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Two weeks after our first experience with Per he visited us again. This is the story
of the time up to his visit - and that wonderful night.
MY WIFE LISA - SECOND TIME.(MMF cons.)
by Spiller.
For more than a week after that glorious night with Per my wife Lisa was like
a cat on a hot tin roof. I definitely didn't have to remind her that she was not
supposed to wear panties or pantyhose and that her arse was supposed to be
freely accessible to me. On Monday she was an hour and a half late coming home,
and when her car stopped in the driveway I heard her call my name. When I got out
there I had to help her carry a number of parcels into the house, and she herself
carried a couple of big plastic bags with other items.
- My, where have YOU been?
- You just wait till we get inside. I've been shopping, and I can't wait to show
you !
- Looks like it's been an expensive day, I said. None of these parcels look like
cheap bargains.
- You are dead right, they are not. And I think this week is going to cost us a
handsome amount - but I promise you you'll have no reason to complain!
In the kitchen the first thing she did was to place a small wooden crate and
two bottles of champagne in the fridge. Then she turned round, kissed me
passionately and smiled to me:
- I'm going to have a shower. Will you please make a few pieces of toast
while I'm there, and then we'll have a small party on oysters, caviar and champagne
- and I promise you an erotic modelling show to go with the food.
- I can see from the gleam in your eyes, that I'd be stupid to complain.
- You bet !
She kissed me again and suddenly she was gone. From the bedroom down
the hall I could hear her humming bits and pieces of old evergreens, and then the
sound of the shower overpowered her voice.
I got the toaster running and set the table at the same time. I heard the
shower stop, her steps in the hall, and little noises and her humming from the
bedroom.
- You can take out the small crate, the champagne and the tin of caviar now.
I'll be with you in a jiffy.
Suddenly she stood there, stark naked, in the doorway, her hands on the
doorframe and one hip higher than the other as she had bent a knee slightly and
put that leg forward. God, she was beautiful !
- Like what you see? she smiled.
- You are so beautiful and sexy, I said.
- I'm sure the neighbours will think so too if you don't turn the Venezian
blinds down right now, she laughed.
We sat down at the table. I turned off the light when I had lit the candles in
the 4 candelabras I had fetched from our livingroom. I opened the champagne and
the tin of caviar (must have been a fortune) while Lisa opened the wooden crate
with the oysters. That meal turned out to be the best of my lifetime - and not only
because of the luxury food.
- I'm happy you still think I'm beautiful, she smiled to me. But apart from the
incredible sexiness of having supper with you stark naked, you haven't seen half of
how sexy I can bee tonight.
She was teasing me something rude while we ate. - Oh, dear, seems like I
spilled some oysterjuice on my left tit. Will you please lick it off? As I rose to do so I
started taking off my jacket, but she stopped me. - No, no. I feel even more naked
when you are all dressed up, dear. Don't take any clothes off. I'll do that presently.
And a little later: - My, oh my. I think I have a few drops of champagne on my thigh.
Do you want it?
We enjoyed the meal for over half an hour, and I for sure enjoyed to see my
wife behave with such abandon. Never in our marriage had she done anything
remotely like this - and I loved it.
- Well, my dear. Are you ready for a lingerie show? Then get me the blue
parcel over there.
What followed now can only be described as a lewd and provocative show by
my small wife. All in all she had bought about 10 outfits. And every time she
changed, she made a big fuss out of spreading her legs to put on stockings, asking
me to fit garterbelts or to snap and unsnap flimsy bras. A few panties were in there
as well, but she made an effort to tell me, that they were only for `office-use' or
other out of the house activities. Every time she had put on a set she'd comment on
it:
- This, I think, emphasizes my cunt, don't you? I love the way the straps are
wide and the stockings go up high on my thighs so you cannot avoid to
concentrate on my little, naughty cunt.
Or: - I love the way my nipples are shown off in this bra. For another one she
said: - This blue set I shall wear all day on Saturday, and then I'm going to fuck you
silly when we get to bed.
By now my cock was raring to go. I simply had to open my zipper and pull
out my cock for fear it should break in my trousers. And by now Lisa had reached
her `piece de resistance'. - Please hand me that red parcel. This one is for a special
occasion. Again she started out naked, and this time she first pulled out a pair of
stockings - black, ultrathin and with a snake pattern woven into them, so the
snake's tail started on her ankle and the head ended right under the reinforced lace
on the tops, with the snake-head on the inside of her thighs. Rather vulgar. Then
she took out a kind of corset. Very light, very thin and with very wide straps - 4 of
them on each leg - to hold the stockings.
She backed up to me and asked me to tighten the silkribbons which would tighten
up the corset. They cut into her waist and pushed down on her arse and up on her
breasts. It looked as if her arse grew an inch or two - and when she turned round I
could see her pert beautiful tits through the thinnest bra-material I ever saw. The
black, red and blue colours once again emphasized her trimmed, black cunt.
- God, you look like a whore, I exclaimed.
- That was the idea, she panted. I'm going to wear this one the first time I'm
going to fuck Per again. Obviously she was highly aroused by now. - - And
you are not going to see me in this set until the night he returns here to fuck me.
