Away From Home Pt 07

I'd done it, after over seven years and two false starts, I'd done the deed. I'd fucked a new cock and it had been an amazing cock and I'd lost count of how many times I'd cum on it. I felt ecstatic, no shame, no guilt just pure tingling satisfaction and I couldn't wait to do it again, as soon and as often as possible and, by the way that Mike fucked me when he found out, I was pretty sure that he was ok with it too.

We'd arranged for Mike's mother to look after the kids on saturday and, once we'd delivered them to her, I'd spent most of the afternoon in a state of high anticipation as I prepared for my big night out. I had a long, leisurely soak in a scented bath and even the soft fluffy towel brushing against my stiff nipples and between my legs sent a shiver through my body and a flush to my cheeks and just patting my mound dry almost tipped me over the edge. I was desperate to maintain this level of excitement so, once I was dry, I sat on the edge of the bath for several minutes, panting for breath until I'd calmed down enough to leave the bathroom on very unsteady legs.

Even sitting my bare bum on the stool at my vanity table sent a thrill through my body and I was so concerned that I'd leave a wet patch on its velvet cover that I hurriedly draped another towel across it.

I took a few minutes to catch my breath again before blow drying and brushing my hair then I set about applying my make up.

I took a lot of time over my eyes, applying smoky brown eyeshadow with dark brown mascara and eye liner then some blusher and a deep red lipstick. I stared at my reflection for several minutes unsure if I was satisfied or not before saying "sod it" and rising to look at myself in the full length wardrobe mirror and I know that it sounds terribly vain but I was really pleased by what I saw.

My body had changed a lot over the time that I'd been with Mike. I had been proud of being slim although some people, including Mike had suggested that I was too thin but now, although I was still slim, I wasn't thin. I still had long, shapely legs but my hips had flared a little and my bum had filled out, probably due to having two children and my 36B breasts had grown to 38C, definitely due to breast feeding two children and a husband.

When I'd met Mike, my thick dark auburn hair had been shoulder length and curly and a little uncontrollable so I was constantly thinning it but, with Mike's encouragement it now hung to my waist and its weight caused it to fall in soft rolling waves that, in bright sunshine, glowed with shades of red and gold. I knew that I turned a lot of heads, both men and women, when I was out and about and I was very pleased about that.

I did a few turns and poses in front of the mirror, admiring the swell of my breasts and the curve of my bum and I couldn't help chuckling at my own vanity.

I decided to wear a set of dark blue lacy bra, knickers and suspenders and, as always, I enjoyed the sensation of caressing the sheer 15 denier of my black nylons across my thighs. I fought hard to resist the urge to touch myself and I was actually panting as I clipped.my stockings into my suspenders and I silently told myself that I was acting like a bitch in heat.

My choice of underwear decided what dress I'd wear. It was a royal blue woollen, knee length dress that hugged the curves of my figure. It had three quarter length sleeves and a high neckline and looked conservative and respectable enough to wear to church on sunday ( if I ever went to church on sunday ). It also buttoned all the way down the front from neck to hem and, when I wore it, I always enjoyed watching guys staring and obviously imagining slowly opening each brass button.

Tonight I was going to leave the top three buttons open to display my cleavage just to the junction of my bra cups and the bottom three buttons open to just below the darker welts of my stocking tops. I'd have to be very careful how I moved or sat in order to avoid flashing my lacy bra and naked thighs and I had absolutely no intention of being careful.

For some reason, the pubs were quieter than the previous week but, still, all the attractive guys were tethered to a very protective woman so, as with the week before, we had one drink and moved on.

We spotted an empty table in the third bar we entered and, as we went to sit down, Billy emerged from the crowd with a huge grin on his face and, wrapping his arms around me like a long lost friend, he pressed his cheek to mine and said "Hi you". He held me for a little longer than was appropriate then stepped back, casting his gaze up and down me, and said "You look amazing". I felt a surge of lust because, although I hadn't said anything to Mike, I'd been secretly looking for Billy in the previous two pubs and his grin and his words sent a flush to my cheeks and caused my fanny to twitch. I glanced at Mike to gauge his reaction and he didn't look at all happy.

