Hello,
Hi, here's a real life story from my point of view (the bull,) I have many more if you'd like them.
I glanced over at the mirrored wardrobe doors next to the bed. She was stretched out in front of me, her ass elevated, offering herself to me as I gripped her hips. Her arms were out in front of her accentuating the slender lines of her body, her cheek flat against the mattress as she looked at him on the other side of the room, keeping hold of his gaze.
I thought back to the first few messages I had gotten from them. He said he was typing but they were both reading my replies. They were a little nervous, but eager to explore a long-time fantasy of bringing another man into the bedroom. They didn't share much at first, just the idea of him watching as I touched his wife, but over time they opened up, and the depths of the depravity they were seeking slowly seeped out.
The first time we'd met I'd suggested that we take it slow, as I know that although the idea of another man taking your wife in front of you might sound great in theory, it could be jarring in reality. We'd shared cocktails and the three of us had gotten along great, we'd had common interests and a similar sense of humour, and I imagined I'd be friends with them with or without games. I'd changed seats halfway through the evening to sit next to her, and on occasion taken the liberty of kissing her deeply while he watched, gently gripping her throat as I did so.
They'd told me that evening had ignited something in both of them. It was all they could think about for the coming weeks and they'd been having sex more than they did when they'd first met all those years ago. She'd found me semi hard in my pants that evening as I kissed her and her hand explored my crotch, and she demanded pictures and talked in detail about how she'd become obsessed with the idea of taking me out of my jeans, dropping to her knees and watching his face as she struggled to take me in her pretty mouth.
We'd arranged to meet again, this time to make it all a reality, and she's said before we did, "if we get the tests, can you cum inside me Liam, can you make me yours right in front of him, so he can lick it out of me when you're done."
They had described their love life to me, it was full of affection and sounded rather beautiful. That wasn't what they wanted from me though, they wanted me to ‘use her' and let her completely let go for the evening, and feel like nothing but a whore and a porn star for her husband. When I walked into that hotel room, she was dressed in a long slender cocktail gown with a slit that reached the top of her thigh. Her skin was tanned and toned and her large blue eyes and sultry smile radiated elegance around the room. I thought about how lucky he was to have such a divine woman in his life, and how lucky I was to be asked to, for a short period of time, take ownership of her for my own enjoyment, and give her back when I'm done.
He was sat in a chair in the corner, I didn't speak to either of them, instead I walked over to her and gently pushed her into the wall, simultaneously gripping hold of her ponytail as she gasped out loud. I wanted to devour her, every inch of that slender body like I was a lion feasting on a fallen ghazel. She moved with me in complete unison as I discarded her dress, to find her naked underneath, her curves calling for me to grip and manipulate them to my every whim.
I took her by the hair to the bed and laid her out on her back, her neck craned slightly back as her head hung over the edge, and in one movement I threw off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans, my large thick semi hard cock rested across her beautiful face as her lips and tongue teased my balls. He was transfixed, motionless in that chair, and barely blinking as I opened his wife's mouth with my fingers as wide as it would go, and slowly sunk my cock into her, hearing her struggle a little as I did.
I loved the way she'd switch her attention between us. When I climbed on top of her and slowly but forcefully eased my way into her married pussy for the first time she gave it completely to me, her eyes locked on mine, the two of us alone in the room for a moment, her pussy stretching with me, accommodating me, moving with me from a pleasant discomfort to a lust filled tornado as she pulled me into her, my fist gripping her throat as she screamed my name and came for the first time.
I loved how she connected with him when I dragged her off the bed and bent her over him, her hands on her knees propping herself up as I pulled on her ponytail and fucked her hard and fast from behind. I loved how she spoke to me while I crouched over her on all fours, as deep inside of her from behind as I could get, her feeling tiny and vulnerable beneath me, my lips brushing her ear, and she stared straight at him and said "do it Liam, fill me full of your cum and make me yours."
And I did, my hand between her legs forcing her clit to cum with me, I drove into his wife until all the pent-up fury that we'd all gathered in our souls unleashed into her. He had his cock in his hand, and we all exploded in a symphony of orgasms, my balls contracted like they'd seldom done before sending ropes of my cum into his wife's precious and divine body.
I sat and watched as he knelt by the side of the bed and eagerly lapped at her cum filled pussy, the delight both of them showed was a joy to watch. And we sat and drank wine into the small ours until I excused myself to let him take her back.
We still see each other on occasion, and I sometimes play the role of ‘boyfriend' and see her alone. It was
Liam - thesingaporesling@hotmail.com
