5 comments/ 30483 views/ 2 favorites Valentine's Day Surprise By: Victoria_2001_02769 This Is Dedicated To: Desiree... With Love, Mike I asked Victoria to write this for you, from me. February 14, Valentine's Day. It had always been a very special day for Mike and Desiree. As Des walked out to her car... she hoped tonight was going to prove no exception. It had begun snowing as she walked from the office to her car... a 2002 Subaru, which had been a present from her parents when she graduated from Law School. Des was so deep in thought about the case she was working on, and the motions requesting a continuance she had sent by courier to the judge, that she hadn't heard the voice of her co-worker Natalie calling to her from the elevator. She had just taken her keys from her purse, when a hand shot out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face the trim woman behind her. "Damn Des," Natalie swore under her breath. "Where were you just now? I've been calling to you since you left the office." "Walk with me the rest of the way to my car, Nat. I'll explain as we walk." The trim five foot, five inch Brunette fell in step with the equally trim five foot, three inch Brunette beside her and a lively conversation ensued. "I'm sorry, Nat... I have this court case on my mind, and the new motions, based on the results of the discovery, are just giving me fits! Something is very wrong... I have a gut instinct, and gongs going off in my head each time the Plaintiff steps into my office. Add to that, it's Valentine's Day. "It's a good thing I went home at lunch to change the bed and put on the set of Hell's Red Satin Sheets I got last week. This snow will make it slow driving. Here's my car. Get in and I'll drive you over to yours." The girls quickly get into Des' Metallic Green Subaru, and buckle up as the engine leapt into life and the heater clicked on. "I wish I could help you out with that one, Des. I must admit though, if the Plaintiff is the one I saw walking out of your office about two hours ago, I don't know whether I'd find him in contempt for looking so handsome; or find him guilty." Both girls cast a quick look at each other and burst into the easy laughter of long-time friends. Desiree dropped Natalie at her car. Natalie got out, keys in hand, with a promise to call Desiree in a few hours. Des waited while Nat opened the driver's door and turned the key in the ignition, locked the door and her automatic seat belt slid into place, and then drove home. When she got home, she was in for yet another disappointment... one that would put a damper on her entire evening. She had just walked into the kitchen from the side porch, where she'd taken off her boots and hung her coat, as the phone rang and she reached for it. "Hello?" her soft, cultured voice rang down the mouthpiece. "Desiree Perth-Robbins here." She immediately heard soft male laughter on the other end of the receiver and realized it was her husband, Mike. "Hello darling!" She smiled at the word. "Sorry about the way I answered. It's an occupational hazard at times. Where are you? I thought you were off tonight. I only just now got home. This snow is snarling up traffic everywhere!" "Honey?" He began... "That's why I'm calling. They called me in tonight, short notice. The lieutenant called, and I couldn't say no. I'm sorry baby... I know what today is... and I know how we were looking forward to tonight." Desiree's cry of frustration cut into what Mike was saying. "Oh Mike! You promised me you wouldn't work tonight!" It was a good thing that Mike couldn't see his wife's face right now; for at his words, it had just crumbled and her eyes were brimming with unshed tears. She barely heard the rest of what her husband had to say, and she hung up the phone a few minutes later. She slowly walked up the stairs to the bedroom she and Mike shared, and walked across the carpet, headed for the bathroom and a nice steamy shower. She was going to try and salvage this night somehow. She stopped at the table next to the bed and picked up the phone and began dialing Natalie's number. Her friend answered on the second ring. "Hello?" the husky voice said. "Nat? It's Des. What are you doing right now?" "Not much sweetie... what's wrong? You sound as if you've been crying." "Oh, it's Mike! He got called in to work Chief's OT cause of the storm, and it shot our plans all to hell. I'm just majorly disappointed, that's all. Have you had dinner yet? Or even started it? If not, why don't you come and join me. I could use the company. Sound appealing?" Natalie couldn't suppress the small laugh that bubbled to the surface at her best friend's tone, and she replied that she'd be more than happy to come over and spend the evening. The girls talked for a few minutes more, and then hung up. Desiree went on to take her shower and Natalie decided to do the same. She began hatching a plan to lift Des' spirits as soon as she hung up the phone. Natalie was bi-sexual and had managed to keep this hidden from her best friend since their college years. And when her friend had met and married Mike, a cop with a promising career, she'd never found the right time to tell her friend. Tonight, she was going to. She was also going to bridge that unseen gap... and see if Des would be receptive to her advances. She quickly opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand, and withdrew her newest toy; a 12-inch strap-on cock. She quickly tore open the package and headed for the shower. Desiree was in for a surprise this Valentine's night! Half an hour later Natalie was walking up the snow covered driveway to her friend's house. She had a key to the side door, so she opened the door, shed her boots and coat; hanging it up next to where Des hung hers, picked up her purse and small carry bag and entered into the warm kitchen, calling out as she headed through the dimly-lit, still rooms. "I'm upstairs Nat," her friend called out. Natalie took in the scene in the bedroom as she entered, and was almost instantly aroused. There, in the middle of the king-size bed, sat Desiree. She was wearing a hot little set of red satin bra and panties, with garters in which she had attached a pair of red hose. Her black stripper-style heels are next to the bed. Also next to the bedside table, was a champagne bucket, with a towel draped bottle, ready for pouring. Glasses sat on a tray on the dresser. Natalie quickly crossed from the door to the bed, dropping her purse and bag next to Desiree's shoes. She immediately wrapped her arms around her friend and pulled her against her as she began to make small circles on her back as she comforted her friend, who was in obvious pain as yet again, her husband wasn't home. "Aww, honey," Natalie began as she started to smooth Desiree's hair back. "What can I do for you? I hate to see you in such pain. Can't Mike try and get off early? Come here and cuddle up. We'll just sit here." The gentleness of Natalie's ministrations was having the desired effect on Desiree. As Natalie began running her hands over the slender arms of her friend, she began to softly touch her body, wanting so much to share her love and tenderness with her friend. She'd wanted to make love to Desiree since college and then into Law School; but she just wasn't sure how her best friend would react when she told her. She brought her hand inward just a little and began to caress Desiree's breast, feeling how heavy it was getting and knew her friend was becoming aroused. She moved her hand up along the column of the slim neck to her friend's chin and lifted her head so she could see her friend's eyes. What she saw surprised her, but only a little. Des was receptive! She hadn't moved away in shock nor had she moved away in shame at having been touched so lovingly by another woman. Des' eyes darted back and forth across Nat's face, drinking in the features of her best friend. "Des? I have something to tell you. A secret that I should have told you back in college... but just never got the nerve to... until tonight. But you need to