Annabel's adventures

Kurt called Annabel on Tuesday. She was at work and had to dive out into the corridor to be able to talk to him. She said she hesitated to answer when she saw his name come up on her phone, but she didn’t want to be rude. When she actually spoke to him she said her heart started pumping hard again, just like when he started responding to her flirting at the vets’ surgery. He was very concerned that we were both ok after Saturday, especially her. She told him that we’d really really enjoyed it and were thinking about doing it again. He wanted to know if he’d be required and he told her that he’d loved fucking her and would love to do it again. We hadn’t finally decided what our next step would be when he called, but A told him that for now he’d have to be happy with the pics I’d sent him as a memory of the night and that she’d call him again if we wanted to meet up with him again. He said the pics were great and he’d happily wait for a while. She said he seemed pretty insistent about having another night with her!

One week on from Annabel’s first extramarital fuck, and it feels like our lives have changed quite significantly. In day-to-day life we’re like teenagers again. We can’t keep our hands off each other. We hold hands at odd times. We kiss impromptu anywhere and everywhere. And we exchange naughty glances, giggling, each knowing exactly what the other is thinking about. So far, the effect of last Saturday with Kurt has been unexpectedly fantastic.

We’ve already talked about how we’ll find A’s next lover, and she’s got a plan to track down an old flame from before we met.

Back in the late nineties Annabel lived in London with her then boyfriend, James. They’d been together for 7 years and things had settled down into a routine. Annabel was late twenties, keen to marry and have kids, and James wasn’t showing any signs of committing. In fact, he was showing stronger signs of wanting to play golf with his mates every weekend and summer evening than trying to impregnate Annabel! Their sex life was almost non-existent. Annabel still fancied James, but his libido was nothing compared with hers, and from time to time she’d been tempted to do something about it. In fact, on some of those occasions she did do something about it. She had three secret lovers during her time with James. I was the third, and she left him for me in 2000. The rest, as they say…

I’ve always had a bit of a thing about those two other blokes on the side who Annabel fucked before me. The first of them was a wired, super-fit undercover policeman with a smaller-than-average cock but who made up for it with supernatural stamina. He once fucked her five times in a night in James’s and her bed when James was off in Spain playing golf with his mates. She said he turned her on massively but she also found him scary because he was so intense. She says he used to look at her body like he was about to eat her. (I know how he felt though.) She says she still half expects him to pop up sometime somewhere in her life having used his access to police intelligence to track her down! So however fondly she remembers her sweaty marathon fuckfests with him she wouldn’t want him back.

Fling number two was a guy called Mike who worked for the same bank that Annabel worked for in the west end. She’s told me this story so many times since we met that I know it inside out now. She's decided she wants to find him and fuck again for reasons which will become obvious from the account below of their last (one and only) encounter.

They had their profession in common (chartered surveyors) but they rarely crossed paths at work. Annabel had heard on the office grapevine that Mike was notoriously well endowed. So well endowed that a girl in the office who’d fucked him described his cock to A as “circus-sized,” especially in girth. She was a big girl apparently and she’d found it hard to accommodate Mike. Annabel is small – 5 foot nothing – and can only take a long cock when she’d seriously aroused and been warmed up gently with a suitable dildo. She even struggles with my 7.5 inches unless she’s been gagging for it for ages! So she had a sort of morbid fascination with the idea of trying out such a monster cock, especially after hearing her colleague raving about the sensations it created for her.

Annabel made a point of chatting to Mike the next time she saw him at Friday night after work drinks. He didn’t often go so she had to wait a few weeks until she got her chance. He wasn’t an especially good looking guy but had a great sense of humour and a fantastically fit body. His girlfriend was a fitness instructor who worked a lot of evenings so he had plenty of chances for playing away from home. Annabel spent most of that Friday evening chatting with him, flirting, and trying to assess the real size of his famous packet through his chinos, although in a dark bar she says it wasn’t easy. So she knew she was going to have to get a bit closer.

They ended up going for a curry with a few others, then, full of booze, they looked for a cab to share back in the direction of Putney (where she lived) and Mortlake (where he did.)

