2 comments/ 32164 views/ 6 favorites Insatiable Ch. 01 By: HannahRosie23 Chapter 01: The Beginning The mood between us was tense. Although this was somewhat unusual for us, it was not totally surprising considering the mood this evening. I was doing my best to act casual but it was nearly impossible for me to focus on anything other than getting his hands on my body. We had always been friends with a strong vibe and a ton of chemistry between us but thus far nothing had happened, at least outside the realms of our imaginations. However, lately, something had shifted. It was unspoken but significant; we both knew it, it was Trouble with a capital T; we both knew that as well. Neither of us was available to the other, the importance of that seemingly lessening by the minute. I had dressed as carefully as I ever had, nice teal top with black buttons that highlighted my breasts and gave him a view of the cleavage I know he loved. I had paired that with a tight black skirt that hugged the delicious curves of my ass, my legs were bare, my feet were barely covered in sandals with a slim teal strap. My hair was pulled partially back, auburn curls grazing my breasts on top of my blouse. My dark brown eyes were lit up with lust and highlighted with a little bit of eye make-up, my lips were glossed with a pale pink shine. I was feeling confident and happy, riding the high of the energy being with him created. He appeared to have put similar care into his appearance. He was wearing a purple button down shirt that was tight fitting and showed off his chest and abs with a pair of black slacks that proudly displayed his ass. His shiny black hair was nicely styled and his hazel eyes were shining bright as always. He looked great; this did not help the situation. I could not keep my eyes off of him and his body and it was making me thinks impure thoughts at an alarming pace. I tried to think of other things but it was pointless. We were currently sitting on the couch at my house. We had just finished eating the meal I had prepared for us. We had been having a casual conversation but the mood changed quickly when I noticed him looking down my shirt. It wasn't that I minded, I loved it, but it just turned me on so much that it pushed my desire over the top and in that moment that I felt compelled and I kissed him. He kissed me back, at first, but then pulled away suddenly and muttered a few swear words that I tried not to take personally. Wanting some space to breathe, I got up from the couch to go to the kitchen for some water and when I turned around he was there. He looked angry, no, possessed and starving as he asked me what the hell I was thinking. I looked into his eyes and he softened, for a second anyway, and then grabbed me and asked me if this was really what I wanted. I wasn't sure what he meant but I said yes because I did, I wanted him more than I think I've ever wanted anything. Fuck. He says and I knew it was himself he was fighting, not me and so I stupidly kissed him again. This time he fell into it and allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth and his hands to wander down my back to gently cup my ass with his hands. We lost ourselves over the next few minutes with passionate kisses and roaming hands and felt a mutual strong desire building up. The line we had meticulously created and reluctantly maintained had finally, inevitably, been crossed. When he finally pulled away, he looked into my eyes with a hungry look of desire in his eyes and kept looking at me as he led me out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He sat back down on the couch and although he motioned for me to sit next to him I decided to go my own way and instead kneeled before him. I grabbed for his belt, quickly undoing it, along with his pants so I could ease them off of him. I was so excited to finally get his cock in my mouth and he helped me free himself so I could begin. I was surprised at how right it felt, how relaxed I was. We were so comfortable with each other that everything felt natural, like we had been doing this for years. I first grabbed him with my hand and stroked him slowly up and down, using the pre-cum there for lubrication, looking into his eyes the whole time. Then I lowered my mouth and slowly started taking him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I worked him into my mouth. I love to use my tongue and I licked the underside of his hard, thick cock as I worked him slowly to the back of my throat. I gasped as I felt his hands first come to my throat to stroke it before rubbing downward to my blouse, unbuttoning buttons then a chill as his hands found my breasts and started rubbing them as I sucked harder, starting to get into it as his fingers moved down the cups of my bra and reached into them to grasp my nipples, one in each hand and squeeze them gently to wake them up. He then starts to twist and pull on them slowly, tantalizingly and soon I'm moaning on his dick because it feels so goddamn good. My fucking pussy is getting wet because my nipples are so sensitive and love attention and he's doing it just right. This whole things feels so wrong but also more perfectly right than anything has ever felt. Ever. I keep slurping on his cock like it's my job, lost in the sensual feeling of his dick in my mouth and his hands, his goddamn hands that keep