It had been a very difficult day at the office; one of those where you can only watch the wreck happening in real-time and pray that there are pieces left to pick up tomorrow.
Heading home on the train, I received a message from Andy to say that he too had endured a full day of utter chaos and would be an hour late. That was fine; I had a plan. For me.
Arriving at the empty house, I dropped my bag in the hallway and headed straight for the refrigerator and the solace of Malbec. Sipping it upstairs, I ran a bath, added oil, closed the blinds, lit candles and dropped my clothes in a trail between the bedroom and bathroom. I did not miss the irony that these acts of surrender precisely mirrored how Andy would start date night. But I was well beyond caring about that as I slipped beneath the sweet-scented foam and tried to dissolve the day away.
I fell asleep.
The water was still warm when I came back to my senses with my finger between my pussy lips. I moved it up and down without penetrating myself. My folds were slippery wet, not from the bathwater, not from the oil, but from inside my own self.
“Time for a stress buster,” I thought, and started to shallow dip in and out of my warm, wet hole. It took barely minutes to get almost to the point of no return, and of course, that’s when Andy’s car rolled into the driveway, breaking my mood.
“This is not happening.” I actually said it aloud before reverting to Plan B. Getting out of the bath, I dried myself quickly as I heard the front door opening. Moving at speed into the bedroom, I took my vibrator from the bedside drawer and lay on the bed with my head on a pillow and my open legs and pussy pointing towards the door.
I could hear Andy walking upstairs and onto the landing. I didn’t need lube and pushed the slim, shiny toy into my cunt, switching it on as it went inside. As he opened the door, I started moving it in and out, while small, involuntary moans slipped from my mouth. Through my half-closed eyes, I could see Andy standing in the doorway and his mouth falling open. He stepped into the room and stood in front of me, his eyes fixed on my swollen pussy lips, gripping around the buzzing vibrator as it slid in and out.
“Stop fucking about just watching. Get your cock out and get on here with me,” I groaned. He needed no second bidding and dropped his trousers and boxer shorts in one movement, pulling his shirt over his head as he climbed onto the bed.
Keeping up my toy thrusting, I grabbed his still soft dick and pulled it towards my face. Opening my mouth, I engulfed him, tasting his day-old musk. I didn’t care; I just wanted cock, there and then.
Licking around the ridge of his cock and rubbing the sensitive spot between his balls and anus, I felt Andy growing in my mouth. All the time, I was pushing the toy in and out of my cunt, while the vibrations sent delicious tremors to my very core.
Andy licked his fingers and began sliding them up and down both sides of my clit shaft. Every few movements, he would brush the hood, making me increasingly noisy. My juices were now flowing from around the toy, running down onto the bed. I knew that I was getting close, so very, very close.
I felt it building and started really wanking Andy’s cock, still sucking and licking its head. He knew what I wanted and stopped holding himself back while he quickened his fingers on my pussy.
That was it.
Andy erupted, emptying his balls into my welcoming mouth and drenching my tongue with his salty, sweet cum.
Simultaneously, I came. Massively. A wet, gushing, pulsing, screaming climax that left me first breathless and then with a sense of serenity that obliterated the day.
I came back to earth with Andy rising from the bed. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“To run an oily bath for us,” he replied, “We need to relax after a day like this. I’ll light some candles and get some wine.”
I laughed, “Fair enough, but you haven’t even kissed me yet.” He came back, leaned over and kissed me with an open mouth and wriggling tongue. He must have been able to taste his spunk, but he didn’t hold back, and that intimacy and level of passion kick-started me again.
Andy started running hot water in the bath. I could smell the oil and the candles. Still naked, he ran downstairs to fetch the wine. When he returned, he bounded into the room with his beautiful, semi-stiff cock leading the way. This was going to be a date night after all.
Andy climbed into the bath first and arranged his long legs under the water. I stepped in too but didn’t sit down. Instead, I positioned my fanny in front of his face and pushed my hips forward. He got the hint instantly, lifted his chin slightly and started to lick my crack.
I tingled as the tip of his hot tongue tickled my still swollen clit. He alternated this with licking my lips and slit. Within minutes, I was pressing my palms flat against the tiled wall to keep my balance as I quivered and shook, moaning with utter abandon. I felt a finger easing its way into my cunt and curving around to press my G-spot. That’s Andy’s signature move: licking my pussy while pressing inside me, and I love him for it. This time, however, he added a bonus, putting his other hand on my bottom and slipping a finger into my anus. He didn’t go in deep, only as far as the ring of muscle, but that was enough.
Pressure on my G-spot. A tongue flicking my clit. A finger in my arse. There was nothing else to do but come.
Again.
My juices flowed from me and all over Andy’s face, but he kept on licking, pressing and fingering. I know that it could only have lasted seconds, but my monsoon climax seemed to go on forever. Being able to stay on my feet throughout my orgasm was little short of miraculous.
