My lovely wife, Emily has been steadily developing sexually. I knew she was never as adventurous as me, but something in what she does and says tells me she wants to be. Strange how upbringing affects one. My parents were the ultimate libertines, while Emily’s were way more reserved. A place for everything, and everything in its place, and the place for sex is in the bedroom.
Well, not any more. Emily now adores masturbating outdoors….even if I’m not there. This isn’t something she does just for me, it’s something she has really got into. It’s the same with going out and about with no panties, and with setting up scenarios where there is a good chance someone will see her with her hand between her legs. She often comes home to tell me of her exploits, which invariably leads us to having passionate sex, anywhere other than the bedroom.
Which I suppose leads me on to Dani, our housekeeper. I suppose if I was writing a job description, it would read 1) must be a restaurant standard chef, 2) must have attention to detail with regard to cleaning, 3) must be at ease with watching sex acts anywhere in the house between any number of people and both/either genders. Quite an ask, really. Yet Dani is a big tick in the box for all three criteria.
When she came here, she was 100% reserved, and I doubted if she even masturbated. (No, really….I seriously doubted that she allowed herself even that pleasure). As she has lived with us, well, she has certainly (literally) opened up. We made it clear to her that our sex life wasn’t confined to the bedroom, and since then she has caught us countless times…and she has caught me with The Lovely Chris as well. So much so, that she seems to know when we’ve finished and appears with trays of drinks afterwards.
As for Dani herself, there have certainly been developments. Being naked with us in the jacuzzi and allowing Emily to make her cum with the jets. Allowing? Yes, of course. Which of us doesn’t know when we are getting sexually stimulated and close to orgasm? She could have moved to a less turbulent area of the hot tub, or got out altogether, but no, she allowed herself to cum.
Then there were the two occasions we got together, well, only as far as a little mutual masturbation. Oh, plus the time she experimented with a little panty peeing. But what of closeness? That closeness that only comes with full body contact?
I admit, I had desperately hoped it would be me who took Dani’s virginity, but when I came home and heard the unmistakable sounds of girl/girl sex, I followed them to their source. At the back of our new home is a very large extension. Currently, it’s carpeted and that’s all. We may have an indoor pool there at some point. It’s a real sun trap, having a complex roof arrangement that is, allegedly warm in the winter but cool in the summer. Anyway, leading to the centre of the room was a trail of clothing and in a heap right in the middle was Dani, on her back, legs spread wide, and Emily happily eating her out. My heart leaped both with pride and excitement. Every inch of me wanted to join in! How could I not? Yet it doesn’t automatically follow that I was invited…there is an unwritten etiquette about these things.
Dani saw me and reached a hand up towards me. I did that thing I seem to be able to do and merely took one pace forward, passing through the molecules of my dress and leaving it behind. I knelt beside her, and she pulled me to her in a panty-wetting kiss. Dani has lips (at both ends, it turns out) that simply beg to be kissed, and I simply flooded myself! That girl is a supremely good kisser! Meanwhile, as I knelt beside her, her hand found my crotch and began massaging me through my wet undies. (Even as I write this, I’m wetting up again at the mere memory!) She expertly wriggled a finger under the elastic and I felt her penetrate me.,the heel of her hand was on my clit and first one, then two fingers went up me.
“Do that thing?” Her words were somewhere between a whisper and spoken, and they carried with them a ton of desire and lust. What thing? All I wanted was to shed my wet panties and sit on her face. “Please” there was an urgency there now. I went to move but her head shook and her eyebrows met in frustration. Ooohhhh. I see. Well, I had just had a pee before I came home, but ok…I’ll try. In the end, it wasn’t much. Just enough to cause a few drips into her hand but it was enough for me to be able to watch her cum into Emily’s mouth.
Somehow, it seemed to me, seconds later, I was divested of my undies, and straddling Dani’s face. I came in seconds, or, so it seemed. The movement from one sex position to another felt fluid, seamless and unspoken, but then Dani was sitting over my face, her vulva wet from Emily’s ministrations. Emily was standing over us, her crotch level with Dani’s mouth. Dani leaned forward to suck Emily’s clit…something that I know firsthand my wife finds irresistible, and I had Dani’s hole mere centimetres from my mouth. I wanted….oh…I wanted everything! I wanted to tongue fuck her….I wanted to bum fuck her with my long tongue,..and I wanted her pee. Miss Brain short circuited and I couldn’t decide what I would hint at. I did know, that whatever happened, it would be up to her.
