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Fun in the sun. Conclusion.

"We become a foursome."

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We had been back home for three days, tans fading but not memories.  On the fourth day, Daphne texted;

"We're back."

They had been travelling for all that time.  I was relieved.  I had had three days of wondering if they would keep in touch and what to do if they did.  Would I ever be content with one cock?  Would Greg be content with one cunt?  And if not, and if Daphne and David didn't want our adventure to be anything more than that, would we look elsewhere?

We had not really talked much about it, Greg just said that we should simply wait and see.  Fine for him, he had work to occupy him.  I wanked myself raw thinking about our adventure.  That evening, I called Daphne.  Yes, they were up for more.  We lived in South Cheshire, they lived in North Oxfordshire, a two hour drive.  So for our reunion, we agreed to meet in a comfortable but characterless hotel in the middle of Birmingham, the sort of place that relies on business users.

They were there when we arrived, we had tea together.  After tea, the men took advantage of the pool while Daphne and I had massages.  We met again for an early dinner, men in suits, women in smart dresses.  I asked how the pool was.

"Rubbish," joked David.  "They made us wear swimsuits."

We ate light meals, but the wine flowed freely.  Over coffee, Daphne said;

"Why don't we swap partners for the night?"

Why not?  It would be another first for me, at least as a married woman, to spend a whole night with a man other than my husband.  It was agreed.  Greg went with Daphne into her room, David with me.  If David had asked me to bend over, pulled my knickers aside and fucked me fully dressed, I would have happily agreed.  To use an old fashioned phrase, I was gagging for it.  David had other ideas.

He undressed me, slowly and carefully.  As my bits were revealed, he kissed them.  Sometimes, Greg teases me this way until I'm begging him to fuck me.  When he eventually does, it can be spectacular but quick.  David had other ideas.

When I was naked apart from suspender belt and stockings, bought new for the occasion, and stilletto heeled shoes, he stood and asked me to undress him.  He was still fully dressed.  I removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest and licking his tiny nipples.  I unfastened his belt by feel, our mouths locked together in a kiss.  I stepped away, his pants dropped to his ankles and he kicked them aside.  He was wearing tiny micro-briefs, Greg usually wears tight hipsters, David's cock was so hard that the tip poked out above the waistband, the tip shone with his pre-cum.  I knelt and licked it away before slipping the briefs down and removing them.

Still kneeling, I sucked his hard meat into my mouth.  I needed it like a starving man needs food.  He pulled me off, saying;

"Unless you'd like Daphne's Delight for starters?"

I did, but didn't.  Not yet anyway.  I stood and kissed him before crawling onto the bed to be fucked.  Only when he joined me did we realise that he was still wearing socks, he had already kicked off his shoes.

"Proves that I'm a true Englishman."

He quipped, pulling them off.  On the bed, he once again kissed and licked me all over, except for where I needed in most.  He studiously avoided my cunt.  Then he knelt between my open thighs, cock in hand, foreskin pulled right back.  His purple plum shining wetly in the low light.  At last, I thought, cock.  For fucks sake put it in me.  My cunt was gushing, gaping.  Just fuck me.  David had other ideas.

He rubbed his tip over my juicy cunt lips from bottom to top until he was rubbing it on my clit.  He was wanking me with his glans.  It felt wonderful, almost as good as a tongue.  I could no longer hold back, I was coming.  I could feel my energy diverting to my cunt.  At that moment, I was all cunt, nothing else, just a hot, pulsing cunt.  My orgasm was going to be massive.  And wet.

As the first spasm hit, I felt David's hot spunk spurt onto me, all over my gaping cunt and my belly, a torrent of the delicious stuff.  I had another little come.  Then realised that David's cock was still hard, he was using it to shepherd his spunk so that it joined that which was slowly running past my cunt to trickle between my buttocks and down over my arsehole.  Still hard, he pressed the slippery tip of his cock against my anus.  He was about to bugger me using his own spunk as lubricant.

I was amazed at how easily he entered me.  I certainly didn't resist, and that particular path was regularly used by my husband's much bigger cock, but without lubricant?  Okay, my own natural lubricant had been in full flow, and he had shot a huge amount of spunk onto me, but even so…

He didnt really fuck me, or at least he didn't pound in and out as a man does, he just stayed still, rigid inside me.  I could feel his cock twitch as he clenched the muscles of his arse, he must have been able to feel my arse squeezing his cock as mine clenched.  It was an extraordinary sensation.  Suddenly, he grunted and shot a second load up my arse.