know, not that you don't, or haven't guessed on your own... I'm bi-sexual. And, more importantly, I want to make love to you tonight. You are so beautiful in this outfit. Will you let me? I brought along a new toy if you'd like to get fucked. Do you want to see it?" At Desiree's nod, Natalie bent over the side of the bed and picked up the small bag in which she'd placed the 12-inch strap on cock. She opened the bag and pulled it out, letting Des see it for the first time. "It's huge Natalie! How long is it?" The eyes of the petite woman were saucer-huge as she gazed at the strap-on dildo. Natalie couldn't help but laugh, she just laughed softly and shyly. She didn't want to startle Des; or to have Des suddenly change her mind. "It's 12-inches of pure fucking delight! I strap it on and it's like I've got the cock. I'll fuck you with it any way you want. Take your panties off, or you can leave them on; just pull them to the side so I can put this in your pussy. You decide." While Desiree debated if she was going to take the panties off or leave them on, Natalie stood up and slipped out of her panties and then stepped into the strap-on, adjusting the straps until the fit was snug and tight. The dildo stuck out from her body just like Mike's hard cock did. Seeing the cock, Desiree decided to take her panties off. "How do you want me, Nat?" Des asked, more than a bit nervous. "Will this feel like Mike's cock when you fuck me? Oh! Just seeing this on you is making me hot. Tell me where or how you want me Natalie... quickly." "Get up here in the middle of the bed, on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you doggie style. Lay your head down on the pillows, spread your legs wide, and keep your ass in the air." Natalie had been rubbing the head of the dildo against the slit of Des' pussy as she gave her friend directions on how to lie and the best position to be in. As Natalie began to feed the dildo into the wet pussy of her friend, she was getting more and more turned on by the little noises Desiree was making. Natalie was about half way into Des's pussy when she was struck with an idea. "Des? Des! Do you want to get really turned on? If so, turn over onto your back; and put your feet on my shoulders... as if I was Mike. I want you to watch as I fuck you with my cock. But... and here's the twist; I'm not taking the dildo out. I'm going to leave it in your pussy as you change your position." Quickly Des did as Natalie suggested, feeling deliciously wanton as she felt her pussy rotating over the 6-inches already stuffed inside her. When she finally lay on her back and could look up into Nat's face, she looked down to Natalie's groin and saw her friend and co-worker begin to move her hips in a fucking motion and felt the dildo begin to slip further into her. As Des watched the cock slip in and out of her pussy, slipping deeper on each inward thrust, she was unable to keep her hips still. Her moans and groans came from deep in her throat now, and they were punctuated with little high-pitched whimpers, and her breath came in labored gasps, ending in unintelligible sounds. As Des saw Natalie pushing the last few inches of the strap-on cock into her pussy, she looked at her friend through lust-glazed eyes. She watched herself move her hands down her body, now warmed by Natalie's loving; and placing a hand on each side of her fucked-swollen pussy lips... she removed her feet from Natalie's shoulders, and spreading them wide... spread-wide her pussy as her friend continued to fuck her. The scent of Desiree's sex filled the room, and her pussy was so full of juice... that the only sound, besides the labored breathing of both women, was the tell-tale squish as Natalie drove the cock fully into Desiree and slowly pulled all but the last two inches out, then slid the 12-inches back into her friend's pussy. "Oohh Natalie... fuck me! Fuck me as if you were Mike! Oohh yes... just like that. Hard! Harder! Oh yessss!" Desiree's voice rose higher and higher as Natalie fucked her deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Neither one saw the figure standing in the doorway of the bedroom, until he called out. "What... the... Fuck! Oh My Fucking God!" The male voice bellowed from the doorway... totally startling both women. Desiree lay beneath Natalie, her eyes as round as saucers; her 34C breasts heaving, the red satin teddy raised above her breasts, the matching panties missing. Natalie had frozen in mid-fuck, the dildo still imbedded between the swollen lips of Desiree's pussy; her 34B breasts were still nipple-to-nipple with Desiree's. Natalie quickly pulled the strap-on from the pussy of her friend and lowered the red satin teddy as she moved from between Desiree's spread legs. Her face was suffused with stain upon her cheeks; her blue eyes still glazed with lust. "I – I – I'm sorry Mike," Natalie stammered. "I'll get dressed and leave." She made as if to move from the bed, but Mike's voice stopped her in mid-step. "Like fucking hell you will! You're beautiful without any clothes on Natalie. Get back up there and continue fucking my wife. I want to watch you while I get out of my clothes... then we're all going to fuck. No! No words from either of you! Just do! Do as I say!" Natalie and Desiree exchanged confused looks, but did as Mike instructed. This time though, Des took the red satin teddy completely off. Now she was as naked as Natalie. Des let her eyes rove from Natalie's face to that of her husband, who stood at the side of the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt, reaching to unbuckle his belt, and then unzip his pants. The room was filled with his audible sigh as his 9-inch cock was released from the confines of his pants and shorts. He pulled his pants and shorts off his rear and sat down on the bed and bent to undo his shoes and then take his shoes and socks off. When he stood up to remove his shirt and t-shirt, his cock stood out from his body, fully engorged and hard. He caught his wife's eyes on him, smiled softly at her, blowing her a kiss and then moved a hand down to slowly stroke his raging erection... before climbing onto the bed behind Natalie. "Take that dildo off, Natalie. I want to fuck you, just not yet. I know you're wet, don't tell me you're not. How you could fuck my wife with that thing on, and not be wet for her... would be beyond me." Mike slapped Natalie's ass soundly, and then rubbed the firm cheeks as she struggled to get the buckles undone. Finally, they gave way and the straps and cock slid from her hips, exposing her shaved pussy for Mike's view. His hand immediately shot out to touch the lips, and he felt the evidence that bore out his earlier statement. She was sopping! He looked down at her slightly parted legs and ran his hand up until it felt the slickness on the inside of her thigh. "Oh you Slut! Fucking my wife makes you horny, hmm? Well we'll see just how horny you are when I'm done with you." Mike looked down at his wife and saw her eyes were still fairly wide. He reached a hand down between her spread legs and found her pussy was still dripping wet. He ran a finger teasingly up and down her slit, smiling in satisfaction when he heard the squishing noise of her pussy and the small groan that emitted from her throat. He made certain to stop his stroke just short of her now protruding clit. "On your hands and knees, my pretty... with your ass high in the air. Now! Natalie? Lay down on your back in front of Des. Make sure she can reach your pussy with her mouth." Mike gently caressed the ass of his wife, raised high before him. He reached between her legs, caressing the slit of her pussy with his cock and began easing into her. Once the head of his cock was deeply imbedded within his wife's pussy... he began to stroke his cock in and out of her... driving hard. He placed the palm of his left hand against the small of his wife's back, leaned down low on her back until his head was just inches from her ear, and spoke softly against it. "Lower your mouth to her pussy, Des. Let me hear