My affair with Angela carried on after that first exciting afternoon and night together. She tried her best to convince me to let her husband, with his eight-inch cock and alleged ability to breathe through his ears, join us, but I told her that I would not start a sexual relationship with Grahame or anyone else at our law firm so long as I worked there. My search for a new job started immediately, and after about a month, I received my first invitation to an interview.
It went well, and after a glowing recommendation from the firm, I was given an offer. The salary was slightly lower than my current one, but this was a larger firm, so the benefits and opportunities for advancement were greater. I accepted the offer and then submitted my resignation at my old firm.
The partners tried to convince me to stay, and I almost did, but Angela’s promises of the best sex I’d ever got me thinking with my libido instead of my brain. The last Friday of the month was my last day, and some of my coworkers decided to take me out to wish me off. Grahame and Angela were, of course, going to be there, and I spent a great deal of my last week at the firm fantasizing about what eight inches of throbbing hard cock would feel like.
My leaving party was scheduled to begin at 6:00, so I purposely waited until about 6:30 to arrive, so everyone else could get a drink or two in. I hated being hungover and had no plans to play catch-up all night. Add to that the anticipation of being with Angela and maybe Grahame that night, and I wanted to have my wits about me for that adventure. When I arrived, the first person I saw was Angela.
She waved me over and greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “We were beginning to think you’d bailed on us!” she said excitedly. The drink in her hand was obviously not her first of the day. She grabbed my hand and led me to a seat at the head of the long table. “Here she is!” she called. “A toast! To Ellie! Good luck at your new job!” Everyone echoed the toast and raised their glasses. I accepted their well wishes and sat down. A second drink appeared magically in front of me, and then another. So much for keeping my wits about me.
I managed to get some finger food and snacks into me, which would have to do for dinner. I discreetly switched to fruit juice to keep me from getting legless drunk as many of my former colleagues gave me hugs and wished me well. The crowd started to thin until there were only four of us left: me, Angela, Grahame, and a guy about my age whom I recognized but didn’t know well. I’d seen him around the firm, but I didn’t know his name. I went over to him and put my hand on his arm.
“Hi. What’s your name?” I asked.
“I’m Eric,” he replied. “I work in finance, in accounts receivable. I just wanted to wish you good luck. We’re going to miss you around the office.”
“Really? How so?” I asked, curious what exactly he would miss.
“You have a reputation as being very good at what you do,” he said. “I think you’re going to be hard to replace, that’s all.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said. “Cheers!” I raised my glass to his, and we drank.
“Actually, there’s something else,” he said, looking down at his shoes.
“I thought there might be,” I said as I moved closer to him.
“Um, I always wanted to ask you out, but the firm has this policy,” he said.
“I don’t work at the firm anymore, remember,” I said.
“Oh, right. Well, I was wondering, if maybe, I mean if you’re not too busy, you might let me take you to dinner or a movie or something.” Poor guy was so nervous he could barely look me in the face.
“Eric, look at me,” I said. “Yes, I’d like to go to dinner or a movie or something with you.”
“Really? Wow! Really?” he sputtered.
“Sure, why not?” I asked.
“Oh, wow! Okay! So like, should I call you? Or you could call me.”
I thought his nervousness was cute, so I kissed his cheek. “Give me your phone,” I said. He handed it over, and I entered my number in his contacts. “There, call me sometime.”
“I will,” he said. “Well, good night, and good luck!”
“Why don’t you stay with us?” I asked. “Angela and Grahame are having fun, and you don’t want to leave me all alone, do you?”
“Really? Sure, I’d love to stay the night with you,” he said, instantly realizing that he hadn’t meant to suggest that. “Wait, that’s not what I meant, please, I’m sorry!” he mumbled quickly.
“It’s fine, I know what you meant,” I said. “Come on, dance with me!” I took his hand and led him to the open space in front of a low stage where a band was setting up. I pulled him close to me, and we began swaying back and forth to the music coming through the sound system. We chatted, and he began to be more at ease as we talked. Part of me wanted to stay close to him and see where things went, but the anticipation of experiencing Grahame’s assets and abilities won out. I excused myself to the ladies’ room and a moment later Angela joined me. We kissed hungrily, and I reached down to press my hand against her pussy. “Let’s get out of here!” she rasped. We kissed again, and I nodded.
“Give me a few minutes to say goodnight to Eric,” I said.
When I returned, Eric was waiting patiently. I went to him and drew him in for a hug.
