7 comments/ 100596 views/ 4 favorites Swiss Spring Break By: Thomas22John I should like to thank Barb36D for her valuable help in editing this manuscript and her enthusiastic support, without which this story – basically true – would not have been posted on Literotica. After having enjoyed the Matterhof during a managers meeting, Marie and I decided to go back there some years ago. The last visit was in late January, but this time we chose early March to enjoy the touch of an early spring. There is still plenty of snow at that time, but the warm sun is making it all the more pleasant for us, living as we do on the cold top of the world. Arriving at the weekend, we had 10 whole days of skiing and relaxing to look forward to. We splashed out with our room reservation. A lovely suite, large bedroom, lounge area, sumptuous bath and with a view toward impressively tall mountains. The slopes there are absolutely beautiful, with The Matterhorn very dominant in view to the south. After skiing we lunched at one of the many taverns high up in the hills - very Swiss, very hospitable, very nice! The Matterhof, being the premier hotel in the village, had a sauna that we were able to book for our own private late afternoon relaxation. Being naked in the hot surroundings with a lovely woman, equally bare, was a real come-on and immensely erotic. Mid-week was a busy time in Zermatt with a lot of new guests arriving at the small station. Quite a few of them descended on the Matterhof during the afternoon, in the hotels horse-drawn sledges. We had booked a table in the main dining room for the evening, knowing that that a small Italian combo was engaged to play “taffel music”. After the afternoon sauna we had a relaxing time in our rooms. Marie spent a considerable time in the bathroom getting ready for the evening. The dress code for the dining room was formal. Just the way we liked it on occasions. When she came out of the bath she looked ravishing. Shear light blue skimpy panties, no bra and was slipping into a silk polka dot dress with thin shoulder straps. The back of her dress was cut almost indecently low and the front hugged her breast in the most exiting way, the weight of them swaying gently as she moved. The dress finished just below her knees and had the most wonderful swing as she moved. The split showed bare skin above her shimmering stay-up nylons. Medium high heels showed of her nice long legs. Looking at her I felt my cock starting to swell and getting heavy. What an exiting woman she is, I thought. “Do you feel as sexy as you look?” I asked her. “I’m so relaxed and so much enjoying myself at the moment,” was her reply. “I think it will be an exciting evening,” she added, giving me a kiss. “Do we have time for a quickie?” I joked. “Can you get it up again after the sauna, or are you just bragging?” she asked squeezing my cock. “Let’s work up an appetite for later,” she said, giving me a peck on the nose. I was a very proud man leading her down to the dining room. The headwaiter showed us to a corner table with a southern view. The Matterhorn had a full moon skirting its side, making it a spectacular sight. I thought to myself that it was rather strange to be given a table for four with the extra guests having arrived that afternoon. Well into our oyster starter the headwaiter came to ask if we would mind sharing our table. "Of course not," we replied. Two men arrived, following Ernst (the headwaiter). They introduced themselves as John and Gerry. They had both been to a conference in Geneva and had decided to take a few days holiday before returning to Canada. Both were about our age, (35 to 40) and good looking. John lived in Vancouver and Gerry came from Quebec. They where delighted to have the company of someone speaking English. Gerry was seated next to Marie and they quickly got into an easy, bantering conversation. From John I learned that this was their first visit to the Vales. They came to Geneva often, but were normally too busy getting back to work to take advantage of a few days relaxation. It was clear to see that Gerry was taken with Marie and his eyes strayed to her cleavage again and again. She, no doubt, noticed his interest – making her nipples harden under the silk of her dress – pressing and showing clearly the beautiful outline of her breasts. The dinner went on in the most delightful way, with easy banter. The food was excellent as well. The small Italian combo started playing some nice soft danceable tunes and the little dance floor soon filled up. I was just about asking Marie for a dance, when Gerry asked her. She looked at me as to say: “May I?” “Go on, enjoy yourself,” I said. After a while they came back to the table. Before I had a chance to ask, John took her out on the floor. She was thoroughly enjoying their attention. Coming back to the table she had more than her usual spring in her steps that clearly showed her appreciation of being the centre of attraction. We had booked a table in the bar