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By (user no longer on site) OP
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'Harder, bitch, harder!'
Joanne's reluctant grip on her husband's nipples tightened as she twisted them even more viciously to bring Aubrey to climax. Anything to keep him hard until he managed to come, anything to stop that soft flabby belly from hammering down and driving the breath from her lungs for any longer then necessary. He grunted at the sudden increase in pain and battered himself into her, his penis twitching as it spewed his seed into her pussy.
His balls emptied, he slumped across her with his cock already softening, lying there like a stranded fish until she half wriggled, half heaved, her way out from under him and left him gasping and sweating. She pulled on her robe and went downstairs to sit in the dining room, her head in her hands, wondering what to do.
She had had a belly full of the man, in both senses of the phrase. At thirty-three she should be in the prime of her sexual life, and even he, some sixteen years older, should not yet be past it. She should be enjoying a fulfilling, adventurous, passionate relationship, not having to beat his backside into a pulp just for him to get anything like an erection, and then wait for him to fall asleep so that he didn't notice as she silently gave herself a small degree of fulfilment. It was as if he blamed her somehow for his inadequacies and for his reliance on perversity to get his pleasure.
When they had met, nine years before, she had been stimulated by what she naively saw as his experimental approach to sex, and what he called his "little peccadilloes" were just an exciting variation on their more normal bedtimes. But as he had got older his kinky tendencies became more and more important to him and seemingly she less so, until now she was nothing more than a masturbation aid as far as he was concerned, and her own enjoyment counted for nothing. What she needed now, she admitted to herself, was someone to give her a damn good straightforward fucking, for it was a certain fact that she would never get one from him anymore.
'I'll be back around ten.'
His voice echoed from the hall followed by the sound of the front door slamming. She stared at the dining room door in surprise because it was so unusual for him to leave her alone for so long. As his virility had waned, so his jealousy had grown; frightened perhaps that someone else would step in where he failed.
She looked at the clock, at first not realising that half an hour had passed while she had sat there moping, then frowning for the time she had wasted without making any decisions. Two fifteen in the afternoon now, nearly eight hours before he returned and by then he would probably be at least moderately d*unk. And that, she suddenly realised, was eight hours of freedom in which to do whatever she wanted, eight hours to get away from the house with all its reminders of her life with a self absorbed masochistic bully. Maybe a walk down by the ocean wouldn't be a bad start. Life couldn't go on forever the way it was, and she needed to think.
She pushed herself out of the chair, planning on a much needed shower before she dressed to go out. Maybe, she thought as the water cascaded over her, a light summer dress with nothing under it so that she could pleasure herself on a quiet beach. But maybe not, for with her luck she'd be caught by someone they both knew. Okay then, not commando, but a light summer dress was still the best bet. She aimed the spray at her pussy, trying to wash away the sticky reminder of their earlier coupling, reconciling herself to his so-called lovemaking. What she wouldn't give to have a normal healthy sex life. God, if only she had the nerve to take a lover.
She had often thought about an affair, and again she seriously considered the idea as she drove towards the sea before deciding once again that it just wasn't worth the risk. She'd never be able to keep it quiet, never be able to cover her liaisons, to account for the regular disappearances that an affair would entail. Aubrey might be a brute, but he wasn't stupid, and if he did find out she was pretty sure he wouldn't divorce her, he'd just make her life an even bigger hell than it was already. She drove around looking to find a spot to park that was near enough to the beach but not so close as to get the car covered in sand. He'd only want to know how it had got there.
Having parked up she wandered down a footpath through the dunes until it opened onto the beach, her favourite, quiet, secluded beach, and was happy to find it almost deserted on this weekday afternoon. There was a group of people clustered around a barbecue way off to her left, a couple strolling along by the water line and a gaggle of youngsters with kites, and that seemed to be that. Pleased, she sauntered the short distance down to the water's edge and ambled along beside the sea, strolling away from the others, head down, lost in thought, listening to the whoosh and suck of the tide on the pebbles and considering what she should do about her life.
But then a sudden rush of water from the incoming tide broke her reverie and wet her feet, persuading her to turn back and to look for somewhere quiet to sit among the fringe of sand dunes that lined the beach. She soon found the perfect spot at the base of the seaward slope of a dune, facing the sun and shaded from the wind, and there she settled back, pulling her dress up onto her thighs to feel the sun on her legs and then leaning back against the warm sand. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift, still hazily going over her situation. There was not a lot she could do about it, she decided, for her husband would never change, that was for certain, and she had no real reason to divorce him. She daren't even have an affair for fear of being caught, even though the very thought of one sent an illicit thrill running through her.
She was still pondering over her life when she became aware that she was not alone. There was nothing that told her so, no shadow, or sound, but just an instinct, and it was that same instinct that made her open an eye very slowly in order to see if she was right before committing herself to looking properly. She was right. About ten or so yards in front of her stood a young man, maybe a dozen years younger than herself and dressed just in a pair of blue jeans and a psychedelic tee-shirt. He was looking intently at her, but at an angle so that it would appear as though he were just innocently contemplating the horizon. For a moment she wondered why, but then she realised. He was looking up her dress, and no doubt seeing more than he should under her hiked up skirt.
