5 comments/ 17909 views/ 17 favorites Seconds By: LiteraryStud Sitting at the massive wooden desk in my home office, I tried to focus on some paperwork I didn't finish at the construction site. Nesha had been a constant thought making it impossible to focus. Taking things slow was not apart of my general makeup. Already I was imagining long romantic walks and steaming hot sex baths together. Nesha was an expert and it seemed I had met my match. An overwhelming urge to call again was having a tug of war with my pride. I didn't want to seem to eager since I was the last one to call. There had to be some rule about that in dating, like don't call twice in a row or something. Easily distracted from the task in front of me, conjured visions of smooth chocolate skin soon danced behind my closed eyelids. Standing abruptly, I paced the room, in search of something, anything to focus on rather than the ever silent cell phone resting beside my laptop. The neatly rolled blunt sitting in the ashtray caught my attention. Just what the doctor ordered. I dropped down into the desk chair, mentally exhausted. Leaning back, I propped my feet up on the desk. Manufactured flames from my favorite Zippo lighter served its purpose and soon I released a thin line of blue smoke into the atmosphere. What was it about Nesha? The chicks I had the misfortune to come across in the past year almost had me vowing a life of solitude. It was hard to find someone that was compatible. Someone looking for the same qualities you are in a person. Meeting Nesha was almost accidental. We were in the same club when the fire alarm sounded. After being herded out like cattle, I found myself standing next to a sexy chocolate femme with light brown eyes. Smiling, I couldn't remember what I said to get her attention and her phone number. A few days later I called and we enjoyed a nice lunch and better conversation. Our acquaintanceship had barely reached the plateau of a kiss when a night mixed with a blunt and sex music resulted in a line being crossed. My tongue was poised to taste her when Nesha had second thoughts. "Maybe we shouldn't do this." She had hoarsely whispered. "Do you want me to stop?" I waited a few beats for her reply. When silence followed, I executed my mission. The next morning was awkward. Before she left, Nesha explained she wasn't ready for that step. That was four days ago. My cell phone came to life beside me and I lunged for it. It was her special ring. "Hello?" "Hey." Nesha's voice was soft. "Hey Beautiful. How are you?" My heart beat a wild staccato against my rib cage. "I'm good. Are you busy?" Ignoring the stack of papers on my desk, I said, "No. What's up?" She cleared her throat. "Um, I was just thinking about you." "Really? I hope they were good thoughts." "I'll say they were. I mean, um, actually.." Nesha paused. "You know, we haven't talked about what happened last weekend." "No, we haven't." Apparently, out thoughts had been on the same subject. "I really wanted to move slowly with you, Casey. My last relationship ended not too long ago. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught up in sexual emotions." She explained. "I'm sorry about that. I got carried away." I said. "Mmm. Well, I wasn't stopping you so I'm just as guilty. Shit, I didn't have the strength to stop you. It was feeling...very nice." I grinned. "Yes, you did feel quite...nice." More than just nice. The sensation of her pussy on my tongue had not diminished in four days. Nesha giggled softly. "Um, a woman could get used to what you do and I still want to get to know you more. I don't want to get caught up in just the physical." "We can slow it back down, Nesha. We don't have to have sex and still get to know each other." Pussy wasn't all I was interested in anyway. "Yeah, I think that would be best." "No problems here." "I'm not saying it wasn't good though, because it was. Mmm. It definitely was that." I laughed. "What was good was your pussy. Damn. I'm sorry, if you don't mind me saying." "No, I don't mind. What woman would mind that type of praise?" "Yeah, I guess so." I retrieved my blunt from the ashtray and fired it up. Disappointment weighed down my shoulders and even though I was craving a taste, I wouldn't bring it up unless she did. "So what are you doing?" "Hmm? Oh, sitting here in bed watching Law & Order." Her voice had a far away lilt to it. "Good show." "Yeah it is." Nesha took a deep breathe. "Although not as good as that tongue of yours." I choked on the smoke filtering out of my nose. That statement was unexpected. "Are you alright?" Nesha's concern was genuine. "Yes. Yes I am. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." My ego grew a few notches with the fact that Nesha couldn't stop thinking about our chance encounter. "Mmm-hmm. Let me ask you a question." "Okay." The tone of her voice had me searching the room for my boots. "My last relationship...Well, let's just say I don't want to get tied down too soon." Nesha said. "You think we could do that with no strings attached?" Two blunts were slipped into my shirt pocket. "Yeah, I could." "You could?" Nesha was doubtful. "We women can quite clingy after sex." "True. I don't just fuck around though. I do have to feel something and, you know, I like you." I was a little embarrassed since it was the first time I said it out loud and it couldn't be taken back. A relationship wasn't high on my to do list either but I couldn't resist the obvious invitation. "I like you too." Nesha replied. I grabbed my keys from the kitchen table. "And, we can still take it slow." "Yes, we could still take it slow." She agreed. "When do you think that could happen again?" "When would you like?" Even though I was confident about my hunch, I paused at the front door. "Didn't you say you weren't busy?" She asked. # Stepping off of the elevator, my hard-soled boots reverberated off of the hallway walls. Briskly, I searched for the apartment number. Hesitating at her front door, I popped a mint in my mouth. I was experiencing a crazy combination of anxiety and excitement. This wasn't anything new to me. I had received a late night call requesting a little tender love and care before. But somehow, this was different. After a deep breathe, I knocked. She opened the door wrapped in a plush, blue towel. "Damn, you got here quick." The apartment was dark except for the soft glow casting huge shadows on the living room wall. Nesha padded back to her bedroom. "Lock the door please." I did as I was asked and followed her to the bedroom. Two candles glowed on either side of the bed as the sexy sounds of R. Kelly filled the room. She was hurriedly removing the numerous stuffed animals off the bed. My fingers itched as she struggled to complete the task with one hand. I had tasted that wonderful pussy of hers once already. Just once. Once was enough to make me fantasize about what I would do to her again. There was so much more I wanted to do. "I jumped din the shower as soon as we hung up. I wanted to set a certain mood in the room. I don't think I succeeded." Nesha confessed. "You succeeded." I replied. My horny level had skyrocketed with the realization that Nesha meant business. Pulling a blunt from my shirt pocket, I fired it up. My lungs expanded with the two deep drags then I passed it to her. She sat at the end of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. I leaned beside her deciding on the best tactic. It was obvious she expected me to comprehend my role in this tryst and I didn't want to fuck it up. After all, I hadn't been invited over for a cup of tea. Finally, she spoke. "I didn't even ask you how your day was." "Oh, it was good. Nothing out of the ordinary." That was partly untrue. What had been out of the ordinary was that my thoughts were preoccupied with her all day. "Good." Nesha passed the blunt to me. In the dancing flickers of the candle, I could see the towel shifting downward exposing her perky breasts to me. I cleared my throat. "Um, how was your day?" "It was good." "Good." I passed the blunt back to her. Nesha took another drag and held it.I didn't want to chit chat any more. During the drive over, I endured alluring recollections of my mouth on Nesha's body. My active imagination only caused the images to become almost touchable. Moans and screams bounced around the sides of my brain. My fingers reached out to feel the supple skin of her arm. Nesha took another drag of the blunt and held it. My breathing quickened as I contemplated what to do first. Sometimes I possessed a tendency to over think things and I recognized that this may be one of those times. I stood to place my body in front of her, moving in between smooth, chocolate thighs. The towel fell away completely, exposing her wondrous, naked form to me. Relieving her of the still burning blunt and inhaled deeply. I handed it back to her and removed my shirt. Bending over, I blew my hit on her erect nipples. "Hmm." Nesha arched her back. "I can't keep smoking this, Casey." "Okay." "Do you want it?" "I'm done for now." My lips brushed over her nipples with considerable tenderness. I wanted to relish this moment and take my time. Kneeling, my hands replaced my lips. But only briefly, for soon my tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other. My fingers were on auto pilot as they gently kneaded and stroked her breasts. Every other caress my lips would swap with my fingers. I brushed my cheeks over each one and slid my tongue through the valley of her chest. There was something inherently satisfying about playing with a woman's breasts. "Shit. That fells good." Nesha moaned. "I can tell you have played with breasts before." "Just a little bit." I replied as her legs wrapped around my back, gripping me to her body. "I'd say more than just a little bit." Nesha's hands grabbed my shoulders. "Oh shit, I - must be - little sensitive. I'm think I'm about to..." Not yet she wasn't. I trailed kisses down her stomach, slowly pushing her to lie down on the bed. I allowed my cheeks to feel the silky softness of her inner thighs. My eyes feasted on her engorged pearl tongue and beautiful full labia. I could feel the torrential downpour forming in my mouth as I planned a course of action. This was one groundbreaking point in time that needed direction. Personally, I thought that was a mistake a lot of studs made. Just plunging in, rough and hard turned a lot of women off. A stud had to gage the moment. I buried my face into clean shaven skin and inhaled her intoxicating essence. "Mmm. You know - teasing isn't nice." Nesha stated, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress. "Don't I know it." I replied. My lips brushed against her swollen clit and I heard nails scratch across the bedspread. Beginning at the v juncture of her legs, I slid my tongue upwards between her pussy lips. Reaching the very tip of her clit, I felt Nesha's legs tremble and squeeze my back tighter. I could torture myself no longer. Hungry ears needed to hear more than moans. I applied pressure, my mouth opening wide in an effort to fit her completely inside. "Oh-Oh shit. Okay." That was a start. Noises made my blood boil and I would be my mission to hear more. Her hips rotated around my head as my tongue simultaneously swiveled around her clit. My hands moved underneath her ass to lift her up to my mouth so I had better access for my feast. I slid my tongue down in between her lips feeling her thighs open wider for me. The tip of my tongue played around the outer rim of her womb. Her hips mimicked my movements and lifted higher. I wanted to ease in, tasting the sweetness of her in short bursts. Both hands clutched at the back of my head as I tugged her clit into my mouth and suckled. "Ooo shit. I can take this though. I can take it." She could take it, huh? I was determined to put that to the test. With my shoulders, I pushed her legs higher and thrust my tongue deep. A surprised but lengthy moan of relief escaped past her lips. I made sure my strokes began slow, the tip of my tongue circulating around the walls of her pussy. Nesha's moans were still soft and infrequent even though her hips were high off the bed. My tongue flattened to fill her as she rode my mouth. I tugged her clit back into my mouth and her nails found my head. I loved that feeling of tiny little pricks into my scalp. I held no mercy for her pussy as I gorged on, even refusing to release her thighs when she tried to scoot backwards from me. Nesha mumbled something incoherent before I felt her body shudder. Being merciful, I slowed my assault to gentle kisses. I wasn't anywhere near being through with her but I would give her a minute to catch her breath. However, my kisses weren't helping the waves of her orgasm ebb. Nesha took advantage of my relaxed arms to slide backwards from me. "You're really going to have to give me a minute." Nesha rolled to her side with her back to me. "You okay?" I asked, smiling. "Yes. I'm fine." was the reply. I stripped down to my boxer shorts and slid into bed beside her. I could tell from her even breathing, she was taking a cat nap. Once again my fingers reached out, this time to trace her spine down her back. I placed feather light kisses along her neck and shoulders while my hands caressed the roundness of her ass. Her arm reached up and grabbed my neck as my fingers conducted a search for her luscious pussy. Knuckles grazed across lips, still swollen from my kisses. Turning her over, I reclaimed my position between her legs. I held her wrists to the bed, kissed down her neck and on to her breasts again. "Wait. Casey." She moaned, her body undulating beneath me. "Wait for what?" I asked, shifting to hold both of her wrists with one hand. The other was gently stroking her clit. "I need a minute." Nesha strained against my hands again. Her breathing was labored as she obviously fought against the tension building within her body. Her eyes were clouded with lust and arousal. "You need a minute?" "Y-Yes." "I need to hear you scream." I inserted one finger then two into hot, wet pussy. "Ooo shit. Casey!" Nesha lifted her legs higher, allowing me full access to the core of her femininity. Her muscles tightened around my fingers while she grinded into my hand. My lips close to her ear, I said, "Oh you like that, huh?" "Y-Y-Yes. Yes, I do." Using my thumb to increase pressure on her clit, I pushed a little deeper. "Didn't you need a minute? I can stop." "N-No I don't need a minute. Oh fuck!" "So it feels good?" "Mmm-hmm. It feels good." I pumped faster. "Tell me how much it feels good." "Oh Fuck! It feels real good, Baby. Damn, you hitting some spots. Okay. Okay. Shit!" Nesha finally succeeded in breaking free of my grasp. She clutched at my shoulders instead. "I can't hear you, Nesha. Tell me how much." I demanded. "I am telling you! Fuck! You're gonna ....shit...make...me cum..oh fuck, fuck, fuck...Casey!" "What? You about to cum for me, Nesha?" "Yeah." The reply was low and guttural. My own loins were burning a hole in my boxers and her gyrations were beginning to make me lose my concentration on finger fucking her properly. "Oh, don't stop Casey. That's the spot, Baby." "That's the spot?" "Yeah. Oh yes, it is." I shifted my fingers. "Or is this the spot?" Her body jerked in reaction to the intense pleasure. "Oh fuck. Wait, wait." "Wait for what?" I used my hips to grind into her. "What am I waiting for now, Nesha?" "O-Oh shit! Ooooh Shit! I'm cumming Casey! I'm cumming!" Her body convulsed in my arms as wave after wave of her orgasm rushed over her. Nesha's lips found mine in a rush as she clung to me. We hadn't kissed tonight until this moment and the electricity shot past my lips to spread throughout the rest of my body. "You okay?" I asked, breathless after the kiss. "Mmm-hmm." I removed my fingers and moved to the side. She turned over to scoot back against me. One last convulsion caused her ass to come in contact with my own inflamed loins. I pushed my boxer shorts down and grinded into her. "Mmm. Damn. Don't you take breaks?" Nesha asked as she wiggled her ass. "Aww fuck. It's your on fault. You shouldn't be so fucking tantalizing." I pushed back wishing it were possible to get even closer to her. "Oh you like that ass, huh?" Nesha shifted to her stomach. I kicked off my boxers and settled myself on her plump ass, being careful to use my arms as braces. I humped slowly against her at first, luxuriating in the experience. But when she began to throw it back at me, I lost control. "Shit." "How's that, Baby? Is that what you wanted?" She taunted. "Fuck yeah. Damn. That feels good. Your hips do dangerous shit." I said. I wasn't lying. Part of me wanted to be still and let her work that ass against me but her motions excited me so much I couldn't help but hump harder. I came up on my hands to leverage my lower body and crush into her. "Come on, Casey. I want you to cum all down my ass." "Fuck, keep doing -- aww shit - what you're doing." She was definitely going to get that result as the pressure continued to build in my body. My feet dug into the mattress when the first wave hit me. "Wait." "Wait? Oh now you want to wait. What do you want to wait for?" "I'm about t-to..." I stammered. An unexpected shift in power but I liked it. My hands slid underneath her to caress her breasts. "What are you about to do, Casey? Are you about to cum? Are you about to cum down my ass?" "Hell yeah, I'm cumming. Gawddamn, am I cumming. Shit. Shiiiiitttt!" Spent, I rested my forehead on her back. Damn, that was good. I rolled from her back to the other side of the bed. "Those hips are dangerous." Nesha laughed. "It was the least I could do since you were fucking the shit out of me." I rolled off of her allowing us both to catch our breath. Sighing to myself, I admitted, "I always did like going back for seconds." Seconds This is a follow-up to my first story "First Creampie." It is about the exchanging of bodily fluids. If you are opposed to this sort of thing then please do us both a favor and skip to another story. Thanks to Kumani for editing help. * Since the first time my wife had brought home my first creampie our sex life had dramatically improved. It was like we were newly weds again. We had sex every night, most mornings and a couple of times on the weekends. My thoughts of what she had done made me horny like I had never been before. I imagined every detail like it was happening in a movie I had watched. It had been a couple months and I was looking forward to the next time. I told my wife that I had to work late on Friday because we were behind at the plant and had a large order to finish. "You poor thing," my wife said in mock concern. "Is there something I can do to make it better?" "How about you make a special dessert for me Friday night?" She smiled and responded, "I can do that for you, but won't you be too tired for that after working late?" "Oh no, I want to have something to look forward to while I work and when I get home." I was already getting hard as I started to think about it. I knew she would do it. She started to rub my cock through my pants. "I'll do it for you, but it doesn't seem fair that I get to have more fun than you." She knew how much just the thought turned me on, how much I enjoyed imagining and how much I enjoyed going down on her freshly filled pussy. She said what I was thinking, "Friday is going to a really l-o-n-g day for you isn't it?" Thursday night I didn't sleep very well, tossing and turning, in anticipation of what my wife was going to do on Friday. About 3:30am I jerked off in an attempt to relieve some tension. Because of that I was sound asleep when my alarm clock went off at 6:00am. I could hear the fan and shower in