moving, getting faster on my nipples and my mouth and tongue are doing the same on his hard fucking dick. The more aroused I get the more I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth and I want to take as much of it as possible because I also want taste his cum, so I suck a little harder on him and use one of my hands to cup his balls and rub the base of his cock with my fingers. Suddenly I feel his hands grasp my nipples a little more firmly right before he explodes in my fucking mouth. I quickly swallow, loving the sound of his moan and the way he says my name and I and moan a little myself because I am so turned on. He jerks twice more into my mouth before I stop moving and slowly pull my mouth up and off of him. His hands, still entangled in my bra and blouse unfurl themselves as he looks at me with a satisfied smug smile on his face. He grabs for my hands to pull me up and onto the couch, next to him, where he proceeds to remove my shirt from my shoulders and then kiss me again, skillfully reaching back to unhook my bra amidst our passionate, wet kisses. He then leans me back to the couch and starts to kiss my neck, softly, then biting a little before moving on to the next spot to do the same. He kisses and bites down my neck to each breast, giving each nipple a little attention before going even lower. My body is reacting to his every touch and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the second. He pauses to unzip and remove my skirt, then slowly pulls down my soaked thong. Once I am undressed he pulls apart my legs and lowers his face to my hot pussy. He asks me what I want, teasing me by blowing on my pussy as he lightly fingers my clit. I tell him I want him to eat my fucking pussy and he eagerly complies. The first touch of his tongue sends electric shocks through my body and I cry out in pleasure which makes him lick a little more furiously, focusing on my hardened clit as I start to climb towards orgasm. He brings one of his hands to my nipple, rubbing it with his thumb and the other to finger my pussy, reaching with two fingers to find my g-spot, tapping on it slowly as his mouth continues to work and soon I find myself cumming, hard and fast but he doesn't stop moving his hands or tongue until two more orgasms are coaxed from me. My moans and screams are loud and his name falls from my mouth repeatedly. Once I recover I decide to take control and push him down onto the floor and bring myself over him so I can ride his cock. I want to feel his hands on my nipples once again and as I lower myself again and again onto his hard cock, his hands slowly rub my tits and my nipples until I explode onto his cock because it feels so fucking good. I ride the waves of the pleasure for a while, each stroke feeling like another mini orgasm. My moans have become near wails from the pleasure radiating through my body and soon I feel the build up of another, more powerful orgasm coming. My hips are moving wildly as I ride him, loving how his hard cock fills me up so perfectly and sets my body on fire with each thrust. Soon he too is growing harder and harder in me and his breathing is erratic and when I think he is going to let go he stops me and motions to the floor where I eagerly push myself up onto my hands and knees, awaiting him taking me from behind, my all time favorite position. I feel him come up behind me, rub my ass before putting the head of his cock near my dripping wet pussy and slowly start to enter me as I beg him to fuck me. I feel like I need his dick in my pussy and it feels fucking amazing as he eases in at first and then and thrusts forward with force, putting himself totally into me. He fucks me hard and deep, just how I like it, and soon I feel myself cumming again, my pussy contracting wildly with the force of my climax. I cry out loudly my immense release and he grabs my hair and pulls it back before really starting to go wild and fuck the shit out of me. I tell him I want him to cum in my wet pussy and after a couple more hard fast strokes he does and I feel his warm juice fill me up. To be continued... Insatiable Ch. 02 My stepfather walked me down the aisle for the second time. All the guests were happy for me, but happier for Thomas my husband, that he was able to marry a woman some twenty-five years younger then him. Most of the guests were my closest friends, former school mates and close work acquiatances. His guests were from the publishing world. I still felt the sting on my bottom that Paul gave me earlier. My lips still felt tingly from Rita's kisses. Those feelings aroused me a bit as I walked towards my new husband. We took our vows, placed the rings on each others fingers and kissed. The quartet played Mozart and Schubert, as the guests toasted us to a wonderful happy future life together. I was hoping for that. Thomas didn't know me that well, but fell in love with me. I want to be his loving wife. Thomas and I mingled with the guests. Being touched, being kissed and some men trying to touch more acting if it were accidental. One guest after he touched my bum, smiled and said quietly "I feel no panties, ready and wet for Thomas." I just smiled at Thomas's friend. I tried very hard to avoid Paul, trying not to pay attention to him, when Thomas said, "You haven't kissed Paul yet." Thomas knew that Paul was a lover in my earlier life. He knew