A literotic sexstories: Building a Dream: Part Five by Steveandjay ,
She looked up at me, clearly upset at her actions that she was now remembering clearly. “I fucked three guys yesterday. I can’t believe I did that. Why? Why did I do that?
Having had a shower, I looked at the time on the clock. Eleven thirty. Blimey, we had slept late. Fairly soon the housekeeping staff will be knocking on the door. I decided it was time to wake Jay.
I opened the curtains to let in the bright morning sun, looking over at Jay, asleep in bed as I did so. The light hit her closed eyes causing her to wake and squint as she looked towards the light source.
“Morning,” I said. “Sleep well?”
She turned on to her back and rubbing her eyes answered,
“I feel awful. Heads banging and I feel like I’ve been ravaged by a whole football team.”
“Not quite,” I said putting the kettle on. “Just three, not the whole team.”
Jay slowly sat up; her gorgeous breasts being exposed above the bed sheet. She rubbed her face, looked thoughtful and then clearly remembered what had happened the day before.
“Oh fuck,” she said. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she repeated as she climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom.
A short while later she was running a bath and came out to receive her much-needed coffee.
She sat on the bed, popped a couple of Alka Seltzer in a glass of water, downed it quickly as it fizzed then drank her coffee, not saying anything but looking deep in thought.
She looked up at me, clearly upset at her actions that she was now remembering clearly.
“I fucked three guys yesterday. I can’t believe I did that. Why? Why did I do that?
I turned the now filled bath off and sat back next to her.
“It was a mixture of alcohol, sexy talk with Manus and Sara and you wanting to act out a ‘slut fantasy.” I replied. “You just got carried away, that’s all. You certainly enjoyed yourself.”
“It shouldn’t have happened though,” she replied walking into the bathroom. “My behaviour was terrible. What must everyone think? I’m a housewife from High Wycombe, not some slut who spreads her legs at the drop of a hat.”
She got into the bath and lay soaking in the bubbles, not saying anything but looking thoughtful.
I sat on the bath next to her and rubbed her shoulders.
“Yes, you are a housewife from High Wycombe. But a very sexy one. So what if you took a guy’s virginity yesterday and then had a threesome. We’re in London and this is our week to unwind. If this is your way of unwinding, then so be it.”
She looked up at me and replied,
“But it shouldn’t be. We should be visiting the art galleries, museums, going to shows, eating out in nice restaurants. Not getting fucked by all and sundry. And what exactly do you get out of it? Do you enjoy watching your wife getting fucked and acting like a slut?”
“Well, according to Simon, I’m becoming a cuckold.” I said.
“A cuckold?” she asked.
“Yeah, someone who gets a kick out of watching their partner getting fucked by others.” I answered, slipping my hands down and over her breasts to caress them as I spoke.
“Do you remember the gloryhole video I showed you yesterday?” I asked.
Jay looked puzzled and answered, “I think so. Before Simon and Jim came to collect the fans. It’s what Sara told us about.”
I retrieved my phone from the bedroom and got the video up again. I played it and we both watched as the woman sucked cocks through the holes in the wall before backing herself up to receive the cock in her cunt. We watched silently for a few minutes before Jay asked,
“Why are you showing me this?”
“Well, according to the de***********ion, the person filming it is her husband. He gets a kick out of watching her being fucked. He’s a cuckold.”
“Oh,” she replied wide-eyed with realisation. “I get it. Do you get a thrill out of watching me getting fucked? Do you enjoy watching me kiss another man? Giving blow jobs? Getting fucked in my pussy and arse?”
I thought for a moment then replied,
“I think I do, no, I definitely do, but only if you’re into it. When you got gangbanged the other night, it was the first time I had ever seen you with another man, or rather men, and you enjoyed it and I mean really enjoyed it. Yesterday was completely out of the blue. You wanted to be naughty and you were, it just took a turn of directions that neither of us expected.”
“But we never had sex yesterday, did we?” she asked, running her hand on my leg and up to my hardening cock.
“Nope, we didn’t.” I answered.
She reached up and unbuttoned my flies and my cock fell out into her hand, hard and ready to go. Watching the gloryhole video must have had an effect on us both.
“Well, I think we should do something about that, as my way of apologising. Get undressed.”
