Dear Lush Stories
Hello again! It’s I, Coinius! That isn’t really my name. I don’t have a name. No coin does. But I understand you humans like everything to have a name, so I chose Coinius. But not having a name doesn’t mean my life has no value. Mine certainly does…a whole one euro!
So, having seen a hot couple fuck in Portugal, and a Spaniard suck her first cock, see previous instalments, I was passed on to new pockets. I spent some time in a cigarette machine in a bar. I was given out as change for money spent on books, beers, and bus tickets, one of which carried me over the border and into Italy.
At the station in Milan, I was paid into a train ticket machine, then vended out as change to a man who was about thirty years old. He put me in his wallet, and we rode, as I now know, to Rome. But, as I was to find out, he wasn’t there for sightseeing!
He walked from the station and stopped at a bar. If he’d spent me there, I’d have missed the show, but he didn’t. He left me on the table, which meant I could see what was happening. As he drank his coffee, I realised he was watching something. In fact, he was staring at the building across the road. He was watching the exit to the apartment block, and I soon realised why.
After about ten minutes, the door to the apartment building swung open and out stepped another man, of a similar age but somewhat shorter and slightly more overweight than the guy who had picked me up.
My owner watched this man disappear around the corner and, when he was out of sight, my owner picked up his phone and dialled.
“He’s gone. We have at least an hour?”
I didn’t hear the reply.
“Ok, I’ll be right up.”
My owner drained his coffee and scooped me up in his hand. He crossed the road and rang the doorbell. There was a buzz, and the door opened. With me still in his clenched fist, the man went to an elevator, which went up for about three floors. When it stopped, he stepped smartly out and walked across the hall to a door. He rang the bell. A woman opened the door. She was quite a lot shorter than he was, and had brown, wavy hair. She was dressed in jeans and a denim blouse.
“Andrea bella,” he said, brushing her cheek with his knuckles. She smiled.
“Come in, Matteo. We can’t waste time.”
“You’re even sexier when you’re nervous!”
“Come on, my husband might not be that long!”
She pulled him inside and closed the door.
“And what do you think would happen if he catches me balls deep in his wife?”
“I don’t know. But I’m guessing it would work out worse for you than me.”
They went into the bedroom. The guy dumped me and the other coins on a dresser that commanded a view of the whole double bed.
“I changed the sheets,” Andrea said as she undid the buttons on her blouse. Across the bed from her, the man took his t-shirt off and dropped his trousers.
“Good. I could smell him on the pillow last time; it was off-putting.”
Andrea undid her bra and, smiling at him, her head tipped to the left, dropped it to the floor.
“Well, you should have thought of that before you bedded another man’s wife!”
“You love it!”
The man dropped his boxers and jumped naked onto the bed. His penis was a handsome sight. Long, hard, and circumcised, no wonder Andrea wasted no time in giving it some love between her lips. She dipped down, taking his penis as far into her mouth as it could go. The guy closed his eyes and exhaled. She didn’t see it, but I noticed a momentary expression of irritation and disappointment on his face when she took his cock out of her mouth and said,
“Come on, let’s go. We can’t take our time.”
Andrea rolled onto her back and spread her legs. From my place on the chest of drawers, I had a fine view of her genitals with her thighs apart. I guess the nearest thing I could compare the sight to, in my experience as a coin, was the opening of a purse!
Andrea was the second woman I’d seen naked. Her navel stuck out a little, and her chest was smaller than Mathilde’s, but I judged Andrea the sexier woman. She had an air of boldness about her. I couldn’t imagine Mathilde leaping into bed with another guy moments after her lover had departed.
Matteo positioned his body between her legs, and he kissed her. I could see his muscular buttocks and the ball sack between his legs as he entered her. Andrea wrapped her arms around him and caressed his back, then she raised her legs slightly.
“I thought about fucking you all week,” Matteo said softly into Andrea’s ear, “I thought about your sexy, naked body while I was in bed with my girlfriend. I thought about eating your pussy when I was at work. I thought about…”
As he spoke, his bottom was moving. He was thrusting his penis into Andrea, and her body was rocking beneath him. I could see her breasts bounce with every thrust. She moaned softly as he pumped her.
“…bending you over and fucking you from behind. Did you think about me, Andrea? Did you think about me while you fucked your husband?”
“Yes,” she murmured dreamily, “I thought about you when he was inside me.”
Matteo’s bottom had slowed, but he was pressing deeper and more firmly now. His buttocks jerked forward forcefully. Andrea raised her legs and wrapped them around his back.
“Are you going to fuck him later, Andrea? What if he comes home and says, ‘Andrea, I want to make love to my beautiful, sexy, faithful wife? What will you say? Will you tell him the truth? Or will you spread your legs for your husband too?”
“I don’t know. Just fuck me, please, stop talking about Pietro!”
Now, this was only the third time I’d seen a couple do it. But even as a coin, I could tell they had quite a different relationship to the couples I’d seen before. There had been an atmosphere of intimacy, privacy and trust when I watched, from her coffee table, Mireia suck Adria’s cock. And there had been tender, loving foreplay between Rafa and Mathilde. But with Andrea and Matteo, there wasn’t the same warmth. There was definitely, though, more physicality.