“I meant it when I said I’d like to go out with you,” I whispered. “If you don’t call me next week, I’ll be very disappointed.” He looked disappointed as though he’d been expecting the evening to work out more in his favour. I kissed him softly and smiled at him. “It’s been a crazy week, and I’m wasted. I just want to go home and sleep until Monday.”
“Sure, I understand,” he said before kissing me. “I can take you home if that’s okay. It’s no trouble.”
“You’re sweet, but I’m good,” I replied. “I enjoyed meeting you, Eric. Goodnight.” Our parting kiss was longer and more inviting, as if to convey a promise of something more intimate the next time we met. I left and went to my car to text Angela.
“Your place or mine?” I typed, suddenly impatient.
“Concorde Hotel across the street, room 403,” came her reply.
“Five.” I took a deep breath and checked my face in the mirror before getting out and retrieving my overnight bag from the back seat. Since I’d started seeing Angela, I’d learned that it was a good idea to keep a change of clothes and a toiletry bag close at hand. I checked to make sure that I’d remembered the gift I’d bought for us, locked the door and started walking up the block to the hotel on the corner.
As I entered the lobby, the pretty desk clerk called to ask if she could help me. “My friend is staying here, I’m going to meet her,” I replied. She confirmed the room I was going to and smiled knowingly, saying that I was expected. I thanked her and went to the elevator.
I tapped on the door the way we’d discussed, three taps, a pause and two more. A moment later, the door unlatched, and I entered, closing it behind me. The configuration of the room prevented a direct view of the bed, and when I got to the corner, I turned to see Angela naked and on her knees in front of her husband. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his trousers were around his ankles. Protruding prominently in front of him was the largest cock I’d ever seen. “Oh, my,” I breathed.
It looked enormously out of proportion. Grahame was not a large man, perhaps 5′ 9″ and slim, so his manhood looked much longer and thicker than I thought it should. “Did I lie?” Angela asked with one raised eyebrow.
“You did not,” I replied, setting my bag down by the bed while never taking my eyes off it. Angela smiled and licked it from base to tip, collecting the bead of clear fluid from its tip with her tongue.
“Your timing is excellent. Care to join me?” She opened her mouth and took him in slowly, not stopping until the tip of her nose touched his skin and his balls rested against her chin. She held him there for a moment and then drew back slowly, the sheen from her saliva shining in the light.
“Give me a moment,” I said as I took off my coat and kicked off my heels. I unbuttoned my top and unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. I walked slowly over to him and offered my lips for a kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” I whispered just before our lips met. His tongue met mine, and they wrestled for space, lashing against each other in an erotic dance.
We kissed for a few moments, and I felt his hand come up to my breast. I placed my hand over his and guided his fingers to squeeze softly over my bra. A low moan escaped my throat, and my free hand went to the back of his neck to pull him tighter. Then I remembered Angela’s invitation, and I sank to my knees beside her.
“Hi,” I whispered. She took her mouth off him and smiled at me.
“Well, hello there,” she replied before leaning in for a kiss. She broke it and started sliding her lips along his shaft, raising her eyebrows to invite me to do the same. This was all new territory for me, so I followed her lead. We fell into a rhythm, sliding our lips along his cock and occasionally taking turns taking it into our mouth for a moment. The first time I took him into my mouth surprised me a little; it was one thing to see it but quite another to appreciate its girth and firmness in that way. Add to that the fact that it had been over a year since I’d last been with a man.
Still, I attacked my task enthusiastically, taking him as deeply as I could before relinquishing it to my lover’s hungry mouth. I watched in awe as she easily took him all the way into her throat before coming off him and turning to kiss me. I’d never been able to deepthroat my ex-husband’s rather average-sized cock. There was no way I was going to attempt to do it with this monster. Besides, in my throat wasn’t where I wanted it.
I stood up and kissed him again before whispering that we’d be more comfortable on the bed. Angela stood up beside me and agreed, but before we moved, we managed to get the rest of my and his clothes off. We got onto the bed, Grahame on his back and me on top. I felt Angela’s hand between us, guiding his cock to my pussy. I felt the contact of his head against my opening and slowly moved my hips to sink onto it.
Even though I’d taken toys of similar length and girth since Angela and I had started our affair, a living cock felt so much better. Toys felt cool at first, but his cock was warm and felt alive as it penetrated me. I felt the stretch as he opened me as wide as I’d ever been and realized that Angela was right, size does matter. I felt my clit rub against his mons and relished the feeling of fullness, holding myself onto him and rocking my hips slowly to stimulate my little love button.
Angela’s face came next to mine. “Told you!” she whispered before kissing me gently.
“You did!” I replied. “Your husband’s cock is magnificent!”
