A while ago I discovered that I’m in an open relationship. Well, in actual fact, I caught my husband in an affair, and he basically said I could go fuck whoever I wanted, but he was going to carry on. I really wanted to stay married, so I moped for a while, then took him up on it. Oh boy, did I take him up on it. So now I have a stable of guys I can fuck pretty much whenever I want, and I can always find more if I want them / get bored of them thanks to Tinder. I’m getting all the cock I want and more!
Recently I went to a party with one of my guys, Philip, and stripped for his room mate, Stan, as a birthday present. He came in his pants before I got a chance to really go to town on him. Afterwards, I ended up screwing a couple of guys, and somehow losing my clothes so I had to get my husband to come and get me (I didn’t want to Uber home naked).
The day after the party, I woke up with a bit of a wooly head, and a cock between my bum cheeks. Dave had obviously woken up a little before me.
I reached between my legs and pulled his cock between my legs, then just lay and felt him slide it along my pussy, getting me horny.
He reached over and lifted my arm up above my head, then started feeling my tits. He knows just how I like my nipples played with, so he was gently twisting and pulling on them, making them stiffen.
With my other arm, I reached down and started rubbing the head of his cock into my clit as it appeared, and after a minute or so of this, it was all wet with my juices and his pre-cum, and he moved his hips down so that the next thrust put it inside me. I was really turned on by now, and I grabbed his hand and started sucking his first two fingers as I started to cum. It didn’t take long until Dave was cumming too, and we lay there tangled up together until his cock started to soften.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, and I rolled off him and made the mad dash for the bathroom.
Once I’d showered and cleaned up, I put my hair in pigtails to keep it out of my face, then wrapped a robe around myself and headed downstairs. Dave was at his computer, and I remembered that I’d grabbed the memory card from the GoPro that Philip had recording the birthday party, so I went and fished that out of my bag and brought it over to Dave.
“Here, copy this, will you?” I said, giving it to him. “It’s last night’s party video.”
He plugged the card in and started copying the video files, ignoring the other clutter on the card.
While I had my bag, I looked at my phone. There was a message from Philip, from about an hour ago.
Do you have the memory card from last night?
I texted him back.
Maybe. Do you have my clothes?
He replied almost immediately.
Yes. Want to swap?
OK. Bring them over 🙂
Let me see what today’s like. You in all day?
Mostly. Let me know
“Philip found my dress,” I told Dave. “I think I’ll go and get it, unless you have anything else to do.”
“Nah,” he said, “I guess I’ll take a look at your latest video once it’s finished copying.”
“OK, I’ll go and get dressed.”
“I don’t know,” he said, “last time you went out dressed, you came back naked, and that dress wasn’t cheap.”
“You want me to drive there naked?” I asked, smiling.
“Don’t be silly,” he said, “you can wear shoes. Fine, and a coat, I guess.”
“Hey, thanks.”
I went and found a longish coat, that came to about mid thigh, and put that on. I didn’t feel like wearing heels all day, so I put on some black socks and sneakers. I sat on the edge of the bed and texted Philip.
I’m coming over soon
He replied.
OK, back shortly. Stan should be there
I got myself collected, and headed back down to Dave. He’d finished copying the files from the memory card, and he pulled it out and handed it to me.
“I’ll see you later,” he said, turning back to the machine.
I went and got in the car, then drove over to Philip’s.
I parked in the driveway, so I didn’t have to walk far. Even with the coat on, I felt exposed as I climbed out and walked to the door. I pushed the doorbell, and waited. And waited. I was just starting to think about going home when the door opened, and Stan peered out.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Hi,” he said. He stepped aside so I could come in.
“Look,” he said, “I’m sorry about last night. You know, cumming too soon, and running off. I was just so embarrassed.”
“It’s OK,” I said. “Actually, it’s kind of a compliment… it’s like I’m so sexy you couldn’t last longer.”
He grinned, and I smiled back.
