The finest things will come to he who waits - and often when he least expects…
They had never quite managed to relax fully during the meetings at their home. The fear that neighbours might see or overhear something that would betray them was an ever present and unwanted companion. Therefore, when The Blonde and her husband suggested that they meet at a holiday cottage they had borrowed from a friend, the prospect of a new venue appealed greatly.
The cottage was remote, the night impenetrable. It was a perfect setting. As they waited at the front door, they both experienced the same sense of liberation from the knowledge that they were dozens of miles from home, and at no risk of exposure.
It was warm and tranquil inside. After a few glasses of wine, the release on his wife’s libido became palpable. Whilst the two men watched transfixed from armchairs in the living room, the women stood in the centre of the room, teasing their husbands mercilessly as they undressed one another at a deliciously unhurried pace. The women seemed entirely comfortable with one another now, clothed or otherwise. The way that their lips, tongues and fingers lingered over their bodies would have taken any red-blooded male to the edge of control.
The Blonde ended up entirely naked; his wife retained her sheer black stockings and her leather ankle boots. The sight of their bodies gleaming in the subdued lighting was breathtaking. His erection felt capable of tearing its own way out into the open, and judging from his expression, he surmised that The Blonde’s husband was experiencing similar sensations.
It was when The Blonde knelt down at his wife’s feet, eased her tiny panties down her legs and tossed them across the room to her own husband that he began to wonder if this was to be an evening to stretch boundaries. He watched raptly as The Blonde’s husband raised the scrap of black lace to his face and inhaled the fragrance of his wife’s sex. His own wife responded by throwing The Blonde’s panties across to him. He ran his thumb over the moistened gusset, held it close to his face so that he could take in The Blonde’s most secret scent. He fought the urge to lick the damp cotton. It was an electrifying moment, breathing in the essence of another woman’s cunt while his wife watched. The wanton look on his wife’s face only enhanced his excitement.
The women were reclined together across the big sofa, kissing, licking, stroking one another. The Blonde broke off from one kiss and asked the men what they would enjoy seeing next. The Blonde’s husband hesitated, tongue seemingly frozen inside his head by the offer. He smiled to himself. He wouldn’t squander such a glorious opportunity. His suggestion that The Blonde rub one of her nipples around his wife’s clitoris, and then press it inside her pussy was embraced by both women with considerable relish.
Eventually, somebody suggested they adjourn to one of the bedrooms. In pursuit of further revelations? He couldn’t help but wonder what was to come now as they mounted the stairs.
In the bedroom, The Blonde ordered the two men to strip. No seduction, no hesitation, no choice. His wife nodded her agreement with the command. The women’s determination had an essence of pre-planning, of feminine conspiracy. After a moment, the men complied, surrendering to their fates, whatever they might be.
Some things are worth the risk.
Once naked, the men were led by their wives to chairs on opposite sides of the room. They were made to sit, and then they were bound and blindfolded. Soft and skilful hands drifted across his chest, caressed his thighs, and then stroked his hard cock, stoking his excitement ever higher. Then the hands stopped, and two sets of footsteps crossed the room in opposite directions. Suddenly, he was being caressed again, this time by different hands. Whatever the order had been, at some point he’d been masturbated by another woman, while his wife returned the favour to another man. He shivered. It was the stuff of heated fantasy.
Then, from just in front of him, he heard The Blonde whisper a single word. “Breasts.” At once, two soft globes enveloped his erection. The realisation that his cock lay snug between another woman’s breasts with his wife just across the room assailed his mind.
It was impossible not to succumb to the siren call of The Blonde’s silky skin, to thrust slowly against her even as she moved over him. His cockhead stuttered for a moment against her skin, and he felt her palm rub over his glans, lubricating it with his own precum. He hovered at the ragged edge of control, fighting the urge to thrust with abandon until his seed erupted between her breasts. He imagined drops of semen dripping slowly from her ochre nipples. His mind freeze-framed the image, forever adorning her breasts with pearls of his own making.
He could hear the slightly laboured quality of The Blonde’s breathing, and he hoped that the excitement she felt was as great as his own. On each downstroke, her warm breath caressed the head of his cock. He waited, scarcely able to breathe, aching for her to take his cock into her mouth, wondering if that was what she longed for too. Did she dare? He craned his head back, and there was a faint ripping against the back of his head as the Velcro fastening on his blindfold gave fractionally. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, then opened them wide repeatedly, and suddenly there was a glint of light from below. He lifted his head again, and the gap he’d created between the blindfold and his cheekbones permitted him a glimpse of a wondrous sight, one he’d long dreamt of, but never expected to see: His wife on her knees, another man’s cock between her breasts as she slowly moved over The Blonde’s husband. At that sight, he almost articulated his desire, almost begged The Blonde to suck him until he was dry.
Almost.
Yet the revelations continued. Eventually, the men were released from their bonds, permitted to join the women upon the double bed. Toy time. This meeting represented their first opportunity to experiment with a new purchase they’d acquired in Amsterdam: a double-ended dildo, bought with just such an occasion in mind. His wife smiled as she lay back across the bed, allowing The Blonde to ease one end of the moistened phallus inside her, before sliding the other end inside her own cunt.
As the women enjoyed their slow, grindingly mutual fuck, the men took up kneeling positions at the head of the bed, watching the action from either side of his wife. She reached up with a dreamy left hand to stroke his cock. After a few moments, she reached up with her right hand and began to stroke The Blonde’s husband at the same time. It was incredible to witness, his wife’s delicate fingers ringing another man’s hard shaft, stroking him slowly. The expression on the other man’s face clearly reflected his pleasure at his wife’s ministrations, and his own cock throbbed with his arousal at his wife’s lustful behaviour. It wasn’t just that she was doing something he’d ached to see; it was because it was something she wanted to do.
There were no additional revelations that evening. His wife went no further than stroking The Blonde’s husband, and The Blonde herself did not seek to experience the sensation of having a cock in each hand. He found himself disappointed at where the line was drawn. He knew he was being ungrateful, but he’d long since come to realise that wanting more in spite of having plenty was one of the less savoury aspects of the human condition.
In spite of his disappointment, the events of the meeting had stretched their boundaries in ways he could not have dreamed of at the start of the day. The memory of his wife stroking another man’s cock, of her taking his hard shaft between her breasts, became a potent source of pleasure for him in the months ahead.
And, of course, the basis for yet more ambitious fantasies.
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