you eat her while I fuck you. I'm going to fuck you so hard. I'm going to give you the fuck of your life tonight. Oh! And Des? You can't cum while I fuck you, not until I say. Natalie can cum... cause while you eat her... I am going to finger-fuck her pussy." With that said, he let his right hand snake between the spread legs of his wife and began making circles on her clit, while he began to fuck her... driving his fully engorged, cum-filled 9-inch cock deep into her pussy. Soon the room was filled with Mike's grunts and the wet sounds of fucking... with the muffled moans and groans as one woman ate the other one and Mike finger-fucked Natalie. There was sounds of heavy breathing and high-pitched whimpers... laced with the staccato of sighs and a few "oh yes's" and "oh yeah's". The threesome took their time and enjoyed each other to the fullest. Natalie had switched from letting Desiree eat her while Mike fingered her, to where she was now between the spread legs of both Mike and Desiree. Her tongue bathed Mike's balls, gently sucking on first one and then the other while she could feel his cock piston in and out of his wife's pussy. "Oh Fuck! Natalie! Damn! Oohh... that is so fucking hot. You make me so much harder when you do that. You want me to fuck you harder Des?" Mike's voice was thin and raspy with his efforts to hold off cuming. "Ah! Mike... let me cum honey. Please! You're fucking me so good, so hard... so deep. Can't I cum yet? Please?" Des was looking over her shoulder as her husband continued to pound her pussy. She looked down at Natalie and saw that her friend was enjoying licking Mike's cock each time he withdrew it from her pussy and then either slid it slowly in, or rammed it back in. He's so hard tonight, she thought. I can't recall when he's been this hard or this hot! He's a real fuck machine tonight, her thought continued. She felt Mike suddenly pull his cock out of her pussy and place it on the small of her back as the first hot ribbons of his first cum landed along her spine. Mike's groan, from somewhere deep in his throat, filled the room. "Oohh, Shit! Shit! Fuck!" Still the hot ribbons continued to land on Des' back. As Mike's cock continued to pump cum onto the back of his wife, Natalie continued to run her tongue over his now tender balls. Mike pushed his wife's ass in a downward motion and felt Natalie's mouth open and slide down his still hard cock. He quickly slid two fingers into the sopping wet pussy of the woman who held his cock in her mouth. Slowly he began to fuck Natalie's mouth and pussy simultaneously... sliding in of one and out of the other. Back and forth; in and out; he moved fast and then slow making the woman beneath him writhe beneath his ministrations. She was in heaven. She'd always wanted to fuck Mike... and to be fucked by him; she'd just never had the courage to tell either him or her best friend. "Oh yeah... take my cock, baby... all of it. Nice and slow now... steady. Suck me good." Mike began to move faster in Nat's mouth now... his cock hard once more. He suddenly pushed his two fingers deep into Natalie's pussy just as he came again. He felt the hot cum shoot into Nat's mouth and felt her throat convulse as she took it all. The whimper of the woman who lay prone beneath him and his groan filled the room as they came together. Mike was so spent he almost collapsed against the cum-covered back of his petite wife. "Oh fuck! That was so hot you two! I didn't know you've wanted to fuck my husband Natalie. Isn't he just the best?" Looking at the pair on the bed, Desiree felt the residue of her husband's cum beginning to dry on her back and thought about suggesting a shower. "Anyone else ready for a shower? I'm going to go down and do some quick snacks and I'll be right back up." She bent and kissed her husband, deeply; then moved off to give her friend a soft, tender kiss and caressed her cheek as she moved toward the door. Curious as to whether Nat would take the opportunity to fuck her husband while she was gone... she quickly retraced her steps to the door and peeked round the frame. Valentine's Day Surprise She could just make out the silhouette of her friend's slim body as she straddled her husband's hips. She could see that Mike was fucking her, and imagined his cock as it slid in and out of her friend's hot, soaking wet pussy. She could hear the sloshing as he lifted her body up just a bit and began to fuck her faster and faster. Soon he groaned deeply and she saw Natalie collapse against his chest. She felt her own juice sluice down her leg as she headed for the stairs and the kitchen below. Des returned with one extra champagne glass and plates of Buffalo Wings, Spicy Chicken Tenders, cheese chunks, grapes, and dipping bowls of Ranch dressing. She made sure to rattle the tray as she approached the door. "Ok, you two... chow's here. Sit up. Mike... will you open the champagne?" Des set the tray in the middle of the bed and placed the napkins nearby. Mike had gotten up at the sound of her voice and had reached for the bottle and was in the process of popping the cork as Des placed the tray down. "Damn, honey," Mike said with a small laugh, "You've got enough here almost for a small army! Anyone would think you hadn't eaten all day." The shared laughter of the trio echoed in the room. "Well honey," Des started, "If you must know... Nat and I didn't. I was so busy with this new case, and the motions involved, that I forgot. Nat got cornered into taking a last minute meeting, so she didn't eat lunch either." One friend looked at the other, grinned and started laughing. "We're famished!" They said in unison. Mike finally popped the cork and poured three glasses of the chilled golden liquid. It was shaping up to be one of the best Valentine's Days he and Des had ever spent. But he had one more surprise for her... but he wanted to wait until Natalie had gone for the night. About forty-five minutes later, it was just Mike and Des... as they had bid a warm good night to Natalie, who had made the excuse she had some case law to peruse before the morning, and had used the increased amount of snow on the ground as her reason to head on home. Mike returned to the bedroom after seeing Natalie to the door and waiting for her to start her car as he watched the headlights back out of their drive. He turned and began shutting down the lower portion of the house... making certain that the screen door on the porch was secured and the door into the kitchen was locked and bolted. He then turned out the lights and headed for the stairs. As he reached the landing, he opened the door into the bathroom he shared with Des and set about lighting candles and starting the Jacuzzi. The water churned and bubbled as he added vanilla scented bath crystals and then sprinkled rose petals on top of the bubbles. He made sure he set out the biggest bath towels they had. When all was in readiness, he secured the door to the hall, and headed for the bedroom where Des was cleaning up the remains of their late snacks and Champagne glasses and setting them on the table by the window. She turned as Mike entered the room. Mike took in her dishevelled appearance as his wife approached him. Her lips were fuller than usual from the passion behind his kisses; her nude breasts were full and heavy, their nipples more round and more erect. He was aware he was becoming aroused again, just from watching this sexy little number in red satin, walk toward him. This sexy little number in red... his wife. His soul mate... His esposa... His mi amore. "Why don't I help you turn the bed down now honey?" He asked, as she was just about to reach where he stood. Mike put his arm around his slender wife as they turned and walked toward their king-sized bed. It was then that Mike saw the Hell's Red satin sheets. All he did was raise a brow and smile as they turned down the covers and plumped up the pillows. Mike motioned this petite woman to him and she came round the end of the bed and stood next to her husband. He towered over her by a full