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My name is Ava and my appearance can be most deceiving. I am butter wouldn’t melt on the exterior yet something altogether wholly debauched dwells inside. I have a confession to make. It’s about my little private obsession. Yes, I have my very own dirty little secret: I am a voyeur through and through.
I was hooked at a young age. I would spy on the neighbors, ducking under my bedroom windowsill if one of them happened to glance in my direction. I would gleefully creep around, startling people when they realised I had been there all along without them knowing. I learnt to find great places in which I could conceal myself which had an added benefit of always having a multitude of hiding places when I needed to make myself scarce. However, it wasn’t until I was about eleven years old that my favourite pastime took on a darker meaning.
It happened one night, at a sleepover at my friend’s house. After we had worn ourselves out with noisy fits of laughter and raucous chatter, we finally dozed off to sleep late into the night. I awoke in the early hours of the morning, desperate to pee after having guzzled my own body weight in fizzy cola. Creeping along the dark landing I sleepily made my way to the bathroom. I was only vaguely aware in my drowsy state of soft and muffled voices. I didn’t think anything of it and got on with what I had to do before navigating my way back down the landing. Then I stopped in my tracks on clearly hearing a low moan which was accompanied by a succession of whimpers. Listening intently, I felt a twinge of concern, worried that someone must be crying or even be hurt somewhere in the house. A louder groan urged me to follow the sound towards the master bedroom where my friend’s parents were sleeping. I held my breath as I stood outside their door, straining my ears and hoping like mad that I wouldn’t get caught.
Then I heard a soft chuckle…. Then a sigh and a man’s low husky voice talking to somebody else in the room. I noticed that the door wasn’t completely shut and peering through the narrow opening I was shocked at what I saw.
My friend’s parents were in bed but they were definitely not asleep. I couldn’t tell where one body started and another ended as they both writhed and moved all over the mattress. My friend’s mother had her head thrown back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I gasped softly in the darkness as I saw her naked breasts bouncing up and down. My friend’s father had his back to me but he appeared to be pistoning the lower half of his body back and forth between the woman’s legs in earnest. His actions made her cry out but I realised at that point that she wasn’t hurt or upset. I could not explain what I was watching, I was just a naive young girl. What I did know was that I felt strange; hot all over and shaky too. I felt riveted to the spot, fascinated by the sight of them both and also by the effect their slick entwined bodies had on me.
So my obsession developed from there on out, although I didn’t divulge the fact to a single soul. I went from spying on the neighbours as they went about their daily business, to rummaging through my parent’s wardrobes and drawers when they were out. I discovered her small hoard of sex toys and my Father’s stash of pornographic magazines that were stuffed at the very back of one of their cupboards. I would sneak one back to my bedroom, making sure first that I was alone in the house, before slowly staring at each page in turn. The whole time I was learning, gathering fuel to feed my ever growing fascination.
I would gaze at the numerous photographs of women with their legs splayed wide open, displaying their most intimate and private parts for all to see and I would sit there on my bed, breathlessly drinking in every image. I would devour each picture of pussy (or if I was lucky to find a more hardcore magazine, a cock!) before going on to read all the sexy stories sent in by the readers until I knew them all word for word. That is how I came to learn the proper term for my keen and avid interest. I was a voyeur.
Several years later, a fully grown young woman and a million light years away from being an innocent, I had experienced more than a taste for sex. University opened up all kinds of doors socially and I found it easy to casually discard my virginity, finally getting to experience a real cock first hand. I soon developed a huge appetite for it too and wasted no time in racking up a collection of conquests. I have always been inquisitive and adventurous and I seized every chance I could to build on my sexual experiences.
Then I met Carter one night at a party and we fast became involved as boyfriend and girlfriend. He was my first love if you like, I was infatuated with him and yes, of course, I lusted after him like something gone crazy. We would snatch every available opportunity to get hot and sweaty together. Any excuse we would get and we would be fucking like rabbits with hardly any concern as to where we happened to be at the time or who may have caught us in the act. I personally got such a rush from that risk of being discovered; it was both dangerous and thrilling. Carter and I would sneak off to the woods in the University grounds or get right down to it on the backseat of his mate’s car, even in the cinema! Back then we couldn’t have kept our hands off one another if we had tried.