only what I wished for him to know. I knew Thomas only six months when he proposed to me. We had met at a party of mutual friends. At the time I was divorced about half a year from a man who treated me like his little girl. That I couldn't have. Thomas waved at Paul to join us. I saw Paul coming towards us, kissed me on the lips and then both men hugged each other, when Paul said, "My hearty congratulations to you both, Thomas you have been blessed with a beautiful woman," I actually blushed. Thomas thanked Paul profusely and hugged again. I was standing behind Thomas as Paul looked me in the eyes and licked his lips. As both men separated, Paul left for the dining room. I followed him with my eyes, Paul turned and smiled. Thomas and I continued to do the rounds among the guests. I got somewhat high from the drinks that were poured for me. Thomas wasn't a drinker, but on our wedding day he did have one glass of champagne. From all the drinks I had consumed, I excused myself and went to the ladies lounge. My bladder needed a release badly. Often I kept the pee for a longer period of time. The pressure on the bladder turned me on. As I left the ladies lounge, opened the door, there was Paul standing in front of me, "I was waiting for you" he said. "Please leave me alone, please Paul please," was all I could say. He got aroused when I pleaded with him. He pulled me back into the ladies lounge, guided me into a cabin which was large enough to house a vanity table with chair. "I don't care if your are married or not, I want to see you my darling." As in the earlier part of the day, my resistance again weakened me. He placed his right hand behind my head and pushed it towards his lips. I struggled again and again against his sexual urges. It shouldn't have happened but it did. We kissed. Oh! how I wanted him, yes I wanted him. I placed my hands around his face and deep tongued him. I felt his hand raise the back of my dress, his finger tips touching the welts he had given me several hours earlier. "No, No stop," I said in a weak voice. How could I have said that in such a weak voice. I should have been more determined. Paul knew at that moment I was willing to be kissed. To be touched and...... his fingers circled around the asshole rim, when "AAAHHHHHH," his fingers entered my anus. Oh god, why am I letting this happen again, why, why. Paul turned me on. I was facing the vanity mirror. I leaned forward and as I looked up into the mirror, I saw Paul opening his pants, taking his big cock out, fisting it, stroking it to rock hardness, held me around my waist and, "Take it my baby, take it, take my cock again." Yes I wanted it, I wanted it badly. Paul pulled me against his throbbing cock. He was deep fucking me, in and out, in and out when I felt him shooting his load into me that he had build up so quickly in the past several hours. How could I do this to Thomas on our wedding day with my former lover? A question I can't even answer. As Paul withdrew his blue veined cock, an empty feeling over took me. I had to get him out of my mind. Will that ever be? Paul left the cabin before I. ...And as I came thru the door, Thomas was waiting for me outside the lounge. We kissed and returned to our wedding guests, who already had begun to disburse to their destinations. I was tipsy not only from drink, but to have had Paul fuck me again. Thomas wasn't effected by the one glass of champagne he drank. We finally arrived at our bridal suite, where Rita, my Bridesmaid, had already packed our luggage for our honeymoon flight. She took me in her arms and kissed me. Thomas sitting on the sofa comfortably smiling at us, saw me push Rita slightly away. "Kiss her again." I heard Thomas say. "Please kiss her, she is your best friend, make Rita happy on our wedding day, kiss her." For the first time I realized that I didn't know Thomas that well. I married a voyeur. What other sexual perversions did he have? I really shouldn't comment on it, thinking back over my own perverted sex life. Rita heard Thomas's wishes and took advantage of me by kissing me again and again, as she raised my dress "Take it off my darling wife, strip her!" he requested of Rita. There wasn't much to take off, the dress was the only garment and my elastic top nylons were rolled down. Again I couldn't resist the heat that overtook my body. I began to sweat, turning red, yes I wanted Rita, do it front of my new husband, as he wished it. I helped Rita remove her dress, skimpy panties, half cup bra and nylons. "Kiss your mommies pussy, kiss it" Rita said quietly to me. I could never resist her. I kneeled in front of her. I wanted to lick her cunt, deep tongue fuck her, it wasn't for her alone, I WANTED IT MORE. Rita pushed my head tight to her pussy, rubbed it over my mouth back and forth. "Your tongue now, NOW, NOW...," "Do it darling, do it to her NOW," Thomas commanded. Oh god yes, I did it, I fucked her with my tongue, as I twisted my nipples to erection. I heard the sound of a zipper, but was so eager to satisfy Rita and myself. Rita was able to see Thomas fondling his cock. Eventhough men weren't in her life, seeing Thomas stroking his cock did something to her. I felt her juices on my pussy drilling tongue, as she held my head tighter to her sex starved cunt. "Make me happy, suck your mommy, yeeesssss suck it," Rita's voice was merrily a