He fell sideways, his shrinking cock slipping out and we lay panting.  I had never experienced two ejaculations within such a short time.  I had seen it on porn, but you never really know if that is faked. Greg can often manage seconds, but not that soon.

"How do you manage that?"

I asked.

"I've always been able to do it," he replied.  "Ever since my wanking days.  I can't do it every time though, even less as I get older, but I have been saving up for a couple of days and as much as I love Daphne, doing it with somebody different probably helped."

"I'm impressed," I said.  "But can you manage thirds?  You haven't fucked me where I really needed it."

"I'll get round to it," he said.  "Probably.  We've got all night, but I might need help, some resuscitation."

I was more than happy to oblige, but first we needed refreshments.  The room was quite warm and although there had been no really vigorous sex, (So far.) we were thirsty.  I did the honours, finding a bottle of white in the minibar.  We lay side by side on the bed, naked, sipping the cold wine.  I had removed what little clothing I had been wearing.  David asked;

"Have you ever done it with a woman?"

I was not expecting that.

"No, never," I replied.  "Are you going to tell me that you've done it with a man?"

He nodded.

"Daphne's idea," he said.  "She was in a lesbian relationship for two years at uni, she says that it was good experience, that she knows what a man must feel, making love to a woman and that I should experience how a woman feels when she's with a man."

I was interested.  I asked him to tell me more.

"I'm not homosexual, but I suppose most men at some point wonder what it's like to suck a cock and to to be arse-fucked.  Daphne encouraged me to find out, she even suggested a suitable candidate.  I was not enthusiastic.  We met the man first and I made it very clear that this would be for research purposes only, that I didnt want to kiss him, nor did I want to fuck his arse or have him suck my cock, I already knew how that felt.  He agreed.  I think that Daphne had expected to watch, I ruled that out too."

"So?"

I urged.

"So he came round to ours.  Daphne stayed downstairs  we went upstairs, to the spare bedroom and I sucked his cock."

"All the way?"

"Yes, Daphne had Insisted.  We stripped and he got on the bed, he already had a hard on but he asked me to wank it and I did.  It felt totally different to wanking my own.  Then I sucked him off and swallowed his spunk."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy would be too strong a word, I'm glad that I did it, I can now see why women enjoy it, and that spunk doesn't really taste of anything."

"Then he fucked you?"

He did.  It took a while for him to get hard again  he asked me to suck it back to life, then put a condom over it, appled lubricant and pushed it up my arse.  It hurt at first as you know, his cock was a lot bigger than mine, but it was tolerable.  I suppose you would get used to it."

"Did he come again?"

"Yes. I couldn't feel it, but I saw the condom.  It was full.  Daphne says that she can feel me spurt when I fuck her arse, can you."

I said that I could, usually, adding;

"You've not done it since?"

"No," he said.  "It was definately a one off, an experiment.  Greg's anal virginity is safe, if that's what you're thinking."

That's exactly what I was thinking.  Sometimes when I watch porn alone, I watch gay porn, Imagining that it's Greg.  I would love to see him doing it.

"Does Daphne still do women?"

"Would you like to find out?  Yes, she does occasionally, and yes, she fancies you and I'd like to be a spectator, I've never seen her fuck another woman."

I said that I would give it due consideration.  I had occasionally wondered what it would be like.  Lesbian porn is very popular with men, so much so that most porn will include it.  I knew that Greg liked it, he's a bit careless when it comes to deleting history on his laptop.  I have no objection to porn, other than the nasty stuff.  If a man can obtain Viagra over the counter, why not porn?  They have the same effect, and with Greg, I usually reap the benefits.

Speaking of which, David's cock looked ready for launch.  Ignoring the fact that it had recently been up my arse, I sucked it into my mouth.  But more than sucked and not just his cock.  I gave him the five star, connoisseur treatment.  Previously only my husband had received it.  I applied all the skills learned since the first time I realised just how much a man loves oral, and refined by years of practice with Greg.

I sucked, kissed, licked and nibbled every straining millimetre of his cock, his balls, his perineum and his anus, fucking it with my stiffened tongue.  David responded with groans moans and yelps of pleasure, he was enjoying the treatment.  So was I, but my actions stoked the fire deep in my cunt that could only be quenched in one way.