our bathroom and realized my wife had gotten up before me. Shortly thereafter she emerged with her towel and a smile. "Good morning sleepy head," she came over to me as I sat up, swinging my feet to the floor. She dropped her towel and stood before me in all her glory. "Feel how smooth my pussy is," spreading her feet apart, "I think somebody is going to have fun with it today." I put my hand between her legs to feel her smoothly shaven pussy as she had instructed. I knew she had just gotten out of the shower but her pussy was soaked and my finger slid right in with no resistance. She said, "Oh yes, that feels good doesn't it? I think I will need two pair of panties today because my first pair will be soaked in no time." She pushed me down onto my back in the bed and crawled to sit on my lap. I still had my boxers on as she started to grind her pussy on my now hard cock that I wanted to release from the confines of my boxers so badly. "You just lay there," she commanded as she rubbed herself against me. She was moving her hips and I could feel the heat from between her legs as she got herself off, bearing down and grinding against my boxer enclosed hard-on. I watched her face as she had her eyes closed tightly and her face began to redden since she was holding her breath. Her entire body first started to tremble and then started to shake. Sweat beads covered her forehead and her face got very red as she continued to shake. Then as her orgasm peaked she opened her eyes wide and her mouth as she let out a groan that sounded like Chewbakka. Next thing I knew she collapsed forward onto my chest, still trembling and gasping for breath. I wrapped my arms around her as she slowly cam down from her remarkable high. After a couple of minutes she rolled off me onto her back. Having caught her breath she turned towards me and smiled, "You better hit the showers or you'll be late for work." She reached over and rubbed my still stiff dick through my boxers "And don't let this cum until I get home tonight. You don't have time and I want you to have a HARD time today." She teased. "Now get going while I get dressed." I got up and went obediently to the shower. I was running behind now but I was in no danger of being late. I showered but stayed semi-hard the entire time. One part of me wanted to rub one out as I washed but then another part wanted to enjoy the anticipation. I decided to wait. When I got out of the shower I dried myself completely before heading back into the bedroom to get dressed. On entering the room I found my wife slipping on one of her shiny black patent four-inch pumps. She was wearing a gray plaid skirt and jacket, white blouse and sheer stockings. As she got her shoes on she asked, "What do you think?" turning around modeling her outfit. The skirt was a short one that she had the hem taken up at my request. Not showing anything, but shorter than usual business attire, not quite passing the fingertip test. The suit jacket, which hung down even to the hem of her skirt, covered her sheer white blouse and was buttoned so that I couldn't tell if she had on a bra or not. "Open the jacket" I told her as she stood watching me inspect her attire. Slowly, looking me in the eye she opened first the lower button and then the top one. Using both hands she pulled the front of the jacket wide allowing me to see what she had on beneath. The sheer blouse provided a translucent cover for what I could tell was a pink lacy bra. "So, you are wearing a bra." My previously semi-hard cock was now sticking straight out as she smiled letting go of the jacket and raising her skirt all the way, "Yes, because it matches these." As the skirt came up I was able to see she had on real stockings, held up with a pink garter belt, with the attachments coming from beneath pink boy shorts panties. "These are for later she told me as she took ahold of the panties and pulled them down, which allowed her skirt to come down as well. She let go of the panties just above her knees and they dropped on their own to settle around her ankles. She raised her skirt again revealing a sheer pink thong, which really showed her pussy off, hiding nothing. With her skirt and jacket raised she turned around again, the only hint that the thong was there was the tiny triangle where the waistband attached to the hidden portion between her beautiful cheeks. I guess it technically wasn't a G-String, but it was pretty close. And it was a pretty sight to see as well. Letting her skirt fall down and stepping out of the panties at her ankles she bent down to retrieve them, "Now, I need to finish my makeup and hair and you need to get dressed before that thing," looking down at my hard member, "goes off this morning." She buttoned her jacket back and looked like a very sexy secretary, not over the top, but definitely something to notice. I hurried to dress and get to work without being late. The goodbye kiss I got was a hot one as I headed out the door. I took the opportunity to pull her skirt up and get a quick hand full of cheek before going out the door. "Keep that thought," was what she told me as I headed to the driveway. I had a difficult time concentrating at work, being distracted by my anticipation. I tried to call her on my lunch break but only got her voice-mail. During my afternoon break I was going to call again but noticed I had a message. "Sorry, really busy here today. I'm trying to get out of here early but it looks like I may have to work late also. I won't be too late getting home tonight with your treat. Love you. I'll call you at home or at least leave you a message if you're not there yet." Lucky for me we had some problems in the afternoon. That helped the time go by quicker. We got a break at what would have been our normal quitting time. I called my wife and this time she answered asking, "So how late will you be tonight?" I didn't hear anything in the background as I told her that we would be working about three hours over. "How late will you be?' I asked back. "I will be about ten so I have time to make your pie. Be naked on the bed waiting for me and I will have a story for you to go with your bedtime snack. Love you. Gotta go, everyone's waiting for me." The line went dead. What did she mean everyone? Was she going to pull a train? What were her plans for the evening? From two guys to maybe a gangbang? Would she let things get out of hand? That made the rest of my workday drag on forever. Finally we were finished a little later than expected, but still giving me a couple of hours before she said she would be home. I stopped at a fast food drive through to get a giant cheeseburger to take care of my physical hunger. Then I headed home to wait. About nine thirty I turned off all the lights inside the house except our bedroom. I stripped and sat on the couch looking out the picture window for my wife to get home from the darkened living room. It was close to eleven when I saw her car come down our street and turn into our driveway. I waited until I saw her get out of her car before I dashed to the bedroom to wait for her. I could hear the front door open and close as she came in. When she came into our bedroom she had her heels in her hand which is why I didn't hear her cross the kitchen on her way in. She came into the bedroom as I lay in the middle of the bed on my side stroking my again hard cock in anticipation. This time there was no mistaking what she had been up to. Her blouse was missing from beneath her jacket as were the stockings she had been wearing this morning. She reached behind her back and undid her short skirt letting it fall to the floor. Unbuttoning her jacket I saw what appeared to be a pair of white cotton panties that were obviously wet in the crotch area and nothing else. With a shrug of her shoulders the jacket hit the floor as well, leaving her in only her panties. "Loose the pillows," she commanded as she came over to the bed. "You can have these later, " as she pulled the panties down, "On your back if you want your pie before it all gets away." I wanted it all right. I laid back and she climbed on the bed, standing facing the headboard above my head. I could see the gleam of dried juices along the inside of her legs and the unmistakable sight of cum starting to drip out of her. She took both hands and grabbed the headboard to squat on my face. I was struck by the smell of sex, her natural aroma and that slightly bleach odor of cum. It was dripping on me before she buried my face in it. I lapped away, trying to get it all. The texture, taste and smell all combined to be as wonderful as the first time. Salty and musky, it was exactly what I had wanted. I gobbled what I could but my face was covered. As soon as she had squatted over my face it just seemed to pour out of her. It seemed that it ended all too soon as she stood up and took a step back. Slowly she lowered herself using her hand to guide my cock into her still very slick pussy. In one motion as soon as she moved her hand I was completely inside her. As she started to move up and down I could feel almost no resistance. The sounds were so different, so wet. It was squishy slapping sounds as she rode me. The ache in my balls made it almost painful as I thrust upwards to meet her each time she came down. It didn't take long before I came, mixing my cum with what was still inside her. The ache in my balls continued even after I had emptied myself. Now the bed had a wet spot right in the middle. "Lets get in the shower and I'll tell you all about it," she said as she rolled off and headed into the bathroom. By the time I made it in there the water was running and she was flushing the toilet. In the shower she started right with the soap on my cock and balls. The warm water on my back felt refreshing as my wife concentrated on getting me hard one more time. "I kinda' made