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Hey Elsa,
How are you?! I know it’s been a while since I reached out, but I’m designing for a new musical that’s workshoping in Manchester. That’s where you live right?
Anyway, if you’re interested, I’d love to see you and meet your husband. Maybe we can do dinner.
Hope to hear from you!
-Chris
I read the Facebook message then read it again and then a third time. I hadn’t heard from Chris in over five years so to suddenly get a message from him wanting to catch up was a total shock.
Five years earlier I had been working as a costumer in Chicago when I had met Andrew on a vacation to Manchester and we’d been together ever since. I’d wrapped up my work in Chicago and moved to Manchester permanently in just four months. Once I thought about it, I don’t think I even saw Chris before I left. Had I even said goodbye?
I closed my laptop and collected my things to head to the costume design class that I was teaching next. Moving to Manchester, I’d been lucky enough to get a job teaching costume design and running the costume shop at the University of Manchester. I pushed Chris’ message from my mind as much as I could, but as I observed students sketching in class, memories of Chris kept popping up.
To call Chris my ex-boyfriend would be an overstatement. We met when we were both working on the Lyric Opera production of Sondheim’s A Little Night Music. I’d first seen him up in the rafters hanging lights before a dress rehearsal. He wasn’t overwhelmingly hot, but there was something about his quiet confidence that attracted me right away.
After being introduced and a couple weeks of flirting we had gone on a couple dates but we both knew pretty quickly that a future together wasn’t likely. We just didn’t have enough in common, especially in what we wanted in life. Chris was happy to keep doing his lighting work for the rest of his life, going from city to city designing and installing and never finding a permanent place to call home where as I knew that I wanted someone that would settle down with me eventually. But for as much as we knew that a relationship wasn’t right for us, neither of us could deny that we had a serious sexual connection.
It was primal.
And both of us had felt it from the first time we talked. The first time he kissed me it was like electricity passed between us and from then through the run of the show, every moment that we weren’t working we spent fucking. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other; the lust was uncontrollable.
That show had ended and since we’d already figured out that a relationship wasn’t in the cards, we went our separate ways. Chris went on to a ton of other jobs but every once in a while he’d be in Chicago for a few days on an interview or a tour or sometimes even longer on a residency or workshop. And every time he came to Chicago I got that same text from him.
“Hey, I’m in town. Wanna meet up?”
And I never turned it down. We had sex in hotel rooms all across the city and more than a handful of backstages in theatres too. Sometimes he’d come to my apartment and on one very desperate occasion, in a terminal restroom at O’Hare when he had a layover.
Thinking about it felt like a different lifetime.
Before I knew it class was over and I was done for the day. I packed my laptop up, but not before opening up Facebook to reread the message one more time. I considered a reply, but decided to give it more time.
I took the Metrolink across the city and walked the last few blocks from the station to home: the adorable three bedroom house I shared with my husband. Suddenly I felt a little guilty realizing is spent that last couple hours daydreaming about the amazing sex I used to have with someone else. But I reminded myself that there were some incredibly important differences.
I had loved the carnal, lust fueled encounters with Chris, but I had not loved him. Our connection was totally physical.
With Andrew it was everything else. We have mind blowing sex but it is a reflection of our love. Our emotional connection is unbreakable and in the end that matters more than any amount of crazy lust.
By the time I got home I’d decided to forgive myself for a little reminiscent daydreaming and as I started prepping dinner I couldn’t help thinking back on my favorite interaction with Chris.
*****
He texted me one night when I was working on the costume crew of a preBroadway production of On Your Feet. Chris was in town with the first national tour of Beautiful: The Carole King Musical and I’d seen him two nights prior for drinks followed by a good time back at my apartment. His normal text came through, “Show’s over. Wanna meet up?”
I was instantly turned on and would have loved to rush out for a quickie, but unfortunately it was my night to do laundry after the show. Every show has nightly laundry, but a choreography heavy musical needed lots of laundry done every night so I was in for at least four more hours of washing, drying, and ironing. I texted back my regrets and went to switch over the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
When I got back to the main room of the costume shop, my phone was buzzing with a call from Chris.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I really can’t leave before the laundry’s done. We have a matinee tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I get it. But I’m at the stage door, come let me in,” he answered.
“What? Really?”
“Yeah, and it’s cold out here!”
I jogged down the hall to the stage door and cracking it open I saw that Chris was there standing in a black pea coat holding a large to-go cup.
“Hey!” I smiled letting him in.
He handed me the coffee and kissed me on the cheek. “I know you don’t like coffee, so I got you a highly caffeinated tea since I know you’ll be here late.”
“Awww, that’s so nice!” I took a sip of the tea and we walked back down the hall to the costume shop.
“Listen, I know you’re working tonight, but this is my last night in town. We pack up and head to Detroit after tomorrow’s show,” had said.
“Oh shoot,” I said. “Another night together would have been really nice.” I gave him a wink and rubbed his arm.
Chris gave me a mischievous look, “Why do you think I’m here?”
He shrugged his coat off his shoulders and threw it on the work table before putting his lips on mine and kissing me hard. As his body pressed against mine I could feel his hard on through his jeans.
I pulled back, “Oh my God, you’re really ready!”
I grabbed Chris’ hand and pulled him into the laundry room where the two washing machines and two dryers were both whirring at full speed. We made out more while I undid his belt and the closure on his jeans. Slipping my hand into his boxer briefs I grasped his fully erect cock and sunk to my knees.
I blew him for a while until Chris pulled me back up and shoved down my own jeans. He hopped out of his jeans and underwear and grabbed a condom from his pocket. As he slipped it on to his cock, I hopped up onto the washing machine behind me. From the rhythm of the machine beneath me, I could tell the machine was in it’s first spin cycle and about to go into the “agitate” phase. Chris stepped up and entered me quickly and fucked me on that washing machine.
When I felt the machine start to really vibrate beneath me I yelled, “Let’s change positions!” and he let me down. I spun around and leaned over the washing machine, making sure my clit was right against the vibrating machine when Chris entered me again from behind.
He fucked me for what felt like ages while I came over and over with his cock in my pussy and my clit against the vibrating washer.
