Stretching Greedy Lucy Part 2

If you missed Part 1 you can read it here.

The Second Mate led Lucy down the stairs. Once inside The Captain’s cabin he stripped away the strips of clothing that she had been permitted to wear before taking her to the shower. After he made sure the water was the right temperature, he guided her into the warm stream before gently soaping her all over. His hands lingered over the fullness of her breasts holding the round globes in his palms and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She gave a little whimper of pleasure as he leaned down and took each of her nipples into his mouth.

His hands wandered down over her body to cup the cheeks of her butt before sliding between her thighs to caress her pussy.

“You were such a good girl today. Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked as he looked intently into her eyes.

She gave a sly smile, “Yes I did, although I wish that you had let me have more.”

He turned off the water and she stepped out of the shower into the towel he was holding.

“I told you. There will be more.”

When she was dry, he led her out of the bathroom to the Captain’s bed where The Captain was waiting for her. As always, the sight of his thick cock caused a throb in her cunt. Lucy grinned like a little girl with a treat as she climbed onto the bed. The Captain lay back as she kneeled over him and teased herself with the head of his cock. A shudder went through her body and a warm jet of liquid covered his cock. The Second Mate felt his cock harden.

With a satisfied sigh Lucy lowered herself onto The Captain’s cock as his hands gripped her hips. She moved slowly at first until he encouraged her to move faster. The Second Mate stood at the end of the bed watching as the speed of her movements increasing. Unconsciously his hand wrapped around his cock. He began to stroke slowly. He stepped forward straddling The Captain’s legs. His cock was hard against Lucy’s arse. Pre-cum glistened over the tip.

“Would you like more?” his voice was hot in her ear.

Lucy nodded.

“Lean forward,” he instructed.

Lucy leaned down so that her breasts were pressing against The Captain’s chest. She felt The Second Mate’s cock against her pussy.

“What are you doing,” Lucy gasped

His voice was hot in her ear, “You wanted more,”

She felt her pussy stretch as the tip of the Second Mate’s cock sought entry. For a moment she wondered if he was attempting the impossible but then she felt herself opening to him. Her mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure as he slowly stretched her wide enough to fit his cock in beside The Captain. The three of them were still for a moment breathing and feeling each other. The Second Mate began to move with slow thrusts. Lucy could feel every tiny movement of him. She never would have imagined the intense pressure of being so stretched could be so amazing.

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TMI Tuesday the Fantasy Edition

1. Does your sex life need some fantasy? What kind of fantasy?

Tonight I feel as if I have been living a fantasy for the last few days. I am not exactly all sexed OUT but I am certainly sexed UP. Thank you Second Mate and Mr Jones. You have been awesome.

2. What is eroticism for you?

Many things. It can be a look. It can be the words whispered in your ear and sometimes it is laughing because your husband is struggling to video you peeing over the side of the boat.

3. You are invited to a kink party, will you go?

Erm yes!! I would be offended if I wasn’t invited.

4. Your lover has tied your naked body down. What do you want to happen next?
a. You get tickled mercilessly
b. You are covered in whip cream and people lick the cream entirely from your naked body
c. Bind, blind, and tease your erogenous zones with an ice cube, feather, candle wax, tongue, etc.
d. A sex toy is used to penetrate you to orgasm

I am going with C. Although I am not sure about the ice cube. Although in the last few days D has been more my experience.

5. In your sex life, do you go along with whatever your partner wants and needs or when necessary do you handle things to make sure you have thrilling sex?

I am a lot more compliant and tend to go along with what my partner suggests most of the time. It has led to some very exciting experiences.

Bonus: When is the last time you purchased a sex toy? What did you buy? Was it purchased online or at a store?

I purchased a small massager just before we left on our voyage. Like all my sex toys I purchase online. Unless you count the rope I purchased at Bunnings in Cairns!!

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 8

Consider a moment in your life of great sensuality, eroticism or sexuality. Then answer the questions as Mary Oliver does in her poem Gratitude as they apply to that moment.

When I met with Johnny it was always a feast for the senses. He was an accomplished lover and he had a way about him that was very sensual. These questions are focussed around a meeting that we had that was engineered by Mr Jones. I waited for him tied, dressed to Mr Jones’ specifications and blindfolded.

What did you notice?

Every little sound. Every nuance of discomfort. I was very aware of the way my body was placed.

What did you hear?

