Her need and desire for sex with other men, now firmly established, did not mean that she will just hook up with anyone who may come along. She enjoys the first date social side, the anticipation, the unknown, before opening her thighs.
We talked about what was next for us, and watched a lot of porn together, mainly women involved with multiple men and how the dynamic works. She knows that I just love the idea of her, on her back legs spread, taking cock after cock but she is more choosy about who has that pleasure and the likelihood of finding say 10 guys who meet her requirements is very remote indeed. So that particular fantasy is parked, at least for now. She did concede however that with the right people and in the right environment, that being the centre of attention might be fun with maybe 3 or 4 guys.
Her birthday was approaching so I wanted it to be special and perhaps this was a good opportunity to experiment. We continued to make a few contacts and filtered out those who just didn’t feel quite right. Photos can be deceiving! They were all bar one, comfortable with the idea of other men present in bed with her. Over the space of 2 weeks, V had a few online ‘dates’ and met 3 guys in person just for drinks and to see if they made the shortlist. They all did and invitations were accepted to join us for her birthday. 2 married, 1 single.
We booked a 2 night stay at a hotel suite in a busy, city centre where people were coming and going at all times so nice and discrete. The first day we enjoyed a nice dinner and of course, plenty of sex. We talked about what may happen the following night. Was she prepared to entertain 3 men for the first time? Even after enjoying a series of other men, conversations like that still make her blush for some reason. The following day after breakfast we went shopping for some new lingerie and returned to the hotel. Laying her choices on the bed, after much deliberation, tonight’s knickers would be silk, in a hot pink colour complimented with a new pair of black hold up stockings. I couldn’t wait to see how she would look. We spent the afternoon in the spa and pool and had a light early dinner and a few drinks before she headed to back to our room whilst I made a few work calls. Was she sure about this? Opening the door about an hour later, she had showered and sat drying her hair in a bathrobe, sipping champagne. The lingerie, stockings and a nice short dress lay on the bed so I guessed that yes she was absolutely sure about this. She dropped her bathrobe and leaned over, gave me a kiss and began to slip into her underwear. I love watching her slowly peel stockings up to her thighs and slip on her knickers. I couldn’t help noticing that not a wisp of hair was left. I stood and helped her squeeze and zip her into the short black dress, as she stepped into some shiny heels. She looked sublime. After a long hug and a final ‘Are you sure?’ we kissed for the last time and as she applied some red lipstick I headed down to the bar to wait for her dates.
Although a bit cheesy, we had insisted that on arrival, each of them would be carrying a copy of the Times newspaper and I would have the same on my bar table. ‘John’ arrived about 7.30 and cautiously approached me. Not to stand on ceremony I gave him our room number and he walked to the lift. ‘Mark’ was next, and again, was swiftly heading upstairs. We had agreed that, all going well, this was not to be an all nighter, more a fuck and go scenario.
A messaged pinged on my phone from my wife. The third guy had messaged and had apologised but something had come up and he wasn’t going to make it. His loss I thought but was disappointed that we would be one short. I would let them all get acquainted and had a long drink at the bar before making my own way to our room.
I opened the door quietly and was welcomed with the sight of them all standing together next to the bed. 3 empty wine glasses on the table. My wife had by now drank enough to lose any inhibitions and said, ‘we have been waiting for you’. John and Mark acknowledged me with a smile. I sat and poured a drink and she turned and began kissing John, then Mark, and then back to John. Mark nibbled the back of her neck as he slowly unzipped her dress which fell to the floor. With no bra to remove, John went straight to sucking her nipples and her head fell back onto Mark as he kissed and caressed her neck. She was warming up nicely, breathing heavily. She reached back to rub his cock and grab at his trousers, her other hand exploring the other trouser bulge in front of her. They both helped her along by removing shirts, undoing belts, buttons and flies and were now both in just tight white boxers, her in just underwear and heels.
I could see that their cocks were both desperate to escape and she took a slight step back and dropped down onto her knees. One at a time, she peeled their boxers down over their manhood and was now at eye level with 2 hard cocks. Not dissimilar in size, 7/8 inches or so, though John looked a fair bit thicker than Mark. She peered up innocently at them both, looked at me and grabbed the two cocks in each hand. John was the first to receive her mouth and as she gently sucked him, she masturbated Mark, switching her mouth and hand to the other evenly. I was getting harder watching my wife service these two men. They were both now more than ready and pulled her back up. She kissed them both before leading them to the bed.