whisper, enough for me to obey her. I obeyed her, I loved her and to this date I still do. "You two make me so hard," Thomas murmured. I wasn't sure if he was watching us. The idea made me hornier, knowing that my newly wedded husband was a voyeur. "MMMMMMMM yes my angel, mommy loves you so much," I had my arms wrapped around her asscheeks, caressing her soft pink skin with my fingertips, then squeezing them, pressing into them leaving deep finger impressions on that part of her body that has felt the strapon many times. ....And then Thomas who had risen from the comfortable sofa, stood near me, pulled my head of Rita's pussy and guided my mouth over his cock. "Now make your husband happy, darling." I took his cock willingly into my mouth to suck him into oblivion. How much have I done already on my wedding day? It all became a blur as I slide my mouth over Thomas's seven inch hard dick. "Your hot wet mouth, my love is bringing me to the edge." I felt ravenous for his cum, as my mouth sucked him deep into my wet mouth cavern. His size was so easy for my deepthroating his dick. I have had many sizes. "Oh my lovely darling, you, you......," Thomas became quite as I deepthroated him for a gush of his warm jism. I would have sucked any cock, thats how hot Rita made me. Thomas became uncontrollable, moaning, his hand in my hair, as he shot his load down my throat. I couldn't swallow fast enough, Rita saw cum oozing out on my lips and kissed it off. Thomas was completely exhausted from his epaliptic ejaculation and returned to the sofa falling asleep. Ashamedly, I have to say I was still turned on. Rita had also dozed off, as I went to freshen up, especially my pussy. I wanted to be completely clean for our honeymoon trip. In the bathroom all the female emenities were available. As the water was running into the tub, I gave myself a warm douch. I filled up the bag with warm water and hung it on the hook above the toilet bowl. I opened my thighs wide abling to straddle the bowl, slowly shoving the syringe into my pussy, opened the flood gate tube and letting the warm soothing water enter my sore pussy. It felt good, more then good. The warm water made me feel comfy. Not only that it made me also feel warm again in my pussy. I relaxed, closed my eyes, as I began to fuck myself with the syringe. Yes, I needed another release of orgasms. OOOOHHHHH can't I ever stop as I pushed the syringe in and out. As the water ran out of my pussy into the bowel, I kept trying for another orgasm. I was so aroused, excited and didn't take long for orgasms to roll over me. I to was finally exhausted. When I woke, Thomas and Rita were dressed having coffee. I joined them, kissed them and got dressed. We were spending our honeymoon in Barbados. Insatiable Ch. 03 I wish to thank everyone who has visited my site. There will be additional chapters forthcoming regarding my past life. You probably already have comprised that I am not a strong woman. I wish to be strong, but when it comes to sexual feelings my resistance weakens me. A touch in the right spot heats me up, even when I touch myself. I have no idea what you may think of me, all I can say I am struggling desperately. Even as I write this I am bringing myself to orgasms. ***** My husband Thomas and I finally relaxed on our First Class honeymoon flight to Barbados. Our plan was to spend an entire month in a house he owned on that heavinly paradise island. The beaches were of natural beauty, its sands clean and hot. It was impossible to sunbath there in the nude under the blazing sun. There were two other couples on our flight headed to Bridgetown. The first class section was spacious and even more so with only three couples travelling. We greeted each other and enjoyed drinks together. Heather was older then I, her husband a bit younger then Thomas. The other couple seemed to be in their late fifties, but seemed charming and sexual. As we later found out, both couples also had homes on Barbados. Thomas had dozed off after dinner, as I began to read a steamy book which I brought along. It was more then steamy, downright pornographic about a couple whose life was imbedded in the world of S & M. It was a page turner and kept reading. My mind began to wander only thinking of sexual happenings. I couldn't help myself putting my hand under the blanket. I just had to, but did I really needed to do it? I broke down to my urges. I must stop, instead continued to read. Under the blanket I slightly raised my dress, uncovering my pussy, and... "MMMMMMMMM," was all I could express, as I inserted several fingers in my already wet cunt. Yes my cunt was being satisfied again and again, as several orgasms shook my body. I felt so relaxed and calm, that the book fell out of my hand unto the carpeted floor. My eyes were closed, from the pleasure I had given myself. It must had been the sound that brought a steward to my seat, to see if he could be of any assistance. The steward had picked up the book, tapt me on my arm, which brought me out of my dream like feelings. Eventhough I had orgasmed, I still felt on the edge. I smiled up at a beautiful bronze face, without realizing that my blanket had slipped to my feet. I couldn't pull the dress down quickly enough and kept fighting with the hemline, it was to no avail. I felt embarrassed. The steward picked up the blanket and slowly placed it on