I heard him coming up the steps, I heard the small sounds of him undressing. The sound of his breathing as he approached me for the first touch.

What did you admire?

His cock. The feel of the pre-cum as he stroked my body with it before he pressed it against my lips. I would never tire of having that glorious organ in my mouth.

What astonished you?

How aroused I was. Even though I was dressed according to another man’s instructions and I was wearing a tail my body was alive. Waiting to be touched.

What would you like to see again?

Johnny, naked, aroused, waiting for me to suck him.

What was most tender?

The way both men held me. Sandwiching my body between theirs. There is something about being held that way by two caring men.

What was most wonderful?

Both men completely comfortable with the situation. Taking their pleasure and giving at the same time.

What did you think was happening?

I didn’t think. The moment was for enjoyment.

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Three is Company

I often write stories from the perspective of a male rather than a female. Even if it is based on an experience of my own. Reflecting on a recent encounter I decided to try writing from the perspective of each person a bit like a reality TV commentary. Please let me know how you think it worked.

Harry

Living in a small town sometimes makes it hard to find a FWB. Choices are limited. People get funny if you like something a little different. No one likes to admit they get freaky in the sheets even if people do. All guys ever do around here is fish and drink.

I met Jenna online through a dating app. When we started chatting, she lived in a city far away from me. I don’t know why she talked to me really, but she was cool, and we sometimes shared pics. I fantasised that I would visit her city one day to see her.

One afternoon I was flicking through profiles and I noticed that she had changed her location. She was travelling with her husband and heading my way! I couldn’t believe it! Maybe my fantasy would come true.

Brian

I love my wife. She is an amazing person. She doesn’t always agree with me, but I think she is amazingly beautiful. When we go to lifestyle events men are always attracted to her and want to be around her. She always worries that I will get left out but a lot of the time she is the most attractive one in the room and I just can’t get excited about anyone else.

Lately we have been meeting single guys. She seems to mainly like younger guys, but they can be fickle. I hate it when she thinks she has arranged a meeting and they bail on her. They honestly don’t know what they are missing. She is really good at sex because she likes to make her partners happy. It is a joy to watch.

Jenna

I wasn’t sure about Harry. He was a guy who seemed to have a good heart, but I wasn’t sure. I learned when I was much younger that sometimes giving guys like him a go can be rewarding. Which is the reason why I never just shove them to the side. But he had slowly stopped talking to me and I was surprised when he messaged me.

Getting timing right can be tricky. Travelling by sea is subject to weather and sometimes you arrive well before you intend, mostly it takes longer. Harry lived in a place we were not really intending to visit and then the wind blew us here. The town surprised us. At a time when I was anxious about our journey and needed to breathe for a day or two, I found a place that let me do that. Harry was persistent if nothing else. We had no plans, so we agreed to hang out.

Harry

She was staying in the marina. A tiny pontoon with about twenty boats tied up to it. Of course, hers was the most beautiful sitting proudly amongst the run-down fishing boats. In the darkness we embraced for the first time. She felt amazing in my arms and she smelled so good. Better than the coal smell that filled my car and my hut at camp. She showed me around her boat and introduced me to her husband. They offered me a beer and we sat on the couch chatting about their trip and stuff.

Earlier in the day she told me that her husband was bi. I was nervous. I had never done anything with a guy, and I wasn’t sure what to expect but he was cool. He sat apart from us while we chatted. I felt her hand on my leg her fingers sneaking under the leg of my boardies. I stroked her arm, still unsure of how fast to go. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and she started playing with my nipples. Her hands slipped down into the waist of my shorts, my cock was so hard.

Brian

Jenna thinks she is being subtle, but she isn’t. We had talked about how interested her friend was in guys. Lately I have been participating more in her choices and expressing my desires to suck cock and see, smell, and taste his cum. Jenna discussed this with Harry. He hadn’t ever done that kind of thing before, but he wasn’t ruling it out. Watching them together was cute. I could see he was shy, and I could see she would probably prefer a bit more of a one-on-one encounter.

I left them for a while and went to our bedroom to read but all the time I was listening to them. I could tell she was enjoying herself by her moans. I didn’t know what he was exactly doing but I could tell she was having the type of climaxes that usually make her squirt. Then her voice was muffled a little. I imagined her mouth full of his cock. It made me hard.

Harry

She tasted amazing. When I licked her and fingered her at the same time my mouth filled with her juice. I could have drunk her sweet liquid all night. Her mouth on my cock was amazing. I hadn’t had a head job in forever and this one was one of the best. I could have let myself cum in her mouth, but I didn’t want to spoil it by asking for permission.