for after dinner drinks. Friends of John were staying at a hotel further down the valley and he was invited there for the night and had to leave after dinner. Making our way to the bar, Marie asked Gerry if he would like to join us. “Yes, please – I should like that very much, provided you allow me to buy some champagne,” was his reply. The table was set in an alcove, well away from the dancing area. Marie slid into the inside seat of the sofa bench and patted the place next to her. “You sit and talk to me Gerry. I see Finn every day, but you will be gone soon.” As she moved into her seat the split in her skirt opened almost to her crotch. She did not attempt to cover up, but leaned into Gerry asking, “Why haven’t you brought your wife with you?” We then heard the story about how he and his wife had agreed to end an incompatible marriage. He had married his pretty high school sweetheart. She was the envy of all his friends, but after their courting days, the sex part of the marriage had gradually turned into a disaster. As he bluntly put it, “she couldn’t handle my size! “Oh.” almost blushing he glanced at Marie and added "that was unpardonably blunt of me, please forget that I ever said those words." “Think nothing of it. We'll call it a slip-of-the-tongue," she said smilingly, casting an intrigued look into his lap. "But how can that be a problem?" she added. She knew well enough my fantasy of sharing her with another man and I couldn’t help wondering if this perhaps was the occasion I had been waiting for. She appeared to be quite taken with him. He was obviously captivated and was constantly lavishing attention on her. He kept stealing glances at her breasts and uncovered thighs. He volunteered the information that the divorce had been such a traumatic experience and that for the last few months he had buried himself in work, without time for play. “How very sad for you,” Marie said. “It’s not good for anyone to be without the attention of a loving partner for such a long time.” “Anyone for a dance?” Marie got up and pulled me from the table. “Back soon Gerry - the next dance is with you,” she winked. She melted into my arms to a slow number. I could feel her whole body cuddling into me from her breasts, stomach and thighs. She was warm through her silk dress and the supple muscles of her back were playing beneath my fingers. “You seem to have made quite a hit with Gerry,” I whispered into her ear. “I’m wondering if I’m being a bit unfair leading him on, but I must admit I like him a lot, and I enjoy the attention,” she replied. “Why don’t you ask him to dance again and see if you can get him hard, and feel if he is as big as he claims,” I answered, pressing my beginning erection into her. “That’s nice. Keep it just there, it fits so nicely in my crotch,” she purred. As we walked back to our table I had to keep my hand in my pocket to hide my erection. Marie smiled when she noticed my predicament. “Would you like sit this one out, or will you dance with me?” Gerry asked. “I’ll love to dance with you,” taking Gerry by the hand as he led her to the floor. I needed the men’s room and wandered of in search. They were still dancing when I got back to the table. The floor was quite dark and I could just see them in a very close embrace at the far end. The music was good; mostly evergreens with plenty of slow humable tunes. If they were humming I couldn’t see it, but they were certainly close enough for a buzz. They had melted into each other from their tops to their toes. Coming back to the table Marie was flushed and with nipples almost poking through the silk of her dress. Gerry excused himself to find the toilet. “This is madness,” she exclaimed. “The poor man has an erection bigger and harder than I would think possible!” “Well, in that case you have two erections to look after,” I said, smiling at her. “I believe the sensible thing is to call it a night before this situation takes off completely.” She looked serious. “Is that really what you would like to do?” I asked. “No, it’s not,” she replied. Asking me to follow her to the ladies room, she told me how dancing with Gerry had affected her. “He really is a very nice man; much too nice to be teased unmercifully. I’m not ready to indulge in your fantasy of sharing me with another man, but I have to admit that I want him, perhaps even more than he wants me. Sorry, I’m lying, judging from his stiffness he wants me badly!” She asked me to wait for her to finish her visit to the ladies. I went back to the table to inform Gerry that we would be back soon. “I’ll be here,” he smiled, and added, “Will you tell me if I’m overstepping my mark? I am very taken with your wife,” he admitted, with a concerned look on his face. “Marie, as a grown up woman and is perfectly capable of looking after herself. She makes her own decisions,” I told him and went looking for her. As she came out from the ladies room a minute or two later she took my arm and stuffed something into my pocket. She