*****
I was chopping lettuce and thinking about that night when I heard Andrew arrive home from work. I put down the knife and ran out to greet him, by this time I was pretty turned on and I knew Andrew wouldn’t turn me down for a pre-dinner quickie.
I pulled him into the living room to ride him on the sofa. We both came right as the oven beeped to tell us that our dinner was ready.
Over dinner of chicken noodle casserole and salad and glasses of white wine I came clean.
“So babe…I got a Facebook message from an old, American friend today and he says he’s visiting Manchester in a couple weeks,” I said, quickly taking a sip of wine.
“Oh? Which friend?” Andrew asked, munching his salad.
“…Chris Baldwin,” I said meekly. Andrew had heard enough Chris stories to know exactly who I was talking about.
Andrew wasn’t nearly as phased as I expected. “The friend-with-benefits lighting guy, right?”
“Yeah,” I was surprised at his calm reaction.
Andrew continued to eat, “What’s he up to?”
“Well he’s coming to Manchester for a lighting job and he asked if we wanted to go to dinner with him.”
“That sounds nice. I’m sure you’d like to catch up and see an old friend from Chicago.”
“Really? You’re totally cool with this?”
Andrew smiled and took my hand, “Of course. Did you think I’d feel threatened?”
“No, I guess I should have known that you’d be totally cool about it,” I laughed.
“Although, I assume the amazing little quickie on the sofa was due to some memories today?” he asked.
My jaw dropped open, “You know me way too well, Andrew Bennett.”
Andrew laughed and we went on with dinner and our night as normal.
The next day I messaged Chris and told him Andrew and I would love to see him when he came to Manchester and we exchanged a few messages over the next couple weeks to set up our dinner details.
When the night finally arrived I was pretty nervous. Before Andrew got home from work to pick me up, I changed outfits at least four times. Obviously I wanted to look good, but I didn’t want Andrew to think I was trying too hard to look good for an ex. In the end I settled on a little black dress that made my boobs look amazing.
Andrew pulled up right on time and we headed to Piccolino. Andrew could, of course, tell that I was nervous.
“My love, there’s no reason to be so anxious. This is going to be fun. I can’t wait to meet a man that used to bring my wife so much…pleasure.”
“You naughty boy,” I giggled. “I bet you’re enjoying seeing me squirm like this.”
Andrew laughed, “It is nice to have you as the one being tormented for once.”
We got to the Piccolino right on time. As we waited a moment our table Andrew stepped into the restroom which is exactly when Chris walked through the door.
“Elsa Larsson…Or I suppose it’s something different now?”
“Elsa Bennett,” I smiled and we hugged. “It’s so good to see you Chris.”
Chris stepped back and looked me over, “God Elsa, you still look great.”
“Thanks, Chris.” The way he looked me up and down felt exactly like it used to and I felt a little flutter in my chest. Andrew reappeared to save me from the awkwardness.
“Ah, you must be Chris. I’m Andrew, Elsa’s husband.” They shook hands and we were taken to our table.
The waiter asked for our drink order.
“I’ll have a hard cider…and I think the lady will have a vodka cranberry. Is that still your preferred drink, Elsa?” Chris asked.
“It is,” I smiled.
“And I’ll have a bourbon on the rocks,” Andrew added.
The dinner went well; the three of us chatted and caught up. My anxiousness was almost gone when halfway through the meal I felt a shoe-covered foot caressing my bare leg. I glanced at Andrew wanting him to cool it, but he was taking a bite of fettuccine alfredo and not paying any attention to me at all. It was looking at Chris, that I realized it was his foot against my calf. His eyes were sparkling with excitement and the old chemistry that had pulsed between us all those years ago was back just as strong as ever.
I knew I was being uncharacteristically quiet over dinner but Chris and Andrew had plenty to talk about. As we finished dinner I was feeling very ready to get home. I was definitely anxious to get to bed with Andrew and release the pent up sexual tension I was feeling. Chris, however, had a different idea. He ordered another round of drinks for the table and sent his card with the waiter to pay for the meal.
“Wow, thanks Chris. You really didn’t need to do that,” I said.
“It’s my pleasure. I’m really really glad you agreed to meet up. And since I have no idea if work will bring me back here again I’m gonna shoot my shot.”
Andrew and I exchanged a confused look.
“Andrew, I’m sure Elsa has told you that we have quite a history.” Andrew nodded slowly indicating he did indeed know.
“It was pretty obvious to me the moment I arrived that the sexual connection between us is still as intense as ever. I’m at the Hotel Gotham just around the block and I would really love it if we could go there together…for old times sake.”
Andrew and I both sat silently.
“Andrew, obviously Elsa is your wife so you’re welcome to watch and even join in if you’re up to it,” Chris threw back his drink and emptied it. “I’m going to head to the restroom and give you two a minute to discuss it. If the answer is no, it’s no hard feelings, but I think it would be a really great time.”
Chris stood and strode away leaving us shocked.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe he just ‘Indecent Proposal-ed’ us,” I said, shaking my head.
Andrew didn’t reply.
“We should go,” I said, reaching for my purse but Andrew stopped me.
“Elsa, let’s talk about this.”
“Are you serious? You think I should go with him?”
Andrew spoke slowly, carefully considering his words.
“On my birthday two years ago, you brought in another woman to fulfill my fantasy. Chris is someone you have a clear connection with. I could feel it this whole time. If you have any interest at all in being with him one last time, this is your chance.”
“Andrew I don’t need anyone else but you,” I assured him.
“I know, but he did say we could both go along…it could be a threesome focused on you.”
My stomach tensed in horror and excitement at the possibility. If I was honest, I did want Chris; it was like my body was still addicted to him after all this time.
I looked down at the table and tried to think clearly but the craziness of the idea was hard to grasp. Chris reappearing made me look up and in that moment I had to make a decision.
“Alright Chris, we’ll go with you.”
Part 2: Andrew
Before we even left the restaurant I could already feel the sexual tension building, and I think I was feeling just as excited about the prospect of what Elsa had agreed to as she was. Okay that’s probably not true, because just from the expression on my wife’s face as we made our way to the door I knew she was both surprised at herself for agreeing to Chris’ proposition and incredibly turned on by the idea.
