Trying the Mattress

'So, I suggest you sleep on it this way up to start with and then change around.'

It was salaciously strange, discussing sleeping arrangements with the delivery man. Or rather — young man. Still, he seemed to know his stuff. My body, it seemed knew mine. A buzz of pleasure leapt alarmingly through my loins, it throbbed enticingly between my legs.

'Okay then,' I agreed and, I'm not too sure why, added. 'whatever you say.'

He regarded me slyly and returned to the bed, pressing down on the pristine new mattress.

'It's risen really well; just since we've been talking. I've never had one rise that quickly before.'

My turn to be suspicious. A rebellious smile pulled at my lips. So, I looked at my feet. Whatever it was that had ignited the fire in my imagination, was wantonly controlling my rationality and I wasn't convinced he was talking entirely about the mattress. In an effort to return the conversation to that of delivery man and customer, I pressed down on the mattress too.

'Hmmmm...it is rather luxurious, isn't it?' I said a little absently, 'Can't wait to try it out.'

My body sparked at the thought. It would have to wait though. My husband had taken the children to his mother's for a sleepover. He'd be back fairly soon.

'You bought the non-roll together type,' the young man pointed out, 'have a lie down. I'll lie next to you...'

Right. I grinned at him, but narrowed my eyes. I'm not an easy, desperate woman.

'We'll just lie down.' He said laughing.

He'd read my thoughts! How embarrassing, I instantly felt guilty for having had them and apologetic for assuming he was out to seduce me. Get over yourself, I inwardly chastised myself. He's much younger than you are. I lay down on the mattress, my knees next to his, my calves and feet dangling over the bottom edge.

'Oh yeah!' I said in that self-congratulary yet irresistible way you do when something feels so overwhelmingly satisfying.

I closed my eyes. Truth is; I'd forgotten the delivery boy was there, I felt so relaxed.

'I dunno, there was that time in Wiltshire...'

Wiltshire! Wiltshire was a good couple of hours away.

'That one rose amazingly well.'

Wherever Wiltshire was, that wasn't the voice of the young man I'd been talking to. Neither was it my husband.

'Zane? What is going on?'

I opened my eyes. There was two of them. Of course, there was two of them, delivery men always travelled in twos — in case any customers cause trouble, I suppose. This one was as young and strapping as Zane.

'We're trying out the non-roll together.'

'Hop on.' I giggled.

The situation was getting more ridiculous by the minute. But, my body started its sparking again and I found myself cursing the non-roll together. I closed my eyes again. At least if I did that, the boys either side of me might not be able to read my thoughts, would they? I found myself wishing that they would.

True to Zane's word; the mattress did indeed remain level. A hand depressed my belly, just shy of my hip. The new boy had "hopped on" and I wasn't sure what I should I do. Should I move the hand? That would be a very pointed reaction. Should I ignore it? Perhaps he hadn't meant to put it there, its position had just been an accident, a necessary stabilising action to his "hopping on".

The hand moved away. Now, I really wasn't sure what to do — I wanted it to come back. I lay still, awkwardly, brazenly aware that in this lying position, the obvious rise and fall of my breasts would look impressive. There was movement. I sensed it was above me, the mattress was unshakeable. I opened my eyes. What I saw was undeniably arousing.

Zane and the new guy were obviously a little more than colleagues, and very good at their job they were too. They were kissing. The new boy had rested his hand at the back of Zane's neck, both had their eyes closed, their lashes laying blissfully on their young luscious cheeks, their lips entwined, their jaws working, massaging, their tongues no doubt licking.

The sparking that the promise of promiscuous sex had started expanded to a throbbing. My entire body burned. The boys were so close, the pleasure of their kissing puffing on breaths expelled between sucks. The throbbing throughout my body intensified.

Each boy had anchored a hand on the bed. Zane, for his part had a spare one; it wavered in the air above my waist not knowing where to put itself. I bit my lip and watched it. Zane settled it on my belly, his fingers tucked tantalisingly under the flap of my shorts' zipper. I exhaled long and low, my mind raced with the aching desire for a way to get his fingers under the shorts; without being barefaced slutty of course.

'I'm sorry,' the newcomer announced, 'Zane's difficult to resist.'

I shrugged. He sat up, pulling his t-shirt over his head. I swallowed deeply at the sight of his muscles as they rippled under his smooth, sumptuous skin. In his spare time he must work-out.

'Now I feel overdressed.' I said.

Okay, so that was a come-on if ever you heard one. Zane smiled ruefully, the new boy smiled at me, I smiled apologetically back. My mind was panickily repeating otherwise though: don't go, don't go.

'So what do you want to do?' he said.

Now, I didn't know what to say. How should I know? I've never done this sort of thing before. Zane slid his own t-shirt off as he slunk off the bed, he shuffled and placed himself between my dangling calves. My body tensed. He stretched up and with fingers deftly familiar with this sort of thing, threaded my belt loose of its pin. In preparation for what he might find, I sucked my tummy in. He popped the buttons out of the holes. The shorts fell open, the air swamped my hot loins, momentarily drying my wet thong. The position was now much more compromising and not at all ridiculous.

I tipped my head back, my mouth opening, my eyes staring innocently, enquiring at the boy on the bed. He answered with a kiss, covering my mouth with his. The kiss was so unrestrained, I gasped under it. Zane worked quickly, his hands dexterous, his fingers knowing. He removed my shorts. I gasped again. A waft of Zane's breath sought to cool my swollen pussy. I arched and tensed again. The thong was wet through. He removed it.