- You really look forward to that, don't you?
- Oh, yes I do.
- And you feel sure it's going to happen?
- Now, don't you pull out ! You promised, remember?
- W-e-e-l-l, yes, I said teasing her a little.
-Oh, please. Don't relent. I'll be so good and hot to you. I'll do anything you
want - and then some, she said.
- Well, then get out of that corset right now and put on the blue set with the
embroidered little cocks on. And I want to feel your cunt right now, before you
change.
Eagerly she came round to my chair. When she was standing in front of me
with her legs slightly spread I could smell her cunt already, and when I put my hand
between her thighs she felt hot, dripping and very much alive. She stuck her hand
into my open trousers and grabbed my long, hard cock. Quickly I stuck a finger up
into her wet cunt and at the same time rubbed her clit with my thumb. Lisa's knees
buckled under her and she withdrew.
- God, I'm so horny. I need your cock in my arse right now. Let me go.
She backed out, grabbed the blue set of stockings, garterbelt and bra and left
the kitchen. On the way out of the door she turned round. - Just leave it all here. I
want you in the bedroom in two minutes. With a lewd smile she slapped her own
arse and was gone.
For the next couple of minutes I sat on the kitchen chair as if a hurricane had
just blown me into the next century, and all the flimsy silk and nylon on the table
and chairs were evidence of my changed life. I have to admit, that a tinge of
jealousy was mixed into the joy of my wife's new-found sexdrive. But I could not
very well complain, as I was the one who initiated it all, could I? I decided then and
there, that I'd play along with her, that I'd actually push her farther in that direction
and then just enjoy having a true whore for a wife. I promised myself that I'd keep
my cock stiff and well fucked for the next couple of weeks before I invited Per for an
encore.
- Are you coming, love? Lisa was shouting from the bedroom.
- Yes I am, if you are wet and horny enough.
- You bet I am.
When I entered the bedroom she was lying on our bed, hands behind her
head, one leg bent at the knee, and her naked cunt on display. She looked ravishing
with her black hair on the white pillow, and the blue silk bringing out her
lightbrown sun-tanned skincolour.
- Come, lie down on the bed. I want to undress you myself, she said.
I pushed off my shoes and did as she wanted. With a lot of touches, kisses,
sucking on nipples and my cockhead Lisa managed to spend nearly 15 minutes
undressing me. For every time I touched her cunt, tits or arsehole during this she
was getting more and more wet, and had more and more difficulty concentrating on
getting me naked. Finally my shorts were off, and just as she was straddling me to
feed my raring cock into her cunt, I had a devilish idea.
I lifted her off me and got up.
- What's wrong, dear?
- Nothing, love. But I might as well turn this room into a whore's room. From
the wall I took down the large picture frame with an enormous print from Venice. It
only took me a minute to take the glass off and remove the print.
- Come. Give me that corset you are going to wear for your next fuck on Per's
fat cock.
I could see in her eyes, that she had got the idea. She fetched the corset and
stockings from her top drawer, and I laid them out on the white hardboard surface
and quickly replaced the glass, snapped the little locks back in place, and a minute
later that black, red and blue corset was the decoration hanging on the wall over
our bed. All the while I must have been a ridiculous sight working on the picture
stark naked and with my long cock swinging and rocking, but all the time pointing
straight into the air.
- Oh, you deliciously naughty man, Lisa panted. I'm crazy for that stiff cock in
my arse right now, and I need so much to come !
She pushed me down on my back, straddled me again, and with shaking
hands she placed the tip of my cock at her arsehole and then slowly lowered
herself until my whole cock was buried in her and she was grinding her smooth
arse against my hairs.
- YES, she cried. Oh, my God it's good. I am getting good at taking it, am I
not? I wish I had let you fuck me there years ago. It's so wicked and horny.
She started fucking me. Raising herself slowly and then slamming her lithe
body down on me. She raised her eyes to look at the pictureframe hanging over my
head, and then she brought down her right hand and began to masturbate. She
spread out her slender thighs to display her dripping cunt to my eyes, frigging
herself furiously. It did not need much guessing what was going on in her mind,
`cause her eyes were staring wildly at the corset on the wall, and in a minute she
started screaming.
- I'M COMING. I'M COMING. Aarrghhhh. Your cock is like a pole of fire in my
arse. Hell, it's wonderful to be a whore. She was humping and twisting on my cock
while she masturbated far into her orgasm. With a yell and a deep sigh she
collapsed on my chest and buried her face at my shoulder. The wild contractions of
her arsehole, and later the little manipulations she always enjoyed while coming
down from her high, nearly brought me off, but I held back with all my might, doing
silly algebra and thinking of work in the garden. I managed to stay stiff, and then I
pulled out of her.
- I'm going to the bathroom to wash my cock before I take possession of your
cunt, I gasped.
- No, love. Please let me do it. She jumped out of bed, and a minute later she
was back with a bowl of lukewarm water, a washrag and a towel. With tenderness
and loving care she bathed my cock far beyond the demands of cleanliness. She
dried it off and proceeded to kiss and suck it.
- If you don't stop I'm going to come in your mouth, and I don't want to do
that.
- Why not?