Her first instinct was to slam her knees together to maintain her modesty, but for some reason she didn't want to. She knew that she should be extremely offended if not absolutely outraged, but for some reason she wasn't that either. In fact his gaze was giving her a buzz; a tiny but definite adrenalin kick that was making her heart beat just that little bit faster. Opening her other eye, but keeping them both almost closed, she gazed back at him from between her eyelashes, taking in his blond hair, youthfully muscular physique and healthy looking tan. He was clearly interested in her, and the fact that she was having any effect on such a handsome young stranger did wonders for her battered self-esteem. It was the sort of reassurance that she could do with more of.
Relaxing on the beach had already left her knees a few inches apart and now she found them drifting wider, spreading inch by inch as if of their own accord and giving the young man a better view of the plain cotton panties she had so carelessly chosen. Maybe she would have worn something sexier if she had known, but maybe, she remembered her previous thoughts, she could have worn nothing at all. Her heart rate increased at the thought of his eyes on her pussy, and her knees separated just a little bit further until she was sure he had a clear view. Any more and it would be clear that she was deliberately opening her legs for him, but so far, she convinced herself, it was just the inadvertent exhibition of a woman dozing on the beach.
His eyes kept flicking from the horizon to her crotch, from there to her face, as he checked to see if she was aware of his presence, and then back to the horizon. Keeping her slitted eyes just that tiny bit open she smiled inwardly at his ineffective attempts at nonchalance, wondering how he could not know how obvious he was, and for that matter how could he not know that she had seen him. She wondered what to do, excited by his attention and aroused by the possibilities she was torn between making a sham of waking, acting as if innocent of her own display, and either pretending not to notice or simulating anger at his impertinence. There was a third alternative, however, and her heart banged as she considered it. Could she? Would she? Should she? Yes!
She let her legs fall wide open in an obviously premeditated way, spreading her feet and deliberately showing him herself to him and excitedly wondering if her increasing dampness would be visible. At the same time she opened her eyes properly, letting him know that she knew of his presence by looking directly at him. She told herself that he would either be embarrassed at being caught peeping at her and move away or he'd have the bottle to stand his ground, and then things were going to get interesting.
He was no coward. He did redden with embarrassment, but he responded to her eye contact by returning her gaze without flinching, and with a wry smile playing around his lips.
'Enjoying the view?' She asked quietly, trying to keep her nerves out of her voice.
'Err. Yes, thank you.'
She shot a quick glance up and down the beach to make sure her behaviour wasn't being witnessed, and was pleased to find that only the barbecuing crowd were still in sight, and they were mere dots in the distance.
'Come closer and get a better look.' She invited him, silently marvelling at her own daring.
'Thank you.' He repeated with mock solemnity, moving to stand between her feet, staring straight at her cotton covered pussy. She gazed back at him, her eyes fastened on a bulge that was visibly growing inside his jeans.
For a few minutes they gazed silently at each other, he perhaps simply taking pleasure in what he could see while she was wondering desperately quite where things were headed. She licked dry lips, her heart now pounding hard inside her chest. The whole scenario was turning her on something wonderful, but she knew it couldn't last. Things had to move on or end. Dare she take it to the next level?
She fought with herself and her nerves, part of her shouting that even if she daren't take a lover, a one off with a stranger, especially such a handsome stranger, wouldn't hurt, would it? Another part, perhaps her conscience, was shouting equally loudly that once she crossed that line she could never go back, she would be a cheat, a common adulteress, forever! Oh God, but didn't she deserve to enjoy sex just occasionally? Hadn't she put up with enough of her husband using her body as a recreational toy? She knew which way the argument was going. Her conscience was losing the contest with her needs. She looked up and down the beach again, dry mouthed and heart hammering. It was clear, for even the barbecue set were packing up and moving away.
'Do you want to do more than look?' She asked hoarsely, taking that final step.
He didn't speak. It was as if he too was trying to overcome his nerves. It was clear from the bulge in the front of his jeans that he wanted her, but he just stood there, staring mutely. Finally he nodded wordlessly, timidly committing them both.
Now she wanted to just rip her clothes off and lie there waiting for him, but she daren't be quite that shameless, and in any case she wasn't sure he was up for being so blatant. She would have to act a little more circumspect than that and a little more self-assured.
'Lie down.' She instructed him, waiting impatiently as he silently laid himself on his back, his chest visibly heaving from his own excitement.
She knelt beside him, reaching for the belt of his jeans, undoing it, popping the fly and pulling urgently at his zip. She looked at his face, smiling reassuringly, not wanting to come across to him as simply a sex mad slut, even though she was truly behaving as one. Her hand found its way into his jeans, seeking and finding his erection. God, he was hard, a steel bar compared with her husband. Hard to extricate too, but eventually she got it out, pulling it out through his fly almost uncaring that she might hurt him. Even when he groaned she readily put it down to pleasure rather than pain. She stared at it in disbelief, unable to easily comprehend that a man could be so hard and so big for her. His cock was long, stiff and blue-veined, with its purple head peeking through a generous foreskin. It seemed to want her as much as she wanted it.