“I know it is!” she grinned. We kissed a few times, and then I returned my focus to sliding my pussy over the magnificent cock inside it. I sat upright as Angela lowered herself over her husband’s face, urging him to lick and suckle on her clit as I fucked him. Our hands met, and we interlaced our fingers, sharing kisses and whispers.
This position looked so easy in the videos I’d watched and the photos I’d seen online, but it required more concentration than I’d imagined. I moved slowly, and he eventually found a rhythm with me to maximize the effort. I was starting to feel my orgasm build when Angela whispered in my ear, “My turn!” She got off him and moved aside, expecting me to do the same.
“Just a moment,” I replied, taking the opportunity to lean forward and take a few long, smooth strokes so I could feel the broad ridge of his cock head move across my G-spot. I reluctantly climbed off, allowing Angela to take my place. I swung my leg over and settled my clit against his lips as she started riding him. As before, we shared kisses while we rode him, but she was obviously more practiced than I was as she moved more quickly than I was able to.
“I can’t wait to lick my husband’s cum from your pussy!” she rasped.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing!” I replied between kisses. “Any reason we both can’t do that?”
“Mmm, none at all!” she smiled. We continued like that for a minute or so, then she got off and lay on her back with her legs open. I dismounted and moved between them, kissing my way from her knees up her thighs until I reached her pussy. I began licking and suckling on her when I felt him behind me, probing with his cock to enter me. I leaned forward and stuck my backside up in the air, waiting for that delicious feeling again.
Grahame did not disappoint. He entered me in one smooth stroke, his hips flattening my ass cheeks as he bottomed out. I felt the pressure inside me as he filled me completely, and I wondered why all men weren’t this well endowed. Then I wondered how any woman could think that size doesn’t matter.
Angela brought me back to reality with a tap against my cheek with our favourite toy. I took it and pushed it inside her as I set to the task of making her cum before her husband or I did. I felt his hands on my hips, holding them firmly as he stroked himself in and out of me. I tried to concentrate on Angela, but the feeling in my pussy was just too good. Stroke after deep stroke, he was bringing me higher and higher until my entire focus was narrowed down to the feel of his shaft sliding out and in and the ridge of his glans rubbing along my G-spot.
Angela apparently understood. “Fuck her good, Baby! Fill that pussy full of cum so I can lick her clean!” I felt his grip on my hips tighten as he moved faster, our bodies making loud noises as he slammed into me. I let go of the toy I’d been neglecting, and Angela took over, fucking herself with it while her husband fucked me. As much as I wanted to pleasure her, I finally surrendered to the orgasm that was building quickly inside me.
I began muttering curses and imploring him to fuck me harder. He was merciless, driving into me over and over as I came. Had my cunt not been stuffed full of raging hard cock, I’m sure I would have squirted all the way across the room. I felt the warm gush flow from me, his cock making weird squishing noises as he kept driving into me over and over. I felt his grip tighten even further as his thrusting became less regular, driving into me and holding himself there for a second or two before drawing back and hammering his cock into me again.
With a final thrust, he came, burying his spunk deep inside me. I felt the warm rush of it as I pushed myself back onto him, wanting every last millimetre inside me. Each surge of his cock thrilled me until it stilled and he began moving again. “No, don’t,” I mumbled. “Just be still.” Only then did I notice Angela again, pulling the thick toy from herself and squirting her cum on my face before plunging it back in for a half dozen strokes, only to pull it free and squirt again. I tasted her familiar salty, tangy cum, licking it from my lips. I leaned forward to kiss her clit, and in doing so, her husband’s spent cock flopped from me. I felt our cum run down the inside of my thighs as he moved from behind me, coming up to kiss us both before collapsing onto the bed.
I crawled up over Angela’s body, placing soft kisses on her skin and tasting the salt in her sweat. When I reached her face, we smiled at each other, and she winked. “Told you!”
“You didn’t lie!” I responded. “Unfortunately, I have nothing left.”
“That’s okay, we have all weekend,” she whispered. We kissed again and I rolled off her to lie beside her with her husband on her other side. We pulled up the covers and snuggled together, ignoring the cool dampness of our sweat and cum that had moistened the sheet beneath us. A good fuck required that certain sacrifices had to be made.
I slept as soundly as I ever did and was awakened by the sound of the room door clicking shut. I rolled over and looked over Angela’s nude body to see her husband carrying a tray with coffee, fruit and muffins from the breakfast bar off the lobby. I squeezed Angela softly and kissed the back of her shoulder. “Wakey, wakey,” I said softly. “Your handsome husband brought us breakfast. She stirred and mumbled something that sounded like “Fuck off,” and pulled the covers up over herself.