If she’d surprised herself, Elsa hadn’t really surprised me. I had heard plenty about her past with Chris Baldwin and their lust-fueled hook-ups to know that she still had lasting sexual desires for him, and even as we’d spent time together at dinner I could feel the simmering tensions between them.
It had come initially as a shock, that even after years without seeing each other the chemistry was still there, but not something I felt threatened by. I was secure enough to know Elsa was with me because she loved me and nothing could break that bond, we’d proved that to each other in our first threesome, and truthfully after we’d opened up our marriage that time the idea of maybe one day doing it again had been a source of excitement between us. I had just never thought we’d be doing it with another man. Now it was going to happen I found I was not repulsed by the idea, nor was I feeling jealous or anxious that very soon my wife could well be fucking another man while I watched. If anything I was feeling a strange sense of intrigue as to what it would be like. It was the same feeling I’d gotten at the beginning of each of our many adventures together.
“The Hotel Gotham is only a short walk away, we can be there in no time if that location is okay with you two?” Chris asked as we stepped out of the restaurant into the warm night air.
I couldn’t help but remember that the Hotel Gotham was the setting of our first – and only threesome to date – with a woman called Kira who Elsa and I had enjoyed some fun with as a birthday present to me some two years previously. It only seemed right that our second threesome take place there too, only this time I’d be sharing my wife with her former fuck-buddy.
I gave Elsa a brief glance before I answered and saw that her beautiful blue eyes were sparkling in the light given off by the streetlights, and I could see in them just how much the anticipation was building within her.
“That’s fine with me,” I said to Chris who was looking at my wife with a knowing smile curling his lips.
“Yes!” Elsa said quickly, giving her approval of Chris’ hotel room as the location of our latest triste and I saw her blush a little at how eagerly she’d spoken.
“Perfect, shall we get going then?” Chris asked, although it was more a rhetorical question as he set off walking down the street before either of us answered.
I knew Elsa wanted this, as I said I had felt the sexual tension all through dinner, and in truth the more I thought about it the more I was getting turned on by the idea of seeing Elsa fuck another man. We’d talked about it as a fantasy before, watched videos of others doing it, and had some mind blowing sex ourselves afterwards, now it was time we stopped watching and experienced it. In an instant an unspoken agreement was made.
I put my arms around my gorgeous wife and pulled her close to me, holding her tight and kissing her lips to seal our pact before we separated and went to catch up with Chris who had moved away from us but had then stopped to watch our moment of silent interaction. I think he was relieved that we hadn’t backed out.
All three of us walked together, Elsa and I side by side with Chris on the far side of her. There weren’t many people around which I was thankful for, there was so much sexual anticipation between us all that I was afraid others would have been able to pick up on it. For the most part we journeyed in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts and feelings. I know from speaking to Elsa about it later that she was getting more and more aroused the closer we got to our destination. She told me her pussy was soaked even before we went in, and all she could think about was the potential things we could do.
I was thinking about the same things. As we walked toward the hotel I felt my stomach tighten as I imagined what it would be like to watch my wife fuck another man. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t nervous at the idea, but I was excited by it too. I kept imagining sitting in a chair with my eyes fixed on Elsa’s sexy naked body as she wrapped her legs around the man she’d once upon a time fucked out in the open on top of a tower on a hill back in Chicago and almost got caught doing it, and was now taking her to his hotel room to fuck again.
It caused my cock to jerk in my pants, and any lasting doubts that may have been lingering in the back of my brain were pushed away. We were going to do this, and it was going to be enjoyable for all three of us.
As we walked I took her hand in mine and squeezed it gently, and I was delighted when she returned the gesture. We stayed that way, hand in hand, until we arrived at the hotel, it was just a small thing but it reassured me that whatever happened, however much she enjoyed the experience of fucking her ex again after so long, it wouldn’t change her feelings for me and neither would it change mine for her.
“If you two want to go wait at the elevator I’ll grab my room key from the receptionist,” Chris suggested as we finally stood in front of the huge Hotel Gotham building.
“Sounds good,” I replied, and took a long look up at the building looming over us.
The place held so many great memories for me, not just of the threesome with Kira, but of other wild encounters that Elsa and I had shared there. We’d done date nights where we’d pretended to be strangers picking eachother up in the hotel bar, and having very crazy sex filled one night stands behind our made up partner’s backs. That had been a fun way to spice things up.
We walked in together, but as Chris headed for the reception desk where he joined a short queue of people waiting to get their keys too, Elsa and I turned and walked toward the elevator, finally giving us a little time alone.
“So, are you excited? Nervous?” I asked, and had to smile at the look Elsa gave me.
“Both. I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Elsa replied in a low voice, as another young couple joined us by the elevator. Their arms were around eachother and their attention only focused on the other, obviously we weren’t the only ones in for a fun night of fucking in a hotel room.
“I know; me neither. But I’m getting more and more turned on by the idea of seeing you with someone else again,” I confessed as the young couple got into the elevator and the doors closed.
“Really?” Elsa asked, looking up at me and scanning my face with her eyes.
“Oh yes, here, see for yourself,” as I said that I took Elsa’s wrist and guided her hand to my crotch, placing it on the hardness of my cock that was being held in check by my pants.
“Oh fuck, you’re hard!” Elsa gasped and looked around quickly to see if anyone had heard her, she’d said that a little louder than she’d wanted to in her shock. Nobody seemed to have noticed and she relaxed a little bit.
“I’ve been thinking about watching you getting fucked by him, I don’t know why but it turns me on so much,” I whispered as an older gentleman arrived at the elevator now, he had grey hair and a big white moustache, and was dressed very smart. “Does it turn you on too? Knowing you’re going to be fucking Chris again very soon?”
Elsa groaned as I whispered those words to her while the distinguished gentleman stood just a few feet away. It was really fun saying such dirty things to her whilst someone else was close by, because I knew it was making her more aroused and she was finding it harder to hide.
“Come on… tell me honestly,” I encouraged in a quiet voice.
Elsa blushed and looked around before she bit her lower lip. She waited for the ding and the doors to open allowing the old man to enter and leave us alone again before she brought her eyes back to mine and spoke.