She let go and stood up, her anxious gaze once again taking in the beach, relieved at its emptiness, and then reaching under her dress she pulled down her panties, kicking them free, not even noticing where they went, interested only in his cock. She straddled him, feeling round and under her dress to find his shaft, steering it to her, feeling it against her wet lips. She paused and then let herself sink onto it, feeling its hardness sliding into her, deep, very deep, until she was sitting on him with his length all the way inside her.
'That feels so fucking good.'
She had got so used to his silence that his voice surprised her. He was as nervous as she, although she doubted it was for the same reason. Again she scanned the beach for 'intruders', frightened of being caught having sex with someone other than her husband, though her outspread dress covered what they were actually doing.
'Yes.' She agreed.
She lifted herself until he was only just inside her and then let herself simply drop onto him. The thrill of such unaccustomed hardness penetrating her slippery passage made her moan with pleasure. She did it again, and again, rising and falling as hard and rapidly as she could on his cock until she was gasping with exertion and arousal.
'I'm getting close.' He told her suddenly, urgently.
'Me too.' She replied, suddenly realising that the signs of an orgasm were already creeping up on her. It was so long since she had expected to come during intercourse that she almost hadn't noticed. In fact it wasn't just creeping up on her, it was suddenly there, bursting through her, sending rolling waves of pleasure down to her nerve endings. She cried out involuntarily, desperately looking around her in case someone had heard even as she climaxed. She was so scared of being caught, but it was so worth it. She rammed herself down on him as she came, all her muscles, it seemed, going into spasm together, making her vagina clench rhythmically onto his cock. It was a short, fierce climax, so much stronger than anything she had enjoyed for years, but over almost as soon as it had begun. She whimpered with combined ecstasy and frustration.
'I'm going to come soon.' He warned her, reminding her of his intention
His climax was near now and he began to thrust up at her from below, stabbing himself into her now that she was no longer moving on top of him.
'Can I come inside you?' His voice was an anxious gasp now.
'Yes.' She nodded vigorously. 'I want you to.'
The thought of him shooting his cum into her made her shudder with excitement. She did want it, very much. She held herself rigid above him, accepting his thrusts, waiting for the moment when he would empty himself into her.
'I'm coming.' He announced, pushing upwards even as she pressed hard back down on him, taking his twitching, jerking cock more deeply inside herself, feeling his cum spurting into her, flooding her womb. He groaned with each thrust, making passionate animal noises each time as his balls emptied themselves into her, and it was beautiful.
Soon he was finished, lying beneath her, panting and gasping with his chest heaving and his cock subsiding inside her. She clambered off reluctantly to sit beside him, her eyes casting around for her discarded panties, the evidence of her infidelity. She spotted them and pushed them into a pocket, not wanting to put them back on and signal a symbolic end to what she had just experienced because what she had experienced had been so amazing.
She had been carried along on a wave of lust, lust that had reminded her of what sex should be about. Short, sudden, and not very satisfying maybe, but normal and so very enjoyable all the same. She was finding it hard to believe how good it had been. She had somehow automatically expected him to request some form of stimulation, perhaps not the kinky, masochistic stimulation her husband expected, but something. Instead they had made love immediately, naturally, as it should be, and she wanted more.
She gazed down at him, suddenly smiling, trying to tell him of her happiness without having to explain. He smiled back, drawing a hand across his forehead as a make-believe sign of pleasant exhaustion.
'That was something else.' He told her, his voice still breathless.
She nodded. 'Yes, wasn't it just?'
She frowned suddenly as an audacious idea entered her mind.
'Can you do it again?'
'Yes.' His eyes lit up. 'Given time to get my breath back.
'Have you got anywhere we can go to do it properly?'
She wanted to undress completely, take her time and fuck him in private without worrying about being caught, to open her legs and have his masculine body between them, to have his naked skin on hers. In short she wanted the damn good fucking that she had promised herself earlier that day, and he appeared instinctively to know it.
'We could go back to mine, it isn't far away. But I share with two other guys and they might be there.'
'That's okay, your bedroom has a door on it, doesn't it?' So what if others could hear them, she didn't care if they could see them let alone hear them, anything if it would fulfil the need that had suddenly become so overwhelming.
'I don't know your name.' He stated suddenly as she drove through unfamiliar streets following his directions.
'Sheila.' She lied instinctively, plucking a name from nowhere to cover her real identity and make what she was doing deniable, even to herself. 'You?'
'Jake.'
She had every reason to believe he was being truthful, but in reality she didn't really care. It was just a name to hang his memory on when the day was over and she returned to her abnormal normality.
'Hello Jake.'
'Hello Sheila.'
They burst into laughter together over the inanity of introductions made after having already had sex together, but then Jake suddenly became serious.
'Why?' He asked.
'Sorry?' She queried, not understanding the sudden shift.
'Why did you seduce me?'