Walking across Battersea Bridge at about 1am she stopped to look down the river. By this time they were both very aware of the sexual tension building between them. He stood behind her and pressed his package into the cleft of her gorgeous round bum. She reached behind her and slipped a hand down the front of his trousers. Through his pants she could feel his cock, semi-aroused, but very obviously bigger and thicker than anything she’d felt before. She spun round and they kissed. He asked her if she wanted it, she said yes. She had to get home because James was expecting her back, so they agreed to meet at Mike’s flat the following afternoon when James would be playing golf.

Following day Annabel couldn’t wait to get shot of James so that she could start getting ready. She’d decided to shave herself completely for him to make his entry and shafting of her as easy as possible. She says she was scared she’d cut herself whilst using one of James’s razors on her pussy (!) because she was shaking so much with excitement and anticipation of what was to come. It was summer so she wore a short skirt – something she wouldn’t normally wear, but she wanted to be able to whip off what she was wearing as quickly as possible in case their time together was limited.

She didn’t have far to drive from Putney to Mortlake. He’d written his address on the back of his business card for her and when she got there she was 20 minutes early. So she drove round the block three or four times to kill time before parking up outside his flat, still 15 minutes early! She called his mobile and watched through the window as he walked across his first floor living room to pick up his phone. She particularly remembers that he didn’t hurry.

He let her in, and she remembers three things about that moment. Firstly, that she was as nervous as she’d ever been about anything, secondly his knowing smirk, and thirdly the fact that he was now topless and wearing cycling shorts! He’d obviously been cycling, but hadn’t yet showered, and she says the sight was pretty impressive. She asked him if he’d deliberately worn those shorts to show off to her, and he said yes! He said he was going to shower and that she should wait for him in the living room. She’s convinced now that he’d planned the whole seduction process. She sat on the sofa, next to his discarded t-shirt, and tried to pretend that she wasn’t counting the minutes until he came back. She heard the shower which seemed to go on and on. She knew that her pussy was already sopping wet with anticipation, and she knew that she was bursting to see that cock that she’d felt the previous night.

When Mike came back he was in his dressing gown. He pulled the curtains, sat down on the sofa opposite Annabel and smiled that same knowing smile. They chatted for a while about the previous night’s drinking, exchanged opinions about a few colleagues, enjoyed a few meaningful staring silences. Then he asked her, “So, why are you here?” She replied with, “I thought you already knew that.” At which point he apparently opened his dressing gown and started playing with his semi-hard cock and said, “Is it this you want?” She remembers saying yes, but the word barely coming out of her mouth.

He got up, dropped his gown, pulled the coffee table out of the way and kneeled down in front of her, still stroking his cock which was now standing fully to attention. Annabel says she was gobsmacked by its size. It was uncut with a very pink end. His physique impressed her too, although he was hairier than she prefers. She was starting to hesitate because she knew that there was no way she would be able to take his full length, but she desperately wanted to feel his width inside her. He was in no mood for hanging around. He pulled her knickers down - she remembers the feeling of them peeling off her wet fanny – and lifted her skirt up around her waist with a comment about how thoughtful she’d been to wear a skirt. Then he moved forward and teased her with the head of his cock for a while before asking her if she wanted it all. She has admitted with some shame that she was absolutely begging him to fuck her by this point, which I’m sure is exactly what he wanted.

It's very late so I'm off to bed now. Will finish this tomorrow.

B

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With Kurt and Annabel's permission I wanted to post three really nice close-ups here of their first fuck on Saturday night but the site rules don't allow it, so please mail me with an e-mail address if you want to see them and I'll send them on.

B

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Best to read our full story so far before going any further, but basically my wife Annabel and I have gone from a decision about three weeks ago to get her fucked by another man, right through to a first experience on Saturday night which she and I described in posts here yesterday.

Long story short, we're still just buzzing from what happened and the amazing feelings, sights and sounds the experienced unleashed for us.

The one aspect that's now playing on our minds is the unprotected bit. We'd planned that she'd insist on Kurt using a condom, but the first of their two fucks on Saturday night they were just moving too fast and were too fired up with lust to even stop and think about it, and the second one Annabel says she couldn't see the point having already received the first injection from Kurt earlier in the night.

Point is, as her husband have I been brave and generous or reckless and foolhardy to let her have unprotected sex with a relative stranger? We were very comfortable that Kurt was "clean", and the whole idea of Annabel's pussy receiving another man's cum was always a big part of the fantasy before it became reality, and condoms are guaranteed passion killers, but... but...