“Honestly yes. Andrew I’ve been thinking about all the times we used to fuck back before I met you, and it’s got me so turned on I could almost cum instantly!” Elsa confessed and I could see the excitement ripple across her face at that moment. I suspected her knickers were soaked.
“Naughty girl,” I teased and felt my stomach tighten in excitement. Just knowing Elsa was so hot right now, that she could so easily be pushed over the edge had my arousal boiling up inside me. I could only imagine how she was going to respond when she was actually fucking Chris.
“I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about how he used to make me cum, how it felt to have him inside me and knowing you’re going to be there when he fucks me again after so long is driving me crazy!” Elsa said eagerly and I could see the sparkle in her eyes.
I looked over at the reception desk and saw Chris was getting the key. It was only seconds now before he would be joining us and then we’d be heading to his room. Thinking that made my heart race faster. I was nervous but not scared, it was like my first time with Elsa all over again.
“Got the key, you ready to go up?” Chris asked as he joined us, giving Elsa a smile as he saw her face. He knew her so well, almost as well as I did, and obviously could tell just how ready she was.
“We are,” I said, answering for both of us, and giving Elsa a wink, reassuring her that I was okay with what was going to happen. She smiled and mouthed “I love you” to me behind Chris’ back as he hit the button for the 5th floor.
“Great, because I can’t wait to relive old times!” Chris said with a laugh as he looked at Elsa and let his eyes roamed up and down her beautiful body, lingering on her cleavage, I noticed.
The trip up seemed to take forever. We had the elevator to ourselves, which I was thankful for because it allowed us to release some of the anticipation that we’d been feeling since Chris had made his proposal.
“Andrew, did Elsa ever tell you about the time we fucked in an airport restroom?” Chris asked me casually and then looked at Elsa to see her reaction.
“Not in detail,” I said and looked at my wife too who gave us both a look that spoke volumes.
“That was my favourite time with her. She was really into it knowing we could get caught. And let me tell you, your wife has a little minx inside her. I’m sure you’ll see that again tonight!” he said and winked at me. I knew for certain he was right.
“Oh trust me I know, and I look forward to seeing it unleashed,” I chuckled, feeling the nerves returning a little now we were so close to the event happening, but they were overridden by my excitement.
“Andrew has seen that side of me many times in this hotel,” Elsa said looking at Chris with a smug smile. “Especially on his birthday when I brought another woman.”
Chris looked shocked at Elsa for a second and then turned his attention to me, raising his eyebrow curiously, asking what she was talking about, but I just gave him a shrug.
“You’re not the only one who has some exciting stories to tell about being with Elsa,” I grinned, leaving him to wonder about the details.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened at that moment, preventing him from pushing for more details as Elsa suggested we get to the room right away, she couldn’t wait any longer, the sexual anticipation was palpable and thick in the air.
The room was down the corridor, so we all walked together and then Elsa and I stood back while Chris used his cardkey to open the door and let us in.
Since he had booked into the hotel not expecting company, Chris had not chosen a room with a big bed, but I was glad to see that there was enough room for two to have fun. And because the Hotel Gotham is a pretty high end establishment all the rooms also had other amenities in every room such as a chair and desk to work at.
“God I love this hotel,” Elsa said to the room in general as she sat on the bed, bouncing on it a little, and looking eagerly at me as Chris closed the door behind us.
“Me too, so many memories,” I said with a grin as my cock stiffen again whilst I watched Elsa lean back, her big tits pushing out and straining against her dress, the swell of them so arousing as was the way she had her legs spread slightly, giving me a great view of her underwear.
“We’ll make plenty more tonight too,” Chris said, joining me in watching Elsa who was loving the attention of two sets of eyes on her as she fluttered her eyelashes at us and smiled.
She slowly widened her legs and pushed herself back up into a seated position on the edge of the bed, letting her hands rest on her thighs which I noticed, either consciously or subconsciously, she started to stroke sensually.
“Why don’t you two get comfy while I just pop to the bathroom for a moment!” Elsa said in a low voice that never failed to turn me on. Judging by the hungry look in Chris’ eyes it had the same effect on him.
We both watched as Elsa got up and sauntered to the bathroom, stopping at the door and looking over her shoulder, smiling as she saw both our eyes on her arse and giggling at the excited look we both shared and wiggling it for our viewing pleasure.
“Be right back boys, don’t go anywhere,” she teased and closed the door leaving Chris and me alone.
We didn’t really speak, it’s difficult to know what what say to the man about to fuck your wife while you watch, but neither of us felt uncomfortable either. We just gave each other a conspiratorial look and then started to undress as we waited for Elsa to reappear.
Once we were down to our underwear we took up different positions in the room. Chris sat on the bed where Elsa had been moments before, and I sat on the chair, both of us eager to have her return and for the fun to begin.
“Are you both ready?” Elsa’s voice came drifting through the bathroom door a minute later.
“Yes!” I said back and Chris added his affirmation quickly afterwards. I knew we were both eager and ready.
“Are you sure?” Elsa asked, teasing us.
“Yes!” we said together this time and a little more firmly, which made us both laugh.
“Okay if you’re sure,” Elsa said and the bathroom door opened, revealing my gorgeous wife standing in all her almost naked glory, just a tiny black thong covering her beautiful pussy.
Both Chris and I stared at her, our eyes taking in her beautiful white skin and feminine curves. I almost forgot for a second that Chris was even there because all I could focus on was Elsa, my cock stiff and throbbing as I watched her walk into the room again, her tits bouncing every step before she stopped and looked at me then at her ex.
“Mmm yes I can see you are both very ready!” Elsa said seductively as she looked over at my hard cock straining in my boxers and then down at Chris’ in his briefs again for the first time in years.
Watching Elsa standing so close to another man, her naked body on display for him, inviting him to take her, was much more arousing than I’d even thought it would be, and I could tell it was for her too. She loved showing off her body; she got off on the exhibitionist element of it, so having another man looking at her as well as me was really getting her aroused.
“So are you going to make me wait another five years for an orgasm, or are you going to make me cum right now?” Elsa asked her ex with a hungry smile, her eyes now focused on him.
