Wednesday 7 December

Hey bull

Need your cock

Pick me up from the office tonight?

I’ll cook? Xx

Grace’s message. Fuck yes.

I’d written the last story on Sunday afternoon/evening with a quick interruption to watch England beat Senegal, then made some changes on Monday morning when I should have been working, and submitted it at lunchtime.

Monday evening I’d been round to my mum’s with my brother and sisters to decorate the tree, a family tradition that’s got progressively boozier and harder to organise as we’ve grown up and moved out but has survived.

My mum critically and lovingly assessed all her children in that way only a mother can - she pinched my cheeks and said I looked thin. Was I eating properly? What happened to that girl, the chef? She was a nice girl, why didn’t I call her?

Well, a girl was now offering to cook for me, although I’m not sure mia mamma would approve.

Tuesday I had my head down in the day and I went rugby training in the evening.

Anyway all that combined meant I’d not really talked to Grace other than a couple of “thanks for the weekend” messages.

I was in the office on Wednesday, suited and booted for a presentation to our risk committee, and when I got back to my desk and saw her message on my personal phone I had to tuck myself close under the desk so my boner wouldn’t show. I checked nobody was looking and replied.

Yes baby😉

Will he mind?

No it’s fine we’ve talked xx

Longest day of my life. I’d put a shift in on Monday afternoon and Tuesday to catch up with everything I hadn't done over the past few days, and everything was as far forward as I could push it. After my presentation I had a couple of actions but otherwise my calendar was empty, and scrolling through Teams everyone I could talk to to pass the time was already on calls. And because I wasn’t working from home it wasn’t like I could watch porn or go and play with the dog.

I found myself in the toilet cubicle at lunch wanking while looking through my photos of Grace. Grace in a bikini. Grace in another bikini. Grace playing tennis. Grace playing tennis in a bikini.

Eventually it was 4:00. I put my overcoat on, crammed my laptop in my bag, hoisted it over my shoulder and let it hang down in front of me. Even the thought of fucking Grace was causing my cock to push at my trousers and I appreciated the cover.

I got in the car and put my foot down. Grace works over in Coventry, it’s a quick blast out of Birmingham, over the M42 and the Stonebridge island and down the Coventry Road through the speed cameras at 60…ish. I followed the satnav to the car park and messaged her to say I was there, just as a stampede dressed in M&S emerged from the front door.

I drummed my fingers on the wheel, scanning the crowd for her streaky blonde hair. Where was my Grace?

There was a knock on the passenger window. Grace!

I unlocked the doors and she got in. She smelled like Grace but she looked totally different, a blue and white striped blouse under her coat and navy trousers that tapered in around her beautiful hips. She looked professional. She looked hot.

She kissed me and my lips tingled. “Where did you come from?” I asked, “I was looking out for you,” pointing to the crowd.

She laughed. “I don’t work in that office, I’m in that building over there,” she pointed to the office next door. Oh.

She ran her fingers down the lapel of my suit jacket (one I had tailored years ago when that sort of thing used to matter) and down my body, round the inside of my leg so my balls recoiled. “My bull dresses up well.”

“I undress even better,” I said.

I drove us back to their house. Obviously I know where their house is, but not necessarily the best way to get there from Grace’s work, so she directed me. It wasn’t far.

As I drove Grace put her hand between my legs and started to stroke my cock, which grew in the left leg of my trousers closest to her until it was raging. I wanted her so badly I basically floored it along their road and screeched to a halt at the kerb outside their door. Fuck what the neighbours think.

We wasted no time getting out of the car and Grace fumbled in her handbag for her keys to the front door.  She opened it and I spun her round by her shoulders, then roughly pushed her into the wall at the bottom of the dark stairs. As I assaulted her with kisses I unbuttoned her coat and dropped it to the floor. I immediately started on her blouse and pushed my hips into her so my cock was pressed against her.

She broke the kiss for a second and put her hands inside my jacket and on top of my shoulders. I shrugged it off behind me. “I missed you,” I said.

“I missed you too,” she replied, and we resumed the kiss.

