of economics for them. Two could share a room for half of what two rooms would have cost, and the wives thought that they should be here. It all seemed natural enough.

I felt a stirring within. Time to use the powder room. I excused myself, and as I did, both gentlemen stood up, and as Paul did, I accidentally bumped into him a second time. This time I felt my braless breast graze his arm, and a tingle shot true me. I wasn't sure if he knew that I was braless but I was glad I was, and that was a shock.

Three daiquiris helped me to go where I have never gone before. In the powder room I removed my panties, and tweaked my nipple that had just grazed Paul, and a shiver of pleasure shot through me. I slowly returned to the booth, and grazed Paul's back as I sat down. I hoped he noticed my flirtatious move, and I knew my nipples were hard. I casually looked down and realized that my sweater was heavy enough to cover up my growing desire, but if one looked closely enough two small bumps were visible.

I looked at Paul, and he smiled, and I think he saw what I was hoping he would. I got my answer, as I felt his hand softly on my leg, first near my knee, then slowly moving upward. With a shock, I realized what was happening, and that I not only had started it, but was hoping that I was appealing enough to this recent acquaintance for him to see me as interesting in more than just a "professional" or small business way. And it wasn't just Paul that drew my attention. Until now, we were all just new acquaintances who had just met serendipitously. And now, my afternoon indulgence was being revisited, with my encouragement.

The conversation was becoming more personal and intimate. I do believe that our beverages had something to do with that. We started talking about our families, and what we enjoyed about them. Gradually the conversation became more intimate yet, as we discussed what we found attractive in someone. At first general, but soon more personal.

At this point our waitperson stopped by one last time to let us know that the restaurant was soon closing, and that we needed to leave to allow them to clean up. We called for a cab, and waited briefly outside.

A cab pulled up, and once again Paul opened the door and let me in. Peter went around to the other door and entered. I was once again seated between Peter and Paul, but this time, it was much warmer. Paul let his hand rest on my knee, and Peter caught this. I made no move to push his hand away, and Paul slowly worked his hand up my leg to my thigh. I again did not discourage this, and just sighed.

Peter was unsure of what to make of this, and I just closed my eyes, and smiled, and sighed. I guess that was all it took. I guess I wasn't too bad looking, or too old. I felt Peter's hand on my other knee, before his too moved up. I continued to just sit there with my eyes closed, and breathe more deeply.

I think my boobs were giving me away, as they rose and fell with my breathing. I slowly caressed my breasts, hoping that they would know that I was braless. I was feeling so horny! My pussy was twitching. And my nipples were sending shooting electrical current to my pussy. I hadn't been with anyone other than my husband, and had rarely fooled around in a car, let alone a cab, and here I was encouraging my rear seat companions to be more intimate.

The cab came to a sudden stop, and we realized we were back at the hotel. My breathing was somewhat erratic, and my legs felt rubbery. Paul once again paid the fare, and the cabbie smiled at him as we exited. I guess he knew what was happening. I was glad that we were in a strange town. As Paul helped me out of the cab, he threw his arm around my waist to help support me, as my legs were feeling rubbery. After a few seconds, I was more steady, and we walked into the hotel, Paul's hand around me once again, just like the restaurant, but with a firmer, more intimate grip. And Peter was beside me too.

As the elevator doors closed, Paul pulled me to him and we kissed, our tongues exploring one another's mouths, while Peter caressed me. We pressed for our respective floors and laughed. We were all pressing for the same floor! We realized we hadn't found out where our rooms were when we first bumped into one another, and didn't know until we unconsciously were going to press the floor number now. We continued to act like sex starved teenagers until the elevator slowed, and we realized that we were approaching our floor level. We pulled apart and made arrangements to get together for a night cap in my room in a half hour.

Planned?

Maybe!

To Be Continued...



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 03



I was a mixture of emotions as I entered my room, and wondered if the same was true for Paul and Peter. I immediately peeled off my sweater and jeans, and noticed that the crotch of my jeans was soaked! I was embarrassed, and glad. Glad that my jeans were of the heavier material, and contained my excitement, as I noticed a heady scent of arousal greeting my nostrils.

I suddenly felt an urge to sniff the wetness, and as I did my nipples felt a tingle and my pussy twitched. What was happening to me? I felt like I was becoming a horny teenager, something I wasn't when I was younger. I inhaled the intoxicating aroma and rubbed the rough wet material against my face and kissed the crotch of my own jeans. I then sucked on the wetness and trembled.

I threw down the soaked jeans, and went into the bathroom to refresh myself. I looked in the mirror and was amazed at the reflection of the woman within. She was glowing. Her nipples were hard and erect. And her well groomed pussy was covered with dew. And the person staring at her was feeling a continuous wave of tingles course though her.

I stepped into the shower and lathered my breasts and felt the tingles continue. My nipples were so stiff. And I nearly slipped as the soft roughness of the terry cloth washcloth rubbed my pussy, and grazed my clit. For some reason, I felt a need to make sure my buns and rosebud were also squeaky clean. After I was confident that I was squeaky clean I dried off quickly and slipped on a bath robe supplied by the hotel, and just as I was securing the belt, I heard a knock at my door. My heart leaped as I went to it and asked who was there.

"Paul," followed by "Peter."

I opened the door, and they quickly stepped in. I could smell the scent of aftershave, and both Paul and Peter's hair were still somewhat wet. They both looked kind of sexy with their hair not completely dry. They were dressed in jeans and sweaters, and wearing loafers. I felt practically naked in my robe. I could almost feel my boobs sway and jiggle as I walked, and noticed that both Paul and Peter were enjoying the sight before them.

Given the lateness of the hour, and the fact that we had to be ready for our respective workshop programs by 9:00 later this morning, we knew the nightcap was going to be a short one. Or so we thought.

I asked both Paul and Peter if they wanted anything, thinking of a drink. They both said yes, but were not referring to beverages. Paul came up to me and embraced me, and our mouths came together automatically. The scent of his aftershave assailed my nostrils, and the taste of toothpaste was delicious on his tongue, which was busy exploring my mouth. I felt weak in the knees as he kissed me, and was glad for his strong embrace. 

My breasts were crushed against him, and I could feel a hardness pressing against me. The feeling of his hardness made my nipples tingle and my pussy throb. We continued to kiss for a few moments, and then I felt Peter's presence behind me. His soft warm breath nuzzling my neck and his hands softly massaging my back. It felt like my pussy was dripping! 

Paul broke off the kiss and we regained our breathing. I realized we were all very excited, but also a bit nervous. Where was this heading? I was practically naked, with my nipples aching to be touched, caressed, softly or maybe not so softly tugged and my pussy on fire. And both Paul and Peter, although still fully dressed, the hardness in their jeans giving away their desire, as well as the look in their eyes. I had never experienced this type of arousal before, nor ever felt that I could have this effect on another man, let alone two men.

Here I was now, knowing that I wanted to make love, not to just one man, but two. Something I had scoffed at, repeatedly during conversations of fantasies with my husband. Why had I been such a fool? The idea of making love to and being made love from two men was filling my mind with all sorts of erotic images. God, how I wanted to feel a cock fill my mouth while another cock fucked my pussy. What was happening to me?

I think Paul and Peter were also weighing their thoughts. The hour was now past one, and we decided to sleep on our thoughts and feeling. There was a very high current electricity in the air, one that surged though each of us.

I kissed Peter good night, and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue dancing in my mouth. Both men were good kissers! And Peter slowly stuck his hand in my robe and caressed my breast as we ended our kiss. The look of desire told me that he enjoyed what he had felt, and the wetness between my legs told me that I wanted more.

Before they left, they wanted to see what they were going to miss, if that was all right with me. I said turnabout was fair play, if I showed them what they were going to miss now they would have to show me what I was going to miss. The throb in their jeans gave me the answer.

So, since it was two to one, I said that one of them would have to show first. Paul opted to be the one, stood up, and slowly stripped. My breath caught in my throat as he stripped, as I never have had a man strip for me in a way that was to be sexy. I watched as he pulled his sweater over his chest, enjoying the hairiness and pretty well kept form. 

I giggled as he pulled his sweater off completely enjoying his tousled appearance. 

I gasped as he began to remove his jeans, and understood why his bulge was so evident. He wasn't wearing any underwear! And the first sight of his cock nearly dropped me to my knees. It was very firm, with a bulbous circumcised head. His balls were a handful, and he must have been a good seven inches in length and two inches in diameter. My knees were giving out. I sat down on the edge of the bed.

When he stepped out of his jeans, I was in a trance. I knew that I wanted him. To make love to him. And feel him making love to me. To have that cock fill me, and feed me a load of his cum. I was wondering what it would feel like to feel his cock slide into me, filling me, fucking me. What was happening to me?

He let me know that it was now my turn to make good, as he sat down in a seat near Peter. Slowly I stood up, on at first unsteady feet. I played with the belt to my robe, and slowly it opened. It fell to the floor, but I held the robe closed at the waist. I slowly pulled open the top part of the robe, feeling like s stripper, hearing stripper music playing in my head. I gyrated as I opened just the top of the robe.

I could see that both Paul and Peter were almost holding their breath. Did I have this much power? Did they have similar ideas of wanting to make love to me that I had of them? The music continued to play in my head, and my breasts were now bare, my nipples hard. Paul's cock gave a twitch as I caressed one breast and then the other. And they both moaned when I tugged on one nipple, stretching it taut. It felt incredibly sexy, and I was aroused as I felt my turgid nipple between my fingers.

I was imaging that one of them was stretching out my nipple, seeing just how far it could be pulled out from my boob. Ohh were my juices flowing!

I couldn't take it any longer, and I quickly opened my robe. Now it was their turn to gasp, as my pussy was very wet, and the scent of my arousal filled the air. I shrugged off the robe and slowly turned around, so that they could see my ass. And I did something I never did before. I bent down at the waist, and spread my buns apart, looking at their faces, and bulges, as they looked at my rosebud, and pussy, all wet and juices flowing down my thigh. My boobs were hanging down, and according to my husband look awfully damn good when they hang down like this. I slowly ran a finger from my wet pussy to my ass, and caught my breath when the tip of my finger touched my rosebud. Evidently all parts of me were feeling aroused. And judging by my captive audience's responses, they were on the edge too.

I slowly stood up, and turned around, as naked as Paul, and evidently just as excited. I sat down on the edge of my bed, and Paul who was sitting in a chair next to Peter as I put on my show, came over to me and sat next to me. I felt a shiver go up and down my body as Paul seated himself, feeling the warmth of his body so close to me, and knowing that we were both naked. I looked down at Paul's crotch and enjoyed the view of his erect hard cock rising from his groin.

The shaft was coursed with veins and I imagined that the blood was surging through them keeping his card rock hard. Paul seemed to enjoy my overt looks at his cock, and leaned back on his hands, so that his cock was easily accessible. Oh, what were his thoughts? 

What would he have done if I was to lower my lips to his cockhead, graze it with my warm breath, wondering if I was going to kiss him? I admit I had thoughts of lowering my head, making it obvious that I was open to exploring his lovely cock with my lips. Yes, I wanted to feel the tip of his cock grazing my lips. My lips brushing the tip, feeling the satiny smoothness of his cockhead pressed against my lips.

Would Paul let me be in charge? Would he allow me to decide how I wanted to make love to his cock? Would he have the patience? Would he allow me to tease him with my lips, and then feel his cock slide into my willing mouth, feeling his monster filling my mouth fully. Would I swallow his cock? Would I be able to take him entirely into my mouth? Would I gag? Or would I be able to gradually let myself relax and feel his cock slide deeper and deeper into my hungry mouth, until it was buried in me. I looked at Paul with a sense of longing, and then looked back to Peter.

And now it was Peter's turn.

Peter took a few seconds before he stood up. I think he was as weak kneed as I was before. He pulled off his sweater, revealing a nice torso for a 40 something guy. I noticed his nipples were hard, and wondered if that was a sign of arousal. It wasn't cold in my room, far from it, it was hot! His chest was also covered in a fine down of brownish hair. I wondered what it would feel like to have his hairy chest rubbing against my boobs, our nipples rubbing against each other. I was turning into such a slut!

The sound of a zipper being pulled down brought me out of my reverie. I licked my lips as I watched Peter slowly pull down his jeans, and noticed he was having difficulty sliding it past his bulge. And he too wore no underwear. When peter finally managed to drop his jeans below his hardness, I was treated to a nice view of a cock different from Paul's.

Peter's cock was just as firm, but not as think, but made up for in length. Up until now, I was used to my husband's cock, which up until now I had found fulfilling. Peter's cock looked to be a good eight inches plus in length, and about an inch and a half in girth. The head of his cock wasn't as bulbous as Paul's, but all in all, I was horny as hell. I wanted to experience both of these men as lovers. Peter's balls were bigger than Paul's and hung down in his sac. Peter slowly pulled on his cock, as if showing it off to me from different angles. He stoked it and enjoyed my reaction as it twitched, and a drop of fluid oozed out of the tip. Peter cupped his balls in his hand showing me how soft they were. And then Peter turned around, showing us his muscular butt.

He mimicked me, and bent down from the waist, and parted his legs. He pulled apart his buns, and his hairy rosebud winked at me. I wondered what it was like to kiss and lick a man's ass. I enjoyed having my ass licked and kissed, as a prelude to more invasive stimulation. But what would it feel like to kiss and lick a man's butt? Would he enjoy it? 

So many new questions had flooded through me today. Questions I was sure I would have dismissed as perverted or yucky before, but now seemed not only ones that made me tingle with excitement, but were challenging me to keep an open mind. Was my husband correct? Would I be a totally different woman if I just let myself go? Could I be a totally sexy and desirable lady who could be in control and enjoy sex in ways unimaginable, if only I could allow myself to think beyond what I had been brought up to think?

All three of us were now naked, and I must admit I was enjoying seeing Paul's and Peter's hard cocks. They both jutted out from their groins at an angle yet seemed to defy gravity. I was having ideas about both of them, wanting them to make love to me, but fearful of these thoughts too. Plus we all knew that we should have been asleep a while ago. What do we do? My passions told me one thing, and the small rational part of my brain told me another. We all seemed to be nervous at this point. I was amazed at having two rather good looking men in my room naked, with cocks very hard. I was also amazed that I too was as naked as they were, and I could see the hunger in their eyes. A hunger that both furthered my arousal and desire to submit to my lust, as well as a newly formed sense of what I could be.

To be continued... 



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 04



Paul stood up first, and I followed his lead. Peter moved closer to us, and we were silent. What do we do? Do we really have the nerve to go farther? Were we all succumbing to the beverages we enjoyed earlier? Would that be a real excuse? Paul took my hand, and pulled me closer to him. We kissed again, this time with more passion. So much for where we were heading. My body was telling me to cut lose. Evidently so was Paul's. 

My nipples were sending constant electrical pulses to my pussy as his chest mashed mine. His cock was nuzzled between my thighs, rubbing my pussy, driving me crazy. Our tongues danced with increasing tempo as our hands roamed freely over one another's body. His hands cupped my ass and softly pulled my buns apart. My rosebud tingled as it felt exposed. I enjoyed playing with his ass.

And Peter came up behind me once again, pressing himself against me as he breathed softly on my neck his hands caressing my sides, working ever so slowly lower. I think we were making our choices. I was not sure what the morning would bring, nor now, but I was committed to seeing where this moment led, forgetting about why I had come to Chicago.

I somehow disengaged myself from between Paul and Peter, and laid down at an angle on the king sized bed. I was already leaving a growing wet spot on the rumpled sheets as my juices continued to flow freely. My breasts looked like perfect hills, with my hard nipples acting as beacons. Paul came over to the side of my bed and his cock was just above my head. I smiled widely, as my fingers moved upward, and wrapped themselves around his cock. It took my two hands to do his cock justice.

I wanted his cock in my mouth, and I licked my lips sensuously.

I think he got the message, and slowly knelt down by the side of the bed. If I laid my head backwards I could have my wicked ways with his lovely cock. I laid my head over the edge of the bed, and opened my lips. I grasped his cock and brought the tip to my lips and grazed the head of his cock with my lips, rubbing his cock all over my lips and face. I inhaled the fragrance of his freshly washed cock mixed with a scent of masculine muskiness. I felt his balls slide over my forehead as I continued to enjoy the facial massage his cock was giving me. I held up his cock and looked at his balls, and wondered what he would do if I were to kiss them, or suck on them. I was planning on finding out later. But for now, I wanted to see what it felt like to have this monster fill my hungry mouth.

Peter was providing a distraction though. It was hard to concentrate entirely on my lust for Paul as Peter was slowly teasing me with his fingers, busy caressing and massaging my soft electrified tits and tweaking my hard nipples. While his hands were working their digital magic, his lips and tongue were exploring lower down. I gasped when I felt his lips brush my gash, hoping that he would slip his tongue out and into my pussy. I parted my legs, and felt him move. His tongue slid into my pussy lapping up some of my juices, and I heard him moan. Evidently he was enjoying lapping up my juices, as was I. I was one horny bitch in need of a good licking and fucking! What was coming over me?

Peter continued to lap at my wanton pussy, thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy and lapping at it like a kitten. His hands moved down from my breasts as he took my ankles in his hands and pushed them upward until my thighs nearly touched my tummy, my knees brushing my sensitive breasts.

My ass was now parted and my rosebud exposed.

Peter slowly licked me from my pussy down between my buns. He teased me as he kissed and licked my buns, all the while making me wonder if...

If came, as I felt his lips press against my rosebud, his tongue flicking the soft round ring of my ass. I raised my ass involuntarily as he pleasured me there. New thoughts now entered my mind and new desires spread through me. My gentleman friends and I were going to have a live porno party. I was looking forward to be fucked in every willing, and available opening. I wanted to be fucked silly. Two cocks. All of a sudden ideas were streaming through my mind. I was willing to try anything, and looking forward to seeing what my men had in mind. Could I come up with ideas that would leave them gasping?

I took a new hold on Paul's cock and fed it into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, and slowly sucked him deep. I was a slut, flowing like a river. I savored Paul's cock as it filled my mouth, feeling the heat and hardness. I massaged his cock with my tongue, and he moaned and braced himself on me. The heat radiating from his cock aroused me further, and I enjoyed feeling the big vein running the length of his cock pulsate. He moaned as I gently bit down, enjoying the spongy yet firm tissue that was filling my mouth. My tongue caressed the ridge just below the head of his gorgeous cock, and my tongue sensed the little nubbins surrounding the base of this ridge. I was enjoying sucking a cock for the very first time in a way, as I allowed my senses to roam freely. I wondered what Paul was experiencing?