Neither of us said a word back. I sat in my chair, as Chris stood up and stepped toward Elsa and for the first time in my life I watched as another man placed his hands on my naked wife and pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss.
Part 3: Elsa
Chris’ kiss felt so familiar in that nostalgic way. His lips pressed hard on mine and the rough hair of his beard rubbed my upper lip and my chin. It was aggressively passionate and I remembered how in the moment he had always made me feel like he needed me physically.
Chris was aggressive and rough. Almost immediately his tongue was pressing into my mouth and his teeth bit my lips and tongue. His hands were grasping the flesh of my ass hard and I felt his erection through his briefs against my stomach.
It was like we had been transported in time five years and I almost forgot that Andrew was even in the room until Chris broke the kiss and looked over at my husband, sitting on the edge of his seat.
“Now’s your last chance to change your mind,” he said with an evil smile. Andrew gave him a nod of permission and Chris was off.
He pushed me down onto the bed and attacked my breasts-something he had always loved to do.
His mouth latched on to my right nipple while his hand kneaded my left. Back when we had been hooking up regularly, it was normal for me to find bright red bite marks or purplish hickies around my nipples the day after we’d been together and on more than one occasion he’d left my nipples so tender that I could barely stand to wear a bra.
This was no different as he suckled, bit, and altogether ravaged my breasts. He switched to the other side with his mouth and I couldn’t help but arch my back to encourage him. My hand went to the back of his neck, feeling his prickly hair cut short.
“Oh my god,” I gasped at the intensity with which he attacked me.
Chris’s mouth stayed on my nipple as his hands traveled down my torso and found the thin black elastic of my thong. He yanked it off me, eliciting another gasp from me. He pressed a hand over my mound and I’m sure he could already feel the damp heat coming from below.
Chris had never been keen to go down on me-something he assured me wasn’t just me-but he made up for it by having the most amazing fingering skills. Even now, my pussy knew what to expect and was pulsing for it.
His thumb found my clit and he rubbed it gently before dipping a finger down between my pussy lips.
“Fuck, you are wet!” Chris laughed and plunged one long finger deep inside me.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. And his mouth came back down to my rock hard nipple, biting it again while he slowly stroked his finger in and out of me.
I was writhing under his hands immediately and soon he upped the game by adding a second finger.
“Your pussy loves my fingers, doesn’t it Elsa?” He growled.
“Mmmmmmm, yes!”
He moved faster and taunted me again.
“You’re gonna cum in my hand, aren’t you, Elsa?”
I nodded and bit my lip, starting to feel the waves of pleasure mounting.
Soon Chris was slamming his fingers into me hard and fast and I felt my pussy clamp down and my head rolled back in the bed as I moaned through my first orgasm of the night.
Chris’s hand slowed and he pulled out of me bringing his drenched fingers to my mouth. I readily opened my mouth to suck on his fingers.
I thought I heard a moan of appreciation from Andrew watching behind me and that encouraged me to keep going.
I reached out to Chris’s lap and felt his rock hard cock through the cotton of his briefs and stroked him. He smiled and hopped up on the bed and pulled me up to my knees with his crotch in front of my face. I pulled down his underwear and his cock bounced free.
Seeing his shaft again made my mouth water. I hadn’t seen a penis other than Andrew’s in nearly four years and seeing a circumcised cock again was a treat.
“I can tell you missed this,” Chris said and he grasped the back of my head bringing his cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and he plunged in. He didn’t want any coy licks or fancy tongue work; he wanted his cock down my throat and I was happy to take him.
He moved his hips forward and back and each time the tip of his cock would hit the back of my throat. I could tell he loved it and he was already struggling to hold back from filling my mouth with his cum.
And I was right because not long after he released my head and jumped back down to the floor.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he paced in a small circle, trying to control himself. “You have gotten even better at that!”
I sat proudly on the bed with a big smile on my face.
“She’s had lots of practice,” Andrew added from across the room which made me laugh.
Chris was taking some deep breaths but his eyes were back on me. I gave him a smile then laid down to spread my legs. It had been minutes since my pussy had gotten any attention so I started to rub my clit while I waited for Chris to come back.
“I don’t know about you, Andrew,” I said to my husband. “But I think I’m game for a few rounds with Chris.”
“Absolutely! As long as you want to go, my love,” he agreed.
Chris smiled. “Well in that case…”
He pounced back on the bed and grabbed my hips, rolling me over to my stomach then pulling me up to my knees to align his cock to my pussy from behind. Then with one hard spank on my arse, he entered me to the hilt. He didn’t take even a second to warm up, but started to pound me as hard and fast as he could. His hands were kneading into my ass as he fucked me and I was moaning and yelling right away.
I wasn’t surprised to feel his thumb on my tight little asshole while his hips hit mine. Chris had always begged to be allowed access back there and I had never relented back then but now I had some better experience.
I looked back and encouraged him to put his thumb in my ass.
“Do it!”
And I felt his thumb enter the first inch of my asshole while his cock continued to pound into my cunt.
I knew if I could keep this amazing situation going, I could have a mind blowing orgasm, but just as I got focused Chris pulled his cock out of my pussy and shot his cum all over my lower back and arse.
“”Oh fffuuuuuuuck,” he moaned as he came, painting my back white.
I looked back to smile at him, knowing that I had plenty of time to get there again that night.
Chris leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing a towel off the nearby counter to clean me off.
He leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily while he recovered.
I pushed myself up on one arm and looked at both men, still looking at my naked body.
“Chris, why don’t you freshen up before we go again?”
He wandered off to the bathroom and looked at Andrew.
“Care to hop in here?” I asked.
Part 4: Andrew
“Of course I do!”
I grinned as I stood up from the seat where watched my wife getting fucked doggy style by another man, and I could feel Elsa’s eyes on my throbbing cock, still hidden by my underwear, as I moved toward her on the bed with her legs open and pussy offered to me.
I was very eager to take over from Chris as I got to the bed. Watching him bring Elsa to orgasm with his hand had been very exciting, I had especially liked his aggressive dirty talk, and I had enjoyed the sight of him taking my wife from behind even more than I had expected to, but now it was just the two of us again I had a desire to reclaim Elsa as mine, and I knew exactly how I wanted to start.