asked, and wanted to be quite sure that if she decided to spend the night with Gerry that I would not object later. “You say it excites you, but how will you really feel afterwards is what’s important?” she added, glancing around the bar. “There is a woman sitting at the bar, and she looks lonely. Why don’t you ask her to dance and then invite her to our table? It would make me feel better if I knew you had company.” She had obviously decided that Gerry was hers for the night. I had to go to the men’s again and Marie sauntered back to the table. Reaching into my jacket pocket I pulled out her silky panties. The crotch was soaked through with her wetness and the musky smell intoxicating. The table was empty when I came back and I could see the two of them dancing. I honestly hadn’t noticed the woman Marie had observed at the bar. She was sitting alone with a glass of wine in her hand, looking a bit lost. When she looked my way and smiled. I got up, introduced myself and asked if she would like to dance. She nodded a yes, and taking my arm we walked to the floor. Her name was Dina and she told me that her husband had been delayed on his flight from Madrid, due to some technical problems. He was not expected until midmorning next day. She had come down from Zurich this afternoon at the close of a meeting there. Her English was good; good enough to make small talk in any case. She moved well with that special Latin sway to her hips. She was elegantly dressed, slim, and filled out her outfit very nicely. Guessing, I would put her age at around thirty-five, give or take a couple of years. Marie caught my eye across the floor and mouthed: “Thank you.” She was very heavily into Gerry. He was caressing her bottom, and the thought that her wet panties were in my pocket was incredibly erotic. In fact, the situation caused my prick to start swelling and the combination of Dina’s supple body and the thought of Marie’s naked sex soon had me erect. I didn't want to chase away my new dance partner too soon by being so obviously aroused and tried to keep some distance between my growing cock and her. She looked up at me and smiled, obviously having noticed my arousal, and snuggled up close – moving against my hardness. Marie and Gerry were just moving off the floor when the band stopped for a break. I asked Dina if she would like to join me at our table. She would like that very much, because it was lonely at the bar. I made the introductions, but omitted that Marie was my wife. Dina told us that this was her first visit to Switzerland. She had been skiing before in the Sierra Nevada's, but wanted to get some more practice. We made general talk about winter and skiing and the nice hotel. Not the most scintillating of conversations. Dina was clearly annoyed with her husband for standing her up. She said she wasn’t at all sure that the reason for his delay was a flight problem. She had almost made up her mind to stay in her room for the evening, but having looked forward to the break for some time, she decided to see what was happening. She was definitely pretty enough to attract attention and was very pleased that I had “rescued” her from the bar. Her hair was jet-black and her skin the colour of honey. She was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil and had lived there until moving to Madrid when she was just past twenty. She was a qualified masseuse, working in an up-market establishment getting sports men and women back into shape from the strain and stresses they inflicted on their bodies. When I jokingly asked whether she practised her profession in her spare time, she answered with a smile: “It depends on what mood I’m in!” By the time we were half into a second bottle of champagne the combo was back and Gerry asked Marie to dance. Dina and I did the same. We had only taken a few steps on the floor when Marie and Gerry came close and she tapped Dina’s shoulder saying, “Switch?” Melting into me, she asked me how I felt about the situation. Before letting me answer she went on saying that perhaps this wasn’t a good thing after all. Pressing into me she could feel my prick poking into her groin. “Have you gone off with him?” I asked. “God no, my wetness will soon be down to my knees. It was a bad idea to part with my panties, but it feels deliciously wicked to be without them!” “Does he still want you?” I whispered. “When he stroked me and noticed my naked rump during the last dance he nearly came on the spot; I could feel his cock twitching against me. He asked me to touch his bare cock under the table. It’s long, thick and wet! Perhaps I should just take him outside and give him a blow job? I’m still worried about tomorrow and what kind of feelings you’ll have then! I’m not even sure how I feel about you and Dina. She’s a very sexy lady!” “Well, perhaps you are right, why don’t you finish the dance and kiss him goodnight!” I said. “My head is spinning,” she mumbled, as if she was being robbed of a precious gift. “But I