What do people out there think?

Cheers
B

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Reading what Annabel has written is incredibly arousing. I had to stop once in the middle of reading it!  If you haven't already, you should first read Annabel's account of her first extra-marital fuck here. Or read the full story of our progress to last night's big event here.

She has really been on a high since we got up, and we fucked again tonight just after we got home from the hotel. So it seems that Kurt has hit the spot in lots of ways.

For me the whole experience of yesterday and last night was challenging but indescribably exciting and fulfilling. It was very strange being on my own in the afternoon while Annabel got her first chance to be with Kurt with hardly any clothes on. I knew that they couldn’t be doing much more than chatting together in the spa, but there was always that frisson of fear that things might get out of hand in a dark corner!

By the time she came back to get ready for dinner I’d fantasized myself into a fucking frenzy and that fuck before dinner was a cracker.

Dinner was surreal, with lots of small talk about jobs, families, South Africa etc… when we all knew what was coming later, and yet we didn’t even mention sex! It was mainly me and Kurt doing the chatting, and at that point, whilst this intelligent, funny, articulate guy was being a normal intelligent, funny, articulate guy it was hard to imagine him fucking my wife!

One of the most exciting bits for me was waiting for them to come out of the bath after dinner. I could hear the occasional muffled voice, and again I was a bit worried that they might get carried away before I was able to watch. Seeing Kurt carry A to the bed was incredibly horny. His body puts mine to shame and you have to remember that the first time I saw his cock it was fully hard and rubbing A’s gorgeous arse as he carried her across the room. That was a big moment for me.

I’m not sure where to start describing my reaction to their amazing sex, other than to say that it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. The whole time I was torn between watching the beautiful expressions of lust, desire and pleasure on A’s face and whatever K was doing to her at the time.

A’s mentioned the rules we had set for this first encounter. I must admit that I’d always been sceptical about how realistic it was to try to limit natural urges in the midst of such an intense experience, but I was still hit by a wave of jealousy when I saw A kiss K so passionately, not long after he’d come up from her pussy. But she just hadn’t even hesitated, and in fact their kissing from that point onwards added so much to my own enjoyment of their time together. And that was after she’d eaten his cock with a passion that made my hair stand on end! Here was the woman who’s always quite piously told me that she considered blow jobs the height of intimacy and that she’d never sprayed them around (scuse the pun.) But again, I so enjoyed watching that, probably because I knew that she was only doing it because she was aroused way beyond inhibition. And that, after all, was exactly what I’d always hoped she’d get out of fucking another man.

But the big moment was – obviously – the moment his cock first slid into her pussy. I can’t begin to describe how I felt at that moment. I don’t know whether Annabel had told Kurt that my great fantasy image of that momentous first penetration was to watch from their feet as she slides down onto a big uncut cock from above, but that was exactly what I found myself watching them move towards. I caught myself holding my breath when I knew it was about to happen, as A rubbed her wet fanny backwards and forwards along his shaft. She does that to me to tease me before the big act when she’s on top. I have to admit that for a moment I had an overwhelming urge to stop them right then so as not to unleash the inevitable emotions, but I didn’t. And when Kurt rammed his hips upwards and I saw his thick shaft disappear in one go, I felt a massive rush of all the most powerful hormones in my body. So much so that I let out an involuntary cry and felt my bottom lip wobble. I can’t explain it, but the emotion was that strong. I felt so happy for Annabel, especially when I heard the noises that she was starting to make, because I imagined that Kurt’s amazingly-shaped cock could only be making her feel amazing new things. I won’t recount my emotions at every stage of the fucking which Annabel’s already described. (I did help her piece together the full routine with the benefit of my different view!) But the remaining high points were watching Annabel’s heels holding tightly onto K’s bum as he pounded her in missionary, seeing A’s wonderful big boobs squeezed against the bed under Kurt’s weight when he was doing her from behind and on top, and the whole thing of him cumming inside her. That certainly rivalled his initial penetration moment. Especially since Kurt gave me the opportunity to choose the position for the big moment. What a gent! I got a nice close pic of him inside her at this point as a memento. Look at all her juices all over them both!

