This is the continuation of "Erin meets up wtih Andy to "talk"
Please keep in mind that this story is about wife sharing, so if this isn't your thing, please don't waste your time here. While most of this story is about the actual sexual encounter, the first story really was the lead-up to this one and what I've written here is what actually happened, written step by step after watching the video of what we did. I hope you enjoy!
So here we are. Tom and I have just agreed to see when Andy would be available to be my bull and join us for a threesome. I can't believe Andy has gone from a customer at my work yesterday to fucking me later tonight hopefully.
I looked at the message on my phone, "So when will you be available to meet up?" I hesitated, then pressed send. I saw a huge grin cross my husband Tom's face.
Tom was unaware that last night had gone far beyond me talking with Andy about the possibility of him joining us, to him fingering me and me blowing him in a park. If I wanted to fuck Andy, Tom would have to stay in the dark about what we did.
I had barely sent off the message to Andy before my phone dinged. A reply from Andy already! I hesitated to open it in front of Tom in case Andy said too much, but to my relief and excitement, his message read: "Sandman hotel, the one near where we were last night? Tonight? I'm dying to fuck you silly in front of your husband and make you scream for me."
"Perfect" Tom said upon reading the message. "But let's meet for a drink first. There's a pub attached to that hotel. Ask him if we can meet there at 9 first." I asked, and Andy was game.
I spent the day with my stomach full of butterflies, anxious for more of Andy, and nervously anxious that Tom might find out what had already happened between us, a very clear violation of our agreement not to do anything sexual. But was getting fingered and giving a blowjob even sex? An American President had convinced the entire world that a blowjob wasn't sex, so who was I to argue?
I skipped dinner, far too nervous to eat. I showered and shaved my pussy bald, the way Tom loves to see me. I dug through my wardrobe, deciding finally on a tight black strapless shirt with no bra, yoga pants to accentuate my backside, and seamless lycra panties underneath. Although I wanted to, I didn't dare go without panties for fear of my excitement leaking through and becoming visible. I dried and fluffed up my thick wavy red hair and took one last look in the mirror before we left.
We were about to leave when Tom asked "Do you think he'll mind being filmed?"
I didn't know what to say or think. I wasn't even sure that I was okay with being filmed.
Tom continued, "Not to share or anything, just for you and I to enjoy later." My head filled with reasons not to be filmed being fucked by 2 men, but I also felt selfish for considering denying Tom this little pleasure, especially in light of the pleasure I'd already had at Andy's hands and the pleasure I was expecting from his cock tonight.
"I can ask him I suppose" I answered. I quickly typed a message to Andy. "You okay with Tom filming. He'll keep it private." I hit send. If Andy wasn't okay with this, Tom might pull the plug. When he gets an idea in his head, not much can stop him.
Andy didn't respond immediately and we were running out of time to get to the pub so we headed out so that we weren't late.
On the way, Tom asked if I'd gone over our rules, safe sex, never alone, etc. and I told him that I had.
We arrived at the hotel and Tom went and got the room while I waited in the car. He came back, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bar. We arrived before Andy and took a booth.
Andy arrived moments later. I told Tom that Andy was there and he turned to see Andy approach our table. Tom stood and shook Andy's hand. I stood also, and to my surprise, Andy kissed me. I froze, unsure of how Tom would react. Andy broke off the kiss, then hugged me, whispering "I could eat you alive. God, I'm going to make you sore tonight." I felt my face blush and my pussy dampen.
Andy sat next to me, across from Tom, and immediately dropped his hand into my lap, letting it slide between my legs. I wanted him so badly!
Tom started to make small talk but Andy cut him off, "With all due respect Tom, we're not here to become buddies, we're here to make this little vixen happy. Is there anything else I should know about before we take her upstairs and fuck her senseless?"
Tom looked shocked, and a bit put off that he'd been cut off and spoken down to, then ever so slowly as he processed the situation, a smile crossed his lips.
Tom replied, "Erin said she explained our rules already. Only addition is that I'd like to film tonight for watching and enjoying later."