It was after a night out clubbing with friends that we got invited back to a house party. I remember it well, after all it was the night that confirmed my secret fetish once and for all. The house was heaving with people, everyone was in high spirits and far from ready to call it a night. The group of friends we were with were all high or drunk, most likely both, ourselves included. I happened to be dancing in the lounge amongst a tight throng of people when Carter found me.He openly gazed at me whilst I danced provocatively. I thrived on the attention my man was showing me and moved my body seductively to draw him to me. He whispered in my ear that he wanted me right then and there, to which I responded by grinding myself up against him. The raw desire was mutual between us and highly intoxicating. Taking my hand, Carter led me into the busy hallway where it was a little less crowded. We kissed each other furiously then, our hands roaming all over one another. I suggested that we venture upstairs to which he smiled and pulled me up the stairs to the second floor. Choosing a door, we sneaked inside a dark bedroom where we resumed our frenzied tryst, falling onto the bed, already half undressed and panting for more. So utterly engrossed in each other, we didn’t notice when another amorous couple came creeping into the room, obviously with the same idea in mind as Carter and I.
It was a little reminiscent of that night years before when I had stood on my friend’s dark landing. It was the soft sound of a girl’s laugh that alerted us to the fact we had company. Smiling at Carter in the darkness, I continued to suck him off only more noisily than before, making him groan out loud with pleasure. And so began an exchange between us and the other couple; a volley of moans and groans as we competed with one another, growing more vocal with each wet sound and lustful dirty talk. Both Carter and I were immensely turn on by this point and really going hell for leather. But best of all, the other couple actually took a breather to watch our sexy performance. Knowing that we had a captive audience trebled our desire and we fucked harder for everybody’s mutual enjoyment. Then it was our turn to watch them as they writhed and twisted wildly before us in the shadows. Whilst we didn’t get involved physically with either of them, the whole experience was completely wild and uninhibited within the intimacy of the four bedroom walls. It’s still one of my favourite raunchy memories from back then; an experience that paved the way in my quest of self discovery not to mention my passion for voyeurism.
Perhaps I will divulge a few more juicy stories to you sometime, but for now you will have to excuse me. I have a date with my binoculars and a ridiculously hot guy who lives just across the street with whom I have a very discreet and intimate arrangement!….
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Captain Stamina is one of our most popular writers. He and his wife Lexi share a very long series of stories called "The Marriage Chronicles", this series has been very, very popular! To read the full series you need to join our community so you can access the full erotic library. But if you want please feel free to enjoy this first delicious episode...
From my wife Lexi:
Ethan and I got married in a simple civil ceremony in Florida during the month of August. We had only two old friends in attendance: Jay, his best man, and Courtney, my maid of honor. It was a nice poetic twist, since we’d filled those roles at their wedding a few years before. Afterward, Ethan and I hopped a cruise ship for a vacation that we’d both always wanted to take.
I truly did not regret that we didn’t have a big church wedding. It would have seemed like a strange climax after living together for almost a year, and all the history we had together beforehand. Plus, since my mom had passed away that dream had somehow died within me; and it would have to wait until I had a daughter of my own to be reborn.
No one else seemed bothered by this either. My dad was quite happy for us to elope and run off to Florida. My brothers certainly didn’t care. I guess if anyone felt any sense of loss, it was probably Ethan’s mom, though she had the good grace never to complain about it.
When we got back, we dumped our old apartment, pooled our funds, got a loan and bought our first house. It was a simple one story Ranch in an older neighborhood just outside the city, but it was our’s and we were happy. And that’s when the real fun began.
Not that the honeymoon wasn’t fun. It was exciting and a blast just because of the adrenaline and the newness of calling him my husband and all. But let’s be honest, Ethan and I first had sex during our freshman year of college. After my mom died, I’d had to move back home with my dad four hours away. Things drifted away. We still met and slept together every time we did, but that eventually faded due to the distance and time apart. Then, when we got back together after our respective graduate schools we moved in and made up for lost time with a vengeance. And so, sex on the honeymoon was not a new chapter. It was just a continuation. But after we bought that house, that’s when Ethan hit me with a new chapter.
“Fantasy fulfillment nights,” he said, walking into the kitchen one Saturday morning with two notebooks pens.
“What?” I asked, sipping my coffee.
“I want you to write down every sexual fantasy that you’ve ever had, that either hasn’t been fulfilled or that you’re dying to do again. Put it in the notebook. Then every Friday we do one, one of your’s, one of mine, one of your’s, and so on and so forth.”