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I’ve seen what Annabel’s written about her fuck with Kurt in the middle of the night, but I think she misread my face when I woke up to see her riding Kurt again. In that position they were giving me such an awesome view of his shaft stroking in and out of her that what she saw was a man waking from deep sleep to see his wife being fucked by another man! It was a bit of disorientation, but I was soon back in the swing of things. I think what sticks in my mind from that session was the delicacy with which she fondled his balls while he came in her again. These were the sort of moments which give me the strongest emotions because they represent those times when lust is giving way to something altogether more subtle. I looked at her face at that moment and recognised the look she gives when I’ve just come in her – deep pleasure and savouring of the significance of the sharing of body fluids. 

Their simultaneous orgasm had a similar effect on me as the first penetration and Annabel squeezed my hand as tightly as she ever has at that moment, which had a very deep effect on me. With the animal shouting they were both doing I almost had the urge to save her from what he was doing inside her!

Ah yes – the third rule. Frankly, by the time he came in her the first time, I desperately wanted to see him shoot inside her pussy and then to see his cum pour out again as the undeniable evidence of her big adventure. I know how much that last vital moment in a fuck means to Annabel. We know we’ve taken a risk, but – and this is something I never thought I’d hear myself saying – it was a risk totally worth taking.

Big question is, what happens next.

We'll write again once we've had a chance to think about that. Since we left the hotel late this morning we've been holding hands and hugging like teenagers at every opportunity. There's a new spark between us, and I think that's what we both hoped would happen. Not heard from Kurt today, and I think if he's the gent we think he is he'll stay away until we decide if we want to see him again. Visits to the vet will be very interesting for Annabel from now on!

B

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Annabel here. Ben wants to give my side of the story first. Basically, I’ve done it, and I loved it! And so did Ben, and so did Kurt! Don’t know where to start really.

We got to the hotel at 3.30ish yesterday and went to our room and just stared at each other grinning and giggling. Kurt rang my phone a few minutes later. He was in his room. He and I agreed to meet at the spa for a massage at 4. That was a bit weird because we met up and were immediately split up again for separate massages! Anyway, we both had a great time and it did the job. By the end I felt sooooo relaxed! The indoor pools there are amazing and the air is really warm. Kurt and I had a quick swim first. That was weird too because it was the first time we’d seen each other with hardly any clothes on. He managed to drop his robe and get in the pool before I’d had a chance to check him out, but it was obvious that he’s fit and muscular. Hardly any body hair either which I prefer.

He was looking back at me as I walked over to the pool and I felt so self-conscious. I jumped in as delicately as I could and swam over to him. He immediately “accidentally” brushed my thigh with his foot as he was treading water so I swam away a bit. Didn’t want him to go too fast. He told me my boobs looked great. I was wearing a one piece black swim suit. Not the most sexy, but I didn’t want to attract attention or get him going too soon. He didn’t need the encouragement!!

We spent a really nice hour and a half swimming, going in the giant Jacuzzi, chilling on sunbeds. He had a fantastic body. Bulkier than Ben’s with big pecs but not totally ripped with the whole six-pack thing. I hate that look! We wore robes when we weren’t swimming and he did a damn good job of keeping my eyes off his package! I was beginning to wonder if he had something to be embarrassed about. That wasn’t a good thought. Size matters to me!!! He tried to hold my hand but I was nervous about being seen. It was bad enough being with another man without touching! We talked a lot about his job and South Africa. I didn’t want to tell him too much about me and Ben and everything. Sort of a need to protect our lives a bit.

Can’t believe I’m writing all this stuff! I want to get to the good bits!

After the spa I went back to the room and updated Ben who was horny as hell and insisted on fucking me straight away. So I had to have a bath before dinner to make sure I was clean for whatever happened later!

Got to skip dinner! It was lovely, but we were all preoccupied. Ben can write about it later! Anyway, we all got on fine, but no-one wanted coffees! We went to the bar for liqueurs, and it was odd because we’d run out of things to talk about. So we went to our rooms. Idea was that Kurt would give us 15 mins to get ready and then join us.