She hadn't really thought of it as her seduction, although on reflection it obviously was, and so she had to think about for a moment or two. She used the need to shift lanes as an excuse for not answering immediately.
'I'm not sure.' She began, not wanting to explain too graphically. 'I suppose it was as simple as seeing you looking at me and realising that you were attracted to me. My husband is a fair bit older than me and he's not as interested in me as he used to be, and it's just nice to be wanted. You do want me don't you?' She threw a question back at him to divert his curiosity and to reassure herself. It was no longer just a case of wanting someone to fuck her, but of needing it.
'Oh yes, absolutely.' He chuckled. 'My only worry is that if the others are at home, they'll want you too.'
That was something she hadn't thought of. Even though she knew he was really jesting she felt another little shot of adrenaline from the thought of being lusted after by more than one young man. And she felt almost horny enough to have all of them. All of a sudden she was fighting an unbidden hope that it might happen that way.
'Oh dear.' She giggled, embarrassed by her sudden lust. 'I'm not sure I can handle that. We'll just have to hope that nobody else is in, won't we?'
'Well, we're soon going to find out.' He told her, pointing a little further up the road. 'Pull in somewhere over there; my place is next to that newsagent's.'
When he turned the key in the door and they walked into the lounge to find it empty, she wasn't sure if she should be pleased or disappointed.
'Looks like you'll have to make do with me.' He told her, grinning lustfully.
'That won't be too hard to manage.' She told him, smiling to herself as she realised an unintended innuendo. 'And neither will that.'
She reached forward for the front of his jeans, feeling for the semi hard cock that they covered. All she wanted to do was to feel it, or one very much like it, inside her again. A little growl formed in her throat as she felt it harden in her hand, twitching and lengthening under the denim. She stroked it through his jeans, her fingers running up and down either side of his shaft, savouring its length and its growing stiffness.
With his eyes narrowing and his breath sucking between his teeth with arousal Jake stepped close up to her, one arm going around her and the other cupping her breast, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh through her light bra in the same needful way as she massaged him through his jeans. She tipped her head up in invitation for him to kiss her, making the same little throaty noise again until his lips covered hers and silenced it.
They kissed as if getting together for the first time, each discovering the other's mouth like new lovers exploring before the deed, tongues flicking out experimentally, meeting, licking, each following the other back into its mouth until they danced and fenced, sucking and licking at each others lips, and all the time fondling each other. Joanne felt his hand leave her breast to reach down, following the curve of her belly, reaching for the join of her legs, fingers working the skirt of her dress up, bunching it to reach under and finally to stroke her uncovered pubes, fingers tangling in her curls. She groaned, spreading her knees a little to give him access and at the same time fumbling for his zip.
'Whoops, sorry pardon!'
The voice came from behind her, startling her, making her hand jerk away from his cock and her knees slam together, fear of discovery by her husband flashing panic through her being. She pulled away from Jake, embarrassed, heart pounding, and looked around, fully expecting to find someone she knew, someone who report back about finding her in the act of cheating. But it wasn't, it was another young man, tall and muscular like Jake, but as dark as Jake was blond, curly hair over a ruggedly handsome suntanned face, and standing there with one towel around his waist and rubbing wet hair with another.
'Fucking hell, Matt.'
'Sorry Jake, I didn't know you were busy.' Matt grinned mischievously. 'And anyway, who is your gorgeously red-faced companion?'
'Matt, meet Sheila, Sheila meet Matt.' Jake introduced them hastily, briefly confusing Joanne with the use of her pseudonym. 'We didn't think you were in.'
'I think I worked that out. As you can see I was upstairs showering. Sorry if I've interrupted something.' His eyes flashed with amusement.
'What about Dean?' Asked Jake, giving her the name of the missing resident.
'He's out somewhere.' Matt dismissed the question, concentrating his evident interest on Joanne.
In her highly aroused state Joanne was gazing back at Matt with similarly ill-disguised lust. Her mind instantly flashed back to Jake's jokey remark that his friends might want her too and she found herself thinking it looked as if it might be true, and wanting it to be at least for the one she had just met. He was, after all, just the sort of man she went for, dark and roguish, and seemingly completely unabashed by walking in on them. As far as she was concerned tall, dark and handsome didn't quite seem enough to describe this beautiful man.
'Just like I wish you were.' Jake told him without rancour. 'And in answer to your next question, we met on the beach and came back here to finish what we started there.'
She was glad he hadn't gone into too much detail; she still hadn't exactly come to terms with her wanton conduct there, even though now she was thinking of doing precisely the same again.
'Are you sure you can cope?' Matt grinned. 'She looks a bit of a handful to me.'
'Two handfuls actually.' Joanne stuck her chest out, instantly quaking inside at her own brazen performance. 'And if he can't cope, would you like to help him out?'
'Of course, but only if he asks me to.'
That put her firmly back in her place, but she was too damn horny now to let it go at that.
'In which case, I hope he does, I've never had a threesome before.'