a mistake today" she started, 'and Deb found out what was going on. She caught me in the ladies room at lunch playing with myself. I guess I made more noise than I thought. Anyway she was looking right at me when I came out of the stall with my pink thong in my hand. It was so wet I couldn't put it back on. She made me show her what I had in my hand and then took it from me putting it in her pocket." "Then she made me tell her everything. At first she was shocked, but then I guess she started to get turned on by the idea. I knew she had a wild side, and I've been thinking that they might have been into swinging but I didn't know for sure. Deb told me her husband would never go down on her unless she had just gotten out of the shower and what we were doing sounded so kinky and fun. She told me that after work we could go by her house so she could change and that we would both go out and get some tonight." It was my turn to be shocked and then excited. Deb was my wife's best friend and Bill was her construction worker husband. We had known them for a few years. I knew Deb liked to flirt a little but had never imagined anything more. I never considered them anything more than a typical couple who had the occasional party during the summer, most of which we had attended. But I had never suspected that they might be swingers. My wife continued her story, "What I didn't know was that when she got back to her desk she must have called Bill and set me up. Set things up actually. After work I followed her to her house. We went in and she made me a drink and told me to wait in their den while she went to change. After about ten minutes I hear her call from upstairs for me to come up. I went up and looked in their bedroom but Deb was nowhere to be seen. As I went in Deb comes out of the bathroom completely naked. She says 'I couldn't decide what to wear so I decided we would just stay here,' as Bill came out behind her completely naked as well." "I was surprised and just stood there as Deb and Bill stripped me. My clothes were thrown aside and hands were all over me. My stockings were around my ankles before I could get my shoes off. I was naked on their king-sized bed next to Deb before anything started to register. Bill was on top of me and pushed himself right into me. I had been so horny all day that it felt so good having a cock in me that I didn't care that it was Bill, I just wanted it." "Deb was playing with my nipples and encouraging Bill on. It felt so good. We did it three times with Deb sucking him in between to get him hard again. Then we all went down to the kitchen and Deb made pizza. They stayed naked and I put my panties back on to keep your pie as much as I could." By this time I was ready to go again and my wife knew it. She turned towards the back of the shower, put both hands on the wall and pushed her behind against me, moving it up and down with my hard cock in the crack of her ass. I spread here cheeks and the head of my dick found her rosebud. She pushed back and I thrust forward. I stopped about halfway in, letting her set the pace. She moved back and forth slightly, slowly increasing both depth and speed. It didn't take long util she stopped moving and said, "Give it to me." Then it didn't take long until I finished. After we finished in the shower and went to bed my wife told me that she had to borrow panties from Deb to wear home. "After we ate Deb wanted us to go back upstairs. My panties were already a mess so Bill pulled them off me right there in the kitchen. Bill bent me over the island and started to do me from behind right there. Deb sat on one of the stools playing with her self as she sniffed and sucked on my panties. It was so hot! It took a while before Bill came in me again. After he finished Deb went up and brought my clothes down. She had a fresh pair of white panties for me and my pink ones were nowhere to be seen. She said she would wear them over tomorrow when they come here for dinner. I invited them over for steaks tomorrow night. She said that you could take them off her while Bill watches. I think she wants Bill to fill her up before they come over, then let him watch as you have her pie for dessert." Tomorrow was going to be another long day. Seconds: A Just Dessert Story At the airport Sharon laid a kiss on Matt that about took his breath away and left him weak in the knees. On the drive home she kept reaching over and rubbing his cock. Twice he had to tell her to stop as he was on the verge of cumming. She raced him into the house removing clothing as she went. Matt caught her in the living room and wrestled her to the couch. He draped her over the armrest and pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down. Her aroma was uncharacteristically strong (I guess 13 hours in an airplane will do that); it so enflamed Matt’s lust that he playfully bite her on the ass. “Over and down…DOWN! God I’ve missed you.” Matt was licking and sucking on her skin everywhere but where she wanted. “Matt…please - stop torturing me.” He licked her right through the center of her cunt. Her body spasmed and shivered as if she’s been stuck with a cattle prod. Matt sucked on her clit like a man on a mission. He was unremorsefully relentless. Matt bulldozed over her cries of ‘too much’, so that when her orgasm hit she about had a fit. Sharon’s body flailed about as her orgasm racked through her. Midway through her cum Matt rammed his cock into her and proceeded to fuck her as hard and as fast as he ever had. He seemed determined to leave her too fucked to walk. He was surprised at how easily he entered her. The slurping sounds of sex soon filled the room. Sharon seemed more aroused and orgasmic then he’d ever seen her. He wasn’t sure if each of her cries of joy was an orgasm or not, but she had rarely been this vocal. Matt’s own orgasm arrived on scene and he did not hesitate to fill her hungry cunt. He was somewhat shocked at the volumn of cum as almost immediately excess ejaculate was being pushed out of her with every stroke. Her cunt was a mess of smeared semen. He had nearly succeeded in fucking her into incapacitation. Sharon struggled to get up but was having trouble making her body respond. “Well? Are you going to tell me about London?” Sharon looked searchingly into his eyes. She was looking for something and not really sure what it would look like. “Everything. Tell me everything.” Matt’s voice was a thick croak of lust addled arousal. Sharon rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her cum drenched cunt drew him closer. Cream pie’s were not a regular part of their sex life, and personally he didn’t care much for them (especially regarding Sharon’s own attitude toward oral sex; read Just Dessert) however it was the acknowledged signal for ‘anything goes – I won’t say no’ within the relationship. “Seconds? You want me to get you ready for a little sloppy seconds do you?” Matt smiled as he licked up a tongueful of cum. Sharon shuddered under his lingual assault, her eyes ablaze with lust. She rocked her hips against his face smearing him thoroughly. She was panting heavily. “Seconds?” The was a dreamy quality to Sharon’s voice as if she were actually far away. Matt wondered if she was thinking of her time in London. “Well…actually…Matt…you…just…had…sloppy seconds…” “WHAT?!” “What?” “We’ve landed Ma’am.” As Sharon entered the baggage carousel area she saw Matt. He sprinted towards her and kissed her passionately. Sharon felt her body respond. She wanted nothing more then to be in his arms. A FEW DAYS LATER Sharon was nervous as she knocked on Gina’s door. “Sharon, when did you get back? You look great! Come on in; glass of wine? How was London? Tell me everything.” They had just finished the first bottle when Sharon suggested that Gina open another, telling her that she had something very serious to talk to her about. “Oh God this is hard.” Sharon took a deep breath. “OK. I’ve told you just about everything, I think I need to tell you the rest. I told you about Fiona, the girl who was my assistant while I was there – well she…it seemed…at first I didn’t think...” “Sharon – you’re driving me crazy. What happened did she hit on you or something?” “Yes. She did.” “NO! I was just joking and…oh my god, you too hooked up – didn’t you?” “Yes. We did get together…but there’s more to it.” “More? What happened did you use strap-ons on one another or something?” Gina grinned lewdly at the thought of Sharon being reamed out by a huge dildo. “We shared her lover.” Sharon watched as Gina’s mouth simply fell open and stayed that way. “I was in a threesome, pretty much for the entire last week I was there. Right up until the trip to the airport to fly home, I was fucking Fiona and/or Hugh, that’s her lover’s name, every chance I got.” Gina’s facial expression did not change as she struggled to comprehend what her friend was telling her. Sharon had cheated on Matt? It simply wasn’t possible – was it? “Fiona is this gorgeous Irish girl – the palest skin, red hair, freckles (everywhere), incredible body. She was just so helpful from the moment I arrived. The first couple of days she kept insisting that I needed neck and back rubs – she had very strong hands. The first week we were working together she was always touching me and casually rubbing against me. I guess because she had given me the neck rubs and stuff I was comfortable with her being so close. I found myself starting to check her out when she’d bend over. “Anyway, she invited me to a weekend at a thatched cottage in the New Forest area. It sounded great, so I decided to go. We went out for a walk right after we got there and got absolutely drenched in a rainstorm. We made it back to the cottage; thank God she had started a fire before we left, and she told me about this local tradition. She said that first-timer’s had to strip naked in