I didn’t hesitate and was soon naked as she climbed out of the bath, bubbles sticking to her body as she stepped out
She dropped to her knees and started to lick my cock helmet, running her tongue up and down the back vein before taking me fully in, letting the length travel fully into her mouth. She gripped on to my hips before reaching under my balls and began to run a finger up and down my arse crack, edging it past my cheeks until it was edging my arsehole.
“Oh fuck,” I exclaimed as she probed and gently slip the tip in. It felt strangely good, the only other time I had anyone do that was Phil a few nights ago.
She sped up her sucking as she probed her finger deeper into my arse. Why she had decided to do this, I didn’t know and didn’t care. She was up to the knuckle and started moving it inside, hooking it around and around as I held her head and started to fuck her mouth. The sensation was amazing and for a brief moment, I suddenly understood how anal sex could be pleasurable for men. This felt fucking great.
To my disappointment, she removed her finger and took my cock from her mouth.
She stood up and we kissed, tongues probing each other’s mouth as I reached down and rubbed her now wet cunt as she readily parted her legs. I parted her pussy lips and, keeping my thumb on her clit, inserted a finger which slid in easily, followed by another. She started to groan and let out her familiar little yelps as I sped up my pace, rubbing her clit harder and harder. With one hand she was wanking me while the other as digging into my shoulders, holding on as she leant against the bath and spread her legs wider to allow me to insert another finger. I put my head down and bit one of her nipples. She grabbed my head and held it there, clamped, and unable to move, biting a little bit harder as she did so.
Her legs then started to shake and she started to breathe faster before squealing, and clinging on to me tight, started to cum. Her whole body shuddered and I felt a trickle of her ejaculate as it spurted out of her now very wide and very wet cunt.
She panted and held tight on to me, not letting go nor allowing me to remove my fingers. Her body became still and she slumped on to me and I held her tight. Occasional shudders went through her legs, the last vestments of her orgasm leaving her.
She pulled away from me and, bending over the bath, gripped her hands on to the far side of the bath, offering me an open view of her wide and dripping cunt.
“Fuck me,” she said.
I didn’t hesitate. I quite forcibly, shoved my cock into her and started pumping with a fast pace. I needed this and judging my Jays shouts of ‘FUCKING YES,’ I think she needed it too. I held on to her hips and pounded hard into her, my cock reaching in as far as it could go before I moved to her shoulders and started pulling her on to me with each stroke.
Jay squealed, yelled, and shouted, rather loudly as I fucked her. It felt good. As I fucked her I remembered everything that had happened the day before and pictured it all in my mind. The excitement was getting too much and I knew I would cum soon.
It was then that I heard movement behind me in the bedroom. I stopped fucking Jay and looked in the bathroom mirror. Stood in the bedroom holding on to some towels was a member of the housekeeping staff. She looked young, maybe late teens and was dressed in the unflattering uniform of skirt and blouse under the hotel branded housecoat, although she had left this open, possibly due to the heat. She was what I would call pretty. Long, dark hair tied in a ponytail and a face that only required the slightest hint of makeup, if at all. She was slim and I think that if she was dressed in her normal clothes would turn many heads. She was standing there watching, how long for I don’t know, but she had coughed at some point which had alerted her presence to me.
I hadn’t put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door and it being so late, she probably expected us to be out by now.
“Why have you stopped?” panted Jay, still gripping firmly to the edge of the bath
“We have company,” I replied.
Staying in our position, we both turned our heads and looked through the doorway at the girl who seemed unsure of what to do.
“Hi,” We both said in unison, not moving from our position
“Good morning,” the girl replied, looking a bit embarrassed but without moving. “I’m…I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ve come to do your room and I’ve got some fresh towels and toiletries.”
“Er…thanks,” I replied. “As you can see, we’re not quite ready for our room to be done just yet. We do need some fresh towels though. Thanks.”
I realised that as I said this I had very slowly started to continue fucking Jay. We were both looking around at the girl, my cock firmly planted in Jay and sliding slowly in and out, not wishing to stop and miss the moment.
“Could you leave them by the door please?” asked Jay smiling at the girl and I think trying to put her at ease. I know Jay said she wanted to be a bit more of an exhibitionist but I never imagined this.
The girl looked from me to Jay and seemed to hesitate, seeming unsure of whether to throw the towels at us and run or to actually move nearer. She was watching me slowly fucking Jay and didn’t immediately move. Eventually after a few seconds she answered,
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