From past discussions with her, I knew Chris was always very reluctant to go down on Elsa when they were fuck buddies, something I was not reticent about doing. In that moment I had an overwhelming urge to do to her what her ex wouldn’t and bring my wife to the height of pleasure with my mouth before I too had her.
“Spread those legs wider baby, let Daddy lick that wet pussy he loves so much,” I winked as I dropped to my knees and caressed Elsa’s thighs with my hands, slowly pushing her knees apart as I lowered me head but didn’t break eye contact with my wife, bringing my mouth down between her legs slowly as I wet my lips in preparation.
Elsa giggled and then moaned as my breath touched her wet lips, my tongue flicking out and touching her dripping pussy, tasting the arousal that even then filled my nostrils and drove me wild. Chris had already made her cum once with his fingers and I knew she had been on the edge whilst he had pounded her from behind, but he’d finished before she could, I wouldn’t let that happen twice. I was determined to finish what he’d started then move on to giving Elsa an orgasm exclusively from me.
“Oh yes!” Elsa groaned as I ran my tongue up her engorged lips, savouring the taste and feel of the slick folds of skin as I did so. I could feel her body shudder as a tremor passed through her centre and it encouraged me to quickly attack her throbbing clit.
I didn’t build it up slowly, I knew from the subtle signs her body was giving me that Elsa was already close, the taboo excitement of having two men sharing her body one right after the other was a huge factor in her arousal no doubt, so I just went right for it.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” Elsa cried as I took her clit between my lips, sucking it eagerly and flicking it with my tongue, my eyes closed as I just focused on what I was doing, not needing to see as I knew every inch of my wife intimately.
I spent a few seconds sucking her clit, listening to the moans escaping her throat as I lavished attention on that nub of pleasure, then without any hesitation I pulled my lips away and shoved my tongue between her wet pussy lips, my taste buds alive with the heady intoxicating flavour of Elsa post one orgasm and building toward a huge second one.
It occurred to me in that instant that I was eating Elsa’s cunt mere moments after another man had been fucking it, his cock stretching her as he’d pounded her from behind whilst I had watched, and truthfully knowing that had my cock throbbing hard in my underwear, it also pushed me to attack my wife with even more vigor.
“Fuck yes Andrew! Oh fuck I’m going to cum! You’re going to make me cum!” Elsa screamed loudly as her toes curled up and her head fell back whilst I moved my tongue around inside her dripping pussy and rubbed my nose into the fine hairs that adorned her mound above her clit.
I loved hearing Elsa cry out like that, because in the back of my mind I knew Chris must have heard her cry of pleasure from the bathroom. He would hear Elsa at the edge of climax and know it was me who had brought her there. He’d know I could make her orgasm hard, that I knew exactly what she liked and how to give it to her. I’d brought her to the edge fast with my tongue, and now I wanted to push her over that edge.
I doubled my pace, getting my lips involved and running them on her outer pussy lips as I licked inside eagerly. I took in deep breaths of her intensely pungent scent as I rubbed my nose on her clit, shaking my head slightly side to side as I ate Elsa’s cunt, stimulating her nub to help get her there while I fucked her pussy with my tongue.
“Yes! Oh my God fuck yes! Oh!” Elsa cried out as her body tensed up. I felt her pussy tighten on my tongue as the orgasm ripped through her body and from the way she shook and trembled I knew it was a big one.
Just as Elsa came all over my lips and chin, I heard the sound of Chris’ footsteps as he returned from the bathroom doorway where he’d been watching. He gave an approving nod and mumbled “well done” as he admired the sight of my wife in full blown orgasm. It was a big turn on, and an ego boost. Just knowing that Elsa’s ex was impressed by how fast and how hard I’d made her cum, really made me feel good.
“Fuck Elsa, you always look so sexy when you cum! Let me see that face!” Chris said from somewhere off to the side of us, I couldn’t see him because I had Elsa’s quivering thighs either side of my head.
I looked up at my wife’s face from between her legs and saw her turn her head to the left. She was looking right at Chris as she came on my face, and I am sure that sent a surge of added pleasure through her body because her orgasm seemed to intensify a little more for a second or two.
“Oh God, that was so good! Nobody licks my cunt like you Andrew, you make me cum so hard and fast. It feels so good!” Elsa said in a rasping groan as she placed a hand on my head, fingers playing with my hair, and I knew that had been said for Chris’ benefit more than mine, Elsa wanted her ex to know that whatever happened tonight it was me she was with, and I did things for her he never did.
“I could eat you all night baby,” I said pushing myself up from her crotch, my chin slick with her wetness, remembering that Chris had offered his fingers to her mouth after Elsa had cum on his hand, and I’d watched approvingly as she’d sucked them clean, I decided to give him the same experience and crawled up the bed and on top of my wife before I kissed her deeply, sharing the juices on my lips and tongue with her.
I heard the moan I had wanted from our viewer as I pushed my tongue into Elsa’s mouth, and for her part Elsa did put on a good show, wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning into my mouth as our tongues wrestled each other, and I pressed my frame down onto her sweat slicked body.
“Elsa still likes the taste of her own pussy I see; she always did,” Chris chuckled as he watched us make out, my hands now cupping Elsa’s big tits and squeezing them, rubbing on the erect nipples I had watched her ex maul and bite so hard just a short time before.
“I prefer it on lips rather than fingers these days,” Elsa smiled as she briefly looked at Chris who had sat in the chair where I had watched him fuck my wife. “Now you sit there and let me focus on my husband fucking me!”
I grinned down at Elsa as she grabbed my underwear and pushed them down my thighs, allowing my cock to spring free, the shaft throbbing wildly in my excitement. A part of me was thrilled by the idea that someone else was watching, it was the same part that had enjoyed our previous threesome with Kira, although having another woman watching me fuck Elsa had been very different than another man.
“Mmmm make me cum again Andrew! Fuck me with this big cock and make me cum!” Elsa purred as she took hold of my cock and stroked it up and down a little, her palm wet enough that it lessened the friction and allowed it to slide along my length easily, caressing and squeezing and making me groan in pleasure.
