Living a fantasy

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It was game night at our house. Every last Friday of the month, we invited our friends over a theme, have dinner and played a few games. Today, the theme was Agatha Christie. She’s one of my favourite author, and it has been a long time since I wanted to have a murder party at my house. Au programme? Petit fours, wine, cheese board… and a murder! Everything was ready to spend a wonderful party. My husband and I were in our bedroom getting dressed. I helped him with his red tie, and he took the opportunity to steal me a kiss. “I love that we are matching” he whispered on my lips. I was wearing a red cocktail dress, with a big slit on the side. With the heels, it showed off my curves more than I was used to. The way he looked at me made me feel so sexy. I bit my lips, mischief in my eyes and pushed him on the bed. He was now sat at the edge and I knelt before him. I lost no time unzipping his pants, our guests were soon arriving. Plus, the need I felt for him at that moment was so strong, I had to have him in my mouth quickly. I freed his cock, he was already hard for me. He was always so responsive to my hunger. I lick my lips and moaned before sucking him like a starved woman. There was no time for teasing right now. Even if I loved driving him wild by licking his tip for hours until he begged me for release, it was not the moment for that. I take him deep and fast, impatient to feel his hot cum on my tongue. He felt my impatience and answered to it by wrapping my hair around his fist, making me gag on his cock. He exploded in my throat when the bell rang announcing our first guest. I swallowed every drop he gave me and licked his now soft cock to make sure there was waste of cum. I got up and told him to go welcome our friends while I was making myself a beauty. My husband had a look at me and said I was the prettiest already. I knew he loved how ruined my make-up was, and if I was going downstairs like this, he would have worn a proud look on his face.

The murder party was a success, everyone played well their role. We all had fun, talked and laughed promising to do this again another time. Our friends were still here, I was wondering what I would be able to propose next month to surpass that evening. They eventually left to get back to their houses, except for one friend… David. Under the excuse to have played the victim, he stayed talking with us. I really bought this excuse until I was straddling him, kissing him under the eyes of my husband.

I don’t remember how we get there. Let’s say that it all started with a thought that crossed my mind a few weeks ago. My husband was out of town for work, and I was craving his touch so much. I wished I could call him and had him telling me all the things he was going to do to me once he would be home. We were often doing that when we were apart: there’s something really erotic to hear someone how bad they want you while you masturbate to their voice. However, that was not going to happen that night, my husband was having dinner with his boss, and I was too needy to wait. At first, I started touching myself with him in mind: him kissing me, teasing my nipples, going down on me, biting my thighs before plunging his tongue inside my warm cunt. My fingers were playing frenetically with my clit with the image of him eating me out. I was looking down like he was his, his gaze intense on me, growling that I was the best pussy he ever tasted. Usually, it was enough to make me cum, but not that night. I started going faster on my clit, desperate for a release. I laid my head on the pillow, sighing because I felt I was not having an orgasm tonight… but my brain had other plans. As I turned my head on the side in sign of defeat, I saw him in the armchair. Imagining him there, I kept masturbating as he was here to watch me. He wasn’t only telling me how pretty I looked, but he encouraged me to let it go. He said I had to accept the fact someone else was eating me out while he was simply watching the pleasure on my face. Of course, it was my imagination playing tricks on me, but I was so worked up to even think about what was happening. I came so hard and came again later with my thrusting dildo. For me, it was someone fucking me from behind while I was kissing my husband. To be honest, that night, I came more than I could admit. Every time, it was someone other than my husband, who was fucking me. It was something I’ve never experienced, and I was still thinking about it the next day. So, when my husband came home the following night, I told him everything. Not only the masturbation moment I had, but also how much I thought about it. He sat me on his lap, asking me to not be shy on the details as I grind on him. I came twice reliving my memory. After this day, we talked a lot about this and agreed we’ll find a way to make it happen.

Weeks went by thinking it was just going to be a fantasy I was never going to experience. What I didn’t know was that my husband was also thrilled by the idea. He opened up about this to his best friend, who appeared to be David, and one thing to another, I was now grinding on his lap.

While I was kissing David, my husband stood from behind us, started unzipping my dress and, sliding it down on my shoulders, he revealed my breasts. He wrapped his arms around me, cupping my tits inviting David to take them in his mouth. He didn’t have to be asked twice, he kissed my skin and sucked on my nipple. My husband lips met the other nipple making me feel so good. Tilting my head back, I got lost on the sensations. I felt so much pleasure, and we were only at the beginning.