front of a roaring fire, drink wine or brandy, and dry off that way…so I did, well we did.” Gina closed her mouth and shook her head, “If a guy had tried that line on you he wouldn’t have lasted five seconds. Were you that horny?” “Oh yeah. She said that I owed her a full body massage and I didn’t disagree – I wanted to touch her. Everything was fine while she was on her stomach – I did her neck, shoulders and back, her legs and feet. I told her I was done and she said I wasn’t. She said that the ‘gluts’ were the largest muscles and it was important to do them properly. She instructed me in how to massage her butt – and I did. “Then she turned over and said I was only half-finished. Seeing her lying there in the firelight was amazing. Her breasts were just right for her size with soft pink nipples. She was definitely a natural red head. I was reticent about continuing until she started to talk me through it. “She had me start at her left hand and rub all the way up her arm to the shoulder, then I did the right hand and arm. She had me palm her breasts by placing my hand over her nipples, they were really hard, and pressing gently as I made circles in each direction. I slowly massaged her down to her hipbones. Then she had me go to her left foot and massage up to the top of her left thigh. Then I did the right one. “I thought I was finished until she drew her knees up and spread them wide. I’d never seen a woman like that and I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw her cunt. Her clitoral hood was pierced with a golden ring. She said it really help when someone was going down on her. I didn’t know what to say. She said I had to do her inner thighs right up to her quim, that’s what she called her cunt. “As I rubbed her inner thighs her cunt just opened up and her fragrance filled the room. I really wanted to touch her and taste her, but I was so scared I was practically shaking. So I said I was finished. “Then she said it was my turn. So I laid down on my stomach and she gave me a very nice massage, thorough, but no funny business. I was actually a little disappointed. I rolled over and she continued with a very professional effort. Now I was frustrated and a little bit embarrassed because I thought that I had completely misread the situation. She didn’t even do my inner thighs. “I asked her why she didn’t do that and she said I had to ask her to. So I did of course, I lifted my knees and spread my legs. She rubbed deeply into my inner thigh and groin. When I had rubbed her I stopped just before that little hollow area next to your cunt lips but she pushed hard into that and then softly across my labia. It didn’t take long for me to get soaking wet down there. My clit got up and she was rubbing right alongside it. I was praying that she wouldn’t stop – she didn’t. “She asked me if I wanted to cum – I could only nod my head. She went down on me. I mean she simply bent forward and fixed her mouth on my cunt and went down on me. I started cumming. I just came and came and came, until I was wrung out like a dishrag. When she was through she kissed me and said it was my turn again. We spent the rest of the weekend making love to each other, making love together.” Gina’s world was swirling around her. How could Sharon have done what she just told her? The visual image of Sharon and this Fiona going down on each other had produced a state of arousal in Gina that was un-nerving. She actually felt a slight degree of jealousy. Sharon continued with her tale. “When we went back to London, I basically moved into her flat and we kept at it for the whole next week. Friday we went on a pub-crawl and got back to her place too late and too drunk to fuck. Saturday she took me shopping. By the time Saturday night rolled around I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. So we stayed in and just got down to it. We were doing a 69 with me on top when Hugh arrived on the scene. “Hugh was this big Welshman, and he simply came in, said hi to Fiona, whose mouth was full of my cunt, and stripped naked and knelt between Fiona’s legs. He bodily pulled her to the edge of the bed and sank his cock into her. My face was inches away from all this. He just started fucking her. With her cunt full her clit was even more exposed so I just kept licking away at it. I don’t why but it didn’t bother me at all that a man who I had never met until just five minutes before was fucking my lover while I ate her out and watched his cock fill her. “He told us that he was about to come. When he did cum he pushed his cock deep into her. He pulled it out as he went soft and a long string of cum came with it. Fiona begged me to finish her as she was really close. I went back to licking her and before I knew it I was licking up some of Hugh’s cum. I don’t know if it was because it was in Fiona or what but I didn’t mind it and just kept licking away until she finally came. “Fiona was really horny now and started to suck Hugh to get him hard. He asked if I wanted a suck and I said no. Then he asked if I would kiss Fiona and he could slide his cock between our mouths. For some reason that seemed OK with me so we did that. Fiona started getting kind of greedy with trying to get his cock into just her mouth and I was playing at pushing back at her. It was more like something between Fiona and I and not really having much to do with Hugh other then he was supplying the cock that we were playing with. So at one point I pushed Fiona aside just as Hugh pushed forward and his cock was in my mouth. I was kind of stunned and he just kept on thrusting into my mouth…and I was OK. I even started to get into it a little. Meanwhile Fiona was sucking my tits and fingering me and I was getting real close to cumming. “Next thing I know I’m lying on my back on the bed and Hugh is between my legs and he just pushes inside me. He fucked me. He fucked me and I let him fuck me, I wanted him to fuck me and I fucked him right back. It was like that for the rest of my stay – right up to just before my fight home.” Gina was stunned, absolutely stunned. “Does Matt…?” “That’s where you have to help.” Sharon reached out and gently squeezed Gina’s hand. “I need you to do a oral sex threesome with Matt and I.” “What? Are you…Sharon? Do you realize what you’re asking?” “Please Gina. I know I’m asking a lot…please. I have never cheated on Matt. If it had just been something with Fiona I might be able to live with this, but I must have done Hugh a dozen times. Gina I swallowed too. I want to do that with Matt, I need to do that with Matt. But after all those years of not giving him blowjobs if I start sucking Matt’s cock all the time and swallowing; he’s gonna be suspicious. “That’s where you came in Gina. You have to help me. I have to do something to get him in a position for me to start blowing him and not be suspicious about why. He needs to think that I’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty to please him I can’t ask anyone else. Please.” Gina’s head spun dizzyingly. This was crazy. She couldn’t believe what Sharon was asking her to do, but she was more then willing to help. “Alright Sharon, because I’m your friend and I love you both so much, I’ll help you out.” Gina leaned close and hugged Sharon reassuringly. “There is just one thing I’d like in return from you.” “Oh thank you Gina, thank you. What would you like? What can I do for you?” Gina felt a surge of heat within her. She swallowed the last of her wine and looked directly at Sharon. “Do me like you did Fiona. Right here, right now.” Sharon’s mouth fell open. “You’re not serious are you? I mean, Gina, we’re neighbors and we’ll see each other after this. What if you…?” Gina was already unbuttoning her blouse. “Sharon, Sharon, Sharon, this isn’t going to be a one-time fling. Certainly you realize that. I mean, really Sharon, after what you’ve just told me I’d think that you would want to keep me happy and on your side.” “Ohmigod.” Sharon gasped as Gina laid back and beckoned her between her legs. “Just like you did Fiona Sharon. Think of this as seconds.” **Coming soon - Just Dessert: Another Helping?** Seconds, Better Than Firsts It is a beautiful Friday night. The skies crackle and flash with lightening. There is a distant rumble of lightening. I am content. The meetings of the day had gone well. My presentation went extremely well. But best of all, I am heading to my hotel where you are waiting. My divine goddess is waiting for me. The anticipation is more than enough to put a smile on my face. As I drive my rental car into the hotel parking lot, my soul does not soar. My goddess is not there. I can feel the void. Has something happened? Worry and concern dominate my thoughts. I stop at the desk to make sure the message and key I left were picked up. Yes, you are remembered. You had been dressed to kill. You had picked up the note at about 6:00, two and a half hours earlier. We were going to meet at 8:30. It is only 8:20. Then the clerk hands me a note. It is clearly yours. I can feel your sweetness. Puzzled, I hurry off to my room. The note does not contain the key. I want to read it in private. I push the button to call the elevator. It seems like an eternity but the doors finally open. I enter and the doors close. I am alone. I can wait no more. The note reads: “Dear Viking, A sweet friend needs your special touch. She is waiting in your room. Something came up but I will make it up to you before you leave on Sunday. Love, ****** Mentally, I pause. Oh how I want to talk to you. I need to know more. I want to give and get love. I want you in my arms. I had been anticipating you? The elevator stops. The doors open. I am in front of my room, a wonderful suite. I had been thrilled to be upgraded. I had hoped to share this luxury with you. The suite includes a sitting room, a bedroom and a large luxury