PolyMe

Stupid business trip and she wasn’t home. But she was happy for the two of them.

She loved the slowness and also the outcome - those lips, that tongue on her clit, the anticipation was amazing.

Melting gasping wanting

Waiting for them as they came in the door after their date. Depending on which one touched her first, she had a script to run down in her head - who received, who gave, who took. It all depended on whether her husband or his girlfriend touched her first. And where.

She watched in anticipation- the smell was already in the room, the sounds soon would be, and soon enough his cock would be sliding into her, long, so hard, and so wet. And then the taste of them, all before she had a chance to feel his cock herself. Oh, these lazy lovely afternoons (now that the kids had moved out).

She was there watching and she was finally not watching him, instead watching what he was causing. This was always the moment when she wanted to join, wanting to kiss those lips, wanting to feel that passion he caused, wanting to be part of it after holding back.

It was a very long time since they had this conversation but she still remembered the moment almost every day.

Sometimes I think about kissing a girl and feeling our nipples press together and it makes my whole body vibrate

There’s something about him, sure, tall and being against his chest like that, and she didn’t want to lose that, but there was oh so most something about her, her nipples, her mouth at just the same height, her hair in her hands, and the way they adjusted as they kissed with their nipples at different heights because sigh anatomy, though each rubbing just so, heads tilted, lips soft and tongues slowly moving - and there was something even more amazing when they were both up against his chest, one of his arms around each of them, lightly holding them, no control involved, no pushing, perhaps a little ass groping because he couldn’t help himself, and them kissing like this, safely, together, and happy.

Yes yes yes please yes

Oh it was ok. It was very much ok. She loved watching him fuck. She loved the screams he caused, the way she collapsed on his cock, the way he stayed in control - until he didn’t. Good she loved seeing him lose control.

"I'm sure your wife down the hall is pretty worked up from listening to us this afternoon. She will likely be all over you as soon as I leave, but I think you need a little break. So, let me leave a smelly reminder of our afternoon for her to discover at bedtime. Make her wait until then."

Oh, she was definitely going to be all over him once she left, and she was going to be miffed about only one thing: that she had worn her panties while grinding against the blanket. I mean, c’mon, she wanted the full immersive smell of their fucking surrounding her as she went to sleep that night, after getting the sweaty taste off his cock that afternoon. Was that too much to ask?!

Some of you really need to hear the click of a leash being attached to your collar and feel the tug of the leash pull you forward so that you have no choice but to follow along and it shows

I feel called out