We moved to the bedroom I lay on the bed and she straddled me. I thought she was going to take my cock inside her, but she just rubbed her pussy on me. The slightest touch against her pussy sent shudders through her. It was so intense.

Jenna

I sat astride him. I was so turned on the slightest touch sent a jolt through me. I wanted his cock to fill me, but he pushed me down and fingered me again. I could feel my juice gushing over his hand. At the entrance to the room, I saw Brian naked, watching us. I smiled, happy to see him sliding into bed beside me.

Harry kneeled on the bed beside us with his hand gripping his cock as he watched us fucking. He watched us closely, his hand working his cock.

“Cum on my tits,” I whispered to him. He nodded.

“Come closer,” Brian encouraged him. I know what Brian likes.

Harry came so quickly. So sexy. I felt Brian get harder inside me as the first hot liquid splashed across me. His load was much bigger than I was used to. Jets of warm cum sprayed over both of us and Brian pumped harder into me. Harry groaned and fell back on the bed watching us. I could feel my orgasm building in time with Brian.

With a groan he climaxed, tipping me over the edge. It was intense. The room seemed filled with pheromones and the scent of sex. The three of us relaxed breathing heavily, happy, satiated.

Someone made a comment about the drive Harry had to make to go home,

“My feet won’t touch the ground the whole way back to camp.”

After we had recovered, I walked back to his car with him. We embraced and kissed goodbye. His cock was hard against my leg.

“Oh my God you are ready to go again!” I exclaimed. I did not expect that. If I had known I would have sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I rubbed him through his shorts.

“I should have said something,” he looked sheepish.

“Something to remember for next time.” I smiled in the darkness.

He got into his car and drove away. I wondered if I would see him again. I walked back through the marina parking lot and down the gangway. I was wearing a long flowing cardigan with nothing underneath. Something easy to dress in. In the darkness walking past the sleeping boats, I let the garment fall open. The breeze pulled the fabric away to expose my naked breasts. I knew there were other men living on some of the boats, I didn’t care. In that moment I felt like a goddess. I pushed back my shoulders daring the world to look at me and comment.

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On the Water

Sometimes you meet someone who is clearly going to be an amazing lover. Sometimes those encounters leave a lasting imprint and you wish you could go back and do them over and over.

The night was warm. The weather was clear with no wind. I wanted to show a new friend our boat because he was really interested in boats. We took our yacht out into the bay, just a little way. Far enough away that no one would hear the screams but close enough that we could watch the lights of the harbor. Or rather that they would provide a pleasant backdrop.

Once the anchor was down we lay out the front on the trampoline. The slight breeze lifted my dress, maybe it was helped a little by his hand. He kissed me deeply, pressing his body against mine. I responded, thrusting my hips against his hand that had found its way inside my panties. Skilled fingers stroked my swollen clit as he nibbled against my neck. I slipped my hand inside his shorts.

“See what you do to me,” his breath was hot in my ear.

A little whimper escaped me as his fingers slipped inside me.

“I want to put myself in there,” I loved the sound of his voice. The way his accent made the words sound. It made me want him more. But I wasn’t ready for his cock yet. I flipped him on his back and opened his shirt. His nipples responded to my touch. As I sucked and nibbled he moaned with pleasure. My hand caressed the soft smooth skin of his cock before I slid my mouth downwards over the head of his cock. I paused, taking time pull back his foreskin and stroke the smoothness underneath as I applied more suction. His hips bucked under me and his hands held the back of my head as he pushed his cock deep into my mouth.

With a wicked smile I sat astride him with the hardness of his cock pressing against the hot wetness of my cunt, separated by the thin fabric of my panties.

“How much do you want me,” I smiled, enjoying the tease.

“Very much,” his hands gripped my hips, “I want to make you cum twenty times and cover me with your juice.”

I ground down on him aware that my husband was standing in the shadows, watching us, not ready to join in yet. There was a pause as I found the condoms. I lay back watching him slide the sheath over himself. His cock was strong and proud. I knew he was skilled. He arranged me the way he wanted and knelt between my legs with his cock resting against my opening. Slowly he slid inside me, all the time watching my face. The dim light from the foreshore lit his body perfectly.

“You feel so amazing,” he said softly as he began thrusting.