- Because your cunt is so much more wet and horny and pleasant to my
cock.
- OK, love. But let me take care of you.
She straddled me again, but this time she placed her cunt right in front of my
cock. Instead of feeding it into her cunt she started masturbating me.
Her small hand moved slowly and softly up and down. In between she would scoop
out some juice from her cunt to make her hands even more slippery.
- How does it feel suddenly to have a whore in your bed? Do you like to see
my open cunt? She never even waited to hear if I had something to say. She was all
on a trip of her own. - Can you see it's snapping for air? It's snapping for cock. It's
burning inside for you and Per to fill me up and quench the fires.
I was getting close, and my cock started twisting.
- Now, you tell me just the second you start spurting that white sperm. Not
too early and definitely not too late, hear me?
- It's only a few seconds.
- Great. She raised her arse from my thighs, bent her head down and placed
the tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt. Still she was masturbating me and
mewing like a little kitten.
- MMmmm. I can feel it's on its way. Come, you horny bastard. Ready to fill
me up?
- Oh, God, NOW, I yelled.
My sperm started its journey up through my cock, and at the same time Lisa
lowered her soaking cunt down on it and buried it to the hilt. The sensations were
indescribable. Right from being masturbated in the air to be engulfed by a hot,
dripping, silken cunt ! And I was pumping 9-10 spurts of sperm up into her. My
whole body was shaking and Lisa extracted another two or three spurts when she
took my nipples between her fingers and squeezed them.
- My, was that great, I sighed. But you didn't come this time!
- I don't care. This was great for me too. And I have plenty of orgasms
coming my way, I tell you.
She manipulated my cock for a little while. Then she leaned over me, letting
her black sweet-smelling hair make a little cave round our faces. She kissed my
mouth and eyes and whispered: - My love, I want you to relax and fall asleep with
your cock in my cunt. I want the last thing you remember of this wonderful evening
to be your cock getting smaller and smaller in my wet cunt while you fall asleep.
Her arms went round my shoulders. She pressed her small, lovely tits into my
chest, and she started humming little bits of meaningless tunes into my ear. I don't
know how she did it, and I don't care, but it was almost hypnotic the way she made
me fall asleep with my cock still buried in her cunt, and I was fast asleep before it
wilted completely and fell out of her without me knowing it.
That Monday night was pretty much representative for the rest of that week.
Lisa seemed insatiable. She was horny morn, noon and night, and she wanted my
tongue and my cock all the time. And never in her life had she worn such luscious
underwear, emphasising her sex. By Saturday her arsehole was well worn and she
derived lots of lust and orgasms from it, all the time saying how she deplored
having deprived me access up till now. And all week she did not mention Per one
single time, but the way she would often stare at the corset in the pictureframe
above our bed while her eyes glazed over with lust, told me that she was dreaming
of it very often.
SUNDAY.
Sunday I took her out for dinner in our neighbouring town and had her flash
her naked cunt to a number of different men - in the restaurant and in the bar we
visited later. On our drive home at about 9 o'clock she was wet and restless. In the
bedroom I made her undress except for underwear, and then I tied her hands to our
headrest. And a little later I blindfolded her with a black silk-handkerchief, which I
had dipped in her juices first, so the snip hanging down to her nose had a distinct
smell of horny cunt.
I laid down beside her, pressing my stiff cock against her thigh, and without
any preliminaries I started massaging her clit, while I licked and bit her nipples till
they were standing out like little pieces of rubber.
- And now, my dear, horny wife, I whispered into her right ear, all this is
really about you wanting to feel Per's cock again, isn't it?
- Why do you ask?
- Because I want you to come out and say it to me in so many lewd words.
Her cunt almost spurted out juice as I brought up the subject. She was
drawing in her breath between clenched teeth, and she was humping her cunt
against my hand.
- Yes. Yes. I want to fuck Per and you again. Oh, damn. I'm almost coming,
saying so.
- Say it again, then. What is it you want?
- I want to fuck that fat cock of his while you watch me.
- What does it do to you? I want to hear you tell it all, you little, horny slut.
- It stretches my cunt. It feels so different from your cock, and it makes me
fell whorish and depraved to have my cunt filled with another man's sperm.
With these words she let out a loud yell, and her whole body was shaking
and thrashing around while she was coming very violently. I continued
masturbating her, only not pressing very hard on her clit for a little while.
- You know, if you are going to experience it again it won't do for you to get
tired or too relaxed just because that fucking cunt of yours has come off.
- No. I know that. And I'm all horny again already. I can go on, I promise you.
Oh, God, I'm dripping again. Will you please do one thing for me right now?
- Depends.
- Lick my clitoris while you bury a couple of fingers in me.
She lifted her knees and spread her thighs so her cunt and arse were on
display. And I was only too happy to oblige. A hell of a lot of juice was flowing
down her crack, wetting her arsehole and ending up on the mattress, which was
spotted and slippery. Her cunt and arsehole clamped down on my fingers, and she
got nearly uncontrollably horny. She was whimpering and moaning. I pulled out my
fingers, pressed down her legs and held them in a firm grip with my own legs. I
shall never stop loving that feeling of stockings rubbing against my own legs.
