We played.
The warm spring evening enhanced my already good mood. I was wandering through the charming city towards the hotel, admiring the recently bared slender legs of its female inhabitants. It seemed to me they had all undressed especially for me, and nature in general had presented a little gift; moreover, on my very first day, I had managed to finish all my business and could now hang around and enjoy life. Beautiful women stirred my imagination, and I didn't want to think about anything else but them.
I tossed my things into the room and decided to go down to the bar for a bite and a drink. A man came out of the neighboring room with me
slightly older than me, with a pleasant appearance and a cheerful smile that immediately invited casual conversation. It turned out he was also heading to the bar for wine. I even wondered—why does he need wine in his room if, by his own words, he's also alone? But I understood why he needed the wine later. We got talking like old acquaintances, and the topic smoothly shifted to women, especially since upon entering the bar, our attention was immediately captured by three beautiful, slender ladies sitting in a corner sipping coffee. Local call girls, undoubtedly. I complained about my already huge desire to fuck someone and jokingly suggested he consider the possibility of ordering girls, especially since each of this trio was a solid five, even a five-plus. He supported me, even suggesting one for both of us to save money, but then joked it off, saying he'd think about it, but definitely not today, maybe tomorrow... and he also said he had some female acquaintances in this city who wanted sex no less than I did, maybe even more, and persuaded me not to rush into paid love.I stayed to dine alone, and he left, citing some business. I glanced once more at his bottle of wine but didn't ask anything.
Returning to the room, I threw off my clothes and sprawled on the bed to watch TV. My attention was drawn by quiet voices from the neighboring room, the one my new acquaintance had come from. I turned off the TV and listened. They were speaking in low voices, but surprisingly, it was very audible. I looked at the socket right above the wooden headboard of the bed; the sound was coming from it. I touched it, and it fell out, remaining in my hand. Inside, there were no wires at all; apparently, they had intended to install one but didn't, and just covered the hole with a socket cover. Moreover, the hole went straight through to the neighboring room, and on that side, there was also a cover, but not a whole one—only half. The other half was broken off, and I immediately saw the entire room and its occupants. I instantly closed the cover on my side so as not to be noticed, turned off the light, tightly closed the curtains, and then removed it again with an unbearable desire to spy on my neighbor, or rather, neighbors. As it turned out, my neighbor was not alone at all, as he had said, but with a woman, and a very, very attractive one at that. She was walking around in a man's shirt and the tiniest thong, which immediately made my little friend stir. From their conversation, I gathered she was his wife and had come with him for company. He was sitting on the bed, still damp from the shower, with a towel wrapped around his hips, directly opposite my "peephole," telling her about our meeting and the girls in the bar. She flitted between my embrasure and him, showing off her charms to me and occasionally answering him, clearly interested in the details, asking about my appearance, purring in response to his story. Then, placing her foot on the bed next to him and stroking his hair:
— How about I be a whore today? You pretend you picked me up, huh? I'll fulfill all your dirty desires.
— I'll go prepare my holes for my client, okay?
— Go on, prepare them well! I want to fuck all the whore's holes today.
And he slapped her firm ass, sending her to the bathroom. My breath caught from excitement; even though I was ashamed of spying, I wasn't going to deprive myself of such a spectacle. I quietly slipped into the shower; by my calculations, I had about ten minutes. And so, washing off the day's fatigue with a cool shower, enjoying my nakedness, I knelt with my erect cock by the headboard, pressed against the hole in the wall, and unblinkingly awaited the continuation of the show.
She came out of the shower naked. I was struck by her flawlessly slender body, her defined waist, and her not-large but very beautiful breasts.
— I've been waiting. Are you planning to work? Or should I call another one?
Theatrically playing the game they had invented, my acquaintance scolded her, pointing to the towel.
— Okay, okay, I'm ready, I'll do all the work, you'll be satisfied.
She answered him submissively, gently pushing him onto the bed so that he lay on his back with his legs hanging off the edge. When she turned her ass towards me, my eyes involuntarily widened. Between her round buttocks, spreading them apart with its base, protruded a translucent plug. Inside, this silicone thing had a hole running its entire length, and I could even see through the transparent material the tunnel of her widening anus. She knelt down, spreading her legs wide and lifting her ass up so that her pussy, shiny with natural lubrication, was visible as if in the palm of my hand. Her swollen labia had parted, exposing the entrance and indicating the mistress's strong arousal. I watched the plug in her ass and imagined her flesh gripping it, while my hand squeezed my steaming cock. I imagined it was her ass squeezing it. I scooped some cream into my palm and squeezed the head of my cock harder. Right at that moment, she wiggled her ass a little and took her husband's still-limp cock into her mouth, making some rumbling sounds, quickly bringing it to full readiness. My brain and cock almost exploded simultaneously from this sight.
