I've read a lot of stories here and elsewhere over the years and I thought this one was worth sharing. It was the surprisingly small details and descriptions that I found interesting and is the kind of thing that holds my attention. You'll know what I mean if you read it to the end. I'm not suggesting this story is true or if it was even written by a woman.
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Found on the newsgroups. Reposted without permission (permission to repost not requested). Identity of the poster is not credited for privacy.
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Dear Diary,
Well, it's been quite a while since I have written, but there really hasn't
been a lot to write about. We have had a few nice times with Mike, spending
time in the hot tub, ice baths, and such, even went to work again after
fucking both of them. I really like that, it makes the night at work so
much better, every vibration of the forklift bring up even better vibrations
from my body, but last time it happened, there was so much other things
going on in my life that I just never got around to writing about it.
Recently, Tim has been mulling over an idea, and he finally told me about
it. He really wanted to hear Mike and me enjoying each other when he wasn
't present. First, he wanted me to stop by after work, and call his cell
phone, putting him on speaker and letting him hear everything. I really
didn't like this whole idea, because it would feel too much like real
cheating, but the idea of role playing that I was visiting my boyfriend
without his knowledge was interesting. Finally, Tim came up with a better
idea. This time, we would both go to Mike's place, but he wouldn't follow
me inside, not even into the yard. He was to stay in the garage while I
went inside, calling his phone on the way, and get things started.
I'll
have to admit when he told me about his idea (actually sent me an e- mail to
read) my pussy began to lube up immediately. We talked about it a little, I
wasn't sure how Mike would react to the idea, and I sent a copy of the
e-mail with an addition, to Mike, basically asking for his ideas on the
subject. He popped an e-mail back indicating that he was cool with the
whole thing and he would call us when he got back from lunch. Tim and I set
about choosing my outfit. I decided to wear my tight pink, see through
shirt, a thong and a pair of black stretch pants with pockets for the phone,
wearing a sweatshirt over the pink top for appearances sake. We made
arraignments to drop our daughters off with friends, and set out to town.
It seemed to talk a while for Mike to call, but finally, he did.
We drove
over, and Tim stayed in the garage, while I made my way inside, calling
Tim's phone as I went. The mood was perfect. As soon as I walked in the
door, he was right there, his hands on my body, my mouth on his neck, his on
mine. It wasn't long before I was trying to get my hands under his shirt,
more turned on than I thought I would be. He suggested that we go upstairs,
and I eagerly headed that way. Once again, the minute we got there, we were
all over each other. I got his shirt off, and began to fumble with his
pants, finally getting the button open and getting my hands inside, finding
no underwear, just his cock, ready and waiting for my attentions.
I'm not
used to finding this, as Tim has always worn underwear, it is quite
different. I think I like not having to fight with an elastic waist band,
after struggling with a jeans button. He took over and finished removing
the jeans, then began to caress my breasts through my shirt, working his way
to the bottom of my top and slowly pulling it over my head. He began to run
his hands over my ribs, my breasts, my belly. After a minute of that, he
led me to the side of the bed where I took the phone out of my pocket and
laid it on the bedside table. That was the last time I thought about the
phone or Tim for a while. Mike put his hand down the front of my pants and
commented on how wet I was already, I told him that anticipation will do
that. He pushed my pants down and began to finger my pussy, pushing the
thong out of the way. I began to cream even harder and my legs started to
buckle, slightly. I have no idea how long that went on, but not very long,
for soon I was shedding my pants and socks, and Mike was helping me out of
my thong. He climbed on the bed, and I climbed up as well. I stayed on my
knees, my ass in the air, as I started to work on his cock, slurping it in
and massaging his balls in my hand. He started back to work on my pussy
with his fingers, alternating deep thrusts with tickling my clit as I felt
his cock growing in my mouth. I was very surprised to feel him deliver a
sharp slap to my ass. I jumped slightly as I felt my pussy react strongly.
He spanked me a couple of more times as I continued my attentions to his
cock, sucking and squeezing, swallowing and slurping, nibbling on his balls
and sucking them in, too.
He wasn't finished with surprising me yet. After a while, he said he wanted
to try something different and guided me onto my knees, doggy style. He
guided his cock into my pussy and began a slow rhythm with deep thrusts. I
could feel every inch and curve along the walls of my pussy, and he very
quickly brought me to an orgasm, the first of many I would have that
afternoon. But I knew that wouldn't last long, as I know he has problems
with his back. That is why I was surprised by the position in the first
place. Sure enough, soon it was clear that we needed to change positions,
so before long, I was on top, riding away. I think the change of positions
is what did it, but before long, but not before I had orgasmed again, he was
starting to soften up on me, so I went back to sucking him. I got him nice
and hard again and climbed back on top. By this time, I was sweating, my
body slick, and my breasts tingling wildly. I could feel myself responding
to the hard cock in my pussy, and began to fuck him hard. I lost count of
how many times I came before I had to slow down and he started to do the
thrusting, slow and deep, fingers flicking my clit once in a while.