Then I reached out and took the cellphone from the bedside table. I pulled
down her blindfold and handed her the phone. The minute she had taken it I started
masturbating her clit again.
- OK, you whore. Call him and see if you can entice him to come and fuck you
on Friday night.
- I can't do that. You should call him and make the arrangements.
- Oh, no, little bitch. You want the fuck of your life, so you can call him and
ask him. But remember our agreement: This is going to be the second and last time.
- All right, I'll call him, but you'll have to stop frigging me! Or I'll come when I
hear his voice.
- I'll stop when I want to.
I held my hand still for a moment while I gave her Per's number. With shaking
hands she pressed the number and waited. The moment I saw a little smile appear
on her face I started slowly circling her clitoris again. And this is what I heard her
say:
Hi, Per. This is Lisa.
Yes, that Lisa. Remember, we had a night-cap two weeks ago?
Mmm. I think so too.
Oh, you have? I've been thinking of you, too.
Yes, and I'm thinking of you right now.
Where? Well, I'm in bed, and John is right here beside me.
Yes, he is. And he has asked me to call you. He is doing some naughty things
to me while we talk.
I'm sure he wants to do it again. And that is why I call you.
No. Not right now.
Well, we thought you might like to come for supper next Friday, if you are
free then.
Yes, you naughty man.
Yes, yes I want to, too.
Oh, my God, John. Stop that finger, or I can't go through with this. Would
you like to come.
WHAT? Do I want to.... Yes, I want to fuck you, you hunk.
Yes, my cunt is dripping for it now.
You can't be serious.
All right. John, he wants you to make me come while he listens on the phone
- and then he'll come on Friday.
I felt like my cock was going to explode, and Lisa was making the mattress all
wet, her cunt was virtually flowing. Then she started moaning:
- Oh, I can't help it. God it's wonderful. I'm tinkling all over. I want your fat,
wonderful cock to split me again. OH, NO. I'M COMING. YES. YEEES.
O-O-O-H-H-H-H-H-A-A-A-A-A-W-A-A-H-H-H- and then she was screaming out her
orgasm at the top of her voice. Faster than I thought possible I rolled on top of her
and slid my aching cock into that slippery cunt. She was shaking from cramps
again as another orgasm was yelled down into the phone.
Oh, my God, Per. That was a nasty thing to make me do.
Yes, OF COURSE it was wonderful. Couldn't you hear?
Yes. Yes at 7 o'clock.
Yes again. But I have to tell you, that it will be Friday, and then never again,
OK?
Because I don't want to endanger my marriage. I just want a horny fuck, and I
was so comfortable with you.
OK. It's a deal. Friday at seven then.
Bye, bye.
She dropped the phone and looked up into my eyes.
- God, I'm nearly fucked out. But it was so wonderful, darling.
- Mmm. And your cunt is deliciously dripping now.
- No wonder.
- Why?
- Do you have to make me tell you all the time? I'm crazy for a chance to fuck
you and Per again. I'm all alive inside. And now I want you to pull it off in my cunt.
- What kind of a cunt is it?
- It's a horny, dripping whore's cunt. It's your cunt.
I told her to stretch out her legs and squeeze her cunt round my cock. The
juice was squelching round my cock, and I could feel she was moving her pelvis to
reach the angle, where the tip of my cock would push on her cervix every time.
Soon I was getting more and more heated.
- That's great, little whore. Your cunt is so wet that I should feel nothing if
you spread your legs now.
- I'll make you feel, you bastard. Untie my hands !
- Why?
- Just do it. For your own sake !
Sure her imagination must have been working 24 hours a day during the last
week. Again she surprised me with a `first'. The minute I had untied her hands she
reached down my body and grabbed my arse. She pulled my cheeks apart, and
suddenly I felt her press one finger deep into my arsehole.
- It's just as good for you, isn't it, she growled. Give me that load of sperm to
make me come.
She was wriggling her finger in my arse, and her cunt started a series of
contractions. I definitely could hold out no longer. I started fucking her something
furious.
- Do it, you fucking pimp, she said with her hoarse voice. - Give it to me. You
pervert, you love to watch your wife getting fucked, don't you? Does it feel good in
your arse?
She started screaming again, and while she went through yet another long
and strenuous orgasm I exploded deep in her cunt. I felt her body relax beneath me.
And again those wonderful little spasms brought her all the way down while my
cock enjoyed it to the fullest. Her finger in my arse now hardly moved, only tiny
little jerks to match what her cunt was doing. It was like a long, long echo of a
perfect consert.
- Phew, you wonderful man, she whispered.
- You're not half bad yourself, I kissed into her ear. - And I love you
immensely.
- Me too, she mumbled.
She put her hands on my chest and pushed a little.
- Please, get that heavy corpse off my tired, little misused body.
- Ha, ha. Misused, abused. Ha, ha.
- Ha, ha yourself. I feel wonderfully used, and I can't even imagine, that
tomorrow I may be just as horny again.
- I sure love your new `image'.
- I'm happy to say that it is not only an image. I think this change is for good.
At least I hope so.
- So do I, my love. But let's go to sleep now. There's work tomorrow.