desperately want to feel him deep inside me,” … she almost cried, and then added, "I'm sorry, I will come to my senses in a little while and then kiss him goodnight." Dina and Gerry were close and turning around I tapped his shoulder and switched partners again. Dina moved into my arms, looked at me strangely and said, “Can you tell me what is going on here? All three of you are oozing sex from every pore, and you even have the smell of a woman in heat on you. Gerry has an erection that certainly isn’t for me! Besides, you didn’t tell me that she’s your wife!” I had to tell her that Marie’s soaked panties were in my pocket, and that they had fallen head over heals in lust for each other. I also told her of Marie’s hesitation about going the whole way. “How do you feel about this?” she asked. I answered her truthfully that I would have preferred to fulfil my fantasy and share her with Gerry. “My God, you are all crazy,” she said, pressing into my erection. “Soon you will have my wet panties in your pocket as well.” The swelling of her nipples pressed into my chest. I asked her when she expected her husband to arrive. “Shut up and hold me close,” she started. “He’s probably in bed with his secretary just now. I’m not even going to check if his story about the flight problem is true.” She ground the ridge of her sex even harder into me. “We agreed that we needed some time away from home, to try to recapture the excitement from the early days of our marriage. We haven’t had sex for weeks – too many weeks!” she added. Breaking the cosy embrace, I suggested that we should finish our drinks. She held me back and asked what will happen now. I told her that is was up to Marie to solve her dilemma, follow her lust, or kiss him goodnight. “If I had the opportunity, I would follow my lust!” She smiled and stroked my crotch. She asked me to follow her to the ladies room before joining the others. Coming back she had something bunched up in her hands. “Here, you can look after my underwear as well,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Thank heavens for minute panties!” I thought. As we came back to our table Marie and Gerry were in a hot embrace. Her hand was in his lap, not that we could see it, but she was obviously fondling his erection. His hand was touching her naked cunt. The scent of their arousal enveloped the booth. She looked at me openly, saying, “I’m spending the night with Gerry!” Then she looked at Dina. “Will you keep my husband happy for me?” They got up from the table; Marie kissed me deeply and said, “I love you. Thanks for letting me have this. I’ll see you sometime tomorrow. And please, without hard feelings?” she added questioningly and then whispered, "I might even have a story to tell!" “How do you feel now?” Dina asked. I felt excited, apprehensive and horny. ”Should we have another drink?” I suggested. She said that a nice big whisky on ice would be just right to finish of the evening. Drink in hand, she took my arm and put it around her shoulder leaning very close. Her left breast was just within reach and as I cupped it gently, feeling her taunt nipple. She moaned, “That’s nice.” Her free hand moved to my crotch and stroked my hard cock. Opening the folds in her wrap-around skirt, she bared her dark pussy. “Touch my wetness,” she urged. It was getting late and the bar was emptying. “I don’t want to spend the night alone,” she said as she took my hand and moved it inside her soft bra, pressing it against her naked breast, the nipple poking into my palm. “I want you,” I said, kissing her. As we left the bar she went to the desk to check if any further messages had arrived from Madrid. She had a slip of paper in her hand. “There is another delay,” she read on, “he arrives the day after tomorrow and will be here in the evening.” “Shall we go to my room?” I suggested, remembering the champagne, still on ice. “Fine with me,” she replied. "Just let me collect something I might need." I told her to come to room 317 and that I would go ahead and have a quick shower, the door will be open I told her. “Make it a long shower and I will join you,” she smiled. ………… I was just waking up. The sun was filtering through the curtains and I assumed it must be midmorning. Dina was lying close with her hands around my penis. Turning around into a 69 position she opened her legs for me, welcoming my mouth and tongue on her sex. Opening her up with my fingers revealed her darker outer lips with the contrasting pink of the entrance to her vagina. Wetness was flowing freely from her, giving of a heady arousing scent. She was taking my hard cock in her mouth and was sucking on it beautifully as Marie walked in. Swiss Spring Break Untangling from our intimate position we greeted her, somewhat embarrassed having been caught in the middle of our morning romp. She looked absolutely radiant! Perhaps I had expected her to look worn out. Either way, I’m pretty sure she didn’t sleep much during the night. Walking across to the