Sweet Surrender

We went to bed last night just a little drunk after a quick drink with the neighbours turned into couple of bottles of wine on relatively empty stomachs. Friday night is cocktail night, often martini night - MM is the king of martinis - so being tipsy at bedtime is a fairly regular occurrence at the end of a work week. Tease that I am, I murmured to MM as we spooned ready for sleep:

“Wanna fuck?”

I was only half serious.

It’s just that alcohol turns me into a slut, so I get a bit naughty when pissed. I was really tired, and MM is someone who likes his sleep, so I was surprised when I felt that familiar bulge pressing into my buttocks. His remark: “are you wet?” is our equivalent of foreplay when we’re tired. Like the old joke about married foreplay: “are you awake?”

“Dunno” I said.

A quick check with his fingers confirmed that I was indeed wet, not wet enough to be completely ready (it takes a bit more than that for a girl), but wet enough for MM to push his way inside me. We hadn’t had sex for a week or so (period interlude) so he was particularly horny, and we fucked in the spooning position, with him holding and rubbing my tits hard with his free hand. One of our favourite positions is spooning with MM wrapping his arms around my body, holding each tit in his hand and using them as leverage for deep hard thrusting. It was brief and explosive, but a great way to ‘decompress’ after a long week, and relax into a deep sleep. MM was still inside me as we drifted of....

Flashback to Chad again:

It got easier. We had three beautiful encounters with Chad. Each time getting a little more experimental, all of course to satisfy the men’s fertile imaginations and wishes. The times got sexier and sexier.

I pride myself on my cock-sucking ability. I’ve always put a lot of energy into this part of my sexual repertoire, and Chad got his share. The spa continued to be the leg-opener for the next couple of times, the benefit being that the boys and their equipment were nice and clean, suckable, ready for my mouth. Chad spent a lot of time sitting on the side of the spa while MM (who had by this time introduced himself to cock-sucking as well) and I worked on Chad’s cock with our warm mouths and tongues. Then we would towel off and resume fucking on the bed.

I was so horny for these threesomes by this time I couldn’t wait for Chad to finish massaging MM, so I had to start our playtime by sucking MM’s cock while he was on the massage table. On the previous occasion, when Chad had massaged me as well, it was MM who couldn’t hold back, and while Chad had surreptitiously worked his hands down from my neck area and started massaging my tits, MM slipped his head between my legs and licked me crazy (neither MM or I wore knickers during our massages).

At our last meeting, it was straight into it...no spa. I was totally ready. I was already naked by the time the boys got to the bedroom, lying on my back with my legs spread wide apart. MM opened the lips of my cunt with his fingers to guide Chad’s cock into my swollen and wet pussy. He fucked me in a number of different positions while MM stroked me and himself, occasionally reaching down to where Chad and I were joined to feel the wetness and to squeeze Chad’s cock as it slid in and out.

It was MM who suggested double penetration. I had abandoned myself to the moment, so I didn’t protest when they manouevred me on top of MM lying on his back, while Chad pressed his hard cock against my arse. I find anal sex painful to start so it took a little while, and some patience, for Chad to work his cock into my dark star (he has a fairly thick cock), but once he was inside, I relaxed a little.

I was no longer a dp virgin!

Anal sex is pleasure and pain...“it’s a fine line between...” you know the song. Its intense, it makes you hot, my body shudders with pleasure - but my moaning comes more from pain than ecstasy! The key is to surrender - not to the man, but to your body so that you can enjoy it. It’s a little masochistic for me. Which is ok because sex in all its forms is an experience.

MM was having a ball, and later said it was the most intense feeling he had had inside a woman, having Chad filling my arse, his cock pressing and rubbing directly onto MM’s cock. MM couldn’t move, but Chad did, gentle strokes in and out of my arse. The sensation was too much for MM, and it wasn’t long before he came with deep shudders, pumping his juice into the deepest part of my sex.

Chad jumped off, gave his cock a quick wash, and came back into me with the glazed eyes of a man taken completely by lust. He fucked me with a passion, he fucked me like I like to be fucked, he fucked me until sweat poured off him, he fucked me until he came himself, mixing his juice with MM’s, deep inside me. I love that feeling so much, that of BEING FUCKED.

I thought that would be it, but no - MM has a passion for ‘cream pies’ - eating my cunt when it is full of another man’s sperm (although he likes the taste of his own as well). Thus I was treated to the luxury of being able to lie back, relax and enjoy more attention.

Chad was always in a bit of a hurry. Being a good looking guy he of course had a beautiful girlfriend who had started to wonder why it took so long to massage his sunday client. Inevitably this led to an end to our games, and soon after Chad disappeared completely from our lives for 18 months .

I had grown to really like Chad, and I found myself looking for him everywhere when I was out and about in town. I hadn’t yet learnt how to separate my feelings from playing. For me, sex before swinging always seemed to mean that you ‘had a relationship’ with the man, and I found myself being quite smitten by him. I had to learn how to separate love from sex.....it all adds to the dynamics of entering the swinging scene.

Although all of this delicious raunchy sex with Chad didn’t bring on an orgasm at the time he was fucking me, my morning kapow! moments were becoming more regular.