— You will experience unforgettable sensations with me, trust me and my caresses.
She continued playing the game she had invented. She spoke, or rather whispered this, pressing the head of his cock to her lips. And it looked unbelievably sexy. In her hand, I noticed a silicone cock, which she slowly lubricated while continuing to suck her husband's (or rather, client's) cock. Then she lifted his legs up, and her tongue slid over his balls and lower to the hole of his anus, which she licked intently for a long time. Later, lubricating it with the same lube, she worked it open with her fingers one by one, keeping his cock deep in her mouth. The silicone toy, an exact copy of the cock she was so skillfully sucking with loud slurps and moans, slowly sank into the well-lubricated hole. The "client" moaned, and she sucked his cock harder, pushing it deeper into her throat, thereby intensifying his moans. I envied this couple's incredibly developed imagination and caught myself thinking that I also wanted to try something similar. I even felt my anus relaxing on its own, as if that toy were entering it. Without looking away from the spectacle, with a finger from my other hand coated in baby cream, I penetrated my own pleading hole, immediately feeling the pleasure intensify. I even tried to jerk off slower and even stop to avoid coming prematurely and to watch the show to the end, when already two of my fingers slipped deep inside.
Meanwhile, the movements of the toy became stronger. She took her husband's cock out of her throat and simply caressed the frenulum with her lips, occasionally running her tongue over the very tip of the head, finding and playing with the small hole on it.
In all the woman's movements, it was clear that all these actions gave her incredible pleasure. She savored every movement of the cock in her mouth and the toy in her husband's hole. She knew about caresses, enjoyed them, knew how, and most importantly, loved to give them to her partner. This is a very rare quality of a real Woman and a great happiness for her partner. She knows how not to rush, plays without letting the man finish before experiencing the full spectrum of sexual satisfaction!
— So, is my client satisfied? Licking her lips and breathing heavily, she asked in a quiet, passionate voice.
— Quite. Now, how about we play something else? Licking his lips and letting her know he was ready to lick her pussy, my new acquaintance asked.
— Let's do it. I really liked playing; it's so arousing. I want to think of something else. And she squinted her eyes, expecting suggestions from her husband.
— Listen, maybe I'll call my acquaintance from today, and we'll call you like a prostitute? You do want to try working with a double-barreled shotgun, with a real, non-silicone second cock.
It was clear she was seriously turned on. She twisted around and began breathing heavily. I won't even mention myself; after these words, I instantly came, splattering the headboard and pillow. If they had listened, they would surely have heard me involuntarily moan at that moment.
Her ass rose again, showing me her perineum, which wasn't just moist but soaked with her juices. The plug in her anus moved slightly, indicating how strongly her aroused muscles were pulsing. She was breathing heavily, betraying her passion and desire to play this game.
— Well, we're in another city, no one knows us, the guy seems nice and married, we'll just play and that's it, we'll never see him again, and I have no reason to be jealous, you're not cheating on me...
— I would never cheat! It's so great with you, I love you. And she again sank into a long kiss with his lips. Then she added — Let's discuss it later, but now I want you. He lifted her by the hips so that she was on her knees with her legs spread wide and crawled underneath to her open, dripping labia, immediately plunging his tongue into them. She moaned loudly, surrendering to the power of his caresses. His tongue knew what this pussy needed; the slurping and moans were incredibly loud, and I started getting aroused again. He lifted her slightly above his face and freed her already stretched and ready ass from the transparent toy. I even stopped breathing from the mesmerizing sight of the slowly closing sphincter and the open lips of her vagina. Both holes beckoningly glistened, and my recently spent cock tensed to the point of sharp pain, and I squeezed it again, trying to calm it down a bit. Her husband also knew how to give pleasure and loved it!