bed she sat down by my side and kissed my mouth still wet with Dina's juices. “Thank you for letting me have the night with Gerry,” she said. “I better leave you and go back to my room,” Dina said with a question in her voice. “Please, don’t hurry. Perhaps we can have breakfast brought here. The two of you look so sexy together,” Marie assured her. Getting off the bed she dropped her dress and stood naked in front of us; saying she was just going to take a shower. Stains of semen were still clinging to her pubic hair and stomach. “Do you want me to stay?” Dina asked as we heard the water running. I nodded a yes, cupping her breasts. She took hold of my cock again. “I can't let this beautiful stiffness be wasted,” she exclaimed as she straddled my groin and lowered her cunt down on me, driving me deep inside her. She moaned as she worked up and down on my rampant hard-on, saying that she always came quickly in the morning. Her vagina soon started to contract and her juices was flooding my cock and balls, triggering my own orgasm filling her with my sperm. She fell forward, pressing her hard nipples into my chest whispering “thank you” into my ear. “That was a much needed and a lovely morning fuck,” she soothed. Marie came out of the shower just as Dina and I climaxed displaying her wet cunt, plugged by my still hard penis. “I know I have no reason to be jealous after my lusty night,” she laughingly said. “But that really looks exiting. I’m getting wet all over again!” She took hold of my still hard shaft and lowering her mouth she sucked it deep between her lips. “I have often tasted myself on this cock, but never before the taste of another woman,” she said. “You taste nice Dina!” She went on, “It’s the first time I have seen someone fuck. You look lovely. It’s a pity I’m not bisexual or I should have kissed your body all over!” “Yes, it is a shame - I would have liked that a lot!” Dina said, reaching out a hand to cup Marie’s left breast. “Well, I suppose I must tell you about my wild night. It must be close to the ultimate in a woman’s “wet dream”. The lust we had worked up during the evening came to a very quick, hard - almost violent climax. Gerry and I were naked and clutching each other almost before we got inside the door of his suite. It was the rawest sex I have ever experienced, both of us being so geared up.” “Do you want me to hear this?” Dina stopped Marie. “Well, we seem to be sharing, so why not. Besides, I thought you were staying for breakfast?” Marie replied and went on. “Neither of us had any further need for foreplay. That had been going on throughout the evening. The poor man was so keyed up, having been without a woman for several months, that I was afraid he would come before I got his penis inside me. His body was stunning, very athletic. He was a keen swimmer he told me. Anyway, there we were naked, my aching breasts pressing into his chest. I was so exited my nipples were poking holes in him and my cunt was so wet and ready. I was almost afraid to touch his cock for fear of making him come straight away. It was beautiful - long, very thick, uncircumcised and stiff as a ramrod, but smooth as silk, balls heavy and hanging low, pre-come oozing out of the slit. I desperately wanted to kiss his rod, but knew it had to wait until later. I led him to the bed and lay down with open legs asking him to take me.” “Just fuck me and let me feel your big, beautiful cock deep inside me! We can play later,” I told him. “The urgent, almost brutal fucking was what we both needed just then. I have never been so filled up and within minutes my vagina started contracting, begging for his release. I thought he would never stop spurting his come into me. It was unbelievable! We were both breathing heavily gasping for air and hearts thumping madly.” “I’m sorry I came so quickly,” he said. “I’m so charged with hunger for you, that I couldn’t hold back any longer!” “I told him how wonderful it was, in spite of the haste.” “My cunt has been longing for this the whole evening,” I said, holding on to him as my vagina was drawing out the rest of his juices. “We have a long night ahead of us!” Dina and I were still naked and Marie had dropped the towel-wrap to the floor and sat on the bed while telling us. Dina was slowly stroking her breasts and my cock grew heavy, listening to her story. I had been afraid that she might not want to share it with me. “Do you know how horny I’m becoming?” Dina murmured. “I ought to leave the two of you alone, but I want to hear more,” she started to stroke my swollen penis. By this time Marie was leaning against the headboard, absentmindedly stroking the folds of her cunt. “Re-living the night makes me wet all over again,” she said. “I’m sure I still have a lot of their sperm inside me!” “What do you mean THEIR?” I asked. “Well, just listen and I'll tell you,” she answered and continued her recollection. “Next, Gerry collected a small bottle of champagne from the fridge and poured two glasses. I