They lay either side of her, a hand each in her knickers feeling her pussy for the first time. They helped her wriggle out of them and she was now naked down to the tops of her stockings. Her thighs parted and I could see her wetness glistening as they both popped a finger into her exposed tight opening. After a few minutes of kissing, Mark knelt up, his cock inches from her face and she opened her mouth to receive his offering as John manoeuvred between her legs and his tongue met her bald pussy and steadily got to work. I could see her throat rise and fall as Marks cock fucked my wife’s mouth. She began to squirm, her hips pushing onto John which indicated that she was getting ready to cum. Momentarily, she released Marks cock, her eyes closed and with a loud moan, an orgasm flushed through her. John held his spot, consuming her.
Mark clearly wanted a taste and they switched positions. She was still a little breathless but soon had her mouth full of John’s thick cock as Mark lapped at her pussy. Pausing from sucking John, I heard her soft voice, almost begging, but with sense of absolute yearning, ‘One of you fuck me please.’ Taking the initiative, Mark repositioned himself between her legs and she let out a gasp as he inserted his cock into her. John lay beside her, kissing and sucking her nipples as Mark fucked my wife. Slowly at first, he built up the tempo and was now fucking her hard and I could tell he was getting close. She pulled John close and kissed him passionately as Mark hit his limit and withdrew to shoot a vast load onto her belly.
Collapsing with exhaustion next to her, Mark took over kissing her sensually as John left her side and holding his cock, took a couple of paces around the bed. Taking her ankles in his hands, he raised her legs and his cock eased into her. He had been waiting patiently and wasted no time in getting into a steady but powerful rhythm. Moving closer, I took in the view of his cock sliding in then out. Her moans became louder as he began to rub her clitoris, and as he pumped harder she erupted in a second orgasm. As her pussy tightened around him, John grunted as he lost control, pumping a stream onto her stomach.
V lay back, her lower body now covered in cum. Round one was complete. John and Mark lay with her lightly stroking her inner thighs. ‘So are you all enjoying yourselves?’ I asked. Her eyes and smile confirmed that she most certainly was. I would let them recover and popped out and went to the bar in search of another bottle and would leave the three of them alone for 15 minutes or so to regroup so to speak. I returned to another wonderful sight.
Things had warmed up again quickly. My wife was now on top of John, riding his cock. Mark was stood leaning back on the headboard at the top of the bed holding her head. She held his thighs, sucking his dick as her ass bobbed up and down on John. I popped the cork on the bottle and refreshed my glass to enjoy the glorious show.
Before long, positions had changed and Mark was taking her doggy style from behind while she sucked on John, spitroasting my wife. They were both getting their fair share of her pussy and mouth and there was little question that she was enjoying the feel of two cocks pleasuring her.
Mark started pounding her really hard. V was pushing back to take his full length with each stroke and was moaning loudly now after releasing Johns’s cock from her mouth and gripping it tightly in her hand. She was soon cumming again which set off Mark, who unable to hold back liberated his balls and emptied, this time, inside her. As he stepped away, John took his place, held her ankles and ploughed his cock into her. There would be no respite for my wife who was now completely lost in the moment, her face crushed sideways against the duvet. This was pure sex, John driving hard into her pussy, and she yelped with every slap to her ass. This guy was relentless and there was no holding him back, faster and faster he hit his target until a loud roar signalled one big final thrust and he gushed into her, holding tightly until he had discharged every drop.
As John withdrew, she slumped sideways with utter exhaustion grabbing the nearest pillow to rest her head. She pulled her knees up to the recovery position, making her used dripping wet pussy visible before she pulled the duvet to cover her modesty. She clearly needed time to recuperate from the intense fucking she had just taken. I joined her and stroked her hair for a few minutes as John and Mark gathered their clothes, and took a well earned drink. ‘I need the bathroom’ she whispered and slowly got up and whispered ‘You are very naughty boys!’ as she passed by them both getting dressed.
She returned in a white bathrobe, her blonde hair dishevelled. The two guys were ready to leave and it was time to say goodbye. They both received a long lingering kiss from her and she returned to the bed. I saw them out and handed her a glass and we sat together. ‘Well I hope that you have enjoyed your birthday wifey’. She gave me a kiss and replied ‘THE best ever, thank you’. It was a shame that it was just the two of them but she conceded that she didn’t think she could have taken much more this time, so maybe another day.
Opening her bathrobe to expose her breasts she then surprised me saying ‘Would you like your wife back now?’ and reached down to my feel my cock. Without another word, our mouths met and we passionately kissed. In one motion, I slid into her effortlessly and it didn’t take long before I was delivering more of what she had gratefully received earlier.
The next morning, she fell asleep during the drive home as my mind raced with other possibilities. One in particular may come to fruition and when the time is right, I will be making the suggestion.