I was lost in the feeling of his cock inside me, pushing me open. He twisted my hips, finding the spots he knew would trigger a reaction. He looked so fucking sexy, a little furrow appeared in the middle of his forehead.

“What is wrong?” I worried, I always worry. I didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment.

“I am concentrating,” he replied. He took his cock and stroked my pussy. My body arched and I squirted juice over his cock. He grinned in happiness, “That is what I wanted.” He slipped inside me and fucked me hard. His energy was astounding. It felt like he could fuck like this forever.

There was movement beside me and my husband settled beside us. He had taken his pants off and I could see how turned on he was by watching us fuck. I flipped my friend over and sat astride him so that I could lean down and take the second cock into my mouth. I slipped off my dress completely and my friend reached up to hold my breasts.

“Such beautiful boobsies,” he murmured pressing his face into them before taking each nipple into his mouth.

If there was a heaven, I was in it. Two men, two cock, a beautiful night. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I really can’t remember the exact order of events after that. I know that I came more than the requisite twenty times. I know that I fucked each of them over and over. I know that my friend was covered in my juice and I know that I wanted to pack him into my suitcase and take him away on my trip.

Images keep flashing into my mind. Of a sexy dark haired man fucking like a rabbit. Of my husband fucking me as I bent over the bed with my friend’s cock in my mouth. Of my friend cumming in my mouth while my husband’s cock was inside me. It truly was magical.

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Return to Summer

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday is Thunder. In Australia we are in the middle of storm season. The days are often humid and finish with a storm. When reading the prompt a classic song from an Australian pub band – GANGgajang came to my mind.

Out on the patio we’d sit

And the humidity we’d breathe

The sounds of GANGgajang wafted through the screen door to the verandah where Liz sat with her feet propped up on the railing. Cicadas buzzed all around them almost drowning out the song.

“I never realised how much I missed that sound,” Liz took a swig from her beer

“What, don’t they have GANGgajang in Pommie land?” Johnno plonked himself down on the chair beside her and cracked open a can of beer.

“The cicadas you doofus!” Liz slapped him on the arm. “You are such an idiot sometimes.”

“I’m an idiot?” Johnno turned to look at her. “You’re the one being all soppy about cicadas.”

“No, it’s just that London is so different from here.” Liz’s voice trailed away, as she stared out over the sugarcane that grew almost up to the bottom of the stairs. In the distance lightning flashed through storm clouds too far away for the sound of thunder to reach them

We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields

Laugh and think, this is Australia.

“Yeh, I can’t say I am wishing I went with you.” Johnno’s voice sounded reflective.

Liz turned and looked at him in the half-light that was spilling onto the veranda from the lounge room. His body was lean and muscular from long days working on and driving machinery. Her eyes moved down his arms to study his hands. Big, capable hands. So. Fucking. Sexy.

And in the distance, through the heat haze

In convoys of silence the cattle graze

“It is so FUCKING hot,” Liz stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She moved to the railing hoping for a finger of breeze to cool the sweat from her skin. “Three days ago, I couldn’t go outside without wearing at least four layers of clothing. Now I feel as if clothes are going to choke me!”

Johnno was silent. Looking at her over the rim of his beer can. The dim light from the lounge room illuminated the curve of her breast. Full, round breasts. So. Fucking. Sexy.

He stood up from his chair and moved to stand in front of her. Their eyes met and the tension grew. His fingers flexed but he hesitated. Did she want him after all her travels? How could she want a simple country boy like him after travelling the world?

Liz was transfixed by his hands. Her nipples hardened as if they were stretching towards the man standing just out of their reach. She ached to feel his body again but something stopped her from pulling him to her. Had he moved on? Had he forgotten?

He leaned down, hoping, afraid. She tilted her head longing, hands itching to feel the muscles of his chest and to cup that amazing arse.

The veranda door banged open,

“Hey Liz! I heard you were back! You picked the best time to come home. It is so fucking hot!” Johnno’s friend Toby appeared, beer in hand. There was an awkward silence and Liz reached for the dress she had discarded over the chair, Johnno stepped in front of her to block Toby’s view of her in her underwear.

“Hi Toby,” Liz’s voice was muffled by her dress as her arms flailed around trying to find their place.

“Was I interrupting something?” Toby tried to look around the tall solid body of his friend.

“No,” Johnno’s voice was firm as he took a step towards Toby.

“Really?” Toby’s eyebrows raised as he took in the flush on his friend’s face. “I am disappointed that you didn’t invite me.”