enjoyed seeing him walking around naked. He was in excellent shape; narrow hips, broad shoulders and with a very tight bottom. The heavy cock hanging between his legs looked so exciting resting on his big balls. He told me how different I was from his ex-wife. He told me how wonderful it was to make love to a woman who looked on sex without hang-ups -- as something perfectly natural, and acted on her own desires.” “I asked him come to bed and kiss me instead of prattling. He cupped my breasts and leaning to suck my nipples. They soon became aroused and stiffened; bringing back the nice warm feeling that follows the nerves throughout the body and sets my clitoris on fire. I was so full of his sperm that I couldn’t get any wetter. The nicest tingling was invading my sex. I took hold of his cock, stroking it. Bending over I closed my hand around his shaft and took him into my mouth. It was fascinating to see it growing again in my hand, and how the foreskin retracted to lay the head bare. I couldn’t believe it when he said he was not used to having his cock sucked and played with. I felt the prickling in his shaft as it became even stiffer. I gently licked the string behind the head and felt by his reaction how sensitive it was. I’m fascinated how silky smooth the purple head of a cock is - with his, even more so, simply because there was so much of it. “As the blood filled his shaft, heavy veins appeared. I cupped his balls as I moved my hand up and down the long shaft and could feel them getting firmer. Pre-come welled out of him, and I smeared it along his cock taking him into my mouth again, sucking hard. It’s such a kick to be able to control a strong man. Bringing him close to eruption, then taking him back, all the time building up an ever-larger dose of sperm.” “When he asked me to straddle his face, I happily did so, feeling his tongue on my clitoris. I wondered to myself how he liked sucking his own sperm combined with my own wetness out of my cunt. There certainly was a lot of it! I soon felt that my hypersensitive clit bringing me close to coming. The lips of my cunt filled out and the vulva was very receptive for his hard cock. I was torn between the wish to make him come in my mouth or to have my cunt filled again with his massive tool. He decided for me when he told me he wanted to fuck me from the back, on my knees.” “Rubbing my hips, he stroked his cock along my slit until he found the opening to my vagina, pressing the big head gently inside me. Even if we were both fully lubricated, he felt gigantic. I pulled away slightly and then pressed against him a little further, taking more of his wonderful hardness deeper inside my cunt. Soon he was building up a steady rhythm and my vagina clutched his big smooth head as it travelled deeper into me than any man had ever been. My whole body was on fire; his heavy balls slapping into my clitoris on every stroke and I was coming like I never had before. As my vagina clamped around his manhood, milking his wonderful cock, he grew even more, and his sperm started spraying deep inside me. I swear I could feel the force of his ejaculation in places that never before have seen the fierce head of an out of control, spurting penis. Leaning over me Gerry took hold of my breasts stroking them gently, telling me that it was the best fuck he had ever had. "Don’t you dare take that cock away from me yet!" I ordered him. He was filling me up so nicely that I couldn’t bear the thought of him pulling out. He very niftily took hold of me, rolled over on his back and repositioned me onto his pole, facing him. “I want to play with your breasts as your cunt caresses my cock,” he smiled. “He was still big inside me, and having my clitoris pressed against his pelvic bone was lovely. I like to be on top because of the control it gives me. Leaning over him I offered my aching breasts to his mouth and he sucked and bit my nipples carefully. Moving off his cock a little and then sliding down I could feel him starting to grow again. Suddenly there was a noise. Turning around, there was John emerging naked from the bathroom.” “Have you been here long?” we both asked in unison. “Only for the last half hour,” he replied and went on, “After Gerry came, fucking you doggy style, I’ve been hiding in the bathroom with a raging hard-on wondering how to tackle this. Seeing the two of you together was beautiful. I have never seen anything so erotic!” He explained, with Gerry was still deep inside me, hard as ever.” “The company was bloody boring so I decided to walk back here. Perhaps I should have stayed after all?” John looked questioningly at me.” “Don’t be silly; after all, this is your room,” I smiled at him, feeling the fullness of Gerry inside me. “Does it embarrass you that I’m sitting on your friend like this,” I asked him. “It’s a lovely sight. I’m both envious and horny,” he tried a laugh. “That he was horny was evident by the way his cock was standing out from his body with a lovely upward