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arousingsounds:

I’m imagining…
She met him at his office after receiving a text, just as she was leaving home, that read, “Change of plans. Meet at my office instead.”
"Spontaneous," she muttered. That was the theme they’d agreed upon for their date. Her only job was to "go with the flow," he’d said.
When she arrived, though, she received another surprise. Him. Her husband was drinking with their former neighbor. How many times had he teased her with thoughts of her crush joining them while they were fucking? She blushed at the thought. The look he gave her made her look away. She’d never felt naked while dressed before.
Her husband rose to greet her. A lustier greeting than usual - the kiss lingering, a touch hungry, and followed by a leisurely suck at her neck. Her knees felt weak and she was short of breath by the time he released her from his grasp. He took her hand and led her to the sofa.
She felt his arm possessively perch behind her as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Spontaneous, right?” She nodded quickly. She was feeling flustered.
"Do you still want him?" he asked. She quickly looked down a the ground. My mind was racing! They had really talked about this. Without me. Fantasy was one thing. But….well, this was real.
A voice reached her from across the table. “I’ve thought of you. Often.” It said. It was his voice. Her eyes darted to him, eagerly seeking veracity to his words, before she even had time to decide if she wanted to look at him.
His face. Always honest. Always sincere. He was always an open book to her. She knew he’d wanted her, even then. But, he would never have disrespected her, her husband, or their marriage by making a first move. Even when their last party in the old house had dwindled down to an intimate triad of the three of them. Many intimate thoughts were shared but no lines were crossed.
No, this had to have been her husband’s doing. His plan. Yet, here he was. Willing. Sincere. And…what was that other look? Aroused? Hungry? Whatever it was, she liked the look of it on him.
"I’ve thought of you too," I said, shooting a look at my sexy husband. Then rolling my eyes, I laughingly turned back to our guest, "As I’m guessing you know all too well."
"I may have heard a thing or two that caught my interest," he chuckled.
And there we were. Back to us. Easy rapport. Comfort. Trust. I breathed deep and exhaled.
We sat and talked and drank. After a bit I announced that I was hungry. Both men looked immediately to one another as if I had said the magic word.
"What are you hungry for, baby?" asked my mischievous man. His hand, which had been roaming my body freely traipsed to my mouth. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip staring as my jaw went loose with realization.
"Now?" I whispered, shocked.
"Just a taste for now. Would you like that? I think our friend is in a bit of need, judging by the seam of his trousers. My eyes shot to his lap. Indeed. His cock was bulging through the fabric.
I looked into his eyes to find them laughing at me. Well, I HAD been staring quite hungrily between his legs. I crossed my own as I felt my clit throb. That action didn’t go unnoticed.
His face grew more serious immediately. A hand was extended to me with the words, “I’m yours, if you want me. This is all up to you. All for you.” I felt my husband reassuringly grip my hand in agreement with that sentiment.
Leaning over to my sweet lover, I kissed him deep while my hand traipsed to his zipper. His hand stayed my own, however, and he whispered, “Plenty of time for that later. I think someone is waiting for you.”
I turned. He raised his hand to me again. This time I accepted, crossed to him, and knelt at his feet. When I unzipped his pants, I found he was wearing no underwear and his cock sprung free. Hard, smooth, and straight, it seemed to strain to reach me.
I smiled. At his cock. Blinking, I smiled at him too. But it was my husband I stared at as I lowered my mouth to this new cock. It was his eyes I saw as my tongue darted out to taste him and lick the head. It was him who saw my lips stretch as they slid down the shaft and my hand reached out to cup his balls.
But it was our friend who felt me moan as the head of his cock reached the back of my throat. It was me who felt his cock harden to marble. We all felt him collapse in the chair as I sucked greedily at his cock.
"How much of a taste am I allowed before dinner?" I asked.
……………………………
"How hungry are you, my love? Do you want to taste his cum? Have it linger on your lips all through dinner?" her filthy but delicious husband asked.
With one hand around the base of our friend’s cock and her tongue idly tracing the rim around the head of his cock, she considered her options. Feeling playful, she slowly pulled away and snuck a look at our friend’s face. “An open book,” she thought. He was trying hard to keep the muscles of his face relaxed but his eyes screamed of panic. He was so hard, his balls had throbbed in her hand. He clearly wanted to cum but he said, “Whatever you want. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
"You couldn’t have said anything more perfect, " she bit her lip, letting the plump red flesh pop out from between her teeth. He groaned as she licked her lips.
She lowered my head and slowly took him deep into her mouth. She focused on how long she’d wanted this. She thought about all the ways she’d described how she’d suck on this cock if she ever had the chance. She considered all the moves her husband likes best. And she used them all.
Slowly, methodically. she brought him to the edge at least three times. Each time, she pulled back and resumed tickling the head of his cock with her tongue as she tugged his sack, gently, away from his body. His balls were full to bursting. He was biting his lip. His hand had lifted at least a half dozen times, only to return to the arm of his chair.
Dammit. She wanted him to lose control. She wanted him to give in to her. She wanted him to grab her hair to hold her head in place and thrust his hips at whatever speed he needs.
Thankfully her husband read the situation perfectly. A horny wife needing to feel in control and a friend not wanting to take more than is allowed. “Let go, man. She wants you to. Touch her. Talk to her. Tell her what you want. Fuck, take it, if you like. She’s waiting for you.”
She felt the body attached to the cock in her mouth tense. And then she felt his hand in her hair. She moaned with pleasure and took him deep in her mouth, rolling her tongue around his shaft. As she began to suck, She felt him hold her head still.
"No. Not this time." he said with a deep, rumbling voice. A whimper of acquiescence was all she was able to offer before she felt his hips move. Her knees went weak. The dampness between her thighs was now dripping. She clenched with pleasure as his thrusts became more urgent.
All her focus was on his cock and the seal her lips created around it. Her tongue, suction, she wasn’t sure any more if it was what he wanted. But she offered it all…in anticipation of what she was to soon receive.
Oh, and when he did cum, he let go of her head growling, “Open. Open that beautiful mouth for me. Let me see you take it. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined it. Let me see you now.”
She did. He did. Oh, it was fabulous. Thick, hot, copious amounts of cum. Strand after strand. Most of it landed in her waiting mouth. Some on her lips, across her cheeks, down her neck.
When he finished, she waited - unsure of what was allowed. She looked up, awaiting instructions. Ahhh…he had the right of it. Their friend was looking  to her husband and so did she.
"Have your taste, beautiful. You earned it," he said with pride, and no small amount of lust. With gratitude, she smiled as she swallowed and then used two fingers to scoop what she could reach into her mouth. As she sucked her fingers clean, her eyes were on her love.