foot... his chest was muscular and wide, and he had the hottest six-pack in town... not that she looked at other men... she didn't. With this handsome devil as her husband, she didn't care to look; didn't need to look, didn't want to look. "Yes, my dear? What is it?" She asked, softly... almost cooing the words. Without preamble, and without words, Mike scooped his wife into his arms and strode, with very purposeful steps, toward the bathroom door... telling his wife to close her eyes he had a surprise for her. He stopped walking and waited while she did as she was told. He carried her into the bathroom and then gently set her down on the soft rose-colored carpet. "Okay honey... you may open your eyes now." Mike stood back so he could watch his wife's expression as she took in the steaming Jacuzzi, the rose petals, and the candles and soft fluffy towels. "Happy Valentine's Day, Baby. Yo Te Amo. I love you, and I wanted to surprise you. I wasn't going to have you think I'd forgotten what today was... or how disappointed you were to come home and find me gone, yet again, to work. What can I say, mi querida? Lo Ciento... es verdad. I'm so sorry honey... it's the truth. "Come stand before me, let me take from you what little you're wearing, which I love by the way; and let me bathe you. Let me pamper you." Desiree opened her mouth to speak, but all Mike did was raise one slim, graceful finger and wave it in front of her face. "No, my lovely. Say nada... nothing. I am going to do this. I will hear no argument." Desiree stood still as Mike removed what little she was wearing, removed his own silk boxers, and then led her to the bath. He stepped in first, then turned and took her slim hands in his large ones and helped to steady her as she stepped in. He then sat down at the back and aided Des as she moved to sit in front of him. The warmth of the water, and the scent of the Vanilla sank in almost immediately and Des let a long sigh, filled with all the frustrations of the day, slip from between her lips as she leaned her head back against Mike's knee. Mike picked up the pink body scrub and dipped it into the water and let the water sluice down across Desiree's full breasts. He could feel his erection, full and heavy, against his belly as he bent and began to pour the warm water over his wife's upper body. Damn, he thought. Does she have any idea what she does to me? The thought ran round and round in his head as he lovingly, slowly and tenderly washed his wife's back. He didn't usually cum on her back like he did tonight; but what he'd witnessed happening between his wife and her best friend, as he'd stood at the door, was just too much. While he had enjoyed himself, and the ladies... he was secretly glad Natalie had had the foresight to head for home. He wanted the remainder of the night to belong to his wife, and her alone. He felt Desiree's small hands encircle his erection under the water as he slipped in behind her. Her touch was so soft yet so sure. Just the tenderness of her fingers against him, made his cock ache for the soft valley of her pussy again. Quickly he stood up, causing a small frown to crease between his wife's brows. "Come dear, and stand up. Don't frown... I'm saving him for you for later is all." He grinned and his white teeth flashed in the soft light from the candles and he bent to kiss the pair of soft lips before him before he stood back. "Let me rinse you off sweetheart, and then I'll step out first." Quickly he rinsed the remains of the bubbles and soap from his wife's body... paying special attention to between her legs... both front and back; and making certain all remains of his cum was off her back. This done, he quickly stepped out and grabbed one of the warm fluffy towels and held it out... wrapping his wife in it as she stepped from the tub. Then he once again picked her up and carried her back into their bedroom. Laying her in the center of their bed... he stood and went about lighting all the candles. Soon the entire room was lit with the soft glow from little dancing flames. He looked down at his slim wife and found himself drowning in the look in her eyes. The love they shared was glowing in hers as she looked up at him, and his was shining down at her as he returned her steady gaze. He moved onto the bed until he was next to her and he gently opened the towel to expose her body to his view. He quickly covered the distance between their lips and kissed her hard and deeply, a kiss full of passion... yet very demanding. He framed her head between his large hands as his tongue snaked out to trace lightly against her lips. It was too much for Desiree and her mouth opened to take a breath, and was promptly filled with Mike's tongue. They sighed at the combined heat of the contact, and that heat scorched them. He pulled her body atop him as he rolled to lie down. His legs opened wide to let Des lie between them... his raging erection pinned against her soft belly. Mike quickly pinned Des' body to his with his legs and one arm and swiftly rolled over... pinning her now beneath him. He shifted her body so he could remove his arm and raised himself above her, allowing her to breathe. Mike let his eyes devour the body of his wife, before he moved to raise up on his knees and move toward the end of the bed. He was looking for three items that he'd placed right near his side of the bed... but yet out of view of any other eyes, except his. He bent and reached for, and found, the items he was searching for and he brought them up in his hand. Mike eyed his wife as he shifted her position again. "Raise your hands up. I want them above your head. Do it Des... now." Des shook her head in confusion as she realized that "no defiance" tone was back, the one from earlier with Natalie. Des did as she was told quickly, and felt the cold metal and heard the telltale clicking of Mike's handcuffs. She tried to pull her arms away, but Mike was too quick and they closed and locked around her slim wrists... anchoring her to the iron design in their headboard. Mike shifted his position again and grabbed her right ankle, pulled her leg wide and anchored it to a thick bar with yet another set of cuffs. Before she could act, he'd grabbed her left ankle, pulled that leg wide and anchored it to the other end of the long bar with a third set of cuffs. Then Mike stood and surveyed his work. He looked down at his wife and saw her eyes were wide as saucers, just as they had been earlier. He thought he saw a spark of fear in her eyes... but he wasn't sure. He found it sort of a turn on if she was scared. The thought of Des scared of him... made his erection jump and quiver. The sense of power was intoxicating. He loved it! He cleared his voice and spoke, softly. "That long bar between your feet? It's called a "spreader bar", my pet. A Dom uses it when he wants his Pet's legs spread wide for him so he can use her and access her private places easier. Such is my intent tonight, my pretty. And while I know you like to thrash your arms and strike out at me while in the throes of fucking... tonight... you will be restrained while I fuck you deep and hard. I want you spread wide beneath me tonight as my cock takes your pussy. You will take all I give you and like it. "Oh you will be sore in the morning, I assure you... but you will have been well, and truly, fucked this night. And you will recall it all day tomorrow, as will I. Now, let me see how wet you are and if you are ready to be fucked." Mike climbed between Des' wide spread legs and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. As he approached her pussy, he could feel the heat radiating from it, and he could smell her arousal. He lightly ran two fingers across the very bottom of the lips of her pussy, finding them very wet. He knew she was ready for him. His hand closed around his cock and he pressed the head between the wet lips of her pussy and into the opening. He took her in one swift move inward, driving into her completely. He felt her body try and arch beneath his, but she was