“Hey,” I said, “do you know where Philip put my clothes?”
“You left here in just your thong last night?”
“I left here in just my shoes,” I said, “that girl took my thong.”
“Diane?”
“Dunno, Philip’s friend.”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding, “Diane. No, I haven’t seen him today.”
“Fuck,” I said. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for him then.”
“OK,” he said, “do you want a coffee? Can I take your coat?”
I sort of choked, and he looked at me quizzically. I put my bag on the counter.
“Sure,” I said, “coffee would be fine.”
Stan came over and stood behind me, pulling my coat backwards. I unzipped it, sort of in a daze, and let him take my coat.
“Oh,” he said, as it slipped away from my shoulders, “you’re naked!”
“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Um, Philip took my dress, you see, um, and Dave didn’t want me to come over and lose another one.”
“OK.”
He pulled my coat the rest of the way off, and went and hung it by the door.
“You are, by the way,” he said, walking back.
“Huh?”
“You are so sexy. At least, I think you’re sexy. And the couple of times we’ve had sex, I haven’t been able to stop myself cumming.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll make that coffee now.”
“OK.”
I watched him go back into the kitchen, and I felt a little sorry for him.
“Stan?”
“Yes,” he said, turning back to me.
“Come here a sec.”
He came over to me, and I grabbed him, putting my arms around him. I kissed him.
“That’s for saying I’m sexy.”
He grinned at me. I took his hands, and put them on my bum. He squeezed, pulling me to him. I pulled myself away a little.
“Let’s try this again,” I said, reaching for his pants.
I unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down. I knelt down in front of him, and pulled his underwear down. His cock was already almost hard, so I stroked it a few times before putting my mouth over it.
His hands were hanging limply at his sides, like he didn’t know what to do with them, so I took them and put them on the top of my head. He was just sort of resting them there, and I took hold of his balls and started caressing them. All of a sudden he pulled my head towards him, and I swallowed his cock into my throat just as it started pulsating and throbbing, and he came down my throat.
I pulled back slightly when he was done, but kept the head in my mouth. I was running my tongue over it, and stroked the shaft with one hand and his balls with the other, trying to keep him hard.
I kept this up for a few minutes, and he was still hard. I let go of his cock and stood up, pulling him to the sofa, him sort of waddling along with his legs trapped in his jeans around his thighs. I was giggling at him as I pushed him down, then straddled him. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping it on the sofa next to him.
I held his cock up as I lowered myself down onto it, and slowly ground forward and backwards on him. His hands went to my tits, and I leaned back and put my hands on his thighs.
We were grinding away at each other when I heard the door open. Stan looked up at the door, nervously, and I turned to see who it was, slowing down my movements in case I had to get off suddenly. I’m not sure what I thought I was going to do – it’s not like I had anywhere to hide, or anything to put on.
Philip came through the door. He gave Stan a little cheery wave, and I started grinding on Stan more enthusiastically.
“Hi there,” he said to me. “Having fun?”
“Yes,” I said, “I’m just working on Stan’s birthday present.”
He came over and turned my head to him and kissed me. I wondered if he’d smell Stan’s cum, but if he did, it didn’t seem to bother him.
I took my hand from Stan’s thigh, and started plucking at Philip’s waistband. He took the hint, and undid his jeans, pulling them down far enough for me to get his cock out.
He shuffled around next to Stan’s legs, and I leaned towards him and sucked his cock into my mouth.
After a few minutes of trying to suck Philip’s cock while grinding on Stan’s, I let go of Philip.
I clambered off Stan, and pulled him to his feet. I turned my back to him and bent over, reaching between my legs to feed his cock back inside me. Philip had come around in front of me, and I put my hands on his hips and steadied myself as he lifted his cock to my lips. Hungrily, I sucked him in.
Stan started up a rhythm, shuttling me backwards and forwards between him and Philip, and Philip moved forwards slightly so his cock was just tipping into my throat at the top of every thrust.
