“Fuck, Andi,” I said when I could breathe properly.
She chuckled as she said, “You can return the compliment later. It’s time for our sauna”
She stood up and pulled me up by my hands. “Bra off,” she said, spinning me around. “We go wearing nothing,” she said.
I did as I was told and put my dressing gown on. Picking up a large towel, we left for our sauna. Walking through the hotel wearing nothing under the gowns made me feel self-conscious. I kept thinking that people knew I had nothing on and my sister-in-law had just brought me to orgasm. At least the man who fucked me last night wouldn’t be there; he’d be playing golf.
We stayed in the sauna an hour, went to our rooms and dressed, then for lunch together.
“Does my brother know you’re a lesbian?” I asked Andi.
She nearly choked on her drink. “I’m not! I just love something other than a cock now and then. And yes, Pete knows. AND he’s joined in a few times.”
Now it was my turn to choke!
Shocked I said, “My little brother? In threesomes?”
“Oh yes. And he’s good. You’ve seen his cock. Never leaves a woman disappointed. After all, it was you who gave him a good first lesson about making a woman cum with his tongue. Haven’t you and my brother ever thought about threesomes?”
“No, not really. Until coming here, letting another woman, or me wanting to taste another woman, never entered my head. Two men and me? Different matter. I’ve thought about it, but never mentioned it to Dave. And it was years ago when I last saw Pete’s cock,” I laughed.
“What about now? YOU’VE fucked another man and he’s fucked another woman, and you both know about it.”
“I still don’t know. It’ll be different fucking someone in front of my husband.”
“Yeah,” Andi laughed. “Twice as much fun.”
We went back to our own rooms after lunch to relax and wait for the lads to return. It took me ages to fall asleep, threesome’s and my brother’s cock was still on my mind. It was as though I remembered every detail of that blowjob I gave Pete all those years ago. I thought about what Andi’s pussy will taste like and finally, a NEW thought, two cocks fucking me at the same time!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING TO ME?
Dave woke me when he came in. I looked at my phone and it was 3.30pm.
“Not much to tell about this evening,” he told me. “Formal dinner at 6 followed my music and dancing.”
I sat up and he was stood in front of me. He was only wearing joggers. My husband doesn’t possess golf clothing’. Taking either side of his joggers, I pulled them down to his knees, followed by his boxers. His cock was already semi hard. I lightly took hold of it and very slowly moved the skin backwards and forwards. I could feel it throb as blood started to flow into it and it began to grow. With my other hand, I held and squeezed his balls, bringing moans from him. I finally took him in my mouth and slid him in as far as I could, my tongue doing its own little dance around his shaft.
He placed his hand on my head, just resting it there. Since my first blowjob on my brother’s cock, I’d like to think I’ve perfected my art of sucking cock over the years with plenty of practice on Dave’s.
I’d take it out, push it against his stomach and run my tongue from tip, all the way down the underside until I could take his balls into my mouth and gently move them around with my tongue. Then it was back up the cock and circle and flick the tip with my tongue while I gently moved my hand up and down.
I used all the skills I had learnt over the years until Dave started moving backwards and forwards, fucking my mouth. As my head move faster, his thrusting became faster, harder. I tightened my grip around his cock until he finally moved my hand and took over with his own. I managed to keep the head in my mouth, sucking as the speed of his hand blurred. I heard him moan loud as I felt the first spurt of his juice into my mouth. At that point, I opened my mouth and put my head back, tongue out. At least four other hard spurts hit my face and head, some finding its way onto my tongue.
Finally, his moaning and spurting stopped. I could only open one of my eyes; the other was covered in sperm. My husband liked to cum over my face and watch as I used my fingers to wipe it into my mouth. By the time I had finished, I had swallowed a large amount.
Dave lifted my face by pressing under my chin. He reached down and kissed me before licking the rest of his sperm from me.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
I chuckled as I said, “It was quicker than you getting in the shower with me. I haven’t much time to get ready.”
“What about later?” he asked.
“You’ve plenty of time to recover so we can start our weekend sex marathon a day late.”
“Can’t wait,” he said, pulling his boxers and joggers up, putting his cock away.
Dave showered first; men don’t take long in the shower. He was nearly dressed when I came out. I dried my hair before getting dressed. Dave sat on the chair to watch me. When we first married and he used to watch, it made me feel self-conscious. But it wasn’t long before I realised we always had great sex later in the evening, so I put up with it.