— That's how we'll take turns fucking your ass tomorrow. First, you'll sit on him with your pussy, and I'll stretch it for him and pour my lube inside. Then you'll sit on me, and he'll add his there. You'll like it. porn stories. As he said this, he thrust his cock deeper into her pussy, lifting his hips, and pressed on the toy so hard it almost disappeared completely into her anal opening. Yeeessss, screamed the woman, all wet with sweat — I really want to be a depraved whore, more, give it to me harder. And she jerked and twisted her ass, impaling herself on both shafts.
— Now it's your turn. I want to stand up; you like it from behind.
They fell onto the bed, and after a few minutes, they drank wine and continued talking about me.
— Listen, I told him today that I have some female friends in this city and can call them. Maybe I'll say first that two girls are coming, and then you'll come alone and say your friend couldn't make it. Well, and of course, we'll stay as a threesome, have a drink, and sort of talk you into having sex with both of us? How about that? Or better as a prostitute? He stroked her perineum with his finger, smearing his semen, which was leaking from her ass, over both holes.
— Let's do it as a friend. You tell him we're supposedly divorced and have been without men for a long time and all that... That we just dream of being fucked properly, so he's mentally prepared.
I lay there and, listening to their conversation and plans, quietly fell asleep.
In the morning, my neighbor came to me and, noticeably embarrassed, asked what I was doing in the evening. Making sure I wasn't planning to go anywhere and getting even more nervous, he asked how I would feel if he invited two girls over in the evening, telling me in detail about them, that they really wanted to be fucked, that he had met one of them several times, that she gives it in all holes and all that... Of course, I agreed, laughing to myself at his awkwardness and even sympathizing with him, remembering yesterday's details, which even aroused me seriously. I also said I needed to leave before evening—on purpose, to give them a chance not to be caught together—and we said goodbye, agreeing that I would provide the wine and snacks, and he would provide the girls. My heart was pounding, ready to jump out. His wife was very, very beautiful and sexy, and I couldn't wait for evening to come. With each minute, I wanted her more and more, and yesterday's scenes didn't let my cock even lie down. And finally, evening came.
We were sitting together with my acquaintance in his room, having had a couple of shots of cognac, waiting. He was very nervous and couldn't hide it, and I pretended not to notice.
Knock, knock, and she entered, instantly blushing, telling with a tremor in her voice that her friend was sick, forgetting even to introduce herself or ask our names. But the cognac (we didn't even open the wine) gradually brought everyone to their senses. We were already chatting and laughing; the jokes became more and more frank and spicy.
The evening had already turned late, but my acquaintances still didn't dare move to the main event, and I decided to force things. Looking at the face of the only woman, I squeezed out:
— Pour me another one, and don't go anywhere. Blush flooded her face again; she drank it in one gulp.
Her husband, not finding anything better, slipped his hand under her blouse and, unfastening her bra, asked:
— How about we have a group thing? Have you ever had one?
She poured herself and us another drink and answered:
— Nope, but I've always wanted to. Let's have one more, and I'll take a shower before I change my mind.
— I'll take a shower in my room too. Leaving them alone in this difficult moment and defusing the situation, I squeezed out.
— Just be quick, or I might change my mind. Squinting, she purred, and it seemed to me her fear was gone; she was already calm and playing the game they had invented.