curve. In spite of my husbands fantasy I had never been in the company of two virile men before. Looking at Gerry I tried to figure out his reaction to John’s presence. He smiled at me and moved his hips slightly, pressing his cock further into my wetness.” “Why don’t you come over here", Gerry asked John. “The bed is certainly big enough for the three of us” he added. “I was not getting off my nice perch and Gerry agreed that I was just were I should be.” “John was about Gerry’s height, but slimmer, with a nicely proportioned body. His cock was definitely not as big, but looked good all the same. Bending towards me he asked if he could kiss my breasts. I felt my cunt being filled by a nice swelling and took that as yes from Gerry.” “I pulled John’s head down to my nipples and his lips closed around first one, then the other. His cock was standing nicely between his legs and within reach of my hand. Taking hold of him he sucked my tits harder and at the same time Gerry grew a little more inside my cunt. I must admit I was a bit unsure of the whole situation, but it was terribly exciting. Stroking him, his wetness pored out onto my hand and I coated his shaft liberally. I asked him to get on his knees and bring his cock close enough for me to suck. As I took him fully into my mouth, the swelling in my cunt was intensified. Gerry found this exciting as well, I thought to myself.” “From time to time I had wondered what it would be like to have both my bottom openings filled. The idea came back to me as I sucked on Johns slimmer tool. I could always ask him to stop if it was uncomfortable. I cupped his balls and smeared his wetness around the head of his cock with my free hand. His hands started to roam over my back and edged towards my bottom caressing it and soon his touch became demanding. His fingers followed the crack of my arse and scooping up a liberal dose of wetness from my cunt, he started to play around my puckered hole. It was a strange sensation, both forbidding and exciting and a thing that came across my mind only in my wildest dreams.” “Will you do something that I've never tried before?” I said, kissing him. “Keep making my arsehole as wet as you can with the juices from all of us. Or, even better, if you have some body oil from the bathroom - then I want you to take my virgin arse." “He moved to my bottom and started kissing and licking my arse, getting close to my cunt so occupied by Gerry. I lifted my bottom to help him lick some juice from my cunt and from Gerry’s exposed shaft. His hand went down to my clitoris taking more wetness on his fingers. I could feel his cock near the opening as he was smearing his own slippery juice on my hole. Gerry was busy fondling and sucking my breasts. John put a finger, then two into my opening and moved it in and out gently – loosening me up. Gerry was swelling again inside me, making me even wetter. I could just reach John's cock with my hand and led him to my virgin hole.” “Now, press gently into me,” I told him. “After some resistance at the opening the head of his cock nestled inside. I pressed my hand on his stomach holding him off and told him to let me get used to the new sensation.” “Push a little further,” I moaned and suddenly his slippery pole slid smoothly into my arsehole. God, how I was full of cock! “I started moving up and down on Gerry and even though John was not doing much, my own movement caused both cocks to thrust inside me. This was getting to much for all of us and I felt how they both swelled and pulsed. Our needs were getting urgent and my two men started fucking me hard. The feeling of being so full of cock was shattering. I was on a sexual roller coaster and felt I could take on a whole baseball team! Coming close, I cried out for both of them to fuck me harder and fill me with their sperm.” “John came first, pumping a big load deep into me, which triggered my own unbelievable climax. Then Gerry swelled to a massive size and sprayed me full of his come. Pressing hard onto him I drove his cock and sperm even deeper than before. My contracting vagina milked every last drop out of him. All three of us – totally spent fell over in bed, clinging to each other, their softening cocks slipping out of me. I remember John going to take a shower, but then nothing until this morning.” “Untangling from their arms and legs I made my way to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and to have a much-needed shower. Having dried myself I sneaked back into bed between my two men. Facing Gerry I started playing with his chest and lightly scratching his nipples. Moaning softly he opened his eyes and smiled at me.” "What a woman! What a night!" he said kissing me. He jumped out of bed "I must use the toilet, my bladder is killing me, don't go anywhere," he told me. “Not that I was in any hurry to move out of bed! John stirred and turned into my back in a spoon fashion and I could feel his penis getting hard against my bottom. His hand came around to caress