I pinned my knee between hers and we undressed ourselves between kisses. It hadn’t even been three days since we’d last been together but I was craving her. Once we were down to our underwear I grabbed Grace’s bum cheeks from behind and lifted her up the wall, pushing my cock against her warm moist pussy through our underwear and nibbling the cups of her bra with my front teeth.

The sudden sound of a passing car and its headlights briefly lighting up the hall startled us, and we both looked out of the open front door to see an old lady walking a dog along the pavement, seemingly unaware of us.

I didn’t care. I smiled and carried on kissing but Grace giggled and whispered “baby, hold on”. Ugh. Fine.

I let her down and she kicked our pile of clothes into the house slightly so she could push the front door closed, although it wasn’t much warmer inside the house than out. I followed her into the lounge (I’d never been this far into their house before) and she commanded some hidden Alexa to turn the lights on. I loved that familiar hip swing as she walked - it was like she was permanently on a catwalk but completely unaware of it.

She pulled the cord to drop the blinds in the front window as Alexa complied with her request, bathing the room in a warm glow. Grace took a candle lighter (yes, more candles) and lit three on the mantle above the artificial fireplace, nestled between pictures of her and the cuck.

She span like a ballerina on the carpet back to face me, and pushed me down onto the long side of a small corner sofa. Following me down, she grabbed the legs of my boxers and I lifted myself up so she could pull them off. My cock bounced out and flopped onto my stomach and Grace threw them onto the seat at the foot of the “L” shaped sofa to her left. 

Grace noticed the chafe marks along my hips and winced. “Still sore?”

“Fuck no,” I said, impatient. I lifted my legs again and used my feet to hook the tops of her legs and pull her into me. “Bull needs his pussy.”

She collapsed onto me, straddling me on her sofa. It felt great having her mostly naked body against me again. I moved the wet crotch of her panties to one side and slid into her tight little hole, pushing her down by her curvy hips as far as she’d go, not giving her a chance to think. It felt like being home after a weekend away.

“That’s better,” I said, enjoying the expression of surprise and pleasure on her face. I reached round her back and undid her bra, and she held her arms forward for me to pull it off. I threw it onto the corner of the sofa next to my pants.

Grace regained her composure. “Fuck, I can feel you in my stomach,” she said.

I smiled at the compliment. “OK then baby,” I said, shifting forward, “I got something else you’ll be able to feel in your stomach.”

We started fucking and it was like we’d never stopped. I started slow just to stretch her but within a few minutes we were pounding breathlessly, hands all over each other, holding each other and then kissing for a few minutes, and then with my hands on her hips enjoying her tits bouncing against my face.

The hem of her pants kept slipping and rubbing on the side of my cock. A couple of times I moved it back out of the way, hoping I could loop it round her engorged lips, but it would always slip back and eventually it was compromising our fuck.

“Are these special pants?” I asked, panting.

“What? Not really,” she replied, equally breathless.

I stopped her mid-stroke, hooked both hands around the crotch of her panties, then pulled hard in opposite directions. I was half prepared for them to put up a fight but I guess I don’t know my own strength; they tore easily. I lifted the waistband up Grace so it was resting on top of the narrowest point of her hips, the torn crotch now around her belly button.

Expecting admonishment, I said “I’ll buy you more.” She laughed and I spanked her ass as we resumed our fuck.

I wondered if the cuck bought her sexy underwear. Where was the cuck?

“Where is he?” I asked her. She frowned, having understandably not followed my train of thought.

“On his way, he won’t be long.”

After a while we switched positions. I put Grace on her back and, with one foot on the floor and the other at the back of the sofa, I lifted her legs up and railed her missionary, every now and then pushing in as far as I could, crushing my balls between her bum cheeks, and kissing her passionately.

Grace came. I felt that familiar tightening and wettening and she threw her head back, her blonde hair like a mane spread on the sofa. I kissed her as she came down and wrapped my arms around her, resting my chest on her tits. Grace crossed her legs around me.

“You didn’t cum baby?”

I looked down and started to roll my hips against her. “Nope.”

She giggled and pulled my chain so we were close. “Where you got all this energy from Bull?”

I laughed and wondered if I was embarrassing myself. “I’ve done fuck all today, and I had a tactical at lunch.”

She pretended to be shocked, “you cheat! That’s not nice.”

“I’m not a nice guy,” I grinned. “I want your ass.”

