Written by vanessa luvscum

Erotic
1 Jan 2007


My husband John and I were propped up in bed on the morning after I’d had my first ever (and very impromptu) “Shagathon”.

John’s two friends, Dan and Peter were still here, having slept overnight and I was very worried that there might be ‘words’ later - you know what I mean.

I could hear them downstairs, pottering about, making their breakfasts etc. Doubtless they didn’t want to disturb us.

It felt like my pussy was still yawning from the pounding it had had, and my inner thigh muscles were aching. There were a few marks on my breasts where either I had clawed them in the throes of my Orgasms or the three men had been bit on the hard side with them. My nipples felt fine though so no trouble there. Last night, once I had got upstairs and into the shower it took ages to sluice all that cum out of my vagina and off my belly, boobs and pubic hair where I had smeared it

I know it sounds terrible but the more I remembered it, the hotter I got.

I thought ‘I daren’t tell my husband, but it was the most awesome sexual experience EVER.’

However, John had said nothing at all, just sat up in bed reading his book like we do every Sunday morning.

So –it had to be me – ‘Gobby Vanessa’ – who broached the subject.

Unlike me, who likes to wear sexy lingerie to bed, John sleeps in the buff.

“Darling,” I asked, linking his arm, “Are you OK this morning?”

“I’m fine, Sweetheart,” he said and squeezed my hand.

“It’s just that you’re very quite this morning and after what happened last night - - ”

“What’s the matter, Princess? Are you worried that I don’t love you any more? Is that it?” said my husband, putting his book down.

“Yes, I said.

“Of course I still love you – more than ever. And its’ not every night that my woman gets shagged by three men, now is it?” he said, amused.

“No my Darling, it’s not,”

“You know nothing like that has ever happened before, don’t you?” I was anxious to know.

“Yes, I do,” he said. “Now Vanessa, answer me truthfully and then we’ll talk.”

“OK.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

I though for a moment that I should deny that I did and say it was one of those drunken things but I decided to be honest.

“Yes, I did. But it was just Sex. It wasn’t us ‘Making Love’. It was sheer gratuitous Sex.”

“But you did enjoy it.” It was statement of fact.

I was embarrassed for a moment remembering all the times I had yelled out in my Climaxes.

“Did you Cum?” he asked.

“Yes, Darling, I came a few times.”

“And they were good ones.” Another statement.

“You came too,” I mentioned.

“ I certainly did. Right in your pussy after Peter had left his lot in there.”

“Oh, don’t remind me!” I said, putting my hands to my face.

“Why not? It was Wonderful!” said my husband.

“Pardon!!??” I said looking at my husband as he cuddled me, all thought of reading his heavy novel gone for now.

“You were Spectacular, my sexy Angel!”

‘Oh my God,’ I thought.

“Vanessa, if you hadn’t mentioned about last night when you did then I would have. It was the best nights Sex we have ever had!”

“Honestly?” I asked, scarcely able to believe it.

“Let’s not confuse it with our Lovemaking. That is wonderful and separate from what went on last night.” Said John

“Yes. It wasn’t the same thing at all, “ I agreed.

“What if it had been some women staying over and I’d had sex with them in the same circumstances - Would you feel the same? Would you join in? Would you like to sit and watch me have sex with another woman and make her cum and shoot my load into her?”

I thought a moment.

Suddenly the thought of seeing my John fucking a woman whilst I watched was an utter Turn On.

“Yes, I would,” I said, shocking myself a little.

John continued. “I don’t have to ask you if having sex with three men whilst your husband watched was a Turn On for you. You KNOW it was and I KNOW you enjoyed it.”

“You joined in,” I reminded him. “ And sooner rather than later,” I laughed.

“What was the best thing about last night?” my husband asked me.

“All that Cum, darling! There was so much! I was full to the brim with spunk,” I laughed out loud.

John said, “It was a big Turn On for me to see you wanking Peter and Dan like that. I thought you were just going to wobble their Willies a bit for a laugh and then tell them to Piss Off to bed. But No – when you spread your legs like that so they could see your pussy, you blew my mind! And when Pete got his cock into you - Well - - !!!”

