Mr and Mrs x had a second holiday home in North Wales. (A touchy topic with locals these days but they used it most weekends over the summer). By this time if you’ve seen my other descriptions of our meets, you’ll know we were getting comfortable with each other. One Friday I had a business meeting in a certain town in North Wales which has a big castle plonked near its centre, sure you can work out which one. I was staying in a hotel of a well-known budget travel chain, again I am sure you can work that one out at well. I’d mentioned this in passing to Mr x and he asked when my meeting would be done. I said we’d probably be wrapped up by 3pm. It being a Friday I couldn’t see anyone wanting to work later than that anyway. He said, “I’ll send you a text after three on Friday, come over, it’s only a few miles, I'll send you the post code”.
On Friday I could hardly wait to get out of the meeting, even more so when my phone pinged with a text message dead on three. I got to the cottage just before four and Mr x was there by himself. He made me a coffee and said Mrs X would be back shortly and we sat in the kitchen chatting.
Mrs x had been out for a run. She looked fabulous as she came through the back door, if a little flushed and sweaty. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, turned to us and giggled and said, “I’m so turned on. Must be the run, I’ve been thinking about the both of you all the way down the seafront and back again”.
She came over and give each of us a hot lingering kiss. She then took my hand and gently thrust it down the inside of her running leggings, so my fingers were directly over her sweaty mound and kissed me again. I got an instant hard on which had her giggling again.
Mr x laughing said, “Think we’d better work on those sexual tensions...”
He slowly started to roll down her sports leggings and they were soon on the floor along with her damp white panties. Losing no time, she eased up onto the kitchen island and spread her legs for us to see. Her lips were puffy and damp. She smelled incredible, hot and musky.
She peeled off her top and took of her sports bra and held out her hands to us. Mr X gently went over and kissed her and took one of her fast-hardening nipples in his mouth whilst struggling to get out of his own clothes. I took her other breast in my hand and rolled her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger making her gasp and gently took it in my lips which made her gasp again. I quickly stripped down and Mr X and I stood before her, both of us hard and erect. Watching us she opened her legs wider, and I could see the pink inner slickness of her. She quickly slipped in a finger and slowly ran it in and out and over her clit as though to tease us. We wanked slowly for her, my breath slightly ragged as I watched her as I eased my fingers up and down my shaft from the very bottom to the sensitive tip in long slow strokes.
She finally held out her hands to me and drew me closer and I delicately bent down and tentatively ran the tip of my tongue along the outer lips of her mound. She let out a little moan as I probed with my tongue deeper and with her fingers she eased her lips apart a little to allow my tongue better access to her clit. She tasted amazing and felt hot and wet and the musky smell of sex filled my senses.
I could feel the tension building in her legs as I worked my tongue deeper and quicker. Mr x was slowly wanking watching us. I tried to ease away, not wanting to be greedy, but Mrs x whispered, “No” and pulled my head back to her crotch. I kept going and she started to moan, and I felt the tension build in her thighs again as I pushed her towards orgasm. She was unbelievably wet against my tongue and her breathing went ragged. Eventually she bucked against me and gasped as she came in a series of shuddering spasms.
We gave her a minute to recover, then Mr X gave her a lingering kiss and slipped inside her and started to rock her back and forwards. I watched as he eased deep inside her and gently pulled almost all the way out, his cock slick and milky wet from her, the tip of his cock grazing her outer lips and then slipping deep back inside again. He slowly increased the thrusts and built up a rhythm and she soon started to gasp and pant as he worked her up to orgasm. He came with a deep groan and she gasped and spasmed against him as he shuddered releasing his hot cum. He eventually slid out of her leaving a sticky milky white trail over her thighs. She sat there panting trying to regain her breath. I watched her mesmerised, she sat there hot and flushed, her lips puffy and engorged from sex. After a minute she looked at me knowingly and slid a finger inside her and brought it out white and slick with spunk. She held her hand out to me and drew me to her, still hard and erect I eased into her. She was so slick and wet that I slid easily deep inside her. The hot wetness enclosing my cock made me gasp, and it took me only a few thrusts before I was adding my own explosion of spunk into her as she gasped and moaned, her head on my shoulder her fingers digging into my back.
