I was at Mr and Mrs X’s again, this time at their house in south Manchester. We were easy in each other’s company now having had several encounters over the weeks as I have already related in my previous stories. It took less and less time for us to end up in their bedroom. They’d already told me a lot of their fantasies and we were slowly working our way through the scenarios with Mrs X the focus of our attention.

This afternoon Mrs x was stood naked in front of a full-length mirror that was attached to the front of the wardrobe looking at herself. The blinds were down as it was a sunny afternoon outside, and the room looked suitably sexy in the subtle light.

Mrs X sat back on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open and slowly slipped a finger inside and begin to masturbate whilst watching herself in the mirror.

Mr X and I stood naked beside her.

She glanced at me and giggling said, “Sometimes I like to see what gets you boys so excited.”

After a while she was very evidently getting turned on, her fingers wet and her breathing heavy. You could smell the musky scent of her. She said softly to me, “I want you to cum over me.”

Mr x stood, cock rock hard, slowly stroking as he watched her.

I moved closer so I was positioned just in front of her open legs and started to wank. Slowly running my fingers up and down my shaft, rubbing my thumb up over the swollen head of my cock. She placed one hand on my chest and looked me in the eyes and said again breathlessly, “I want you to cum on me. Cum over my tits”. She was still slipping a finger in and out of herself as she cajoled me. I could feel myself getting nearer and nearer towards the point of no return. That point when you can feel the sperm rising and all you want to do is let go.

All the time she was whispering and urging me on, “Cum on me. Don’t stop, cum on my tits, I want you to cum.” It was unbelievably erotic. Inevitably I groaned and started to cum. The first spurt went across her upper chest and both breasts, leaving her stiff nipples wet and glistening.  I came again in a great heave across her lower belly.  She slid her hand down through the milky wetness and pushed the cum onto her swollen lips and inside her. She upped the pace of her rubbing and slowly brought herself to a juddering orgasm, gasping and crying out. She eventually stopped spasming and focused her attention on Mr X with a glance.

As I stood there still gasping, Mr x could hardly contain himself and slipped between her legs and with a groan released his own load over her belly and over her swollen pussy.

She lay there panting trying to get her breath back. She looked at us in turn and said, “I want you both inside me.”

We’d talked about this a few times over the weeks. I knew it was one of their fantasies, but I couldn’t quite believe we’d finally got there. They’d obviously discussed this between themselves and agreed today was the day. I felt myself instantly hardening up again, a nervous and excited flutter in my belly. She got up from the bed, still wet with our spunk. Mr X lay down on his back on the bed. Mrs X gave me a slow lingering Kiss and whispered to me, “You know what I want.”

 She turned back to Mr X and joined him on the bed. She took his cock in her mouth, and he was soon growing hard again. Before things went too far, she straddled him and slipped his cock inside her with a gasp. She started to rock very slowly, moving rhythmically back and forward, his cock sliding easily in the wetness of her and our shared spunk. She moaned once and looked over her shoulder at me biting her lip, indicating it was time.

She bent over Mr X, exposing to me the view of his cock in her vagina, her lips puffy and milky slick around his member. I climbed onto the bed and gently positioned myself over Mr X’s legs. Mrs X was so wet with her own sex and our spunk that I easily slid my cock into her beside his, and I eased gently inwards. Mrs X moaned and gasped, “Oh My God”. She straddled him maintaining his hard cock inside her as I gently started to thrust backwards and forwards doing most of the work. The tight sensation of both our cocks inside her was hard to describe. I eased in going as deep as I could then gently pulled out, with each thrust Mrs X moaned and gasped. I slowly built up a steady rhythm, she started to pant, her breath becoming ragged. She was incredibly wet now and I could feel the tension building. Suddenly she cried out over and over, her body bucking against us and I came deep down inside her, spasming deep spurts of spunk. I heard Mr X gasp and felt his hot warmth join mine inside her. And the deed was done, for now we had satisfied her desire.