“Seriously,” I grinned.
“Yes, and it doesn’t matter how outrageous. If you’ve ever wanted it, write it down.”
“Can we add to this list, you know … over time.”
“Absolutely,” he said, “I mean … we’ve got the next sixty years together. I don’t think you’re gonna stop fantasizing between today and the end, do you?”
I laughed, “No, I sure won’t. But how do we choose which one’s to do?”
“When it’s your week, I’ll pick from your list and set it up as a surprise. When it’s my week, you do the same. That way we know that it will be something we want, but it will be a nice little surprise when we get it.”
I snickered and took a notebook and pen. “Okay, sounds like fun.” It only took me about ten minutes of writing, spilling out the lascivious details of my fantasies on the page before I had to go and ask him an important question, “Third parties, allowed or … no?”
Now when Ethan and I had dated our Freshman year, we’d been free and easy. We’d gone to swap parties on a monthly basis at my sorority, exchanging boyfriends with my Greek sisters. But then during the dating months when we found each other again, we were strictly monogamous. And after we’d moved in together, during that year we’d had one swap early on, but then nothing. After that, and certainly since getting married, we were strictly monogamous again. And so, I’m being very honest when I say that I didn’t really no the answer to my question. But I did know that I was willing to give him whatever he wanted.
He pursed his lips for a moment and threw it back at me, “What do you want to do?”
“Uh … well,” I said. “I have several of those fantasies … always have …”
“Me too,” he said, “But …”
“But … I would hate for us to do something that threatens … us, you know.”
“Agreed,” he said. “Write em down. We’ll play it by ear and make a covenant never to do anything dangerous or threatening to us as a couple.”
I grinned and shrugged. “Okay,” I said. Truth was, none of the previous swaps had ever threatened our emotional commitment to each other. So I doubted it would happen now.
The following Friday night Ethan and I began giving each other Fantasy fulfillment nights; and it was absolutely wonderful. Every Friday morning I began to get wet with anticipation, no matter whose turn it was. And then afterwards, the fun of what we’d done carried us through the whole next week, as we recreate, laughed over and basically fucking the socks off each other.
My initial fantasies that he fulfilled had to do with bondage, which I have a lot of, and with sex in places where there is a discovery risk, like elevators, dance floors, etc. Ethan arranged all of these beautifully. His initial fantasies had to do with quirky locations like fountains, different outfits and role plays. And I had a whole lot of fun planning and getting these together.
Both of us had a significant number of fantasies involving third parties written in our notebooks. But for the first six months of marriage, neither of us even touched on these. I sometimes wondered whether we would ever touch on these. But in our six month of marriage, February, Ethan surprised the hell out of me by choosing the Friday closest to Valentine’s for our first fantasy fulfillment night involving a third party.
I knew it was my Friday to have a fantasy fulfilled, and when I asked Ethan if we were going out or staying home, he said “home.” I figured that it would probably be one of my bondage, masturbation, toy or even a fun with food fantasy. And I decided to do some my own preparations as well.
I went home early and decorated for the night. I put on some red satin sheets that I’d bought, lit candles throughout the bedroom and used his favorite perfume liberally. I got a bottle of ice chilled wine, two crystal champagne glasses and selected some nice romantic music to play in the background. I even took the time to scatter rose petals over the sheets, fake ones that I’d found in a slinky lingerie store. Then after making sure the room was perfect I set to work on myself.
Earlier that week, I’d gone shopping in the same slinky lingerie store that had the rose petals; and I’d found the perfect outfit. It was a black bra and panty set with pink trim, pink bows where the bra straps connected and best of all, it had pink velcro connecting both the bra, right at the cleavage, and the panties, right at the crotch. Thus, there was easy and immediate access both top and bottom, just like you would have with crotchless panties; and if things got really passionate, the two pieces could even be torn away without ruining them, LOL. The fabric itself was a black shiny satin and the panties were a hot Brazilian cut.
Of course, I fell in love with the outfit the moment I saw it. Along with it, I bought some long black mesh fingerless gloves that connected between my pinky and ring fingers and some new black spiked three inch heels. Because after all, such a delicious outfit definitely needed to have a new pair of shoes!
I got all of it ready, got my hair pulled back with lush dark curls spilling over one shoulder, checked the time and when it was close for him to come home, I positioned myself on the bed and waited.
