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The only thing I could hear in the semi-dark hotel suite was our heavy
breathing. I felt Jonathan's thick organ throbbing and I started to grind
my hips into his. His beautiful cock was sliding in and out of my wetness
- I was so drenched that I could hear its wet entry and exit with each
thrust of his body into mine. The sensation was unbelievable, for when I
concentrated, I could detect each contour and ridge of his sex as it
penetrated me, making my insides sing with stimulation. I moved faster,
bringing on my own orgasm. He choked back a laugh and came deep inside me.
A few last contractions rippled through my tunnel, and my lover shivered
then giggled. I laughed, too, and he propped himself up on his long, lean
arms.
"This is the kind of sex you remember for a lifetime," he said.
I laughed again and reluctantly loosened my grip on his hips. He
rolled off me onto his back, still holding me close. We both lay on top of
the covers, staring up at the big ceiling mirror, and when our eyes met in
the dim reflection, we both started laughing all over again. iI turned
over onto my stomach so I was right up against my lover , and tickled him
from his nipples down to his navel with my fingertips, lightly sliding my
fingers over his warm shaft.
"Hey, luv," he said softly, his english accent music to my
all-too-american ears. He tried to push my hand away, but I was
persistent. "Give me 20 minutes...please....," he begged, and I leaned up
to kiss him.
"Ok, but that's all," I said, then slid off the bed.
In the bathroom I turned on the water, filling the big marble tub,
and eased myself into the water. Every inch of my skin felt alive. I
looked down at myself as I caressed my breasts. My nipples were hard, just
peeking out of the water as I lay back. I closed my eyes and listened to
the water rush out of the gold-trimmed faucet. When I opened my eyes, my
lover was standing over me.
"What's up?" I asked, throwing a handful of water up into his face.
He knelt down and leaned close to give me a wet, lingering kiss.
"The phone's ringing."
"Cool," I said, slyly, standing up and stepping out of the tub. i
reached for at towel, but then I dropped it to the floor. As I bent to
pick it up, I felt Jonathan's warm fingers slide lightly across my peach
and into the moist dent of my cunt.
"I thought you said you needed 20 minutes!" I teased, not moving
away. I touched his organ and felt it twitch and start to stir.
"I lied."
I laughed and he pulled me to him. His light pink shaft was
beautifully snuggled against my hip, and I slid my hand onto the back of
his slim neck to pull him close. We shared a deep kiss, but he playfully
slapped my ass and said, "Go answer the phone before I take you right
here!" I kissed him once more and ran back into the bedroom.
I picked up the receiver and flopped down on the bed.
"Hello, luv," I cooed into the mouthpiece, yanking back all the
covers and crawling between the sheets.
"Hello, Amber." I heard my husband's voice, as soothing and sexual
as ever.
"Are you enjoying your stay in London?"
"Oh, very much!" I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
"I've taken care of most of the business things I came here to do, and now
I'm just...sightseeing."
With my last words, I looked up and saw Jonathan peek around the corner
from the bathroom and grin at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and kicked
the sheets off, exposing myself, and sent a hand south to spread my lips
for him. His eyes were riveted to the steamy pink flesh of my pussy. He
licked his lips and I felt myself grow wetter.
"it's been a long week without you." my husband confessed, and I
admitted the same.
"But I'll be home in less than two days," I said. "Then we can
catch up on lost time!"
"Like lying you down on the dining table and covering you with
whipped cream?" he asked innocently, an I closed my eyes at the sweet
memory of our honeymoon.
"Yeah," I sighed. Balancing the phone in the crook of my neck, I
slid my other hand slowly down and manipulated my hardening nipple. I
spread my legs apart as far as I could, ran a practiced finger up and down
the slick diversion of my body and softly begged, "Tell me what you would
do if you were here with me now."
"Well," his voice lowered to a taunting, seductive tone, "First,
I'd undress you and run a hot bath. While you soaked, I would feed you
frozen raspberries. I would dry you off when you got out, and lay you down
on the bed. I want to kiss you, Amber, and taste the sweetness of your
lips...."