The two men concerned stared speechlessly at each other for what seemed like forever while the instigator watched with bated breath, silently wondering if she'd gone too far. Eventually Jake gave Matt a brief nod and Joanne released her breath with a relieved whoosh.
'Neither have we.' He admitted, turning to lead the way upstairs.
Jake's bedroom turned out to be surprisingly roomy to what she had expected, with the large double bed still leaving enough room to move around. Joanne stood at the foot of the bed and reached back for the zip of her dress while watching with interest as Matt loosened his towel. When it fell away she was not disappointed, he was sporting a solid erection and his cock, neatly circumcised, was equally as long as Jake's if not a little longer and grew out of a thick nest of curly dark hair.
'That looks nice.' She told him.
'It will be.' He replied, his eyes sparkling with lustful humour.
She pulled down the zip and let her dress fall to the floor, revealing her lack of panties to Matt.
'I see you meant it when you said you had started something earlier.' He chuckled, his eyes drawn to her curly brown bush.
'Started, but not completed.' She reached around to unhook her bra and stand naked before the two men, trembling slightly with pure lust from her situation. She looked across to where Jake was pushing down his jeans and boxers together. 'And I'm going to enjoy the rest.'
All three were now naked, each looking at the other two but without making a move, all unsure where to start; but then eagerness and simple lust set in and Joanne reached across to Jake and took hold of his cock. He closed his eyes and grunted approval, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer, holding her naked body against his and trapping her hand so that she felt forced pull it free and put her arms around him too. To her it felt wonderful, his chest hair tickling her breasts, his rigid cock pressing on her belly and his flesh hard and unyielding against hers, so much firmer than her husband's flabby body.
She looked over her shoulder to where Matt stood watching and held her arms out backwards to him. 'Come on Matt, join in.'
Matt moved up behind her, putting his arms about her and insinuating his hands between her breasts and Jake's chest so that he could cup them. She groaned lightly and reached back with one hand, finding his hips and pulling him right up against her with his cock pushed onto her back, making herself the soft feminine filling in a brawny male sandwich.
'Who's gonna have me first?' She breathed, her voice full of lust.
'Too late to be first, I already did that.' Jake reminded her. 'And you'll have to wait to see who's next.'
Neither man moved.
She didn't care who now, as long as she got fucked and soon. 'Well, somebody do something!'
The two men seemed to react automatically in the same way and at the same time, and Joanne felt two hands run down her body, Jake's threading its way between them to cup her pubes, and Matt's pulling away from her breast to slide across her skin, around her hip and down to her bottom, reaching beneath her cheeks as he bent slightly. Within moments, her pussy was the subject of attention by two men, Jake was playing with her clit and Matt had found her entrance to slip his finger into her. It was something she'd never felt before, never expected to. She spread her legs as far as she could and hooked her arms around Jake's neck to hold herself upright, gasping into his shoulder at the unfamiliar but incredible sensation. It wasn't long before the wonderful feeling of another orgasm began to grow inside her.
'Oh God, I'm going to come.' She gritted.
The answer from both men was to increase their attentions, acting in concert again they rubbed harder and fingered more deeply, both wanting to make her come as quickly as they could. It didn't take long, she knew it wouldn't, and within a couple of minutes her orgasm burst through her so forcefully that she clung to Jake, crying out loud, her hips jerking, her legs turning to jelly and her body trembling under the power of her climax. Even after the full force of it was over she still hung onto him for several minutes, shuddering from little aftershocks. Never in her life could she recall such a strong climax, and even so she knew she was not yet satisfied. It was as if her body was trying to make up for long years of frustration.
Eventually Matt stepped away, standing back with a smile on his face. 'I guess you enjoyed that.'
'Phew!' She exclaimed breathlessly, looking at him over her shoulder. 'That was awesome.'
'And I guess you need to lie down.'
She caught the double meaning in his words and smiled back.
'Yes, I guess I do.' She unhooked her arms from around Jake's neck and flopped onto the bed, swinging her legs up to lie full length with them a little apart, still randy and still wanting them inside her. 'And I guess you'd both like to join me.'
Both men climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside her, one to each side, each lying on his side and gazing hungrily at her, knowing what was expected. She smiled with the simple pleasure of knowing that she was likely to have both of them inside her before long. She stretched her arms out, looping them behind their shoulders and pulling them both closer as they settled.
'Who's first?' She asked huskily, unable to wait any longer and startlingly content with her shamelessness.
'I am.' Matt didn't give Jake any time to argue but just clambered on top of her, eagerly pushing her legs wider.
She lay back, pulling her legs out of his way, bending them right back to give him access to her, wanting him to enter her. He positioned himself between her thighs, reaching back with his hand, guiding himself towards her and finding her entrance with the tip of his cock, and then he paused, looking at her, teasing her, smiling as he made her wait.
'Do it.' She demanded, her frown showing her impatience. 'Fuck me.'
He didn't reply, but instead he let his cock slip just inside her, then pushed it steadily into her until it was buried full length. She sighed with pure delight, feeling it enter her, feeling her passage expand to admit him, and excitedly registering the fact that this was her second new cock of the day.