His self control was amazing, it must have been almost an hour since his first ejaculation, an hour of foreplay, more than enough for his tank to refill.  Greg would have exploded into my mouth long ago, I would have been both delighted and disapointed if David had done so, in my mouth was not where I needed it.  I straddled David, guided his cock to my entrance and lowered myself slowly onto it.  We groaned in unison as two became one, joined in the most intimate way possible.

Neither of us moved, savouring each others heat, enjoying the tiny involuntary movements of each others organs.  Greg started to push up into me, very gently, barely perceptible at first.  His hands roamed my body, cupping, squeezing, lifting and caressing my tits, when I leaned forward to kiss him or to feed my nipples into his mouth, his hands roamed over my back and down to my buttocks, gently pulling them apart.  I was juicing freely, his fingers went to the wet junction of cock and cunt, pushing inside alongside his shaft and stretching my cunt impossibly wide.  He then pushed one finger, generously lubricated with cunt juice, into my arsehole.  I came instantly.

David waited until my spasms subsided and then began to push up into me again, still gently, but this time going deeper.  I reciprocated until I was riding him, sliding up and down on his cock, fucking him.  I rubbed myself off against his cock, coming again, less powerfully but just a satisfying.  Again he waited for me to recover before resuming his thrusts, but this time there was nothing gentle about it, he was racing towards his own, much delayed finish.

He roared as he came, gushing cum into me.  I slumped down onto him, all my weight on top of him, both our hearts beating powerfully.  He slowly softened inside me until he slipped out, accompanied by a little rush of our mixed fluids.

"Bring it up here."

He said.

"Bring what?"

I replied.

"Your honeypot," he said.  "Queen me."

I shiver ran down my spine.  Surely not?  I was full of his cum, was he going to lick me?  But this was a man who had swallowed another man's spunk, why shouldn't he take back what was his?  I shuffled up, leaving a snail trail of cock/cunt cocktail until I straddled his face.  He pulled me down onto him, his stiffened tongue reaching inside.

It was deliciously dirty, I loved it.  His tongue scoured me, he drank my essence as quickly as my body could produce it.  I could feel my orgasm building.  So could he.  At the critical moment he plugged my arse with his thumb.  I felt my body erupt, then passed out.

I came to to see his blurry face above mine.  He asked if I was okay, my eyes focused, I nodded, I tried to speak but only managed to croak;

"That was…"

"Sleep now," he said.  "Tell me tomorrow."

He wrapped his arms round me and kissed me.  I was asleep in seconds.

It was several seconds after I woke up before I remembered where I was.  I was lying on my side, facing away from David, who was still sound asleep.  I sat up, suddenly wide awake, light was coming in at the side of the heavy curtains.  I carefully peeled the duvet away from David's sleeping form.  His cock, so solid for most of the evening as he took me to new heights of pleasure, was also asleep.

I leaded over and kissed it gently, saying;

"Good morning sleepycock."

 

There was no response.  I had never really noticed it slack, it must have been so when we were on the beach, but once we began our partner swapping, it had been at least half-hard.  Now it really was at rest, and noticeably smaller than Greg's.  Even his foreskin looked short, Greg's is long and tapered, quite beautiful really.  But then Greg's knob was the size of a Victoria plum, it needed a foreskin big enough to cover it.  David's was more like a damson.

But as they say, it's not what you've got, it's how you use it, and I couldn't deny that what I was admiring, had been expertly used last night.  I had an urge to feel it harden in my mouth. Very gently, I engulfed it, pushing my tongue under the foreskin, rubbing the wrinkled plum inside.  It began to swell until it became a mouthful.  David said softly;

"That's a lovely way to be woken up."

He made no attempt to stop me, nor did I want to, I had not yet sucked him to completion, now was the time.  I was facing down, I couldnt see his face, but I could imagine him with his hands beneath his head, enjoying it, maximum pleasure for minimum effort.  My own efforts were rewarded with several spurts of man sauce.  I didn't try to swallow it, preferring to hold it, and his softening cock in my mouth.

Then there was a knock on the door.  I gulped down my mouthful, jumped out of bed naked, went to the door and asked who it was.  Thankfully, It was Greg.  I opened the door and let him in.  He kissed me on the mouth.  I could still taste David's cum, I wonder if Greg noticed?

David put some clothes on and went to his own room, almost opposite ours.  We would meet again for breakfast.  Greg and I showered together, no sex, just a shower.  We dressed and went down to breakfast.  We were joined ten minutes later by Daphne and David.