Just then, Jonathan came into the room and silently pressed the
button for the speaker phone. Then he took the receiver from me so my hands
were free. The sound of my husband's gentle voice dominated the room, and
I sighed as Jonathan lay next to me and kissed me deeply.
"I want to kiss my way down your neck," he told me, "to see the
smooth flesh still untouched - just before I give a love-mark, to show the
world that we made out like teenagers, just before me made love like
animals..." My husband's soft laughter echoed around us, and I felt
Jonathan take the liberty of sinking his teeth into my neck, just above my
left shoulder, his lips and tongue creating an obvious sign of my naughty
vacation activities.
"Then I would kiss my way down to your belly button, stopping only
to inhale the musky - sweetness of your breasts. I know your nipples are
hard right now, their color turning a darker shade of pink and screaming to
be sucked, to be bitten..."
Jonathan obliged, making my body sing as his mouth saturated each
of my stiff nipples until I felt my thighs dampen. Even though the lights
were low in the big hotel room, they were strong enough for me to see
Jonathan carry out each of my husband's erotic suggestions.
"Finally, my love, I would reach the point where I can run the wet
tip of my tongue through your dark, wet muff. I want to gently pull your
sweet lips apart far enough to see your tight, pink hole, to taste your
honey. Mmm, it's so good..."
I heard myself moan as I reached down to feel Jonathan's dark red
hair between my fingers. he held the petals of my flower wide open and he
gently sucked my nectar.
"It seems like it's been forever since I've felt you wrap your
wetness around my shaft, as I ease into you..."
When the head of Jonathan's generous cock slid into me, it went so
deep he seemed to touch my soul. i tried to suppress a squeal of delight
but failed, and I couldn't stop myself from giggling from the intense
pleasure of this new kind of "phone sex." I held tightly to Jonathan's
strong arms and pushed him over so I was now on top.
"I love to see your full breasts bounce and jiggle as you ride my
cock..." my husband hoarsely whispered. Could he see us? It seemed so.
Jonathan's head was almost buried in all the fluffy pillows, but I could
see that his light blue eyes were fixed on my tits. My flesh bounced
heavily each time I raised and lowered my hips on his stiff manhood. He
gave me an evil grin and wrapped his arms around my waist so he could pull
me down to him. "..smothered in your flesh." My husband's voice reflected
his pensive state of mind. "I miss the taste of your nipples on my
tongue...."
Each time I molded myself to my lover's body, his coarse pubic
hair tickled my sensitive clit, and I listened to my breathing as it got
quicker and raspier. Jonathan's large hands on my hips led me through our
bout, and pretty soon I collapsed and begged, "Now..." He got me onto my
back again and moved right above me. He pounded into me roughly, and the
sweat collecting between our bodies cooled me off as my lover heated me up.
"You're about to come now, I can hear you," my husband stated, his
voice calm and sensual.
I felt the big shaft working me from the inside out, the fat head
making tiny popping noises each time it emerged from the tight sheath of my
body, his balls slamming against my dripping cunt. Jonathan reached for my
clit, rubbing it with his big thumb. He caressed it so softly amid the
heated intensity of our coupling - I marveled at how he could concentrate
so hard as pleasing both sides of my sexuality. His cock was assaulting my
insides, making the honeyed walls of my tunnel tremble, while his slippery
finger drew tiny circles over the very center of my soul. I felt my orgasm
looming over me like a hurricane before it hit. I pleaded, "Now.. with
me... right now..."
All the words in the world couldn't describe the orgasm I had in
that dark hotel room, 6,000 miles away from home. I was no longer aware of
anything, nor did I want to be. I had just had sex with the two men in my
life, but there was only one present. I shivered as the pleasure seemed to
linger in certain spots within me.
Jonathan had collapsed on top of me, not breathing a word. I
could still feel his shaft deep inside me, and I squeezed my love muscles
around him. He laughed a little and kissed me once more.
"Damn, I wish I were there," my husband softly said, with a tinge
of regret in his laughter.
Jonathan laughed right out loud and said, "I wish you were here,
too, 'cause she hasn't slowed down once tonight!"
My husband got a good laugh at this comment from his best friend
of 10 years. "That's my girl!" he said proudly.

~The End~


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