Was my sucking his cock different from anything he had experienced before? Did he wonder what it felt like to me to have his cock filling my mouth? Was he aware of the heat his cock was giving off? Did he feel the veins pulsate? How did it feel to have is cock being licked by my tongue? Did he enjoy it when I bit down, feeling the spongy firmness of his manhood? Did he enjoy having my lips firmly wrapped around his cock, feeling them slide against his shaft as he fucked my mouth? Did he feel his balls slapping against my forehead? Was I an intimate lover, or just a opportunity? I would have been devastated had I thought Paul and Peter just saw me as a vehicle for their pleasure. Was my pleasure important to them? Things had moved faster than conversation allowed. We were acting on hormones, lust, passion, whatever term would justifiably describe seizing the moment in our minds. I hoped that Paul was experiencing something new and very special. I knew I was! And Peter's distractions gave me hope that they were interested in my pleasure and well being. Time would show that we were genuinely concerned with each other. A relationship was being forged in the heat of the moment would mold something that went beyond this brief time in Chicago. 

Paul's hands were working my aching tits, as I continued to give him the blowjob of my life. I was possessed, as I continued to suck, lick, and nibble on his cock, feeling more and more of it fill my mouth. I was able to relax my throat muscles and feel his cock slip deeper. I felt so hot as I continued to work his cock in my mouth. I enjoyed the feeling of his balls on my forehead, and could feel them constrict. And I enjoyed the feeling as he fucked my mouth. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. To feel him fill me, and slide it in and out. Knowing that he was totally helpless to do anything but enjoy being orally pleasured. I hoped that this blowjob ranked up there as an all time best. I was trying my best to make a good first impression.

I gripped Paul's ass and pulled him deeper into my hungry mouth, feeling the heat of his meat in me. I was getting more and more aroused knowing that Paul wanted to fuck my face. And I enjoyed playing with his ass. I slowly let my fingers caress his rosebud, and felt a jolt go through both of us as my finger rubbed his ass. I felt an urge to press my finger harder, to feel his ass open up and let my fingertip in.

Which was what Peter was doing to me as he ate me. He had returned to licking my pussy, and sucking and flicking my clit. And he would sometimes slide his tongue from my clit to my ass, kissing it and slipping the tip of his tongue into me. That made me jump every time. There was something very arousing about feeling Peter's tongue slide from my pussy to my ass and back.

I knew that I was going to enjoy having my pussy and ass pleasured. I shivered as I thought about having a hard cock fill my pussy and one buried in my ass. I wanted to be double teamed. I wanted to feel them fill my pussy and ass with their hard cocks and fuck me. I wanted to feel their bodies press me between them as their cock's were buried deep in me. I wanted to feel them explode, filling my pussy and my ass with their cum. And I wanted to feel their cum ooze out of me. What was happening to me?

Here I was laying on my back, my breasts being squeezed as I had my mouth filled with the biggest cock I had ever had there, and my pussy and ass were being orally pleasured by the best friend of the owner of the cock filling my mouth.

What did I want?

To be continued... 



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 05



I wanted to finish what I started. Correction, what we started! Would Paul be able to get hard again? I hoped so. But for now, I wanted to feel Paul's cock fuck my mouth, getting closer. I wanted to feel his cock twitch and throb as it filled my mouth. I have come to enjoy pleasuring my husband orally, but this was different. My desire now was purely driven by a lust I never had known, one my husband had wished I had. Why now? Why with someone other than my husband. How would my husband react if I was doing to him what I wanted to do to Paul? My desire to want to swallow my lover's essence.

Paul was getting close, his breathing was getting deeper and more rapid, and he was getting more jerky. Suddenly I felt his balls tighten and his cock throb. Paul groaned as spurt after spurt of thick sticky salty cum erupted from his cock.

I swallowed as much of his essence as I could. I wanted it all. I felt this desire to be able to swallow all of his cum, to not miss a single drop. But that was not to be as I couldn't swallow fast enough and some of his cum oozed out of my mouth and down my cheeks. I continued to suck on his cock until his cock stopped throbbing, and no longer dribbled droplets of a much less viscous nature. I enjoyed feeling his still hot cock soften in my mouth. Feeling the hardness melt away into this very suckable, spongy, warm, soft, pleasure stick. I continued to softly suck his cock until it was clean. 

He rolled off and to the side. He was spent. And I was all sticky and gooey. It did feel sexy to be glistening and coated with this white sticky, gooey covering, and I enjoyed the scent of his cum on me. It was a musky type scent, and I rubbed his cum all over my face, neck, and breasts.

My breasts were very sensitive and the feeling of rubbing his cum all over them made me buck against Peter's mouth as he continued to eat me with abandon.

I slid up a bit so my head was back up on the bed, and I felt a huge wet spot from where Paul's cream had overflowed. It felt very cool and very stick. Houseservice was going to earn their keep. I blushed at the thought!

I gently moved Peter's head between my thighs, and enjoyed seeing his very wet face. He once again grasped my ankles and pushed them upward until my knees touched my chest. He once again slipped his tongue from my clit down, into my pussy and tongue fucked me a few times before slipping down lower, licking and teasing me. Until he reached my ass. He did not disappoint. I wanted his tongue fucking my ass, getting it good and wet. I was now able to concentrate on what he was doing to me, and I wanted to feel something filling my ass.

He slipped his tongue from my ass and worked it back up to my pussy. It was extremely erotic to have his tongue go from my ass to my pussy, and felt oh so good. But it was time to do more to my ass. I wanted to feel it being filled. I told Peter to start using his fingers and finger fuck my ass.

He began with one and pressed the tip against my wet rosebud. My rosebud parted with a little persuasion and I felt his finger slide into my ass, while his lips and tongue were busy pleasuring my pussy. I was getting so close. Peter continued to enflame my ass with one finger, and then I felt the pressure of a second finger trying to slip in. After a moment of resistance, this second welcomed intruder pressed forward. It felt incredible as his two fingers sawed in and out and parted and explored different areas within me. My ass was developing an itch that would surely need to be scratched, unlike anything I ever felt before.

Peter continued to eat my sopping wet pussy and finger fuck me. I didn't make it easy for him as I bucked harder and harder as my orgasm approached. I could feel my pussy muscles begin to tense as did my chest muscles. And his fingers continued to pleasure my other orifice. It was a matter of time before I exploded. I pulled his face tighter against my pussy rubbing my clit against his lips moaning as I came, begging him to eat me and fuck me. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me, and Peter was drenched.

As my orgasm subsided, I slowly let go on my grasp of Peter's head. Had he been able to breath? He came up for air, gasping but the smile told me he enjoyed the ride. His cock told the same story. The bed was in shambles with big wet spots. The room had the unmistakable scent of sex. So this is what sex smelled like. It was definitely heady.

Peter climbed up on the bed and his cock grazed my body. I wanted to fee his cock in my mouth and pulled on it. He brought it to my lips and I pulled him into my mouth. I sucked half of his cock in one stroke, before gently biting down. His balls slapped at my chin. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes and wondered if he wanted anything else.

I was rewarded. He wanted to fuck me. And I wanted to feel his 8" piece of meat fill my pussy. Paul's cock was semi hard again, but for the moment, he was content to watch. This was fine with me. I wondered what it felt like to be a porn star, and it was adding to my arousal to have another person watch us make love. Another first for me, and as I continued this walk on a side I had never dreamed I would ever be taking. Would I or we have any regrets? 

To be continued -



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 06



I was game. He turned around and straddled my face. His cock grazed my lips while he was still on his knees. I wondered what would happen if he pushed downward? How much of his cock could I swallow? I was game to see. And I was game to feel his lips and tongue get my pussy ready to be fucked. His lips kissed my clit before sliding down and thrusting in and out of my pussy.

My pussy was more than ready for a fucking! I gave his cock an idea of what my pussy wanted as I sucked him fully into my mouth, making sure he could feel the friction of my tightly pursed lips around his shaft. His cock was thinner than Paul's, but longer. It could fill my mouth in ways that Paul's couldn't and vice versa. I was glad for the differences between my new lovers.

I noted the differences between Paul's and Peter's cocks. I was obsessed. I enjoyed feeling Peter's cock fill my mouth, feeling the heat of his meat. It was exciting to wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, and feel the hardness of his desire, as my lips brushed my fingers. I had 8 inches of his manhood in my hand and in my mouth, and slowly I slid my hand backward so that more of his cock was available to be swallowed. I enjoyed his slow, gentle thrusting, his cock feeling so good in my hand, and in my mouth, his cock glistening from my saliva as he pushed back and forth. I slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, all the while my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, much as I anticipated my rosebud would be doing shortly.

Peter alternated between flicking my pleasure hardened clit with his tongue, and sinking his tongue deep into my pussy, lapping up my juices. And just to keep me on edge, he slid his slick tongue down between my slippery wet cheeks to tongue fuck my rosebud. It felt delicious to have his tongue thrust against my shiny glistening ass. I could feel the tip of his tongue slip past my rosebud, and just tease the warm satiny folds of my waiting hole. He sure did know how to get a woman ready to be willingly violated in her tightest of holes. My buns were thrusting up to meet his wonderful slippery tongue. My rosebud was ready to blossom! 

I pulled Peter's cock out of my mouth with a load wet pop and asked if he was ready to fuck me. I needed a good hard fuck. Was he ready?

He pulled off me and turned around. He grasped my ankles once again and put the head of his hard cock just at my pussy lips. My pussy was wet and open and ready to devour him. I wanted his cock buried in me. He slowly teased his cock into me, and my head rolled to one side as I thought I was going to pass out. Peter's cock filled me in a way my husband wasn't able to, no fault of his as he had encouraged me to think about making love to another man. Peter's cock slid in and my pussy which was twitching, gripping him. He kept his cock buried in me for a while before beginning to fuck me. I felt as if I was going to lose consciousness. Peter continued to fuck me, filling my pussy with his marvelous cock. My pussy was oozing, and I could feel my juices teasing my ass.

Peter looked down and saw that my rosebud was glistening. He smiled at me as he pulled out his rock hard cock, and winked as he teased me by sliding his pussy soaked cockhead down.

Until it was pressing at my ass. My smile back was all he needed. I was open to having him fuck me in my ass. In fact, secretly I was hoping to feel his cock fill my ass. He continued to press, and slowly my rosebud opened. My rosebud offered little resistance, but just before his cock struck home, he pulled out.

Peter locked eye contact with me, as he slowly slid downward. He held my gaze as I saw his lips sink below the valley of my new found joy. His lips brushed my skin just below my sopping wet pussy, and his tongue licked downward.

Jab. His tongue thrust against my rosebud. His lips pressed against me there as he blow softly on my now twittering rosebud. He then thrust in rapid succession against me, each thrust meeting with less and less resistance. With one last longer thrust, I felt his tongue split my rosebud, and the tip of his tongue make contact with the warm soft inner folds of my tingling ass. And all of a sudden my rosebud was left bare, as he crawled back up me, kissing and licking as he went, giving my insie a quick peck, before sucking one and then my other nipple into his mouth. I nearly bucked him when he stretched my nipple taunt, pulling it until it nearly hurt. But hurt soo good. His lips were a good inch plus from my boob, with my nipple stretched to the max. I was shaking with desire. What was coming over me. 

He released my nipple from his mouth with a big smile, knowing that he was turning this 50 plus lady on with a vengeance.

I could feel the head of his cock pressing at my now very wet hole. His tonguelashing had made my hole ready to be invaded. He pressed his cock harder and with a pop, my rosebud parted and his cock entered my waiting ass. He hesitated a moment, until I pushed upward, encouraging him to sink his cock deeper into me. His cock began to slowly fill me, and as his cock slid deeper and deeper into me, he kissed me.

I gasped as his lips, wet with my juices, and tasting like my pussy and other willing orifice, coated my lips with me. I opened my lips and received his tongue into my warm mouth, savoring the new found taste of who I am. What would have seemed repulsive in time gone by, now was exciting and seemed natural. We continued to enjoy the dance between our two tongues, until I felt his balls slap at my buns. I realized then that I had his cock buried to the hilt in me. I savored the moment, trying to encapsulate the feelings and sensations coursing through me. To preserve this moment.

To be continued...



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 07



I had wanted to feel his cock going deeper, until he was buried in my hot, glove like tightness of my ass to the hilt. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me in my ass. To ravage me, or was I ravaging him? I wasn't being raped or plundered, but a willing participant in wild moment of unbridled passion. I was fucking his cock with my ass as much as he was fucking my ass with his cock. The feeling of being stretched and filled here was so different from the fullness my pussy experienced in making love. At first, it stung as his cock split my rosebud, but that sting only lasted but a few moments, after the head of his cock "popped" into me. And the ensuing sensations are hard to describe. I was a whirlpool of emotions and feelings. We were becoming one in a very personal and intimate way. I wanted this! I didn't feel used, but pleasured. 

My eyes were closed as my brain tried top process all the sensory information, the sense of being filled fully. His cock created a feeling of fullness unlike that of being fucked in my pussy. I slowly came to really enjoy the feeling of having my ass stuffed. I contemplated what a DP might be like. To feel two lovers cocks buried in me, with only the thin membrane separating them. Feeling two cocks fill two holes that evidently enjoyed being filled and fucked. Would Paul and Peter share my fantasy? Time would tell. What was I thinking? Who was this person who had come to Chicago as a mid-western raised housewife and was now actively being fucked in the ass by someone I had just met a few hours earlier. Was this party animal always there? Why had she come out to play now? 

Peter pulled his cock back, then slammed his cock into my ass until it was buried. I felt his balls slapping my buns, bringing me out of my reverie, with a gasp. The pressure was exquisite. It felt like a glove was wrapped around his cock. I was tingly knowing that I had all of his cock in my ass. I wondered if I would be able to enjoy Paul's cock in my ass as much as I was enjoying Peter's. The answer to this question would be answered later.

Speaking of Paul, he was content at the moment to enjoy the show. His cock evidently getting ideas, but for now, Paul was smiling as he saw his good friend fuck me. I was surprised that I would feel so unabashed at having another man present while I was making love, but tonight was evidently a coming out party. I asked Paul to stroke his cock as Peter continued to make love to me. My pussy throbbed as I watched Paul caress his cock, his fingers barely able to wrap themselves around his growing desire. 

My fingers found their way to my slippery pussy, and began to rub my clit, which I coated with my juices, and throbbed as my thumb and forefinger rolled it. I hadn't masturbated before until this afternoon, and now, it just seemed natural to stimulate my sensitive parts. My fingers seemed to know just how to roll my clit to get me to hump Peter's cock as he fucked me. And my fingers had no problems sliding down and reaching within me, hooking back and teasing me. I looked at Paul as he continued to slowly stroke his cock, the tip of which was now glistening with his dew. I pulled my wet fingers out of my pussy and brushed them across my lips. I slowly let one finger slide into my mouth, sucking it clean, all the while looking into Paul's eyes. What was on his mind?

I pulled my finger out and smiled at Paul, as I crooked my finger at him. I didn't have to say anything, as my lips formed a perfect "O". He slid over to me and knelt. His cock grazed my cheek, leaving a trail of his dew on it. I turned slightly, and his cock found it's mark. And I humped Peter! 

Peter continued to tease my ass as he buried it deep in my ass, and then slowly pulled back. There was something naughty about being fucked in the ass and enjoying it. I had told Peter that I wanted him to pound my ass, to drill me, to fuck my ass hard. I wanted to feel his cock fucking me hard! I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in my ass with a passion. Several times Peter pulled out his cock entirely, before plunging it back deeply into me, impaling me.

When he withdrew and refilled me, it was particularly tingly. My rosebud felt on fire, as it continued to wrap itself tightly around the invading cock, gripping it firmly. I enjoyed the feeling that coursed through my rosebud. A feeling of violation and intrusion, as well as a feeling of accepting something wonderful and being one in the most intimate of ways. 

I continued to enjoy having Paul's cock fill my mouth with his hardness, seeing it all wet and shiny from my saliva. I was enjoying the rhythm of my lover's cocks as they slid in and out, one in my mouth, and one in my ass, when all of a sudden I felt Peter's cock slip out of my with a squishy "pop". 

I pulled out Paul's cock from my mouth with a pop too, and looked at Peter. What was the matter? Was something wrong? Peter had pulled his cock from my now warm and stretched ass and was looking at his cock. He then looked at me with a questioning look. I was immediately nervous. Was it dirty? Gross? He wanted to know if I wanted to look. I asked him "Should I?" He answered "Yes". So, it couldn't be that bad. He stood up and let go of my ankles. He brought his still rock hard cock closer to me. I couldn't see anything. That was his point. His cock looked clean. He brought it still closer, so close I could see it very close and personal.

And then he surprised me by pressing it to my lips. My immediate reaction was to look away, but his cock brushed my cheek, and I turned back. His cock grazed my lips again, and this time I opened them. His cock had a new scent. It was a mixture of pussy and something more musky. My lips tentatively wrapped around his cock and I tasted me. An electrical jolt shot through me as I realized that I was sucking his cock, and that his cock had just been deep in my ass.

I was turned on by sucking his cock. What a tingly revelation! I could never have imagined that I would enjoy having my lover's cock fill my mouth just after he had the pleasure of being buried to the hilt in my hot tight ass. I was turned on knowing that his cock had been in my ass, and was now in my mouth! I couldn't think of anything more erotic than that. I knew that I would be doing this again. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and with a grin told him to do it again. His cock twitched as I said it, and he nearly lost his balance. I was becoming a nympho. And I was enjoying it.

Peter quickly slid back down and grasped my ankles and raised my legs up and slid his now saliva coated cock back into my now willing ass and fucked me deep. A new thought flashed through me and I asked Peter if he would alternate between fucking my pussy and my ass. He just moaned and buried his cock in my tingly ass and then slipped it into my sopping wet pussy. I was twitching. It felt wickedly delicious to be fucked in both my holes. Peter continued to fuck my pussy and ass for a while, and then I told him I wanted him to fuck my ass deep and hard, and then pull out and fuck my face. I felt his cock jerk as he plunged it deep into my ass and moved it around. He then pulled out, and immediately brought his cock to my waiting mouth.