Grace thought for a moment, playing with my chain with her thumbnail. She bit her lip. “OK,” she said, “go and get your lube, I need to get ready.”

“Oh,” I stopped. “Don’t you have any?” I hadn’t really expected this encounter, mine was at home in my bag I'd not had chance to unpack since the weekend.

She shook her head. “I used yours the other night.”

I scrambled. “Don’t worry, I can just use spit.”

Grace laughed. “Definitely fucking not,” she tightened her legs and squeezed me with her pussy. “Sorry baby, you’re not getting in there without lube.”

Fuck. I'd been in her ass before when we met in town, but she was right. I've done no lube anal before and it's always a lot less fun than you think it's going to be.

I rolled my hips and pushed deep. “I’ve got a bit of Castrol in the car, will that do?” I expected that to go straight over her head, but she laughed.

I fucked her hard, slightly frustrated. I shifted so I was back on the bottom, my favourite position. I put my arm around Grace’s tiny waist, underneath her broken panties, and bounced her up and down, spanking her with my other hand, synchronising our thrusts. She put her hands on my shoulders and got into it, talking dirty.

A few minutes later, a key turned in the lock in the hall and I felt Grace tense. Fuck, I hoped it was just the cuck with the key and not her dad or someone.

Grace leaned backwards on my knees to look out into the hall, but didn’t stop fucking. She looked majestic. She nodded as if giving permission and the cuck came in, averting his gaze. He was wearing his big thick puffer jacket again and the same jeans. For all intents and purposes he appeared exactly as he had on Sunday morning when I last saw him.

“Hi sir, hi mistress,” he said. 

“Hi,” Grace said, out of breath. She pointed to the short side of the sofa and said “sit down, we’re just finishing.”

The cuck did as he was told. He walked politely around us, picked up Grace’s bra and my boxers from the sofa and placed them in his lap, then sat down to watch.

I gave it to Grace now. We’d been fucking for almost 45 minutes, edging, and it soon came time to cum. She seemed to sense it and said, “in my mouth baby.”

She quickly sprang off me and I fell out of her, then she dropped to the floor. I pushed myself up and she grabbed my cock, wanking me the last few yards. As I came, she locked her lips round the end and her cheeks sucked in as she extracted what she wanted. She was distractingly beautiful, her dark red lipstick leaving stains on my cock as I unloaded into her. She did an exaggerated swallow and then sucked the tip clean.

She stood up and I grabbed her by her pants (which were now more of a belt), pulled her into me, looked down at her, and kissed her, tasting my salty cum in her mouth.

Beers

“Right, I’m going to make dinner,” she said, walking into the kitchen. “It’s going to be a while. Why don’t you guys go for a quick drink?”

I looked at the cuck, apparently as surprised as I was. We’d not really had a conversation in person. The only time we’d spent together was watching the rugby on my phone waiting for Grace in the hotel room when we first met, so I wasn’t sure about socialising with him. He’d just watched me fuck his girlfriend; not a dynamic I’m used to. I’d rather have stayed with Grace and watched her cook naked.

I followed her into the kitchen. She was standing looking into the fridge, her weight resting on her right leg. Fuck, she looked good, her thigh gap and the way her bum cheeks cast shadows on her thighs, one slightly longer than the other. I walked up behind her and placed my hands around her waist.

“I’m not sure-”

Grace turned in my arms to face me and half whispered, “I know, but please baby, can you go and have a drink with him?”

She was serious. “He really wants to get to know you. This is going to take an hour. The pub is right round the corner and,” she smiled, “there’s a Co-Op over the road. They might do something better than engine oil.”

Oh. I understood. “I’ve never had a lady insist I go drinking before.” I kissed her. Okay. I asked her if she needed anything else. Wine, that was it. She took a makeup wipe from a pack on the side and wiped her lipstick off my face.

I went back into the lounge, thinking how to play this. First thing was, I needed to get dressed.

The cuck stood up, I guess having similar thoughts. I held out my hand to him and he shook it, again. That wasn’t what I was holding my hand out for, but I shook. “How’s it going mate?” I asked.

“Fine, thank you sir,” he replied.

I laughed. “Okay, for the next hour you don’t have to call me sir, we’re just two normal fellas going for a drink.”

