Day 3
I woke with a start. I was alone. Rose and Michael were missing. “I bet they are off somewhere fucking” I said to myself. I got off the bed and stood in the dark listening for any clue as to where they were. I could hear a faint murmuring, so I went looking for its source. As I approached the kitchen, I could hear voices coming from the pool area. Naked, I moved quietly and stood in the shadows. I wanted to know what they were doing.
I soon heard a muffled voice say “Yes, go on, suck that”. It wasn’t Michael though.
“Who the hell is she sucking now?” I wondered. I peered round the edge of the sliding doors and was gobsmacked at what I saw. Rose was on all fours being spit-roasted. Michael was fucking her with long, slow, deep strokes. A guy I had never seen before had his cock in my wife’s throat. She was grinding her arse on Michael’s cock and had a hand between the other guy’s legs. I wasn’t sure if she was stroking his balls or fingering his arse. His cock was huge – probably 8 inches long and almost as thick as Rose’s wrist. She was gagging and choking as he fed it into her throat. She would grunt every time Michael’s cock hit her cervix with every in-stroke.
“Who is this then?”, I asked myself.
“That is my husband” – a woman’s voice from behind me.
I turned to see Antoinette, the waitress from the bistro.
“I told him about you guys, and we decided to arrange a little soiree with Michael and you. When we got here we found Michael and your wife going at it in the kitchen. They told us about your adventures earlier in the evening”
“What time is it now?”, I asked.
“Just after midnight”, she replied before saying “Why don’t you come over here so I can rim your arse? Your wife is getting far too much pleasure and you are looking rather left out”
Well, I love a good rimming, and it is not something Rose is that enthusiastic about. So, I was over to Antoinette like a stabbed rat.
“Turn round. Bend over and rest on the back of the chair in front of me”. I did exactly as I was told.
I felt her just gently stroking my back, my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. Her touch was feathery and, at times, barely perceptible. I felt her blow into the gap between my buttocks. It was the lightest of sensations, but it focussed directly onto my arsehole. I was already half-erect from the sight of my wife being ploughed at both ends, but now, could feel myself rising to full erection.
This went on for several minutes as I watched Rose gagging on the huge cock in her mouth and writhing her buttocks into Michael’s charging cock. At one point she disengaged her mouth from the cock in front of her and turned to look at me. Her eyes were glazed over and half shut, her mouth hung slack, and she bobbed back and forth as her cunt was invaded by 7 inches of hard meat. It was like she couldn’t even see me, like she was in some sort of cock induced trance. I watched her ecstatic pleasure as she reached for the cock in front of her. He was looking me directly in the eye as she sucked his ridiculously swollen appendage into her face.
I felt Antoinette pull my buttocks apart and something wet slid down my crack from the end of my spine to the back of my balls. It felt wet, but I wasn’t sure if it was a tongue of a finger at this stage. It made the journey from back to sack several more times before I felt it; the most delicious feeling I had experienced for a long time. It was the sensation that can only be produced when a beautiful woman pulls your buttocks apart and inserts her tongue into your arse. I felt the cheeks of her face pressed between my buttocks. I felt the heat of her breath on my arsehole. Then I felt her puckered lips kiss my puckered arsehole. Then, when I was almost unable to bear it any longer, the tip of her tongue swirled around my ring of muscle. It swiped across my anus in a long, slow, wet sweep of sensations. On the third sweep across my most intimate of places, the tongue changed from being soft and flat to being stiff and pointed. She drove the tip of her tongue into my arse. I almost yelped with pleasure, but instead I bore down and pushed back, opening the ring of muscle for her and allowing her to penetrate me even more deeply. I felt her tongue reach places that I was almost never aware of. And then she reached round and grabbed my bouncing, twitching, engorged cock.
She drew back my foreskin and I felt her fingers massaging the ridiculously hard glans of my penis. I couldn’t remember feeling like my cock might actually burst before, but the combination of her nimble digits on my helmet and her thrusting, twisting, lubricious tongue in my arse had me at the point where I was seriously worried for the physical wellbeing of my cock. Then her other hand grabbed my balls. I was being played like a trombone as her first hand was now pumping my foreskin back and for the over the shiny, purple bulb at the end of my cock.
I looked over at Rose in time to see Michael and the other guy – I still didn’t know his name – swap ends. Rose didn’t move as they high-fived one another as they swapped orifices. I was keen to watch Rose’s face as the huge cock pushed into her cunt. I knew it would stretch her and also push her insides out of its way as it raided her body. The guy positioned the tip of his cock at Rose's raw entrance. She was already busily sucking the cock she knew best in the world apart from mine. Then the guy started to slide into her. She writhed and squealed around the meat in her mouth. The cock was halfway home now and I imagined how stretched she was feeling, then he pushed the last few inches into my gorgeous wife. I was amazed that she had taken it to the root without any adjustments or false starts. She must be so turned on that her cunt was ultra-relaxed and capable of accepting this monster.