Billy finally acknowledged Mike with a nod and a "Hi" and I thought 'Too little, too late'.

I was more than half expecting Mike to react badly and I could see him taking a deep breath ready to explode but, before the eruption, Billy said "Wait here, I'll get us some drinks" and hurried away towards the bar.

Mike said "Come on, let's go" but I insisted that would be rude so, rather than argue and cause a scene, we sat down side by side at the table.

I could see that Mike was seething and, without looking at me, he hissed "What's he doing here?"

I knew that I had nothing to fear from Mike but I was worried about how he might react to anything inappropriate that Billy might say and I felt an unexpected thrill at the idea that Mike might actually fight over me.

I whispered back "I didn't know he was going to be here" and I instinctively knew that, for Mike, Billy hadn't existed before last weekend so he'd fully expected him to disappear again once the deed was done.

Mike was still scowling so I said "He's a nice lad" which just made his scowl deeper.

Billy returned before things could descend any further and Mike accepted his pint with absolutely no grace or thanks and I seriously thought about getting up and going but, if I'm honest, I was really excited to see Mike being so protective and caveman like and I wanted to see how this played out.

Billy had obviously detected Mike's suppressed aggression and his smile was definitely timid and nervous but, no matter how intimidated he might have been feeling, he still sat down opposite us and took a small sip from his pint whilst never taking his eyes off Mike and I felt quite impressed and told myself that he really must be desperate to fuck me again.

I was so excited that I glanced down to see if my rock hard nipples were showing through my bra and dress and my fanny was leaking so badly that I was worried that it might leave a damp patch on the back of my dress.

I tried to make small talk, and I know it's not right, but, at that moment, the thought that two men might actually fight over me made my mouth so dry and my fanny so wet that I could barely form a rational sentence. Our drinks disappeared at an astonishing rate and, without a word, Mike rose, gathered up the empties and headed to the bar and, no sooner had he gone, than Billy slipped into his vacated seat next to me and, with a shy smile, asked "So? How are you?"

My stomach flipped and my fanny throbbed and, as I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together my engorged clitoris sent shock waves through my entire body forcing me to close my eyes and catch my breath.

I gave a weak smile and barely managed to gasp "I'm fine, how are you?"

Billy replied "I'm great now that I've seen you again" and I realised that I was blushing and simpering like a schoolgirl.

Mike returned and stood glowering down at Billy who immediately leapt to his feet and returned to his original seat whilst Mike laid down our drinks and reclaimed his seat.

This was getting silly now, it was no longer fun so, in an attempt to lighten the mood, I asked what Billy thought of the music that was playing. It was the usual inoffensive, instantly forgettable pop music and I was surprised by how violently dismissive Billy was of it and, just like that, he and Mike were deep in conversation about what music they liked and what bands they'd seen and I was left sitting there twiddling my thumbs.

Billy went up for another round so I said to Mike "See, I told you he was a nice guy".

If, I'm honest, I had no idea if he was a nice guy or not because we'd hardly spoken to each other during our night together just grunted, groaned and sighed but I felt that he was a nice guy and he had an incredible cock.

Mike just snorted and said "I thought we agreed on just one night stands".

I replied "It's not that easy, all the good looking guys are with someone and, anyway, no one is ever going to approach me with you here and, if I start going out on my own looking to get picked up, I'll end up getting a reputation and you can't keep following guys into toilets or you'll end up getting a reputation yourself".

Mike chuckled and said " I suppose you're right" and I heaved a sigh of relief.

I felt the tension between us lift and what I really wanted to say was 'Billy's got a lovely cock and I want to fuck him again, tonight' and it should have been that easy but I just couldn't bring myself to actually say it so, instead, I said "Billy's a really nice guy and we don't need to explain anything to him" but I was sure that Mike understood my meaning.

We sat in silence again until Billy returned with our drinks and the two of them returned to their conversation where they'd left off. Mike's previously hostile attitude seemed to evaporate as they both laughed about things that I couldn't see the humour in and, every time that I cast a glance in Mike's direction, he seemed relaxed and comfortable so, as we neared the end of our drinks, I bit the bullet and suggested "Why don't we go back to ours?"

