His Wife, My Seed And His Seed

For some time now I have been in contact with an exciting couple. They fantasize about an extra man, send me photos and videos of her, to which I respond. I also sometimes write a story in which I elaborate on her fantasies. This is such a story. Wanted to share it here too, and would love to hear what you think in the comments.

While your eyes try in vain to get a grip on the dark, you try to calm your restless breathing. Thoughts flash through your head uncontrollably. Bound you lie, your hands above your head riveted to the bars of the bed. The rope presses on your wrists. Am I doing the right thing, do I really want this? You don't take the time to formulate an answer. A rush of adrenaline rushes through your lovely body that lies here helpless, available on the bed. Your beautiful breasts held together by black lace, matching panties around your ass. It can only just disguise your shaved Venus mound. You involuntarily wiggle your ass, as excitement slowly takes over doubt. The black mask that shrouds your eyes in darkness gently tickles your delicate face. You sniff the air in the room. The scent of congealed candle wax, massage oil, fills your nostrils. A cold gust of wind makes your bound bodice shiver. Goosebumps. That's how long you've lived here. Fed up with the thought. Doubtful. Slowly you let yourself be carried away. Now there is no turning back.

You prick up your ears when you hear the stairs creak. Two, three, four step by step you count the steps. Footsteps on the landing. Then the door opens slowly. whisper. What do they say? You try to focus on Bert's voice. Trying to visualize what the men in the room see. Your scantily clad body, tied to the bed. Your blond hair, which is held together in blades by the eye mask. Your tits, moving restlessly to the rhythm of your breathing. Your flat stomach. Your slender legs, which come together in the black shorts that you bought especially for this occasion. No, of course you didn't tell the friend you took shopping for exactly what you bought the panties for. Your red painted nails. Would they like what they find? Your mouth is dry with tense anticipation. You feel the presence of a stranger in the room. Someone whose voice you know a little by now. With whom you have learned to share your fantasies. But that you've never seen. And maybe never will. Footsteps towards the bed. Your breath catches.

Another shiver. Thick, cold drops of massage oil settle on your body. They leave a slimy trail across your soft skin, then trickle down onto the bedding in thin streams. Your stomach. Your legs. The inner thighs. As the oil soaks through the fabric of your panties, focus on the breathing of the two men at the bedside. Where exactly are they, who on which side of the mattress? Would they be naked? Boxer shorts on? This is how you try to imagine the situation. Four hands. You gasp. Four hands that slowly rub the oil on your skin and spread it evenly over your body. A hand high in your groin, against the fabric of your panties. A hand on your stomach. One just below your chest, slowly moving up towards your full tits. And one that goes from your shoulder, in teasing circles, in the opposite direction. You hold your breath and wait for the fingers to disappear under your bra. As the gently abrasive hands take over your body, you feel the last doubt disappear. A moan escapes your lips. Fuck. What is this horny.

You feel your pants getting wet. A tickle in your abdomen. A mighty horny feeling comes over you. You must be touched. You need a hand in your pants. Two fingertips that caress your clit with firm pressure, while fingers of another hand disappear into your moistest inside. A hand that kneads your tits and nipples, while your pussy draws a wet trail over the index and middle fingers that are pushed deep into your pink hole. You have to be licked, fingered, fucked. Now. The thoughts rage feverishly through your head and put your body on edge. Another groan. You tilt your pelvis to feel the hand massaging your thighs - whose hand you don't know - tighter against your bottoms. Hmm, she's looking forward to it, isn't she? asks the voice you only know from recordings. In a strange way it turns you on that you are being talked about and not to. While one hand pulls the fabric off your tits, another responds to the writhing plea of ​​your lower body. Teasingly, a finger presses against your narrow opening, then traces the contours of your pussy through the fabric of your panties. The lace of your panties disappears in a thin line between your labia. You gasp as the fingers reach your clit and stop there. Don't stop now. While the hands of two different men play with your naked tits, the pressure on your swollen button is increased. Oohh Frenk, you moan uncontrollably, as the fingertips spin powerful circles around your most sensitive spot. And again: Oohh Frenk. This is how you unconsciously answer a question that was not asked of you.

You lick your dry lips. Fingertips tickle your abdomen, then disappear under the elastic of your panties. Slowly they descend over your clean-shaven hill. And further, past your moist labia. The wet is on your pussy. Then, pressing gently, a full hand folds over your crotch. You groan hoarsely as you feel a middle finger between your lips searching for your tight opening. Slowly, very slowly, he works his way in. You moan again, as if giving permission to enter your most intimate place. As fingers fuck your pussy and caress your tits, you feel the ropes loosen around your wrist. You rub the burning skin of your wrists to get rid of the stinging sensation. Disappointment when the two hands playing with your tits release your breasts. The frustration gives way to excitement when you notice what's going on. Boxer shorts are stripped off on either side of the mattress. Willingly you let your hands be brought to the erect cocks, which stand proudly free from the oppressive substance. You're not the only one left untouched, you notice. One in each hand grabbing the swollen cocks. While the fingers in your panties smear the moisture from your pussy over your clit, you recognize Bert's hard cock. Gently you start stroking the colossus, while you take the time to explore the other flesh. Your fingertips go over the tight scrotum, and then slide up along the hard rod to the thick knob. You fold four fingers around the cock, while you smear a drop of pre-cum over the throbbing head with your thumb. Moans. Then, as eager fingers take their place again on your horny body, you start milking the cocks rhythmically.