pinned by his height and weight as he began to fuck her. The sounds of their union filled the room, as did Des' sudden ragged breathing. Mike knew this was going to be the best fuck of the night. He pushed in all the way, and then slowly withdrew almost completely out; then filled her with his length again. He moved from side to side... stroking the walls of her vagina. He felt her first cum and began to fuck her faster. He bent his head and bit her nipple until she screamed, gasped, and came again. He rose up on his knees and pulled her hips toward him while his cock was still inside. He supported his wife's trim ass with his hands as he watched her eyes focus and then lose it; and then regain it. "Do you like being fucked this way, my lovely?" He asked. Desiree could only nod as her voice had left her. She wet her lips with her tongue and tried again. "Yes, love," was the raspy reply. "Fuck me and don't stop... for anything. Please Mike... fuck me hard." With those words said, Mike put Des down flat on the bed, took hold of the shaft of his cock, and placed the head at the opening of his wife's pussy. He sinuously slid his cock into her pussy and the heat of her encased him, as he began moving. They kept their eyes glued on the face of the other as Mike began to pick up speed and depth. He felt the quivers and the jumps... all the signs that told him his climax was eminent. He sped up again, driving his cock deeper and harder. The suddenness of his climax took them both by surprise. He felt it as it left him and he continued to move within his wife's pussy. He was fucking her with swift thrusts of his cock as he emptied himself into her. His breath caught in his throat and he issued a deep groan of satisfaction as he felt the climax begin to ebb and soon stop. He looked down at the face of his wife and the glow of contentment was written all over it. She was covered with a soft sheen of sweat... her breasts were heaving, and he felt her pussy contract around his now softening cock. Gently he pulled himself from her, and heard her deep groan of protest as she rolled her head toward him. "Oh Mike!" She sighed softly. "That was the best honey! Mmmm!" She was almost purring she was so content. Mike reached up and undid the cuffs that had held her hands above her head; then reached down and undid the cuffs that had anchored her feet to the bar. Then he moved to lie down beside her and bring her in against his chest. "Yes, it was honey. I so wanted to give you the best Valentine's Day night we'd ever had... and the best fucking we'd ever enjoyed. But I hope you don't mind... I really only wanted it to be us when I took you as I did just now." Des laughed softly as she snuggled into Mike's chest; and Mike sighed happily as they settled down under the satin covers. Soon, they were both sound asleep... memories of the evening filling their dreams. Valentine's Day Surprise On the doorstep were red roses, a good dozen of them tied inside a cellophane cone with small hearts on it. Michael had thought he'd heard a knock, which was why he had opened the door. But now that he looked about, he couldn't see anything except a small white van disappearing around the corner, and he looked back at the roses. His heart skipped a few beats as he wondered who might have sent them, wildly fantasizing it might have been the gorgeous guy in accounts who he'd shared a joke with occasionally, or that hunk at the bar the other night he had talked to. But he realized the guy in accounts was married and that the hunk in the bar had gone home with a hot university student who seemed to get all the good looking ones—and not surprisingly, Michael thought as he sighed and picked the flowers up. He was still young—but not that young, or very good looking, or that confident and up front. He looked for a card and found it, and his heart jumped again, wondering—it said, "See you at 10 am." Which had him suddenly quivering with excitement. The dog-training club! He had been going there for about nine months now and had joined because he had got a black poodle, for company, but not by choice. His sister, Amelia, had left her husband and gone off to find herself, in India, and Patrick, the poodle, had been in danger of going to doggy heaven. She had told Michael it was him or death row, and he had not been able to refuse to have Patrick. Patrick arrived as an uncontrollable wrecking crew. Well, he had been nine months earlier. Since then the obedience training at the club had certainly improved Patrick's behavior, making him almost easy to live with. And they were sociable outings also, and Michael was very much enjoying them himself too. Now he wondered whom the flowers might be from. Was it the instructor, a photographer in real life, with the Australian Cattle Dog? Now there was a pretty hunky guy. Or maybe the surly but not bad-looking shaved-headed bodybuilder with the Doberman? They had bumped into each other in the men's one day, and George, that was his name, had looked at Michael's dick as he pissed and indicated the stalls with a flick of his head. Michael had to admit he had been tempted. But he knew how embarrassed he would have felt if they had been caught and knew that Patrick wanted training more than he wanted to blow George. And public toilets had never been his thing anyway. And no, he couldn't see George sending anyone flowers. He had to admit he had no idea who it could be, but there was a thrill to the mystery, and a bigger thrill to know he would soon discover who the roses were from. Michael hurriedly got Patrick ready and threw their gear in the car and headed off to the training grounds, arriving early for once. When he got out of the car, he was nervously looking about to see who was there and who might be looking his way, but he couldn't see anything unusual. Heading over to the table he always sat at in the breaks, he saw Polly and her owner, Malcolm, unpacking there already. Another pair who had arrived earlier than usual. Michael and Patrick always sat with Malcolm and Polly, and Malcolm always joked that Patrick and Polly made a wonderful couple. Malcolm, who was mature and sophisticated, and—well, just "and." Micheal envied Malcolm's partner, Dale, and wished he too could have a partner as perfect as Malcolm. Dale had come along to pick Malcolm up once after training, about six months before, and to Michael had seemed stuck-up. Younger than Malcolm and incredibly good looking. And sexy. Dale had oozed sexy, and it was hardly surprising that Malcolm and he were together. Malcolm worked in the media Michael knew, so he met all those kind of men all the time. Models, actors, dancers, photographers, designers, all those arty types who always seemed to be so good looking and dressed so casually and well. Not long after Malcolm had mumbled something about Dale going overseas on a shoot. "How the other half lives," thought Michael, who had traveled overseas but never been flown there at someone else's expense. "Hi," he said, getting that little thrill he always did when he got close to Malcolm. That "I wanna touch him" urge, which he always pushed aside. "How's Polly today?" he added, bending down to pat her. Patrick coming up with him and doing the sniff thing with Polly and both dogs wagging their whole bodies as they wagged their tales and got reacquainted. And as the dogs played, the two men started chatting, as they always did, an easy lively chat that put wondering who had sent the roses temporarily out of Michael's mind. Then the training started, and it was as he headed back to the table after the first training session that Michael saw Malcolm looking worried, though a big smile appeared when he saw Michael coming. "A good session. Did you see Patrick return? He did it perfectly," Michael said, with pleasure. "Um, yes I did. He was great." Malcolm hesitated nervously, "Um, did Patrick get the roses Polly sent him?" he blurted out. "Oh. Polly sent them to Patrick," Michael replied, suddenly disappointed. He had been getting downhearted during