“She’s not exactly a morning person,” Grahame said with a smile.
“So I’ve learned,” I replied. I slipped out from under the covers and padded naked to the bathroom. After taking care of business and giving myself a quick wash, I found the hotel robe on the back of the door and emerged to see Grahame sitting on the bed beside his wife, bending over to kiss her softly. He got up and came over to me, handing me a coffee and leaning in for a kiss.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
I took a sip and nodded. “Very well, thanks. You?”
He nodded back. “I did.” We sipped and ate quietly, not wanting to disturb his wife, who was snoring softly.
Our breakfast finished, I got up and walked toward the bathroom. “I need a shower, wash my back, and I’ll wash yours?”
He grinned and got up to follow me as I dropped the robe from my shoulders and dragged it along the floor behind me. A few minutes later, our tongues were dancing with each other as I stroked his cock and he massaged my clit with the callous on his palm while pushing two fingers inside me.
“Having fun with my husband?” I heard as Angela opened the glass door and joined us. She pushed her way in between us, and her tongue replaced his. “Did you think I’d let you have all the fun?”
“I thought maybe you might,” I replied between kisses.
“Maybe someday I will! But not today!” She pinned my back against the tiled wall while her husband entered her from behind. Her hand went to my pussy, and she fingered me to my first orgasm of the day. Ten minutes later, we were both on our knees on the hard tile, taking turns sucking his cock before he painted our faces with his cum. What the water didn’t wash away, we removed from each other’s face with our lips and tongues before standing up and sharing his taste with him. As we held each other afterward, I looked at them and said, “Now that’s the way to start the day!” We all laughed and agreed on that score.
We decided to go out for the day to check out a few things and give the hotel staff a chance to clean up our room, so we tidied up and put the toys out of sight. We found a weekend market which had some interesting things, after which we went to a pub for lunch. While we were at lunch, Angela suggested that Grahame make himself scarce for a few hours so she and I could do some shopping without him. A stop at an upscale lingerie shop set us both back a tidy sum, and an hour in a naughty shop served to get the fires inside us relit.
We went back to the hotel, and I suggested that we try out our new toys, but Angela resisted, saying that we should surprise her husband by showing him the sorts of things we’d been doing during those nights and weekends before he’d joined us. We did shower together and helped each other get dressed and ready before going back out to meet him for dinner.
When we walked into the restaurant, we were holding hands. Every head turned, both male and female, to watch us as we breezed across the room to join Grahame, who was already seated. We both kissed him on the cheek as he stood to greet us. “My goodness, you ladies look incredible!” he said quietly as he sat down.
“Thank you, Sweetie,” Angela replied. We talked about our afternoon and mentioned we had a little surprise for him when we got back to the hotel. “Patience, my darling! Surely by now you’ve learned that you must have a lot of patience!” She smiled her sweetest smile and squeezed my hand.
He leaned over to me. “I married a cock-tease, you know that?”
“It will be worth the wait, I promise!” I replied.
To his credit, he waited for us to finish, not protesting when we girls ordered dessert and an after-dinner glass of wine. Angela raised hers in a toast. “To wives and girlfriends, may they always meet!”
“Amen!” I said quietly. Grahame echoed her toast, and we all sipped. Ten minutes later, the dinner bill was settled, and we were in a cab on the way back to the hotel.
On arrival, we’d noticed that the room had been made up with fresh sheets and extra towels just as we’d requested. Angela wasted no time, going to her husband and kissing him while starting to remove his clothes. She motioned for me to join her, and in moments he was down to his shorts, his hard cock jutting out against the front creating a prominent tent. She bent down and kissed the tip of it, right where the dark stain of pre-cum was located. “You sit down and relax while we get things started,” she whispered.
She came to me and kissed me firmly, her hands going to my dress and releasing the zipper at the back of it. She let it fall to my feet, exposing my lingerie, a bra that was a little too small in the cups with matching garter and stockings, all in royal blue, my favourite colour. She turned to allow me to unzip her dress and let it fall as mine had done to reveal similar underthings in Kelly green. The contrast with her russet hair was very striking.
We stepped out of our dresses and moved to the bed, easing each other down as we kissed. Once settled, she looked at her husband and winked, “You’re going to love this!” She urged me onto my back and kissed me again before reaching into the nightstand to extract the toy and lube she’d placed in there earlier. She ran her tongue the length of it, all 16 inches with its rounded head on either end. I noticed her husband shifting and looked over to see that he had his fist full of his magnificent cock.