His shoulders dropped a little and he seemed to relax a bit. I left my palm held out and he looked at it, unsure.

I pointed my finger at his other hand, clutching our underwear. “You’ve got my boxers.”

He handed them to me and I wiped my damp cock with them and put them on, slightly wet already from Grace's pussy and my precum earlier. I went into the hall and grabbed my trousers, shirt, socks and shoes and put them on too. I called bye to Grace and said we’d be an hour, and she said something like “bye boys”.

I rolled my shirt sleeves up and stopped at the car to grab my coat which I put on over the top. I reached into my pocket for my cigarettes - just straights when I’m in public, and lit one as we walked. I offered one to the cuck but he declined, “I don’t smoke.”

We walked out the other end of the road and turned left onto the high street. Straight ahead of us over the roundabout on the other side of the road was the Co-op, on our side a pub doing its best to hide the fact that it was a Wetherspoons.

I finished my cigarette and we went inside. To be fair, it was my sort of place. The beer was cold and cheap and wet, and I could laugh at all the patrons standing in a queue at the long bar rather than just walking up like everywhere else in the world.

I said to the cuck to get us a table and asked what he wanted. Whatever I was having. I gave him my coat and he went and sat at a high table along from some fruit machines.

I got two Stellas and went back to him, placing his on the table in front of him.

I said cheers and he repeated it. “‘’Cheers’ what?” I looked at him coldly.

His face went red.

I waited for a beat. “Nah, I’m only kidding,” I said, clinking his glass, smiling as warmly as I could. I suddenly felt guilty, like I was being a bully. The cuck laughed, the first time I’d seen him.

I decided to just relax. I got comfy on the stool and realised I stank of sex. I made a mental note not to get too close to anyone.

I sensed he wanted to say something so I broke the ice. “How’s it going? Good day at the mill?”

“Yeah fine. You?”

"Bit boring but, you know, things got better." I wasn't sure whether to allude to the elephant in the room or not. But I figured, if we were being relaxed, there was no point trying to skirt the issue. Surely that would just make things tense.

He nodded and looked down.

"Grace said you fancied a bit of a 'getting to know you' thing?"

“I just wanted to… well you know, you’re obviously uh doing that with her and I’m watching and I feel like it’s going well but I also feel like I should be more like, involved…” he trailed off.

“What, like a threesome?” I said, a little too loud. I shouldn't have made him struggle really.

He laughed, again a little too loud. “No, well not necessarily. I just mean like the hotel and then at the weekend…I feel like she knows you really well and I don’t really at all. I just wanna make sure I'm like, part of it and you're not just gonna run off together.”

He was rambling. “Ok”, I said, and took a gulp of beer. I spoke slowly and carefully. “This is a weird situation. To be honest I don’t know the rules. If there are rules. I like Grace a lot…”

“Do you love her?”

He surprised me with that one - it was a ballsy question and I struggled for an answer for a second. It’s not the sort of question you ask two sips into a pint.

“No, no, not like that. You know when we say that we’re just playacting, it’s not real.”

He nodded and took a drink. I looked at him. This conversation wasn’t going how I expected, the dynamic was different than when we’d met before. I felt under pressure. I folded my arms across my chest.

“I can’t get a bead on you,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know much about you either. I know you’ve been with Grace since school and you obviously like watching us and all the other stuff. But I don’t know what sits under it all.”

He thought for a second, sliding his glass between his hands on the table. “OK, well as you said we’ve been together since high school, we were in the same form. Actually her mum was, well, is, my mum's best friend so we’ve always known each other to be honest. I’m not even sure when we started ‘going out’,” he did little air quotes.

“But yeah, we went through college and then split up at uni. Grace, well you’ve seen how she looks, what she’s like. She's the opposite of me. And she just realised there were like, more physically attractive guys” - he hesitated - “like you I guess. I dunno.

“Anyway we got back together in the end but I’ve never been able to do what those guys can do. We met a couple of bulls but it was always one and done, they’d barely even speak, and I was fine with that because she always was mine and they just did their job and made me watch and made her happy and it’s hot.