Right on cue, I heard the front door open. My heart began skipping beats. I grinned in excitement, waiting for him to see me, and … started to get really, really wet.
Ethan entered the room in his suit, carrying his gym bag. He saw me and stared with wide happy eyes.
“Hey,” I said, giving him a teasing grin.
Without saying anything, he moved forward leaned down and kissed me with a slow, passionate, tongue probing kiss that stole my breath away.
“You have your diaphragm in?” he asked as he drew his lips away, his eyes sparkling.
“Of course,” I grinned. “Unless you want me to take it out and start trying to have a family tonight.”
“Not tonight,” he said.
To be honest, I was a little puzzled that he’d asked the question. After all, he’d never asked it before.
In case you’re curious, I’ve been a diaphragm girl since I was sixteen. I initially got a prescription for one by stealing my cousin’s college student ID and going to the university health center in my home town. I posed as her and got fitted. This served my purposes perfectly, because I was ready to have sex but didn’t want to be burdened with trying to get and renew and regularly purchase the pill. After I got the diaphragm, along with a handy tube of spermicidal gel, I loved it. For one thing, it was easy and I never even knew it was there after I put it in, and neither did my partners. For another thing, It evidently worked, cuz I never got pregnant.
Then after I turned eighteen and finally got the pill, I hated it. As you know, it fools the body into thinking you’re pregnant so an egg isn’t released. The bad part for me, was that screwed up my hormones and basically killed my previously very significant libido. I suppose I could have gone back to the doctor and tried other prescriptions. But I didn’t. I just chucked the pills in the trash can and went back to being a diaphragm girl.
The only problem I ever had with diaphragms, as you might well guess, is that they do a lousy job if their sitting in the medicine cabinet or inside the night stand during intercourse. I have never known a diaphragm in the whole history of birth control to be effective in preventing pregnancy while it was sitting in a night stand. LOL. And the failure to always have it in and ready mixed with the reality of spontaneous passion, occasionally caused me to have a lot of angst as I quietly waited for the monthly good news of my period.
But all of this is beside the point. The point I was trying to make before I chased that rabbit trail was that Ethan never asked if I was “protected.” He just let me take care of that. And his attitude after the occasional night stand lapse had always been, “Well if you get pregnant, you get pregnant, and we’ll have a beautiful baby.” – Fine for him, of course, not so great from my own personal point of view. But at least I could accept this attitude with equanimity as a statement of love and lifelong commitment towards myself.
But tonight … he was asking.
My puzzlement was brief though, because he dispelled all other thoughts by standing up, unzipping his gym bag and pulling out three sets of handcuffs.
My eyes glittered.
And then I grinned from ear to ear, as the cuffs were followed by a black blindfold. – I have many blindfold fantasies. ; )
Ethan without a word proceeded to handcuff my hands together above my head, looping the chain around one of the rails in our headboard. Then he quickly stretched out my legs and handcuffed each ankle to a rail of the footboard, making me spread eagle. – I’d chosen a metal bedframe before we moved in specifically so we could tie each other up easily. – After that, he leaned in, kissed me softly, his breath hot on my neck and tied the blindfold in place, being careful not to include any of my hair in the knot.
“Kinky,” I giggled as everything went pitch black.
“Shh,” he said, putting a finger to my lips, which I proceeded to suck for all of two seconds while he left it there.
He lowered his head again and slowly kissed my neck in just the way I love. I instantly had a hot tingling sensation running up my spine. Then he raised his moist lips to mine and our tongues met and explored for several moments. He pulled his mouth away and the next thing I heard were his footsteps leaving the bedroom.
There was no other sound for several minutes. I started to get nervous. “Hey Ethan,” I called. “Handcuffed, blindfolded girl in the bedroom, what’s going on. …. I’m feeling … lonely. … Ethan!”
I sighed and tried to relax, taking deep breaths and recapturing the fun as I waited for the unexpected whatever was next. Maybe it will be ice, I thought and giggled. Then I began trying the mentally think through my various blindfold fantasies. Which one was it tonight?
I must have been deep in thought, cuz I didn’t hear anyone come in. But suddenly there were hands reaching down and gently undoing the front of my bra, exposing my breasts. I grinned and gave a little purr. – Ethan loves it when I purr. – The manly hands began exploring and kneading my C cups; and my nipples hardened from excitement. A head leaned down and a tongue flicked across one of those nips, causing my loins to warm with desire.