bathroom with doors off both rooms. I walk in. I remove my coat and tie. I wonder where she is ...Is the sweet friend gone? Then I hear a soft moaning coming from the bedroom. One light illuminates the scene. It is a young voice deepened with passion. A veil of blond hair sits in front of my laptop reading the special story I had written for you. She does not even look up. I can see her calves hanging down from the chair ending in soft petite feet but the chair or her hair hides everything else. Her moaning suddenly becomes more intense as her body is rocked by an orgasm. As I approach I can tell that she is rubbing herself in that special way and quite enjoying my special story. I clear my throat to let her know I have entered the room. She stands quickly and blushes as she somewhat unsuccessfully tries to close the front of her unbuttoned dress. She mutters something about you showing her the story before you left about an hour ago. I tell her it is OK. I am glad she enjoyed my story. I urge her to relax while I try to figure out what I am supposed to do with her. What is my special touch? She visibly relaxes but still holds her dress closed. She is quite young, maybe 20, but she has the curves of a ripe women. Her face glows with her recent orgasm. Her look is hungry, ready. She asks if I wrote the story on the computer. I nod. She smiles and drops her dress to the floor exposing her white bra and panties. Both are accented with a trim of lace. Her breasts are smallish with erect nipples showing through the thin bra. The panties have a wet spot where I assume her nectar has soaked through. With that peculiar lustiness of an aroused women, she asks me to make love to her just like in the story. Needlessly to say I am somewhat taken aback but my manhood responds to the invitation. I open the bed and tuck her in. I slowly undress, first my shoes, then my shirt and finally my pants. Her eyes flash with excitement and anticipation as I unveil my hard erect cock. I slide into bed beside her and kiss her on the neck. Then she tells me she is ready for me to stick my cock in her pussy as she tosses her damp panties to the floor. Suddenly she seems much younger and too anxious to please. She does not know about loving or being loved. I gently caress her hair. She seems so vulnerable. I kiss her neck and gently blow warm air across her ear. Her body trembles. My hands caress her breasts still covered by her bra. Her nipples are indeed hard. I gently pinch the left and she moans. I reach behind her and undo the bra. So soft and smooth, her skin is perfect. I move my head down and suckle on a breast. My hand runs along her tummy and moves down to her sweet treasure. I find just a small patch of silky hair to guide my fingers. My first touch of her clit causes her to shake violently, as another small orgasm rocks her body. Clearly she is ready to take all my loving. She explodes again as my fingers sink deeply into her tender treasure. She is more than ready for my manhood but I persist in stimulating her passions. Her passions begin to soar. I move between her legs and gently move my cock to her magic gate. I am ready to fill her pussy. She grabs my shoulders and pulls me in, taking all of me in, in one stroke. Her eyes blaze with raw passion. In and out I pump, fired by her young body. Her body trembles with each thrust. Her pussy is tight and wet. She takes all my love. Her passions soar. Her knees come up opening her pussy. I lift her legs to my shoulders and begin to seriously work her body. She climaxes with a tremendous release. Her face seems to glow. I am lost in her treasure as it milks my stiff cock until I erupt. She erupts again as our juices mingle. The air is filled with the scent of our passions. I am spent. I move to her side and we spoon and cuddle. Her eye aglow with how wonderful it was…better than the story. She tells me about her first time…now that she knows how it is supposed to be. Pained that I had not resisted taking her longer, I learn that she had been with her boy friend twice and had not felt anything. She had been used as a fuck toy. Now she knows what is to be loved. Inwardly I know she has a long way to go and I am glad I had been patient. Looking back, it was good that she had read my story before I had even arrived. Emotionally spend she soon falls asleep in my arms with my cock nestled in the crack of her ass. I am still wide awake thinking about how she came to be in my bed and how you are somewhere else. I hope I had done what you expected. She is sweet and all but not my lover. I wonder how you know her? The thought of you causes my loins to stir. I wonder when you will return. At about 11:30 I hear the door open and close. I worry for just a moment. Then I remember that you still have a key. Your sweet bundle sleeps snuggled up against my hairy chest. You close the bathroom door to the bedroom. You putter quietly and take care of business. I hear you move back out into the sitting room. After a moment, it is almost quiet. I hear you shifting a little so I know that you are not asleep. I slip free of the girl in my bed and lust after the women who has just arrived, the one I know, the one who knows me, the one who knows my secret passions. I slip into the sitting room. The lights are all out. Only moonlight comes through the gap in the curtains. In the dim light your eyes blaze. The light glints on your teeth as you smile at me. I am in heaven again. The anticipation is wonderful. As my eyes adjust I can see the smooth curves of your bare shoulders just peeking out from under a blanket. I can see the outline of your body, the womanly curves of your hips and the gentle swell of your breasts. The blanket rises and falls with your even breathing. My nakedness betrays my thoughts, as I get closer. You can see my cock rising to attention. I know you will be mine. The only question how high I can make your passions soar before I am spent. Inwardly I muse as to whether you will cause me to erupt before I succeed in filling your needs. It will be ecstasy to find out. The room seems warm as I pull the blanket slowly off of you. The unveiling of your body trills my soul. When the blanket slides off your shoulders and down to your waist, you extend your arms to welcome me into your loving embrace. Tossing the blanket aside, I smile to see your completely smooth treasure. You have shaved yourself smooth. I wonder how fresh you will taste. I wonder what you have in mind for this special night. You are so wonderfully creative. You inspire me to great deeds. I slip onto the couch by your feet. I gently push your knees up. Your sweet cleft opens. I can smell your arousal. You have been anticipating too. I move in slowly. Kissing your thighs. Teasing you. Licking and caressing, I move up your legs. Soon I will be invading you with my tongue. I will feast on your sweet nectar. There is no need to discuss why you were not here. Nor to discuss what we shall do. I can feel your passions. Your giving as your hold my head …and pull your knees wide. I dive in. Licking your clit. Biting your nether lips. Making you mine. As my tongue probes deeper I can hear your needs crying out to me. Your body shakes with a first organism, an exquisite release. I know I will be able to fill your every need. I know that in the end you will give yourself wholly over to me. It is the passion and bond we share across time and space. It inspires me to great passion. It inspires you to great giving. My mouth tastes the release of your passions as you are rocked by an orgasm. Letting the you come off your high but just a little, I ask where the sweet bundle came from. I learn she is a special friend who has shared some special moments but really needed to get laid. Relieved I tell you about the little party we had for two while I hold you in my lap and urge you to stroke your contracting pussy. I am enjoying the warmth of your body. We kiss again. You can feel my hard cock poking at your pussy. You know I will not be denied long. You roll off my lap and take a position on all fours. Your ass turned up just slightly. You tell me it is time to fill you. I kneel behind you and we lean together with one accord. Working together we start the dance of ages. In and out working together without a word. It feels so good. I am glad I have already cum tonight so that I can prolong the adventure. In and out like the waves crashing on the beach. Our passions are merging. We feel alone in the world. You moan loudly as a second orgasm takes you. I am getting so close now. It feels so good. As if on cue, there is a flash of lightening that light the scene. A few seconds later there is deep rumble of thunder as I erupt….filling your sweet treasure with my seed. I groan aloud…I want the moment to last forever. At our moment of climax, I hear a moan behind me…She is a awake. I lose my focus for a moment. You turn and stretch out on the deep pile carpet. You beckon to our sweet visitor who comes in shyly, obviously embarrassed at being caught watching and obviously very aroused. You have a quick whispered chat. Sweetness is soon kneeling with her ass in the air. Feeding on your aroused and recently filled treasure. Your enjoyment is clearly evident. You ask me what I am waiting for…indicating that she wants the full treatment. I hesitate…and you point to the KY jelly on the night stand. I feel barbarian. I slip over behind our sweet voyeur and begin to finger fuck her pussy. She writhes with pleasure but some how stays focused on eating your pussy. Applying a generous portion of lubricant, I start to probe her backdoor. At my first touch, she pushes back wanting to engulf my finger. I sense there is more to this story than I have been told but decide to enjoy the steamy passions of two women who seem intent on giving me a night to remember. It is not long before sweetness is writhing and moaning into your pussy while I finger fuck her treasure and her back door. She is relaxed and hot. I look over at you enjoying the attentions of a young active tongue. You mouth to me, “100” and I smile comprehending at last what the full treatment should be. My cock is hard and erect with anticipation. I slide it into a young pussy that accepts it like an old friend. In and out…I begin the count down…100….99…..98…with each stroke. Sweetness struggles to bring you to orgasm before she loses it. After 75 strokes, I move my cock to her back door. Just touching this other hole. I hesitate…but she slams back and takes me with a deep growl and the count continues…74…73…72. Each ten strokes I switch to the other hole. I am in heaven. Fucking the life out of real women now. One who has learned to push back and meet my strokes. One who has learned to share her energy and passion. …9…8….7…..Almost counted down. My loins are tensing. I am sure it will be my biggest load yet. 6…5…4…3…the lightening flashes…..I see your lust…..you lose and control as another orgasm rocks your body. With the rumble of the lightening, your passions seems to ripple down the feminine connections that joins us. Her head comes back, as she yells, “YES”. 