'Fuck, you're wet.' Matt exclaimed, supporting himself on his elbows with his hands hooked under her shoulders and looking down at her as he began to thrust in and out.
'That's not surprising.' She countered, gasping a little as his cock pushed deep into her. 'Having guys like you two lined up to fuck me.' She didn't point out that some of the wetness was probably down to Jake.
Now she had one arm laid straight out away from her, but the other was still draped around Jake's shoulder and it made her very aware of having two men on the bed with her together. To her it was a wonderfully daring thing to do and she wanted to make the most of it, but suddenly Jake pulled away, rolled off the bed and stood up. Joanne was mortified, believing for the moment that he'd taken exception to her letting Matt have her first. But rather than walking away, Jake lay back down on the bed facing the other way so that he could look between them and watch Matt fucking her.
Just as on the beach when they first met, she was initially disturbed by him seeing as much as he was; especially this time now that Matt's cock was pistoning in and out of her. Nobody had ever seen her being fucked before. But then, thinking about it, she got an unexpected thrill from knowing what he could see, and she tried to imagine his view of Matt's shaft sliding into her, slick and shiny from her wetness. The mental image she conjured was so bloody erotic, so utterly sexy that she felt her body stir with the amazing possibility of yet another orgasm.
She looked up at Matt and, seeing the lust on his face, put her arms around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, opening her mouth as their lips came together and pushing her tongue into his mouth. For a moment or two their tongues fenced with each other, but then she set up a rhythm, stabbing her tongue into his mouth deliberately keeping time with his cock plunging into her pussy.
'I'm going to come.' She pulled her mouth free and declared as the possibility became a certainty, a hot, expanding sensation that was building inside her.
'Good, come hard for me.' Matt prompted her, looking straight into her eyes.
That was not going to be difficult; she knew that all she had to do to make that happen was recall in her imagination the picture of his cock driving into her and she wouldn't be able to prevent herself. She deliberately conjured it into her minds eye, seeing the shine of her own juices on his shaft as it disappeared into her, feeling and using the increased rhythm as Matt began to speed up, and her orgasm suddenly exploded all the way through her.
She cried out, once more she couldn't help herself, pushing her hips up at Matt, trying to engulf his cock entirely, wanting him to shoot into her at the same time. She jerked and shuddered, feeling waves of sensations radiate out from her pelvis all along her limbs, making her toes curl and her fingers grip onto Matt's shoulders, while all the while he kept up the same inexorable rhythm, his cock plunging and diving deep into her spasming passage. Even when it was over for her he kept up that same tempo, battering at her as she lay beneath him, temporarily spent and docile, just taking whatever he wanted to give her and wanting him not to stop.
She turned her head and looked across at Jake, still in his head to toe position and still watching her, his cock hard, long and within reach, twitching slightly as if wanting to attract her attention. She reached out and held it, not playing with it but just enjoying the thought of having it inside her. This really was the sort of afternoon of sex that she had been longing for. Still holding onto Jake's cock she turned her attention back to Matt, telling him what she knew she wanted.
'Your turn.' She told him. 'Your turn to come for me. I want to feel you shoot your load in me.'
'Soon.' The single word was gasped as he pounded her, slamming himself into her harder still. It was clear that he was on the edge.
'That's it, do it. I want it in me. Come on, fuck me hard.'
He groaned at her encouragement, his face reddening with effort, his cock hammering faster and faster as his climax drew closer.
'I'm there.' He gasped finally. 'I'm coming.'
She was still too physically spent herself to respond to him very energetically, but she nodded and smiled at him, egging him on by telling him 'yes, yes, yes.' over and over, until he grunted deep in his throat, thrust himself right in and exploded inside her. She felt his cock jerk each time as he pushed himself into her, making her moan with the excitement of knowing that each jolt signalled another spurt of his cum flooding her pussy. For an insane moment she thought he would never stop, that he would flood her and still keep going, but eventually his thrusts became less forceful, the jerks of his cock less pronounced, until in the end he simply subsided and lay on top of her, gasping and panting into her ear, his cock slipping wetly from her pussy.
'Phew, you're heavy.' She complained gently. 'Don't squash me.'
In truth Matt's weight had unpleasantly reminded her of her husband's usual post coital collapse and hat made her want him to move, rather than a wish not to feel him so close to her. But Matt had the answer to it; he simply pushed his hands beneath her, held her close and rolled, so that their positions were reversed. She wriggled herself comfortable, parting her legs and placing a knee either side of his thighs.
'That's better.' He told her, looking up at her and smiling, still slightly out of breath.
'Yes, it is.' She smiled back and kissed him, feeling his chest hair tickling her breasts and his strong arms holding her tight against him. She let herself relax, not yet sexually satiated but no longer quite as impatient, lying quietly against him as he recovered.
For the moment she had completely forgotten Jake, until he pulled his cock from her loosened grip and the movement of the bed as he turned around reminded her. His hand landed softly on her naked bottom and she murmured contentedly, wriggling with satisfaction as his hand began stroke and massage first the tops of her legs and then her bottom as far as the base of her spine. She squirmed sensuously on top of Matt and opened her legs just that little bit further in invitation to Jake. It was so nice to have the attention of two fit and handsome men.
