One of my earlier stories is about Cindy’s first visit to a party house, and mine. In the thrill of writing it and getting close to the end of the evening, I rushed to finish it, leaving out a very interesting part of the story.
Without rehashing too much of the story but setting the stage, Cindy and I had gone to a party house in spite of my objections and a long list of rules basically designed to stop Cindy from doing all the things she did anyway. Surprisingly, instead of being upset, I ended up having the best time of my sexual life.
Fast forward to the part where I find Cindy lying in the center play area of the party room, and I lay beside her naked body. I can see in the low light the glistening pearls and often streams of cum on or near her lips, especially the corners, where the cum has dribbled out. Also, elsewhere on her face, her tits, her nipples, and her belly, there is cum. A man is still ardently pumping his cock into her pussy until the throws and convulsions of ejaculation bring him to withdraw. He squeezes and pumps a sizable remainder onto that short furry triangle above her pussy lips. We leave the party room hand in hand. A quick trip to the ladies room and she is cleaned again, the dark cherry gloss is restored to her lips. We sit in the main social room, she has put on her see through nightey top. She doesn’t even bother looking for the bottoms, but she does sit on a towel. Cum is still dripping from her pussy. We enjoy a glass of wine and try to make small talk. It’s not that easy to make small talk with your wife while the cum of a number of men keeps oozing from her pussy. I try to be subtle as I glance down at the shininess around her pussy. Finally, I drop all pretence of subtlety, I part her legs, and I stroke the wetness, the blend of her juices and an equally considerable amount of cum. She is very sensitive but is also twitching with excitement. That pussy is clearly ready for more action.
As much as I came here to fuck a number of other women, the only one I can think of, that I want to fuck right now is her. I tell her that. She smiles. So we walk back to the party room, the nightey top again discarded as she resumes laying on her back, her legs open, and I assume the position another man was in only a short while ago. I can feel the cum both against the inside of her thighs, around and deep into her pussy, It isn’t long before another man approaches on his knees, cock in hand, gently stroking it… slowly moving his cock towards her face and those glossy dark cherry lips. In the first story she just takes the cock in her mouth. She did indeed, it just didn’t happen that quickly.
As I have mentioned before, even though I know so much of what she has done, one of her rules was for separate rooms when we played with other people. Believe it or not, she was shy in front of me. And tonight I had seen her with someone else’s cock inside her and she wasn’t quite sure either of us was ready to have her suck someone else’s cock in front of me. The man with the cock in his hands slowly approaching her mouth had no way of knowing that it was her husband who was fucking her and that we were going through a minor issue. He kept on inching his cock closer. At some point, she did turn her head towards his cock and reach out with the tips of her fingers and touch it. I’m sure the man with the cock in his hands was now getting excited, and I was as hard as I could be. She turned and looked at me, not quite sure what she was expected to do next.
I leaned down and told her in a very nice way that the man had placed his cock there so she could suck on it. While still looking at me, she did begin a stroking motion along the man’s cock. As she took on the role of the hand motion, he stopped, not wishing to interfere with her work. As his cock and her cherry red lips were now only an inch apart, she finally made the gesture of sticking her tongue out to lick the tip. Again she looked at me to make sure it was ok. Her lips were parting, her mouth opening, her eyes now looking at him and his cock . Only then, finally did she take his cock, his whole cock into her mouth and began working that special magic of hands, lips and tongue. I wrote of his orgasm and mine in the first story.
In the first story, I said that being exhausted, and seeing a look in her eyes that said she wasn’t, I left to wait for her in the social room.
That’s true
In fact, I had rolled off, and I did see that there was another man behind me, his cock was also in his hand. Cindy had also seen that cock and was the reason, part of the reason she was not ready to leave the room quite yet. It was a large cock. Not huge, not one that would hurt, but one that Cindy clearly wanted inside her and looked forward to. As he moved ever closer, even another man had approached her mouth with his cock. She had whispered in his ear and he had moved away. I left too.
Later, while dressing to go home in the social room, she told me about those whispered remarks, She had told the second man with the cock approaching her mouth that she had just wanted to fuck the man with the large cock first. She told him that she needed to fully concentrate on it and suspected that she might need to take deep breaths and wanted to be free to moan a bit. She told the man to be patient. He had seen her swallow the cum of the previous guy and was looking forward to that treat. She had told him to be patient and he would be rewarded. So I asked her if it had been a good idea not to try to fuck the one while sucking on the other… She said “Oh yes.”… Then I asked her if the second man had waited around for his reward. She said: “Oh yes.” And, did he get his reward? She said: “Oh yes.”
I then told her that she had been in that room far longer than one fuck and one suck would normally take. She looked at me, smiled and said: “Yes I was.”
Then we left. All I could think of was the rest of that story.