“But then you.” He gulped. He sounded more accusatory than he meant to. This was by far the longest I’d ever heard him speak. “I’ve never seen her with a guy like you before. Like watching you together, obviously the way you,” he looked around conspiratorially, “the way you fuck, what you can do to her. But the way you talk, the way you just are with each other. You match… if I didn’t exist she’d be happy with you. You’d get married and have beautiful kids and all that, without me dragging you down, so like I wonder if I should just go.”

His lip quivered and he took a drink to hide his emotion from me. So this was it. I couldn’t have felt more sympathy for the guy. I drank too to pretend I hadn't noticed and to let me think how to respond and let him compose himself. He stared into his pint.

“That’s not what I want,” I said. “I’m not a relationship wrecker - I mean, I thought about it when you chucked that little wobbly at the hotel,” he opened his mouth to apologise but I lifted my hand to stop him; I’d forgiven him. “I fantasised about taking her from you, rescuing her because of what you did to her.”

I paused, thinking how to put it. “You’re her boyfriend, you should worship her. But you’re her boyfriend, not me. If she’s not happy with you I can’t really do anything about that, but I can’t see that in her and if it comes to that it won’t be me she goes to. I saw you in the back of the car. She picked you over me, even after everything. She loves you man.”

He looked up at me and smiled a bit, sniffing. His eyes were wet. I’m not good with men crying and I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t noticed.

“Alright, that'll do,” I said, finishing my pint and wishing this subject could pass. “Get the beers in. Despite all that, I'm still on a promise.”

He did and over those and a second round we talked for quite a while, about them, about whatever Grace and I were, about their future and their past, about me and my family.

Our phones on the table both vibrated simultaneously. Grace had set up a WhatsApp group with the three of us and the first message on it was "It's ready".

We put our coats on. I went for a piss and met him in the beer garden at the front. The green frontage of the Co-op over the road caught my peripheral vision. "Sorry man. I’m trying to get in her bum but we have no lube."

"I'll come with."

We went in and, of a surprisingly generous selection (I think I know what the people of Coventry do with their spare time) the cuck encouraged me to buy the orange and blue 'Tingling Pleasure Gel' - Grace would like that, he said. I grabbed a bottle of plonk and took both through the self checkout to avoid the embarrassing interaction with the cashier.

I had another fag on the way back and reflexively offered him one but this time he accepted. Like everyone, he was a non-smoker until he'd had a drink. He coughed through one as we walked.

We stopped at the front of the house.

"Right, once we're back in there you're back to the cuck, yeah?" He nodded, seemingly psyching himself up for it. It endeared him to me and I couldn't help smiling. I punched him lightly on his pudgy shoulder. "You're alright."

Home

We went back in. Grace was unimpressed at our lateness but the food was still hot. A huge lasagne with ricotta cheese and salad with homemade garlic bread. She had changed into grey trackies and an oversized hoodie (one of the cuck’s?) which she'd tied up at the front to show off her midriff. She'd obviously showered, her hair was damp, and her makeup, which I'd rearranged earlier, had been removed.

She looked prettier without makeup but I think that about most women.

Grace's cooking was good. My mother would definitely have approved (of the food, not of the circumstances by which I came to be eating it) but Grace ate lightly as usual.

We talked and ate and the cuck also seemed to relax. Not that he joined in the conversation as such, just that he was a man contented and free in his own home, rather than the totally compliant sub I'd seen before. No doubt the four pints helped.

We finished and Grace told the cuck to clear the table and wash up. I took the lube from the pocket of my coat on the back of the chair, and beckoned Grace to follow me back out of their small kitchen/diner to the lounge.

I let her pass in front of me and as she did I caught her around her exposed middle and pulled her in close so she could feel my erection against her bum. I buried my neck in the hood of her hoodie and kissed her neck and shoulder.

"Do you know how much social conditioning I had to suppress not to offer to wash up then?" I joked.

"You made it look so easy," I felt her cheeks rise with her grin. Cheeky. But I loved how she had her wits about her. "You have garlic breath. How was the pub?"

"Fine baby, we just chatted but I'll talk about it another time." I took the bottle of lube and slid it down her tight stomach, under the waistband of her trackies and into her fresh pants, down to her clit. I rubbed the soft edge of the cap along it and between her lips. "This is my favourite pub though".