And I devoured his cock, letting it slip past my lips and deep into my hungry mouth. I enjoyed tasting the mixture of my pussy and ass on his cock. It made me tingle as I knew I was sucking his cock that had just pleasured my pussy and ass. But I wanted more. I wondered if he would be open to eating me. Would he feel as aroused eating my pussy knowing that he had fucked me in both my pussy and my ass?

I asked him to 69 me, and I got my answer. He was horny enough. I felt him position himself so that he could eat me. And I nearly came when his tongue slipped into my pussy.

And I did cum when I felt warm breath on my sensitive ass, and a tongue trying to go where Peter's cock had been. Paul was evidently aroused enough to see what my ass tasted like. His continued tongue lashing sent me over the top, and I filled Peter's mouth with my orgasm.

I continued to cum as two tongues lashed at my most private parts. Evidently Peter and Paul were intent on seeing just how much I could orgasm at one time, as their tongues lapped at my pussy and ass. Paul kept thrusting his tongue past my rosebud, and this kept me cumming. I knew that there was no turning back, that anal sex was going to be an active part of my future.

Eventually the tidal waves gave way to slow lapping waves as my pussy ached and the twitching in my rosebud receded and I was able to regain my breath.

It was now past 3 in the morning!

And Peter hadn't cum yet.

And Paul felt like he was ready for making love again.

To be continued... 



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 08



Peter hadn't cum yet, and it was after 3:00 in the morning. We had been making love for over three hours. I wanted Peter to cum and I wanted to feel him cumming in me. I was open to all sorts of possibilities, and let him know so.

He had this look on his face as if he were studying his options. And then he grinned, and buried his face in my pussy, and tongue fucked me, before sliding his face down and giving my ass a tongue lashing. I didn't have long to wait to see what he wanted.

He then grasped my ankles and brought my legs up thus giving him access to my glistening ass and sopping pussy. He slid his cock deep into my pussy and fucked me hard. I felt his cock slam deep into me, and enjoyed being fucked with a passion. And then he pulled out completely and I felt the tip of his cock slide downward and slip easily into my ass. With one shove he was buried in my ass and I wiggled it to feel it move around in me. I pushed back against his impaled cock to make sure that I had it all. I wanted to feel his cock impaled in me.

Wherever he came, I wanted his cock buried up to the hilt. If he came in my ass, I wanted to feel his cum shoot deep into me there, knowing that his cum was filling my ass. And should he cum in my pussy, I wanted to feel his cum erupt into me deeply there. Either way, I wanted this to be the best fuck we both have ever had. And I was trembling as he fucked me. It felt wonderful as he fucked my pussy, and my ass. I never thought it would be so arousing to be alternately fucked in my pussy and my ass at the same time. 

Somehow I knew that it was safe. But just to make sure, I asked him to pull out of my ass. He looked at me perplexed as he was very close, but I assured him I was thinking of his pleasure and trust me. He reluctantly pulled his hard cock out of my ass, which, secretly I was glad he was reluctant about withdrawing as his slow withdrawal made me throb. I quickly turned around and wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked on him. It tasted like pussy and my ass.

He was closer than I thought because he began to moan and I felt his cock throb. I could see his balls twitching and knew that he was close to cumming. I guess a change in plans was in order. I closed my lips more firmly around his cock and proceeded to try and swallow as much of his joystick as I could. Peter helped the cause by trying to fuck my mouth. I tried to relax my throat and allow his cock to slide as deep into my mouth as possible. I felt his cock slide past my mouth and into my throat. He was deep throating me.

I wondered what it would be like to feel his cock spurt, and feel his cum shoot down my throat. But Peter was nervous about how far he had his cock inside my mouth and pulled back. I held his balls in one hand and grasped his cock with my other hand milking it as I sucked as much of his cock as I could. I felt him tense up, his cock throb. He erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot into my waiting mouth. I tried to swallow his hot salty sticky cum but again, some leaked out of my mouth.

I continued to milk his cock with my hand as I sucked him, until I felt his cock no longer spasm and pulsate, and his spurts became a slow dribble. I enjoyed the sensation of sucking his cock until he no longer oozed, knowing that I had done what I had heard as "milking him dry". His cock was now soft but still oh so suckable. I rubbed his now soft sticky cock around my face, enjoying the feeling of his cream on my skin. I also enjoyed the heady scent of his cum as well as the realization that this man had pleasured me fully, and that I truly enjoyed making love using all the pleasure spots the female body has available and has to offer.

He collapsed on the bed and moaned.

We were all bushed. It was now close to 4:00 in the morning! We had to be up in four hours. 

For sake of appearances, Peter and Paul got up and dressed, and after giving me a good morning kiss and hug returned to their room just down the hall. I closed the door and leaned against it, and realized the room had an unmistakable scent to it. So, this is what raw, unbridled, unleashed lovemaking smelled like. Pungent and musky. Wonder if the air would still have the scent when housekeeping came by. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. With a smile I managed to make to the bed before collapsing, my skin coming into contact with several large wet areas, now feeling very cold, but sexy, and giving my sleep deprived senses one last blast, as I covered up. My mind was racing, but my body won out and I fell asleep almost immediately.

To be continued... 



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 09



At 8:00 I was roused from a rather deep sleep by a persistent buzzing sound. As the fog began to lift, I became more conscious of my surroundings and realized that the persistent buzzing sound was the phone ringing. Ugg, I felt like ….

I was hung over. The cobwebs. I have difficulty orienting. 

But it all comes back to me in a flash. And I realize that how I feel now is worth what happened earlier. My pussy is swollen and puffy and my ass feels like it was royally fucked, but I am not sore. I feel remarkably good for the activities engaged in. I realize I have cum caked all over my face, and it peels off as I rub it. My lips are covered with flaking bits of cum, and my mouth feels like I swallowed cotton candy, only with a salty and tangy taste. And I tingle at the memories. My breasts are a bit tender, and I think it may be a good day to go braless, let my puppies breathe.

The phone rings again, and this time I answer it.

It is Paul. He and Peter are up, a little worse for the wear, but were calling to see how I was, and if I was available to grab a quick bite to eat, "No not that type of bite, but a breakfast bite" before the start to our workshops. Breakfast wasn't on my mind, but trying to get ready for this morning was. I wasn't sure if I would have been able to, if not for the phone call, and my response – "Give me ten minutes."

I quickly got up and noticed the condition of the bed. I wonder what housekeeping will think? They will probably tell stories of what they think happened. There was still a faint scent of this morning's activities still hanging in the air. What a way to wake up.

I threw on a pair of jeans and my sweater from last night. Feeling the sweater against my bare breasts made me shiver reliving last night, and also provided a quick pick-me-up. Umm, better than coffee. I am thankful that my hair is short, as all I needed was a quick comb out and I was good to go. My eyes looked puffy and red, but, what could I say. Acting like a teenager at my age and I was paying the price. And I would gladly pay it again. Not realizing that I actually would!

I was just about to grab my shoulder bag when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it and smiled as Paul and Peter stood there. I think we were feeling a bit bashful! I enjoyed that moment. Paul asked me how I was doing.

I told him "Well, how do my eyes look?"

He just smiled a bit, and we laughed. Their eyes didn't look all that different from mine.

I stepped out into the hall and closed the door and we walked to the elevator, in silence.

I think we were all mulling over the activities of earlier, and wondering how does that affect us today, not only us, but beyond us. But also, would we be able to look one another in the eye and not feel ashamed.

The elevator arrived and we boarded. We were the only ones in the elevator, but not sure if anyone would be getting on from a lower floor. I took a chance, and said "Thank you".

That seemed to break the ice, as Paul gave my hand a quick affectionate squeeze, and Peter placed his hand on my hip and left it there. I felt like that what we had started was going to turn into a relationship that did not end Wednesday. Paul and Peter were concerned about me, and this morning was not just a fling. I think Paul and Peter didn't want me to feel used or cheap, and I appreciated their concern and the warmth shown so far this morning.

Paul threw his arm around my back as we exited the elevator and Peter was right next to me. I felt as if we wee best of friends on a journey here together. We went to the hotel breakfast bar and took seats next to one another. We chatted about what our morning schedule was like as we sipped our coffee's and looked forward to getting together for the mid day break.

We agreed to meet at the restaurant in the hotel at Noon. We finished our coffees and signed for the tab to our rooms. Paul and Peter hugged me before we departed for our respective seminar rooms, and I felt a warm glow fill me. I never dreamed that this workshop would be what it has already been. And I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would meet two people who would have such an influence on my life. Yes, I felt tired and dragged out, but the memories of just a few hours ago were like adrenaline, and I was ready to greet the workday ahead.

The adrenaline like surge began to fade around 11:00, and I was having difficulty keeping my eyes open. The seminar leader had started out the morning by informing us that if we had brought along a laptop, that all the course material would be available for us to use as we choose, and could work on it during any free time. I was extremely grateful for that, as I was sure that I might be missing the afternoon session. I was seriously thinking about sleeping away the afternoon session.

Somehow I made it to the mid day break. I picked up the software packet available, and managed to get myself back to my room. I noticed the freshly made bed, and felt a warm blush course through me. What did the housekeeping staff person think as they tidied up. Was the person who made the bed a woman? Or a man?? Were 2 mints on the pillow yesterday?

I went into the bathroom and did a quick refresh, and noticed my eyes were red and a bit baggy. Great! Not the way I wanted to be seen by Paul and Peter.

I went to the restaurant and Paul and Peter were waiting just outside of it. I realized that they looked worse for the wear too, and I giggled. They smiled as they say me approaching, and wondered why I was giggling. I told them that we all looked like something the cat dragged in, and they laughed. With that we entered the restaurant, and Paul's arm was around my back.

It was comforting to feel his presence in this manner, as it gave me confidence that what we had done so far was going to be a one night fling. I wanted more than that. And I hoped that both Paul and Peter did too. If the events of the past evening and this morning were to be just that, I would have felt degraded and cheap. What had happened was spontaneous but it was none the less something special to me and I am not sure if I could have felt good about myself if all that it was going to be to my two new friends was just a quickie, or wham-bam-thank-you encounter. Paul's gesture suggested that our relationship was just at its beginning, and I took a great deal of comfort and security in that.

We were seated, and I enjoyed sitting between Paul and Peter. The room was crowded enough that we engaged in friendly conversation only. Paul and Peter gave me hints that they had truly enjoyed themselves and enjoyed my company in non verbal ways, by soft fleeting caresses under the table, hopefully when no one was glancing our way. Their gestures suggested that they also hoped that I had enjoyed their company, which I hoped my smile conveyed.

The conversation was mainly focused on our respective morning's sessions, and if we felt the workshop would be what we had anticipated. Well, we hadn't anticipated the extra-curricular activities, but so far the workshop seemed to be something that will increase or possibilities of success in our respective fields. We enjoyed our lunches, and I didn't realize how famished I was until my lunch had arrived. I realized I hadn't really had anything to eat since last night, and our activities following dinner should have burned off quite a few calories.

After lunch, I told Paul and Peter as we were preparing to go back to our afternoon sessions that I was going to skip mine and take a nap. They were immediately concerned if I was not feeling well. I smiled at their concern, and let them know with a coy smile that I needed to catch up on my beauty sleep! After all, it isn't everyday that I get to enjoy an evening like last night! I kissed Paul and Peter lightly on their cheek and was going back to my room, when they inquired about getting together for dinner. I said "Sure, call me after you guys are done with your program", and nearly skipped back to the elevator.

Back in my room, I quickly disrobed, and took a hot relaxing bubble bath, courtesy of the hotel bathroom provisions. I decided that I would have to come back to Chicago again, and make reservations to stay here. I felt pampered. After the warm water had cooled, I quickly dried off, and crawled into the freshly made bed, naked and warm, and immediately feel asleep.

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Umm, what's that buzzing? I slowly open my eyes and realize that it is dark. I look at the alarm clock and it is just past 6:00. And the buzzing sound is the phone. I pick up the receiver and hear a warm friendly voice. Paul and Peter are back from their afternoon session and Peter was wondering if we were still on for dinner. I half whispered "Sure", as my voice hadn't awakened yet, and I giggled as I realized how I must have sounded. Peter said that they had just gotten back to their room and wanted to freshen up a bit, and would I mind going back to the restaurant we ate at last night? A soft tingle shot though me, and I smiled as I said I would enjoy that very much. We agreed to be ready to go in a half hour. I replaced the receiver, and stretched under the sheets, and let out a contented moan. I felt like a college girl!

I had slept away the afternoon and now I was getting ready to go out on the town. I quickly got up, and went into the bathroom. The sight greeting my eyes was looking a whole lot better. No more bloodshot eyes, and the bags were nearly invisible. I wondered how Paul and Peter looked? And then I looked at the reflection more fully, and realized that the woman staring back at me looked pretty sexy! Her boobs were not too saggy, and her neatly trimmed pussy could still be enjoyable. The reflection didn't look all that bad for the recent wear and tear, and she smiled. I turned around, and smiled. I had enjoyed the pleasures of last night and this morning, and I enjoyed knowing that my ass was very capable of being both pleasured and giving pleasure.

I was enjoying the fact that I was becoming more comfortable with the knowledge that making love was open to a lot of possibilities, and if I was open, what else would I find out was possible to enjoy. I caressed my buns, and felt the satiny smoothness, and smiled. Time to get dress girl! You have a date with two rather attractive guys.

I decided to continue going braless, and wore a sweater, and jeans. The feeling of my boobs as they swayed and slightly jiggled underneath the sweater made me feel free. I enjoyed the way the fabric caressed my nipples, and was glad that the material was heavy enough so that my hardened nipples were not all that noticeable, although I could see my nipples poking out very slightly.

I grabbed my purse, and went to Paul and Peter's room just down the hall. I knocked, and Peter opened the door. They were just finishing up, and Paul was just buttoning up his shirt. Both Peter and Paul had slightly wet hair, and they looked good with their hair slightly damp. I could smell aftershave and deodorant, and was surprised at the slight tremor I felt stirring within. They had a room with two queen sized beds.  To be continued -   



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 10



As we walked to the elevator, Paul once again draped his arm behind my back. It felt so re-assuring. I didn't feel like a one night stand. Peter was right beside us, on my side. It felt good to be in between them. I felt safe. And wanted.

We chatted about our day, and they were glad to seeing me looking refreshed. I wish I could have said the same about them. Both Paul and Peter looked tired, their eyes puffy and red. I thought that tonight might be just dinner then a quick good night, and thought that might not be all bad. They looked like they could use a good night's sleep. And I had thoughts running through my head. I could use some alone time to just try and put things into perspective. I realized I did not regret anything that we had done in the past 24 hours. To the contrary, with Paul and Peter so close, I felt good about us. Our public appearance seemed to be one of good friends. What happened behind closed doors, well, that too hopefully was the interactions of three people who were thrown together by serendipity and the chemistry was such as to cause a chain reaction. One leading to new bonds formed.

We seemed to enjoy one another's company, not just intimately, but as friends. And this was important to me.

We took a cab again, so as to be free to enjoy the sights a bit, and I think so that Paul and Peter didn't feel a need to be behind the wheel in their sleep deprived state. I could have driven, but Paul had made arrangements at the front desk for a cab. Tonight's ride wasn't as stirring as last night's, although I did enjoy being between my two friends once again. I felt very secure.

Once again we were seated in the same small room as last night, and the time flew by as we enjoyed our dinner. I could see that both of my new friends were feeling the effects of age and lack of proper rest, and felt a bit guilty for that, but Paul and Peter let me know by small gestures and lingering smiles that they were glad that we had accidentally met, and taken a chance last night on going to dinner. I didn't feel a need for a Daiquiri tonight. Tonight would be different.

Although I was dressed for possibilities, I did enjoy the feeling of being braless and the sensations of my sweater rubbing across my bare hardened nipples, which caused my pussy to ooze just a bit, I sensed that the time wasn't right to be more forward. Tonight was just a night to enjoy each other's company, and the casual conversation of three people getting to know one another.

When we left, we were not the only people left in the small room, like the night before. The cab ride back to the hotel was without incident. Once back at the hotel, Paul was once again at my side, his arm in it's by now familiar position around my lower back, resting very comfortably on my hip. Peter right beside me. This seemed to be our way of walking in public. It didn't strike me as odd, or unusual. Which in itself should have felt unusual. I was changing.

We rode the elevator back to our floor in a reflective silence. I wondered what was going to happen when we got to my room. I could feel Paul's body heat next to me and it felt good, and reassuring. Peter was close by, but it was Paul who had come to be the closer more intimate one in public. The elevator door opened pulling me out of my reverie.

We arrived at my room, and the moment of truth. I asked them what now? I looked into their faces, and sensed that maybe tonight we should all go our separate ways. They needed to get a good night's sleep. And I had thoughts to ponder. So, before anything could be said, I kissed them both gently on their cheeks, and said I that they owed me a good breakfast! They laughed and the tension was broken. I felt good knowing that our relationship was building and that we were interested in more than just a quick fling. Paul and Peter both kissed my lightly, and gave me a warm hug. A hug just a tad bit more than casual and friendly. Ones that suggested to me, a secret.

I watched Paul and Peter as they slowly walked to their room just a few doors down. As Peter slid the electronic card key into the lock they both looked back, and smiled and we entered our rooms together.

I closed the door, and just leaned against it. My head was a jumble of thoughts. I realized I hadn't talked to my husband since I arrived! I wanted to talk to him. I needed to. I wanted to thank him for allowing me to come to Chicago alone, and to tell him what had happened. I thought he would welcome the news, as he has had fantasies of me being involved with another man. I doubt very seriously if he ever thought it could go as far as it did, and wondered if he would enjoy my tale.

As I dialed I hoped he was home, and if he was, would he answer? After all, I was using a calling card, and with caller ID, our calling card doesn't identify the caller.

After the third ring, whew! The phone was picked up, and I heard a familiar voice. And I began to tremble, as the reality began to hit me. He asked me how I was, and was a bit worried as I hadn't called him last night.

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Unconventional Awakening Ch. 11



My breathing was somewhat labored, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest! I took what I hope was a couple of quiet deep breaths and said that I was fine, but had been unexpectedly engaged last night, and it was past midnight when we got back to the hotel.

He picked up on the "we" part, and inquired as to whom I had dinner with, since I had gone to Chicago alone. I told him that I had bumped into a couple of fellow convention goers at the front desk, inquiring about a place to eat, and that we lost track of time enjoying each others company.

He was relieved that I was okay, and not ill.

I took a deep breath, and asked if he was comfortable. He said he was, and I asked if he was ready to hear about my adventure. Something in my voice must have told him to let me continue talking, as he said yes, and was quiet.