Cooling off under a cool shower, I threw on jeans and a shirt and, after waiting another five minutes, quietly entered their room. She met me in a robe and barefoot, immediately hugged my neck, and sank into a long kiss, which I gladly returned, exploring her mouth with my tongue and remembering how yesterday it had been filled with semen. From this, I became very aroused; my hands found themselves under the robe, embracing and caressing her flawless body. Her buttocks drove me crazy and made my head spin; her firm breasts fit neatly into my palm as if made for it. Her nipples were still soft, and I wanted to suck them with my lips so they would swell from my caresses, and that's what I did. Her hands deftly dealt with the jeans and sent them to the floor, along with the shirt. I had prudently not put on any underwear. She pushed me onto the bed, just like she had done with her husband yesterday, and, cupping my fighter at the base with her palm, touched the head with her hot, tender lips—just touched, so that only the very tip was enveloped by her lips, and her tongue softly probed the hole on it. I shook with pleasure and wanted to shove the entire head into her soft mouth so she would squeeze it with her lips, lick it with her tongue, but she wasn't rushing. This insane pleasure, which I dream of repeating every time when I can't bear the pleasure, and the tongue and lips are so tender and soft, continue to torment me with caresses. My eyes clouded with desire and passion, and I didn't even notice how quietly I was moaning. She kept on and on with the sweet torment, and I only dreamed that she wouldn't stop, so much did I want to prolong these moments. My hips rose on their own, trying to sink in another millimeter just at the moment when her husband, wrapped in a towel like yesterday, came out of the shower. She looked at him without taking her lips off my cock, even more insistently caressing the frenulum of my head with her tongue, as if asking permission to suck. He dropped the towel; his cock was also sticking out, indicating he had been aroused by this whole situation for a long time, just like me, just like his wife. He came over and sat down next to her. With the fingers of one hand, he stroked her pussy and quietly moaned:
— Oooh, you're all juicy and have been ready for a while. His fingers slipped inside, making her moan, and she very slowly first swallowed my head and then sucked in my entire cock, pushing it deep into her throat, caressing and pressing it with her tongue. Yes, she was a pro at this. I involuntarily rolled my eyes and relaxed, surrendering completely to her caresses. Her husband watched for a few minutes as she did this, grabbing her hair with one hand and gently pushing her head, helping her impale herself on my cock. He clearly enjoyed this sight. He came from behind and, holding with his hand, inserted his friend into her swollen womb. She moaned, taking my cock out of her mouth, pressed it to her lips, and gently played with her tongue. Her husband smoothly pulled her from behind, gripping her hips. She rocked in rhythm with his movements and impaled her mouth on my cock. It was clear she was insanely enjoying what we were doing with her and was getting more aroused with every second. Her husband's fingers slid to her ass and, scooping up lube, began working the hole, preparing it for invasion. She purred even louder when two fingers fully began fucking her well-lubricated ass, and his cock was thrust all the way into her vagina, only slightly twisting inside. She squeezed my cock at the base with her palm and moaned, slid her lips over the head, occasionally swallowing it, slurping, sucking hard, and then again with her lips from the top. Her husband fucked her pussy with his cock and her ass with his fingers, harder and harder, inflaming her passion. She stood up and, panting with desire, climbed on top of me and quickly impaled herself on my pole, which easily slipped into the vagina that gripped it with a hot, firm ring. I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure and grabbed her, pressing her harder to me. I devoured her swaying breasts with my eyes, kneaded and caressed them, moved my hips, trying to push my cock deeper and harder into the tight womb. Her husband sat behind her and placed his head against the ring of her anus. She froze, her eyes wide, breathing heavily. He wasn't rushing but teased her, running his cock over her sphincter and only pressing slightly until she moaned:
— Come on, come on, do it. And she lay on my chest. I spread her buttocks wide and felt my cock being gripped even tighter by the muscles of her vagina as the second one squeezed into her ass. I clearly felt his penetration. The growling woman dug her nails into me when her second hole was filled with a hot, living cock, penetrating step by step with light thrusts. A loud moan escaped her chest when her husband pressed against her with force, thrusting his friend all the way in between her buttocks, which I had spread apart. I almost came; she stopped all movements in time, letting me catch my breath. For a few moments, she lay pinned by our bodies with her holes filled with cocks, but her breathing became louder and stronger, and rolling her eyes, she groaned:
— Please, keep going, come on, harder, I want it.
This was the signal. Hands grabbed
her firm buttocks, forcefully spreading them apart, and the piston in the narrow hole moved with the force of a steam engine, increasing the amplitude and impacts. I just lay there and enjoyed their movements. My cock was caressed inside by her husband's wildly moving cock and squeezed by the muscles of her vagina. From the rocking, she moved on my cock, and I simply closed my eyes in anticipation of release. Apparently, she understood this and again stopped the frantic rhythm, kissed me on the lips, then turned to her husband and, holding his head from behind with her hand and not taking her lips off his, whispered:
— Come ooon. He didn't need an explanation. A few of his deep penetrations, and I felt his cock swelling inside and pulsing in time with his moans. He poured his portions into his wife's hot ass. She turned to me:
— Now you, in the same place. I want a lot, a whole lot. She got off me, pushed her husband onto his back, and, lifting her ass, sucked his cock, squeezing out the remaining nectar. I couldn't hold back from coming, looking at her rosebud, shiny with lube and semen. The relaxed muscles hadn't yet closed the ring, and I grabbed my friend, trying to quickly thrust it in there. My cock released its first portion onto the open hole, and with a moan, I drove it in full length. Gripping her by the hips, I moaned and growled. I couldn't think about anything anymore, just fucked and fucked, trying to drive it deeper into the hot, slippery, and tightly gripping tunnel. My cock pulsed strongly and poured streams of semen deep inside her. I pressed her to me by the hips, trying to shove my bursting organ as far as possible into the ass already filled with her husband's semen, and added new portions, mixing the cocktail inside. I fell onto my back next to her husband. My cock was also licked clean by this minx, not letting a single drop go to waste. She kissed us in turn with her depraved lips, deeply, passing and smearing the taste of the cocktail of our seed with her tongue.