I sat on the chair and put my legs into the green, lace knickers, then pulled them up. They felt really smooth around my lower stomach, hips and arse as I ran my hands over them.
Next, the hold-up stockings. They had the lines down the back, so once I had pulled them up, it took some bending forwards and turnings until they looked straight. I turned my back towards Dave and glanced around to ask him if they were straight. He had his cock out of his zip and was wanking while he watched me.
I threw a cushion at him and told him to put it away; I would need it later that tonight. He laughed at me and did as he was told. He said the stockings looked great.
I had to use Dave at this point. I put the ribbon collar around my neck and fastened it. Then I gave Dave the one for my waist. He stood behind and passed the ribbon around me. When it was fastened, he reached around making sure the buckle to fasten the chain was in the middle. I could feel how hard his cock was as it pressed against my arse. He stepped away and ran his hands over my arse, one finding its way between my legs.
“Give up,” I said with a smile. “Carry on like this and we won’t be able to sign the contract because we won’t make it to the dinner party.”
I put the matching lace bra on as he sighed and moved back to his seat. Making sure my boobs were comfortably held inside, I attached the chain at my neck, on my bra and also on my waist. When I’d finished, I turned to face my husband for his opinion.
“Wow,” he said, moving towards me.
I stopped him and pushed him away.
“Sod off,” I said. “I’ve still my makeup to do.”
The dining room was set out in tables seating eight people at each, four down each side, facing each other. I wondered whether the two men that fucked Andi and me last night, and the two women our husbands had fucked, were the four people at our table. The men would know, but we wouldn’t. I wouldn’t put it past this Consortium to do something like that.
We weren’t allowed to ask names, or personal information, just in case we located each other outside of the hotel. But the other couples were pleasant and good company during the meal. By 8pm, the meal was over and nearly all of us made for the music and dancing area. The lads went to the bar, while Andi and I found us a table. We hadn’t been there long when two men came and asked us to dance. Our husbands said it was fine, so we both got up.
Andi and I spent the next couple of hours up and down like yoyos on the dancefloor. I couldn’t blame them with Andi; blonde, curly hair to her waist, large green eyes and a low cut figure hugging mini dress. Her black strapless bra came just above her dress were meant to take your eyes towards her cleavage. It certainly did that.
I’m not sure about Andi, but every time I danced a slow number, my partners always grabbed my arse and pulled me close, pressing me on to their hard cocks. I had never felt as many hard cocks in such a short time in my life. I couldn’t wait to feel Dave’s inside me later.
I wasn’t sure if one of my partners was the man who fucked me last night, but he would know. None of them gave any indication that they had.
The four of us were sat in a corner at 10pm and Dave’s mobile beeped. He’d received a text. He read his and I saw a look of dread on his face.
“You’ve got to go back to the room and put the blindfold on again,” Dave said, trying not to look at me.
My brother’s phone beeped, too. He looked at Andi.
“You, too,” he said to her.
My heart started thump, thumping in my chest. I hadn’t expected, but secretly hoped, that it would happen again tonight.
Other phones around the room started beeping; more men reading the message out to their wives.
Trying to look upset, I said to Dave with as much anger in my voice as I could, “Well we’d better go and get fucked again, then.”
Their phone’s beeped again.
“What now?” I said. “Have they cancelled?”
Pete replied. “No. It’s the room numbers where we have to go.”
I stood up quickly and more or less shouted at them, “Well don’t let us keep you,” and dragging Andi with me, stormed over to the lifts.
Once in the lift, Andi said, “I didn’t think you’d be that upset after what you said this morning.”
“I’m not,” I replied with a smile on my face, “But I don’t want Dave to know I was hoping for this to happen.”
“Text me again when you’re finished, and I’ll text you back. Meet back at mine again.”
“Ok,” I said, “But I’ll probably have a shower first.”
“Not if he comes inside you,” Andi said, “If he does, I want to clean you out.” Without warning, she pulled me to her and kissed me hard, her tongue snaking around mine. I didn’t try to stop her and just responded. I’d kept my knickers so clean this evening, but now she was making them wet as I felt my juices flowing. I didn’t push her away this time as we squeezed each other’s boobs through our dresses.
Thankfully, we heard the lift announce we were at our floor. We walked to our rooms, holding hands. We kissed again as I left her at her door.
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