I saw Paul flinch when Duncan referred to me as 'little Jane'. I could tell he was getting annoyed by Duncan's increasing arrogance and his need to control every step of what was happening. And to be fair, so was I. OK, so maybe you think I deserved to be treated like that -- and you'd be quite right to think I'd been acting like a complete slut. I mean there I was, face down on a cheap hotel bed, in whorish lingerie with my naked, middle-aged arse in the air showing all to a complete stranger. And sure, I had already sucked his cock, let him come in my mouth and knelt on all fours wailing as he fucked me right to the point of coming. But I was no submissive 'little' anything and I wasn't about to be patronised by anyone.
This was our night -- me and Paul's. We had chosen to make this happen for us -- to live out a fantasy that I knew was just as intense for him as it was for me. And it was to be a strictly one-off experience that I intended to milk every possible thrill and memory from. Some people do bungee-jumps, others want to swim with sharks or go skydiving. I wanted to be a whore for a night -- a porn star, a cheating wife, a MILF in heat, a nasty, cock-obsessed slut.
After all, I was already 44 -- this wasn't something that was likely to be an option for much longer. Everyone said I looked younger of course, and they were right -- I was the sort of woman that got second looks from all kinds of guys, not beautiful, not gorgeous, just damned attractive it seemed. And I still had a figure that allowed me to wear much sexier clothes than most women my age without looking ridiculous. I hadn't even started dying my hair.
OK, some might think I was a bit overweight, plus I'd had two kids and there was little I could do about the belly and the stretch marks. But I was always, and remain, a highly sexual woman -- and people pick up on that. At least the people I'm interested in do... It's in the way you dress, walk, your looks, mannerisms and gestures. I can't help it... and I don't want to. So this meeting with Duncan was as much about me acknowledging my needs and my true personality as it was about fulfilling a mutual fantasy.
As for Paul... well I was still waiting to see exactly what Paul wanted from this. I knew he wanted to watch me losing control, to see me sweating, squealing, cussing and coming -- nothing he hadn't seen before of course, but he needed to see it objectively, as an outsider. God knows he had talked about it enough times and he'd been pretty specific too. Over the years, in so many lustful moments, he had whispered that he longed to see me just completely let go with another man.
He said that ideally it would be from some hidden vantage point, but that if he was present he wanted to hear me describe what was happening - the feelings, the gory details, to talk dirty to him as I was fucked, licked and played with. He'd told me that his ultimate wanking fantasy was to imagine licking my pussy as a large, unknown cock rammed into me. And there had been more, much more.
Then eventually, one night a few months before Duncan appeared on our PC, he had said that it was time we went for it -- that it was now or probably never, and that if it was just a one-time fling with a complete stranger, then it should work without any negative effect on our marriage.
So that's what we had done and here we were. Two people, still in love, still strong, selfishly indulging our personal perversions without any regard for anyone else. We certainly weren't there for Duncan. For me he was no more important than any of the dildos that lay scattered across the bed where he'd tipped them having discovered our toy bag.
He was a hell of a toy though, I had to admit. We had used some pretty big dildos over the years so his size was nothing really new. But this cock was real... its warmth, its texture, its feel, smell, taste... And this particular toy squirted jet after thick jet of real, sweet, white, hot -- and actually quite tasty - come...
I reached back to find him steel hard, the over-stretched condom still slick with my juices, wrapping my fingers round its base and manoeuvring my pussy back towards its head. "Never mind the toys you cheeky bastard," I hissed. "Just put that fat cock right back where it was... I need to come right now..."
He chuckled at my attempt at assertiveness. "Sure thing Jane... but I absolutely have to do something first."
I felt his hands on my arse, his fingers grabbing at my flesh and pulling my cheeks wide apart. Then without warning his tongue was at my asshole, the tip probing and circling before sliding straight into me. I caught my breath, shivering as I surrendered to this ultimate intimacy, reaching both hands back to spread my arse even wider, letting him know how much I was loving it.
Paul had crawled to the head of the bed and was sitting on the pillows, stroking his softened cock, still breathing hard after emptying himself into my throat just a minute before. As I pressed my face into the duvet and groaned with each thrust of Duncan's tongue he leaned down, close to my ear and whispered; "Hmmm... you sound happy there babe... what's he doing to you?"
I pushed myself up to look him straight in the eyes. "He's licking my arse, Paul... he's... oh god... he's sticking his tongue right up my arse... fucking hell that's... oh that's amazing..."
And it was. I kept staring into Paul's eyes as I concentrated on relaxing my tight little hole to let Duncan's tongue probe deeper. A slow, horny grin was spreading across his face -- this was one of his favourite pastimes and he knew just how much I loved it. Luckily after two kids I was still looking good back there and I was anything but inhibited when it came to my ass being touched... licked... fucked.
I knew I must be practically dripping by now and reached down to find I was right, just as Duncan's tongue suddenly disappeared and I felt cool air on my wet, open asshole. I felt him straighten up behind me and with one quick move he'd positioned his cock at my soaking pussy and let me have the whole length in one slow, insistent push. I shut my eyes tight as he filled me and as his hips met with my cheeks Paul leant forward and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, breathing hard.
Duncan remained still, entirely buried in me, just keeping up enough circular motion to stir my insides. I swear I could feel every hard detail of that fat, gorgeous head in a place no cock had ever been.
Paul broke away and slid off the bed onto his feet, still smiling with genuine lustful pleasure. I noticed his cock was coming back to attention, bobbing in front of him as he walked over to the drinks and filled three glasses. Duncan and I drained ours in large gulps and I let my face sink into the pillows, my arms flat on the cover. I pushed back with my bottom, gasping as my pussy lips found and grasped at another half inch of thick, hard cock.