It didn’t take much longer before I started to cum, being pretty much just a rag doll bouncing between the two cocks. I was still sort of out of it when Philip started to cum, catching me by surprise. With his cock in my mouth, I worked hard to suppress a cough that would spray cum everywhere. The last to cum was Stan, gripping my hips and holding me against him and he throbbed away dumping his second load of the day inside me.
We disentangled ourselves, and I started to cough, causing a blob of cum to fall onto my thigh and start sliding down towards the carpet. I know they’re guys, but that’s still gross, so I grabbed Stan’s shirt and wiped up.
Philip started laughing, breaking the tension.
I held the shirt over my mouth as I coughed the last of Philip’s cum out of my lungs.
“Thanks, Stan,” I said, “you were great. And Philip, you were as expected.”
I grinned at Philip, and he grinned back at me.
I watched as the guys got dressed.
“Can I get my dress back?”
“Oh, right, yes,” said Philip, heading to the back of the house.
He came back with my dress. It was a start, and I took it from him.
“And my underwear?”
He took my bra and thong from his pocket and handed them to me. I stepped into the thong, settling it over my hips, then put the bra on. Finally I pulled my dress over the top.
“Do you have the memory card?”
I went to my bag, and pulled the card out. As he went to take it from me, I pulled it away.
“This is just for you guys, OK? I don’t want this showing up on YouTube or anything.”
“I wouldn’t think of it,” said Philip, grinning.
Stan shook his head. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t want it getting out either.
“OK,” I said, handing him the card. “Now I should really be going, I have stuff to do.”
We said our goodbyes, I kissed them both on the cheek (I know what they’re like when I’ve just given a blow job) and I headed to the car, probably looking for all the world like a walk of shame after a one night stand pickup.
After a short drive home, I parked the car and went into the house.
Dave hurriedly appeared as I headed towards the stairs to take another shower. He was still wearing his robe, being lazy.
“How was the video?” I asked him.
“Not great,” he said, “the angles weren’t great and there were too many people. They need to set this up better and have more cameras if they really want to make a porno.”
“Don’t give them any ideas,” I replied.
“C’mere a sec,” he said.
I wandered over to him. He kissed me on the cheek, then reached around and put a blindfold over my eyes.
“Oh fuck,” I said, “she’s here, isn’t she?”
The last time he’d blindfolded me, his mistress was here. He doesn’t want me seeing her, so I guess I might recognise her or something. It’s absolutely fine that she sees me though.
“Maybe,” he said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.
We went into the bedroom, and he let go of my hand, and by the creaking, settled himself on the bed. I didn’t know where she was, but I was pretty sure she was here.
“So that’s how you went out last night, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Well, other than I was wearing heels, yes.”
“Right,” he said. I heard him get up. I stood and waited to see what happened next.
There was a tap on my right foot, and I picked it up. The sneaker and sock were removed, and a shoe, probably my heel, put on it. I put my foot down and made sure I was secure before lifting my left foot. Again, it was stripped and put in a shoe. I put my foot down again.
“OK, so that’s how you went out.”
“Yes.”
“And what happened to your clothes?”
I know he loves hearing about my adventures, and I knew he’d seen the video, so I figured I’d humour him.
“I was dancing with Stan, because it’s his birthday. I suggested he push my dress off my shoulders while we were dancing, because I was going to strip for him.”
I felt the shoulder straps of my dress slide over to my arms, and I pulled my arms out of them, so my dress was down around my waist.
“We danced like this a bit, and then I suggested that he slide it off my hips.”
My dress was slid past my hips, and dropped to the floor. I left it there, not wanting to risk tearing it by stepping out of it when I couldn’t see it.
“Stan sat down, and I came and sat on his lap. I had him undo my bra…”
I was pausing between sentences for affect.
“…and then I took it off.”
I let it drop off my arms to the floor.