my lap. I know he did it on purpose, hoping to see more of me. "Thank you," I replied with a smile. I noticed a bulge forming in front of me, being eye level with his cock, I had to look away, not to embarrass him and myself. When I looked back at him, I saw one of his hands covering his bulge. I did something very bad, again and again I do these things. I let the blanket slide to my feet again, and teasingly let my right hand wander up to my pussy. The cabin light had been dimmed after dinner. Thomas had now fallen into a deep sleep. The steward now kneeled in front of me, making a motion of bringing the blanket back to my lap. Instead his boldness took over, placed his hand on my lap. I let it happen without thought. I slightly opened my thighs, giving him access to a strange pussy. I felt his bronze hand caressing me, teasing me, working me up. He knew how to heat up a woman, and he did it to me. I can't let this happen again. As I tried to resist Paul earlier in the day to no avail, this time I had to fight it, really fight. I pushed his hand away several times, but he persisted. I kept pushing his hand back constantly, when I felt his lips on mine. I turned my head trying to avoid other kisses touching me. I felt my necklace being removed, then I felt kisses on my neck several times. I really had to stop it. I turned and faced him thinking that it would cease. He had pushed my dress higher and higher, as my resistance broke down with me placing my arms around his neck. Our lips tasted sweet, it may sound kitschy, but it was from the wine I had during dinner. Thomas was deeply asleep facing the window. Nothing would have woken him up. Andrew was still kneeling in front of me, turned me so, he could wedge between my legs. My dress had slipped a bit higher, teasingly exposing my wet pussy. Oh was it wet. I had no idea if the couples on the other side saw our movements. The possible idea they could see us aroused me very much. I wanted them to see us. Andrew had gotten bolder, placing my hand over his cloth covered cock. Don't know what gotten into me, I opened his pants and reached in just to feel his cock. I needed to feel it. He wore a cock pouch, one of those that is held up by a waist string. In a whisper I heard him say, "Rub it my lady." I wasn't a lady, I was a fucking slut doing this on my honeymoon flight, right next to my deep sleeping new husband. "Your hand feels like butter." Yes I was spoiling him. I wanted to be spoiled to. I removed my hand, told him to raise up, as I needed to readjust my dress. Andrew didn't zipper up and was eye level with his bronze cock again, which was parttialy exopsed. I hesistated taking him in my mouth. I couldn't let such a raging beauty not be covered by my wet hot mouth. I leaned forward and sucked him in. "AAHHHHHHHH," is all I heard from Andrew. His moans made me suck his cock faster and faster. I wanted to drink down his cum, but no STOP , STOP. I couldn't . I was an over excited bitch. "Finger your pussy, no one can see." Oh I did as he wanted. I inserted two fingers into my throbbing cunt. The more I did it, the more I sucked his cock. "MMMMMMMM." NO! I stopped blowing his cock, let it slip out of my mouth, got up from my seat and headed barefoot to the WC to cool down and freshen up. I wasn't aware that Andrew followed me. I HAD TO STOP IT NOW, cut my sexual chain and only be Thomas's truthful wife. In the WC which is somewhat bigger in first class, I found a moment to think thinks over. I had to be a good and loving wife for Thomas. I was in my thoughts when I heard the door opening. In my confusion I hadn't closed it properly. I felt a touch on my head, hand going thru my hair, I looked up seeing Andrew standing in front of me. I asked him nicely to leave me alone, that I needed time to myself. I begged as I did with Paul, leave I kept saying. My voice grew weaker as I pleaded with him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me without an exchange of words. I didn't respond to his needs. Andrew licked my lips, kissed them, licked them. "No, no, Andrew, NO." I felt my dress being raised, submitting to this total stranger. He weakened me with his touch and kisses. I wanted him, eventhough earlier I promised myself to be a good loving, loyal wife to my husband. Andrew turned me facing the mirror. "Look at the sexiest woman I have ever seen," Andrew said in his deep soft voice. His voice sounded wrought with lust. "Look, look." as he kneeled behind my bum. He pushed the dress above my waist, licked my soft asscheeks with his wet tongue. His right hand reached around to the front of me. "AAAHHHHHHH," was my response as I felt his fingers enter my pussy. The in and out motion of his fingers brought me to the edge. I did as he wished. I felt heated and ashamed. I felt hot all over.and wanted to be fucked by him. His fingers kept sliding in and out, as the clit came out of its sheath. "Touch it, touch my clit, rub it, please." I begged. Andrew rubbed the clit, gently and slow, then faster and faster. "Cum, cum now you hot slut." His words made me more ravenous for him. Within seconds I squirted my pussy juice on his bronze hand. The juices also wetted my inner thighs as the remaining drops trinkelt to the floor. Andrew raised himself, turned me and kissed again. My tongue entered his mouth, as did his. Deep tongue kisses have always