training, because no one had approached him to confess to sending the flowers, and he'd looked for George, who wasn't there, and the sexy instructor had walked straight past him, not even saying "hi." "Oh. Yes, we got them. Gee, Polly, that was very generous of you. Thank you," he said to her, covering his sudden and deep disappointment by making a fuss of the two dogs. "I knew it must be someone here who sent them, but . . . ," he stammered, confusion and disappointment mixed up. "Thank you," he added looking up at Malcolm and seeing a look on his face he had never seen before, but one that quickly disappeared. "And what are you and Dale doing to celebrate Valentine's Day?" he asked, wanting to get that look out of his mind. "Dale? Oh he's not around anymore. He didn't come back from Florence," Malcolm replied, with a shrug. "He's been gone for nearly six months now. And . . . there is no one else." "Oh, I'm sorry, Malcolm. You didn't say . . . why would he do that? He's a fool." "And what about you; anyone special you are seeing later?" "Me?" Michael asked, smiling and trying to look as if he was quite happy not to be doing anything with anyone, "No, nothing on." "So. Well, um, why don't you bring Patrick over for dinner with Polly?" Michael shrugged, "No reason not to," he said. "But they are dogs, Malcolm. I don't think they really understand that much," he added, smiling, but not really being a man who wanted to treat his dog like a child. Patrick was a dog, and good company, but not a child, not human. "Well, I would still like to see the pair of you tonight—that is, if you want to come for dinner." "Yes, oh yes," Michael said hurriedly, his heart racing and his head spinning, looking at Malcolm in a nervously excited but uncertain way. "And the flowers. They weren't . . .?" Malcolm looked embarrassed and flushed. "They weren't just for Patrick; they were for you too, Michael," Malcolm replied quietly, his eyes looking at Michael in that way that made Michael's skin tingle and his dick lurch. Michael was in a spin for the next training session, and when he got back to their table, he couldn't help wanting to touch Malcolm. Really, he wanted to tear his clothes off him and throw him down on the table and fuck his brains out. But instead, he nervously brushed against him and patted his arm and was aware that Malcolm was doing the same to him, and where they touched a shock ran between them. It was so intense, and they were suddenly like men who had just discovered each other, instead of old friends. Michael and Patrick arrived on time at the large terrace house, and Malcolm opened the door as soon as they knocked, with Polly trotting up behind him. The two dogs were almost immediately shown out into the yard, and to Michael's surprise, Malcolm locked the glass doors and turned to him with a worried look on his face. "I have to say something," he said. "I know I am a few years older than you, but . . ." he trailed off, his hand going to his lap and moving what Michael realized was a semihard cock into a more comfortable position. "I realized before Dale even left that . . ." he was saying as he was moving closer, "that the highlight of my week was taking Polly to training each Saturday and sitting with you. But you never made a move, and I, well, I am still the one who usually gets the moves put on them, because of my work, so—so I didn't think you were interested. Are you?" Michael reached out for Malcolm, to steady him, as he looked so uncertain. And in a moment Malcolm's arms were about him pulling him in close, squeezing him tight, and pressing his body against his length as their mouths met. Michael's head was spinning, and his normally mild libido went into overdrive, and he was the one crushing the breath out of Malcolm. And his dick was quickly hard and rubbing against Malcolm's as they struggled to force their bodies into one skin. Then Malcolm was stripping Michael's clothes off, unzipping him and reaching his hand in to grasp the hot throbbing tool that struggled to get free. When he had Michael's dick in his hand Malcolm fell to his knees taking that tool into his mouth and making sucking love to it as his hands explored Michael's balls before one hand cupped them and the other ran up his belly. Michael almost lost it and quickly he took control, pulling Malcolm up and kissing him, hands exploring him, both moaning, before leading him to the nearby sofa, unzipping Malcolm and pushing his pants and briefs down as they reached it. "Here," Malcolm said digging a condom and lube out of his pocket as his pants fell to the ground. Then Michael was laying him forward over the back of the sofa and rolling a condom on and beginning to work on Malcolm's ass. When he entered him, sliding into the hot hole of a man he knew he had wanted since they first met, and knew he had never dreamed of this happening. This was heaven. He fucked wildly in his excitement and came quickly—too quickly—but so did Malcolm, and he fell forward, wrapping his arms about Malcolm, kissing his neck as he stayed buried in his ass. Not wanting to pull out, in case Malcolm disappeared when he did and he found it was all a dream. For a few minutes they lay there regaining their breath their bodies pressed together and gazing through the glass doors into the garden. Outside, the dogs were playing, and Patrick tried to mount Polly, but she shook him off with a growl and a snap. "She doesn't know what she is missing, the silly bitch," Malcolm murmured, and they both laughed. "She's not in heat," Michael said, when he could talk again. "That's her problem. Now me, I am in heat," he said, crushing Malcolm to him as his dick began to grow inside his passage. "I never imagined us . . . all those male models you meet and . . ." "I thought you said you were in heat," Malcolm murmured, reaching back and pulling Michael's face down and turning his own face so their lips met. And he moved his ass in a sensuous circling motion as Michael's cock filled again and soon he was being plowed long and deep, this time Michael holding back and trying to reach every part of Malcolm's beautiful ass. And reaching under him to stroke his cock and holding himself in, and stroking, so they came together in one merging ejaculation, before collapsing together, looking into each others eyes for a moment and seeing the total fucked happiness there. Valentine's Day Surprise Many thanks to RossDaniels for input, advice and editing. ----- I made a mad dash from the shower to the living room to answer the phone. Caller ID showed that it was Seth, my boyfriend. Trust him to call while I was naked! It was Valentine's Day and there was a little surge of energy in my body as I answered. "Hello," I answered. "Hey babe, happy Valentine's Day." "Thanks sexy. Same to you." "So tonight, I'll fetch you at seven, we'll go for dinner and then I have a special surprise lined up for you at my place. I think you'll really like it, but wear some sexy underwear for me please." "Surprise for me or surprise for you?" I asked sarcastically. He chuckled and said, "For you pretty lady. All for you." "We'll see," I said with a smirk. "See we will. Hon, you're just out of the shower, aren't you?" "Yeah, still all wet." "Hmm... I want you to take a picture as soon as I hang up and send it to me. Then I want you to step back into the shower and play with yourself until you cum for me. Tell me all about it in a text message. Go sexy lady-- do it right now." He hung up right at that moment, neither giving me a chance to refuse or question what he had said. It had got me hot though. I could feel my nipples becoming perky. Something had been aroused deep inside my pussy too. This was probably his plan-- he was going to keep sex on my brain all day. I'd be so worked up by the time I saw him tonight that we'd have an endless sex marathon and we'd both have to take tomorrow off. I loved it though. It was a real thrill being turned on all day and having to wait for the big climax-- he always made sure it really was a big climax and worth the