Horace

Horace contacted me via SH.

His messages turned into phone calls, then I invited him to message and speak with my wife.

We invited him to visit.

He wasn’t the first for us, and we weren’t a first for him.

We all knew what we were doing, and what we wanted.

C decided she didn’t want to meet in a pub. Horace could come to the house.

If we got on, great, if not, so be it.

It was Wednesday afternoon.

C had finished work early, had a bath, done her hair and nails.

We were excited, we had refrained from fucking since Saturday.

The excitement of a possible new friend had added an extra dimension to our sex.

We’d been fucking like rabbits, so on the Saturday, after lots of teasing and wondering what might happen, we decided to wait to see if Horace was a suitable match.

When I got home, C was ready. Sat on the sofa, gin and tonic in hand.

She was dressed to fuck, naked beneath a new, pale peach coloured silk robe.

Under that she had on a matching silky lace up top, tied loosely.

She looked amazing, her outfit barely hiding her 36DD breasts.

Her cleavage on show. Her nipples were stiff.

A pair of silk French nickers graced her hips, black stay-up stockings.

To complete the outfit, her black leather and steel ‘fuck-me’ shoes.

Fuck, she looked horny.

She had only ever walked upstairs to the bedroom in those shoes …

I got a scotch, she sipped on her gin and tonic.

The doorbell sounded..

Horace was here.

He looked like his picture, he was smartly dressed, jacket, chinos, nice white shirt.

We shook hands warmly.

“She’s in the living room “ I said, “go on in”

He entered the room, pausing momentarily, then went to my wife, offering his hand..

“Hello, you look lovely… I’m Horace”

She patted the settee next to her..

“Hello, Horace, nice to meet you”

As he was driving, he declined alcohol, and had a cup of tea.

By the time I’d made that, he, and C were chatting like old friends.

I sat, watching them, he was easy company, it was extremely horny.

I was watching my seductively clad wife, sitting next to a comparative stranger.

Was she going to let him fuck her, though.

After about half an hour, C stood..

She gave me her glass, “if you’re coming up to join me, I’ll have another one”

Horace, like me, was enjoying the view. She looked so fuckable.

“You boys can chat on” she said, turning giving us a wonderful full frontal.

“I’m going upstairs, it’s more comfortable in the bedroom “…..

With a waft of perfume, she left the room.

Horace looked at me..”she’s rather lovely “ he commented.

“I think so, but then, I’m biased “ I replied..

“Shall we join her”…I asked…”yes please” he replied

C was laying in the middle of our bed.

A bed we’d bought for just such occasions.

Three pillows wide.

Her robe was open, showing her outfit, which, deliciously, showed her body off.

One leg bent, her breasts barely hidden by the top.

I’m certain there was a darker patch at her crotch, was she damp with excitement.

It seemed Horace was definitely a suitable match..

He’d been invited to the bedroom.

He stood looking at her.

I went behind him, as I did so, I dropped my trousers, and pulled off my top.

I was naked, aroused..

I got on the bed, next to my wife..she reached out and took hold of my cock.

Looking at Horace, she started rubbing my cock slowly, up and down.

“You look overdressed Horace” she purred.

We watched as he took his shirt off. He slid his feet from his shoes.

Carefully folding his shirt, he put it on our bedroom chair.

He undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and slid them off.

He paired the trouser legs and folded them, neatly, over his shirt.

He was stood in front of us in his new white boxers.

Then he slowly pushed them down, his cock hung thickly.

Looking at us, my wife languorously rubbing my cock.

His cock started to rise, too, and he flicked his pants aside.

My wife tightened her grip on my very hard cock.

A delighted “mmmm” escaped from her lips.

“Come here, Horace, next to me” she said.

He needed no second invitation.

He was one side of her, I was the other.

She had his cock in her left hand, mine, in her right.

I undid the laces from her top, her breasts, now completely exposed.

Horace dipped his head and he took a stiff nipple in his mouth.

“Ohhhhh” she sighed. “That’s nice”

I copied his actions, and our heads bumped as we nipped and sucked her nipples.

Her legs spread, one over his thighs, one over mine.

His hand was stroking her stocking clad leg, I followed his lead, with her other leg.

As we continued to suckle her breasts, our hands were on warm, naked thigh.

We slid higher and our hands met at her crotch.

It was definitely damp.

She was sighing and moaning, rubbing our cocks in unison.

I looked at his engorged cock, a drop of precum oozed from its eye.