been the most erotic for me. I needed to feel free and removed my dress, offering him my naked body. My nipples were aroused. He opened his pants, let them slide to the floor. He placed my hand on his monster cock that was covered by a cotton pouch especially made for his size. I rubbed it with my shaky hand, a size I had never felt before. I wanted his DICK exposed and moved the pouch aside and what I saw made me gasp for it. How could I manage it with my mouth, would he tear me up with entry into my pussy or anus? Andrew placed me on the vanity table. I put my legs around his waist, as he guided his massive cock towards my hungry cunt. Oh he was a teaser. He rubbed his cock head over the pussy, precum oozing on it. "OOUUCCCHHH," as he pushed his throbbing cock into me. The pain was there. I didn't care, I wanted to be fucked by this beautiful long thick cock. "Oh, don't stop, just do it my darling," I moaned. The feeling of the monster in me, was a feeling I never had before. I held him tight to me with my legs around him, as his tool of joy fucked me into heaven. I couldn't scream, only moaned until his hot jism load released itself into my pussy. The ejaculation was immense within me. Andrew kept pumping his cock to the last drop into my cunt. "I'm cuming, cuming, aaahhhhhhhh." Andrew just kept releasing his spunk, when "AAHHHHHHHH, god," all I could utter. We kissed again, as he took me of the vanity table. I washed his cock, which didn't help either of us. He grew in my soapy hand and gave him a handjob which lasted several seconds. Again we kissed as I dried him. "I want to see you again," he said. "I'm newly married, love," was my reply. "Please I must see you again." He gave me his cell number. After we were dressed, we kissed good bye. He left first, while I had to refresh myself all over again. I returned to my seat. Thomas was still asleep and dozed of myself. At daybreak as breakfast was being served buffet style, Heather came to me smiling. Had no idea why she smiled "I saw you with him." "Who," I replied. "I stood outside the WC door and heard you both," Heather said. She continued, "I was envious of you both, my husband can't do much anymore." During coffee she told me that she has a wonderful marriage, but sexually nothing much happening. She also revealed to me that she had several lovers in the city. I was interested in hearing her life story. "May I suggest that we perhaps meet during our stay in Barbados," I responded. "Oh yes, it would be wonderful." We exchanged cell numbers, and returned to my seat with Thomas's breakfast. He kissed my hand and cheeks and began to eat. Andrew came by my seat. I looked at him and nodded, a sign I would see him. I wanted him again. Insatiable Ch. 04 I mentioned in an earlier chapter that my stepfather gave me away for the second time. He raised me with love, took care of my needs and gave me a good education. My mother had left us, and as of this date no sign of her. I was twenty at the time of my second marriage. I was easily impressed by men I met at parties, on holidays, and other social events. At one of those parties Paul my boyfriend took me along as a guest to a social function attended by musicians, artists, writers. It was a whole new world for me, a world of glamour that left me breathless. Paul always told me what to wear. He wished me to dress in a strap short flowing dress, elastic top nylons and high heels. As Paul saw me slipping into my bikini panties, he told me in his sweet sort of demanding voice to leave them off. I was afraid if I didn't sit down carefully, all would be exposed between my legs. Most of the time I fulfilled his wishes. "Go sit on the sofa, love." Paul requested of me. Across from where I sat was a lounge chair in which Paul seated himself. He looked at me with his melting smile. "Let me see you darling, open your beautiful legs." I did as he asked of me. I teased him, opening and closing them. "Touch your pussy, do it." I am running of the rail here instead of continuing about my honeymoon in Barbados. The reader should really be informed how I met my husband. It was at this social function, my first, I met my future husband Thomas. He was introduced to me by my stepfather. I became a bit nervous as Thomas spoke to me for the first time. I wasn't able to respond. I became gitty which Thomas noticed and made me comfortable calming me by taking my hand walking me into the dining room where dinner was being served. He sat beside me, feeling his hand rub over my lap. We smiled at each other but he wasn't aware that I was turning on but Paul was. He saw me blushing. Thomas raised my dress without anyone noticing, laid his hand on my naked flesh. He leaned over to me. "Your silky skin gives me an erection, dear. I don't wish to offend you, but you are so vibrant and gorgeous." I responded slightly opening my legs, which Paul knew I would do. He kept looking at me trying to say, "cum for him." Dinner was finally served. Discussion around the table, as much as I could hear was about art, publishing, music and film. After dinner, Thomas kissed me good night on the lips and left. I was taken aback by his gesture, which I shouldn't have been after being touched under the table. Paul saw Thomas leave and joined me again. "I saw your face getting flush," Paul said. "Did he touch your pussy?" "No, love, just pulled