It was a lovely day, we decided to explore the famous canal basin, which was within easy walking distance.  After watching the antics of the boaters, we found somewhere to have a light lunch.  Thoughts and most of the talk though, were about sex.  I desperately wanted the two men, in any order they chose, everything else was small talk.  But did I want Daphne?  Was I brave enough to have all three of my companions?  I knew that she was up for it, I knew that David wanted it to happen and although we hadn't discussed it, I was in no doubt that so would Greg.

Out of the blue, Daphne asked me if I had ever experienced double penetration.  I had not.  Unless you count having Greg's cock in one hole and a dildo in the other. I said;

"I'm guessing that you have?"

"I have, once, before I met David, and I want it again, it's mind-blowing."

Both David and Greg were nodding.  I asked the  if they had done it, David said yes, but not with Daphne.  Greg said no  but he was keen to try.  Daphne was going to get it alright, and I was keen to watch.  David and I had of course discussed it, we had enjoyed watching porn featuring it, but it would have meant breaking the bond that we had, and finding the right other man?  Not as easy as it sounds.  But now, the bond had been broken and a suitable candidate was available.

The only problem for me was that Daphne had staked her claim, I would be the spare.  Still, my time would surely come, and I was looking forward to a closeup of Greg's lovely big cock being pushed up Daphne's arse.  Lovely.

I was wetting myself with lust, I needed fucking more than at any time in my life, but if we were going to do this, I would have to content myself with masturbation.  I was seriously considering heading for the loo for a pressure relief wank when David suggested returning to the hotel.

We went to their room and stripped for action, David placed a dispenser of lubricant on the bedside cabinet.  Both men were rampantly erect and it was a fair bet that Daphne was as wet as I certainly was.  There was a moment of awkward silence, then Daphne said;

"Do Viv first fellas, it be be her first.  I think I can wait a little while longer."

My knees actually buckled, I half fell onto the bed.  I had not seen that coming.  All eyes were on me.  Daphne took charge.

"Lie in your back Greg,  let Viv mount you."

Greg complied.  I straddled his hips and fed his rigid cock into my slippery cunt, gasping as it stretched me.  I leaned forward and Greg made a few locating thrusts, then Daphne's fingers were gently applying the lube to my tightly clamped sphincter, gradually stretching it with.  Greg said softly;

"Relax, don't fight it."

He was right, I wanted this so much, but was scared of the unknown.  Would it hurt?  I felt my arse-cheeks being spread, then the blunt head of David's cock pressing against the clenched hole.  He'd been there before, only last night, he knew the way.  I relaxed and he popped in, causing me to squeal, but in surprise, not pain.  He was in me, they were in me.

Daphne told Greg to remain still, to let David do the actual fucking.  Considering her claim to have only done it once, she seemed very knowledgeable.  David began his movements, slowly at first, finding his rhythm.  I was helpless, trapped between the men and loving it.  To my side, Daphne had her fingers stuffed into her cunt, fucking herself.

How must this feel for Greg?  Being fucked by another man, his cock separated from David's by only my thin internal membrane, David's balls surely slapping against his?  I didn't have to ask,  Greg suddenly gasped and I felt his cock swell inside me.  He was coming.  David kept on pumping.  He didn't take much longer, he cried out as his spunk flooded me.  I hadn't orgasmed, but I almost passed out from the thought of having two loads fired into me almost simultaneously.  As Daphne said, mind blowing.

David rolled away and I lifted myself off my husband and laid beside him, eyes closed, catching my breath.  I could feel spunk trickling from both holes, I raised my knees and enjoyed the sensation.  I felt my knees being parted and opened my eyes, it was Daphne.  She looked straight into my eyes for no more than a second, then lowered her head and began to lap at the spunky trickle.

Whoa!  Too much! Too soon!  My body stiffened and I tried to sit up, but David leaned over and kissed my mouth, pinning me down.  Daphne's hands came up to cup my tits, just as Greg does sometimes when he is eating my cunt.  My fevered mind thought;

"Relax, does it really matter who is sucking you off?"

David sensed my relaxation and moved away, allowing me to raise myself on my elbows to watch Daphne at work.  David moved behind her and fed his still hard cock into her cunt from behind, Daphne grunted into my cunt and an orgasm racked my body.  Greg turned his face towards him and offered his damp cock for me to clean.  This was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.



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