I knew Chris was eagerly watching as I could feel his eyes on us, but I quickly forgot about him when Elsa guided the head of my cock to her opening, the warmth and wetness of her pussy making me groan as she pressed the tip between her spread lips, and then let me go, allowing me to dictate when I thrust into her.
I didn’t waste time. After watching her getting fingered and fucked, then eating her cunt myself until she’d cum yet again, I was more than ready to fuck her brains out, so with little more than a wink I slammed my hips forward and sank my full length inside.
The feel of her tight inner passage enveloping my shaft was exquisite as I slid every inch of my cock balls deep into Elsa in one long hard forward push of my hips. The wetness of two orgasms within 10 minutes of each other, brought about by myself and her ex fuck buddy, meant I had no problem at all in pulling my cock back out and slamming hard into Elsa again a second later.
Soon the room filled with the sounds and scents of our intense fucking. Our groans and grunts and moans were loud and frequent, and adding to them was Chris as he watched and threw out the odd lewd comment, which Elsa seemed to especially enjoy. She’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist and having Chris watch was really playing up to that aspect of her personality.
For my part, I mostly forgot about Chris and just focused on Elsa. I thrust my hips hard back and forth, driving my cock deep enough that our bodies slipped loudly together before I pulled out once more, enjoying the feeling of her inner walls squeezing me like a vice, almost like she didn’t want me to withdraw. I knew after everything that had happened so far that night I couldn’t last a very long time, and wanted to get the most out of this before I got too close to the edge.
“Oh yes, you feel so good baby! Hmm so good!” I grunted as I slammed deep again, bringing a loud moan from Elsa’s lips as the bed creaked under our bodies.
Elsa had her eyes shut and her mouth wide open as I fucked her, and a steady stream of gasps and cries were spilling from her lips, and again I was really enjoying knowing Chris was watching and listening to her excitement.
“Oh God, I’m so close again! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Elsa cried suddenly, and her body gave off the not so subtle signs of another impending orgasm. Her pussy was rippling along my cock with every thrust and her thighs were tensing, her hands raking down my back and nails leaving red marks.
“Fuck, Elsa, again?” Chris asked with a smirk as he watched my wife claw my back whilst I thrust my shaft deep and pulled back out of her again, my own body tensing now too as I rapidly approached climax.
“Oh God, yes again! And I want more before the night is over!” Elsa cried out as her latest orgasm hit, her body shaking as her eyes rolled up in her head, a squeal of pleasure filling my ears as I felt her pussy grip my cock as it contracted around me, her muscles spasming and the sensation driving me wild.
I completely lost the last bit of my self control at that moment. I’d been trying to keep from finishing for as long as I could but with the added stimulation of her orgasm and the effects it had on her body and mine as I lay on top of her with my cock buried deep, my resolve was all but gone.
“Fuck I’m going to cum!” I growled and just had enough time to pull out and aim the tip of my cock at Elsa’s belly before my balls emptied and a thick jet of sticky white cum spurted out, splashing down on her pale white skin in a long streak.
That first spurt was followed by a few, each one less powerful but adding to the mess on her stomach, just like Chris had covered her back and arse when he’d reached his climax and emptied himself before me.
I waited a few seconds until I was sure I’d shot the last of my seed onto Elsa’s messy stomach before I pushed myself off of her and retrieved the towel that had been used to clean Chris’ cum off her back, offering it to my wife who accepted with a thanks and started to clean herself up.
“Two loads of cum in one night, one on your back and one on your front… you dirty girl!” Chris said as Elsa wiped her belly with the towel and then lay back panting and recovering a little, her tits raising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath.
We let Elsa take a short break, after the intense orgasms she’d experienced I knew she needed a drink of water before we did anything else, but I knew just from how he was eyeing her and the comments he was making after a few minutes that Chris was eager to have another go with Elsa, and I was happy to let him if Elsa was up for it too.
“You feeling okay for another round?” I asked as I brought a glass of water to my wife, still naked and now propping herself up on her elbows just as she had when Chris had gone to the bathroom and she’d offered herself to me.
“Hmm yes I am… but I have something special in mind,” Elsa said, looking at us both with a wicked grin then taking a big gulp of water. “Hope you two are fully recovered and up for what I want next…”
Part 5: Elsa
Somewhere between being fucked by Chris then fucked by Andrew, I realized that I was in the middle of a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was going to take full advantage of it. I’d already had both men cum on me and we could have called it a night and gone home with some wonderful memories, but I wanted more.
I drank the water that Andrew brought out to me. He’s so sweet and always has my comfort at the front of his mind. It was a perfect little reminder that while Chris’ physicality and passion was incredibly sexy, it was Andrew that loved me.
I pulled myself off the bed and shook out my hair that had been pulled and mussed over the last half hour.
Chris was still seated in the corner and he was quite noticeably almost back to full erection. Andrew was closer to me and I knew he’d bounce back quickly too. I put my hands on my hips and spoke to both of them.
“Alright, you’ve both had your way with me and I think it’s my turn to call the shots.”
Chris laughed and looked at Andrew, “Demanding little thing, isn’t she?”
“She always knows what she wants,” Andrew agreed with a smile.
I was standing at the foot of the bed and I beckoned them both to come join me. Andrew reached me first and I reached up to kiss him hard. Then as Chris arrived I kissed him, suckling his tongue and feeling Andrew’s hands on my waist and ass. I pulled Chris’s hands to my breasts and loved the feeling of not two but four warm hands caressing my skin. Both of these men had already had me tonight and now I was going to have them at the same time.
I reached down to grasp both of their hard cocks and happily found both hands very full.
I locked eyes with Andrew and could tell he knew what my next move would be. I sunk down to my knees and Chris caught on as well.
“Oh shit,” Chris gasped as I stroked both their cocks on either side of my face. I knew I was making a popular porn fantasy come to life and it was just as exhilarating for me.
I kept my hand moving on Andrew’s shaft as I turned to Chris and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. It was just a tease though because then I turned and did the same to Andrew.
