Hi, everyone again. So after the rip-roaring success of the first sex-story I ever wrote I decided to have a crack at an entirely new sex story...ish, this time based on my favourite buddy cop movie.
As such there will be mild spoilers for the film on which this work is loosely based and so I would suggest you watch that film first.
Also this is part 4 of 7 (not including the prelude) so thanks to all that have stayed with this so far. This part does feature a couple of scenes of MM sex, so if that turns you off I'll see you in part 5.
And finally for everyone already familiar with the film, all participating characters in the following works are over 18.
That's it.
Day 3
A Couple's Secrets.
My alarm went off and I found I could barely open my eyes as sexual exhaustion from the last two days seemed to cling to me like a sloth clinging to a sturdy branch. I looked down and could see mini-Mike standing to attention as if the last two night's exertions hadn't happened. I turned to the left and there next to me was my wife, Mel, still asleep. I wondered if I should wake her, if I should ask her for more, if I should leave her with another piece of me before I head into work.
Mini-Mike could clearly handle the effort.
It would be easy enough to pull the covers back and nuzzle into her neck, my hands moving round her body to fondle those fantastic globes of hers through her delicate, flimsy pyjamas. Her attention gathered and her face looking back I could keep kissing her whilst my hands undressed her and felt her hands move over my skin. I'd beg her for a quickie and she'd just nod, moving me on top and inside her in seconds, our kisses becoming more frantic as I powered into her, Mel's delicious cunny holding me firm as we gaze at each in a lust-filled haze, before I flip her over and pull her arse into the air and slam my fuck-stick deep inside her pussy vigorosuly before blowing my wad deep inside her.
What a start to the day.
However, as she let out an enormous snore and a tiny fart I decided against that. I daren't risk waking her up and risk receiving her wrath for an unwanted wake-up call. Before I headed out for my run I quietly consulted my best and most knowledgeable bud. Whispering as quietly as possible, I asked "Is today gonna be better than yesterday?" shaking him briefly so as not to make too much noise. The triangle slowly emerged, its message ominous.
Very doubtful.
Very doubtful? He must not have heard me, I logically concluded, before jogging out, getting back promptly to find Mel still asleep which I took as a huge compliment to my incredible manly prowess, showered, then headed on down to breakfast, although as soon as I did I felt regret at my decision. Behind a couple of doors sounds of sex could be heard. Breathless sighs and moans of encouragement would waft from the rooms into the hall.
"I fucking love your cock!"
"Your tongue...it's amazing, babe!"
"You're fucking filling my insides!"
"OH MY GOD!"
I felt my cock swell in my trousers and it took a huge effort of will to move forward and ignore it, even though with every step my mind would replay those words and sounds and I could just imagine what lascivious activities were occurring behind those closed doors.
I made my way downstairs only to be met by emptiness. I was the only one in the lonesome dining area. I went to my usual table and sat down awaiting service from Sylvia. I expected to see her bouncing head of exotic red hair coming over like flames made flesh, but nothing did. I was sitting alone in the dining area wondering if I'd been caught out by the clocks going back or something as I remained there solitary and hungry. I got up and headed for the kitchen and peered through the round window in the door.
There, leaning back against one of the work tops, was Shaun, Sylvia's strapping husband with his trousers around his ankles. In front of him on their knees were two people. One I recognised was Sylvia, Shaun's wife, with her top down and her tits out, running her tongue up and down Shaun's heavy meat, occasionally looking up at him, affectionately. Next to her was someone that I did not recognise. Some guy in his twenties with scruffy blonde hair who was sucking on the end of Shaun's cock like he was sucking on a gobstopper, occasionally moving his mouth back to roll his tongue around the end before moving his mouth back over the end again.
I looked around me to make sure I wasn't spotted leering in and acting like some kind of perverted voyeur. As I was unspotted here I kept on looking. I noticed now that as well as tending to Shaun's needs, Sylvia was running her hand up and down the new guy's dick as well, keeping him hard whilst taking turns with Shaun's cock in her mouth. The big guy looked down with a smile and nodded at his wife, clearly giving her a sign as she started sucking at him with more purpose whilst the fellow next to her sucked on one of Shaun's balls.
This triggered something within him and Shaun started to pull at the end of his rod before it exploded all over Sylvia's face and tits, only to have the young man next to her start to lick it off and suckle on her boobs. Sylvia rocked her head back, spotted my face in the glass and smiled. Instinctively I pulled my head away and returned to my seat. Like that would mean that I wasn't there and hadn't seen anything. What a dumb move. Sylvia to her credit walked out, buttoning up her top as she approached my table with her notepad and a wry grin on her face.
"See anything you like?" Sylvia asked.
"Excuse me?" I countered, nervously.
"On the menu?" Sylvia pressed.
"Oh, right," I stated as I worked out what she meant. I decided against my usual order and selected a pretty colourful affair for breakfast with fried-egg, waffles and black pudding stacks that felt like it was about 70% grease going down, but it wasn't my stomach that was the problem. My mind was a maelstrom after the last 48 hours of sex and voyeurism. I'd had more sex over the last few days than I'd had in years. I felt 10 years younger both physically and emotionally. When Catherine moved her body next to mine and I slid my hand over skin that rippled and wobbled under my touch. Being with her was like feeling the flames of being a teenager again when you just want to spend hours in bed with your new-found love. It was a completely different vibe to Mel.
When I was with Mel she seemed to smoulder in bed, with flesh so hot you could fry an egg on it. The pure unfiltered lust I felt at being with her again was powerful and consuming but was it enough any more. I didn't know and needed time to get my head in gear, a nice relaxing day with no big surprises and no inexplicable deaths. I finished my disgusting breakfast on autopilot and before I knew it was staring at an empty plate.