- Yes, and some tidying up in the kitchen, as far as I remember.
- Sleep tight.
- Mmmm. Sweet dreams.
And off we went into each other's arms and those of Morpheus.
FRIDAY.
I have to admit, that most of Friday I was a little bit nervous about what was
going to happen. I didn't see Per until the lunch-break. He brought his plate to my
table and sat down.
- You know, John, you can still cancel our date for tonight. I shouldn't even
blame you for it.
- No, Per. You know as well as I do, that Lisa is crazy for it, but I have to
admit I'm a bit nervous.
- THAT I don't blame you. But I promise you I shall try to be sensitive about it,
and all you have to do is shake your head `no'.
- I don't think I'll need that, but I'll remember it, and thank you. There is only
one thing I know you should be a little careful about.
- And that is?
- When at some time I have come, don't fuck her like crazy immediately after.
- Sure no. I know that feeling. You know, my ex and I tried this a few times,
and one guy destroyed everything by doing just that. When I wasn't very horny
right after a `come' it was easy to get jealous.
- OK. But then I'll look forward to see you at seven, and we'll let Lisa run the
show, eh?
- Sure, John. See you.
When I got home Lisa was there already. Her nerves were on edge too, and
she was a bit hectic.
- Hi, love. I took off a couple of hours to get some supper ready and have a
nice soak in the bathtub.
- Yes, I see that. What have you got for dinner?
- Something light. A nice salad, some slices of smoked reindeer and a
sweetened white bread from Sweden. And then just some fruit. Could you do with a
cup of coffee?
- Sure. Would be nice.
We were both more or less avoiding the topic of the evening, though it was
only two hours away. Lisa poured us two cups of coffee and we sat down at the
kitchen table. She looked at me with her beautiful green eyes full of love. I almost
melted when I saw them.
- You know, love. I think you are the kindest and most courageous man in the
world to carry this through for me.
- Well, I hope it is going to be for me too.
- I shall do everything I can to make it wonderful to you, too.
- I know you will.
- But, darling, these two weeks have shown me, what I should never have
believed: That I can get so horny as to lose control of myself. IF you think I get too
horny, will you please stop me? You just have to grab my arm and say `honey,
that's enough'.
- I shall, dear. But let's not get all that serious. We are going to have fun and
joy and you are going to come a hell of a lot of times !
- Don't say that !
I got up to fill my cup again and then I said:
- Why don't we take our cups to the bathroom. We'll help each other get
ready. And I want to trim that lucious little cunt just the way I like it.
- Oh, yes. What a perfect idea. BUT NO FUCKING. Remember? Promise? I
want us both to be fit for fight at seven.
We spent nearly an hour and a half in the bath- and the bedroom. At half past
six we were in the kitchen again, me in a white shirt and white slacks, while Lisa
donned a clinging light blue silken dress which buttoned all the way from cut-out to
hem. And of course the old print of Venice had returned to it's usual place over our
bed.
We had just laid the diningroom table and prepared supper when the doorbell
rang at 7.02.
The usual `hello's, you look great, nice to be here again etc. - and then we
had a couple of drinks in the living-room before we sat down to have our meal in
the dining-room.
The atmosphere was pleasant, and as we downed a few glasses of wine with
the reindeer it also became more and more erotic. Lisa was radiant and the candles
glimmered in her green eyes. Mozart was playing in the background, but when we
finished eating close to nine, Lisa changed the CDs to some soft evergreens and
middle of the road music.
We took the wine into the livingroom, and on the way I stretched out my hand
to Lisa: - Come, dear, let's dance.
She was clinging to me, pressing her lovely body against mine, and when
she danced with Per later she did the same to him. They finished dancing with a
VERY close embrace and some hot, hot kisses. I got out of my chair and went up
behind Lisa. I reached round her and started unbuttoning her dress while she was
kissing Per. When I got down to her waist Per went down on his knees and
continued the unbuttoning all the way down.
Lisa pulled the dress over her shoulders and shook them so the dress fell of
her into a little heap on the floor.
- My God you look fantastic in that underwear, Per exclaimed.
- Mmm. I think so too, and I bought it just for you.
Per leaned in to plant a hot kiss on her cunt, and Lisa bent her knees and
spread them to give him easier access.
- Off with your clothes, gentlemen. I want you naked now.
That was done in a minute, and like last time we sat down in the sofa with
Lisa in the middle.
Again she placed her legs on the low table in front of the sofa and slid down
so her cunt and thighs were comfortably accessible to us. She reached down and
grabbed our cocks, and a shiver went through her when she held one in each hand.
- Oh, it's lovely, she sighed. - Feel my cunt, John, I think you'll love it.
And I did ! She had already made her stocking tops wet, and her cuntlips
were all swollen and tender. It was electric to feel Per's hand on its way, and slowly
I moved mine away to caress her belly and tits while Per began to explore her hole.
She squeezed or cocks when his fingers reached her cunt, and then she let go of
them, placed her arms behind us and turned to kiss me fiercely.
- Oh, it's lovely. And wicked. Please kiss me while I let Per frig me off.