And that … that is when … I felt … another set of hands. It was a set of hands … I did not know!
I gasped and stiffened, “Shh,” Ethan murmured and snickered.
“Ethan?” I whispered urgently
But before I could even finish a thought, I felt another person lean over me and a set of lips softly kissing the inside of my thigh.
The fantasy immediately flashed into my mind then, the one I’d written down probably six months ago in that notebook. I’d casually written, “Bound, blindfold sex with a complete stranger.”
“Ethan …,” I started again, a weird mixture of panic and excitement rising in my gut.
But I stopped … I wasn’t sure what to say. Did I want this or not? Did I trust … my husband’s judgment regarding the man kissing my inner thigh?
The lips moved higher, hot breath brushed over my panty clad honey pot, fingers brushed, I gave a soft moan and thought, … yes … I do want this.
The hands began moving, both Ethan’s and the other man’s. They opened my bra, opened my panties and pulled those away as I lifted my ass for them. Then they began caressing.
I gasped. “Shh, relax” Ethan said, being the one closest to my head.
I obeyed, trying to settle in and enjoy the unknown. Then I realized that I was enjoying it without even settling. In fact, I was getting hornier by the moment simply from the knowledge that I was lying completely naked and spread open before a man I didn’t know and couldn’t see.
And hell, I didn’t even know if they were undressed yet or not! For all I knew they could be hovering over me in three piece suits and ties. But I couldn’t dwell on that because the hands were moving, caressing, kneading exploring. Then Ethan’s mouth was on my breast, sucking and nibbling at my nipple. As of yet, the unknown man had just breathed on my clit, kissed my inner thigh and only touched my legs. But I knew it had to be any moment that he would go further and the anticipation quickly began to get the best of me. “Please,” I whispered as Ethan pleasured my breasts and the tension built my excitement. I tried to raise my hips up to meet where I knew the mouth must be. But I met nothing.
Ethan withdrew his head then and shifted all the way onto the bed. At the same time the other man pulled back from where he had been leaning over the side and climbed all the way onto the bed as well, moving between my legs. I felt bare legs touching mine and knew then that he must be naked.
I waited as they moved and then I felt Ethan pressing his stiff cock, the mushroom head, lightly against my lips, tracing them with a dab of precum
I licked out, teasing the tip with my tongue, then opened my mouth for him, but he only teased me with it.
I giggled, but then gasped again as I suddenly felt the face of my unknown lover buried in my shaven snatch, licking deep between my labia, then rasing his mouth up to such my clit like a lollipop.
I moaned and my whole body suddenly came alive with lust.
The next few minutes were utterly delectable as I rocked my groin upward against his mouth and tongue. His finger went inside of me, first one and then two, pumping in and out with a sweet eagerness. Ethan, leaning over my head, ran the underside of his wonderful his cock over my lips. Occasionally sliding it into my mouth, but mostly just letting me lick it. It made me giggle; and his hand cupping, kneading my breast, pulling and twisting on the nipple had me dizzy with pleasure.
In fact, everything, all of it had me awash in a sea of pleasure; and the whole time the smoldering heat in my loins was building … building … building.
“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, my whole body flushed with heat and trembling with need.
Suddenly the mouth and fingers disappeared from my hot flower. “No!” I begged … literally begged.
But then I felt him moving, hovering and a hard shaft bumped against the inside of my thigh. My heart raced, my breath grew even more ragged. There was a light pressure of a cock head sliding up and down between my labia. I raised my hips upward, urging him.
Then suddenly … sweet delicious … fullness as my lower lips spread around hard flesh and he moved deeper, driving his manhood into my smoldering core.
Ethan withdrew, sliding off the bed as the other man entered me, leaving all my focus on him as he lowered himself down on my chest, slid his arms under mine and began to thrust for all he was worth.
Oh how I wanted to grip his shoulders, to run my fingers through the hair of this unknown man who was driving me wild, to beg him to fuck me harder and faster, to hold him tight till I felt his cum hit the walls of my pussy. But I couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it and tell him.
And so that’s what I did, gasping and groaning, “Harder … harder … fuck me … cum in me … cum in that cunt … yes … yes … fuck … ohhhhh … yes.”