“You didn’t seem to mind”

“No, it was as horny as Fuck!I got my cock out too, didn’t I?” he reminded me.

“Tell you what my Sweet Lips, next time we do this, you need to shave your pussy. It’s not bad, quite nice and tidy, but you need to shave your snatch so EVERYONE can see EVERYTHING!”

“Next time?” I gasped.

“Would you like a ‘next time’?” John asked me.

“OK. Provided that when I fuck them, you fuck me as well. Like last night. Or, if there is any women there, fuck them.”

“What was your biggest Turn On?” John asked me.

“All that Sperm. I just loved being filled with all that Cum. I was so surprised when Dan came in my mouth but it tasted wonderful.”

“Like mine?” her husband asked.

“Like yours but yours is thicker and ‘tastier’ somehow. Dan’s was very liquid and poured down my throat like milk. Stop it!!! You’re getting me all horny again!!”

John slipped a hand inside my satin lingerie cup and gently squeezed my now hard nipples.

“God, Vanessa, the very thought of you with a shaved, bald pussy being filled with spunk by me and some other guys is making me go hard.”

I lifted the duvet.

“Oh, yes!” I laughed,” I see!”

John’s cock was hard and lay up his belly like a thick brown snake with a fat pink head.

“I’m going to have some of that later,” I told him. “For now, I’m going into the Bathroom and I’m going to shave my pussy for you.”

“Very kind of you,” John said.

“Care to watch me?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said and he followed me into the bathroom.

Even if I do say so myself, I do have a nice shaped pussy. I have dark brown hair and so my pubes are brown and wiry. Normally I keep them short because John and I make love so much and I have to admit that I have sometimes thought of shaving it all off.

Now I have my chance.

I sat on the edge of the bath and John applied masses of shaving foam lather to my pubic mound, not without a lot of touching and feeling of my clit and vulva I might add, which I rather enjoyed.

I used the Venus shaver and slowly all my pubic bone hair came off.

Even John had a ‘go’ at shaving me. He was starkers, remember, and his cock was a Rod of Iron.

Now it was time to do all the dark hair on my labia and vagina lips.

This took far more care.

I wasn’t about to rush it and cut my clit!! OUCH!! I can feel the pain!! No Way!!!

Delicately pulling and stretching each inner and outer labia lip I gently shaved all the pubic hair away.

It took 5 minutes just to do that bit but eventually I was pubic hair free.

John took some warm water in his hand and de-soaped my pussy, taking the sneaky opportunity to play with me again.

I liked it!

We both looked at my pussy and John said he had to carry out the final test to see if it was smooth enough.

I swivelled round on the bath edge to face him and my husband spread my legs and put his face and lips firmly into my fanny.

The swine licked my clit too, and he does my moral inhibitions no good at all.

In a moment I was rocking my pussy against his face.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Peter walked in.

Well, it is our only bathroom and we hadn’t locked the door.

“Ooops!! Sorry!! Didn’t know you were in here!!” he said, just a towl round him.

“No Shit, Sherlock,” said John sarcastically,

John stood up quickly.

“It’s OK, Peter, we’ll get out of your way,” he said.

Then Peter spied my spread legs and my even spreader (is that a word?) shaved bald pussy.

“I say!! What have we here?”

John had got me all hot and bothered with licking me and I know I shouldn’t have said it but –

“Do you like my shaved pussy, Pete?” I said coyly.

“Beautiful” he said.

Then Peter noticed John’s enormous erection.

“Sorry! I was interrupting, I’ll let you carry one. Be back in a bit.”

No Peter, don’t go” said my husband. “Stay and watch us Fuck.”

I didn’t even know I was going to get it! What a lovely Sunday morning this was turning out to be.

“OK,” said Peter, matter-of-factedly and sat on the closed loo seat.

John spread my legs wide, put my right foot on the washbasin and my left on the bidet.

This opened up my newly shaved pussy a treat and I knew Peter was getting an eyeful.

Hopefully he would have been able to see right up my vagina as I relaxed it to let the hole open up.

"Oh, Vaness! You've shaved your pussy! That looks just beautiful! MInd if I touch?"