Both men had taken steps even closer to me. Their cocks pulsed in my hands and I could hear both of them breathing heavily while I went back and forth kissing and sucking the heads of their cocks. I made sure to always lock eyes with the man whose cock wasn’t in my mouth because I loved the look of longing as they waited their turn for my hot mouth.
Chris, ever the dirty talker, encouraged this. “Fuck Elsa, suck his cock. Yeah, you slut you love having his cock in your mouth in front of me, don’t you?”
“Oh yes I do!” I giggled as I switched back to his cock and jerked Andrew.
My husband was so turned on by all this and I felt his hand grasp my hair and pull my mouth back to his cock. He pressed himself down my throat until Chris pulled me back and, turning me back to him, shoved himself back into my mouth. I was going back and forth from cock to cock until finally, grasping them both I pulled them both to my mouth at the same time, letting my tongue massage both of them at once.
Chris and Andrew seemed surprised by the sudden contact, but let me sloppily take both their cocks into my mouth for a moment before Chris stepped back.
I leaned back on my heels, giving myself a breather. I felt the moisture of tears from gagging on two cocks that wet my cheeks.
“Goddamn, Elsa,” Chris laughed. “You are a kinky thing.” I loved the admiration in his voice as he said it. I saw the huge smile on Andrew’s face as well knowing he was the lucky recipient of my kinky behavior.
“What can I say? I really like cock!”
I stood up and crawled back up onto the bed.
“So who’s ready for a trip to Paris?”
Both men stared at me for a minute and I rolled my eyes. “Chris get up here and fuck me.”
The realization hit them both and they exchanged a look of wide eyed excitement. Chris jumped up on the bed and got behind me. He quickly lined his cock up to my opening and pressed inside my still sopping wet pussy. Andrew wasn’t far behind and he’d already climbed up on the bed and positioned his cock in front of my face. I opened my mouth and he slid in and started to gently fuck my mouth while Chris fucked my cunt.
I heard the high five and the laughs between Andrew and Chris as they completed the Eiffel Tower above my back. They continued to fuck me like that for a while and when I was ready for a change I stopped Andrew and pulled him down to look me in the face. Chris went on slamming into me, content to do so for hours.
I kissed Andrew and whispered in his ear, “What do you say to one more crazy fantasy?”
“Anything darling!” He agreed without a second of hesitation.
I smiled and kissed him again. I looked back at Chris and said, “Take a break big boy,” and he reluctantly pulled back from my ass.
I pressed Andrew down to lay on his back on the bed and I straddled his hips to take him inside me once again.
The filled feeling of my husband filling me from below me made me moan even after the fucking I’d just been receiving from Chris. I rubbed lightly on my clit while I rode Andrew and I knew he was feeling the effects as he gripped my hips to get as deep inside me as possible. Chris watched from the head of the bed, cock in hand. I turned to him and reached for his crotch and he eagerly moved closer to get his cock in my mouth while I rode my husband.
I felt an orgasm approaching and I ground my clit against Andrew’s lap, letting the orgasm take over while Chris’s cock hit the back of my throat.
Since Chris and Andrew were both on their second round of the night, I knew they could both ride through my orgasm and keep going so I felt free to completely let go and ride my high as long as possible.
As my massive orgasm finally started to dissipate, I pulled my mouth from Chris’s cock and looked up into his face.
“Remember what you always wanted in Chicago that wouldn’t let you do?” I purred.
“I wanted that sweet ass on my cock,” he confirmed.
“Tonight you can’t have it.”
Chris let out a sound that told me just how wonderful he thought that idea was and he moved himself behind me again. I leaned down over Andrew so Chris’s cock could line up to my asshole.
He smacked my ass cheek and laughed at the tight pucker of my asshole as the tip of his cock pushed against it’s opening. Below me, Andrew had taken one of my bright red, bite marked nipples into his mouth to suckle while I was about to be double penetrated by two men for the first time.
I heard Chris spit into his hand and rub the tip of his cock, trying to lubricate it to slide into my tight asshole.
“Fuck Elsa, your ass is so tight,” he groaned as the first inch or two of his cock pressed inside.
Even if I had a response I couldn’t have made one because the feeling of Andrew filling my pussy while Chris pushed into my ass was too overwhelming.
“But you like it, don’t you, Elsa?”
Chris’s mouth was just behind my ear now as he pushed farther into my asshole and held his hips tight against mine and growled into my ear.
“You like having both your holes filled, don’t you, you slut?”
“Yes!” I whimpered and I felt the tears of overwhelming pleasure starting to roll down my cheeks.
With Chris filling my ass, I wasn’t even moving above Andrew but he was feeling the movements of Chris against the thin wall between my pussy and my asshole and I could tell that was bringing him enough pleasure to keep him hard as rock inside me.
Chris hadn’t moved quickly, just gyrating about me, but he started to lift his hips and slowly fuck into my ass.
Andrew pressed up into my pussy at the same time and soon the three of us found an amazing rhythm that had us all rocketing toward release.
“Oh fuck. Your ass is gonna make me cum!” Chris yelled above me.
“Oh Elsa, I’m gonna cum too,” Andrew
“Yes! Yes! Fill me up! Fill up both my holes!” I screamed. Later I would be shocked with myself for saying something so filthy, but in the moment I was their slut begging for their cum.
There was a waterfall of orgasms. Chris exploded into my ass which made me climax and bear down on both cocks inside me which sent Andrew over the edge filling my pussy with his cum. Our trio of moans was sure to be heard by any guests wandering the hallway of the hotel at that moment.
*~*~*~
After we had all relaxed, Chris pulled out bringing a trail of sticky white cum from my asshole. I rolled off Andrew leaving another mess from my pussy. The three of us took a quick shower where the petting and making out continued. I would kiss one man while the other rubbed soapy hands over my body then switch.
But at last we were all exhausted and Andrew and I pulled on our clothes and our coats and headed for the door.
Chris pulled me into a hug and I gave him one final deep kiss.
“It was so great to see you again Chris,” I smiled and said goodbye as if we just caught up like old friends.
Andrew offered his hand to Chris and they shook.
“Nice to finally meet you, Chris. If work brings you to Manchester again, let us know!”
Andrew and I stepped out into the hallway, walking away from a fantasy night that could only be recreated in our dreams.