Doesn't champagne have a wonderful effect on you? To me, it brings a heady rush to the mind and the imagination that is far more pleasant and coherent than 'standard' alcoholic drinks. It also supplies confidence in abundance which can accelerate the fulfilment of any fantasy, no matter how nasty. It is the 'turbo' accelerant of depravity fulfilment!
Some of the fantasies that Paul had written over time to me about were of quite an average or common theme and included his desire to suck cock, receive oral from two mouths and to taste another man's cum from his wife Jill's mouth and pussy. I am always willing to assist.
However, the more recent correspondence were the late-at-night e-mails which were rather darker and braver. These included such deeper, more hidden depths of his imagination such as giving his wife double-penetration, male-ass tonguing and cleaning his wife's ass juices from another man's jizz soaked cock. Again, I am always willing to assist and champagne is the perfect fuel to ignite such passions, enabling fantasies to become a reality. With three horny players and plenty of champagne in the house, the limits were likely to be surpassed.
A break in proceedings had been casually filled by cleaning up a little, drinking champagne and chatting and laughing like old friends; all naked and very relaxed on the huge bed that the three of us lay on in the warmth. Sometime had passed and we had chatted about the most hidden of fantasies, many of which I believe may never have been aired if we had not all 'clicked' so comfortably mentally and physically. I mean, who would quite openly tell their wife, after a little prompting, that he had long wanted to lick another man's cock clean of his beloved wife's love juices? Whose wife would then reply so positively with a kiss and the word's "No problem, honey" as she had her nipples stroked by a male guest next to her and stroked her husbands cock into life? Jill was one hell of a woman and Paul knew how lucky he was. I was just happy to be so lucky and be invited to join in the fun.
Jill was kissing Paul as I gently nibbled and licked at her left breast. My cock was aching, partly from my last huge orgasm, partly from fucking Paul's throat and partly from being so erect for so long. I was lying on my right side and again my cock muscle was flexing to nudge my pumped tip against the smoothness of Jill's left buttock, teasingly slipping into her ass crack and back out as we writhed into increasingly passionate throes. Jill was in the middle of two men and loved the attention that the four hands, two mouths and two cocks were supplying. She spilt her champagne glass onto the bed as she reached for my cock with her left-hand; her right-hand already filled with the hot meat of her husband. I had my right-hand under the small of her back which lifted her pussy and asshole up to a more accessible position for my left and Paul's right-hand to service, with my central fingers filling the crack of her ass and parting her cheeks from below. Our mouths were filled with Jill's nipples or tongue as she swapped either to keep us men happy, or herself satisfied, or both and it felt so good to watch her slender hands wanking us in preparation for the total fantasy fulfilment that was about to ensue.
Her inner thighs were smooth and it seemed as though her entire body was completely hairless. My eyes could not get enough of her, lying on the bed with her jutting hips and dressed only in heels; moaning in pleasure as the heat of two rampant men generated the attention she deserved. All of this fuelled by champagne, the scent of sex and the sight of male and female sexual organs that we all could choose to use in any way that we wanted.
I could feel Paul's right-hand stroking his wife's juices down to her asshole, which I naturally assisted in spreading with my right-hand around her. The sloppiness of her sex was increased as we worked and her body which was open to be enjoyed. My index fingertip popped into her ass and Paul continued to work the juices around and onto my well positioned digit. She moved downwards slightly, further onto my rigid finger and Paul rewarded her by concentrating his efforts onto her enraged clit as she began to buck and gyrate with increasing inhibition. My finger was engulfed up to my knuckle and to almost off, for around a minute of regular intensity which was interrupted only slightly by my insertion of a second probing finger into her rear warmth. The tight petals of her pussy had now opened expectantly and her clit was swollen to maximise the spread of her erogenous availability. Jill's efforts to maintain a regular hand rhythm on our frustrated members was waning increasingly as our attention overcame her. She was now engulfed with passion.
Paul rose up and offered his tool to Jill's mouth as I kissed her, his tip nudging between our lips as I opened my eyes. Jill smiled at me as we licked the very welcome and uninvited hot addition to our oral play. Paul's solid shaft felt so good as he pumped it's length between me and his wife, our lips attempting contact with each other as the salty warmth sought an inclusion to our game. I moved down his length to his balls, the action of which succeeded in his helmet finding the inner cheek of his wife as I continued to double-finger fuck her ass. I licked and gently sucked at her husband's shaven ball sack, the taste of him further raising the blood pressure in my own pole. Jill's left cheek expanded and hollowed as the cock fucked her mouth and she moaned enthusiastically as she began to play with her clit; an area left absent as a result of her husbands new position. I was licking rivulets of Jill's saliva as they dribbled slowly down Paul's cock, further wetting him and touching the nerves on her scarlet lips as my tongue ran up his pumping shaft to her mouth.
Jill was getting closer to orgasm when Paul withdrew completely, leaving Jill and I frustratingly lapping at fresh air momentarily. He had to take his wife and entered her pussy with ease in the missionary position. My fingers were deep in her ass as he did so and I could feel the fullness of his cock slide against them through the smooth, thin skin of her inner walls. My fingers lovingly probed her ass and further heightened both her and her husbands' pleasure as I massaged his length as he fucked her. Jill had let go of my cock now and her left-hand was gripping my side, her talon-like nails digging my flesh as if it was me that was fucking her.
I could take no more. I rolled them both over as I slipped my fingers out from her ass. Jill was straddling her husband now, her stiletto heels jutting upwards towards me on the inside of Paul's inner thighs and her long hair rained down to sway in his face as she pinned his hands as if in surrender to her on the bed. I positioned myself behind them both, bringing my heavily ass-oiled fingers to my mouth in search of further lubrication so my tool could find the heat of her insides more readily. The scent and sight of her gloriously small, firm ass and the smell and taste of her juices on my fingers was as intoxicating as the champagne and I involuntarily closed my eyes as I slid the two warmest fingers into my mouth to taste her.