— I hope you don't think that's all? Squinting and holding our soft cocks in her hands, she purred. And a moment later, she was sitting on my face. From her stretched ass, our semen flowed in a thick stream, and I smeared it with my tongue over her clitoris and labia, trying not to choke. Her husband was next. He slurped loudly as he caressed her perineum, not without pleasure, just like me. My cock had already begun to fill with new strength, and I stood up, offering her to help him with her tongue. She was a very smart girl and instantly sucked it in and brought it to fighting readiness. While her husband caressed her below, I simply fucked her mouth, holding her head with both hands and impaling her on my cock. She went wild from this rough sex and, grabbing my buttocks, pushed it deep into her throat herself. Her husband's cock was also sticking out; all this depravity aroused him, probably, more than anyone. Noticing this, the girl, all wet and breathing heavily, sat with her back to her husband's face, with her still-warm and dripping ass, helping his cock enter her with her hand, and lying on his chest, began fiddling with her clitoris with her finger.
She rubbed the little bump with her fingers, closing her eyes. The sight of her clean-shaven pussy and swollen labia aroused and caused an unbearable desire to press my lips to them. I sat between their legs and went to work with my tongue on her clitoris, occasionally licking the opening to her hot cave. The taste of her juices intoxicated my head, and her moans didn't let me stop, and I continued. She twisted her ass, impaled on her husband's cock, harder and harder. The moans turned into growls, and she rasped out:
— Come on, get inside me quickkkkkk.
I thrust my friend between her swollen labia with a swing and, penetrating deeply with full length, tried to twist just as she had done with the silicone toy yesterday. It was tight and hot inside; my cock easily stretched the walls of her vagina wider with each circular motion. I twisted and twisted my bolt into the already squelching vagina, caressing her husband's cock through the thin partition between her holes. She rolled her eyes, froze for a few moments, her whole body tensed and twitched. I tried to thrust my already ready-to-burst and pulsing cock into her as deep as possible, and it exploded with an orgasm simultaneously with hers, adding incredible brightness to her sensations. She thrashed so beautifully between us that I forgot about everything and only enjoyed this sight and filled her with my seed.
She went limp. I lay for a while as my cock squeezed out every last drop into her and then rolled onto the bed, powerless. Her husband turned her onto her stomach without pulling his cock out of her ass and, saying — I'm a little behind you guys, began moving on her, thrusting his also craving release cock into her ass, which was squelching with semen. She brought her legs together and whimpered softly from his thrusts, gripping the sheet with her hands. I watched them and involuntarily imagined my wife in her place. Fresh blood instantly rushed to my cock, making it throb strongly; I even moaned slightly from the sweet pain, but my friend no longer had the strength to rise. Her husband's movements became faster, stronger, and uncontrolled, and finally, he too was swept by an orgasm. He pulled her onto himself again, and she whimpered softly.
And I, unable to tear myself away from her depravedly sexy face, held it in my palms and stroked her sweaty hair and face. This was the most arousing and beautiful sight in the world. My cock throbbed and ached and again tried to fill with blood. I ran my thumb over her moaning lips. She slightly opened her mouth, allowing and not resisting my actions but unable to respond to them. And I didn't ask for more, just held her head and stroked her tender lips, enjoying the beautiful sight of a satisfied woman. Her husband, breathing heavily, also rolled onto the bed, unable to even lift his head.
She didn't open her eyes or move and seemed unable to even breathe.
We finished the cognac, chatted absolutely casually, and I, citing fatigue, quickly left for my room.
In the morning, or rather at noon, since I woke up well past midday, they were already gone..
On the way home, I couldn't get the depraved thoughts out of my head: my wife and I had a vacation planned in a month, and possible scenarios for sexual adventures wouldn't leave my mind. And to my own fear, I was already ready to think of something for her, to somehow pay for my infidelity.
But was it even infidelity? Or was I just a toy?)