And that's what we did. Lisa was out of this world, and she had been waiting
so eagerly for this moment, that she came off in a minute or two, screaming yet
again. She had become very vocal these last weeks.
- That was lovely, you two delicious lovers.
She got up from the sofa, just to fall on her knees in front of Per. She
stretched out her hands to take hold of his cock. She stared lovingly at it and
caressed it with both hands at the same time, sheltering it as if it was a candle.
- Oh, you should know how I have longed for this one. You know Per, it is
every bit as fat as I remember it.
She turned her head and looked at me. - Will you please lick up my juices,
John? I don't want to ruin those expensive stockings so early in the evening, and
I'm virtually seeping right now. She smiled sweetly at me as if she had just asked
me to wipe off some spilled coffee from the table !
Of course I knelt behind her and started cleaning off the top of her thighs.
And my, was she right. She was wet and glistening, and even though I licked her
crack clean she just moaned, and a new batch of juice came seeping out of her. I
could not see what she was doing, but I guessed it, and a little later she reached
back and grabbed my hair. - Come up here, you horny man, and watch me suck on
this magnificent cock.
She pulled my head down real close, and then she put the head of Per's cock
into her mouth again. She moved her mouth up and around it really slow, and it
was evident, that she was enjoying herself. She let saliva seep out around the fat
cockhead, only to move her head down and catch it again, and then going all the
way up to his blueish cockhead again. Per really looked as if he had landed in the
seventh heaven, moaning and sometimes pushing his cock upwards towards her
mouth, only to have her withdraw.
- Please diddle my clit while I do this. Really you enjoy watching it, don't
you? I think it's because he is circumsised that he enjoys this more than you do.
I turned round a little and reached down to `diddle her clit' as she had asked.
Suddenly she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a `plop' and turned to kiss me.
And back to the cock for a few seconds, and then again a kiss. The little bitch must
have known that I could feel a faint taste of cock on her lips, and she started to rub
her cunt back and forth on my hand while she continued switching from Per's cock
to my mouth.
- Stop, she gasped to me. Take your hand away.
Surprised I looked at her.
She got up from her kneeling position and then she pulled Per's legs till his
arse was out on the edge of the sofa. She swung one leg over his and for a moment
she stood with shaking thighs and her back to Per, her cunt just above the bulbous
head of his cock. A small drop of the bitch's juice fell from her lips and landed in
his curly hair.
- Oh, for heaven's sake, I'll enjoy this. Hold his cock for me, you pervert.
Don't you want to guide it into me?
- Yes, of course I do. I took hold of Per's cock, and a shiver went through
me.
- Oh, my God, this is wild, she panted. Her thighs began to tremble as she let
her muscles go and slowly speared herself, sinking all the way down in one slow
movement. I watched as her inner lips were drawn into her cunt with the fat cock
she impaled herself on. Her cunt stretched to acommodate the cock, and the pink
hood of her clitoris was pulled back to let the pearly little pea out in the open.
- Oh, my God, I'm finally doing it again. It's wonderful. Hurry up, and lick my
clit like last time. I'm going to explode in a few seconds.
She was humping wildly. Small movements up and down, but furiously fast
as if she was having a fit. I could hardly catch her clit, but at last I just stuck out my
tongue and she found it herself and kept her clit glued to it.
Per had reach round her and was pinching her nipples, and I grabbed her
hips in an attempt to hold her. I had to give up.
- John, I think I'm in heaven, she wailed. It's burning and tickling all over. IM
BEGINNING TO COME. OH. MY CUNT IS GETTING SO-O-O BIG. oH, HOW IT IS
STRETCHING ME.
I watched in awe as her bellymuscles began to contract and her thighs were
closing and opening quickly and slamming against my cheeks. Again she started
yelling. She pushed me away, raised herself till Per's cock nearly fell out of her and
then slammed down on him. Up again and slam down. She was screaming all the
time and obviously comming for more than a minute. The last few times she
slammed down hard her cunt let out burping and sloshing sounds. All the time Per
had pumped her full of sperm without me noticing, not until it started to seep out of
Lisa and fall to rest like a foam on his hairy balls.
With her eyes tightly closed, her breath heavy and fast, and sweat and juice
running down her thighs she came to a halt, resting her arse heavily on his belly,
and displaying her cunt to me. She opened her eyes and looked so naughtily into
mine while she too my hand and put it on her belly. - This is what you like so much,
isn't it? I could feel her small contractions.
- Yes it is.
- Well, sad for you and good for me it's another cock enjoying it right now.
She had fire in her eyes saying this.
- Do you want to make me real horny again fast? She was panting already
again. What was coming up must be something she had dreamed up during the last
two weeks.
- Yes I do. Yes.
- OK. Let's se if you are as much of a pervert as your little wife is.
She lifted herself off Per's cock and just let him lie in the sofa as a piece of
used equipment. Then she pushed me back on the floor till I was lying flat out on
my back. I was expecting her to mount me and not at all what she had in mind. She
straddled me all right but she quickly moved up my body until her knees were on
each side of my head, and her fucked and stretched cunt was dripping juice and
sperm on my chin.
