Unexpected Ending

It started out as a relaxed casual night. Some time out from the craziness of the world. I dressed down, jeans and a low cut top. Not that it mattered. Clothes would stay on for a minimal amount of time. Still I liked him to see me dressed nicely. It made me feel good to be dressed nicely for someone.

We met in a space my husband and I created in a part of a property we own. A secret hidden corner, made purely for pleasure and naughty adult fun. He came into the room we said hellos and chatted for about a minute. Then he kissed me. I wanted this night to be different from the heated frenzied, wet sessions we had before. I held myself back, delaying even though I could feel my body responding to him from the first touch. I let myself be guided by him, he placed me where he wanted, he removed my clothes as he wanted, he explored my body at his leisure. From time to time I would seek out his skin to stroke him, perhaps suck his nipples and flatten my palms against his chest and his arse, his divine arse.

Finally we were naked. My arousal had grown steadily. When he placed his lips around my nipple I could feel the spasm inside me but I resisted the urge and held the jet of liquid that threatened to escape me. I knew it was what he wanted but I withheld. He sensed my restraint and changed tack. This time he was teasing me with feather almost touches of my pussy, kissing my thighs before a graze of my outer lips that sent me crazy.

I reached down and pushed his face against my cunt, I was craving the feel of his mouth pressed against me but when the surge built up I pushed it away. I wanted to make him work for his drink. We pushed back and forth for a while like that before I failed and he was rewarded with the first taste of my juice. He gripped my thighs and buried his face in me, taking as much as he could.

Then he stood up,

“I need to fuck you,” It was not a request. He covered himself with a condom before lying down and beckoning me to straddle him. In line with the restraint, I took it slowly easing him in to me taking time to feel him opening my wet cunt and filling me. His hands gripped my hips, pressing me down on to him,

“Where is the spot?” he asked.

I moved myself slightly, seeking the same thing he was, the magical spot, deep inside that would trigger another spasm and jet of liquid. We were both rewarded, I shuddered and squirted over his balls and stomach.

“Tell me!” he demanded using his hands to rock my hips over his cock

“I’m cumming,” my teeth were clenched. I had almost lost control of myself.

We fucked like animals, twisting into different positions, wrapping our bodies around each other. The thought of my husband arriving and seeing us like that popped into my head, it grew there, driving me to greater heights.

“I am going to see if husband can join us,” I whispered in his ear as he fucked me.

“If that is what you want,” he replied.

The text was sent, we continued with our play.

Some time later I was under him, his cock was in me. From where I lay I could see the door, Johnny could not. If husband walked in the first thing he would see was Johnny’s arse pumping his beautiful cock into me. Downstairs I thought I heard the door, my heart skipped a beat but I refocused. If Johnny knew my husband was in the room he didn’t let on. We were in our own world but it was a world that would soon encompass three people. My husband undressed and lay on the bed beside us. He and Johnny greeted each other.

Situations like that can be dicey. The dynamic when changing from two players to three can sometimes go very awry but this time it didn’t. The two men were comfortable enough with themselves and each other. There was respect for everyone.

My gamble paid off. I went from being worshipped by one man to being worshipped by two. Hands and cocks seemed everywhere, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my hand. Two men held me between them, two male bodies pressing against me, a manwhich, it has been so long since I had had that experience. It is one of the most divine.

The thing that makes a manwhich so good is the men enjoying each other as well as me. While my husband fucked me Johnny licked my pussy. Juice covered his face. I squirmed and my husband’s cock slipped out of me. Johnny took the opportunity to take a cock into his mouth for a brief moment before helping it back into me.

He then moved to kneel beside my head. I opened my mouth and took his beautiful cock into my mouth. My arm wrapped around his arse pushing him into my mouth, my other hand caressed his balls. Underneath my husband I looked up past Johnny’s cock to watch the pleasure on his face.

I transferred Johnny’s cock to my husband’s mouth, for a time we slipped him back and forth between us. The tension between the three of us built up. I could feel my husband nearing his climax. Johnny gripped his cock bringing himself closer. My husband climaxed groaning in pleasure giving me the chance to watch Johnny as he neared his own climax. His hand gripped his cock and his face reflected his pleasure.

“Tell me,” I commanded him.

“I am cumming,” he grunted. Warm, white jizz splashed over my face and into my mouth. The taste was amazing, clean and salty. Unexpected, much like the ending to our evening.

This post is part of this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt #416 Twists. For more mid week wickedness make sure you check out some of the other entries.

TMI Tuesday – Some Sexy Stuff


It has been a long week. I am not able to see the end of it yet. 

1. Do you have a strong imagination? Why do you think this?

I am going to say yes. I am able to think up stories to write here so that is good evidence. When I am at work I try to keep a lid on my imagination but lets just say there are some meetings when letting my mind wander is the only way to stay sane.

2. Are you confident?

I am good at giving the impression I am confident. Sometimes my way of ploughing forward without taking time to consider the consequences bites me on the ass and sometimes I go confidently forth only to falter at a crucial point.

Most of the time people see me as confident and this prompts them to ask for help / advice but honestly I still see myself as the awkward socially isolated teenager from 1990.

3. Do you consider yourself to be sensual?
a. You bet I am!
b. Eek, no way.
c. In the right moments, I can be.

In line with my response to number 2 I am going to go with c. I am extremely sensual when I am in bed with sexy people. I love nothing more than exploring senses by giving and receiving massage, trailing my fingernails over someone’s skin, maybe using them harder if required, biting gently, harder if desired, and using my mouth on a beautiful cock.

When I am at work and in my every day life. Awkward, clumsy and, in my mind at least, quite the opposite.

4. When was the last time you dressed provocatively to entice flirting or attention?

It has been several months since I have been to any kind of swinging party / club. Which is where I usually dress this way. I have met with someone for one on one sex and usually when I meet I try to dress in a way that he will find enticing for the 30 seconds between when he walks in the door and we are naked.

Last time he commented about it. Which made me happy. Nothing makes a woman happier than a man who notices when she makes and effort and then comments.

5. How often do you think about sex?

Often. More than once a day. Since I have started working in earnest on this blog again I spend a lot of time thinking about situations and parts of stories. This sometimes leads to thinking about things I have done, or could do in the future. A lot of the time I am not conscious about it making me horny per se but I am guessing that somewhere in my subconscious there is something building up.

6. If someone called you ‘sexy,’ what would you do?

Say thank you and then feel awkward and not know what else to say.

If it was a work there would be an element of panic because I definitely try to keep sexy out of my mind when I am interacting with colleagues (most of the time) and students (100% of the time).

7. Are you comfortable with your body?

I think for the most part yes. I have worked hard over the last ten or so years to come to terms with my flaws but I still have moments of looking in the mirror and seeing the extra kilos and the issues that come with age developing.

Bonus: Are you good at getting what you want?

A mantra that I have used for many years is

“Things will always work out the way they are meant to”

I try not to focus too much on getting what I want out of a situation but rather working in a way that will improve me and ultimately result in something higher. It isn’t something that I achieve every day and I do occasionally get cranky when I don’t get my own way but on the whole I consider myself to be a very go with the flow kind of girl.

This post is part of TMI Tuesday for 5 May. To see what other sexy stuff is being shared head on over