I could feel her melting into me again. She moaned. I undid the flies on my suit trousers and let my cock poke through, still in my boxers

"Your Bull's bought this special lube," I pulled her in close so she could feel my words in my chest. "In fact, our cuck helped me select it. Do you know what your Bull's going to do with it?" I asked, gently rubbing it up and down her slit. She nodded but didn't spoil it by interrupting.

I moved the bottle between her legs, reaching round her and pushing her torso forward, causing her to back onto my cock. "Your Bull's going to grease your cute little bum up with it," I pushed the cap slowly into her crack, the lube itself lubricated by her wet pussy. From this angle I could see her biting her lip, feel her heart starting to race in her chest, and her breathing start to get deeper.

"And then, your Bull's going to fuck you, with this…" I thrusted my hips so my cock poked Grace's hole through our clothes, to a yelp from her.

"Fuck," she managed. I felt her tremble.

My arm had caused her trackies to fall down half way and as I pulled away I pulled her pants down too. I ordered Grace to lift her arms, which she did. I untied her knot at the front and lifted her hoodie off over her head, to reveal her bare breasts. I gently pinched her hard nipples.

She turned inside my embrace and removed my shirt for a second time that day, pulling it, still buttoned, over my head. She dropped to her knees and manipulated my boxers down so she could partially free my cock, still poking through my flies.

Grace took it in her mouth, moving her hands around my stomach, slotting her finger in my belly button. Fuck, I loved that. I dropped the lube into my pocket and looked down at my cuckoldress as she worked her way down, not quite deepthroating, but taking it about two thirds of the way.

Occasionally, she’d move away and a string of spit would run from my cock to her mouth, and she’d duck her head to catch it back in her mouth and swallow it. I heard myself groaning, the combined pleasure of the blowjob and belly rub absolute ecstasy.

Through closed eyes I perceived the lights in the room dim. I turned to the cuck, who was standing in the kitchen doorway, phone in hand. I gave him a thumbs up. The still burning candles and dimly lit room were Grace’s favourite atmosphere. He pointed to the sofa, asking permission to watch. I nodded and he sat where he’d been earlier, at the foot of the “L”.

I took Grace under her chin and lifted her up. I kissed her deeply for a few seconds and then led her over to the sofa. I unbuckled my belt and undid the button and catch on my trousers, allowing them to fall. I did the same with my boxers and kicked my socks off with my toes.

“On all fours, hands on the back of the sofa” I said to Grace. She did so and I spread her legs, showing both holes to the cuck. I rubbed her pussy for a few seconds and then upwards, into her bum crack

I knelt on the floor behind her and spread her cheeks, then tickled her soaking clit with the tip of my tongue. I’d missed that sweet taste. I rounded her lips and then sunk my tongue into her little pink pussy, my nose poking her bum hole. I took a breath, it smelled of soap.

I ran my hands up the outside of Grace’s thighs, round her hips and up her back, to the bottom of her hair, and she rolled her spine in response. It was time.

I moved my face upwards, kissing her cheeks. Pulling them apart, I moved my tongue towards her ass, tracing a spiral pattern getting closer to the rim, which I tickled. She moaned, and I pushed gently at her hole with my tongue, over the next few minutes slowly loosening it as I lapped at it. I placed my hands on top of Grace’s bum and I felt her sink lower into the sofa and the tension release from her as she relaxed more and more.

“You ready baby?” I asked.

“Yes,” she moaned.

I took the lube out of my trouser pocket and started by working it into Grace (ladies first). Her hole was now completely compliant and she moaned even more as I gently but firmly pushed it into her. I could feel the tingle on my fingers as I spread it liberally.

Next was me. There was a bit of tingle, and coldness a bit like Deep Freeze when you get injured. I sat down on the sofa next to Grace and span her around so she was standing straddling me, facing away. She lowered herself down my front and I let her control this bit.

Penetration was difficult; she was tight as fuck, but once in it just became about letting her stretch and get comfortable. I lay back on their sofa and watched her two peachy bubbles work their way slowly to my balls. Eventually she hit the bottom, her cheeks slotting perfectly into the dips between my hips and pubic bone.