It didn’t take me long to cum then, less than a minute after he entered me. I cried out and shook as the orgasm hit, hot spasms starting at my center and radiating out through my hips, my pussy pulsing frantically around his shaft, my body trying to writhe but hopelessly restrained by those damn cuffs.
The man pressed his cock in deep and held still during my climax. For the first time he spoke, a soft ragged whisper close to my ear saying, “Oh … yes … yes … holy … fuck … yes.”
When the orgasm began to fade, I became aware of more things. I was shaking, sweating beneath him, my skin felt flushed and tingly, his breath was raking my ear in tight gasps, my nipples were alive with sensation as his hard chest began moving up and down over them. Things I might not have noticed if I could see.
I also noticed that he was thin, athletic, not a fat guy. His body fit well against mine. I smiled against his cheek, leaned my head up and nibbled his ear lobe as he began moving again, driving that firm spike in and out, grinding his pelvic bone against my clit with each thrust, keeping me hovering at the edge of another climax.
Ethan, who I’d forgotten for a moment, moved around at the foot of the bed and unlocked the handcuffs on my ankles. Suddenly free, I was able to draw my legs up and hook them tightly around the back of my unknown lover’s thighs. His breath caught, he reached one hand down to clutch my ass and began driving harder and harder, bent on his own pleasure now.
“Yes,” I whispered again. “Yes … yes … fuck me … fill me … yes.”
His body soon began to shudder over me, “I’m gonna cum,” he said in a dark husky voice. “I need to …” He slowed starting to pull out.
“No,” I said, “Fill me.”
“You sure,” he gasped, barely hanging on.
In response, I arched my hips up and tightened my legs on the back of his. He groaned loudly and unleashed, his cock pumping furiously, shooting hot loads of jizz in my depths.
I writhed beneath him thoroughly enrapture with the wild bucking sensation inside. It was almost enough to put me over the edge again, but not quite enough.
“Lexi,” Ethan instructed, “I’m going to unlock your hands. Don’t even think about taking off that blindfold. Do you understand me?”
I nodded and tried to catch my breath, smiling broadly in the direction of his voice. Then at some prearranged signal, my unknown lover withdrew and sat back on the bed as I unlocked my legs. The handcuffs came off; and I … suddenly had to fight off an almost overwhelming urge to rip off the blindfold.
But the obedient girl won out and I didn’t. Instead, I sat up and grinned, imagining what I must look like to the two men: flushed, more than a little wild, semen seeping out of my pink.
Ethan climbed on the bed and pushed me forward on my hands and knees, my face towards my unknown lover. He reached out, brushed my cheek with his fingers and guided my mouth downward toward his slick, now semi-flaccid shaft.
I brought it to my mouth and sucked deeply, tasting my sex mixed with his spunk. He gasped as I worked it, stroking with one hand, cupping his balls with the other, milking out the last stray pulses of jism.
Behind me Ethan grabbed my hips and lifted them. I shivered and moaned as my husband, disdaining sloppy seconds, pulled my pussy back on his throbbing manhood, filling me again.
Ethan’s cock was much larger than the unknown’s, not surprising to me in the least. My ex-stripper husband has an ivory shaft that might have been crafted by Aphrodite herself. And the feel of it sliding inside of me was so beautifully familiar
I groaned around the still softening cock in my mouth as he began a slow steady thrust.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the room. My unknown lover reached forward and pleasured my tits with one hand as Ethan fucked me. With the other, he brushed back my hair, undoubtedly so he see my rapt expression as my desire began building again.
I tried to stick with his cock, but soon I couldn’t manage it. The movement and sensations in my loins were too much. I dropped it. When I did, the man in front of me lifted my head up and bent his down. His lips met mine for the first time and his tongue darted deep in my mouth to circle and dance with my own.
I raised up higher kissing him hungrily, his hand slid down to rapidly finger and massage my clit as Ethan’s shaft drove in and out. I gasped and groaned into his mouth, one man behind, one man in front: cock, fingers, mouth, tongue, his second hand coming back to my breasts, the thumb grazing my bullet hard nipple.
I lost it
Overwhelmed, I broke the kiss, cried out and dug my nails into the unknown man’s forearms as another orgasm rolled through my body.
Ethan groaned, gripped my hips hard and doubled his pace; and in another few seconds he stiffened as his cock erupted volcanically inside of me, joining my vagina in the hot Bacchanalian dance of my own climax.