I
started to caress my breasts and body, rising and falling with his rhythm as
he thrust in me. Finally I heard him grunt and felt him go off, deep in my
pussy. By this time, my legs were shaking and my body was very slick with
sweat. I rolled off of him and flopped down on the bed, too spent to move,
but I knew that I wasn't finished. I just lay there, watching Mike put his
clothes back on as he went to let Tim know that we were finished.
Tim was soon coming up the stairs and started to undress as he rounded the
corner. I watched him come toward me, loving the sight of his body as he
peeled off his clothes. He asked me a few questions, and I tried to answer
him, then he was beside me, kissing me deeply, and fingering me deep and
hard. He offered me his cum covered fingers to suck off, and I slurped them
dry, tasting myself, Mike, and unfortunately, cologne (yuk). I didn't
really have much time to react to that as Tim went down on me, tonguing my
clit, and sucking on my pussy lips. I twined my fingers in his hair,
wanting to pull him closer and feeling my body begin to spasm. My legs and
arms began to twitch with the total pleasure being visited on me.
It was
all I could do to just lay there and moan and twitch like a landed fish. I
expected to get my mouth on his cock, but that wasn't to happen this time.
He asked me if I wanted to ride, and I never hesitated. I climbed up and
started to buck wildly, feeling my pussy contract over and over again, the
waves of passion washing over me. I was almost shocked to feel his cock pop
out of me. He told me later that my pussy was contracting so hard that I
literally squeezed him out!! It has been quite a while since that has
happened. Soon I felt him explode deep inside me, bringing me to yet
another very strong orgasm. As we slowed down, he made sure to move again
several times, just to feel my reaction. It causes my pussy to clamp down
again and my body to shudder hard. For some reason, he thinks this is
funny.
Earlier, I had issued a challenge. I had said that I wondered if the two of
them could fuck my lights out. I would have to say that they succeeded, at
least for the moment. My legs felt like jelly, my mouth was dry as sand,
and my pussy was throbbing. Tim asked me if I could go again, and I had to
admit that I really needed something to drink and a bit of a rest before
having any more, so he got dressed and went down stairs to get me a drink.
It took me a while to get my legs under me, and I was still fumbling around,
trying to find my clothes when he returned with my drink. I had no idea
what was in store for the rest of the afternoon, but I needed to get back on
planet Earth.
I finally managed to get my clothes on, and went downstairs to find the guys
outside at the picnic table, getting ready to barbecue. I was still wobbly,
and the guys had to pick on me a little as it took me a little while to
manage to light my cigarette. We talked for a while, and I was beginning to
feel better, ready for more action, when one of our daughters called, saying
she was on her way over. I thought that was going to be the end of the fun
until we got home, but it turned out that I was wrong. Our daughter
arrived, and we discussed her algebra homework for a while. I don't think
we were very much help as she finally gave up when her phone rang.
She was
on the phone with her friend, and griping at us for being too loud.
Finally, she went into the hot tub room and I announced that I was drunk.
Tim said "Good, lets go upstairs." And I said "OK". He kind of raised his
eyebrows, but didn't hesitate. We dashed inside and up the stairs, peeling
out of our clothes as soon as we got all the way up. I started to suck on
him, needing him to get hard for me, needing to feel him fuck me again. It
didn't take long, and he was very hard, and I threw my leg over for another
ride. We rode fast and hard, galloping our way to a spectacular finish with
me managing to squeeze him out yet again. I don't think we were even gone
for five minutes when we were heading back down stairs again, pulling on
clothes as we went. I felt so naughty, I couldn't stop giggling.
Before long, our other daughter showed up and both girls announced that they
were going for a walk. This served my purposes well, and it wasn't long
after they left that I offered Mike a chance at sloppy seconds.
He was
hesitant at first, but after about ten minutes of persuasion, he finally
agreed. I was hoping for yet another fuck, but, alas, it wasn't to be. I
had just managed to suck him hard when we heard Tim announce that the kids
were back. Not the conclusion I was hoping for, but it had been fun anyway.
I still feel a little guilty about leaving Mike without finishing, but there
was nothing I could do about it. I guess I will have to fix that next time.
As I write this, Tim is lying on the bed behind me, and I know that my day
is far from over. With a little luck, I should be in a good mood for days
after all of this. I hope to have some good adventures to write about
again, soon.