It was as if we’d discussed this, (we hadn’t) we jointly pulled her nickers down.

She closed her legs, lifting her hips, to enable us to take them off.

As they went past her knees, she slid a leg out, and flicked them aside.

She turned, kissed Horace, my hand was at her fanny, her legs spread once more..

She was squeezing his bollocks and rubbing his cock, it was as hard as a rock.

I was sliding my fingers in her wetness, frigging her taut clitorus gently.

I pulled her robe off, as they kissed, then slipped her top from her shoulders.

She was naked, now, except for stocking and shoes.

Horace was feeling her breasts, then his hand was stroking down her belly.

Our hands were together, we were alternately fingering and frigging her cunt.

“I need a cock in me” she groaned..

She lay flat on her back, legs spread, her chest heaving with excitement.

“Be my guest, Horace, that’s what you’re here for”

He needed no further explanation and he climbed between her spread thighs.

I took hold of his cock, and started to rub my wife’s wet and open cunt with it.

He was a bit thicker than me, a bit longer too, but not overly so.

They were kissing as I teased my wife with his cock..

“Please, let him put it in properly “ she begged.

I let go of his cock, and he slid into her willing cunt.

“Oh fuck, that’s nice” she said.

Horace was just moving, slowly in and out.

Being a gentleman, he was holding himself up from her body, not to squash her.

I got glimpse of his shaft was covered with her thick creamy juices.

I slid my hand between them, as his cock came into view.

I took a finger full of her juices from his cock and started frigging her clit.

He sped up as I did so, fucking faster.

“Oh fucking Hell “ she moaned.

“He feels so big, and it’s so stiff, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s nice”

She was starting to cum, this orgasm would last until we stopped.

She was always the same when she had two men, two cocks to fuck her.

Her orgasms would be continuous, peaking when a cock would cum in her.

She would not stop, though, just sort of continuously cumming.

I was desperate to fuck her. I knew how tight she’d be, how wet and hot.

Watching her with another guy was always such a turn on for me.

Slipping my cock into her cum filled cunt had become so addictive.

Her legs were round Horace’s arse now, she was thrusting up to his thrusts.

I really needed to fuck her.

But he was in control, he was holding back, making the most of it.

I needed him to cum, I needed to fuck my wife.

I slid my hand round his arse, between his legs and cupped his bollocks.

“Oh fuck” he grunted.

His balls were big, and full.

It’s a fantastic feeling having your bollocks felt, as you fuck.

Not many men can hold back when that is being done to them.

Horace was no exception, he started to fuck her harder now.

“Oh yes” she was crying, “oh yes please, fuck me, cum in me, oh yes please”

“Fuck her Horace, cum in her, she wants your spunk” I encouraged.

“Oh he’s going to cum in me” she groaned. “I can feel it getting bigger “

She was thrusting up to his fucking…”oh yes, oh yes, oh yes”

Horace groaned, his buttocks clenched.

My hands gently pumped his pulsating bollocks.

He was obviously cumming in my wife.

I could feel the contractions in his balls.

His thrusts subsided. He lay quietly for a few seconds.

I pulled him from her.

I needed to fuck her.

I thought I was going to ejaculate prematurely.

As his cock slid out, thick white cream started to ooze from her cunt.

In a trice I was between her legs, my cock thrust straight into her wetness.

It was hot, she was tight, it was very wet, and she continued to cum.

Her cunt was throbbing and pulsing tightly round my prick.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I started to thrust.

She was begging for cum, “give me more cum, fill me up, you bastards..”

I erupted inside her. She was thrusting up, meeting my jerking cock.

Slowly I subsided and my cock slid free in a sticky mess

Horace was still hard.

He looked at me..

“It would be rude not to, Horace “ I said, with a grin.

He was back between her thighs, his cock disappeared inside her.

She was moaning and moving her hips.

Continuously cumming as he slowly fucked her.

I loved watching my wife being pleasured.

And Horace was pleasuring her, expertly.

Eventually he started to cum again,I watched him thrusting in her.

And I knew there was more spunk for my very horny wife.

“Oh Horace, that was really nice” she said, as they lay entwined.

After he left, she me asked to “reclaim her” as she used to describe it.

I gently eased in her, knowing she would be tender, inside.

Her cunt was very tight, and full of hot spunk.

We lay together, enjoying the sensation.

The feeling as the cum slowly oozed out of her was fantastic.

“He can cum again “ she laughed, as I lay with my cock in her.