Bodies pressed closer in. Hands roamed across Nicole’s body. Groans of lust filtered out through the masks. Breasts pressed against my back urged me forward, repetitively, harder, faster, into my wife as she too was drowning in the sensations.
Nicole’s strawberry blonde hair spread wildly across the dark material, her head rolling in ecstasy as we climbed in unison. So many hands on my wife. So much skin contact. Sounds of sex all around us. Tension rising in my cock, like a balloon inflating, stretching, about to burst. Intense. I couldn’t hold back, animalistic lust overpowering me as I fucked Nicole, our orgasms building inexorably. I exploded inside my shaking, shuddering wife, muscles spasming, as fireworks exploded inside my head.
A long drawn out “Aaaaaaaaah…” from Nicole. Mouths descended upon her.
Masks were being removed.
The initiation was over. The evening begun.
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I threw off my own mask, breathing heavily, and looked down at Nicole. She intermittently shuddered as aftershocks of pleasure rolled through her while the two men gently kissed her breasts and stroked their hands across her body. The brunette had produced a warm towel from somewhere and was caressing it across Nicole’s torso and between her legs refreshing her as I stepped back.
The murmuring hum of voices grew, mostly imperceptible but I picked up a few positive comments on our participation. The blonde guiding my wife had revealed herself to be Christina from earlier, I hadn’t recognized her under the mask, and she leaned in to me to say “Well, I think you both enjoyed that, no?” I nodded in affirmation, still breathless myself.
Glancing up, I saw sexual activities were spreading like a tide swelling around the hall, bodies coming together in expected and unexpected combinations; grunts and moans releasing like the rumble of small early waves lapping at the shore.
Nicole, rosy cheeked, décolleté flushed, was sitting up. Christina hugged her, their naked bodies pressed together, and said something inaudible; they shared a broad smile and Nicole looked mildly surprised in a pleasant way as Christina stayed close. Looking into my wife’s eyes she leaned forward and delicately nudged Nicole’s lips with hers; they both remained still, mouths just millimeters apart, eyes still wide. Christina cupped my wife’s face in her hands. As if synchronized the two women each moved a fraction forward, lips met, mouths opened, tongues entwined in a deep passionate kiss that seemed to go on for ever.
I felt a hand squeeze my returning erection; the brunette was still alongside me, her breasts pressed against my torso, I don’t know when I had put my arm around her but my hand grazed across her lower back and the crevice between her cheeks. In a moment of clarity I realized that Nicole and I were both close to edge she’d described a few weeks back when we’d discussed that e-mail.
As Christina and Nicole broke their kiss, my wife looked at me watching them and I saw her steal a glimpse at the brunette’s hand stroking my once more hard cock. “Like what you see?” She smiled.
“We can stop if you want to…” I offered my wife the get-out-of-jail-free card. She laughed, recognizing the joke connection back to the first time we had ever made love fumbling around on her living room sofa 27 years previously.
“I don’t want to stop.” Nicole replied, repeating her own words from way back on that night of our second date. I couldn’t help laughing but obviously the very next question would be what happens now; the answer came from Christina.
“Oh thank goodness for that!” She exclaimed to Nicole. “Because my husband desperately wants to fuck you.”
Christina waved over Rick, we’d met over drinks earlier, and he stepped over purposefully, his impressive and rapidly hardening manhood hanging between his legs. It wasn’t an enormity of pornographic dimensions but was bigger than average and with generous circumference. As Rick leaned in to kiss Nicole he took her hand and placed it on his large member rising like a tribute towards her; she gasped through the kiss.
Breaking away, but I noticed keeping her hand in place, Nicole turned to look into my eyes. “Are we crossing that line?”
“I guess so.” Asking my wife in reply. “You want to?”
She paused a fraction, then came the hot whisper. “Yesss.”
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Christina and Rick pounced on Nicole, hands roaming once more, mouths devouring hungrily, erotically; my wife almost overcome with the sudden burst of sensational pleasure sat down on the bench.
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I turned the brunette so we were face to face, pressing my hard excitement against her softness. She hadn’t spoken, I realized i didn’t even know her name. Unprotesting lips met, gave way, tongues wound around. The familiar taste of my wife’s slickness flooded my senses, my taste buds, it wasn’t long ago that the tongue now wrestling mine had savored Nicole’s wetness.