In fact it was so nice that her body and her libido began to reawaken and she found herself giving out little noises of encouragement, wanting Jake's hands to explore more of her, especially one little, very important, part. She raised her bottom, drawing her knees part way up, trying to show Jake what she wanted and at the same time smiling down at Matt, still beneath her.
She felt a hand slide down her crack, fingers delving between the cheeks of her bottom, skating over her rosebud until they found the running wet cleft of her cum-filled pussy. For a moment Jake hesitated, as if unsure of what he wanted to do, momentarily worrying her that her sopping wet state full of Matt's cum was a turn off for him, but then he carried on, sliding fingers along her slit, back and forth, distributing her wetness from her clit to her anus, until eventually he sought out her vagina, two finger slipping straight in, vigorously thrusting in and out with the rest of his hand hitting against her pussy. She stared down at Matt, mouth open, her widening eyes and pursed lips revealing her growing excitement.
'What Jake's doing is bloody nice.' She explained huskily, urgently; telling him how much her arousal was consuming her and letting Jake know at the same time. 'It's just what I need.'
'Enjoy it then, Sheila.' He replied, confusing her once again with the use of her alias. 'Take it and enjoy it.'
She lifted herself in response, scrambling to straddle him on her hands and knees, raising her bottom and giving them both access, making herself completely available. Matt reached under, cupping and squeezing her swaying breasts, pulling at her nipples. At the same time, Jake, whose fingers had been dislodged from her very slippery vagina by her movement, found her again, this time pushing three fingers into her, twisting them around as he plunged in and out, making her gasp with delight. It was as if he was trying to screw his hand into her, especially when he placed the flat palm of his other hand on the base of her spine to steady her. But she didn't really care what he was doing; all she knew and cared about was the fact that his actions were sending wave after crashing wave of pleasure coursing through her. Even the wet squelching sounds his fingers made as they slid through a combination of her juices and Matt's cum added to the eroticism of the moment. If they kept it up much longer she knew she would climax yet again.
'Please don't stop.' She implored them; kneeling passively to let the two men have their way.
It was as if she had activated the contradictory switch. Matt suddenly stopped playing with her breasts and just held them, looking up at Jake, while Jake himself withdrew his fingers and moved away, leaving her frustrated and bewildered, just kneeling naked over Matt's body.
'Oh God, No!' She protested, looking wildly round to see what had happened.
'It's all right.' Jake's voice showed his amusement. 'I'm just moving round to get at you.' In her peripheral vision she saw him taking hold of her hips and lining himself up behind her. Now she knew what he was doing and a surge of relief overwhelmed her.
'Oh yes, that's right, that's what I want, do it, fuck me.' She was babbling but she was so turned on that she didn't care. 'Give me a bloody good fucking.'
'Haven't you had one already?' Jake chuckled as the head of his cock traced her cleft down over her anus towards her soaking pussy.
'Yes.' She admitted. 'Twice. But I want another, a really good one. Fuck me long and hard.'
She knew she sounded desperate and she knew it made her sound like a slut, but it didn't matter. She was so wound up that all she wanted was to feel him pounding her pussy.
Jake rubbed his cock up and down her crack again, sexily sliding the tip over her skin until, for a brief moment, the head of his cock stopped a her back door and she felt alarmed at the thought that he might take her there. Not that she would have stopped him, she realised, but that wasn't what she wanted. But then she understood that he had just accidentally lodged in the dimple of her anus before he pulled back a fraction and continued his journey towards her vagina. She wanted to move towards him, to rise a little higher and push backwards to try and engulf him, but she instinctively knew that all he would do would be to move with her. He would enter her in his own good time and she would have to wait.
But meantime her attention was drawn back to Matt, who was playing with her pendant breasts again, squeezing and mauling them, deliberately milking them, his hands pulling on each one in turn. She smiled down at him, acknowledging his mischievous grin with a little wry shake of her head.
'You're cheeky, you know that?' She told him, receiving a broader grin and a brief hard pull on her nipples as a reply.
She opened her mouth again to remonstrate, but at that moment Jake found her entrance and his cock was pushed home by pulling on her hips until it slid right into her. Now instead of speech all that came from her mouth was an ecstatic moan as her eyes shot wide with happy surprise.
She knelt quietly unmoving, just gazing down contentedly into Matt's face, waiting as Jake adjusted his position behind her, his cock moving inside her as he set himself ready with his hands taking a better grip on her hips. Momentarily she remembered earlier wishing that she could get a damn good fucking, and she congratulated herself because she was surely getting that. Two men in one day, three if you counted Wilted Dick, the name she had invented for her husband. She felt enormously liberated and totally uninhibited, the sexual woman she knew she had in her getting its own way for once.
'That's it, fuck me.' She instructed Jake over her shoulder before returning her gaze to Matt. 'And you can do what you like with my tits.'