In the room I decided I wanted to greet him in the bath. So I got in the bath while Ben waited in the bedroom for Kurt to arrive. Next I knew Kurt came into the bathroom just in trousers and shirt and stood there. Ben was behind him at the door, looking like he didn’t know if he should be there. Kurt undressed in silence, staring at me with a really naughty smile on his face. He got right down to his calvins and just stood there. He was already obviously halfway hard and the shape and size of his packet was looking good. We all knew I was staring at it. I glanced at Ben. He looked scared! Kurt pulled them down and I saw what I was going to get. My fanny got a bloodrush. I wanted to get out of the bath. 15 mins wait in the water was going to be torture! Ben quietly shut the door and Kurt climbed in the bath, facing me. Not a word had been spoken since he came in, but then he said, how are you?! I thought, you cocky bugger! I just said, ready for you to fuck me. Our bath lasted 5 mins or so. He sucked my toes, which I just LOVE. I let my feet brush his big ball sack a couple of times. He leaned forward and ran his fingertips around the edges of my nipples while I shut my eyes. It was almost like Ben had briefed him on my favourite things! By the time we got out he was fully hard. I’ve never seen a cock like his. Uncut, hooray!!!, about the same length as Ben’s, but tapered at each end sort of like a cigar. So it was thickest in the middle, v thick, and just generally big, like his hands!

We dried each other off, not very well, and he picked me up! Ben hasn’t done that for year cos of his bad back. It felt nice, specially with his cock rubbing against my bum as he walked to the bedroom. I know I was breathing very heavily and my heart was pounding like at the vet’s surgery, and I couldn’t take my eyes from Kurt’s. He was staring into mine with an intensity that was a bit scary but incredibly arousing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ben sitting on the sofa, which he’d turned to face the bed, naked, and with his own lovely cock standing to attention. There were just a couple of few low lights on and candles by the bed. Kurt laid me down on the bed and stood there staring at me. I had to touch my fanny to see if it was as wet as it felt. Unbelievable feeling. It felt super-aroused, more than I’d ever felt it in my life. When I touched my clitty my whole body jerked involuntarily. Kurt smiled at that. I couldn’t see Ben. Kurt leaned forward, grabbed my knees and pulled me towards the edge of the bed, then he knelt between my knees and gently started nuzzling my fanny. He was being so gentle that I leaned forward, put my hands behind his head and pulled his face into my crotch in desperation. I so wanted him to be a bit more assertive. Leaning forward I saw the look on Ben’s face which was a mix of shock, fascination and desperate arousal. We didn’t smile, there wasn’t time.

I was really too aroused and Kurt could obviously tell how close I was to cumming because he came up for air and stared into my eyes again. I looked down at him and found time to smile. He smiled back and his face glistened with my juices. I said, fuck me now. He didn’t react immediately. I think he thought it was too soon. But he did climb up on the bed and lay down next to me with his magnificent cock twitching.

This is where things went crazy. Ben and I had set out three rules for this day. 1. No kissing. (Ben’s rule) 2. No blow job (my rule) 3. Condom essential (the rule we agreed on!) Kurt had been told the rules too.

Kurt lay there on the bed and I broke my own rule. I’ve always kept blow jobs for the most special and intimate times and just Ben and two other guys in my life have had the pleasure from me. Lying there next to Kurt with THAT cock twitching at me, I just had to suck it. He knew it too which must have been why he didn’t go straight for a fuck. As I leaned towards his cock he rolled onto his back, grabbed my hips and lifted me over him so that he could put his hyperactive tongue back in my fanny! I hadn’t sucked an uncut cock for about 15 years, and I’d forgotten how much more interesting it is in your mouth! Because his cock is so thick in the middle I couldn’t go too far down but he started moaning into my fanny straight away and I know I was moaning on his cock. Ben was wanking at this point, I could just see a fast moving arm out the corner of my eye!