wait. I stood in front of my mirror and stared at my body for a bit, before taking a photo of it for him with my cell phone. My dark brown hair sat tangled around my round face. Excitement gleamed in my eyes and my dark nipples were tingly and pricking up. My almost bald pussy hid between my rather large thighs. He knew it got me wet when he made me do things like this for him. I could feel the moisture seeping off my pussy lips. I stood with one leg before the other-- hiding most of my pussy-- and held one breast in my free hand. A seductive smile completed the image and I hit the Capture button. He received it a few moments later and I hopped back into the shower. I quickly soaped up, shaved and rinsed off. Now for the big finale of the morning... I angled myself under the spray of water such that I had a jet of water concentrated directly on my swollen clit. The hot water on my hot, throbbing clit made me wild! I plunged two fingers into my pussy and began stroking my gspot. My orgasm came quickly. It started as a little surge, then my knees buckled and my pussy muscles clenched around my fingers. My blood pounded in my veins and a wave of absolute pleasure came over me. I spent a few moments recovering under the spray of warm water. After turning the water off, I dried myself with a towel and went back to my bedroom. I typed to Seth, "Just orgasmed in the shower. Was explosive. Thought about the wonderful things you do to me with your big, sexy cock as I came. Can't wait to see you tonight." He sent a message back saying, "Until tonight sexy. Loved the pic Tammy. Loved how you orgasmed for me." I loved how he handled me; how he could make me do things like that for him and make me feel incredibly sexy in doing them. I'd make it up to him tonight. I got dressed for work--slipped on some lacy red and black panties, a matching bra and black pantyhose. I put on a knee-length black skirt and a crisp, white shirt. A pair of black heels and a hair clip to hold my long hair out of my way finished off the look. I didn't wear make-up very often. I drove to work and checked my phone as I arrived, expecting a few more messages from Seth, but got nothing. Not a single word. It was a quiet day at work. I work in the accounting department and it was the middle of the month, so there wasn't too much to do. Between filing and other mundane tasks, I managed to check my phone every few minutes, expecting to hear from Seth. Nothing. Maybe he was very busy. Still, it bugged me that he'd got me all excited this morning and then just left me with nothing. I loved him though, and he knew how to push all the right buttons. We'd met almost a year ago at a mutual friends birthday party. Most of the party had cleared out when we met and there were just a few of us playing strip poker. He sat across the table from me and his mesmerising eyes distracted me. After stripping down to my underwear, I decided to call it quits and walked away. Butterflies fluttered around in my tummy as his eyes roamed over my almost naked body. He'd followed me and we chatted a bit before exchanging numbers. He had an electric personality. Our conversations were endless, even when they were about nothing at all. A few dates later, we had sex for the first time. It was exhilarating! He hit all the right spots and made me feel like I was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. And every time we've had sex since then, it had been as amazing. He always looked for new ways to spice things up, but still made me feel incredibly special. I didn't mind that the surprise he had planned was probably for his pleasure. He'd given me my share of pleasure this morning. Ah yes... This morning... Just thinking about it made something tingle inside of me... I didn't want to wait for tonight... I wanted Seth right now... My nipples had pricked up again at the thought of this morning... And my pussy was slowly becoming lathered in my own juices as I thought about how Seth's cock would ram in and out of me tonight. I was determined not to call him though. Not after his lack of communication after this morning! I snapped back into work mode, but continued checking my phone at regular intervals. By the end of my work day, I'd still not heard from him. My mood jumped between stages of anger and absolute admiration and love for the man. I took the highway home and drove perhaps a little faster than I should have. I checked my phone again as I got into the house. He had send a text this time! "Sorry babe, been a mad day. See you at seven. Don't forget the sexy underwear. Love you. See you soon." As much as I loved him to pieces, it was my turn to be busy. I decided I'd be silent for now, but make up for it after seven. I undressed and stepped into the shower. A good lather of soap was followed by a quick rinse. I stepped into a pink and black thong and put on a black bra with touches of pink lace. Sexy underwear gave me the most incredible feeling. I loved knowing Seth would be taking it off later on tonight. The thoughts of Seth undressing me and the way he looked at me lustfully when I was naked in front of him were slowly making that tingle inside me reappear. It was turning me on to be dressing for him. I put on my favourite little black dress, a pair of heels and added a bracelet. I pinned up my hair, put on a little bit of sparkly eye-shadow and was almost ready as Seth arrived. A layer of pink lip gloss finished off the look. He met me at the door and we kissed for a bit before heading off. That kiss expressed all the passion we'd been saving for each other throughout the day. He placed a hand on each of my sides and smothered my lips with his hungrily. It wasn't the longest kiss ever, but it exemplified our lust and desire for each other. We broke apart and stared at each other for a moment before I locked the door and we left. He wore black pants and a red shirt. He had his dark hair styled in a messy but tidy way. His beautiful hazel eyes shone magnificently and lit up his face. He had just a tiny bit of stubble on his face-- just the way I liked it. We went to one of our favourite restaurants about five minutes away. It was a cosy place with friendly staff and great food. It was full to capacity tonight. We got a table in the far corner, away from everybody. The lights were dimmed and there were a few candles around, creating a very romantic ambience. I sat next to him and he held my hand every time I wasn't using it. We chatted about our days, politics, how materialistic Valentine's Day had become, etc. Although the conversation wasn't about us, it made me feel closer to him. He'd slowly began stroking my hand and that was turning me on a little bit. As we were about to leave, he turned to me and said, "Babe, that surprise I have for you... Its something I think you'll like very much, but I want you to know that if you don't, I understand-- no hard feelings. You can pull out at any time." Now curiosity was eating at me. It didn't sound like a normal night of passion for us. It sounded like he had something quite different planned, but, no matter how much I nagged or bargained, he wouldn't tell me what it was. He held my hand and walked me into his house. All the lights were on inside, which I thought was unusual. We were both big on saving the planet and switched off where we could. Without a word, he took my hand and walked with me to the living room. "Surprise!" a woman I'd never seen before exclaimed as she popped up from behind the couch. The woman had lovely red hair that she wore in tight curls. She had a pair of mesmerising blue eyes and high cheekbones. She had a lithe, toned body and wore a skimpy blue dress and no shoes. She looked absolutely gorgeous. I was shocked and turned to Seth for an explanation. Why was there a stunning, scantily-clad woman barefoot in his house alone? What exactly was the surprise? "This is Jessie hon," Seth began, "she's your surprise for tonight." I was speechless. SHE was my surprise? How did that work? What did that even mean? What was I supposed