Neither man answered, but Matt began playing with her once more, massaging and fondling her breasts, rolling her hanging nipples between his fingers and squeezing her soft flesh in his palm, while Jake withdrew until he was only just inside her and then slammed himself back, hard and forcefully before setting up a rhythm. He thrust into her while at the same time pulling her back onto him, magnifying the force and speed of his penetration.
'God, that's good!' She exclaimed, and it was too.
The sensation of his long hard cock sliding so rapidly in and out of her was sending jolts of pleasure all through her, even before she felt the first signs of an orgasm. She knew it would take a little while for her to come this time, if only because of her being so wet from Matt's fucking, but she didn't care. It would take Jake just as long and for the same reason, and she wanted to make the pleasure last. She looked down at Matt, wondering what he thought of her kneeling over him while being fucked by someone else and knowing that he must be able to see the enjoyment on her face. She smiled at him again and dipped to give him the briefest of kisses, one that had to be just a quick peck because of Jake pulling her back and forth on his cock. He smiled back and then, leaving her breasts alone, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to him and holding her still, her cheek on his, her mouth by his ear, but her bottom still raised high in the air.
'Now you can fuck her even harder, Jake.' Matt told his friend.
Joanne tensed, waiting and wanting, and as Jake shuffled a little closer, pressing right inside her before pulling back and slamming himself at her, bringing her wet sounds from her pussy as he rammed his cock right up her. She moaned with delight. This was the sort of treatment she wished Aubrey could provide.
'I bet you don't get this very often?' Matt whispered in her ear as Jake began to fuck her even harder.
She shook her head. 'Never.' She could feel his satisfied smile against her cheek as he held her even tighter.
Jake had adjusted to his new rhythm, still gripping her hips but now only to act as the fulcrum of a pendulum, letting him swing his hips and drive himself in and out of her with a constant beat, his thighs and pubes thumping up against her bottom as his cock pistoned in and out of her. With Matt holding her so tightly and Jake pounding her with such an unrelenting tempo she felt excitingly used, but in a good way. She didn't resist, she couldn't do anything anyway, and so she just accepted it, wanting and taking Jake's cock and, finally, feeling the germ of another orgasm growing inside her.
'Hold me; I'm going to come soon.' She murmured into Matt's ear, not wanting Jake to know she was close in case he slowed down to hold her back.
'I'll hold you.' He assured her. 'Let yourself go.'
The tiny point of heat that was her budding orgasm soon grew under Jake's unremitting thrusts, its heat increasing, building through her pelvis, spreading along the pathways of her nerves, setting her body on fire until it threatened, promised, to explode inside her.
'Now.' She called out, no longer able to keep quiet. 'I'm coming now.'
It happened, her orgasm ripped through her, a tsunami of sensation pouring all through her torso and along her limbs, making her shake and shudder, her body quivering under surge after surge of unremitting bliss. She would have collapsed under sensory overload, but Matt held her shoulders and Jake clutched her hips, his thrusts never stopping, never slowing, just fucking her on and on as she came, making her climax last seemingly forever. Then even when her climax was coming to an end and the waves of pleasure were diminishing, he still fucked her hard, plunging in and out of her body until she knelt gasping and trembling, submissive under his onslaught.
It was obvious that he was not going to stop until he came too, and so she was held in pace by her two partners, her front held firmly down by Matt's strong arms and her rear gripped and held up by Jake. She gasped and shook, almost overcome by the intensity of it all, orgasmic aftershocks exaggerated by Jakes actions and making her jerk and groan as he ploughed into her.
Eventually, just as she felt unable to take anymore, he grunted and, without warning, thrust as hard into her as he could, his cock jerking inside her, flooding her with his cum, spray after spray pouring into her as she was held in place for him.
When he was done he flopped backwards, pulling his cock from her sopping pussy to kneel helplessly behind her, his hands on his knees and his head hanging, gasping for breath himself now. Her support removed, Joanne just crumpled on top of Matt, lying prone over him, still shuddering from her own climax and from the effects of Jake's. For a few moments nobody moved, even Matt just lay there waiting while the others recovered enough to speak.
'Thank you.' Joanne told them both breathlessly after a while.
Jake giggled helplessly. 'You're thanking us?' He asked, incredulous. 'That was fucking awesome and you're thanking us?'
'Why not?' She asked, rolling away from Matt at last. 'I've been needing a damn good fucking for ages. And you two just gave it to me. So I repeat, thank you.'
'Well, if you ever need another, we can always oblige.' Matt told her.
'Oh yes, I'll come back for more, that is a fact.' She knew she meant it too. It was one way she could survive her marriage.
'When?' Jake asked her.
She shook her head. 'I don't know. Whenever I next get the chance.'
'So do you want our numbers?' Asked Matt.
Again she shook her head. 'No, I daren't. Someone I won't mention might find them. I'll just come and knock on your door if that's okay.'
Matt nodded his understanding.
'We might not be here.' Jake pointed out.
'I'll take the chance. If nobody's in then I lose out, but if someone is then whoever is here can have me, how's that sound?'
'Sound's good to us.' |