I looked at my husband. No disagreement.

Peter rubbed his hand all round my pubic bone and slipped his finger sthrough my hairless crack until two of his fingers slipped into my vagina. Unsurprisingly I was wet through with my love juice.

"Oh, this is wonderful, Vanessa," he said, sitting back on the loo seat and taking his penis in his hand.

I rested my back against the cool wall of the bathroom. I didn’t notice the temperature – I was too hot.

Now it was John who was spreading the wings of my labia.

John squatted down and put his raving erection against my wet vulva lips, pressed the head home and slipped his wedge up inside me on my new tide of love juice.

Oh Boy! All 7 inches in!

I put a hand to my clit and started to rub as my husband slowly and methodically poked his whopping cock into me.

At this rate it wouldn’t take me long to come, I thought.

John put a hand on my right breast and teased my already fat and excited nipple with thumb and forefinger.

“Come on, Peter,” said John, “why not play with the other one.”

“Well OK. I was going to sit here and have a wank whilst you too fucked each other but I’ll help out.”

“Big of you,” I said sardonically but thrilled at the very thought of him wanking whilst we had sex.

Peter had to stand from the loo seat to get to my left boob. His towel gave up the struggle and fell to the floor.

No doubt. Peter had a raging erection, his bollocks being slack and hanging under his fat penis like two stones in a bag.

“Oh, Superb, Peter!” I cooed as John continued his rhythmic motion inside me.

Only a few inches from my face (it is only a SMALL bathroom) Peter toyed with my nipple with his left hand and started to masturbate himself with his right, his heavy bollocks bouncing and bobbling with his increasingly rapid strokes.

John’s strokes were getting stronger now and my work with my fingers on my clit was bringing me to a very quick Climax. The force of John’s hard shagging was making me ready to cum.

“Give me your cock, Peter,” I told him as I writhed in sexual anticipation on the bath edge.

I took over wanking his superbly thick veined penis and kept up rubbing my clit.

As I tossed him off I watched, fascinated, as the plum like eggs in his slack scrotum slowly rose and his sac harden until his balls were hard underneath the base of his cockshaft.

He was SO ready!

“Vanessa! Vanessa! You’re making me cum!” he cried.

“Good! Cum for me! Cum on my face!”

I wanted him to ejaculate all over my face.

And that is just what he did.

Peter’s one-eyed snake spewed its sperm all over my face. His first spurt was a thick wad of white cream that hit me full in the face. I got my mouth open in time to catch the next one – hot, fast squirts of thin bluey-white cum that just ran down my throat, all over my face, down my body, into my navel.

In just a few more seconds I felt that familiar bursting of energy inside my womb and vagina as I Came and went completely went to pieces, bucking and shaking as my vagina rippled and convulsed around my husbands cock.

I was cumming Big Time and at the same time my husband John shot his load deep into my freshly shaved cunt.

Some of Peter’s sperm even ran onto my John’s cock as he was letting go his own round in my pussy.

Not that John was bothered. He was too busy emptying his own bollocks into me.

Eventually John pulled out of me and I managed to catch much of his Orgasm in my hand.

Pity to waste it, I thought and so I put my hands to my mouth and swallowed it down as it slid off the palm of my hand.

The guys LOVED that!!

Peter offered me his towel, which I accepted and wiped much of his cum off my face.

Then it was back in the shower for me for yet another douche and shower.

It was still only 11 am with the rest of Sunday ahead.

We had just decided that having sex, any sex, group sex, anything goes sex was OK as long as we still wanted to ‘Make Love’ as well sometimes.

Works for Me!!!

And I had an idea that would make this Sunday 'Sex Fun for All'.

We were going to play “Sex Slaves”

For two hours Dan, Peter and my husband John were going to be my Sex Slaves and carry out my every sexual order and then for the next two hours, I was going to be their own personal Sex Toy.

That is if they had any semen left in them to give!! LOL!!!

Watch this space!!

We’ll be back.

Luv and fux

Vanessa and John

PS – If anyone IS reading this - we fucked our brains out last night (New Years Eve) after typing all this up. Better than getting pissed in the pub any time!!!