There was some sort of padded ottoman nearby, suddenly free of writhing bodies, a number of the people around us had paused their own activities and were watching Nicole, so I broke away from my new lover briefly to grab and pull it close.
The brunette took charge, turning me this time and pushed me to sit on the ottoman facing my wife. In one fluid movement she swiveled around to face Nicole herself, stepped over my legs with one each side and sat down impaling herself on me; I slid into her with ease.
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Christina’s mouth was once more locked to Nicole’s. Her hands caressed, squeezed and stroked my wife’s breasts pushing, guiding, Nicole backdown onto the bench. This pivoting action raised my wife’s hips once more, her legs automatically spreading as Rick stepped forward between them; with the fingers on his left hand he stroked Nicole’s slickness, my wife moaned through Christina’s ministrations each time Rick dipped inside her.
I stared at Rick’s right hand wrapped around a now majestic erection and he slowly stroked the length of smooth glossiness that would soon be inside my wife. He inched forward, his hips gently hustling Nicole’s legs further apart, she reflexly raised her knees, her heels tapped invitingly against Rick’s hips, another small shuffle forward and the tip of his cock rested against Nicole. My wife moaned loudly into Christina’s mouth then pushing her back gasped loudly. “I want to see…”
“You’re going to enjoy him.” Christina smiled and helped Nicole prop herself up on her elbows.
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The brunette raised up a few inches and slid back down, the sensations made me shudder. Sucking air deep into my lungs, I struggled to keep watching Nicole. I looked up at my wife’s face, nodded at her that his was all ok with me, inhaled another deep shuddering breath.
What happened next made my cock twitch so strongly that the brunette giggled and bounced up and down a few times; I would have exploded into her right there and then if this wasn’t already second time around.
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Rick eased himself up and down Nicole’s wetness, lubricating himself. She leaned further forward letting him know it was all ok. “Don’t tease…”
My wife let out a huge moan, her eyes rolled shut tight, her fists clenched in pleasure as Rick’s cock slowly slid into her pussy, inch by inch, second by second. Nicole gasped, she had been holding her breath. Christina chuckled an I-told-you-so sound. Nicole slumped back down needing to release the sensual tension in her body. Rick backed out as slowly as he had slid inside, then forward again. Another husky groan from Nicole. She squeezed Christina’s hands against her breasts. Rick hooked his arms under my wife’s knees supporting her legs, his hips slapped now against the back of her thighs.
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The extraordinarily erotic panorama in front of us left me thirsty for more and apart from wanting a better view of my wife I was also yearning to step up the intensity of my own situation. With my hands on her waist lifting her up the brunette looked back at me questioningly.
“I want to fuck you.” I told her. “I need to fuck you. Harder than this.”
She laughed enthusiastically. “Okayyy…” The word trailed off as we rearranged ourselves with the brunette kneeling on the ottoman on all fours and me standing behind her. I placed my legs between her feet and lined up, waiting.
As Rick slid forward in to my wife, I slid forward into the brunette-wth-no-name. He pulled back, I pulled back. “Ooo, nice idea!” The brunette approved.
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Nicole’s hand threaded through Christina’s hair holding the back of her head as their tongues intertwined once more. Taking my wife’s other hand Christina guided it between her legs pushing Nicole’s fingers into her slipperiness. They both moaned. Christina parted her feet a little. As Rick pushed into Nicole she thrust her fingers up in to his wife.
“Mmmhh…Tell me…when…uhh…he should…ohh…fuck…you.” Christina panted out to my wife.
“Now.” Nicole said. “He should fuck me now.”
Rick suddenly slammed into my wife, taking me by surprise, and I followed a second later burying myself deep inside my brunette friend. Nicole squealed and jerked her fingers back up into Christina who grunted at the pleasurable chain reaction. The brunette dropped her head to the cushioned seat “Oh wow!”
I wasn’t caught out the next time; I withdrew and then pounded forward again exactly in rhythm with Rick’s cadence. His skin slapping against Nicole’s, her moans, Christina gasping, the brunette’s rasping squeals as my hips clapped against her butt cheeks. All other noise seemed to fade away. Everything was the five of us.
Nicole wrapped her heels around Rick’s back urging him to fuck her faster, harder. Christina was ahead of them, shivering with enjoyment, sinking to her knees, releasing Nicole’s hand. Now I had a full uninterrupted view of my wife, her head back, eyes screwed, mouth open, pinching her own breasts, and the large cock pounding over and over into her.
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