I tried to quickly collect my thoughts, and asked him if he still enjoyed fantasies of me making love to another man? I could hear him gasp, and knew that I had his attention. He replied with a long "Yesssssssssssssssssssss, I think you know that I do, and that I can get very aroused thinking about it, but..."

The abrupt silence told me that it was my turn to reply.

I took another deep breath and blurted out before I could chicken out, that his fantasy had come true. Somehow it seemed easier to make it sound like it was a fulfillment of his desire, than it was my awakening.

After a pregnant silence, he asked in a hushed tone for me to continue. I first asked if he was okay? I needed to know that he was. Was he mad? Curious? Unsure? Interested? Dumbfounded? Excited?

He asked me to give him a second.

And I had my answer.

He had taken this second to make himself more comfortable. He told me to continue, as he was now ready to listen to my adventure. He had unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. He wanted me to know that was what he needed the second for. It was his way of letting me know that he may be unsure of what he was about to hear, but also a part of him was immediately aroused.

He wanted to know if I was "comfortable"? I told him I was, and he asked me again. I got the hint. Was I as "comfortable as he was? Up until yesterday, I had never masturbated, so I was somewhat surprised as to what he was suggesting. He asked me if I was naked. I informed him that I had just gotten back from dinner and hadn't gotten ready for bed. He asked me if I would want to get ready for bed before continuing my tale. I thought about it and asked him if he wanted me to get ready for bed. If he did, it would be about a half hour. His reply suggested that he wanted me to prepare my self for going to bed. This would allow him time to do the same. I meekly said okay, and we hung up.

My mind was a whirlpool.

I got up, and as I was pulling my sweater off, I was reminded that my breasts were unencumbered. My nipples responded to the sweater material and were instantly hard nubbins, and a shiver raced through me setting off a twitch lower. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and saw a small darkened spot. A smile crossed my lips as I realized that I could be easily aroused. Was this from my past 24 hours, or the fact that my husband had wanted both of us to get ready for bed? Given the fact that this evening had been quiet on the intimacy side with Paul and Peter, and I really wanted to talk things over with my husband and he appeared very interested in hearing about my last day and a half, I reasoned that I was momentarily tingly with desire to recount my recent past activities with my husband.

I drew a warm bath, and immersed myself in the cocoon of warm water and softly caressed myself. I let my fingers languidly graze my curves and contours, imagining that it is another person exploring me. I was trying to see me through my husband's eyes. And Paul and Peter's. The past day plus had given me a renewed confidence in my being attractive. Now I was exploring that sense in a tactile manner. Seeing my body through the eyes of a lover.

I slowly allowed my fingers to feel the fullness of my breasts. They felt soft and supple. They were a handful, yet easily moldable. My nipples were responsive to my caresses, and there seemed a direct electrical connection to my clit. Each time I teasingly tugged on my nipples a jolt shot down to me and I twitched. It was very erotic seeing my thumb and forefinger pull my nipple taunt, and seeing my nipple and breast become cone shaped.

My fingers detoured here and there on their journey downward. Thank goodness for the water, so I had no idea of how wet I truly was. But I was sure that I was wet! My fingers grazed the first trimmed hairs just above my pussy and I closed my eyes and a small groan escaped my lips. I relaxed and sighed. I was anticipating the moment.

My fingers slinked further down, sliding over the short soft hairs, until they reached the tip of the opening. I gasped, as I knew my clit was now oh so close. My mind wanted me to continue this exploration, but the cooling waters told me that I should get out and dry off. I did want to talk to my husband. But my clit had a mind of its own. With a great deal of difficulty I stood up and drained the tub. I dried of, being careful to not rub my pussy too vigorously. I didn't want to take the chance that the encounter between my clit and the terry cloth would weaken my resolve of getting ready for bed and my conversation with my husband. Little did I know that several things would be fulfilled before I went to sleep. Or more accurately, we went to sleep.

I brushed my teeth, and took one last look at the lady in the mirror, and realized that she looked different. She was glowing and she looked good!

I climbed into bed, and enjoyed the feeling of naked skin between the sheets. Time to call my husband. Was he ready for bed? Was he ready to hear about my stay so far in Chicago?

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Unconventional Awakening Ch. 12



It has been a while since the last chapter. A lot has happened. Lets see, where did we leave off. 

Oh, yes. 

I climbed into bed, and enjoyed the feeling of naked skin between the sheets. Time to call my husband. Was he ready for bed? Was he ready to hear about my stay so far in Chicago? 

My fingers trembled as I dialed. My breathing was deep and labored. My heart rate felt like I had just run a marathon. The seconds seemed like minutes, and the mental "tick tock" thundered silently in my ears. My lips felt so dry.

But my nipples were hard and jolts of sexual electricity sparked through them as they rubbed against the warm sheets. And my pussy was moist and the sheet soaking up my spreading wetness.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello". And my breathing stopped. A whisper of "Hi" was all that came out.

This was greeted with laughter, and all of a sudden I relaxed. And breathed deeply.

Great! I sounded like a 1-900 number.

Which, under the circumstances, maybe was not off the mark.

"Hello" again.

Followed by "I miss you".

And "I am looking forward to your story".

I breathe deeply, and wonder where to begin.

I begin with what he is doing at the moment.

He is in bed, waiting to hear about my trip so far.

I wonder if he is naked? And ask him.

He asks me if I am. No fair. I asked first.

Ok. He is. Am I?

Yes.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And anything I should know about?"

"Like what?"

"Are you horny?"

"Umm, well, err, yes"?

Time for him to ponder that reply.

"Well honey, what's up"?

"Are you"?

"Am I what?"

"Up?"

Pause.

"Should I be?"

"I hope so."

Pause.

"You've got my full attention honey."

I Pause.

"I met a couple of gentlemen here."

"And?"

"Sunday night we bumped into each other at the registration desk. They were in front of me, and were looking for a place to have dinner. They turned around and didn't realize that I was behind them. And one of them bumped into me. We just smiled and laughed, and introduced ourselves. Peter and Paul are from Indiana and attending a program too. We realized that we were all looking for a place to eat, and would I care to join them. We waited for a cab and began talking. The conversation came so easily dear. I sat between them on the way to the restaurant. Time flew by and we nearly closed down the restaurant. One the way back, I was seated between them again."

"Honey?"

There was a pause on his end.

And then a tentative "Yes?"

This time, I paused.

Time seems to be standing still.

"Honey, do you remember your fantasy that you have about me and two men?"

Pause and a slow, faint, drawn, questioning "Yessssssssss?"

"Does it still turn you on?"

Again, a pause followed by a slow, faint, drawn, questioning "Yessssss?

"Honey, is your cock hard"?

I can hear his breathing deepen.

"It's getting there."

"Would it help if I told you that my nipples are soo stiff and aching to be sucked?"

"And that my pussy is dripping wet?"

He gasps, as we have never engaged in phone sex. Who am I? Stiff nipples aching to be sucked? Dripping wet pussy? Who is this woman? What happened to his wife?

The seconds crawl by.

His voice is raspy - ‘Honey?"

"Tell me" is all he can say.

And then.

"My cock hasn't been this hard for a while darling, thank you".

I can almost see his cock, and my pussy twitches as I think about my desire to feel his cock fucking me. I want him. I want him close to me. I want to feel his body pressed against mine. I want him to feel my warm wet pussy wrapped around his cock. I want to feel his cock sliding in and out of me. I want to feel his cock twitch and throb, and then feel his cum flooding my pussy. Feeling his cock spurt jet after jet of his cream into me. My pussy twitches imagining him making love to me. My mind is a swirl of emotions. My nipples throb. I have a mad desire to see his cock slip out of me, and I want his cock in my mouth. I want to suck his slippery cock. To taste us. I want to let him know there is a new me.

"Honey, I want to make love to you so badly. I wish you were here. I am feeling so horny. I want to fuck you, and make you cum inside me, and then suck you."

"I want to suck your cock, and taste your cum and my juices." I want to be a slut!"

"Honey, I want to feel your cock fill my pussy. And my ass".

"Yes honey, I want to feel your cock slide into my ass and fill me."

"I want to be completely yours."

Silence.

And then a long moan.

Silence.

"I came" in a raspy voice.

And I can just imagine his stomach covered with droplets of thick spunk. And a growing pool like a lava flow from the tip of his cock as the after shocks continue to ooze out, flowing down his softening cock. Umm, how I want to lap up his pool of cream. Before sliding my sticky tongue upwards, licking up droplet after droplet.

With a start, I realize my fingers have been busy sliding in and out of my feverish pussy. My fingers are just slick. I slide them out and bring them to my lips. The aroma is heady, as I slide them into my mouth.

He can hear me sucking my fingers clean. I don't care. I am moving back and forth as if I were in the middle of making love. My eyes closed. My breathing becoming more labored.

I begin to moan, as I realize that I am about to cum. My stomach spasms, as does my pussy. I moan deeply into the phone. I can't believe that I am in the midst of a mind blowing orgasm.

After what seems like an eternity, my breathing slows. My pussy slowly stops to throb and tingle. The jolts of tension ease in my nipples. I am flushed!

And through the fog I hear a voice.

"I love you."

And I whisper back "I love you."

And I wonder who is this woman? And does my husband want this woman that I am becoming? Will he truly enjoy having the woman of his dreams? Or will the fantasy be more than he can handle in reality.

"Honey" I say, before the nerve to continue escapes me, "I think I have fulfilled your fantasy, do you still love me?"

A slow yes for a response. And then, "Honey, I think I love you more than ever before."

I ask him if he is feeling jealous. Or angry.

The seconds pass once again.

"No."

"I don't feel jealous. Or angry. It feels odd to admit, but I am feeling excited. I do love you, more than ever. And I want to hear more. Fess up honey."

Now my turn for the seconds to pass.

"Well, after dinner we decided to have a nightcap before retiring. And, well…."

My mind is a whirl as I try to remember.

Not sure how to capture it all and say it on the phone.

"Honey, I made love to Paul and Peter."

I can't believe I said that.

I hear the sucking in of air, and silence, then –

The big question, "Did you enjoy it?"

I saw the night fast forward in my mind, and felt high tension voltage surge through my breasts, pussy and ass as images bombarded my over stimulated mind.

A whisper escaped my lips, "Yes", was all I could say, as I was trying to picture my husband on the other end of the line.

Our relationship was about to take a new turn. But where?

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Unconventional Awakening Ch. 13



My husband wants to know about Sunday night. The night I first made love to not just one man, who up to a few hours prior was a complete stranger, but to two men who had just recently come into my life. I can tell that he really wants to know, and that the circumstances will not be a setback for us. With this knowledge that our relationship will come through this, and may actually be stronger bolsters my spirits and I share with him the activities that have transformed his sexually conservative wife into a work in progress. A work in progress that he had hoped for for some time now.

I recount how Peter, Paul and I met. Oh wait, I remember the shower with a blush, and a new twinge, as I feel the wet spot on the sheet from my recent enjoyment. The horny woman staring back in the mirror with a need for release.

Paul bumping into me and how I was immediately conscious of being braless....

"Braless?" He asks. "You were going out in public braless? You? Who would always say that you wouldn't feel comfortable, people might notice? You? Okay, I am looking forward to the rest of this story. Sorry dear, didn't mean to interrupt, but you surprise me."

"Honey, I was immediately self conscious about the fact that my boobs were evidently unrestrained, and I was sure that Paul must have sensed my bralessness. I definitely sensed feeling his arm brush against me in a way that I never have before. The rubbing of my sweater across my nipple caused my nipple to immediately swell, and, well you know dear...."

A low chuckle is all that greets my ear.

I tell him about our dinner, and how the next time there was contact, it was deliberate on my part.

And then we come back to the hotel and I innocently suggest a nightcap.

And then....

I take a deep breath and begin to relive the evening in slow motion. I am very aware of being naked now. My nipples once again are betraying me. And I fear that the wet spot in the sheet will only become larger. My husband doesn't help matters as he encourages me to do what may now come naturally. He wants me to pleasure my self. He wants me to masturbate while talking to him on the phone! The shocker for me is that I know that I want to too, and that I will enjoy it.

To think, that only a few days before, I would have thought of pleasuring myself as disdainful and not something a good woman would do. And now, I realized that I had missed out on a lot, and that pleasuring myself was just as natural a desire as my husband pleasuring himself when I wasn't available or "in the mood". I was still getting used to the idea, and I was finding out that each time was different. My fingers did different things to different spots based on my mind at the time. My husband had always said that the brain was the largest sex organ, and I now understood that point very clearly. Not only in this endeavor, but in making love period.

I recounted how "The Dare" started and Paul actually began to strip. And when I saw his cock, something in me gave. I new that I wanted more this evening then just a dare.

"And then it was my turn. I was nervous and not sure if my knees would support me. But I couldn't chicken out at this point. So, slowly, with my back to them, I let my robe fall off me. And well dear, one thing lead to another, and then it was Peter's turn."

"After Peter stripped, I laid down on the bed, and gestured to Paul to come closer. I wanted to suck his cock. And from there on, we made love for the next three hours."

My body is tingly as I recount this to my husband. His only comment back sends shivers through me.

He tells me he wants to know the full details, but that will have to wait. He has a raging hardon, and is close. I feel a jolt in my nipples that soars to my wet pussy, and my fingers slide down my body, softly tugging on each nipple before sliding softly over my tummy. The tips of my fingers become moist as they caress the swollen lips of my inflamed pussy. The lips are puffy and wet, and my fingers slip easily between the folds, and into me. My hips thrust upward as my fingers bury themselves in me. I feel my fingers curve slightly and explore my warm silky caressing depths. It feels so warm, and smooth. My fingers seem to set of nerve ending after nerve ending. We are pleasuring ourselves together. The fact that we are doing this while on the phone only adds to the erotic nature of what we are doing. "Who is this woman who I am becoming.... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh" as my tension releases around my pistoning, wet fingers.

My hips undulate as my orgasm peaks, and my fingers continue to mercilessly fuck my starving pussy. What I miss is the spurt that I would feel if my fingers was a lover's cock. That thought sends a new pulse through my already quivering pussy, and I feel rope after rope of thick hot cum exploding from my lover as he too crests and feels my pussy with his love juice.

At that moment, I wish my husband was her with me, fucking me with a passion, filling my craving pussy with his essence.

And in the fog of my orgasm I hear a moan. And then it clears as I realize that my husband is the source of the moan, and I know that he is cumming too. I try and imagine the ropes of thick cum shooting out of his cock, and landing in long streamers of glistening essence on his stomach and higher. I quiver as I see his body covered with his cum, knowing that I am the reason he is covered. A spasm courses through my pussy. My pussy grips my fingers sending a current to my brain. The circuit is completed, and I tremble.

"Honey, I love you, more than ever, dear, see you tomorrow, I'm coming to Chicago" followed by a "click", as the phone connection is severed, and I am brought out of my reverie.

My fingers still are buried in my pussy, as my brain processes this last bit of information.

He is coming to Chicago.

To be continued...



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 14



"He is coming to Chicago" runs through my mind as an endless loop. I pull my wet sticky pussy juice covered fingers from my for the moment satiated center of my new found womanhood, and run them lazily upward, trembling at the trail of wetness they leave in their wake. My fingers slide upward, between my breasts and up.

Caressing the underside of my chin.

Upward.

Slowing down now.

Around the curve.

Upward.

The scent teases my nostrils.

My scent.

A scent that until a few days ago was one that did nothing for my libido.

But now, was a scent that offered a heady aroma. It aroused my olefactory senses. I found the scent to be primal, arousing desire within me. A desire now to let my fingers journey to their destination.

My fingers slowly slide upward.

They graze my lips.

My lips involuntarily part. Thy seem to have a mind of their own. My fingers trace my parted lips, leaving my wetness behind.

My brain tells my fingers to slide into my mouth. To let me taste what is me. My fingers obey, and I see myself being fingerfucked by my very fingers that had been bringing me so much pleasure just a short time ago.

The urge to suck my fingers is overwhelming. I want to suck them clean, just as I would now want to suck my lovers cock clean after he has made love to me. An act of closure. Completing the cycle, or the end of one chapter, with the possibility of quickly beginning another. Making love was going to be totally different from now on. I was open to possibilities heretofore unimagined. Possibilities that only intrigued, no longer seen as something to be distained. Making love was going to be an exploration of the mind. After all, what is my largest sex organ. According to my husband, my brain, if I let it be. And I am ready. Will he be? This was the last question I pondered as sleep overtook me.

I sleep very peaceably and awaken to a new day. The last act before falling asleep rushes back to me as I yawn and bring my hands up to my face. The scent unleashes flashbacks.

I graze my lips with my fingers as my nostrils pick up on the scent. No longer any evidence of earlier activities, my lips none the less part as my fingers slip in. I can still taste the slightly salty sweetness. "Umm, I wonder, might be an interesting way to start my lover's day. I'll have to remember this", as I get up.

Naked!

It feels good.

I enjoy the sensation of the sheets falling away, as the air greets my body. My nipples are swollen, and my pussy is matted and caked.

A smile crosses my lips as I ponder this new me. I don't feel old. I feel sexy and free.

And I tremble as I remember my husbands last words – Honey, I love you, more than ever, see you, I'm coming to Chicago.

I smile and revel in the day to be.

And then quickly wonder what to tell Paul and Peter.

How will they react.

A feeling of apprehension clothes me.

And I weigh where is our relationship. I realize that I will find that out.

I am startled out of my reflection by the ringing of the phone.

It is Paul! The irony strikes me.

Paul wants to know if breakfast is in order. I say sure, but have to get dressed. We agree that they will knock on my door in about 20 minutes. Just enough time for a quick shower and get ready for today.

No time for any extra thoughts this morning. Thank God.

The knock comes just as I am ready to greet the world.

I open the door and immediately my reverie of just a short time ago rears and I wonder "Just how will my two new friends react to what I have to tell them?".

We greet one another in a greeting that suggests more than just casual acquaintances. The hugs were warmer and lasted longer. The closeness closer.

We walked to the elevator with typical good morning greetings taking place.

We were seated at a small round table, and ordered breakfast immediately. I didn't realize that I was famished until then.

We talked about what we expected for today in our respective courses, and chatted lightly. I felt very secure in the relationship that was unfolding. I sensed that both Paul and Peter were more than friends. We shared a chemistry. We felt comfortable revealing who we were without putting up false fronts. That struck me, and I realized was important to me. How import was to be revealed later.