We headed to the bedroom, my husband and I were holding hands, David following us, his hands on my hips. He whispered in my ear that he was impatient to have a firm grip on my hips while fucking me from behind. That made me moan on the spot. In the bedroom, David sat on the edge on the bed, where my husband was at the beginning. My husband and I were still at the door. Not that we had second thoughts, but I needed to take a moment to tell him how grateful I was to have married him. Seeing David at my husband’s place made me realise it was really going to happen. Thanks to my husband, I was going to live what I craved the last few weeks. David asked me to join him on the bed. I let go of my husband’s hand and started walking toward David. He stopped me right there and asked me to crawl. One look at my husband and I understood the idea made him hard. I lifted my dress to make it easier and started crawling towards David. My husband complimenting the way my ass looked while crawling. It’s a view he never gets to see when he’s the one I’m crawling to.

When I arrived at David’s feet, he asked me to free his cock because he wanted to know what my mouth could do. I started by licking his tip, pre-cum already coating my tongue. David said he was pleased that my husband chose him to satisfy my needs. He promised to be so good to me, to make my fantasy come true. He praised the way I took him in my mouth and said to my husband how lucky he was to have a wife like me. David wasn’t stingy on words, calling me a good cocksucker, a slut on her knees. My husband was behind me, leaving kisses along my spine. That added to the taste of David’s cock on my tongue made me want more. I stopped to take off my dress completely. I was now stood in frond of David with only my panties and heels on, my husband against my back kissing my neck then he turned me around to give me a passionate kiss while David was sliding off my panties. With an idea on my mind, I get rid of my husband’s shirt. I asked David for my underwear and ran the fabric against my husband’s face. He started licking the arousal off my panties, opening his mouth to let me shove them in his mouth. I kissed his lips and told him how handsome he looked like this.

“You know you can’t take them off now, right, my love?” He nodded and get a step back to take off his pants. I get on my knees, and sucked him with David’s hand massaging me my shoulders, kissing my neck, pinching my nipples. It took me only a few minutes to make my husband a whimpering mess. When I felt he was getting closer, I stopped. He whined and bucked his hips in the air.

“Tsk tsk, my love, don’t be so eager to cum. You already did, remember? Don’t you think it’s David’s turn now? Go sat on the bed for now, I will come back to you soon.” I removed the panties from his mouth and kissed his lips before he followed my command. I took my time to undress David looking at my husband’s eyes. Both naked, David threw me on the bed, my head between my husband’s legs. David spread my legs apart and gave my thighs kisses. When I felt his tongue parting my pussy lips, I dug my nails in my husband’s thighs. David worked his tongue on me, sucking on my clit while his fingers were thrusting inside me. My eyes were locked on my husband’s face. He was watching me, two of his fingers holding my chin to make sure I don’t break the contact. By doing that, he was making sure I wasn’t going to look down at David. I was living exactly what I described to my husband a few weeks ago. David was the one eating me out, but I had only eyes for my husband. David made me cum three times and not once I broke the eyes contact with my husband. Even when David withdrew his fingers from my pussy and make me suck on them, I was still looking at my husband. If I was always happily tasting myself on my husband’s cock, tasting my arousal on David’s fingers offered me a whole new experiment. He made me gag on his fingers and both him and my husband praised me for the way I looked.

“See, I told you, you were the prettiest with your make-up ruined” my husband said. I tried to answer, but it wasn’t an easy thing with David’s fingers still in my mouth. They both laugh at my attempt, then David finally let go of me only to turn me around and put me on all fours.

“I told you I was impatient to fuck you from behind.” He teased me with his cock, sliding it between my lips. “You’re so fucking wet. I’m going to ruin that pussy”. David pushed my head down my husband’cock and asked me to stay there while he was putting a condom on. I did what he asked without thinking about it and start licking my husband’s shaft and swallowing his balls into my mouth like I know he loves. I was so focused on pleasuring my husband, I didn’t felt David climb behind me. He slapped my ass so hard, I let go of my husband’s cock. I was ready to take him back, but David had other plans. With a firm grip on my hips, he kept me away from my husband.

“I heard you wanted him to watch, let’s put on a show for him.”

David slammed into me and started railing me with no mercy. I screamed from the pleasure I felt, my mouth opened, my tongue out. He was so rough, the bed was shaking. From the rhythm he imposed me, I was able to lick my husband’s tip from time to time. Eventually, I was going to have him begging for release.

To be continued…