Kurt lifted me off his face and cock and gently rolled me onto my side. Then he turned me round again so that he could lie beside me and suck my nipples. With this I was absolutely beside myself and for the first time I can remember I came just with nipple sucking. It was quite noisy, according to Ben. Kurt looked a bit embarrassed. It was at this point that I broke Ben’s rule. I felt so sorry for Kurt. He looked like he’d made a mistake. So I leaned towards his face and kissed him. He didn’t resist at all and came back at me really hard, his mouth tasting of my fanny. It was mad, desperate kissing like I haven’t done since I first kissed Ben. In fact, sorry Ben, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a kiss like that. Next thing, Kurt had rolled onto his back and lifted me up astride him in one movement without breaking the kiss, and I felt his gorgeous cock against my fanny for the first time. His hips were bucking but I pressed down on his flattened cock to settle him and just slid backwards and forwards on it for a magical few moments, before he dropped his hips and pushed his cock into me in one desperate stroke. We groaned into each other’s mouths and then he started humping me like his life depended on it. Rule number three broken, but to be honest it didn’t even cross my mind. At first his length felt a bit stretching but not for long. It was his girth that did it for me though. I was just totally focused on the feeling. He slowed to a stop after that first frantic fuck with his cock fully buried in me. I lay my head on his shoulder and he started talking really quietly in my ear. He asked me how it felt, did it feel big, was it bigger than Ben’s. You can guess the answers! Then he said, I’m going to make you feel something new. First he locked his fingers with mine and squeezed my hands tightly. He started to pull out of me really slowly, until his cock had my fanny lips round its widest part, then he stopped. That felt amazingly full and warm. Then he slowly pushed back in and I felt my fanny lips relax around the narrower base of his cock. He did this ever so slowly over and over again for ages, all the time asking me if it felt better than fucking Ben. The answer was always yes. This is where I start to feel awful about it, because Ben had come closer to the bed and I knew he could hear, but in that quiet period of slow strokes I could hear him stroking himself like crazy until he came.

Kurt rolled me over onto my back in one roll without pulling out, and I could feel a sort of suction in my fanny like it was holding on to his cock. Ben and I can never pull of that move without him falling out! On my back I could see Ben again and he moved to the end of the bed to get a better view of the missionary position! So I helped out by lifting my legs and folding them behind Kurt’s lovely muscly bum. He started pumping me again, very slowly at first, and grinding his hips round and round. He might be 10 years younger than me, but he certainly has technique! We were kissing deeply again, tongues exploring each other, while he ground my clitty and massaged my deep insides with that amazing cock, which had been hard for an unfeasibly long time. Condoms had still not occurred to me at this point, and Ben hadn’t said anything, and looking back now it would have been soooooooooo wrong to skin up! I was pulling his bum with my heels on each instroke. Then he started a little sex ballet moving me through his favourite fucking positions to give himself (and Ben sometimes!) a good view of his cock in my fanny. He started by passing my right leg up and over so that he was entering me from the side. I was on my left side, he lay on top of my straight left leg and with my right leg bent right up he banged me with a big smile. I do this one with Ben but he can never bang me that hard. I think Kurt’s cock had asked a lot of my fanny and it was happy to oblige! He slowed down for a while, long, gentle strokes. This was a lovely time because I could see Kurt’s gorgeous smile and a bit of his cock as it moved in and out, he had a great view of me and my fanny, and Ben came over to get a closer look too. It was a sort of gentle interlude between the hard stuff! Next Kurt turned me fully onto my front and lay on top of me whilst sliding into me from behind. I love this position. Ben and I have had some memorable fucks in it. I could tell that Kurt was starting to get a bit highly strung like he was getting ready to come, and this was the first time I thought about a condom, but the thought passed when he pulled me up into full doggy for a few long, deep strokes. Something about that position intensified the weird and wonderful feeling of his tapering cock and I started to feel an orgasm approaching faster than I wanted. I pulled away from him and turned round to look at his cock again. It was near vertical and twitching very fast. How do you want to cum in me, I asked. Ben can choose, he said. Ben hadn’t said a word since Kurt carried me out of the bathroom. Astride him, he said. He sounded very certain.

Kurt lay on his back again, feet towards where Ben was sitting, and I looked at Ben. We smiled and he came over and kissed me on the forehead. I turned and lifted my leg over Kurt and hovered just over his cock again. He looked really desperate and his cock was twitching like mad. Ben came alongside the bed and held my hand. I lowered onto Kurt’s cock for the last time and we went into a sort of deep, grinding, rotating fuck. I could feel his cock really deep in me reaching all the right places and I leaned forward to crush my clitty on him. We were building up and building up and building up and… We came together, shouting our pleasure in a way that I’ve never heard before. It was definitely the most intense and exciting sex I’ve ever had.

It all went very quiet for a long while. I lay on top of Kurt and he stroked my back very gently. I really didn’t have the energy to move. Ben was silent too, still squeezing my hand. I opened my eyes to see him beaming at me. Kurt was still stroking me. Two men adoring me simultaneously, that was a very special moment.