They started to fuck my wife to within an inch of her life. She was oblivious to anything else apart from the two sticks of meat that impaled her body and threatened to attempt to touch in the middle. Her nose was pressed into Michael’s pubic bone as her stretched throat easily accommodated the cock that she was only too familiar with.
Antoinette pulled her tongue from my guts and said “She has a spare hole. We will get you to fill it soon”. I almost came on the spot, but she squeezed my balls and dug a nail into the glans of my cock and, instantly, the desire to empty my balls evaporated. The pain was exquisite. I loved it. I wanted more of it……… but I wanted the sensation of her hot tongue inside me again. I pushed back and she got the message. I asked her to hurt me again. She seemed only too happy to do so. The feeling of something wet engulfing my balls from behind consumed me. She had somehow got both my balls into her mouth and replaced her tongue with what I later realised was the thumb of her right hand.
Rose was grunting and moaning every time Antoinette’s husband forced her cervix into a place it had never been before this night. His cock was a weapon, but also an instrument of pleasure. He pushed in at various angles and I soon noticed a large puddle between Rose’s feet. While I had been focussed on the sensation in my balls and anus, she had obviously ejaculated at least once, but most likely three or four times judging by the amount of fluid her feet were splashing around in.
He looked across to me and smiled. “This is not the first black pussy I have fucked, but it is certainly the most exciting and responsive”. His words sounded as if they were coming from miles away, like I was half asleep and hearing a voice that was trying to wake me. Then it happened!
Michael and the other guy withdrew from my wife. As if there were some telepathic connection, Antoinette abandoned my pleasure and stood up behind me. She touched my shoulder and indicated I should stand up straight. “We are going to give Rose and experience like no other” she said. She grabbed my aching cock and led me across to where the other three waited. Rose was now panting like an athlete who has just run the 800 metres in a record time.
Antoinette’s husband introduced himself as Jean. We shook hands – a ridiculously formal gesture between two men who had just been impossibly intimate with one another’s wives. In a heavy French accent, he said “Rose will now have three men inside her at once” I assumed he meant one in each hole. But he explained that he would take her arse – she looked at me, her eyes widened, but there were no words of objection. “Once I am in her arse, you and Michael will both enter her pussy at the same time” My jaw dropped. My wife’s pussy would be ruined by this. It would never grip onto me like it was designed to. “While we are fucking your wife, Antoinette will sit on her face and cum in her mouth”.
I was gobsmacked. Why wasn’t Rose shouting and yelling her objections?
Jean got on his back on the floor. He put down some cushions first. I remember thinking that they were about to be ruined. Michael guided Rose until she stood astride Jean. His awesome cock was bobbing up from his body in time with his pulse. It seemed to be trying to reach her arse already. Antoinette pushed Rose until she was bent over and her hands rested on the ground either side of Jean’s legs. Antoinette then applied a lot of lube to Rose’s arse. She didn’t need any in her pussy as that was literally dripping all over Jean’s cock and stomach. Rose was then helped into a squatting position and Antoinette guided her husband’s cock towards my wife’s arsehole. Rose’s eyes widened and her jaw went slack as Jean’s rigid tool touched her sphincter. Antoinette encouraged Rose to sit lower down and I watch in amazement as her arse opened up to accept the column of meat that she was squatting over. The lube squelched around the invading cock. Her arse slowly opened to accept it. It took a little while, but with lots of squeals and moans, eventually she was sat on his belly and his entire manhood was inside her guts. For the first time since I woke up, she spoke directly to me –
“Fucking hell, that is a big cock. You will have no trouble fucking my arse after this. I think I will be permanently stretched. I think I will just sit here for a couple of minutes to get used to this……… and to fucking enjoy it. My god it feels good”.
I smiled at her and genuinely felt pleased that she was enjoying new things and new sensations. But the real action was about to begin.
Antoinette gently laid Rose back. I watched as Jean whispered encouragement in her ear. Then Antoinette told Michael to enter her cunt with his cock. He did so with consummate ease, as her hole was still stretched from the fucking it had received just a few minutes earlier from Jean. Michael then sat back onto Jean’s legs, allowing space between him and Rose for another body to squeeze in – literally. Antoinette instructed me to push my cock into her pussy.