my breasts gently, pinching my nipples that were stiffening in excitement. His nicely curved cock was lodged in my crotch and he was cautiously moving back and forth, brushing against my lips and clitoris. Still with my back to him I arched my bottom further towards him and at the same time opening my legs enough to give him a chance to penetrate me.” "I want to feel you inside me," I told him. “He groaned as his stiff cock slipped into my vagina. I told him to be gentle and just hold his penis inside me without moving for a while, but soon I could feel him twitching and my spasms milked his tool to a climax. His hot fluid spurted into the depth of me and even if it was not as intense as earlier it was lovely. He was still hard and I told him not to pull out of me yet. Sporting a sizeable erection Gerry looked at us from the bedside.” "John has been looking after me in your absence," I said unnecessarily. "I have to leave soon, but I must have you inside me again. I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds?" I asked, getting onto my knees and elbows with my bottom high and my already filled pussy open for him. “There is nothing I’ll like more!" Gerry answered getting behind me. “Moving his big cock up and down my slit, he found the opening to my cunt. Pressing into me I was penetrated again with his wonderful thickness. Growling, he pushed in and pulled out again and I was almost afraid that he would come out of me completely, but he plunged into me again and it was my turn to growl. John's cock was stiffening again only inches from my mouth and I couldn't resist taking hold of him to suck. I asked Gerry to take me hard.” "I love your sexiness," he said pounding into me like a jackhammer with long steady strokes, his balls slapping my clitoris again and again. “My whole body became an erogenous zone; I tingled everywhere and my vagina gripped his cock franticly, wanting to draw all of him into my womb. His massive cock started expanding, filling me up even more. With a deep guttural sound he started emptying his sperm into the depth of me. John, poor man, was almost forgotten in my lust.” "I must come again," he said as Gerry and I lay splayed out on the bed. Taking his cock in his hands he started jerking off on top of me. "Come on me," I told him, holding my pussy lips open for him. Grunting and staring at my open wet cunt he stroked his tool furiously, until strings of semen splashed onto my stomach and on my wide-open cunt. I could hardly move from the bed, but knew I had to.” Listening to my wife’s escapades kept my cock hard and with wetness in a constant stream. I was afraid of rubbing myself too hard or I would come. With two women so close I was certainly not coming on my hands. Marie was still fondling her pussy lips slick with wetness and a moan came from Dina who had two fingers in her sopping wet cunt, moving in and out of her. Her free hand was pinching her nipples. "Shall we order breakfast? I'm famished!" Marie said and added, "but first I think Finn needs help with that erection of his, but I'm still to tender to look after him!" "I'll gladly volunteer, I need a cock desperately!" Dina exclaimed and got onto her knees pointing her bottom high, displaying her inviting cunt. "Come-on Finn" Marie panted, and as I was behind Dina she took hold of my raging hard-on and placed it on her wet slit and moved the engorged head up and down that lovely slash, found the opening and urged me on "take her hard." She then put her arms around Dina and took hold of her breasts squeezing and pinching and at the same time pressing her own hard nipples into Dina's back. "I want to see you both explode together," she whispered into Dina's ear. There was no way I could manage to hold back my climax and at the first signs of Dina's contractions my pent up balls started emptying and with powerful spurts I came deep inside her. Her vagina felt like a velvet glove that was wringing the last drop of semen out of me. "My god – how I needed that fuck!" Dina gasped. "Wow – another first, and how wonderfully exiting!" Marie laughed cuddling both of us as we collapsed in a heap on the bed. "Finn – when you get your breath back I think it is high time for something to eat – I don't know about you two but I'm famished. It's probably to late for breakfast, but brunch would be fine. And while you are out of bed please get us some towels, we have quite a lot of mopping up to do here!" Marie said with a big smile. Swiss Spring Break I walked to the telephone to order room service. In the background I could hear the girls talking and Marie telling that she had invited Gerry and John to the sauna that was already reserved for us for this evening. "Why don't we all meet there for after skiing for some "relaxation"? She asked Dina. "I'm sure Finn will get some snacks and Champagne for the five of us?" I glanced over to see Dina’s reaction. She brushed back her long black hair, licked her lips, winked at Marie, nodded slowly and smiled.