When I sat down in the bath, I saw water and foam all over the floor. Andy’s face was shiny and dripping with my cum. I kissed him as I always do when this happens. I like the taste of me.
I saw the head of his cock sticking out from under the bath foam. I reached for it, but he stopped me. “Not now. How about I put on a show and masturbate for you later? I’d like that.”
“I’d like that too,” I replied.
We lay together for a while, then emerged pink and warm. We dried each other, put on our bathrobes and headed downstairs, ravenous. Andy whipped up some smoked salmon and scrambled eggs while I slid away to make a phone call.
An hour or so later, we had eaten and were in the lounge, well into a second bottle of wine when the doorbell rang. I answered it and brought Susan and Veronica into the room. Andy didn’t look particularly pleased to see them potentially interrupting his plans, but he played the dutiful host and immediately gave them some wine before excusing himself to go and get dressed. I stopped him and asked, “What’s happened to the show you promised me?”
Realisation dawned on his lovely face, and he stared at me. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely, that’s why the girls came over.”
Andy looked at them. Veronica, who was nodding vigorously, said, “That’s exactly why I’m here. I want to see this.”
“Fucking right,” Susan added.
Without hesitation, Andy moved to the middle of the floor, directly in front of us. He untied the belt of his robe and dropped it on the floor. Naked, and already very excited, his cock was standing to full attention. Susan gasped and mouthed, “You fucking lucky cow,” at me before shifting her legs slowly up onto the couch. Andy told me later that he’d got a good view of her pubes when she did that. The harlot wasn’t wearing knickers.
Andy started stroking his cock very gently, moving his lightly clenched fist from the head to the base, pulling his foreskin back and then releasing it. His purple head was engorged, bigger than I had seen it for ages, and pre-cum was oozing from the small slit at the end.
Susan and Veronica were glued to Andy’s crotch and moving hand. He pulled over a chair, sat down, and leaned back with his legs spread wide, making Susan sigh aloud. Veronica was open-mouthed but silent. I was sitting beside them, getting the same view of his big, thick, erect cock and the heavy balls underneath.
It was fucking awesome.
Andy always massages his balls when I’m watching him, and he did it for us too, using two hands to caress them and pulling his scrotum tight so that there was nothing we couldn’t see.
I remembered the night of my party striptease and how I had felt showing everyone everything. I was so happy that Andy was having the same experience, but I wished I had invited some of the others too. I think he would have loved a group of bawdy, drunken women shouting for him to wank and come.
I was soaking wet and remembered that I was naked under the bathrobe; all I had to do was move my hand, and I could slip a sneaky finger into my hole. While Veronica was an unknown quantity, I knew it would be a green flag for Susan to do the same, and I wasn’t ready for that. Maybe someday, but not that night. Instead, I shifted my legs and flashed my pussy at Andy, who smiled and upped his pace slightly.
Precum was now leaking from the tip of Andy’s cock, and his pumping hand was spreading it all over his shaft, making it wet and shiny. He lifted his bum up from the chair and arched his back. His face was a picture of ecstasy as he pumped hard and fast, then stopped for a count of one, then two, before a blast of cum shot from the end of his cock. I watched it arc through the air, landing on Susan’s bare legs. The second and third spurts didn’t reach that far and hit my carpet. The rest flowed from his cock before dripping onto the floor.
I was utterly captivated and sat back enjoying the warmth from between my legs, the look of utter joy on Andy’s face, and the blatant desire on Susan’s. If I’m being honest, I also really liked the sheer envy Veronica was radiating. I just couldn’t help myself as I whispered in her ear, “That’s the second time he’s shot his load in the last three hours.”
Susan ran her fingers through the puddle of cum on her leg and shamelessly lifted them to her mouth, licking them. “Fucking gorgeous,” she muttered. “That is tasty fucking spunk.” She offered her fingers to Veronica, who shook her head, saying, “I need to get home, I need a shag,” before literally running from the house.
Susan giggled, “Poor bastard, should we warn him? He has no idea that he’s about to be attacked by a deranged fuck monster,” then stood up, flashing her hairy cunt at Andy again.
She went straight to the downstairs bathroom. The house was so quiet that we could hear her frigging her fanny and not quite stifling her moans. Andy and I sat grinning at each other. It turns out we were both having exactly the same thought that only a few months ago, this scenario and the others in this series would have been utterly unimaginable. Pushing the envelope had improved our lives beyond comprehension. Sure, we loved each other and always had, but we now had sheer, naked lust in our lives, we were willing to experiment, and were having adventures like never before.
When Susan returned, she was flushed and breathing heavily. She stayed around for a bit, dropping hints about perhaps joining us for a sleepover or putting on a show for Andy, either solo or with me, but these options were not on our agenda. Again, maybe someday, but not yet. Instead, we had some more wine, and later, she went home.
Minutes later, Andy and I climbed into bed, utterly drained in every possible way. “What a day,” I whispered, and Andy chuckled drowsily.
We were unconscious within minutes.