My bell-end rubbed across her clit. The contact made her entire body jump. Jean expressed his approval, saying that her sudden movement felt amazing for him. Michael just closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back. I rubbed my cock over her clit several more times, eliciting moans from all three of them. Then I pushed the end of my cock down until it was pressed onto the top of Michael’s cock. I had seen this situation in porn films – so had Rose. She had always said she didn’t know how the women in the films accepted three cocks at once. Well, she was about to find out.
I pressed forwards. The end of my cock slowly found a way into my wife’s dripping cunt alongside Michael's 7 inches of pussy-pleasing meat. Rose gasped. I thought I had hurt her and started to withdraw. “Don’t you fucking dare pull out” she hissed through clenched teeth. Once the head of my cock was inside, the rest of my 6 inches slid in easily. We paused to allow Rose to adjust to being filled with more meat than the vast majority of women will ever have the chance to experience.
The Jean started to move. It was almost imperceptible at first. He was simply flexing his muscles in his arse and that was creating vertical movement that moved his cock in and out of Rose’s arse. The thrusts were only small – maybe a centimetre – but the effect on Rose was electric. She started to wail and writhe. Her movements had the effect of gently moving the two cocks in her cunt in and out of her now fully stretched pink tube. Rose controlled the movement.
Antoinette moved across in front of me. She straddled Rose and Jean’s heads and slowly settled her pussy onto my wife’s face. I saw Rose open her mouth to receive the white woman’s cunt. I had never seen her with a white woman before, but she had always said she wanted to know what white pussy tasted like. Well, she found out at the bistro the day before and now she was back for more. Antoinette growled as Rose’s mouth sucked her entire vulva and her tongue thrust deep into the hot, pink hole above her face.
We all started to move – very small, controlled moves that ensured the pleasure continued but the contact wasn’t lost. This was too much for me though and I quickly came, my cock spewing cum all over Michael’s shaft and Rose’s pink walls. I felt four full spurts of cum hit them both before the cum just started to dribble out. When the first rope of my most precious of products erupted, Michael and Rose both yelled their approval as the warm, sticky liquid coated their most intimate point of contact. The arrival of millions of my best friends inside her cunt sent Rose over the edge and she started to orgasm. The spasms in her cunt pushed my now softening cock out of her. It left a small trail of my cum along Michael’s cock. I bent to lick it off and just as my tongue made contact, Rose erupted. She squirted in my face, into my mouth and up my nose. A full cupful of slippery liquid exploded from her and rand down over the two cocks that were still inside her. Antoinette turned round to face the action before settling on Roses face again. She then leant into a 69 position so she could pay attention to Rose’s clit.
Michael started thrusting hard. Jean maintained his controlled movements – for now. Antoinette nibbled and licked at Roses pink detonator. Rose squirted a couple more times and eventually, Michael could take no more. He starred to cum in my wife’s cunt …..again. He was starting to make a habit of it! He eventually pulled out of Rose in time to push his cock into Antoinette’s mouth and feed her the last of his cum, which she seemed to approve of enormously.
Michael’s pulling out of Rose left her cunt agape and dribbling cum, which ran down and acted as more lube for Jean. At this point he started to thrust harder. His wife leant further forward and began to fondle and lick his balls. He soon exploded with a huge roar and filled Rose’s arse with cum. Antoinette swivelled round and used her mouth to clean Rose up. She licked and sucked until she could get no more cum out of Rose’s pussy. Then she pulled her husband’s cock out of Roses arse and took it straight into her mouth. She cleaned him up thoroughly before announcing that she would not need any breakfast that morning. It was only then that I noticed that the sun was up, and a wonderful dawn was breaking – and not just in astronomical and meteorological terms, but also in the context of my wonderful wife’s sexual appetite. She lay there in front of me with a serene look of complete satisfaction on her face – and Jean’s cum dribbling out of her stretched arsehole. She was truly a new woman. She had pushed the limits of her inhibitions and found a way to allow herself complete freedom of thought and action in front of me.
As predicted, Michael’s cushions were ruined.
So that is the story of how a trip to Europe to meet our fuckbuddy for Rose to have the opportunity to abandon all of her inhibitions might go. It is a fantasy, but also a plan. Michael and I have discussed the scenarios in the story, and we are both up for it. I have also discussed the story with Rose and told her that she will have the chance to use both Michael and I, and also to be used by us with the aim of all three of us to satisfy our full range of fantasies. She is up for it. We have the most amazing sex life. Ours is an open marriage, in which we are both allowed to explore our fantasies either together or separately. The only rule is that we must always tell the other if/when we are meeting someone and where. Work colleagues are off limits as is our circle of established friends. Michael is the one exception to the rule, but we met him through a swinger site anyway, so he doesn’t really count. Hope you enjoyed this excursion through our fantasies.