“And then I gave him a lap dance until he came in his pants. The party went on, and I just hung out.”
“Dressed like that?” he asked.
“Dressed like this. Then I gave Philip, two guys and girl, Diane? a lap dance. She pulled my thong off.”
I felt my thong get pulled down my legs. Like my dress, I didn’t step out of it.
“And then?” he asked.
“Then I fucked Philip and one of the guys. Then I went down on Diane while she was fucking the other guy. I couldn’t find my clothes and you had to come and pick me up.”
“All on video?”
“All, apparently, on video.”
“OK, so what have you done today?”
“Well, I woke up to your hard cock behind me, and you fucked me from behind.”
“And then?” he asked.
“Then I decided to go and get my clothes back.”
“How were you dressed?”
“In my coat. And sneakers. And socks.”
“And?” he asked.
“Nothing else.”
“What happened when you got there?”
“Philip and Kyle were out. Stan let me in. He offered me coffee.”
“And then?” he asked.
“I sucked his cock. Then I sat on his cock. And then Philip came in.”
“And then?” he asked.
“I sucked his cock while Stan fucked me from behind.”
“And then?” he asked.
“I got dressed and came home. To you.”
I felt hands behind me. They took my hands, and tied put them in some sort of fabric cuff behind my back. My feet were lifted, one at a time, past, I’m guessing, my dress on the ground. I was shuffled forward until I got to the bed, where I climbed on to it with my knees, and was bent forward. My face was pushed down onto somebody’s lap, and I was left facing sideways with a cock against my face. It was hot and hard and smelled of pussy. I stuck my tongue out and licked it, but I couldn’t figure out a way to lift my head off his lap for long enough to give him a blow job.
“So you’ve fucked twice and given two blowjobs today, and it’s not even noon,” he said.
“Uh huh,” I said, with my tongue on his cock.
Hands appeared on my hips. Her hands, as he was above me. They arranged me, kneeling up with my bum in the air, but my shoulder was still on his legs. My legs were together, by the edge of the bed.
I felt something rubbing against my pussy. I heard squelching… I was wetter than I’d realised, and then it was pushed in, slowly. It felt like a rubber dildo, and it slid all the way in, until something was up against my bum, and then it slid out. It went like this, sliding in and out, teasing me, and I realised that when it was all the way in, I could feel her up against the back of my legs. I was getting more and more turned on, and she was speeding up too.
All of a sudden she pushed the dildo all the way into me, and I felt her lean over my back, pressing her tits into me. She felt hot and sweaty.
I was so close to cumming, and I felt myself rolling my bum sideways and backwards and forwards against the dildo, trying to get off. All of a sudden, she stood up and the dildo was pulled out of me, leaving me feeling cold and empty. And horny. I moaned in frustration.
“Do you want to get off?” Dave asked.
“Uh huh,” I said. I’d been neglecting his cock while getting plugged by the dildo.
My hands were released, and I brought them around so I could lift myself up. I lifted my shoulders so I could properly suck Dave’s cock, and once I was going, spread my legs apart, reaching between them to play with myself.
I know what I like, so it wasn’t long before I felt myself starting the climb up towards my orgasm. I pushed my face down on Dave’s cock until my face was on his tummy, and he grabbed my pigtails and held me there. I let my orgasm roll over me, leaving me shaking.
I started to concentrate on trying to get Dave off, running my tongue around the base of his cock until he let me up again.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to cum again so soon,” he said, deflating me a little.
Still, it means I was done, so I sat up. I went to take the blindfold off, and Dave stopped me.
“Not yet,” he said.
Time really passes slowly at times, doesn’t it? It could have been anything from two minutes to two hours, but Dave pulled the blindfold off.
He was wearing his robe, and smiled at me.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“I guess,” I said.
“She’s always wanted to try that strap on.”
“Strap on?”
“I just didn’t want her doing it to me.”
We both had a laugh, and I headed for the shower. Again.