So, what did you do this week?
His knees parted, as I stepped between them on his chair. My naked ass passed before his face as I made my way to my hands and knees on the table. The muscles on my sides, tightened by my nerves, caused the cheeks of my ass to part leaving my cute little ass hole open for his pleasure. His eyes held it with such intensity that I could feel them willing it to open further. Instead, they drew the moisture of my lust from inside me. My lips began to glisten screaming how much I wanted him to enter me.
On either side of me, strong, masculine working man's hands, rough with calluses each took a breast and began to gently milk me, rubbing and squeezing, and playing with my nipples. The weight of my tits filled their hands. Their hard-nippled arousal caused warm heavy breaths to stagger making my bare sides ache in anticipation of the next breath. Each squeeze and stroke, further hardened my nipples sending little shivers through my body. Standing in front of me a zipper descended. `
My asshole insisted on attention alerting me to a soft breath, just tickling those ever-so-tiny hairs on the skin between my cheeks. 3, 4, 5 the count of his breaths mesmerized me he was so close. How big is that? The cock being stroked in front of me was respectfully large and aimed directly at my mouth. One deep inhale and, I'd be sucking it. Moving ever so slightly forward and I could touch it with my tongue, but the breeze on my ass hole felt so good, pulling away would make me scream. My tits were now each possessed by a single hand. The rhythm below the table betrayed the stroking of their cocks. I would hate to be the one to have to clean up this upcoming mess.
Reaching forward and wrapping my thumb and forefinger around the base of that wonderful cock elicited a deep moan as the "tight pussy" feeling brought him close to coming. Somewhere in his mind, he was deep inside a nice tight young pussy. When he came, I wanted to feel his cum pumping through my fingers, and I suspected it was going to happen very soon. I wasn't wrong. Rope after rope of thick white cum pulsated through my fingers and onto the table in front of me. Right before my eyes, the streams emerged from inside him. Falling just below my face onto the table. I jumped a little as I felt the tip of a tongue tickle my asshole causing me to catch a small burst of his cum on my lips. Having licked his cum inside me I started to come. I convulsed right there in front of them, bucking like a bronco leaving a couple of little squirts on the table behind me.
My husband travels on business and I sleep alone 3 to 4 nights most weeks. The bed gets so lonely when he isn't there.
Today took forever and it was now "me time." A drink, or two, or maybe 3 at my bar was just the ticket. Finally, my body relaxed. As you might expect though putting enough liquid in, the liquid must come out, and I had been denying this inevitability for too long and really had to go. There was the usual long line at the ladies' room and nothing at the damn men's room. Well just tipsy enough I'm not having it. I'm a woman on a pissin' mission and I blast through the men's room door.
Chuck, cock in hand, was at the urinal doing his business with Billy right behind him waiting his turn. A thunderous fart from the stall made it clear that it was not an option. Oddly enough aside from a quick glance, my presence found no other reaction. Well, fuck that, I stripped my panties off, and in the most slightly drunken unladylike way possible proceeded to climb up on the counter. My dress pulled up, and my knees spread wide, in a deep squat, I took aim at the sink. Apparently squatting atop a counter with your legs spread and exposing your naked ass and pussy is some type of implied consent, because Billy stepped over, put a hand on my knee, and plunged a finger deep into my pussy. Oh my, that felt good.
There were a few choices here. I could ask him to remove his finger (the most ladylike option), or let him make me cum, and then pee which if I could hold it had a lot of appeal, orrrrr I had heard that you can get a really intense orgasm if just as you start to cum you force yourself to pee, and the worse you have to pee the better. This is not squirting, it is honest to God pissing. Billy's finger hit my G spot like he had radar, and I chose option C. I pushed down, and it was like my brain exploded.
My vocabulary was now reduced to yelling, "Holy Fuck," over and over again at the top of my lungs. This was not the first time I'd tried this. Once was on the toilet, and the other squatting in the woods. Apparently though convulsing in a massive orgasm can compromise one's aim. Pee was splashing out of the sink. Pee was splashing on the counter. Pee was ricocheting off the faucet, and as my bare ass hit the mirror behind me pee went straight out in front of me. It was basically like the three of us trapped in a small room with a water wiggle.
This caused Billy and Chuck to join the "Holy Fuck," chorus.
Billy has some true skills and perseverance for that matter. He brought on the orgasm as effectively as I brought the pee. Covered, he refused to stop, and I couldn't stop.
As piss splashed against the stall door, whoever was in there offered the counter melody of, "What the Fuck?" My bladder emptied, and my orgasm completed, I was done, just as Tim exited the stall with one last, "What the fuck?" It was amazing.
It all started innocently enough only a few weeks after we got back from our honeymoon. We live near the beach, and everyone knows about the little secluded beach that is clothing optional. I just wondered what it was like. I wanted to feel the sun on my naked body. For the first time ever, in the warm sand, I lay nude in public. I hadn't thought about the other people who might be there. They would be looking at me. They would be checking me out. They might be thinking about having sex with me.