my skirt higher, slightly opened my legs for his caresses." Telling Paul the sexual details, which weren't many, erected his cock, making me feel weak for him. At least a handjob would help him. As time passed I didn't give Thomas any thought. Only Paul was my life. Several weeks later and surprised that Thomas invitited me to dinner. Being only the second time we had met, he professed to me that he had fallen in love with me. He overwhelmed me. He wined and dined me, spent long weekends with him at his various estates, introduced me to his circle of friends who were at least 30 years older then I. Over the months, in all my confusion, love bloomed. I found several things strange with Thomas, but over looked them because of love. In the fifth month he proposed and four weeks later took our wedding vows. Thomas made it possible for me discover and explore a world of luxury, love. It wasn't normal as I discovered from the first day of our marriage. As we stepped off the plane, Thomas introduced me to his chauffeur James who met us at the airport. He welcomed us and stated that it was wonderful to meet Thomas's wife. James looked around early 50s and had worked for Thomas in the past ten years. He was tall, dark hair, sophisticated looking in his black pants and white shirt. It was about all you could wear in that heat. "Mr. Thomas has instructed me that I shall fulfill all your wishes." "Thank you James," I replied kindly to him. James opened the car door for my entry. As I did, embarrassingly my dress slid up not knowing how much was exposed of me. Thomas slid right in after me, hearing him say, "You are so beautiful darling." As James drove us home, Thomas did something unexpectedly, pushing my dress up. "What are you doing dear," I said to him. He said nothing to me, but addressed James. "What do you think of her, James? Do you like what you see?" I knew James saw us thru the rearwiew mirror, as Thomas kissed me, and had me completedly exposed. The dress hemline was near my waist, as Thomas kissed me again. I was trying hard to accept his kisses, but my feelings for him weren't at its heights. I wasn't thinking of him, I was yearning for Andrew, only way I could heat up for my new husband. We were driving on a secluded road, as James suddenly stopped the car. I heard the door opening and there was James entering the car. What happened next was something I had never imagined. "Suck him my darling, suck James," Thomas ordered me. His pants were unzipped exposing his cock for my mouth. "Take it in your mouth, take James," Thomas voice was slurred from emotional excitement. He pushed my head towards James cock when another unexpected thing happened. I heard Thomas say to James, "Kiss me, sweety." What did I get myself into? I think my past life will be burdening the readers. Insatiable Ch. 05 Thank you for your moral support and asking me to continue to share my sexual life with you. I never thought that a gentlemen like Thomas had so many sexual secrets. ***** Oh yes I sucked James cock, as I was told to do by my new husband. I couldnt't help it. I thought of Andrew's cock when deep throating James, then hearing Thomas in his soft emotional voice asking James to kiss him was unbelievable. I stopped the oral manipulation watching the two men kiss each other, tongue kissing and holding each other tight. I observed two men satisfying each other which was beyond my understanding. After they separated, both of them looked at me. James cock was massive in size, as Thomas took him into his mouth. What I saw brought dampness to my pussy. "I missed your sucking mouth." James said. James hands caressed Thomas's hair, as he began to ejaculate. Thomas was not able to swallow so quickly as I saw the cum escape over his lips. Both fell back exhausted as they kissed each other again. I looked at them both, when my husband pushed me to my knees and told me to suck James. He was erect again, ready for me. "Suck him hard, do it for us three." Thomas massaged James balls bringing precum to my tongue. My mouth slide up and down his dick bringing arousal to my nipples raising them into points rubbing against the top part of my dress. I kept licking around his cock head tasting more leakage. ...And now Thomas had his cock out and put it in my hand. I felt sexually abused, I couldn't fight them off, but I wanted to saitsfy them both. It was my duty as a wife. Again Andrew came to mind, fantasizing to have him again. "You darling bitch, jack me off," Thomas said in a soft tone. As I sroked him, James cock exploded in my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough. I swallowed the cream as fast as I could, as Thomas came on my dress. Squirted his load, drenching my travel dress with his cum. Not having reached 21 and already in a marriage that is becoming stranger and stranger with perversion, I was getting scared to what could happen to me in the future. With Paul and a number of other lovers I had enjoyed sensual erotic love not only in the bedroom, also enjoyed it in public. Oh yes, I loved to show myself off. It could have been vanity. After several minutes of calming down, both men had other ideas as they undressed and tried to undress me. I resisted, kept fighting them off, as James slapped me in the face. I still resisted when another slap in the face harder this time brought me to tears. "Take off