We continued to chitchat through breakfast, and it wasn't until we had paid the bill, and were ready to move on to our respective classes that I felt the time to be right to say –

"Oh by the way, I called my husband last night. We chatted about things, and he is coming to Chicago."

The looks on their faces suggested terror. What had we discussed? Why was he coming to Chicago? It looked like the world had dropped out from under them.

I couldn't resist in embracing both of them and with a sniffle tell them that it will be okay. They would just have to trust me. I looked at both of them, and saw a hint of a flicker of relief, but they were both stiff. I didn't know what else to do, and said, "We're on for lunch, aren't we?". They both nodded ever so slightly and Paul gave me a quick almost imperceptible squeeze, before he and Peter pulled away and slowly left in the direction of their class.

I stood there a few seconds, immobilized, wondering what was in store later.

Anxiety and trepidation replaced Paul and Peter as my fellow journeymen as I prepared to go my way.

The morning dragged on, seconds passing like minutes, minutes never seemingly making a complete hour.

The course activity a blur. I was there but wasn't. Thank God for the course material handout which covered this morning's activities in full.

Noon! It finally arrives. And with that, the morning is now history.

I slowly venture back to my hotel room. Wondering.

Is he here? Where will he be?

I am standing at my hotel room door before I realize where I am. How did I get here? I must have been on auto pilot.

With shaking fingers I put the card into the slot and see the light flash green.

With a deep breath I open the door.

And I gasp.

He is laying on the bed.

A big smile on his face.

And a dozen red roses in a vase.

"Happy Valentines day honey" he says, after he sees my eyes glimpsing the vase. He stands up and opens his arms, waiting for me to fill them.

I feel the tears begin to well up. Then silently the dam burst, and they cascade down my cheeks.

I fall easily into his arms, and tremble as the torrent continues, leaving twin growing spots on his shirt. He holds me tightly and whispers over and over "Happy Valentines day honey, I love you".

Then I feel his fingers underneath my chin, lifting my chin upward.

His warm breath on my lips causes my lips to part involuntarily.

His tongue slips easily between my lips, leaving them wet, as his tongue dances into my mouth.

His hands slowly roam down my back.

His fingers grasp my buns and then caress them.

I press myself closer, and feel myself trying to grind my pussy against his thigh. My breathing comes harder, deeper, more labored.

I press my tits closer to him. I softly scold myself for wearing a bra now. I want him to sense me close to him, knowing that he knows that he is feeling me. I marvel at the woman who is being embraced by this man. I will no longer be a wife. I will be more. We will be partners.

I slip my tongue into his mouth and savor the warmth there. I enjoy the way our tongues dance together.

I draw him closer into me with my hug, and then slowly slide my hands downward. I grasp his buns and press myself against him harder. I want to feel his hardness pressing against me.

And I feel a growing awareness. I feel his tool. His manhood rising. All terms that until recently didn't hold much stock. But now, I wanted to feel his mounting desire, and let him know what effect he was having on me. I wanted to let this man of my life know that I wanted him in ways that he only had dreamed of before. 

We continued to kiss, embrace and explore one another with our hands.

The temperature was rising.

"Ring".

"Ring".

The ringing of the telephone made me realize that plans had been made for lunch. Plans I wasn't certain would materialize based upon the last moments at breakfast. Who was it on the telephone? Was it….

I picked up the phone.

"Hello Carol, is that you?" It was Paul.

Now what.

Here I am oh so very close to my husband at the moment.

And one of the two men who have been a part of the recent metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly.

I let Paul know that it is indeed me, and wondered if they were still interested in having lunch with me.

Paul said that yes they both would very much enjoy having lunch together. I was glad to hear that, and wondered how my husband would feel about joining is, if he was so inclined, and if so, how would Paul and Peter react. Oh the quandary of the moment.

I looked at my husband who had a questioning look on his face, and mouthed that it was Paul. His still puzzled look told me he didn't understand, so I whispered that it was Paul. The twinkle in his eye told me that he both understood and was enjoying the awkwardness of the moment. He enjoyed knowing that he was being a brat!

As I looked into my husbands eyes with hopefully some mischief of my own, I told Paul that I would be down in a few moments.

I hung up the phone and clasped my husband around the neck and asked him what his intentions were?

He replied back questioning me as to how did I think we should handle it.

Would Paul and Peter be uncomfortable if we both showed up at lunch. We both assumed that they would immediately know who this new man in my life here at the hotel was. After some conversation back and forth we decided that the relationships forged so far should be on firm enough ground to take this bump.

Just as we are ready to leave the room, my husband grabs me once again and tells me that he loves me more than ever, and that he has ideas about the upcoming evening. He hand softly grazes my chest, and he looks at me and smiles. He whispers in my ear as his hand cups my left boob, that maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if I shed the undergarment. The twinkle in his eyes seemed to command me to remove my bra and let my breasts enjoy their freedom. Flashbacks of Sunday night came at me with lightening speed, and the tingle in my pussy quickly decided for me the course of action to take.

As I pull my sweater over my head, I suddenly feel his fingers working deftly to unclasp me. As the last clasp was unfastened, the straps seemed to mysteriously shed themselves from my shoulders and my breasts are suddenly unencumbered. The coolness of the air against my now bare tits gave rise to my nipples. The look in my husband's eyes tells me that he not only approves, but is looking forward to lunch and beyond.

He once again grabs me and we embrace, and I feel my now near naked breasts press against him. I shiver slightly knowing that if I hug anyone now, that they too will feel me closer than I am used to feeling to anyone. My brain immediately sends little tremors to my nipples and pussy. "Who is this woman holding this man."

To be continued –  



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 15



The elevator doors close and my husband hugs me close to him, and as he does so, his hand seems to naturally settle on my bun. But it was not by accident, as his fingers begin to tease my butt through my jeans. Suddenly his fingers slip past the waistband slip inside my jeans. I am in shock, thinking what happens if the elevator doors open. But that was precisely what my husband was hoping would happen.

What would anyone see? I wasn't sure, but could only imagine the worst. In reality, they wouldn't, but from my perspective, the whole world would see my husband playing grabass with me, and being most forward and taking liberties in public. He enjoyed my mortification. So, apparently I wasn't totally uninhibited.

After a moment, that seemed more like minutes he slowly removed his hand from inside my jeans and we decided that maybe I should walk into the café alone, and he would walk in a few minutes later. This would give me time to greet Peter and Paul. He would walk in, see where we were seated, and then very casually come over to our table. I would then look up surprised and after blushing for a period, introduce him to what probably be two astonished men. Hopefully they wouldn't go screaming from the café.

I walked into the café as planned, and saw Paul and then Peter seated in a booth. How fortuitous I though. I walked over and sat down next to Paul. We greeted one another very warmly and we were just placing orders when I saw him.

My husband looked around as if searching for someone, and a smile crossed his lips as if he saw who he was looking for. I wasn't sure if his smile was for me, or if he was smiling because he approved of the company I was keeping. He casually strode in our direction, taking his sweet time. The waitress was just finished taking our orders and turned to leave when she bumped into my husband. The waitress was flushed with embarrassment, but my husband just grinned and said it was his fault. She had a questioning look as he took a seat next to Peter. Peter and Paul had equally questioning looks and my husband was enjoying the situation.

My husband broke the ice by saying that I looked marvelous and that maybe I should go to more conferences. He then introduced himself to Peter, and then Paul, who sat there in stunned silence. He asked the waitress for a glass of water and she was glad to slip away.

My husband looked at Peter and Paul, and said that he just arrived in Chicago, and was glad to meet them. He wanted to thank them for being there to help me come out of a shell. It took Peter and Paul several minutes to take this in. They soon realized that he was not only okay with what had happened but wanted to share some time with them too.

When the waitress put the glass of water in front of my husband he immediately knocked it over spilling it all over the table. I knew that this was not by accident, as he had done this the very first time we met, but that time was quite by accident. This had the desired effect. It broke the ice for all, as we all laughed, and the waitress went to get us some towels and a new glass.

Peter, Paul and my husband were soon engaged in "guy" talk. Paul wanted to know if my husband wanted to trade places with him, so that he could sit next to me. My husband said that he should enjoy my company and hoped that we would all enjoy my company more fully before we all left for our ways home. The twinkle in his eyes seemed to be noticed by the three of us, and a bond seemed to be forming.

Before we knew it lunch was over, and plans were set for getting together for dinner. My husband shook hands with Peter and Paul, and encouraged me to hug our friends before they departed for the afternoon. I had forgotten that I had removed my bra, and saw the glint in his eyes as he knew I suddenly was aware of this. And I knew that as soon as Paul embraced me, that he too knew, and a small smile crossed his lips. He gave my husband a quick appreciative glance and stepped aside as Peter hugged me. Peter too gave notice and looked a bit sheepish. My husband just laughed quietly and said that he hoped that we could all get together for dinner this evening and maybe a "nightcap." It was the way he said nightcap that had Paul and Peter twitch just a bit, but the playful twinkle in my husband's eyes suggested that he would very much enjoy sharing that with them.

For my part, I too jumped just a bit when my husband used the word "nighcap," but his hand on my side let me know that he was looking forward to time with all of us. His hand was softly caressing my hip moving in wider circles to caress my butt. The message was clear. He was open to the possibilities.

Paul and Peter left chatting with one another in a more animated way than I had seen earlier. I wondered what they were discussing? Were they comfortable with the surprise at lunch? Were they looking forward to dinner? And beyond? I know I was wondering what my husband had in mind, I knew that whatever it was, tonight was going to be the beginning of fulfilling some long held fantasies. Fantasies that I was just beginning to eagerly become a more active participant in. I had no idea how active a participant my husband had in store for me. But I was going to find out. And looking back, my only regret is that I had not been open to his dreams earlier. Where would we be now? I could only begin to ponder that.

My husband brought my back to reality by suggesting that we go back to the room before I head off to my class.

Once in the elevator his hand once again played itself on my hip at first, but only as a start for being a brat once again. We hadn't begun to ascend before his hand was once again inside my jeans, this time inside my panties, caressing my ass. His boldness had an effect on me that I believe he hoped it would. My nipples stiffened up and were now two visible bumps in my sweater. And my pussy was beginning to ooze its sweet juices. I was afraid that a wet spot would be soon apparent to anyone who would see me. All the time my husband was acting so innocently, enjoying my dilemma. Fortunately or unfortunately no one else got on before we reached our floor.

We made it to my room, umm, our room now, without incident.

Until we were in.

My husband quickly embraced me and began to kiss me with a passion. His hands were all over me. First caressing my nearly bare boobs, hefting each one in each hand and gently squeezing them, before he lifted my sweater over my head. With my sweater still covering my head, I felt his lips taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard. He pulled on my now engorged nipple until it was stretched to its limit, and I could feel my breast being pulled on. He released my now sensitive nipple and began to kiss and lick the underside of my breast before sliding his tongue across the valley to the underside of my other boob. His tongue snaked from the underside to my nipple and he pulled on this nipple until it was stretched taunt. He then kissed and licked his way up leaving a trail of wetness all the way to my chin. My knees were getting spongy and then all of a sudden he stopped, and pulled my sweater back down.

He told me to take off my jeans.

Then my panties.

I did, and then stood there naked from the waist down. He admired my haircut, and said he was looking forward to a closer examination after class. He then told me to turn around. I did. And I felt his hands firmly grasp my buns, and massage them. He whispered in my ear that my full sexy ass was going to be pleasured tonight. His fingers then slid around front to feel the growing wetness. He chuckled as he slid a finger into my lubricated pussy, letting it slide as deep as possible. My knees felt like they were going to give out on me, and I just leaned back into him, feeling the growing hardness against my bare ass. A hardness, that in time would be finding a warm inviting spot in me. His finger soon had a companion snaking in and out of my now sopping wet pussy, and we both laughed at the squishing sound his fingers were making as he finger fucked me. A sound that was new to him, as before this past weekend, I had never become this wet, oozing so copiously. I had to admit that I felt both uneasiness and arousal simultaneously, when my pussy was in this state. But at this moment, with his fingers being so intimate with me, I was enjoying this new experience. His fingers felt so good as they explored me so wantonly.

Suddenly my pussy was empty, and his fingers were brought up to my lips. I could smell the scent of my desire along with the more musky scent of the release of other fluids. I must admit that I found the combined aromas to be erotically stimulating, and when his fingers touched my lips, they instinctively parted and his wet aromatic fingers slid into my willing mouth. The combined taste of my juices mixed with the tangy other offering was not what I had expected, and I found myself eagerly sucking on his fingers as they slide in and out. And then it hit me – who was this woman enjoying being finger fucked orally.

Without any hint, his fingers left my mouth with a popping sound.

He turned me around and his lips met mine and his tongue danced into my mouth. Could he taste what he had started? His hands were once again firmly kneading my ass, pulling my buns apart, exposing my rosebud to the air. My wet pussy was pressed firmly against one of his thighs, as he rubbed his thigh between my legs, teasing me. I could feel my wetness leaving a growing spot on his jeans, and knew that was precisely what he had intended.

And suddenly he pulled back. With a devilish smile he told me to get dressed. He whisked my panties out of my hands as I was about to put them on and told me that I was going to class without wearing any undergarments. I tingled as I realized the implications of this. Would anyone notice my attire or lack of certain attire? Would any of my fellow class participants notice the sway of my unrestrained breasts or the lack of a panty line as I moved about. I was a bit nervous, but did as he requested, and once I was dressed, I felt a tension building as my nipples rubbed against the fabric of my sweater, causing them to reveal themselves in a manner I wasn't accustomed to, but found stimulating to contemplate. And the feel of bare skin against jeans in places where there was usually material in between was cause for a constant stream of micro tremors. I felt a bit light headed and flushed. But also naughty. Who was this woman?

I was just about to leave when my husband asked me "Aren't you forgetting something?"

With a puzzled look on my face, he came over to me and with a smirk on his face, kissed me and said "See you later honey," while rubbing my breasts. He laughed softly enjoying my confusion, knowing that the afternoon will be a long one as I contemplate what everyone is seeing. Why was this different than Sunday, when I dared to want to venture out to dinner sans bra. Then I didn't know anyone, and the knowledge that I was a stranger added to the excitement. Little did I realize where that excitement would lead.

But this was different. It was not I making the choice. And my fellow classmates and instructors were no longer anonymous. The rustle of the fabric across my bare breasts and the feeling of jeans against my bare ass and pussy added to the feeling of wanting, and trepidation. Would the gentle undulations of my unrestrained boobs as I walked be noticeable? Would my posture reveal a lack of undergarments or unrestrained fullness above and below the waist? Would men glance backwards and women think I to be trash? The mixture of feelings were fueling a growing anxiety.

With one last caress of my boobs and my ass my husband said he hoped my afternoon was productive and I heard the devil in his voice. I slowly opened up the door, and with a deep breath stepped out, and met the afternoon. 

To be continued... 



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 16



The afternoon session was a blur as my mind kept going back to my last moments before rushing here. I hungered for my husband. I was looking forward to the end of the afternoon session, and then.

It was over. Time to get out of here.

I rushed back to my room, our room now.

And where was my husband?

Laying on the bed.

Naked.

His cock harder and bigger than I ever remember seeing it.

And he was softly stroking it.

His fingers softly rubbing just below the purple head with a glistening drop of pre-cum.

Umm, I was transfixed watching my husband arouse himself. His eyes were on me as he slowly stroked his cock. His fingers softly wrapped around his cock sliding slowly up and down. It was arousing to see part of his cock hide behind his fingers, seeing the head disappear, then seeing his fingers slide down, below the ridge, until his pinky was tight against his groin, with his steel like hardness standing proud above his thumb. He knew he was teasing me into a deeper sate of arousal.

He then told me to come over to him. But slowly. And to remove my sweater and jeans as I make my journey to the bed.

It is a little difficult to walk and remove one's clothing at the same time. But somehow I manage to remove my sweater, feeling the material drag across my naked breasts and throbbing nipples and toss it asunder.

My jeans were a different story. I stood still as I slowly unbuttoned it, and the sound of my zipper sliding down was like that of crackling wood in the fireplace. And when the zipper was down fully, my hands slipped between my jeans on either side of my hip and as my hips swayed back and forth, as my fingers slowly inched my jeans downward The sudden sensation of my pussy being bare sent shivers through me and a small moan escaped me as I sensed my knees going to rubber. And then my jeans were a puddle at my feet, and I kicked them towards my husband and the bed.

I stood there naked and began to slowly tease him back. I let my fingers slide slowly to my now heaving boobs, and filled my hands with their fullness. I gently pulled them apart, and kneaded them, feeling the fullness myself. I could also feel tremors in my pussy and a release of more of my essence.

My hands let my captive breasts free and began their journey downward. Over my quivering belly. Down. My fingers reached the first trimmed hairs and I twitched.

And then they ventured lower. Touching the tip of my lips. I ran the forefinger from each hand between the puffy swollen tissue, feeling the growing wetness and rising heat. My fingers rubbed across my hardened nub and my eyes closed as my body stiffened and trembled.

Then lower.

Until they reached the entrance to my grotto.

I thrust two fingers deep into me.

Feeling them slide deep inside.

I felt my knuckles pressed tightly against my pubic bone, and knew that my fingers were in me much like a lovers' cock would be. I would have continued to explore these new found sensations but I had something else on my mind. I wanted to give back to my husband what he had given me. I wanted to give him back some of my own medicine.

With that now my mindset, I pulled my fingers from their sopping wet confines and slowly slid them up to my breasts. I teased my nipples leaving them covered with my juices, watching my husband, holding his gaze with my own. I shivered slightly as my sticky fingers rolled my stiff nipples, leaving them shiny and sticky.

I then turned around, and brought my hands above my head and stretched. My breasts pulled up and my buns were drawn high as my fingers met high above my head. I then slowly bent forward, letting my breasts hang down in their fullness, and brought my hands down and placed one on each full cheek of my ass.

My fingers kneaded my supple cheeks and pulled them aside, revealing my puckered rosebud. I softly gyrated my hips as my fingers played with my buns. I wondered if my husband could see the wet glistening jewel between my legs. I know my pussy was pouty and feeling a need to be pleasured.

I knelt down on the soft carpet and my left cheek touched carpet. My ass was high in the air, and I wiggled it back and forth. My breasts were mashed against the carpet and the friction from the carpet rubbing my breasts sent a continuous current to my pussy, and I thought I felt my rosebud quiver. And then I realized that I was rocking back and forth, and I suddenly thought "Who is this woman being so wanton and sluttish in this room?"