The block is awkward – it faces west,

With long diagonals, sloping too.

Finally, her dress was in place and Liz appeared.

“Hi Toby,” she stepped forward to hug him, “how have you been?”

“Oh you know, nothing ever changes around here.” He sat down on a chair and opened his beer. “You look amazing, by the way.” His eyes travelled over her body. She felt herself responding to those piercing blue eyes. So. Fucking. Sexy.

That certain texture, that certain beat,

Brings forth the night time heat.

Johnno stepped forward so that Liz could feel the heat from his body. She leaned back against his chest. Her eyes locked with Toby, challenging him. Johnno’s hands moved around to cup her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples, sending a jolt through her. Without speaking Toby stood and moved until he was standing in front of her. Johnno’s strong arms held her close to his strong body as Toby pressed against her, kissing her deeply. He reached down and lifted the hem of her dress with one hand and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers.

Liz whimpered as Toby’s fingers slid into her slick opening. She sagged weakly against Johnno’s strong frame. His fingers worked in and out of her, hooking to trigger her g-spot. She cried out in pleasure as a gush of liquid covered Toby’s hand.

“I think she likes that,” Johnno’s voice was hoarse.

“I think she does,” Toby pressed his hard cock against her thigh.

“I bet those Pommie guys don’t fuck like us.” Toby eased his cock out of his pants. Precum glistened in the dim light, “Do you think you will still recognise us?”

Liz reached for Toby’s cock but he grasped her wrist, stopping her, “That is cheating,” he smiled teasingly, “Let’s play the game the way we used to.”

“OK.” Johnno’s arms relaxed and Liz moved to the veranda rail. She leaned forward slightly wiggling her hips as Johnno slid her soaking knickers down over her knees. Free of her underwear Liz spread her legs slightly and bent further forward. The heady smell of her arousal filled the night ari.

That certain texture, that certain smell

Brings forth the heavy days

Brings for the night time sweat.

“Are you ready?” Johnno whispered in her ear.

She nodded, “Yes,” her voice was faint

Slowly a cock slid into her, opening her. When the shaft was as deep as it could get it stopped. A pair of hands gripped her hips. They stood that way for a few moments.

“Johnno?” Liz’s voice was hesitant

“Good girl, you remembered.” The hands gripped her hips and she was rewarded by several long deep strokes of his cock. Fingers stroked her clit, before sliding in next to the cock, stretching her a little further. A deep moan escaped her throat.

“Fuck!” she moaned as an orgasm ripped through her. Liquid gushed over the hand as she sagged weakly against the veranda rail. Johnno withdrew his cock and stepped aside.

“Do you want another?” Toby’s voice was hot in her ear.

“Yes!”

Toby slid himself into her. He was unable to stop himself from pumping hard. “Fuck you have the best pussy. I have missed this.” Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her back. The night air was filled with the sound of his hips slapping against Liz’s butt. Her moans of pleasure joined his grunt as he emptied himself into her. He held himself for a few moments breathing heavily before she pulled away from him.

“I hope that isn’t all you two have got,” her eyes challenged them both.

Johnno grinned, “You know us better than that,” “That is good, I wouldn’t want to have come all this way to be disappointed.” Liz turned and led the way into the house. Without a question both men followed.

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Saturday Sex Interview – Firsts

I have made a couple of posts featuring questions from Your Sex Interview. For personal reasons the blogger has made his blog private so cannot link it here but I love the intimate, far reaching style of the questions. He has put together some sets of questions that I thought would be fun to share with you here. So here goes set 1 – Firsts.

Question 1: Describe the first time you experienced an orgasm with another person? (could be any kind of contact not necessarily intercourse)

Sadly I my first orgasm seems to be buried in the depths of my past and does not resonate in my mind as a life changing experience. I learned to masturbate when I was relatively young. I struggled to communicate my desires and what makes me tic to many, many lovers including Mr Jones. So often my best and most resonating orgasms have been self assisted.

I do remember well the first time that Mr Jones and I had sex. In those days I was still governed by some sense of catholic morality and had deemed that we would not have sex until we had been together for a while, I think initially I wanted to wait for a month. My resolve crumbled. We had been somewhere, perhaps overnight camping, I don’t remember but I do remember being together in his room and his cock entering me for the first time. I loved his cock from the first time I saw it, so beautiful. I remember having an orgasm simply from being penetrated. It was un heard of for me.