arousingsounds:

I’m imagining…

She met him at his office after receiving a text, just as she was leaving home, that read, “Change of plans. Meet at my office instead.”

"Spontaneous," she muttered. That was the theme they’d agreed upon for their date. Her only job was to "go with the flow," he’d said.

When she arrived, though, she received another surprise. Him. Her husband was drinking with their former neighbor. How many times had he teased her with thoughts of her crush joining them while they were fucking? She blushed at the thought. The look he gave her made her look away. She’d never felt naked while dressed before.

Her husband rose to greet her. A lustier greeting than usual - the kiss lingering, a touch hungry, and followed by a leisurely suck at her neck. Her knees felt weak and she was short of breath by the time he released her from his grasp. He took her hand and led her to the sofa.

She felt his arm possessively perch behind her as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Spontaneous, right?” She nodded quickly. She was feeling flustered.

"Do you still want him?" he asked. She quickly looked down a the ground. My mind was racing! They had really talked about this. Without me. Fantasy was one thing. But….well, this was real.

A voice reached her from across the table. “I’ve thought of you. Often.” It said. It was his voice. Her eyes darted to him, eagerly seeking veracity to his words, before she even had time to decide if she wanted to look at him.

His face. Always honest. Always sincere. He was always an open book to her. She knew he’d wanted her, even then. But, he would never have disrespected her, her husband, or their marriage by making a first move. Even when their last party in the old house had dwindled down to an intimate triad of the three of them. Many intimate thoughts were shared but no lines were crossed.

No, this had to have been her husband’s doing. His plan. Yet, here he was. Willing. Sincere. And…what was that other look? Aroused? Hungry? Whatever it was, she liked the look of it on him.

"I’ve thought of you too," I said, shooting a look at my sexy husband. Then rolling my eyes, I laughingly turned back to our guest, "As I’m guessing you know all too well."

"I may have heard a thing or two that caught my interest," he chuckled.

And there we were. Back to us. Easy rapport. Comfort. Trust. I breathed deep and exhaled.

We sat and talked and drank. After a bit I announced that I was hungry. Both men looked immediately to one another as if I had said the magic word.

"What are you hungry for, baby?" asked my mischievous man. His hand, which had been roaming my body freely traipsed to my mouth. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip staring as my jaw went loose with realization.