My husband's command broke through my reverie.

"Come here" was the growl that pierced my ears.

I stood up and sat down on the bed.

His cock looked so hard, and bigger than ever that I can recall. The look of hunger in his eyes sent tremors coursing through me. His fingers unfurled, and his cock was now free.

His hand curled behind my neck, and he pulled me closer to him.

His cock became larger and larger, as my face was drawing closer and closer to his midsection.

The pressure of his hand was steady, a he continued to pull my face ever closer to his maleness.

And just as my lips grazed the wet tip of his cock, the growl in his voice pushed me further.

My lips parted to let his steel hard cock have its way with my, and I heard his deep husky voice tell me to "Suck me. Suck me bitch. Suck my cock you cock hungry bitch". His cock slipped deeper into my mouth. It was both steel hard yet I could feel a softer spongy texture and a pulsating within.

I felt wicked and naughty as I submitted to his cock. I felt it plunder me orally. His hand held my head as his cock fucked my mouth. His hips thrusting back and forth filling my mouth with him. And I wanted him to use me. To seek release as the passion dictated. I didn't feel dirty or used, but felt a part of his need. I was seeing making love in a new light. There wasn't anything wrong with exploring the possibly intense physical side of sex. I sensed that he was being free for the first time. I was a part of his release. His release and fulfillment were in us.

I continued to devour him. To enjoy feeling his cock sliding in and out of my wet warm tight mouth. I enjoyed feeling the ridges and veins and the pulsating within his cock as he filled my mouth. I enjoyed feeling his balls slapping at my chin as he fucked me. I enjoyed feeing his midsection slap at my forehead as his cock slid in deeply into my hungry mouth.

I was enjoying pleasuring my man in a way so different from the past, and knew that the future was now a blank canvas for us to draw on. I felt the head of his cock at the back of my throat as I tried to relax and swallow his cock fully into my mouth. I wanted to feel his fullness completely within me. To know that I had him completely. Buried. Up to the hilt. His sac grazing my lower lip. Knowing that I had given myself to him completely. A sign that we were one fully.

I felt myself relax, and the tip of his cock in my throat. A momentary sense that I was going to gag gave way to a feeling of completeness. I had his cock fully within my willing mouth. It was a special moment. Knowing that we were one in this way. His hand on the back of my head eased up and I slowly slid my head backward, feeling his cock slip back.

When he was no longer pressing against my face, I stopped and bit down gently on his cock. I continued to bite down until I heard him moan, and felt just a hint of a jerk reflex. I relaxed my mouth and then bit down again, and then let his cock slide out of my mouth. I kept my lips wrapped around his cock and lathered him with my tongue. I wanted to make sure that his cock was all shiny and saliva coated.

"Pop", and his cock head slipped out of my mouth.

I slid up and kissed him fully, snaking my wet tongue into his mouth. Could he taste him? I hoped so, because that thought had me awfully tingly.

My boobs rubbed against his chest as I continued to suck on his tongue.

And my pussy quickly found its mark. The tip of his cock slipped between my slippery puffy lips, and I plunged his cock to the hilt in me. I rode is cock with a vengeance. I wanted to feel his cock impale me, to fill me. To feel it rub against my glistening twitching channel. I wanted to feel the sense of being one. Joined at the groin. His cock balls deep in me. His pubic bone mashed against mine. My nubbin ground against him.

I continued to ride him. Feeling his cock slip out, then plunge back deeply within. I was fucking him. I was on top. Being the man. Fucking my lover! Enjoying the feeling of impaling my lover's cock inside me. I was enjoying the heat of his hard meat filling me. And the look of lust returned in my husbands eye told me that he was enjoying the woman who was taking charge of her pleasure. Seeing that look took me over the edge.

My pussy spasmed. My muscles clutched at his impaled cock. And I felt his balls squished between his thighs and my butt as I sat down hard on his cock. I arched backwards at the onslaught of my orgasm, and then leaned forward, mashing my breasts into his face. I could feel his teeth grazing my breasts and biting my nipples. I continued to ground into him, as the fury of my orgasm peaked.

The spasms began to ebb. I continued to rub my breasts all over his face, feeling my nipples rub against his stubble like a rugburn.

I eased up on his cornered balls as I sat upright. The look in his eyes told n\me that he enjoyed being a plaything for my pleasure. Why is it that when a woman is the aggressor, she is a slut, or a whore, who needs to find her place, but when a guy needs some relief, it is his right. During our lovemaking just now, the role of aggressor reversed. For the better. If being the aggressor means that I am a slut or a whore, than I will enjoy being that in the confines of our lovemaking. I don't see that being a label that I will wear elsewhere.

I realized my husband was still rock hard, and hadn't cum. I had an idea. I wanted to feel his cock throb as he fucked me. I wanted to feel his cock erupt. I wanted to feel his cock spew, and know that my pussy was going to be ohhh sooo gooey and cream filled.

I whispered in his ear what I had in mind. That I wanted to fuck him until his cock throbbed inside me. I slowly began to rock back and forth feeling his cock slip in and out.

I whispered how I wanted to feel his cock throb inside me, as I continued to ride him.

I made my pussy muscles contract around his deeply buried cock, and rubbed my tits against his chest while nibbling on his ear. I could feel his cock twitch, as his breathing became more irregular.

I whispered how I wanted to feel his cock spurt. 

I whispered how I wanted to feel spurt after spurt of his cum erupting from his throbbing cock, knowing that he is filling my pussy with his thick creamy essence, as my pussy continued to suck in his cock. 

I began to whisper "I want..." and felt him twitch and shutter. His cock throb. And jet after jet of cum shooting deep inside me. It felt so warm. I continued to massage his erupting cock with my hungry pussy, greedily accepting all he had to offer me.

Gradually his tremors subsided and I whispered what I would like to do next.

I felt him jerk as I whispered how I wanted to slid off his sticky gooey cum coated cock, and bury it in my mouth. I felt him jerk as his cock slipped from my dripping sticky pussy. I rubbed the tip of his cock against me as I moved down, leaving a sticky trail of his essence on me. I shivered as I felt his cum coated cock slide between my heavy boobs, leaving his shiny mark on them.

My lips grazed his cock. My eyes enjoyed the vision of his not so rock hard cock, all shiny and slick. Covered in our juices. His and mine. The scent was heady, musky.

His cock slipped easily into my warm mouth and my tongue lapped and licked at this inviting morsel. I sucked on his cock softly, savoring the taste of our combined essences. I enjoyed the spongy texture and warmth of his manhood. And the wetness greeting my chin gave me a new thought.

"Pop" went his cock as it left my mouth. My lips grazing the underside of his cock, as I lowered my head.

I slowly licked and kissed my way down to his wet balls.

I gripped his ankles and raised them up, pushing them backward up to his chest.

I looked at his sticky coated balls and began licking them. It felt strange to be kissing him here. But it also felt very tingly. His balls felt soft and very warm, and tasted like pussy and cum. I kissed and licked first one ball, and then the other. And then the urge to try and suck one into my mouth hit me.

My husband jumped as he felt my mouth engulf his ball. I softly sucked on it. His moan told me that he was enjoying this new sensation. I had to admit it that I was too. I felt a sense of power as I continued to surround his one ball with my lips and mouth, while softly cradling his other one.

I released his one now clean nut and set my sight on his other one. He shivered as I slowly engulfed his nut into my now willing mouth. I licked and kissed his nut until it too was clean.

And then....

I slowly let my lips lick down lower.

The scent was much more musky.

It also teased me.

How far was I willing to go? Would I? Or would I stop?

My husband was holding his breath. This was totally new territory. He had fantasized about this, but now, he was sooooo close. He didn't want to move, to do anything that might destroy the moment.

His cock was once again rock hard. And there were tremors.

My lips were now in no mans land. Below his balls.

Slowly they inched forward.

My chin grazed it.

I stopped.

Letting my brain ingest the input.

Sensory overload.

Desire in drive.

He had kissed, licked, and pleasured me here. I know what it feels like on the receiving end. Not only from him now, but from two recent lovers.

But why did he enjoy it. Or more to the point, enjoy doing it. Was it solely for my pleasure as he had told me. Or was there more. Was it something he enjoyed in thought before it ever came close to action?

My brain told me to take this further.

My lips kissed.

My tongue licked.

My husband gasped.

I reached his weak spot.

My tongue lapped at his puckered rosebud.

My lips sucked on it.

I pressed my face deeper between his parted cheeks, and blew hot breath onto his rosebud.

I flicked my tongue back and forth across it, and tasted the mixture of sweat and muskiness. I knew that I would do this again, as I wondered what it would be like squeaky clean.

With one last slow flick of my tongue across the puckered surface, I began my journey back.

My mouth found his re-energized cock and swallowed it.

And then "Pop".

I looked up and told him I had an idea.

I moved up his body until we were face to face. I wondered if my face had a musky scent to it, and had my answer when he brushed his lips against mine and kissed me deeply. His cock nestled between my legs.

For a moment, I had other ideas

At last I refocused, and whispered how I wanted him to eat me. I wanted him to suck and lick my pussy. I wanted to feel his tongue lapping inside me.

I wondered if he would be so inclined.

Would he be willing to eat me. My pussy all sticky and gooey, his cum still oozing out of me. The thought of feeling his face buried between my legs, his tongue lapping between my lips was making me horny again.

And then I whispered that I want him to be on top, and to straddle my face with his cock.

So we could sixty nine. I wanted to suck his cock while he ate me. I wanted to feel his cock fucking my mouth as he got excited. I wanted to feel his growing passion physically. And hopefully his growing passion would show itself in his intensity of eating me.

He gently turned my so I was laying face up.

His knees straddled my face.

And his cock swayed as I felt him lower himself. His face was buried between my thighs, and his tongue lapping in me before I had a chance to take is cock into my now hungry mouth.

He lowered himself, slowly easing his cock into my mouth. And then he stopped, and I enjoyed just having him fill my mouth. No moving.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him deeply into me. I enjoyed having his cock buried in me. Feeling his thighs and stomach against me.

And he was working wonders on my pussy. His tongue licking and lapping.

We continued to explore one another orally.

Letting our senses roam.

My fingers began caressing his butt, and I suddenly wanted to play with his ass. I let my fingers caress his buns, the circles growing smaller, until my fingers were sliding between them. They slowly teased there way down. Until my forefinger found his rosebud.

I brought my forefinger to my lips and sucked it, before coating it with a generous dollop of saliva.

My wet forefinger found its way back to his rosebud, and with a little pressure, his rosebud opened and the tip of my finger slid in.

He bucked and filled my mouth with his cock to the hilt.

I pressed forward and watched my finger slip into his ass. It felt so warm and tight.

I began to slide my finger in and out.

I began to finger fuck my husband in his ass.

He for his part began to fuck my mouth with his cock, which was growing harder.

I pulled out my finger from his ass.

Umm.

Looked clean.

I brought my finger underneath his stomach to my nose. A musky earthy scent filled my nostrils. My finger grazed my lips and joined my husbands cock in my mouth before I realized it.

I didn't taste anything out of the ordinary. I sucked on my finger to get it good and moist, so that I could push it up my husbands ass again.

My finger pressed against his rosebud and easily slipped into his warm tight ass, and I began to fingerfuck him in tempo with sucking his now rock hard cock.

My husband took the cue, and grabbed my ankles and brought them upward until my knees were on either side of my chest. My ass was now his to enjoy.

He slipped two fingers into my pussy and fucked me for a few seconds, before I felt them grazing my skin as they slid lower.

While his tongue continued to assault my pussy, he teased my moistening rosebud.

And then I felt him press the two fingers together and press them against my rosebud.

After a momentary resistance to the intrusion, His fingers prevailed, and my rosebud blossomed. His two fingers slid into me, until they were buried to their knuckles. He began to move them around in my ass, sliding them in and out, stretching them apart, or twisting and turning them. My ass quivered and clutched at his fingers, and I enjoyed feeling them teasing me and fucking me. I began to move backward and forward, encouraging him to fuck my ass with his fingers.

We continued to please on another's asses as we sixty nined. Our passions building.

My husband's cock was rock hard, and I wanted his cock filling me elsewhere.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth with a "pop" and told him I wanted him.

He got off me and I immediately got on all fours, my ass in the air. I told him I wanted him to ravage my ass. I wanted him to plow me deep.

I felt his warm breath on my ass just before I felt his tongue getting my ass good and wet. He kissed and licked my ass thrusting his tongue in and out, trying to tongue fuck me.

I was ready.

I wanted to feel his cock press against my rosebud. To feel it pushing there. Slowly forcing my rosebud to blossom. To feel his cock "Pop". Feeling the head of his cock slip past my now open portal. The momentary sting and sense of fullness.

The tip of his cock pressed against my saliva lubricated star. Resistance gave way slowly and then suddenly, his cockhead was mine. My ass felt violated. Plundered. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel his cock fill me. To feel my ass filled with his meat. I began to push backward, forcing more of his cock into my tight opening. I wanted to feel his shaft sliding past my now wide eyed bud, plunging into my tight hot ass.




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And then I felt his thighs pressed against my buns, and his cock was buried in me. Okay honey, time to fuck my ass. Fuck me hard honey. I want to feel your cock pounding me. Push it deep. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes, fill me. My fingers find my nubbin as you impale your cock in me. Aarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggg! Oh yes honey, yessss, fuck my ass with your cock. Fill my ass deep with your cream.

My sphincter spasms as my pussy twitches, and I feel your cock deep in me. Oh yeah. I have a small orgasm, and my rosebud clutches at your cock as my orgasms crests. And then I feel your fingers dig into my butt as you begin to shake. You are about to cum honey.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I feel your cock throb. And then I feel a spurt. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you are cumming honey. My rosebud clutches again, as the thought hits me. There is something intimate and naughty about knowing that your cum is deep in my ass honey. I shiver at the thought that my ass will be oozing your cum for a while after we are done. The little pearly drips will be a reminder later of the moment you lost it, and your cock left your seed deep inside me.

I tremble as you cum. Thank you honey for pleasuring me. I look forward to our new journey in making love.

You slowly slide your cock out of me. I can feel your cum as your cock slides out. My ass feels rather lubricated. I feel little droplets softly ooze out of my now tender ass.

Your cock is all sticky and shiny, and slowly softens.

I am still on all fours, and as I raise my face of the carpet, your cock greets me.

Instinctively my lips part as the tip of your cock grazes them. Before I realize it, my tongue wraps around your soft cock and laps at it. Suddenly it hits me. I taste your cum, and something else. And then I realize that you just fucked me in my ass. And now, I am sucking you. I taste your cum which I now enjoy. And I taste me. I am cleaning up your cum and my butt. The taste does not repulse me. It is different. I realize that should you ever graze your cock across my lips again after I have wanted you in my ass, I would probably suck you again.

I continue to suck your cock as I ponder who is this woman?

Umm, the final chapter is about to unfold.

To be continued...



Unconventional Awakening Ch. 17



"Ring."

"Ring."

"Ring."

My husband answers as I continue to savor his cock in my mouth. It is soft and I lather it with my tongue. My tongue swirls around its head, teasing the tip. His cock feels warm and so soft. I chew on it gently, much to his delight.

He winks at me and gives me a shit eating grin as he talks to Paul. He says "Wait" and laughs softly. "Am I interested in dinner" he says softly, his eyes twinkling. I don't have to say anything. My husband tells Paul that we need a few minutes to be ready. He hangs up the phone and grinds his midsection in my face, while pushing my face down onto his cock.

And then suddenly he reaches down and slaps me on my bare ass lightly, before getting up.

He slips on his jeans, letting me know he plans on going commando style. I look at him inquiringly. He reads my questioning look. No bra or panties for me either! He slips on a black sweater that hugs his torso, and waits for me to get up and dressed. 

He smiles as I pull on my jeans, and enjoys seeing me carefully shimmying them over my still swollen and crusted pubes. I very slowly pull up the zipper waiting to flinch as the teeth catch a part of me. A feeling of immense gratitude washes over me when I realize I am fully zipped.

My husband has another surprise for me. He reaches under the bed and pulls out a gift wrapped box.

"Open it" he says as he tosses it to me. His eyes twinkle as my boobs bounce about as I catch it. 

I pull out black shoulder bare, V scooped, sweater. He went shopping while I was in class. He was preparing for our evening out. The V opening met just below my breasts. The material was heavy enough to not be see through, yet light enough for people to know that I was braless. I pulled the sweater over my head and felt the material caress my boobs as I pulled it down. It barely covered my shoulders, and I realized that it was good that we had enjoyed our recent tryst, otherwise the impression from my straps would have been evident. The V scoop indeed ended just below my breasts, giving everyone a view of the valley between as well as a glimmer of the underside of each breast. The material clearly displayed the outline of each nipple with a peak rising like little mesa's at their center. And my nipples weren't really hard at the moment. I sauntered over to my husband, feeling my boobs being caressed by the material as they undulated.

I threw my arms around his neck, feeling my tits mash against him, and his hands cupped my ass as we kissed. With a playful squeeze he pulled back, and it was time to go. He whispered in my ear that a good dinner was in order because I would need my strength, and playfully swatted my ass. 

We met Paul and Peter in the hallway and they must have noticed my lack of support. They momentarily froze in stride, looked at one another. I felt my husband's playful squeeze of my hand. He enjoyed the moment. What was he planning? Evidently, he was happy with how it was starting. My attire was having the effect he evidently had hoped for.

We went out to the same restaurant as Paul, Peter and I did on Sunday night. Paul and Peter exchanged glances as we pulled up, but nothing was said. After all, the restaurant was rated as one of the best in Chicago.

Being a Tuesday evening, the restaurant was not as crowded, and we were seated in a cozy round booth. I found out later that my husband had gone to this restaurant on his little shopping spree, and reserved this booth. He had known all along how much time we had to play earlier!

We enjoyed a scrumptious dinner complimented by several rounds of spirited beverages, that seemed to warm us all up. Exactly what my husband had hoped for.

After one last round of drinks, we made our way back to the hotel. My husband dropped us off at the entrance and we waited inside while he parked his SUV. When we were all together again, he wondered if we were up to enjoying a nightcap in our room.

Peter and Paul again exchanged a momentary glance before saying that sounded good. My husband said "Great, how about a half hour in our room, we needed some time to just freshen up a bit." I looked at him and wondered what was going on behind those twinkling gray eyes of his. I would soon find out. 