2…1…as I flood her tight ass. Sensing my fatigue, you gather us towards the bedroom. Mentioning that we have all night and all day tomorrow. Sweetness beaming with lust, satisfaction, and something else. You tell me I was perfect. Then I hear the rest of the story. Sweetness has been dating the guy for 5 years. They had finally decided to do it. It had been a disaster. It had only gotten worse when this young stud at tried to use the back door. You, goddess of love had taught her to let her passions soar…and I had shown her how a man should play the song of love with a women’s body. Then you made the perfect suggestion…You suggested that sweetness go wake up her boy friend and show him how a women ravishes a man. This of course left us alone. But that is another story. Seconds of Tom Sometimes, instead of having sex with my wife, we tell each other a fantasy while we both masturbate ourselves. This particular day, I was lying in bed stroking my hard cock listening to my wife describe a fantasy to me. I have to say that the sex that she was talking about had made me very excited and I could "see" all the action as she spoke and hear my wife's fingers as they moved over, and into, her cunt. I was very close to cumming and the top of my hand was slick with precum. "Suddenly your cock slips out of my cunt and I feel cum land on my belly and tits. First one string, then a second and third" said my wife. "The cum feels wonderful on my skin and you collapse beside me" she continued. "Your face is right close to my tit and you reach out with your tongue and lick the cum off of the nipple." She gasped as, I assumed, she really started to work on her clit ready to finish off the story and herself. "The cum is not yours," she said as her orgasm hit. She really knows all the buttons to push with me. My eyes opened and my orgasm followed a split second later. I kept pumping on my cock until all my cum lay on my stomach and chest. Once the wonderful feeling that was inside me calmed down, I turned my head and looked at my wife who was now looking at me and smiling. "Good one?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "You always have a good fantasy to share. It was interesting that I never realized that there was someone else was with us." "I thought you would like the surprise at the end," she admitted. "I know that you like licking me after you have cum in me and have licked your cum off of me before, but was not sure what you would think of doing the same thing with someone else's cum." I must admit that our sex life took on a whole new dimension after having a third person join us. We always have talked during sex and now with the experience of a threesome behind us our talk was turned up a notch. We could talk about what had happened rather then "what could happen." I really don't know who was more turned on by the events of that night my wife or myself. I maintain that I got the most enjoyment out of the night because I got to live out one of my biggest fantasies and lick my wife's cunt after she had been fucked by someone else. I always get turned on when I get a creampie, but there was something a little more exciting about knowing that it was someone else's cum that I was licking out of her. She says that she got more because she got fucked that much in a night in a long time. I guess we could call it even. We cuddled up after we cleaned ourselves and ended up talking about the fact that my wife made Tom's cock go into my mouth at one point. "I bet you had a real surprised look on your face when that happened," she said giggling. "I would have loved to have seen it." "Ha ha," was the witty response that I gave her. Now to be honest I knew that there would have to be some sort of contact with Tom's cock if I was going to be licking my wife while she was getting fucked, maybe the odd touch, but I didn't really count on having a his cock actually in my mouth. I think that the really scary part was that I was not really as repulsed about it as I thought I would be. I wasn't really sure where this conversation was leading, but if it resulted in another threesome, either with Tom or someone else, than I certainly was not going to change the topic. Morning came all too soon and as we sat down to breakfast I took, what I thought was, a bold step. "If you are interested in inviting Tom around for dinner we could see if we could have some sort of repeat happen," I started. "I can't promise anything though and if you didn't want to have Tom over then that is fine as well." "Oh, I would love to have Tom over regardless," my wife said hastily. "I totally enjoyed the last time we were together. I would not turn down the opportunity for a repeat." With that I got up to call Tom and invite him over. Tom arrived shortly before six and I greeted him with a firm handshake and my wife treated him with a hug and a kiss. I thought that the kiss lasted a little longer than a normal greeting kiss, but then my cock didn't seem to mind as it started to firm up in anticipation of the events to come. We sat down and had a pleasurable meal then adjourned to the lounge for coffee and small talk. We asked how Tom had been since we had seen him and what was new in his life and answered his questions of us in return. I was taking a sip of coffee when my wife asked Tom if he was ready for desert. "That would be nice," he answered. "What are we having?" "Well, he wants some creampie," my wife said nodding in my direction, "but I don't know yet what you and I are going to have." I just about snorted my mouthful of coffee out my nose hearing what my wife said. I coughed and sputtered a little bit as my cock rose quickly at the thought of once again getting to lick my wife after Tom had fucked her. "Seeing that I didn't bring anything for the hosts as a thank you for dinner, I suppose contributing to desert would be the least that I can do." Tom smiled. My wife and Tom got up and slowly walked towards each other. They stopped as their bodies barely began to touch each other and then Tom lowered his mouth to my wife's mouth. They gave each other small kisses and before long the kisses grew in length. I sat engrossed as they continued to kiss and their arms snaked around each other. My wife's going around Tom's neck holding him to her and his roamed up and down her back, caressing her as they kissed. I wasn't absolutely sure, but I was pretty sure that their tongues were dancing together as they kissed as well. One of Tom's hands moved from my wife's back up her side and tenderly cupped her tit through her blouse, before his fingers sought out her erect nipple then gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. I heard the moan from my wife that escaped from their kiss. Their kiss lingered for quite a while before Tom broke the kiss and started to kiss my wife's chin and neck. She tilted her head up as he kissed his way down her neck until he kissed her where her tits softly swelled together at the top button of her dress. My cock was as hard as ever as I watched Tom undo the first button of my wife's dress, then a second and third slowly followed. Two more buttons were opened with agonizing slowness and, with my wife's dress now open to her stomach Tom bent over and tenderly kissed my wife's belly button. When Tom stood up he slipped both his hands into my wife's open dress and cupped one of her tits in each hand, before sliding his hands up to her shoulders and letting the dress fall from her shoulders leaving my wife standing in her well filled lacy bra and dress bunched at her waist. Tom lowered his head and kissed her shoulders then moved behind her and kissed from one shoulder, across the back of her neck and over to her other shoulder. As he did this my wife put her hands behind her and I guessed that she was rubbing Tom's cock through his pants. Tom kept kissing my wife's shoulders and a little way down her chest. I heard a zipper being lowered and I figured that my wife had decided to get closer to Tom. Tom's hands, meanwhile, had slipped under the bottom of my wife's bra and were gently kneading her tits. I watched as his fingers once again rolled her nipples between them. The nipples were hard before, but now they really seemed to be sticking out. Suddenly, my wife's bra slipped up over Tom's hands and I got a unobstructed view of what Tom was doing with his hands. I stepped closer as Tom stopped playing with my wife's nipples and, placing a hand under each tit, offered them to me. My lips moved down and took a nipple between them. I let my tongue roll over my wife's nipple feeling its