"Now?" I whispered, shocked.

"Just a taste for now. Would you like that? I think our friend is in a bit of need, judging by the seam of his trousers. My eyes shot to his lap. Indeed. His cock was bulging through the fabric.

I looked into his eyes to find them laughing at me. Well, I HAD been staring quite hungrily between his legs. I crossed my own as I felt my clit throb. That action didn’t go unnoticed.

His face grew more serious immediately. A hand was extended to me with the words, “I’m yours, if you want me. This is all up to you. All for you.” I felt my husband reassuringly grip my hand in agreement with that sentiment.

Leaning over to my sweet lover, I kissed him deep while my hand traipsed to his zipper. His hand stayed my own, however, and he whispered, “Plenty of time for that later. I think someone is waiting for you.”

I turned. He raised his hand to me again. This time I accepted, crossed to him, and knelt at his feet. When I unzipped his pants, I found he was wearing no underwear and his cock sprung free. Hard, smooth, and straight, it seemed to strain to reach me.

I smiled. At his cock. Blinking, I smiled at him too. But it was my husband I stared at as I lowered my mouth to this new cock. It was his eyes I saw as my tongue darted out to taste him and lick the head. It was him who saw my lips stretch as they slid down the shaft and my hand reached out to cup his balls.

But it was our friend who felt me moan as the head of his cock reached the back of my throat. It was me who felt his cock harden to marble. We all felt him collapse in the chair as I sucked greedily at his cock.

"How much of a taste am I allowed before dinner?" I asked.

……………………………

"How hungry are you, my love? Do you want to taste his cum? Have it linger on your lips all through dinner?" her filthy but delicious husband asked.

With one hand around the base of our friend’s cock and her tongue idly tracing the rim around the head of his cock, she considered her options. Feeling playful, she slowly pulled away and snuck a look at our friend’s face. “An open book,” she thought. He was trying hard to keep the muscles of his face relaxed but his eyes screamed of panic. He was so hard, his balls had throbbed in her hand. He clearly wanted to cum but he said, “Whatever you want. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

"You couldn’t have said anything more perfect, " she bit her lip, letting the plump red flesh pop out from between her teeth. He groaned as she licked her lips.

She lowered my head and slowly took him deep into her mouth. She focused on how long she’d wanted this. She thought about all the ways she’d described how she’d suck on this cock if she ever had the chance. She considered all the moves her husband likes best. And she used them all.

Slowly, methodically. she brought him to the edge at least three times. Each time, she pulled back and resumed tickling the head of his cock with her tongue as she tugged his sack, gently, away from his body. His balls were full to bursting. He was biting his lip. His hand had lifted at least a half dozen times, only to return to the arm of his chair.

Dammit. She wanted him to lose control. She wanted him to give in to her. She wanted him to grab her hair to hold her head in place and thrust his hips at whatever speed he needs.

Thankfully her husband read the situation perfectly. A horny wife needing to feel in control and a friend not wanting to take more than is allowed. “Let go, man. She wants you to. Touch her. Talk to her. Tell her what you want. Fuck, take it, if you like. She’s waiting for you.”

She felt the body attached to the cock in her mouth tense. And then she felt his hand in her hair. She moaned with pleasure and took him deep in her mouth, rolling her tongue around his shaft. As she began to suck, She felt him hold her head still.

"No. Not this time." he said with a deep, rumbling voice. A whimper of acquiescence was all she was able to offer before she felt his hips move. Her knees went weak. The dampness between her thighs was now dripping. She clenched with pleasure as his thrusts became more urgent.

All her focus was on his cock and the seal her lips created around it. Her tongue, suction, she wasn’t sure any more if it was what he wanted. But she offered it all…in anticipation of what she was to soon receive.

Oh, and when he did cum, he let go of her head growling, “Open. Open that beautiful mouth for me. Let me see you take it. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined it. Let me see you now.”

She did. He did. Oh, it was fabulous. Thick, hot, copious amounts of cum. Strand after strand. Most of it landed in her waiting mouth. Some on her lips, across her cheeks, down her neck.

When he finished, she waited - unsure of what was allowed. She looked up, awaiting instructions. Ahhh…he had the right of it. Their friend was looking  to her husband and so did she.

"Have your taste, beautiful. You earned it," he said with pride, and no small amount of lust. With gratitude, she smiled as she swallowed and then used two fingers to scoop what she could reach into her mouth. As she sucked her fingers clean, her eyes were on her love.

(Source: gbslave)

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