to do with her? Seth, sensing my true surprise, continued, "I know you've fantasised about having a woman and man at the same time. Jessie and I went to college together and I thought you might like her." Jessie smiled. I looked from Seth to Jessie and back again. I had always wanted to try it, but never expected it to actually happen. It was both overwhelming and incredibly sexy. And Jessie was absolutely stunning. "Are you game?" I asked her. She nodded and said, "I'm wet." Gosh! I was getting wet too! "Me too," I admitted with a moment later, with some apprehension. Seth moved to stand behind me and began stroking my arms and shoulders. "Your choice babe," he whispered into my ear. I loved that he'd arranged this for me and that he'd paid such close attention to what my fantasies were. This opportunity was far too enticing to just let it slip by. Jessie moved toward me and our gazes locked. She slowly began stroking my arms too. The sensation of both Jessie and Seth stroking my skin was beginning to send little jolts of electricity through my body. Seth leaned down and kissed the back of my neck, sending a jolt through my spine. Jessie, less than a second later, held my head in her hands and kissed me deeply. Her soft lips enveloped mine at first. As I slowly began to part my lips to return the kiss, she sent her tongue inside my mouth, exploring the insides of my lips. Her tongue found mine and they danced inside my mouth for a moment. Her tongue retreated and she replaced the sensation by sucking on my lips. She sent passion running through my veins with that kiss. She had lit a fire inside my pussy! I could feel my nipples pricking up and my pussy lips moisten as I kissed her back. As we kissed, Seth unzipped my dress and stroked my back and sides. I moved my arms so that he could take it off. He kissed down the length of my back and held me close as he touched my sides so lightly that I got goose bumps. Jessie took off her dress in a flash. She had nothing on underneath and this turned me on even further. She had small breasts with pink nipples. Her body was slim and toned. Her shaved pussy had a piercing right at the top-- she wore a silver barbell in it. Jessie gave me a good view of her body, then turned around and sauntered over to the couch. She sat down and waited for me to follow her. Seth held my body and turned me around. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Better not keep her waiting." I walked over to the couch and stood in front of Jessie. She sat on the edge and spread her legs, putting one on each side of me. This put her pretty pink pussy in full view. I held her gaze as I unfastened my bra and let it fall to the floor between us. My larger breasts with dark nipples fell downward. I slipped off my panties and shoes off, giving her a short glimpse of my pussy. She licked her lips in anticipation and I bent over to kiss her again. As I bent over, my breasts swayed. She touched them lightly with her hands, making me pull back a tiny bit, out of surprise. She gently began kneading my breasts and teasing the nipples. I used one hand for balance and reached for her breasts with the other. Seth, now naked too, came behind me and began stroking my ass (which was now up in the air). I could feel his hard cock brush against my skin. He was excited by this too! Jessie moved her hands to hold my head as we kissed. I let my free hand slip lower from her breasts. My fingers danced across her tummy before landing right above her hairless pussy. Seth had began touching my pussy from behind. His fingers were becoming coated in my juices that were now just oozing out of me due to the sheer excitement and sexiness of this experience. I could smell my own arousal in the air, as well as Jessie's. Her nipples were standing to attention and I could feel my juices flowing over my pussy lips. Jessie broke the kiss, but I was far from done. Instead of pulling away, I leant down further, slowly lowering myself into more of a squatting position, and began kissing her body-- starting at her neck and moving downwards. The huge amount of sexual excitement pounding through my body had made me uncharacteristically bold. Seth had taken a step to the side and had squatted next to me, but continued stroking my pussy. I kissed down her neck and her chest. Each of her breasts got a gentle kiss and I took each nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. I'd never had a nipple in my mouth before and I wasn't really sure what to do-- what if she didn't like the same things I did? Judging from her moans though, she liked what I was doing. I kissed along her tummy and moved downward. Soon I was on my knees. Seth sat next to me, his back against the couch, and just watched, leisurely stroking his engorged cock. I placed one hand on each of her legs and held them apart. The musky smell of her pussy filled my nostrils. I licked her wet slit, tentatively at first, then more eagerly. Her juices had a sweet-saltiness about them that was driving me wild. I licked more, letting my tongue probe deeper. She groaned and tangled her fingers in my hair, holding my head close to her pussy. I pointed my tongue at her clit and began flicking. I started slowly and picked up speed steadily. One of my hands moved, almost of its own accord, from her leg and I inserted a finger into her pussy. I began finger-fucking her while my tongue was busy on her clit. As her orgasm built up, she began thrashing her legs about madly. She held my head in place with her hands and moaned loudly. As she climaxed, she squeezed my head with her thighs, leaving her hands in my hair. She moaned loudly and her pussy juices drenched my face. I had just made a woman cum for the first time! I'd enjoyed every bit of it! The experience and her smell was driving me mad. Seth took this opportunity to kneel behind me-- he spread my legs and knelt between them. He slammed his hard, dripping cock into my soaking pussy, entering me fully in one powerful thrust, and began to fuck me as we both knelt before Jessie. Jessie was unrelenting in her grasp on my head and held my nose close to her pussy the until Seth and I finished off. Seth held my hips and rammed his pelvis against my body, driving his cock deep and forcefully into me. With each thrust, he groaned and pushed my body a tiny bit closer to Jessie. His cock stretched my pussy deliciously and made a slapping noise every couple of thrusts. My juices were still flowing all over my crotch and his cock. Between her smell and Seth's cock, I climaxed very quickly. A loud groan escaped my lips and vibrated into Jessie's crotch. She squeezed her thighs around me again, as my pussy muscles clenched in orgasm around Seth's cock. Seth grabbed my hips and sprayed his hot cum inside me a few seconds later. --- It took us all some time to recover enough to make it to the bedroom. Seth flopped onto his side of the bed and I snuggled up next to him. Jessie snuggled up against me on the other side. Seth put an arm under my head. I put a hand on Jessie's pussy and she put one of hers on mine. Seth got his goodnight kiss first and then Jessie-- a deep, lingering kiss-- before I flopped back, exhausted. I was really amazed at the turn of events and absolutely content with having lived out one of my fantasies tonight. As I drifted off to sleep, I imagined what our next adventure together might be. Seth and I awoke before Jessie the next morning. While laying in his arms, I asked him a bit more about her. Seth and Jessie were good friends in college, but he'd never seen her naked before last night. I'd asked him if he wanted to fuck her before she left. He responded by tracing a finger along my arm, sending a jolt of electricity along my nerve endings, and saying, "No baby. Last night was just for you. I'm happy that we did it, but I just want to fuck you baby. Only you." I thanked Seth and took the day off work to make it up to him. We said goodbye to Jessie after breakfast and spent the day naked in his house, getting up to all sorts of mischief.