That fuck and that orgasm sealed the deal for me. He was the one.

Question 2: Describe the time you first saw someone’s private parts? (in a romantic/sexual context)

In high school my boyfriend and I used to sneak into the squash courts to make out during lunch time. I was a boarder and so my socialising was extremely limited. We had very little opportunity to see each other outside of school. It was during these sessions that I reached my hand into a boy’s pants for the first time to feel and later see a real live penis. From memory it was not unattractive to me. It would be a couple of years before I put one in my mouth though.

That event did change my sexual identity.

Question 3: What would you watch first if you were given a magic video library that included videos of every sexual encounter of every living adult on earth? (who, what, where, when, who with, etc.)

I am not really in to watching porn. Watching actual people have actual sex in a live setting is more my scene. So the idea of watching a video of people having sex is not massively appealing. Having said that I do have a weakness for watching a man masturbate. If I could choose any video of any sexual act it would be to watch Johnny masturbate. Oh wait, I already have one of those videos. I guess I don’t need the library.

Question 4: First sexual word/phrase that enters your mind in response to the following prompts:

◦ Big: ?

Cock

◦ Hot: ?

Summer day, wearing a bikini

◦ Tempting: ?

Mmmmmm what I could do with that pretty cock.

◦ People might think I’m a perv if they knew:  ?

I like to surreptitiously look at the front of men’s pants and speculate about what is in there,

◦ I wish I could:  ?

Eat ice-cream every day without getting fat.

Question 5: What is the first thing you would say if your significant other sat you down and asked if one of their friends could join you both for a three way?

The three way thing is not a bother to me. My husband and I have had many of these and I throughly enjoyed all of them.

The problem with this scenario is my husband’s friends. I am not sure if I am up to have sex with most of them. To be perfectly honest I am not sure they could keep up with me!

What do I Know About Women – Part 2

This series is based on a post at Your Sex Interview. I posted Part One here.

What do you know about timing?

Timing is everything. In Duncan’s post he speaks about women being attracted to different types of men at different times of her cycle. I am not sure about that but I know that at different times of her cycle she is unconsciously more attractive to men.

I know my interest in certain men and certain activities can be fleeting. I can be all horny and wanting a certain man to do certain things one day but if he does not talk advantage of the opportunity when it is on offer I can lose interest pretty quickly.

What do you know about three-ways?

A bunch!!!!!!!!

Apparently, they are more common in Australia. I am Australian, I see them happening a bit, but my perspective of non-monogamous sex is a little skewed because of my lifestyle.

My first threesome was a FFM. Back then I was more into girls than I am now. It was very surreal. Mr Jones and I were at a swingers club that we frequent and we met a woman. She told us about her day of treating herself to a massage, some beauty treatments and a nice meal. She was here for some sex, which we had, then she left. The threesome was very nice and she was very nice. Mr Jones still talks about it.

My first MMF involved a double vaginal penetration. There is a story about it on my old blog. It was a life changing moment and one that I haven’t really repeated, yet.

Since then we have threesomes with both men and women but mostly with women. Mostly because it is easier to find men. And because I like cock.

Do I have a preference? I would say I prefer MMF but writing this has made me wonder….

What do you know about women and cheating?

Women cheat. I don’t know if they cheat as often as men. It kind of depends on your definition of cheating. The standard definition of cheating is penis in vagina without the other partner(s) knowledge. But there are so many other things that don’t go quite that far. Is a head job cheating? Is kissing cheating? Is talking dirty via messenger app with someone you met on the internet cheating? Is flirting with the guy who comes in to your work regularly cheating?

I would answer yes to most of those questions, most of the time. My definition of cheating is anything you would not feel comfortable doing while your partner is in the room. So if you wouldn’t do those things in front of your partner you are cheating.

Mr Jones and I have very strict honesty and disclosure rules. They can be quite confronting sometimes but I believe firmly it is the only reason that we are where we are at in our relationship. Without it I would not have the freedom I enjoy and I would not be as happy as I am now.

It is a generalisation but I feel that sometimes women cheat for slightly different reasons than men. I think men mostly cheat because they don’t get sexual fulfillment in their relationships. Women cheat because they don’t feel validated in their relationships. Being with a man who tells them they are attractive and who pays attention to them is important and often a lack of that attention and validation is what drives a woman out of her relationship. Even if it is only to flirt with the delivery guy at work.

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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.