And now, for the blazing end to this tale.

My husband suggested that we take a shower before our guests arrived. He immediately stripped and headed toward the bathroom. I enjoyed seeing his naked butt as he walked. What did he have in store for us?

I quickly stripped and immediately thought of my first bath here on Sunday. The memory quickly started a small fire within me. I realized with a start that my nipples were hard nubbins and my pussy was becoming moist.

I heard the cascading of water and quickly made my way to the bathroom.

My husband was already in the large whirlpool tub, and had left the curtain open enough for me to step in and join him.

The spray of hot water striking my nipples sent tremors outward. My husband quickly began to lather me up, teasing my full breasts with his soapy hands. The tweaking of my nipples let me know that this was not a plutonic cleansing. His hands slowly slid downward, leaving a trail of soapsuds that quickly was washed away.

His fingers slowly traced the contour of my lips, before sliding between them, sliding down the now very wet cleft between swelling outer lips. His fingertip grazed my stiffening clit and sent shivers down to my quaking knees.

Two fingers found their way between the softness of my pouting lips and the inviting satiny softness inside. I gasped as his fingers slide deeper. And I leaned against him as their knuckles made contact with the sensitive skin covering my pubic bone,

My knees had a mind of their own, as I felt them give way, and I slowly knelt down. I no longer cared that my hair was going to get wet. I had to kneel to avoid a possible fall.

And I felt his now rock hard cock grazing me as I knelt.

The head of his cock rubbing against my chin and then lips.

He continued to rub his cock around my face, as the spray of water made me keep my eyes shut.

I felt his cock rub my cheeks, and across my closed eyes. Across my forehead, his balls rubbing my lips. And then his cock teased its way back toward my mouth.

When the head of his cock grazed my lips I put my arms around him and pulled his ass toward me.

My mouth open.

Allowing his cock to slip in, filling me.

When I had him pulled tightly against me, I bit down at the root of his shaft, while my tongue lapped all around the pulsing meat.

I then began to bob my head back and forth, fucking his cock orally. I enjoyed feeling the ridge between the head and the shaft slide between my lips, and occasionally let his cock slip completely free with a "Pop," only to swallow it back into my greedy hungry mouth. My fingers meanwhile were busy playing with his ass, knead his buns, before my fingers slid down the cleft between and massaged his twitching backdoor. I suddenly pulled my head back, and with a louder "Pop" his cock was suddenly free. With a wink I stood up, as my knees were now not rubbery.

"No time for this" I said, as I began to lather myself, making sure that I was going to be squeaky clean.

My husband surprised me by not being a brat, and finishing up with his part of the shower.

After we were both rinsed off, he turned off the water, and kissed me. As he was drying off he asked me if I would stay in the bathroom, and wait until our company was here.

I looked at him questioningly. What was he thinking?

He then told me that he thought our relationship was going to take a big step forward.

I continued to look at him blankly. What was his thinking?

He then told me that he would very much enjoy me making love with Peter and Paul, and himself. I guess I should haves seen that coming, based upon the past twenty four hours of conversation, but it still hit me hard. My husband wanted to make love to me with two other men present and evidently involved.

I had to admit that Sunday's spontaneous interlude was a first for me, and one that I felt somewhat guilty over afterwards and felt a need to discuss things with him, but this was different. Was I feeling tingly about making love again? Was I looking forward to making love to and with my husband? Did I want to try and rekindle the flames of Sunday night with Peter and Paul? What would they think? How would they feel about my husband's interests? Would they be skeptical? After all, how many guys asks a couple of until recently strangers to make love to their spouse, and want to be a part of it?

My husband dried off quickly and asked me to just stay in the bathroom until he got back. He was out of the bathroom before I could respond. What was I going to say? I was still in a loop of seemingly endless questions, and here was another? Where did he go? I had heard our hotel room door open and close. And I stood in the shower, dripping wet, and pondering.

Chaos! 

That was what I felt.

A whirlpool.

Circle upon circle of questions and feelings being drawn into a churning funnel spinning downward into darkness.

I absently reached for a towel and began drying myself off.

I had just wrapped a small towel around my head when our hotel room door opened and closed.

I held my breath until my husband said "Honey?"

It was reassuring to hear his voice. He was back. And evidently alone.

He came into the bathroom and to me.

He held me closely as he looked at me.

He was looking at me critically, trying to assess where was I at this moment.

I wasn't sure of that myself, and he was trying to figure this out?

Good luck I silently thought.

I had to admit I was both so unsure and yet a bit tingly. It was those extremes that had me wondering where I was. Part of my mind was actively engaged in seeing the possibilities, while the other part was saying this was insane.

I bit my lip silently and after a few moments he began to speak.

He had gone down to Paul's room. How'd he know which room was Paul's? But evidently he did. That was just one of my questions now. Actually I corrected myself Paul and Peter's room. Okay that settled....

Paul greeted him with a wary expression. Something my husband had expected. He was glad of that, as he felt that this was all new to all of them. My husband had the upper hand in that this had always been a fantasy of his, and he never imagined that he would ever have an opportunity to see it fulfilled. He wasn't upset or mad. Rather he had been extremely aroused since our conversation last night. And from what my husband had seen so far of Paul and Peter, he had allowed his fantasy to take flesh, so to speak, in the form of them. H liked them from the start. He didn't think that either was anything other than what they appeared to be. They seemed genuine. And he felt very comfortable with them. For some odd reason he hoped that this weekend would be the beginning of a friendship.

Anyway, to make a long story short, my husband let Paul and Peter now that he would enjoy having them come to our room for a nightcap and see where the evening took us all, as tomorrow we all departed back to our homes.

They accepted and would be down in a few minutes.

My husband was hoping that this was okay with me.

Yessss said very questioningly.

What was my husband thinking?

And then he told me.

If I was possibly open to it, he would enjoy spending tonight making love to me, but not only himself but Paul and Peter too. But only if I was okay with this. Was I ready to fulfill his long standing fantasy and more importantly possibly fulfill a new one of mine. One recently germinated, and evidently still in the blossom stage.

Paul and Peter would be here in a few minutes. And my mind and heart were reeling.

My husband left me standing there. He said he hoped that I was open to letting my self go and se where the evening took us all. He said he hoped that I would wait in the bathroom until I knew that Peter and Paul were here. And that I would either come out of the bathroom wearing only the robe, loosely closed, or better yet, wearing nothing but a smile. He smiled as he said this, and kissed me on my cheek. I sensed that I was the one who had the control on the rest of the evening. Everything that would happen would happen because I was comfortable with it, or they sensed that I wanted it. That knowledge made me feel more assured, and also made me feel a deeper appreciation of the man that I married than ever before. This had been his fantasy, but an important part of the fantasy was that in the end I would be pleasured as much as anyone else would. There was a feeling of equality. That thought galvanized the next few minutes.

I dried myself off, enjoying the reflection staring back at me so blatantly. I looked at the woman in the mirror and thought that she ain't that bad. I saw someone attractive and possibly sexy. But sexiness is a state of mind as well as of body. These past three days have shown me that I have both. The past three days have seen a volcano go off inside of me. And the eruption was still continuing. I was open to seeing where this evening might lead. I would like to try making love to these three men in my life. And I hope that they would enjoy making love to and with me. The "and with" part was important to me. I didn't want to feel used, but an integral part in all of us being involved in the outcome. I sensed that my husband believed that we would be equal in what happened. And that made me feel secure.

I think I was ready.

I would know in a few minutes.

I put on my robe.

And waited.

I heard the knock at the door, and the whish as the door opened, followed by Paul and Peter and my husband exchanging the most common of pleasantries as they entered and the door closed.

I head my husband if they would like something to drink, and requests in the process of being filled.

And I thought it was my time to make my entrance.

I took one step toward the door, and stopped.

I looked in the mirror one more time.

And the woman looking at me seemed to be challenging me.

Would I have the guts or feel that comfortable.

If it were just my husband, I wouldn't be wearing this robe.

But it wasn't just my husband.

But they other two gentleman had become very intimate friends just a few nights past.

Where we were now was a result of Sunday night.

I had worn a robe then, and when all was said and done, I was fully intimate with them then.

The belt opened and the robe slid off my shoulders.

With one last look at my friend in the mirror, I opened the door and stepped into the room.

I said "Hi" as threes sets of eyes stared at me. I looked first at my husband, whose eyes told me "Thank you" as he smiled.

Peter and Paul were speechless, but I think the ice was definitely broken. There was no turning back. We were in uncharted waters, and on an unknown course. We were in this together.

My husband quickly came over t o me and hugged me, kissed me, and whispered "Thank you darling, I hope you know I do love you more than ever." He then looked t our two quiet guests and asked if her state made them uncomfortable?

They looked at each other and shrugged. What were they supposed to say? But the growing tents in their pants said otherwise.

My husband said then told Paul and Peter about his long time fantasy and our conversation last night. And that he hoped that we would enjoy an unforgettable evening. He hoped that they were as open to tonight as they had been Sunday night. With that, he began to strip.

Paul and Peter didn't really know what to do, so after my husband had his sweater off, he whispered to me to go and see if I could help our friends make themselves more comfortable.

I walked over to Paul and straddled him, pressing my boobs against him as I planted my lips on his. I put my arms around his neck and began to French him. My tongue gently forced his lips apart and suddenly his tongue responded and slid into my mouth. His hands wrapped around the small of my back and then wandered upward. They gradually parted and moved to my sides before coming forward and caressing my breasts. He held one in each hand, supporting them from underneath, holding them and gently squeezing them. I heard a moan try and escape from him, and I could feel a hardness pressing against my groin, a groin that was becoming wetter and wetter, and leaving my essence on his crotch. When I sensed that he was now more receptive to the possibilities, I slowly pushed backward ending our kiss, and told him that I think Peter might need some attention.

I smiled as I slowly stood up, letting my breasts caress his face, his eyes closed and lips pursed. His erection very evident in the bullseye of a wetspot.

I walked over to where Peter was sitting, and sat down on his lap. My pussy immediately began leaving a pool of me on his tent and I pulled his head down to my left breast. I rub my breasts agross his face before holding my right breast and bringing it too his lips. I brushed his lips with my nipple and just held it there. I felt his lips part and his teeth gently nibble on me. His mouth began to suck softly, and I felt my nipple and then my breast being pulled into his mouth. I softly ground myself downward, feeling his harness rub against my pussy. I mashed my boob against his mouth and nursed him.

I then pulled my now glistening boob and wet hard nipple from his mouth and quickly replaced it with my tongue. I snaked my tongue into his mouth and teased his, before pulling back and standing up. I think both Paul and Peter were now ready to join in whatever the evening would hold.

My husband asked the gentleman to please stand up, and after they did, if I would do them the honor of helping them remove their clothes.

I began with Paul. He was unbuttoning his shirt when I began to kneel down. He froze momentarily as I knelt. I unbuckled his belt slowly, teasing him. His zipper was pressed outward straining it in the middle.

I unbuttoned his jeans, and they flew apart on their own accord. I began to unzip him being careful to try and not nick him. After I was past the center of the bulge the zipper slide down almost on its own accord, and the cause of his bulge sprang outward. The tip of his cock was peeking out through the opening in his briefs.

I gently pulled apart the opening and rolled the material backward, exposing his cock more fully. I slowly raised my head until my lips were level with the little eye in the center. I put my hands around him and embraced him, pulling him toward me. My lips parted and my mouth readily accepted him into me. My lips wrapped around the sliding shaft, feeling the warmth and hardness yet softness of his cock as I swallowed his offering. I began to move my head back and forth allowing his cock to fuck my mouth. I felt deliciously giddy as I continued to increase his desire. I could sense his growing desire in the tremors I felt in his knees, and in his breathing. His hand softly clutched my head and pushed and pulled me back and forth as his cock pistoned back and forth. Occasionally I would gently bite down which caused him to shiver.

After a few minutes of our enjoyment I relaxed my embrace of his buns and pulled my head back. There would be time for this later. We first had to get him and Peter properly attired, or more correctly un-attired.

I pulled Paul's jeans down, and then rolled the waistband of his briefs down, being careful to roll back the open over his now glistening and very erect cock. I couldn't resist one last quick nibble on his cock before pulling his briefs all the way down. 

Paul had by now removed his shirt and undershirt, and I stood up so he could slide his jeans and briefs off completely.

I now turned my attention to Peter who had removed his upper garments and had his jeans off. He was just beginning to peel off his briefs when I grabbed them from his hand. I pulled them down as my face moved toward his crotch and the seven plus inches of prime hard cock standing out and upward.




Unconventional Awakening Ch. 17



I grabbed him by his ass and pulled him to my open mouth. I raised my head and tilted it downward to allow him to slide into my waiting mouth. I felt his head graze the back of my throat, and lifted my head slightly so that I could tilt it some more. I then slowly pushed my head downward, feeling the tip of his cock slip deeper. I told myself to relax, and after a few moments, ever so slowly inched my head forward, feeling his hardness filling me deeper. I saw his midsection so close to me, ever so slowly it was closer and closer. His cock was sliding deeper and deeper, filling my passage. I was feeling light headed and a feeling of gagging was never far off. Yet a was able to relax enough to slowly allow him to fill me.

Until I felt the hairs on his midsection tease my nose.

I had his cock fully in me. I held still a moment before pulling back. I realized that my pussy was spasming slightly. I continued to slowly ease Peter's cock out of my throat. And when it slipped past the opening passage downward, I began to bob my head back and forth sucking this joystick. I enjoyed feeling his cock fuck my mouth knowing that I was able to feel it fully within me, but not sure that I would enjoy that again as much as I was enjoying feeling him slide back and forth, in and out. I know that I would enjoy having his cock fill me fully elsewhere, but for orally, I hoped that Peter wouldn't be upset if I couldn't repeat what we had just done. I don't know, if the mood struck, would I be inclined to try it again. "That was it!," I had been the one to initiate this, thus ready to try it. It wasn't forced on me. Had it been forced, I doubt very seriously that I would have been able to. But that was pretty much how I thought the evening was going to go. Nothing forced! And that was important to me.

I sensed that Peter was now ready to see where this evening would lead to.

We were all now ready.

Since this was my husband's fantasy possibly being played out, he was the director.

With this in mind, I stood up and looked at him.

And the show began.

He laid down on the bed his cock standing stiff and ready.

He then asked me to straddle him, so that he could enjoy eating what he hoped would be a very wet, and juicy pussy. I just told him that he needn't worry, as I was flowing.

I gladly straddled him and sat on his face, grinding my wet pussy on his lips and wanting his tongue to slip into my hole and lick up my juices.

Before he began eating me he asked me if it was okay with me if Peter fucked me. I just pushed down on his face with my dripping wet pussy and he knew that was okay with me, if Peter was okay with it.

It must have been okay with Peter as he moved behind me.

And then my husband asked me if I would make love to Paul. Again, I was open to this.

Paul came over to me, and I brought my face close to his midsection. He softly grasped my head as he brought his cock to my lips. My lips willing parted and my mouth opened to invite him in.

I began to pleasure Paul.

Peter moved behind me and I felt his cock press against my pussy lips. I wondered how my husband was going to eat me while Peter was fucking me, but this was his fantasy, so I imagined he had it worked out in his head.

I continued to enjoy the oral fucking Paul was giving me, when I felt Peter's cock slip past my very wet and puffy lips and sink into me. Peter didn't move after impaling me with his cock.

And then I knew why. He was waiting to see how my husband was going to position himself to be able to eat me while he fucked me.

I felt my husbands head move and his lips planted on my love bud. I shivered from the contact.

He began to kiss and lick my pleasure bud, sending a continuous stream of tremors flowing through me. I felt my pussy clutch and spasm around Peter's cock, and I must have bit down on Paul's cock because he flinched and pushed his cock deeper. I was only able to accommodate half of Paul's cock because of its girth. It was shorter than Peter's but much bigger around, thus I was only able to take about half of his meaty cock into me.

We slowly got into a rhythm. We slowly rocked back and forth with Paul fucking my mouth or I bobbing my head up and down, Peter fucking my pussy, and my husband teasing my clit with his tongue. My husband's cock was the only one that didn't have a place to call home, yet! His cock was like a steel spear, the purple engorged head looking so inviting. I looked up at Paul with my eyes and pulled my head back.

We were positioned on the bed with my husband's ass just at the edge of the bed, and Paul standing between his splayed legs. The bed was high enough that Paul's cock was just inches above my husband's midsection.

I asked Paul if he could spread his legs apart a bit.

When he did, his cock now was almost level with my husband's cockhead. I could now alternate between sucking Paul's big fat cock and my husband's smaller cock. Paul was evidently excited, as he left a trail of sticky pre-cum, slowly oozing from his one little eye all over my face. When I swallowed my husband's cock, Paul's cock rubbed across my cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, and occasionally grazed my puffed out lips. It felt so naughty to be swallowing a cock and have another cock caressing my face. While a third cock was stuffing my pussy.

I continued to bob my head up and down on my husband's hardness for a few more moments, until I felt Peter's cock slip out of my pussy and my husband's tongue stop working its magic on my stiff little clit.

I could feel Peter's cock rub back and forth across my puffy wet lips, my sheath empty and wanting. And then I realized that a part of my husband's fantasy was being fulfilled.

In his fantasy, we are engaged in sixty-nine, while another lover's cock is feeding my pussy. Intermittently his cock would slip out of my wet tangy pussy and my husband's lips would wrap themselves around his cock, tasting my essence and licking me off my lover's hard cock.

I tremored slightly, imagining Peter's cock now slipping into my husband's willing mouth. Did my husband enjoy the taste on Peter's cock? Did he enjoy having him in his mouth? How did he feel having a man's cock fucking his mouth? Filling it? How much of Peter's cock was my husband able to swallow? Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh! A slight tremor coursed through my core. I tried to imagine my husband taking Peter's cock deep, my husband's mouth stuffed. Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!....

I swallowed my husband's cock, until I felt the hairs on his midriff tickling my nose. I hoped that Peter had his cock buried equally deep. Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I listened intently, hoping to hear the squishing sound of lips sucking around a shaft disappearing into a warm inviting mouth. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

I trembled feeling Peter's cock sliding across my wet lips, feeding my husband's mouth, sliding back out glistening with my husband's saliva, rubbing back across me. I bit down on my husband's cock, causing him to buck slightly, his pelvic bone mashing against my chin, lips, and nose. I enjoyed the heat radiating from my husband's cock, and the slight pulsations as he twitched in me.