My stomach was churning and I felt a desperate need for a pee as I waited for what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only a few seconds before Mike replied "Yeah, why not?"

I felt light headed and I wasn't sure that my legs would support me when I attempted to stand because I was certain that all three of us knew what was about to happen.

My flimsy knickers were so saturated with my juices that, as I stood, I could feel the weight of them pulling away from me and, for one brief moment, I thought that they might actually fall to my ankles and that thought sent a thrill up my spine. I instinctively glanced at the seat where I'd been sitting, expecting to see a damp patch and I was actually slightly disappointed to see that there was no sign at all.

As we left the bar, Mike wrapped his arm around my waist in a gesture of protection or possession as we walked the short distance to the taxi rank and, as I sat on the back seat between my two men, my knickers felt cold and wet and that feeling sent a shudder through me.

I was so unsteady on my feet that I was stumbling like a drunk and Mike genuinely needed to support me as my steel tipped stilettos scraped and clacked with every step towards our front door. Mike opened the front door and led the way into our living room but I wasn't going to sit there for hours listening to them rabbiting on about music so I grabbed hold of Billy's hand and hurried him upstairs, firmly shutting the bedroom door behind us.

I immediately opened the last remaining buttons on my dress and shrugged it off my shoulders then I peeled off my sodden knickers and threw myself onto the bed on my back with my arms and legs spread in open invitation as I watched Billy frantically tear off his own clothing.

I've no idea how long it took for Mike to realise that we hadn't followed him into the living room but I fully expected the bedroom door to fly open at any moment as Billy literally threw himself on top of me and, with no need for hands, his prick found my hole like a guided missile.

His prick plunged balls deep into me and my involuntary groan was so loud that the neighbours could probably hear it next door and Mike would definitely have heard it downstairs or, more likely, outside the bedroom door.

Billy hammered into me at a furious pace, driving the breath from my lungs in a series of gasps and moans as I thrashed my head from side to side and jerked my hips up to meet his thrusts.

My cunt was producing a symphony of squishes and sloshes and I was fast approaching an orgasm when I suddenly realised the reality of my situation and, pressing my arms against his chest, I squirmed out from under Billy and gasped "Condom".

Billy rolled off me as I wrenched open the bedside drawer and tossed the packet to him as I lay impatiently watching and waiting until he was ready to go again.

He grabbed my hips and spun me onto my stomach and I laughed for sheer joy as he hauled me up onto my hands and knees and rammed back into me driving an even louder groan from me. He hung onto my hips slamming into my squelching hole obviously only intent on his own gratification and it was just what I needed as his swinging balls repeatedly struck my mound and the force of his thrusts nudged me further and further up the bed. The sound of his belly slapping against my bum sounded like applause as I squirmed from side to side, guiding his prick into every nook and cranny of my drooling cunt.

He was panting hard and his thrusts were becoming sharp and erratic as he neared his climax and the knowledge that he was about to cum inside me brought me right to the edge of release.

My head was pressed against the headboard silencing its rhythmic banging on the bedroom wall but the bed itself was squealing and creaking in protest at the onslaught. My eyes were squeezed tight shut as I felt his penultimate stabs into my very core and, as I felt his prick seize, swell and erupt inside me, my own orgasm crashed through me leaving me dazed and breathless and almost doubled up against the headboard.

Billy stayed inside me for a long time still gripping my hips and panting hard until he got his breathing under control and his shrinking prick slipped out of me then he seemed to tumble to his side and lay flat out on his back as I unfolded myself from my cramped position and stretched out beside him.

There were no words necessary as I draped my arm across him, feeling his sweaty chest rhythmically rising and falling, and, as I lay there in the afterglow, I wondered where Mike was. I felt sure that he must have been outside the bedroom door but, as I looked in that direction, I saw that it was still closed. Even from downstairs, he must have heard us fucking and especially the hysterical shrieks that I made when I came that even startled me but he'd evidently resisted the urge to peek inside which quite surprised me.