After a long time I lifted off Kurt with Ben watching my fanny. We all laughed as his cock unplugged a huge gush of cum which poured all over Kurt’s balls and the bedclothes. We hadn’t planned what happened next, but I pushed Kurt over to the left of the vast bed, I lay in the middle, and I got Ben to get in on the other side of me. Then we lay there in silence, each of them holding one of my hands, and we fell asleep together.

I woke up a few hours later and found both of them on their sides with their backs to me. Thanks guys! I looked at the clock. 3.15am. I was horny as hell again with everything that I’d done with Kurt rushing through my head. I had to decide whether I could fuck him again without waking Ben up first to ask him. Fuck it, I thought. I might never see this guy’s cock again. I spooned up behind Kurt’s back and reached over to feel for his amazing willy. It was fast asleep, like him, so I started gently stroking it. It didn’t take much to wake both him and his cock! He turned his head back towards me and smiled but stayed still so that I could enjoy moving his foreskin back and forth over the slim head of his cock. He said he wanted to fuck me again while Ben was asleep. Another thing to be ashamed of, but this really excited me. We were both thinking the same way! I said OK, and he rolled towards me and rolled me over so that I was facing Ben. His cock was really hard and pressing on my back. I had that nervous but excited feeling in my stomach again. Ben was asleep on his back with no covers on him. The room had been really hot since we arrived. He moved and sighed as we both rolled over so we froze for a moment. Then Kurt lifted my top leg at the knee and I reached down between my legs to help him get inside me again. It did feel weird touching a cock that felt so different from Ben’s. I pointed his cock at my hole and Kurt teased me by dipping his end head in and out of my pussy a few times until I said “please” and he dived all the way in again. It really felt thick again which amazed me after our earlier session. I had my eyes closed and was concentrating hard to try and stay quiet while he pumped me again. He was going too hard for a silent fuck and the squelching noises from between us sounded incredibly loud in the silent room! I opened my eyes when Kurt giggled and I saw Ben looking at us. It was a bad moment because Ben looked pissed off at first and I felt awful, but Kurt kept on pounding. Ben turned on his side and watched and I shut my eyes because I didn’t want to see him looking hurt. When I opened them again he looked fine and was staring between my legs to watch what Kurt was doing to me. I could tell from Kurt’s speed that this was going to be a much quicker fuck so I started playing with my clit to make myself cum, but I was too late and before I knew it Kurt had stopped humping me and was pushing his cock hard into me like his life depended on it, so hard that my head got shoved up into the pillows. I reached down and held his balls as he squirted into me again, and he squeezed me tight with his arms around my chest.

As Kurt lay there recovering from his second cum in me of the night, Ben looked at me and pointed from his very stiff cock to my pussy which was still full of Kurt. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted him now too. I gently eased off Kurt’s cock and turned over to face him. We kissed for the last time whilst I held his softening cock and he played with my very wet pussy. I asked him to go back to his room. He looked a bit disappointed, because I think he probably thought we’d go on all night, but he went to the bathroom, collected his clothes and left dressed in a hotel robe. As he went he just said see you soon.

As soon as he’d gone Ben climbed on top of me and was into my fanny like a shot. I can’t ever remember him being so stiff, and he felt so different from Kurt’s cock. He moved as slowly as he could and I could feel his whole body quivering like he was fighting to hold himself back. We kissed really tenderly and I could tell he was trying to wait until I came but he couldn’t help himself and before long he exploded with a moan that sounded painful! After a while he rolled off me and I rolled over to lie hard up against his side, hugging him really tightly. The emotions were so mixed. I felt elation, deep satisfaction and excitement, but I also felt guilt and shock at the significance of what we had done. I also felt anticipation about whether we might ever do it again! Finally, I have to admit to feeling a bit of regret at letting Kurt go when I did.

We slept soundly this morning until way after the 7am start we usually have with the kids. We had breakfast in our room pretty much in silence, although it was a happy silence with lots of smiles and giggles.

Around 9am I asked Ben if he minded if I rang Kurt. He said OK, so I dialled the number but got no response. I’m not sure what I would have said. I told Ben and he said he’d like it if we didn’t make any plans to see or talk to Kurt straight away. We’d never discussed what might happen after the first time.

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