My breathing was coming fast and full now. I was exposed, half-on and half-off my bed, the boy at my knees kissing, nipping and panting gentle breaths over my leaking clit, a boy on my bed kissing, probing and sucking at my mouth. I had to do something.

From under the kiss, I tried to speak. I arched and strained my loins. Zane grasped my thighs and licked me fully from the bottom of my opening to around my vulva. I cried out. The boy at my face released me. Zane moved. He climbed back onto the bed, hooking me under my arms and hoisting me further up. My twitching legs dragging onto the new and enduring mattress. In response, I grabbed the other boy's shorts, his cock was hard under the material, he was straining to get out. So, I did the same to Zane, sitting the other side of me. Both boys flinched at the touch. I grinned. Their bodies wanted this as much as mine did.

Surprising myself with my lack of fumbling, I one-handedly undid both boys. Even more surprising, I scraped away both pairs of shorts, underwear as well. I couldn't leave this now. I clasped both rock-hard cocks, shocked not only by my own scandalous behaviour, but by the rigidity of them.

The boys rose up on their knees, their hands useless at their sides.

'I'm so sorry,' Zane said, 'I never meant for this to happen.'

His mate hissed in agreement. Too late, I thought wickedly and began squeezing, rubbing, pulsing and massaging. They fell together, kissing manfully, threading their fingers through the back of each other's hair, twisting and tugging as I pulled and pressed. Their cocks both became moistened with the early signs of what was to come. I stopped. What should I do now? I'd seen the movies; my husband and I watched them together, I'd just never thought they might be true.

Once again, it was like Zane read my mind. He pulled free of his mate and edging closer to me, if that were possible, lightly placed his palm over my hot pussy. The touch was like ice cubes on a campfire...and my body responded. My throbbing was so intense he must've felt it. He fanned the flames, inserting a finger, jerking it out and pushing it back in.

'More.' I said as though possessed.

I tightened my hold on his cock. He stopped. I released and enfolded his mate's in my hand. The boy gasped.

'Again.' I begged.

Zane obliged. My body flew into raptures, pulses duelled up and down my entire length, competing for attention. He kneaded my vulva, pressing down on the pelvis with his hand, teasing the clit with his fingering.

'Don't stop.' I breathed, writhing and squirming under his probing.

Zane stopped. I looked up, I swear my eyes were bloodshed. His mate was holding his wrist, he glared into his eyes. Then, slowly, he looked at me.

'Suck me?' he said.

'Suck you?' I replied, 'Just touch me again.'

The boy let go of his lover. Zane fondled with me again, he stroked and caressed, but he didn't enter.

'No, not that.' I whined.

The other boy pinched my t-shirt between his fingers and wrenched it up over my head. In a single swipe he displaced and tossed away my bra. I was naked. He winked at Zane. Zane jammed a finger inside me. I yelped. His mate clasped my nipples in his fingers, he flicked them before blowing and licking them.

'Touch me,' I moaned, 'You said, you'd touch me.'

The boy released one breast, he grasped my vulva where Zane let him, and between them they kneaded and massaged, probed and jabbed, kissed, bit and blew on me until the fire inside roared. And then the boy climbed over me, he sat astride and angled his cock toward my mouth. I didn't care, I'd have done anything to keep that feeling going. Zane had slid between my legs again, he held them at the fold of my knees and shunted me into place. I felt his hot, wet cock twitch at the entrance to my body between the lips of my vulva.

A thud. Outside. On the driveway below my window. The three guilty parties on the bed froze, all manner of mischievousness gone. I tipped the boy off as Zane, dropped my legs. Scrambling back into clothes, I made for the door. Somehow, I knew Zane and his lover would be doing the same.

I started down the stairs and at just over half-way, the door opened, and my husband entered. He stood there, staring at me. With Zane and his mate behind me, my dishevelled appearance confessed all.

I opened my mouth to gush my apologies, berate myself and pour out my hopes that he wouldn't hate me to the end of my days. But I knew I was wrong.

'Looks like you have some unfinished business.' He said, 'The mattress alright is it?'

'I'm so sorry.' I said.

'You were late this morning, Gentlemen,' he said, he sounded professional, business like, cold, 'What exactly have you been doing with my wife?'

I hung my head. My husband kicked the door shut behind him. I wasn't sure where this was heading. He yanked me close to him. I stumbled, falling into him. He removed my belt and doubling it on itself, slapped it once or twice. He stared at the boys on the stairs. Then he stared at me, I could feel his eyes as they bored into me. Strangely, they didn't seem full of hurt.

When I raised my head, my hands had been tied together with the belt.

'I think she needs to be taught a lesson.'

My body regressed straight back to throbbing wildly. So far, our bondage sessions had been purely between us, this was the next step I'd avoided. Why? I didn't speak, I couldn't, I didn't trust myself not to beg to be touched again.

'I think you know the way,' he addressed the boys on the stairs.

They turned and bounded back up. My husband winked at me.

'Anytime, you're not happy with this, you just tell me and it stops.' He whispered.

I smiled. I was wet already. He led me by the belt back to the mattress.

'Touch me.' I said, 'Who first?'

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