“Wow,” my unknown lover breathed, his hands roaming all over my shaking body.
Ethan pulled out and I melted against the man in front of me, my trembling fingers reaching down to feel for his cock. Still soft, it hadn’t been nearly long enough, more like five minutes instead of fifteen. I sighed, put my hands around his neck and kissed him deeply, the blindfold pressing into his face as our tongues circled, more lazily now.
“Make sure she keeps the mask on,” Ethan said as he climbed off the bed.
The other man just nodded, not breaking our kiss.
I heard Ethan leave the room. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. My unknown, moved me backward on the bed, laying me down and resting on top of me again. Though his cock was soft, he straightened it, so it would press firmly against my clit as our bodies came tightly together. I drew my legs up and wrapped them around him again, feeling an intense intimacy.
“Who … are you?” I whispered between kisses.
“No one … you know,” he answered huskily.
I smiled. The two of us made out for time out of mind. I had no idea what Ethan was doing … something naughty I was sure.
Slowly I felt a hardness growing between us as my unknown’s cock recuperated. “Are you going to fuck me again,” I asked in a throaty whisper.
“Yes,” he answered.
I giggled and felt my pussy coming alive again.
“How do you want it?”
“Mmm,” I kissed him. “Let’s keep it intimate … but let me on top.”
He snickered and rolled us over to the inverted missionary. I reached between us and guided his shaft up and back inside of me. He thrust till it was nice and snug. I giggled and wriggled my hips down. Then I stretched out on his chest, frenched him and began a slow rocking of my hips.
It was intense, another buildup of passion, little sparks shooting between my hips. We fucked leisurely at first and slowly gained speed and hunger. I eventually broke our kiss to focus on what was happening further down as he thrust and ravished me from beneath.
I became vaguely aware of loud moans bouncing around the room and realized with some amusement that they were my own. I raised up, trembling again and resting my hands on his chest as I circled my hips in a little frenzy. The man laughed and slapped my ass. It felt good.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he gasped.
I couldn’t answer. I was close … so … very … close.
He slapped my ass again as I plunged my pussy on him, engulfing his cock from tip to base over and over.
He groaned and gasped, “Oh … FUCK!”, and I felt his cock begin to pulse and spurt inside of me again.
“SHIT!” I cried and doubled my efforts.
He kept cumming and suddenly I hit pay dirt for the third time, driving down on his spike, my body shivering like it was trying to exorcize a demon as the glorious waves swept through me.
“Damn,” I heard Ethan say from off to the side. I had no idea he was even in the room.
The passion left me trembly and spent. I collapsed over to the side of my unknown, laying on the bed, trying to catch my breath. After a few moments, he rolled over and off the bed. I heard a whispered conversation and then …. nothing.
The minutes ticked by. I reached down to lightly to lazily trace my lower lips, dipping my finger in the three loads running out of me and raising it to my lips to lick.
“You want some champagne with that,” Ethan suddenly asked from off to the side.
I laughed and listened I as the bottle was pulled out of the bucket, opened and poured into two glasses. I rolled over to my tummy facing that direction and waited …. Suddenly there was a cold trickling down between my ass cheeks.
I squealed and rolled as Ethan laughed out loud.
“Sit up,” he ordered.
He pressed a glass into my hand. I sipped it and asked, “Can I take this off now?”
“Nah,” he said, “I’m waiting for the next guy to show.”
“What!?” I demanded, making him laugh again.
“Yeah, you can take it off.”
I swept the blindfold off and quickly looked around the room. My bed was in shambles. I was in shambles, wickedly naughty sexy sweaty shambles. And, no one else was there but me and my naked impishly grinning husband.
“Who was it?” I demanded.
“I’m not telling,” he grinned.
“I’ll wheedle it out of you,” I threatened.
“No you won’t,” he said sliding over beside me and sipping from his glass.
He smirked back.
“That was … terribly naughty wasn’t it?” I said.
“Terribly, terribly naughty. But did you enjoy your fantasy?”
My eyes glittered and I drained my glass in one swig. I tossed it aside and moved my fingers to his thick shaft. Then I leaned in and kissed him softly, “Hmm, only a terribly naughty girl would enjoy such thing.”
“Indeed,” he grinned, kissing me hungrily and pushing me back down on the bed.
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