Andy sat there looking at Tom, his fingers slowly moving in little circles across my clit. I was so close to climaxing already that it was all I could do not to let go. I looked at Andy and based on the grin on his face, he probably knew that he had me close already. Finally, he answered Tom about filming, "Sure, why not? I'll make sure to give you a special ending worth filming." He winked at Tom.
Tom smiled, then reached into his pocket, fishing out one of the room key cards and slid it across to Andy. "Let us go up and get settled first, then you come to our room."
Andy stood, then gave me his hand to help me to my feet. My legs were already weak, trembling slightly from the attention Andy had been giving my clit under the table. I gathered myself, then Tom and I walked out of the pub, leaving Andy. As we walked, hand in hand across the parking lot, Tom looked at me. "Excited? He asked.
"You know I am" I replied with a big grin. I had harsh butterflies, anxious to finally have Andy's big cock inside me. "He was rubbing my pussy under the table."
Tom smiled, "I assumed."
We entered the hotel and pressed the elevator button. The doors opened and we stepped in, the suddenly, as the doors were about to close, in rushed Andy.
If there was one thing that could be said about Andy, it was that he was confident. He stepped forward, pushing me against the wall and thrust his tongue into my mouth right there in front of my husband. My instincts took over and I reciprocated, kissing him passionately. Andy's hands went up and down my body, rubbing and squeezing me all over until the elevator reached our floor with a "ding".
I straightened my clothes, afraid that someone might see, but thankfully there was no one waiting when the doors opened. Tom led us down the long corridor to the room, swiping his key card and opening the door as Andy wrapped his arm around my waist and led me in.
Surprisingly, despite all the confidence, things suddenly got awkward. Both men stood there looking at me.
Tom moved first. He turned on the TV and selected a porno. "This should help."
Tom kicked off his shoes and laid on one side of the bed propped up against the headboard, facing the TV. He held out his hand, prompting me to join him. I climbed up and sat beside Tom, followed quickly by Andy who sat next to me, opposite Tom.
I looked briefly at the TV, seeing two women in a threesome with a well-hung man. One woman was being fucked and was making a lot of noise, but it sounded very fake and I really wasn't interested in watching. What I did find interesting is that the man's large cock didn't appear as long or as thick as what I had in my mouth the night before, hidden behind the fabric of Andy's pants beside me.
My heart was jackhammering, my palms were sweating. Ever since discussing the possibility of a threesome with Andy, my thoughts were consumed by him. After last night when, unbeknownst to Tom, I'd given Andy a blowjob, the images of what we'd done were constantly flooding my head. I'd dreamed of Andy, of his beautiful, thick cock.
We sat there for all of 10 awkward seconds before I saw Andy's hands move. They went to his belt as he turned his face, bringing it to my ear. Thankfully, he whispered his words quietly enough that Tom didn't hear him over the noises coming from the TV, "I want to feel that mouth on my cock again". I felt my pussy gush with excitement. As he spoke, he undid his pants and quickly pulled them and his underwear down, tossing them to the floor, followed quickly by his shirt.
I was consumed with lust as I quickly turned away from Tom, sliding down between Andy's legs. His thick cock was already mostly hard, laying on his stomach. I'd been dying to taste him again.
Andy laid back, propped his head up with a pillow and stared down at me. I wrapped my little fingers around his thick shaft again, marvelling at how they didn't quite go all the way around him, as my head immediately filled with flashbacks. I then lifted his cock, strangely surprised by the weight of it. When he was pointed straight up, I got up on my knees, then stared at Andy's eyes as I flicked my tongue across the tip, then licked up and down his shaft. He stared back, smiling.
I hadn't even noticed but Tom had gotten up and grabbed his phone and was filming, something I'd later become aware of when we watched it together the next day. He knelt at the side of the bed, filming as my tongue teased Andy.
I continued to stare into Andy's eyes as I kissed the tip of his cock, then opened my mouth, inviting his fat head into my mouth. Apparently, Tom was content to watch for now, and I was okay with it. There was something almost magical about that cock. His 9-inch length, his thickness, the perfect purple head, all combined to make me infatuated with it.