The Perfect Friday Night

I am not sure if school swimming carnivals are a thing in the rest of the world. But here in the Land Down Under the school swimming carnival is an institution that causes great joy in the minority of a school population, a neutral feeling in probably the majority and angst in the rest of us. For teachers swimming carnivals are, like a lot of whole school sporting events, a chance for those kids who struggle in the classroom to shine. They also represent a day of trying to co-erce reluctant students to compete, trying to soothe kids who find large crowds of people stressful and trying to be positive and up beat when hit with complaints about how boring this is.

In the land of long hot summers swimming is something almost every child learns how to do to some degree. So everyone has at least one set of swimmers and the ability to complete 50m of freestyle. Therefore it is reasonable to expect most students to jump in and have a go. What is not unreasonable is teenage girls in swimsuits that display all of their butt cheeks (very uncomfortable for male teachers) and the occasional boy in good old Budgie Smugglers, Dick Togs, Speedos or whatever you want to call them. (Not something I need to see EVER!!!)

budgie smugglers

So after a long day of coercing students to compete in events, encouraging students to clean up their rubbish, supervising a stupidly slow canteen line and dealing with a student who decided it would be funny to moon a teacher who went into the boys change rooms to investigate raucous behavior I was more than relieved to kick back with a wine or two at Staff Friday Drinks. That was when the perfect Friday Night Plan was born.

Twitter followers will be familiar with this plan. The essence was as follows;

Step 1: Drink wine with colleagues in the staff room after work

Step 2: Go home and immerse myself in a bath while someone else makes my dinner

Step 3: Eat dinner

Step 4: Go to my local swinger’s club, find a nice young man and enjoy myself a MMF.

When I initially tweeted this the after work drinking was happening. Mr Jones had done a stellar job of parenting and picked up the girl child so I was free to come home when I was ready. As I wrote the initial plan into Twitter I felt that it was not realistic. But as I slid into my car to drive home, thank goodness I didn’t run into a police person who wanted to breathalyze me or things could have gone very wrong!!, some of the positive self talk that I have been practising lately kicked in. I decided that I could and should see if the plan could happen.

On arrival at home I was pleased to find dinner underway. The plan was happening without too much effort on my part. It wasn’t going to be fine dining. Mr Jones is not a skilled cook but I didn’t have to cook and I was grateful. My daughter decided to jump in the bath which did make me re-consider but somehow things seemed to fit together. I found myself relaxing in a tub of warm water.

Note to self; request bubble bath for Mother’s Day.

Long story short dinner happened, I got dressed, I looked hot and I found myself at the club. It was a little quiet. The last few times Mr Jones and I went there it was a bit of a sausage fest. I was hoping for something similar, because sausages were a big part of the plan. I was a little disappointed but as time went by a younger man appeared.

Within a relatively short space of time I found myself naked on a bed between two men. The plan was definite falling in to place. My new friend’s skin was so smooth. He was so young and seemed so inexperienced. It didn’t matter. I had Mr Jones’s cock in my pussy and my new friend’s cock down my throat. I was in my happy place.

I am not sure what it is about a spit roast, it just feels so fucking good. The feeling of Mr Jones’ arms around me while he fucked me was the best feeling. I felt so close to him. Something I needed. Even if I didn’t realise it. I lay back while Mr Jones fucked me and I put the other man’s hands on my pussy. His fingers worked my clit as the cock slid in and out of me. For a brief while I thought about trying to encourage him to put his cock inside me beside Mr Jones’. It was a passing thought.

I could feel the orgasm building. I wasn’t entirely expecting it but there it was. For a moment I could feel the tension building then it seemed to ebb away. My friend caressed my clit, working it beautifully. Mr Jones’ cock slid in and out of me. Maybe the position which was not something we usually did. Maybe the intensity of the night.

The orgasm built again, faster than I expected. When I came it was like thunderstorm gripping my body. I knew I needed the experience but I hadn’t realised how much. The feeling of peace that came over me was the most relaxed I had been in weeks.

But it wasn’t done. I needed to watch the new man cum. I encouraged him to fuck me hard. As he fucked me I watched his face. There is something about watching a man climax. It is as satisfying as my own climax. I was lucky this night. Not only did I enjoy some truly special sex and a mind blowing orgasm but I also got to feel the climax of my new friend and finally my husband.

Afterwards my new friend left the room. I will probably not see him again but it doesn’t matter. My plan came to fruition, it was the perfect Friday Night,.