I didn't have long to think about that though because, after just a few moment's rest, Billy slid down the bed, parted my legs and kissed my still quivering cunt. I gasped then sighed as his tongue swept the length of my slit again and again and, each time, flicking over my hypersensitive clit causing me to flinch and gasp. He pressed his nose hard against my clit as he dug his tongue deep inside me and sucked my bloated labia into his mouth, nibbling them and torturing them to that point just between pain and pleasure.

He redirected his attention to my swollen clit, gripping it between his lips, sucking and stretching it to its limit before releasing it with a smacking kiss. I cried out as he repeated the move again and again until I felt dizzy and faint and my orgasm came crashing through me turning me into a heaving mass of twisting arms and legs and arching body.

I fell back to the bed panting for breath but there was to be no rest as Billy was instantly on me and in me and fucking me with that same desperate urgency.

Once again, I felt him cum inside me and a sudden panic hit me as I pushed him away only to find that, somehow, he'd managed to exchange the used condom for a fresh one.

I felt sleepy and content as I snuggled up against Billy's hot sweaty body and I briefly thought how wonderful it would be if Mike was cuddled up on the other side of me before I fell fast asleep.

I awoke with a start, unsure what had woken me and, after a moment of confusion about where I was, I realised that I was lying on top of my bed. The room was dimly lit by one bedside lamp and what had woken me was Mike, lying between my legs and doing wonderful things to me with his tongue. I reached down to stroke his head and, as my fingers ran through his hair, I got the shock of my life because it wasn't Mike. Recollection came flooding back, it was Billy, he'd fucked me and, as memories of the previous night's events returned, my fanny juiced up so much that I feared I might drown him.

I needn't have worried as Billy noisily slurped and lapped and rubbed his entire face against my gaping hole, bathing his face in my juices from ear to ear and from hairline to chin and that thought was so exciting that, within seconds, I was howling in ecstasy.

I slumped back onto the bed, totally spent, but Billy was in no mood to let me get back to sleep as he quickly rolled a fresh condom onto his rigid prick.

Grinning like a cheshire cat, Billy once again lay above me, holding his weight off me with his left hand whilst taking hold of his rigid prick with his right and dragging its plump head up and down the length of my slit driving a sigh from deep within me. He entered me slowly, fully, deeply, looking down on me with an expression of extreme concentration as he gently moved in and out, exploring every hidden secret. His wild, frantic pounding had been utterly thrilling but this was something else entirely and, as he moved within me, I moved with him, matching his motions, rising and falling with him, wriggling beneath him to bring his amazing prick to just where I wanted it and, with his slow, gentle motions, my orgasm built slowly but surely until suddenly, unexpectedly, it overwhelmed me.

Bright lights exploded behind my eyes, my ears buzzed and I think I must have passed out for a moment because, when I opened my eyes, Billy was lying beside me gazing into my eyes.

I was confused so I asked "Did you cum?"

Billy just grinned and replied "No, but you did".

I said "Good" and, rising to my knees, I swung my left leg across his body, straddling his hips and taking his stiff cock in my hand, rubbing it along my slit, tucking it between my lips and slowly sinking down on it. I knelt astride him and eased myself down until I was sitting upright in his lap completely impaled.

I looked down and realised that I was still wearing my bra, stockings and suspenders so, reaching behind me, I opened the clasp on my bra and shrugged it off my shoulders and the relief of releasing my breasts after so many hours of imprisonment felt wonderful and the look on Billy's face when he reached up to squeeze my tits was priceless.

I rode him hard and fast, grinding my clit against the root of his prick as Billy tried and failed to hang onto my wildly bouncing tits. I slid back and forth and bounced up and down, grinding hard each time I came to rest in his lap and I came and came again until I felt Billy cumming inside me once again with no more than a deep sigh.

I slipped the used condom from Billy's limp dick and tossed it to the floor with the other two full ones.

I've no idea how long we'd fucked or how long I'd slept but I was surprised to see that the room was growing lighter as the sun started to rise so I urged Billy to get dressed and go before the neighbours saw him leaving.

I felt unbelievably naughty walking Billy to the front door wearing just my stockings and suspenders and I more than half expected to find Mike outside the bedroom door but there was no sign of him. He wasn't downstairs so, unless he'd left the house, he had to be in the spare room.