Matteo pulled out abruptly. Pausing for a breath, he physically grabbed Andrea by the shoulders and rolled her over onto her front, causing her to squeal with surprise. I could see her pert buttocks and her shining wet pussy between her legs. She got up onto her knees and elbows and spread her legs, and Matteo practically shoved his cock inside her. He wasn’t being gentle, that was for sure. He started pumping again, gripping Andrea’s buttocks. With a sudden movement, Andrea lifted her arms and gripped the headboard, then she arched her head back. She was rocking back and forth with the motion of his cock, letting it reach as far as it could go inside her.
“Yes, yes! Oh, Matteo! More, please!”
Matteo was thrusting quicker and quicker, and I could tell he was working harder. He was gasping, his chest rapidly expanding, and I could hear his gasping breaths as he pumped Andrea’s body.
“I’m coming!” Andrea cried.
“Good,” said Matteo, “Come for me, Andrea, come for me!”
“Fuck yes! Oh, God!”
Andrea certainly did come for him! She gasped and squealed. She moaned and swore. She wriggled and she writhed as she took Matteo’s cock until she collapsed onto the pillow, seemingly quite tired out.
Matteo pulled out of Andrea’s pussy, grabbed his cock and jerked. Five seconds later, a spurt of white semen shot out of his penis across Andrea’s back.
They lay next to each other, panting, their faces buried in the pillows. Five minutes of silence followed, then Matteo said, “I’d better go.”
Andrea nodded. I watched as Matteo put on his clothes, kissed her on the lips, and departed.
He forgot me! As if cuckolding another man wasn’t bad enough, the guy had the gall, the thoughtlessness not to even remember his poor one euro coin! I was quite hurt.
But it was lucky he did, because five minutes later, I heard the front door of the apartment open!
“I’m back!” came a voice.
Andrea leapt to her feet so fast, it was as if the bed was electrified! She ran over, locked the door, and started to throw her clothes on. “I heard a kettle boiling, and the clink of tea being stirred. Andrea was fixing her hair.”
“Amor? Are you here?” the guy called.
“Yes, just a minute!”
“Coffee?”
“No, thanks.”
Andrea, hastily and rather carelessly dressed, tidied the ruffled bed, then she opened the bedroom door.
“Ah, there’s my sexy wife! You ok?”
“Yes!”
“Fancy a quick you-know-what?”
There was an exquisite pause, then Andrea said, “Ok!”
She retreated into the bedroom, followed by the man I had seen from across the road earlier. He was taking off his shirt as he entered the room. Andrea knelt before him and undid the buckle of his trousers. She pulled them down, and her husband’s penis popped out.
“Mmm, commando today?” Andrea said quietly.
“Yeah, I’m lazy.”
Andrea opened her mouth, took his penis inside, and began to suck. I could hear the slurping and suction. His hands were on his hips. He looked down at his kneeling wife as she sucked his cock, and his love for her shone in his eyes. He gave her a warm smile and affectionately ran his fingers through her hair. The poor guy had no idea she’d been yelling another man’s name just fifteen minutes ago!
“Oh, you give the best head!”
Andrea let his cock in an extra inch and sucked hard. She was not being as slow and gentle as Mireia had been with Adria on the couch. She was sucking it hard and fast, and her husband was rocking back and forth, gently thrusting into his wife’s mouth.
“What have I done to deserve this?!”
“Nothing! You can make me come later tonight.”
Now, as a coin, I’m obviously not a master of human anatomy. But it occurred to me that perhaps she was blowing him because she couldn’t let him touch her vagina, lest he realise that she had so recently had sex, and not with him? I don’t know. Just a guess. Maybe she enjoyed sucking his penis for its own sake? As I was slowly learning, people are strange.
Andrea stooped, took his left testicle into her mouth, and sucked it. His cock stood straight out, rock hard and glistening with her saliva. Switching to suck on his right ball, she jerked his cock with her hand.
“Wow!”
“Give me a facial, mi amor,” Andrea whispered, then took his penis back into her mouth, “I want to see you come.”
The husband put his hands on the back of his head and closed his eyes. His cock was making his wife’s cheek bulge.
He gave a long, low moan. His cock was sucked five, six more times.
“Oh, Jesus! I’m close.”
Andrea squeezed his balls with her hand, a finger tickling beneath them. His penis was still in her mouth, and he was thrusting more now. She took a long, deep-throated suck. Suddenly, the man cried, “Ok, stop!”
She let his cock go and crouched slightly, positioning her head beneath it. The husband jerked his cock hard and, after just a few seconds, semen burst out, spraying Andrea’s nose and sending droplets into her eyes! Blinking hard, she smiled up at her husband.
“God, I love you!” her husband said as he squeezed the last drops of cum onto her cheeks. Andrea put his cock back into her mouth and licked it clean.
“I love you too.”
Watching them, I must admit that I was rather mystified by this woman’s behaviour. She said she loved this man, and yet not half an hour ago, she had been having wild sex with another guy! I guess we coins will never understand the concept of marriage.
Andrea went to the bathroom, and I could hear the tap running…she was washing the cum off her face! Her husband pulled up his trousers. When Andrea emerged, he took her in his arms and kissed her.
“Come on. We’ll be late,” she said.
Andrea kissed him again, then she reached to where I was lying on the chest of drawers and picked me up. The world went dark as I was dropped into the pocket of Andrea the cheating wife, and she carried me off to spend me wherever and whenever she had the need.