that dress, you bitch," James ordered. I didn't do it fast enough. James grabbed me and tore it off, leaving me nude. Thomas watched and stroked his cock, as James turned me over and spanked my ass. Thomas didn't even try to protect me. "Spank her hard James darling." I always tried to resist even with my earlier lovers. They knew how to break me down and have me beg for their cocks. This time it wasn't any different, it was done with scorn not love. James spanked me with fury. Pain and more pain on my bum. More tears swelled in my eyes, as his hand WHACKED me. WHACKED and WHACKED my hurting ass. My ass was getting hotter and hotter from his brutal spanking. I was being punished in the heat of the day on the side of a secluded road, when all of a sudden, both of them pulled me out of the car, pushed me forward over the car, spread my legs, opening my anal hole. Thomas held my head down not able to look back at them. "You want my bride, darling, do you?" "Thomas suck me, make it wet. I want to fuck her as you promised me." The sharing was pre-arranaged. Thomas let go of my head, abling to raise it and what I saw for the second time, was once again unbelievable. My husband kneeled in front of James, as he rubbed his cock over his lips back and forth. "Don't tease me love, please." James was the master of Thomas destiny. "Suck your brother's cock suck it as you always have," James ordered. I couldnt't believe hearing James saying "your brother's cock." During these moments I was forgotten by both of them as Thomas covered his older brother's massive cock, sliding his mouth up and down, what seemed like a fast eruptive volcano. James pressed Thomas tight to his lower body. For a second Thomas let the cock go, took it in his hand and rolled the foreskin all the way back. I saw cum on its purple head before he took it back into his saliva filled mouth. I was aroused seeing the brothers making love. Never in my life did I think I would witness such perversion. I was confused not knowing how to make Thomas feel good. To help stroke his cock, which he was already doing or suck it for him as a newly wed bride. I didn't have to do anything for him, he came and came, cum dripping to the ground as James came in Thomas mouth. "Drink it all my loving brother, I missed it so much from you." The release calmed them, both looked at me not thinking of punishing me any further. The both kissed my lips, kissed my body. "Will our sweet darling forgive us, for punishing her?" I forgave them, kissed them, and willingly kneeled in front of both cocks. My hands clasped around their dicks but with difficulty around James's. I began to stroke them. "Slowly my sweet," Thomas moaned. I was getting tuned on not only from stroking their dicks, but because we were surrounded by nature. The brothers reacted to my cock fondling. I became more daring by rubbing their cock heads over my nipples. Precum made them erect, got them more excited, when all of a sudden, the mood in James changed. He raised me up, turned me over, threw me over the hood of the car again, told Thomas to hold my hands. With a blow from his hand, James spanked me and spanked me. "You dirty whore, you thought you were going to soften us up, didn't you, well didn't you?" I couldn't answer, tears again in my eyes, because of the pain that James served on my ass. All the hitting, welts forming, "Hold her hands tight, Thomas." I got several minutes of reprieve, while James retrieved a rope from the back of the car. The pain was relentless, and as ordered by James, Thomas tied my hands. WHACK WHACK as James continued to spank me again. "Oh no, no more please, no more, please," The brothers didn't hear my pleading. The more I pleaded, tears now streaming down my cheeks, the harder James beat my ass. ...And then I felt a belt on my asscheeks. "OOOHH OUCH, OUCH, AAHHHHHH OUCH." When I couldn't stand it any longer, James gave me a final blow with the belt as I screamed out with pain. No one could hear us from the outside world. "Thats how you treat your bitch wife, Thomas." Thomas untied my hands laid me in the back of the car and covered me with my torn dress. Both of them looked at me. I ached all over, especially on my ass, marked with swollen red welts. "Don't let this new bride of yours run your life, as your first wife did." Are there more revelations about Thomas? Both of them dressed. James returned to the wheel driving us off to the estate. Thomas soothed me with kisses on my eyes, saw how shaken I was as I layed my head on his shoulders. Why did he let his brother punish me? As James was driving, he told Thomas to open my legs so he could see what we were doing in the back seat. "Finger her, do it." I was to weak to resist, when I felt finger tips caressing my sensitive clit. Thomas kissed me when his fingers entered my wet pussy. The fingers slide in and out of me, slow at first, then faster and faster. "Cum my little bitch, cum for me," Thomas whispered to me. James stopped the car again. Came to the back and showed Thomas what to do with me. He pulled me to the open door, spread my legs, opened his pants and entered me. My cunt reacted to him. My whole aching body wanted him and pulled him to me. What am I doing, aching or not I wanted James, even after his punishment. I screamed as he entered me without lube. We fucked hard and deep. I needed it badly.