I trembled as I enjoyed the vision of my husband's cock being buried in my mouth while he had a lover's cock fucking his mouth. Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

And feeling Paul's cock waiting to slip back into me as he rubbed it across my face, or gently slapped me with it.

Peter's cock stopped grazing my pussy.

My husband's tongue began to slide back and forth between my slick lips.

And I could feel someone's warm breath blow softly across my puckered smaller opening.

Lips pressing against me.

A tongue lightly lapping me.

Then thrusting rapidly.

Leaving my rosebud wet and glistening.

His tongue thrusting with more urgency now, probing my opening.

Pushing.

Trying to force my opening to yield.

The tip of his tongue granted access.

Pushing.

I grind my ass backward, pushing against the invading tongue.

My rosebud acquiescing. Yielding. Inviting.

Wet. Glistening. Ready.

Vacated.

And then something rubs gently up and down the cleft between my wide stretched cheeks.

Stopping momentarily teasing the glistening opening before resuming it back and forth pacing.

And then, it stops at the opening.

The pressure builds.

My opening slowly parts to accept this invader.

I feel both the urge to push back and invite more of this intruder inside me, and the urge to stay still and allow my opening to stretch.

"Pop"!

His head slips past the outer gate.

It stings momentarily as my portal adjusts to this guest.

But it also sends a current flowing deeper.

An urge to feel him slip fully inside.

An urge to feel him plunder me.

To plunder my ass.

To fuck me fully, and deeply.

I want to feel him buried. I want to be impaled. Stuffed. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

I push backward, feeling my husband's tongue slide upward, past the juncture of my lips, as Peter's cock sinks deeper into my warm, tight, nether world. Ooooooooohhhhh, I want to feel his balls pressed against me. Knowing that he is buried to the hilt. Buried as deep as he can be in my ass! I enjoy being fucked in my ass! And I think "Who is this woman?"

I feel Peter push too. Deeper. A sense of increasing fullness. His cock caresses me inside as he slips ever deeper. My pussy tingles as it feels him slipping deeper into me on the other side of the membrane separating this sheath from that one. My pussy wants to be filled too. In time it will.

In time my pussy will know what it feels like to be stuffed as its neighbor is also filled. A sensation unlike anything I have ever felt until then. One worth looking forward too. One worth experiencing as I will find out.

And my third opening also filled. My husband's fantasy of longstanding that will come to fruition tonight.

A fantasy that I will soon come to realize that is something that I could never have imagined as being so draining, and that would deepen our bond beyond what we had up to now.

A fantasy that we both would like to expand upon, and that we would do together. This was now going to become something we shared and nurtured together.

Peter's balls were trapped between his thighs and my pussy. Ummmmmmmmmmm! It felt delicious to know that his cock was as deep in me as possible. The sense of fullness incredible.

It was time for him to fuck my ass. To feel him sliding back and forth. Feeling his cock slide in and out of me. Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! 

I pushed my ass backwards impaling his cock as deep as I could, hoping that he would get the message – FUCK MY ASS!

I pulled forward slightly before ramming my ass back against his midsection, feeling his balls compact between us.

I then felt Peter slide his cock back, slowly leaving a growing void as his cock receded from my depths.

WHAM!

Peter slams his cock back into me, plundering my depths with his steel hard spear. His stomach pressed tightly against my spread cheeks.

I gasp at the force of his penetration, and my pussy twitches ever so slightly.

Slowly Peter begins to fuck my wanting ass. Occasionally Peter withdraws his cock until the tip of his cock is pressed against my now spongy gapping eye. It feels like my backdoor is open, and Peter's cockhead ready to plunder my defenseless orifice again.

I feel violated yet empowered. I want his cock to ravage my ass. I want to feel my ass being powerfully fucked. My depths split open. I want to feel his seed spew deeply into my warm darkness, splashing my walls with his thick spunk. I want to feel his cock plunge to the hilt as the throes of orgasm overtake him, and his cock is powerless to resist spurting jet after thick ropey jet of his essence into my backdoor core. To feel his cock splitting my ass in two. OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Peter fucks my ass with increasing passion. His cock seesawing in and out of my clutching channel.

And then suddenly, nothing.

My ass is abandoned. 

I sense that my rosebud is a gapping hole. Open. Ready to be filled once again.

And then I feel his cock rubbing against that thin strip of no mans land between my now open ass and my dripping pussy.

I think my husband is tasting my ass.

I hear what sounds like sucking sounds, and can only imagine Peter's cock slipping past my husband's lips. OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I pull my mouth of my husband's cock and look backward.

OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Peter's cock is slipping in and out of my husband's mouth. His cock glistens as he pulls back, my husbands cheeks puffed outward from the blowjob he is giving Peter. I nearly collapse, my breasts mashing my husbands midsection, as I tremble at the thoughts racing through my feverish mind.

The tremors weaken, and I return my attention to Peter. I wrap my lips around his bulbous cockhead, and begin to suck.

Paul picks up my cue, and begins to fuck my face. His cock filling the warm void. My tongue bathing and lathering his shaft. Back and forth, his cock slides. Each time going just a bit deeper. I wonder how much of his monster cock I can swallow. With each thrust I feel a point of no return approaching.

My lips are stretched so tightly that they feel like they will crack. I feel his cockhead repeatedly graze the back of my throat. Will his cock go further? Will I be able to let his cock slip deeper? Past where my gag reflex would kick in. I try and relax my throat, breathing deeply through my nose.

Paul seems to sense that he might be as far in my mouth as he dare go. He moves back and forth ever so slightly, just teasing me. I relax, and clamp down on what I have in my mouth, and he pulls back.

He begins to fuck my face anew, letting his cock go just so far. I enjoy the fullness of his cock. It feels different than Peter, who is longer, yet thinner, and my husband's. I tingle at the notion that all cock are different, yet all are similar. I enjoy them! They can provide a tremendous amount of pleasure, if they are handled right. I tingle knowing that I want all my openings filled with my lovers cocks. I want to be a gangbang princess. I am not sure if that is the correct term, but I do want my princes to make merry with me, and I with them.

I let Paul's cock slip out of my mouth with a snappy "pop," and ease myself upward.

I can now look backward and see Peter's cock slipping deep into my husband's mouth.

I ease of my husband, and smile as I watch him taking Peter into him. He looks at me, and pulls Peter shiny wet cock out of his mouth, and motions me to slide where he is.

We trade places, and my husband now feeds Peter's cock into my mouth. He tells me to arch my head backwards, and proceeds to force more of Peters' cock into me. I taste Peter's cock as I lick and bathe him in my mouth. A taste not unlike some cheeses, cultured, organic. The thought that this organ had been intimate with my nether region did not detract but added to the rising tension surging through me. I had heard of ATM, and now I was experiencing it. And it wasn't unpleasant. Rather it added fuel to a smoldering fire.

I wrapped my arms around Peter's ass and pulled his cock deeper into my mouth. I wanted him to know that I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked in ways never experienced.

And the night promised to fulfill that desire.

I relaxed my grip on Peter, and let his cock slip out of my now seasoned mouth.

I stood up and pushed Paul down on the bed. I was not to be denied.

Paul feel backward and I straddled him, my wet pussy pursed over the tip of his cock.

I plunged my pussy down, impaling his rod fully into me. The friction of his cock against my pussy walls made me want to fuck his cock raw. I looked over my shoulder and told Peter to kneel on the bed, and bury that wonderful cock of his in me. To assault my beckoning ass and tame it. I wanted to feel his cock fill my hot tight nether world while his friend fucked my horny pussy.

I wanted to feel their manhoods sliding in and out of my body, rubbing one another through the membrane between my two wanton holes. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, my stretched rosebud and filled womanhood were being stimulated and pleasured in a way I never imagined possible.

Peter and Paul began to fuck me in tandem. There was something deliciously wicked about being fucked in both openings simultaneously. Feeling each working in a unison one sliding out while the other slipping in, feeling their cocks rub one another. The tempo picking up as we all established a rhythm, like pistons sliding back and forth, in and out, in a well tuned engine.

And then my husband stepped up to me and slapped my face with his cock. My lips parted and his hardness invaded my only other hole. My holes were now filled and being fucked. Was I being raped? Plundered? The helpless boy toy? A fuckbucket? I didn't feel like that, as I was the one who had started this act. I wanted my holes stuffed. Cocks buried in me. Filling me. Fucking me. Feeling the rising passion of increasingly raw sex.

Paul's cock slamming my pussy, my lips feeling raw.

Peter's cock sawing in and out of my gaping clutching ass. He would let his cock slip out of me, making my ass beg to be restuffed. I thought that my rosebud remained agape, trying to invite Peter back inside me. Wanting him to slip his tool back inside and massage my inner passage.

My husband's feeding me his cock, fucking my mouth.

I wanted to feel their tools throb and erupt. I wanted to feel rope after thick rope of cum spurt. Peter's cock buried to the hilt, as he groaned and let loose – his cock shooting round after round of his cream up my far reaches of my ass.

I wanted to feel Paul's thick club plunged deeply in my pussy, pressing my cervix as his cock let loose with his barrage of cum shots. My pussy oozing the overflow of his essence.

I wanted to feel my husband hold my head as he felt the release overcome him. His cock throbbing as each blast of cum sprayed in my mouth, his sticky essence overflow oozing out and dripping down my face.

I wanted to be coated with their love. To feel my openings flow as their cock's slipped out of me.

To feel Peter's cream trickle out of my punished spongy, gapping rear door.

Paul's gooey cum flowing out of my freshly fucked and puffy red pussy.

My husbands sticky essence leaving trails like waterfalls from the excess that was not able to flow down my throat.

Peter was the first to given in to his release, and blast his load deep in my nether world. I could feel his cock throb as each rope of cum spurted out and washed against my warm folds of me hot tight ass. His orgasm pushed me harder against Paul, who bucked his pelvis as he shot his load into me.

Peter and Paul continued to fuck me, and their copious emission made their cocks slip and slide easily within me.

My husband gripped my head and groaned as his cock spewed forth jet after jet of thick cream. I tried to swallow the almost constant stream of his essence.

I felt fulfilled. I could feel my holes filled with my lover's cum.

Peter's softening cock slipped out of my ass, a trickle of cum oozing out and pooling on the tousled sheets. Paul slid his cock out of my aching pussy.

My husband popped his cock out of my coated mouth, and turned me over on my back.

Peter's cum now flowed down between my cheeks and a growing wet spot spread out from between my sticky buns.

My head hung over the side of the bed, and he instructed Peter and Paul to have me clean their cocks with my mouth.

They stood on either side of me, and their cocks grazed my face, leaving sticky trails of cum in their wake.

My husband told me to clean Peter's cock first. I knew why. He wanted me to lick off our anal lovemaking. Would I eat his cock?




Unconventional Awakening Ch. 17



As I held my husband's look, I let Peter's cock slip between my lips and slide into me. I licked his cum and my ass juices as I sucked him into my mouth. I bathed his cock clean with my tongue, leaving his cock glistening. I slowly let Peter's cock slip deeper and deeper. I was able to swallow his cock until his pubic hairs tickled my nose. My second ATM, and I knew that if I was clean, that sucking my lover's cock after it had pleasured my ass was something that I would be open to in the future.

I had a sudden desire to take my husband's challenge one step further. I asked Peter to turn around and bend over. I wanted to feel his ass planted on my lips. I wanted to be absolutely naughty. There was something primal about feeling his masculine hairy buns rub my face as the musky rubbery brown eye pressed against my lips. I kissed his ass and massaged it with my thrusting tongue. I lapped at his ass and tried to bury the tip of my tongue just past his rosebud. Suddenly his rosebud softened, and my tongue slipped into the satiny softness of his back door. I twitched as I realized that I had the tip of my tongue lapping just inside his puckered ass. Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Peter jumped as my tongue penetrated him. His knees gave way and he tumbled to the floor. I giggled and smiled when he let out a long low groan.

My husband told me that it was now Paul's turn to be cleaned. Paul straddled my face and let his now cum caked cock press my lips. I opened my mouth to let him access my serviceable orifice. He was free to fuck my face as he felt. I felt his hands grip my head and buck backward and forward, using my mouth as he desired.

His cock began to stiffen and he fucked my mouth with increasing passion.

His cock began to throb.

And then he pulled his glistening cock out of me and stroked himself, et\yes closed, fingers pumping.

Splat.

A rope of cum flew forth and landed on my face, splashing across my cheek, and into my hair.

Splat!

Another rope hits my chin and sprays across my chest, droplets spraying on my nipple.

Splat!!

My lips are sprayed, and spatters my chin and nose.

Splat.

A smaller load hits my closed eye, a small pool in the depression near my nose.

Splat.

As I feel a drool of cum on my lips followed by his cock parting them.

His cock continues to tremble and cum oozes out as he lets the last waves of his orgasm ooze into my waiting mouth.

I felt sticky and gooey. My pussy caked with drying cum, my ass oozing a rivulet of white.

My face covered with sprays of fresh essence.

And I hear my husband say thank you, as I feel his cock rub softly in the pool of cum in the corner of my eye. He rubs Paul's cum in a widening circle, before sliding his cock down my cheek, and grazes my lips. My mouth is ready to service him. As he slips his cock into me, I hear him tell Paul and Peter to come closer. He asks them if they would like to jack off on me. I shudder thinking is it possible? Can they cum again?

I sense movement. I sense them pulling on their limp cocks. I wonder can they shoot again.

I continue to service my husbands cock. Sucking him gently. Softly. Rolling his cock around inside my mouth, massaging him with my tongue.

All the time listening to the sounds of hands stroking cocks. Hearing grunts.

My husband's cock begins to rise. Getting firmer. I he planning on cumming in my mouth? Does he have it within him?

I hear a moan and feel a warm shot of cum it me. It lands on my chest, coating my right boob. A second smaller blast landing between my boobs. And then a steady drip, drip on my lips as his cock seeks out my mouth. I open up wider feeling two cocks slipping back and forth past my lips.

And Paul lets go with his load, spraying me squarely on my face, splashing my husband and Peter's cocks with cum. My pussy twitches as I imaging my face all covered with cum, and two cocks enjoying the warmth of my mouth.

The party continued into the night and the early morning.

I had my legs brought upto my chest as they took turns fucking me in my ass. Paul was the last one as my husband was afraid he might be too big otherwise. Both my husband and Peter had my as well lubricated and conditioned. My husband held my legs apart as I sucked his cock, while Paul eased his club into me. I was grateful that they went before Paul, as Paul stretched my anal sheath to the max.

Suddenly Paul's cock was buried head deep, and I was now ready to see if I could take his monster all the way. I pushed down letting him know that I was ready to try it.

And he began to push, slowly, deeper. His cock filling me to a new fullness. My bowels felt stuffed to the hilt. He fucked slowly, letting my ass ease into taking him in.

My husband was gently rocking me back and forth, and then he asked Paul to pull out.

Huh?

What the hey?

He had something he wanted to try.

Something he had seen in movies.

Something that Peter and he might be able to do.

Peter laid down next to me and I was told to turn over and straddle him. I did thinking that he was going to fuck me.

He was but not where I thought.

My husband put the tip Peter's cock at my anal opening and pushed it it. It slipped in easily.

My husband then knelt behind me and placed his cock against Peter's.

I was suddenly aware of what he had in mind.

A double penetration!

Up my ass!!!

I felt his cock pressing against my anal sheath, and it was tight.

I wasn't sure that this was possible.

I held my breath and closed my eyes tight as the pressure built.

Slowly he pressed forward.

Peter's cock buried inside me.

"Pop!"

The head of his cock nestled against Peter's shaft.

And slowly my husband pushed his cock deeper.

I was being double fucked.

I had two cocks fucking me.

Both in my ass!

I felt each cock slipping past one another. My anal opening being stretched to the max.

Yet it felt so wicked.

My husband had told me about watching scenes of what we were now doing.

And I felt like a porn star.

I suddenly wanted to see if they could double pump me. Could they both cum? Would it be possible for them to fill my now tingly and stuffed ass with their cream together? Was I being a piggy, wanting to feel them both erupt at the same time, filling my ass with a double load of cream? My mind reeled at the thought of my ass flowing with a torrent of cum. I push down trying to bring them over the edge. To fuck me together and erupt.

I bore down on Peter and he began to moan. I pushed back against my husband burying him as deeply in me as possible and wriggled my buns to try and spur my lovers on. I was a bitch, an anal bitch, in heat. And I was rewarded.

I felt their cocks twitch.

And spurts of cum shooting into me.

I bucked as they continued to fire.

Filling me with their essences.

They gradually softened and slipped out of my now very wet and leaking ass. I rolled over to allow Peter to move.

And then I felt Paul climb behind me. His cock nuzzling my just vacated and violated ass.

An ass that was now ready to take him easily. His cock slid past my gaping opening and plunged in deeply. He fucked my ass hard and fast, sawing his cock in and out. His balls slapping against me as he pounded in and out. He gripped my hips as he pistoned his cock into my depths and back.

His need rising.

The volcano erupted deep within me, splashing his seed into my depths.

He continued to plunder my ass, his cock slipping in and out with greater ease as his cum coated his cock.

His cock slipped out of my as and I collapsed.

I felt breathless and spent.

I laid there as I felt the bed shake.

And a cock grazed my lips.

My lips parted as I continued to just lay there.

My eyes closed, I let my lover fill my mouth.

I sucked him gently.

Licking him clean. Tasting his cum and my anal residue.

Another cock beckoned.

My lips slipped off the one cock to begin attending to cleaning up another.

And then another cock sought my lips.

And slid into my waiting mouth.

I fell asleep with my lips wrapped around a lover's cock. I had finished what I started. And enjoyed making love and being made love to. I will be open to any and all possibilities....

Thank you to those who said they enjoyed my style of writing. This is my first attempt. This is a story! Actually this is the result of a collaboration between two other close friends and myself, who decided to try and write a fuck story from a girl's perspective. We were able to let our minds go free with the aid of some libations and help from our significant others.

We do not advise anyone trying this. We realize the inherent dangers of unsafe sex, anal sex, and anal/vaginal, and anal/oral sex. We admit that talking about it and trying to put the story line together did make us horny. But not horny enough to risk doing something that could be fatal.

We hope that you enjoyed it as a story! I/we would consider additional story lines if we get requests.

We would particularly enjoy hearing from other women, as we feel that we have just as much of a drive as guys, and given encouragement a desire to share our fantasies and thoughts.