- Do you dare to empty your whore's cunt with your mouth? Can you see
what his cock has done to it? I can't, but I sure can feel it. Oh, please, make me a
true pervert, John. I'll love you forever and be horny forever if you suck me out
now. Do you dare?
She didn't even wait for an answer, she just lowered her cunt till it rested
against my mouth and then she started rubbing it back an forth. When I opened my
mouth and stuck out my tongue into her stretched vagina she let out a sharp yell.
She reached down with both hands, and even though it was absolutely
unnessesary she pulled her cuntlips further apart, and I could feel her put up a
pressure as if she was on the toilet. That made juice and sperm flow into my mouth
instead of just seeping.
- Oh, my God, I'm a whore. SAY I'M A WHORE ! I'm crazy for you, you know?.
I'm really feeding you with the result of my whoring. She growled again, and when
she came she pumped the last drops out of her cunt and collapsed across my head
so she nearly strangled me. She was whimpering and humping her cunt up and
down on my face, and she made me wet from my eyes to my chin. At last I simply
had to push her off if I wanted some air.
I sat up on the floor. Lisa opened her eyes and looked at me. - Oh, you poor
thing, she smiled. You have still got that lovely long and thin cock at attention. I
think I'll have to fuck you too, haven't I? Oh, John. I think I have already come 5
times. It must be your turn now.
- Yes, I think so, you little slut. I put my hand round my cock and moved it up
and down a few times.
- OH, NO. Stop that. What a waste that would be.
Lisa got up, only to sit down on the edge of the small coffee table. She
looked from me to Per, who had opened his eyes agan and sat up in the sofa. She
looked back at me and smiled, spreading her legs a little to show off her cunt for
the 50th time.
- That was a hot show, Per suddenly said. His first words for quite some time.
- Whatever happened to you two people the last two weeks?
- I think that depends on which of us will attempt an explanation, I said.
- Do you really need an explanation, Lisa asked?
- Well, I don't NEED one, but in a way I'm a little part of this, right? And a bit
curiousity might be allowed.
- I think she has been the most randy, exciting woman in our whole marriage,
I said.
- And I have been so horny thinking of what we did a fortnight ago, that my
cunt and my brain has been working in overdrive all the time.
- You can say that, I added.
- I'm happy if I have contributed to such a wonderful thing, Per said.
- Just don't you relax, Lisa laughed. John and I have experimented, and John
has been the most wonderful and patient teacher.
- In which way?
- You'll see in a little while. When I can get your cock up and going again I
want Johns cock in my arse and your's in my cunt. Oh, my. Just listen to me. I'd
never have said anything like it two weeks ago, and now I'm dripping not only to
say it but actually to do it ! !
- And how are you going to do it then?
- We'll go to the bedroom.
- Is the bed better than the sofa?
- No, not really. But I want to wake up some mornings and just dream of what
we did in that bed, so I can be really wild when I wake up John for a fuck. Oh, no.
I'm making myself blush again.
- All right, you horny little beauty. Let's see how reformed you are. Spread
your thighs and masturbate for me, he said. And then I'll show you how I
masturbate my cock into a stiff pole.
Per grabbed his cock with his right hand, and his eyes widened (as well as
mine) when we watched Lisa push her cunt forward to the edge of the table, and
then spread her cunt with one hand and start diddling her clit with the other.
- Do you like to watch this, she smiled?
- Sure, you look good. Do you like to watch me?
- I definately do. It's exciting to watch your cock grow and at the same time
look forward to feel it in my cunt again.
- What was it you wanted me to do, he asked?
- I'll show you.
She lifted her arse, and a minute later she had stuffet two fingers in her cunt
and two in her arse, while she still diddled her clit with her left hand.
- This is what I want ! This is what I've been fucking John for 20 times the last
two weeks, plus all the times I've brought myself off dreaming about it. AND I WANT
IT NOW, RIGHT NOW, you two studs.
She stood up again and stretched out two hands to us. She dragged me up
from the floor and pulled Per off the sofa. Then she dragged us towards the
bedroom door.
- Hey, wait a second, I said. We're here to service you, you cunt, but then you
could show appreciation by mixing us a couple of your Bloody Marys.
- I'll make it three. You two go to the bedroom, and I'll bring them.
Per and I left for the bedroom, and a couple of minutes later we could hear
her coming towards the door, glasses ringling and she was humming a tune.
- She sure has changed, said Per.
- I can hardly recognize her, I answered. She'd never have said or done the
things she has the last two weeks. You sure made her horny.
- No, I think its more because some secret fantasies of hers were brought out
in the open. Don't you?
- Yes, you have a point there.
When she entered the door we noticed that she had pushed the
shoulderstraps down and pulled off the thin material of the bra. She went up to the
bed where we were sitting. Then she dipped each nipple in two of the glasses and
said: - Do the gentlemen care for a taste before you drink? And of course we
sucked each our nipple, and Lisa enjoyed it.
She sat down between us and politely offered us the Bloody Marys as if she
was properly dressed at a family gettogether. We said our cheers and took some
sips of the drinks. Lisa pecked us a kiss on our cheeks, and then she whispered
into my ear: - Don't think I'm not horny. This is just show off. I'm dripping to carry
it through, and I want your cock in my arse NOW. She put down her drink and
arranged some pillows against the headrest, and then she said to me:
- Come here. Lean against these pillows and let your cock point right up
towards my arse !