As your hands dart from head to scrotum over the hard rods, feel the pulsating flesh grow between your fingers. Excitement fills the room. Then I break free from your horny grip, bend over to your body. Gently kissing and licking, my mouth descends to my hand, which is still in your panties. You're wet. The stubble on my chin and cheeks tickles your soft skin. I take place between your legs and grab the straps of your panties. You need no further explanation and helpfully lift your buttocks off the mattress. This way you let yourself be helped out of the wet pants. Your pussy lips glisten in the dim light. Then a chin presses against the inside of your thigh, teasingly slowly moving up towards your juicy pussy. Bert also moves. You understand his meaning, and while my tongue takes possession of your pussy lips, you taste his cock on yours. Gently you let your piercing go over his head, while a thick drop of salty moisture creeps over your taste buds. Bert moans, and drives his head further into your mouth. Meanwhile spreading your pussy between middle and index fingers, to give my mouth all the space between your wet lips. My face presses against his fingers. Saliva and pussy juice merge as the tip of my tongue darts over your clit. A deep moan smothers on Bert's cock. Two fingers in and out of your tight hole, a tongue on your swollen clit while another hand holds your pussy open, the hands of two different men on your tits and a cock sliding in and out of your mouth in a controlled manner. Slowly you let yourself be carried away in a horny daze.

You've never felt like such a slut. At the same time, there is nothing in you that thinks about quitting. On the contrary. Bert's voice pulls you out of your excited worries. Is she wet enough to be fucked yet?, he asks. I nod, make room and take his place at the head of the bed. As you grip my cock tight, feel how he moves his head between your pussy lips. Hmm You're soaking wet, Kim, he confirms approvingly. You moan. Fuck me, fuck me hard you want to beg, but it's not necessary. With one hard thrust he buries his thick cock up to his balls in your soggy sheath. You scream as his warm flesh fills your tight shaft. His scrotum smacks against your perineum. You grip my cock tighter, while Bert thrusts into your pussy with long strokes. Your juices make his dick shine. You willingly let yourself be fucked rhythmically, open your mouth wide, and introduce my head to the button on your tongue. With one hand you caress my scrotum, while the metal ball slides over the strap under my head. Again you taste salty, masculine excitement on your tongue, this time the moisture of someone you haven't had in your mouth before. As Bert continuously rams his cock into your deepest insides, you let my cock slide further and further between your lips. Then my two fingers take their now familiar place on your clit again. Heavy breaths and muffled moans fill the room. You lift your buttocks off the mattress to give Bert more room to take you, as hard and deep as he can. The pace and pressure with which my fingers work your pink button increases. It's getting too much for you. When my cock pops out of your mouth, saliva leaves a slimy trail from chin to head. You scream. Oh my god, oh my god support you. Fuck, I'm going You don't finish the sentence. A shiver runs through your body, as all the muscles in your body tense. A warm intoxication waves through your uncontrollably vibrating body. Even tighter you close your hand around my cock, and groaning, moaning, your mouth half open as in a frozen scream, you come violently, Bert's cock still buried deep in your pussy.

It takes a while to come to your senses. My God, that was you begin, slowly getting your trembling legs under control. Your labia and thighs glisten with moisture. Together Bert and I help you up, on your hands and knees on the mattress. Your favorite position. Excitedly waiting, you arch your back, push your ass high into the air. Gently wiggling, ready to receive another hard rod in your hole. But the plan is different. A quick lick over your wet fruit. This is so very horny, I think, as I smear the remaining saliva over my cock and take a seat behind you. Maybe he can fuck you next time, dear? asks Bert, as I press my head against your wet pussy lips. You moan, grab my cock and tease it through your wet slit. Then, my head half buried in your warm insides, you start to pull me, your fingers wet with your own cunt juices. Everything in me wants to thrust into you as hard and deep as I can, but I know this is the deal. Your hand flashes over my cock. Maybe, you reply, as you begin to knead the head of my cock with the muscles in your pussy. I can't take it anymore. All this has made me way too horny. A shiver. My legs are shaking. Fuck, I groan, as the muscles in my buttocks and abdomen contract. Panting, I spray my seed in three hot waves, on and against your delicious pussy.

I don't get time to land. While my cum runs in a slippery trail over your pussy lips and thighs and drips onto the duvet, Bert takes my place. Again he doesn't beat around the bush. With his head he smears as much cum as possible back towards your tight opening. Then, as my hands pull your buttocks apart slightly, he stuffs his cock inside you for the second time. In this position you feel every inch. You breathe heavily as his pole, and with it my seed, sink deeper into you. When he comes back from you, my cum will leave a white trail all over his cock. Then he starts thrusting hard, on his way to his own orgasm. Your tits dance wildly to the rhythm of the penetration. Every punch hits, you feel, as he rams into you more and more roughly. You moan, scream, while your pink pussy lips turn red under the violence. A frothy whorl leaves my cum on his pulsating cock. Then, in one final lunge, Bert claws his hands deeper into your hips, and in one hard thrust he mercilessly pulls your cunt around his flesh one more time. You scream as his dick hits your womb. Then Bert is there too. Moaning, his cock deep inside you, he mixes his cum with mine. He sits like that for a moment, then withdraws his cock, gleaming white with two kinds of cum, from your molested and squirted insides. You lean forward with a sigh. He has one last surprise for you, sweetie, says Bert and runs his hand through your blond hair. You mumble something unintelligible as you feel my mouth close again around your pussy