hardness. I gently flicked it as I sucked. My wife moaned, but whether it was due to my suckling or Tom's kisses or both I don't know. I do know that she was pushing her tit towards me as I sucked. I moved over to her other tit and did exactly the licking and sucking movement. After a while, I dropped to my knees and kissed my wife's stomach. I pushed her dress down with my hands and it fell in a pile at here feet. Next I kissed her soft skin that was exposed as I pulled her underwear down. I softly kissed here pelvis, tops of her thighs where her legs were pressing together, inhaling the scent of her arousal. I continued to kiss her pelvic area and as I did she spread her legs slightly giving me access to her cunt. My tongue reached as far between her legs as I could get it, then I lick her cunt gathering as much of here juice as I could before she jumped when my tongue ran over her clit. I repeated this process a couple more times and when I went to do it a fourth time, I felt my wife shift slightly and as I pushed my tongue forward Tom's cock slid between my wife's legs and the top side of his shaft ran along between the wet lips of my wife's cunt. My tongue, instead of licking my wife's cunt lips again, ran straight down the underside of Tom's cock and off over the head, collecting a dollop of pre-cum in the process. I couldn't believe it. She did it to me again, I thought as I heard a quite giggle from my wife. Having touched Tom's cock during our last threesome, heck I even had it in my mouth, I was not repulsed by having licked Tom's cock. I was more just the unexpectedness of it. My wife sank gracefully to her knees and kissed me lovingly on the lips. "Lay down on your back lover," she whispered after she broke the kiss and I hastily complied. After I was on my back my wife got down on her hands and knees so her cunt was hovering over my face. I got a really good look at her wet and excited cunt. Tom had not been idle while my wife I and moved around and he was right behind here on his knees in a flash. I could see his hard cock pointing at my wife's expectant and very receptive cunt. I moved my hands so that one spread the lips of my wife's cunt and in the other I took Tom's cock. Even though I had touched Tom's cock before with my tongue, holding the throbbing hardness was different. I gripped his shaft firmly, then, pulled Tom forward towards my wife's cunt. The head of Tom's cock slipped between the fingers holding my wife open, then without any hesitation at all slipped into my wife's cunt. I guided Tom's cock into my wife's cunt until the hand holding Tom touched wet cunt lips, then I let Tom go and he slid the rest of the way into my wife and held himself deep with in her. I watched entranced as Tom stayed where he was. No one moved. Then without warning, Tom withdrew his cock from my wife until just the head of his cock was still in her. He held that position for a second or two then pushed all the way back in and soon was in a steady rhythm, fucking my wife. For a while I watched how the lips of my wife's cunt moved over Tom's cock as he fucked her and how her clit was exposed at times. I could not hold out any longer and I lifted my head to the junction of my wife and Tom and started to lick. I licked everything. My wife's clit, her cunt lips, Tom's cock. It didn't matter. What mattered was I was enhancing their sexual experience by using my tongue on both of them. From the grunts and groans that Tom was emitting, and the "Yes's" that my wife was saying, I think that they were enjoying it as much as I was. I even got so much into that act, that one time when Tom was pulling out of my wife, I nudged his hips slightly and the next push of his cock sent it into my mouth. Unlike last time, it was not one push into my mouth that Tom did. This time he pumped into my mouth several times before I took hold of him and, again, guided him into my wife's cunt. Again I attacked both my wife's cunt and Tom's cock and it was not long before Tom's pushes became slightly erratic and I knew that he was close to cumming. I lay my head back on the floor and watched as Tom pushed hard and deep into my wife and let out a loud groan. He held his cock deep in my wife and I saw his balls jump and I knew that with each jump of his balls he was depositing cum into my wife's cunt. "That was very nice," my wife cooed. "I bet that there is lots of mess that needs to be cleaned." Tom slowly pulled his softening cock out of my wife and when the head was just coming into view another impulse came over me. Again I nudged Tom's hips and when his cock finished slipping out of my wife's cunt, my tongue guided it down into my mouth and I was rewarded by the mixed flavour of Tom's cum and my wife's juices. I lolled Tom's cock around with my tongue until I had cleaned it, then Tom slipped his cock out of my mouth. While I had been cleaning Tom, my wife had moved from over me and was now sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, her legs parted and her just fucked cunt displayed to me. She crooked a finger at me motioning for me to come over. I quickly rolled onto my stomach and crawled to where my wife was sitting. I started kissing her knees and slowly worked up her legs until I was just inches away from her cunt. It smelled differently to the first time I smelled it this evening. Now it smelled of sex, hot passionate sex. It was an intoxicating smell to me. I placed soft kisses on my wife's open cunt lips and sucked in the drop of Tom's cum that had leaked out of my wife. I kissed my way from the bottom of her cunt up to her clit and back down again. Then I repeated the process. I then placed my mouth directly on my wife's cunt and stuck my tongue as far in her as I could and moved it around trying to get at as much of Tom's cum as I could. I let my tongue dart in and out of my wife's cunt as well as running it over her cunt lips before trapping her clit between my lips and then flicking her clit with my tongue. I felt my wife's hand move to hold my head and I really started to work on her. I knew from past experience that she wanted me to concentrate on her clit, but I worked my way around all of her cunt prolonging the experience. Finally I let her hands keep my face steady between her legs and moved my tongue over my wife's clit quickly. Wetness was almost flowing out of her cunt and I knew that as much of it was Tom's cum as it was her juices. My wife pushed her cunt up to my lips and pulled at my head trying to get as much contact with my tongue as she could. A loud groan came from deep within her as her orgasm hit. I moved down from my wife's clit as her twitching from her orgasm slowed down and I tried to lap up as much of the liquid that spilled from her cunt, savouring the flavour. "That was simply wonderful!" exclaimed my wife. "I thoroughly enjoyed it." "Me too," added Tom. "Me three," I grinned. "You did very well," agreed my wife. An odd look came over her face when she looked at me. "You're still dressed," my wife pointed out. I had not really thought about it, but here I was the only one still with clothes on and it was high time that I did something about it as my cock was achingly hard and I wasted to desperately fuck my wife. My clothes practically flew off my body and once again I knelt between my wife's legs. With one hand I pointed my cock at her cunt and found no resistance as I leaned forward and slipped inside of her. Her cunt was warm and wet around my cock and I lingered pushed in as far as I could. My lips descended to my wife's left nipple and I suckled on it. Tom's head came into my line of sight to the right of me as his mouth attached itself to my wife's other tit. I didn't stay in that position for long and I moved my hips letting my cock withdraw almost completely before pushing it back in again. I closed my eyes and settled into a very familiar fucking routine. My cock moving easily in and out of my wife's cunt giving me huge amounts of pleasure in the process. I opened my eyes again and Tom was still licking and sucking on my wife's tits. While he was sucking, one of his hands moved down and found its way to her clit and he gently stroked it while I was fucking my wife. My wife's hips started to move with increased urgency and a very wonderful feeling was starting to build in my balls. The excitement of the threesome, fucking my wife and having Tom's fingers on my wife's clit, as well as occasionally touching me, while I was fucking her soon became all too much for me and with a grunt I pushed as deep into my wife's cunt as I could and my cum leapt from my cock into her cunt. As my cock softened, it slipped out from between the lips of my wife's cunt and, putting her hands on my shoulders, she pushed me down to lick her again. I happily moved down her body and did just that. The smell of my wife was much more heady now, with my cum added to the mixture of juices in her cunt. I trailed my tongue over the lips of my wife's cunt, gathering much wetness and drawing it into my mouth savouring the taste. I licked hard up between the lips and thrust my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could, trying to get as much of the cum that was in her into my mouth. I flicked my tongue in and out of her cunt just like my cock had been doing minutes before. Then I moved to her clit. I gave her clit several soft kisses, then I started to seriously use my tongue on it. Before long, my wife's hands were gripping my head and she was bucking her hips, moaning loudly as her orgasm overtook her. I gave her cunt on last kiss then crawled up from between my wife's legs and cuddled up with her on the chair. I kissed her on the mouth. "I love you so much," I whispered. "I love you too," my wife smiled at me. Once again, like last time, Tom had let himself out without disturbing us. Letting us finish off alone.