It had been too long and I was due for a day at the beach. Blue skies with a couple of puffy clouds, and I was in the changing room looking forward to the sand between my toes. I love these things with the open roofs. I always think about being on a plane and looking down at all the naked bodies. Next door though they had other things in mind. It was clearly a couple and they were deep in the throws of vigorous sex. The sound of real sex is intoxicating. The grunts and broken breathing. So much better than those fake porn sounds. She had this chirpy squeak, intensified by her trying to be quiet. It wasn't working and was making me very jealous. This boy must have skills.
His single grunt made me realize how I had been rubbing myself, how wet my fingers were, and how my mind was floating back and forth between them and me. Caught at that changing room midpoint, I had taken all my clothes off but had not begun putting my suit on. That's okay. I'm going to stay here for a bit. Leaning back against the wall I can feel them fuck while I continue to play with myself and enjoy the music.
Suddenly, the door opens, and this woman steps into the room. The locks on these things suck. In all fairness, she probably knocked, but between hearing what my neighbors were doing, and imagining him doing it to me, I wouldn't have heard it.
There I was full frontal with my fingers at my clit. Surprised and embarrassed, she turned to leave. Stopping for a moment though she paused to take me all in with a ravenous look that bordered on the scary. Looking at everything I had to offer she finally came to my eyes, and in her's I found intense lust. She turned to go, but I reached out and grabbed her arm to pull her into me. Her bags fell to the floor, and wrapping her arms around me I started feeling all over her clothed body, sneaking my hands into her shirt and shorts. Her hands were doing their own exploration exhilarated by her unfettered access to my skin.
Suddenly her lips met mine in the deepest most passionate kiss. One of those kisses that are so dirty it can almost make you cum in and of itself. I'm pretty sure I am returning the message that I enjoy it, but she steps back for a second to see what my face says. With my hands suddenly free I rip her shirt up and off exposing a pair of wonderful tits. Grabbing them hard enough that it makes her squeal I pulled them up to my face. This is the green light for her, as she is now all over my tits and my ass, and oh my God my pussy.
Her one hand is making lightning bolts emanate from my pussy, eliciting my own version of the chirpy squeak. Still pressed back against the wall, the neighbors are fucking me from behind as she is ravaging me from the front. Her hand on one tit, and her mouth on the other, she plunges her entire other hand hand into my pussy. I have had a number of cocks in there, but this had to be what it feels like to be taken by one of those enormous black cocks from the porn sites. I am being fucked by her arm like a bull, made all the easier by the slippery juices that soaked my pussy. With a wiggle of her fingers, my body erupts. My bare ass bangs against the wall, as I convulse on her arm. With legs of rubber, if not for being pinned against the wall, I would be on the floor in a puddle of my own juices.
When I was little, I would touch myself. I didn't understand it but it felt good. It also felt wrong though. Those parts were private. They were for the toilet, and nobody talked about them. So, I didn't talk about them either. But, it felt so good, that I kept doing it. A couple of times my mother almost caught me. If she had I would have been saying Hail Marys until I couldn't talk.
As I got older, I started thinking about some of the boys in school, and what it might be like if they were touching me. Something about the boys and their accidental touches, made me want more, but more of what I didn't know. They stared at my breasts. They tried to get close to me. I learned to be ever so quiet so I wasn't discovered.
Once in college, I had learned the mechanics of sex and thought about various boyfriends and what I might do with them. They would touch me, and I would touch them. I learned what a hard-on felt like. I got fingered and was made to come beyond my own control. I never told anyone. My roommate never knew I was doing this, but I kind of wondered sometimes what she was doing, because her breathing got so very erratic sometimes.
On the nights when I am all by myself in bed, this is how I get to sleep. I write these stories in my head. I imagine them enacted on the inside of my eyelids and upon my body. I tell myself these stories and as I do I do to my body the things I am imagining. I come and then I fall peacefully asleep.
Laying there naked, Carter and I always sleep naked, my fingers rubbing my clit, and my breasts, telling myself my little stories, and fucking myself to sleep. It still feels so wrong, so dirty, so unfair like this is his sex to enjoy and I'm selfishly taking it for myself. Though I don't have to be quiet anymore.
The stories have gotten totally out of hand. It all started so innocently that day lying naked on that beach. After that, I told myself I would never do that again. Every night it was like a mantra. Do not think about sex. Do not think about sex. Do not think about sex. But, the more I tried not to think about it, the more I thought about it.
When Carter was home, I was so afraid he would see into my soul, and see how perverted I was. He would think I was disgusting. I think I'm disgusting.
Inadvertantly I now have quite a library at my disposal. Though most nights are still originals, if need be I can pull a favorite off the shelf. I don't remember when I gave up, but at some point, I realized it was hopeless. Carter has no idea, and he never will.