I turned my attention back to Angela, who was popping to top off the lube and applying it liberally to the long toy. She rubbed it all over before drizzling some onto my pussy and rubbing the excess into hers. She tossed the bottle aside and moved between my thighs, rubbing the toy’s length along my lips and over my clit. A slight hesitation later, I felt it enter me slowly until it bottomed out with about half its length still in her hand. “This is going to work out perfectly!” she grinned before swinging her leg between mine and settling herself down, the toy sliding into her as it had done me until our pussy lips and clits were mashed together.
We rocked our hips slowly, our slick selves rubbing against each other and fanning the building fires within us both. Our hands found each other’s, our fingers interlocking to pull us together. I’d never done this before, never even imagined it, but in that instant I vowed to do it again as many times as my body would allow. The feeling of being stuffed full of long firmness along with the low friction slipping and sliding along my cunt was exquisite.
I felt the bed shift as Grahame joined us, his shorts gone and his long thick cock sticking out in front of him just begging to be sucked. I considered it, but that would mean moving too far away and leaving my pussy unattended, and I was not having that. Grahame solved the dilemma by moving toward his wife, offering himself to her lips.
I watched as it disappeared slowly inside her mouth, her tongue working to take it into her throat. He moaned long and low as his head slipped into her fully and her hands gripped mine more tightly as she displayed impressive coordination by deepthroating her husband’s cock while simultaneously fucking my cunt. I felt that familiar tightness in my pelvic floor and knew it wouldn’t be very long at all.
At this point, I stopped caring about my lovers’ pleasure and selfishly thought only of my own. I fucked myself onto Angela and the toy we were sharing as my orgasm built to its peak. All my other senses blanked; all that mattered was to get to that all-enveloping release.
It hit me with the fury of a force ten gale, taking my breath away and assaulting my senses until I was overwhelmed. My body shook and quivered, and all I could utter was gibberish. I felt the wetness between us as one pulse after another of sweet release swept over me. When it was over, I flopped back onto the bed, exhausted as the toy Angela and I had been sharing flopped out of me. I lay there heaving, trying to catch my breath as my awareness of my surroundings returned.
As my eyes refocused, I watched my girlfriend get on all fours, reaching underneath her body to retrieve the toy we had been using and sliding it into her pussy. She lowered her shoulders to the bed, inviting her husband to take her from behind as she fucked herself with the toy. He moved behind her, and I watched with fascination as his thick cock slipped easily into her bum. She looked over her shoulder, winked at me, and whispered, “You really should try this sometime!”
She wiggled her fingers for me to come closer to them and took my hand, guiding it to grasp the toy. “Fuck me,” she commanded. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me, him, or both of us, so I started doing as she told me. “Mmm! That’s what I’m talking about!”
I let him set the pace and adjusted my grip so that as I felt the resistance of the fake cock filling her pussy completely, my hand would push against her lips and clit. We kept that pace and rhythm for a bit until she demanded that we fuck her harder. He and I looked at each other and grinned as he started driving into her, his hips slamming into her buttocks with loud slapping sounds. Each thrust drove the air from her, and with each expelled breath, guttural noises erupted from her, unintelligible but communicating what she was feeling.
By this time, we were all bathed in sweat as they neared their climactic end. He grunted, she moaned, and with a final push, he emptied himself into her, holding his cock as deeply as it would go. “Don’t stop!” she rasped, and I kept going, my hand slamming into her pussy as I delivered the last few needed strokes. I watch her inhale deeply and knew this would be her loudest, wettest orgasm yet.
Her hand covered mine, and she held the toy inside herself. I felt the clenching of her pussy against it as my hand was drenched with her cum. It leaked out around the toy, warm and slick as it ran over my hand and along my forearm, running off my elbow in a little rivulet onto the bed below. Her roars and screams softened to deep sighs and soft moans as she used her hand to stroke it out and in before collapsing onto her stomach, the toy still fully inside her as her husband’s cock slipped out of her.
I lay beside her on one side, and her husband lay on the other as we all breathed heavily in the aftermath. After a minute or so, she turned her head and looked at me. “You really should!”
“I hope that was as much fun as it looked,” I replied as I bent for a kiss.
“Only thing better is two real cocks at the same time!” she said with a wink. “What do you think, Baby? Should we ask your buddy Dave to join us next time?”
“If she’s game, I know he would be!” he said.
“What the fuck, you only live once!” I said with a laugh. I took her hand and pulled on it. “We need a shower, and I think we’ll all fit!”