She straddled me with her back to me, dipped my cock into her cunt and then
she placed it against her tiny brown hole and pressed down. It slipped in amazingly
easy and then she humped a few times until it was buried to the hilt in her arse. She
turned immediately from the joking and smiling Lisa into the panting, lewd and
fuckcrazy whore I had gotten to know.
- Come to my cunt, you wonderful fuck toy. Stuff your fat cock into me again.
- Yes, MA-AM, Per said and brought himself into position between my thighs.
His cock was prodding to find the way, hitting my cock and at last Lisa
hissed: - I'll guide it in. And suddenly I felt that fat sausage slide into her and at the
same time scrape against the underside of mine, with only the thin wall to separate
us. The pressure was enormous and I wondered how she could take it, but
apparantly she had no trouble. She started talking, yelling, screaming, sobbing,
humping her cunt and arse on our cocks and after the first minute or so I think she
had one continuous orgasm.
- Hell, I'm doing it. God, you fill me up. You're so good in my arse. Damn how
you stretch my cunt. YEEEEE. OOOOHH, I'M COMING AGAIN. FUCK ME, FUCK ME.
She had cramps most of the time. I reached round to pinch her nipples only to find
Per's mouth glued to one tit. I pinched the other nipple hard, and she screamed
again. - Oh, my God, it's even better than dreams. I'm doing it. Oh, I want the whole
world to know I'm fucking you in my arse and cunt. Oh, I'M COMING AGAIN. IT'S
JUST GOING ON AND ON.
By now my balls and thighs were wet all over from all her juices, and I felt so
confined more or less underneath both of them. I broke her off with a loud "STOP".
Lisa became very quiet. - Do you want to stop now. You can't !
- Hell no, but I want to get out from under here.
I slapped her arse and said: - Get off me and get on your hands and knees.
Per pulled out of her cunt, and she dragged her arse off my cock. I motioned
for him to get on his back in the bed, and Lisa straddled him with her arse high in
the air, ready to feed his cock back into her cunt. Both her holes were gaping open,
and she looked very much fucked.
- Oh, I'm so empty inside. Fill me up again, Per. Get your cock in me quick.
She was shaking as if she was possessed as she threw herself down on his cock. I
went in behind her and pressed my cock into her gaping arse. Again I felt Per's
cock very destinctly, and when my cock was almost all the way in Lisa started her
ranting again.
- YES, YES. IT'S MUCH BETTER THIS WAY. OH, GOD, FUCK ME YOU TWO
BASTARDS.
I slapped her arse hard and then grabbed her by her hips.
- No. Now YOU fuck us, I ordered. I started pulling and pushing her hips, and
in so few seconds she got the idea. She rocked back and forth on her hands and
knees, and I held on for dear life to meet her thrusts and add a few of my own.
I couldn't believe it when she started coming again. She was sobbing and
yelling all the time so I had nearly missed it when Per said: - I'm going to come too.
This is wonderful, and I can't last any longer. I'M GOING TO COME, LISA. I'M
GOING TO FILL YOU UP AGAIN. And a little later he started roaring like a bear, and
I could feel his cock starting to spurt into my wifes open cunt. That triggered me off
too, and with a loud scream I fell onto her back, humping her like a dog and
spurting jet after jet of hot sperm into her arse. Lisa herself was having a last
sobbing and crying orgasm as we filled her up. Physically and mentally spent I
collapsed on her back and pressed her down against Per. Lisa was dead silent for a
few seconds. Then she said: - Phew. My God in heaven, it was wonderful.
I pulled my wiltering cock out of her arse and fell down on the bed, and Lisa
followed, dragging her cunt off Per's cock. Soon she was lying flat out on her back
between Per and I with her eyes closed, looking very tired and satisfied. At last she
opened her eyes and looked at me.
- I did it, John. I did it. It was absolutely out of this world, love.
She turned her head towards Per and said: - How wonderful you were. Never,
ever was anything this perfect.
- You sure are some wild fuckmachine, Per said. It was great for me, but there
is nothing left in me now.
- Not in me either, she sighed. She put her arm round my neck and dragged
my head down to kiss her. - I don't know what to say, love, but `thank you'. Thank
you for letting me try this.
At this point Per lived up to his gentlemanly promise in the lunchroom. He
raised himself up on his elbow and said to Lisa: - I'm happy that you let me be the
man to try out this. He kissed her tenderly. Then he looked up at me and said: -
John, this was wonderful. If one day I get a new wife I want you to help me give her
something like this.
He got off the bed, threw us a kiss with his fingers and went into the
livingroom to get dressed. Lisa embraced me and kissed me.
- Just let me rest a few minutes. Then I shall go and fetch a bowl of water and
wash your cock.
We were just resting when we heard Per shout a `good bye' from the hall, and
then we heard the door click.
- You poor man, Lisa whispered to me. - You only came once, didn't you?
- That's right.
- Well, I have better clean your cock then and do something about it, haven't
I?
And that is just what she did, but that's another story, as they say in the
fairy-tales.
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