I kissed her shoulder again and told her how great she felt as her hole gripped me. She lifted herself up, supporting herself on the back and seat of the sofa. I took this as an invitation, pushing back in slowly and letting my hips fall, initially just spreading the lube around, starting slowly at first and building up momentum as we went.

Neither Grace or I are particularly heavy but as we got rougher the cuck sitting to our right started to gently bounce with the force. I told Grace how beautiful she was, reminding her how her Bull had said he wanted her ass. And Bull gets what he wants, doesn’t he? “Yes Bull," she replied.

We fucked for about 10 minutes that way. I reached round to play with Grace’s pussy, which I could feel was dripping wet. The cuck couldn’t take his eyes off us. Eventually Grace’s arms started to wobble and she sat down on me, “lie down,” she said, pointing right.

I got it. I wrapped my arms around her and we flopped sideways, so our heads were on the cushions in the corner of the sofa, now spooning each other. Grace lifted her legs to give me the angle and I shifted to fucking sideways using the arm at the far end at my feet to push off, my right arm underneath her. She rolled her head on the cushion towards me and I kissed her passionately, her left hand craning round to the back of my head.

Grace eventually broke the kiss and relaxed her neck, looking now at the cuck and away from me. His eyes met hers and she extended her bottom/right arm a short distance towards him, offering him her hand, which wandered in the air with the force of my thrusts. He hesitated and she nodded, and his eyes met mine, as if asking for permission. Through a fog of anal delight I laughed to myself at the idea of him asking me if he could touch his girlfriend, but I just nodded.

He took her hand in both his own like a sandwich. I upped the pace, moving my right hand, trapped under Grace, round her stomach to bring her into a closer spoon, and my left hand round to her pussy.

I was close, and for some reason seeing her affection for the cuck got me closer. I wanted us to cum together like this, but unlike her pussy, Grace’s ass gave no signal I could detect about how close she was.

“You gonna cum for me baby?”

Her free hand met mine at her pussy. “Fuck yes,” she said breathlessly.

We did. Grace seconds ahead of me, soaking our left hands as she interlocked her fingers with mine. That feeling pushed me over the edge and I exploded in her ass, my hips bucking involuntarily a few times, pushing in as deep as I could and feeling as though I were spraying her intestines.

She turned her head back to me and we kissed again, deep and slow and passionate. She somehow yanked the comparatively hulking cuck towards her and gripped his hand so hard her fingers went white. We were so close I could feel my own heartbeat and hers in phase with each other.

We seemed to hold ourselves like that forever, our weird little triplet. I found that all the times I was at my happiest were when I was lying inside Grace in post coital bliss. I hugged her close and played with her hair, twiddling it between my fingers. I could easily have fallen asleep spooning Grace like that.

Practical considerations went through my head as I lay there, enjoying the tranquillity of being in a full bum. I had early calls in the morning but I could work from wherever. Laptop charger? No, at home. Could maybe borrow one or just hope to get through the day, same story with phone chargers. Change of clothes? No. Borrow from the cuck? Maybe, they’d be huge on me. Stay off camera? Not really doable. No written notes? Could get away without them, just. Where to sleep? I’d feel bad depriving the cuck of his own bed and this sofa wasn’t really sleepable.

I rolled my hips and let Grace's natural tightness push my cock out of her with a plop. I decided to go, despite Grace’s objections and to my later regret. I thanked her for her hospitality and said we’d go for a drink at the weekend, just the two of us. She warmed to that and kissed me. As we kissed I let my hands fall down her back to her bum and gave it a gentle spank.

I dressed myself (again) and we said our goodbyes. Grace gave me another deep kiss, arms around my neck. I went to give the cuck my hand but he instead wrapped me in a huge bear hug. I hugged him back, and looked at Grace over his big arm, baffled. She smiled at me as if she didn’t quite understand either.

I climbed up into my cold car. I waited for it to de-ice and got another whiff of myself. The unmistakable scents of anal and vaginal sex seemed to be competing with each other to outdo my natural ‘day spent in hot office’ stink . If it weren't so cold I'd have opened a window.

I was glad to get home and have a hot shower. I got into bed and, wishing I was still spooning Grace and kicking myself for not having stayed, sent a message on our new WhatsApp group before dropping it onto the charging pad.

Night baby❤️