I started with sinking my tongue deep inside her vagina. I heard and felt her moan with pleasure and surprise. Meanwhile, Emily had transitioned into dominance role with a deep “Mmm…suck me, bitch” Although I couldn’t see, I knew Emily was standing, her feet slightly apart and knees bent a little, holding her labia apart and exposing her clit to Dani’s lips and tongue.
Meanwhile, my tongue fucking was producing large quantities of pure Dani into my mouth which I eagerly swallowed. I will never get over the fact that, although every girl tastes different, there’s a commonality to the scent and the taste. I now understand the phrase “The same, but different.” I decided to test the waters bu allowing myself to lick her perineum…moving slowly back until my tongue touched her bum hole. Dani paused in her ministrations to Emily just long enough to hiss “Oohh yessss.” Taking this as assent, I applied pressure and my tongue slipped up her bum. At the same time, I wrapped an arm around her legs and found her clit.
Emily finds this position irresistible, and evidently, so did Dani. Her pelvis tilted forward. Whether this was to get more pressure on her clit, to get my tongue deeper up her arsehole or both, I neither know nor care. I felt her bum hole widen and seem to freeze there. Then the contractions started. It wasn’t the only thing that started. Dani totally lost it and blessed me with her pee. God, I love that! To make a girl cum so hard that she totally loses it is the greatest of privileges. I heard the unmistakable sounds of Emily cumming as well.
Which left only me, I suppose. Another morphing of bodies, and Dani was over me in a classic 69. I parted my legs joyously as she went to work on my clit. Two fingers in my vagina and…hmmm was it one or two…fingers deep, and I mean deep, in my arse, and I came hard. One of my ‘earthquake cums’ that is a main event followed by aftershocks.
We lay together in a spent heap (on a very wet carpet) and I felt arms close around me from both sides. Lips touched mine and I tasted Emily on them. Dani began to kiss me, and wow….that girl can kiss. I rolled over to kiss my wife and tasted Dani on her lips. Then the two of them leaned over me to exchange a deeply passionate kiss.
Dani got up and walked naked to the door collecting her clothes as she went. We both felt a frisance of lust at watching her pert bum wiggle away from us, and I think we both knew this won’t be the last threesome with Dani. Something has changed in Dani. (Well, duh!) Like, and I loathe this analogy, a blocked pipe has suddenly been freed.
There are few things more erotic than watching your spouse having sex….well…I think so anyway. It inculcates in me a towering inferno of passionate desire. Evidently the same was true of Emily as well. The moment Dani had left the room, we fell on each other. Can rape be bilateral? We savaged each other on that floor! We made love/fucked/screwed/shagged, both simultaneously passionately and violently, yet with unspeakable tenderness running throughout. Maybe it’s something to do with ‘reclaiming’…’re-establishing’….something along those lines. Perhaps ‘rejoining’ is a better word. Honestly, I now know what the phrase ‘being fucked senseless’ means.
As I write this, I’ve discovered I’m now the proud possessor of love bites on my neck, something Emily has never done before, and something i’ve discovered, I love….oh….and on my inner thigh…oh, and my bum too. Well, there’s a thing! My entire vulva and vagina feel like they’ve been pounded by the entire Welsh rugby squad, including reserves, at the same time. I smell….no, wrong word….I reek of sex. It’s everywhere…on my face…on my fingers…..in my hair….(and yes, I do count the scent of pee as a sex scent, especially when it’s liberally doused with vagina.) I need a shower, where, I have no doubt, the steam will liberate that scent into the air, and I may have to play with myself….
…again.
(P.S. I’ve read this garbage through several times, and I know it’s not my best. I am finding it hard to find the right words and phrases, mainly, I think, because something monumental has happened. I’ve been desiring Dani for a long time, and the mere thought of a threesome with Emily and Dani has been masturbatory a fantasy for ages now. That it has now happened, well, I’m still processing it. So, again, sorry.)
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