Saturday Afternoon 3some
I must tell you about what happened Saturday afternoon it was one of those deliciously wicked encounters that leaves you aching in all the right ways. My hubby and I had been teasing each other for weeks about having another 3some with another guy. We messaged a guy we hooked up with years ago to see if he was fee, tall, broad-shouldered, with that chiselled jaw and mischievous grin that promised he'd know exactly how to handle a woman. We arranged to meet at a cheap hotel, on an A road half way between us.
Dressing in what hubby laid out for me a white satin top paired with a silver pencil skirt that hugged my hips, ending just above the knee to show off my black stockings with those bold red seams running up the back—naughty little arrows pointing straight to heaven. Underneath, beige satin panties to keep in the large butt plug I'd slipped in before we left home. The drive there was torture in the best way; every bump in the road sent vibrations through me, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. Hubby kept glancing over, his hand on my thigh, smirking as I squirmed in the passenger seat. "Ready for him?" he'd ask, and I'd just bite my lip and nod, already wet with anticipation.
We met our hunk—let's call him Alex—in the pub near next to the Hotel. He was even better in person the I recalled muscles rippling under his fitted shirt, eyes dark with hunger as they roamed over me. We chatted over drinks, the air thick with tension. Flirty touches, lingering gazes—hubby squeezing my knee under the table, Alex brushing his fingers against mine. It didn't take long before we couldn't wait anymore. "Shall we?" Alex suggested, his voice low Up to the room we went, my heart pounding, the plug shifting with each step, reminding me how full I already felt.
The door clicked shut behind us, and that's when the real fun began. They wasted no time. Hubby pulled me close first, kissing me deeply while Alex came up behind, his hands sliding over my satin top, cupping my breasts. They stripped me slowly, savouring it—the skirt unzipped and pooled at my feet, the top lifted over my head, leaving me in just those stockings and the plug. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly alive as they guided me to the bed.
They started by devouring my pussy like starving men at a feast. Hubby knelt between my legs first, pulled my panties aside and his tongue tracing slow, teasing circles around my clit while Alex watched, stroking himself through his pants. Then they switched—Alex's mouth was rougher, more insistent, sucking and licking with a fervour that had me arching off the bed. Fingers everywhere—probing, stretching—until I was gasping, my hands fisted in the sheets, begging for more. "Oh fuck, yes," I moaned, my body trembling as waves of pleasure built and crashed.
I pushed them back, eager to return the favour. On my knees now, I took hubby's cock in my mouth first—familiar, thick, throbbing as I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum. Alex stepped closer, and oh my, he was impressive: long and veined, curving just right. I alternated between them, sucking one while stroking the other, their groans filling the room. Deep throating hubby while wanking Alex's shaft, then switching, my lips stretched wide, saliva dripping as I worked them both. They threaded their fingers in my hair, guiding me, praising me.
Things heated up from there. They positioned me on all fours for a proper spit roast, hubby behind me easing the plug out with a pop that made me shiver. He slid into my pussy first, filling me completely, while Alex knelt in front, feeding me his cock. They rocked me between them, hubby's thrusts pushing me deeper onto Alex, the rhythm building, skin slapping, moans echoing, my body on fire as they used me hard.
Alex wanted to try double penetration. They lubed my arse up generously and eased me onto hubby's lap, reverse cowgirl style. He entered my arse slowly, inch by inch, that delicious burn turning to pure bliss as I adjusted. Alex stood in front, lifting my legs, and thrust into my pussy. Oh, the fullness! One in my arse, one in my pussy, stretching me to my limits, their cocks rubbing against each other through that thin wall inside me. They moved in sync at first, then alternated, pounding harder as I cried out, lost in ecstasy. Hubby's hands on my hips, Alex's on my thighs, pulling me down onto them. I came hard, clenching around them, which set them off—hubby filling my arse, Alex pulsing deep in my pussy shortly afterwards.
We chatted and parted ways, the drive home was a soggy mess with spunk leaking out of me.
