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His hands touched the softness of her waist. Her tongue was deep in his mouth, enjoying the squirming sensation as he wrestled her. She could feel the wetness of her pussy dripping slowly onto his ready cock. “Soon”, she whispered. Slowly she moved up and down, using the juices to lubricate him prior to entry. As she did so, her long black hair fell down around his head. Flinging it back, she looked down at the man she had seduced. She loved fucking someone other than her husband. It brought a spice to the relationship, something that nothing else - not wine, not lingerie, not even porn - could bring to it. It was something she had come to love.
The act itself was precarious, dangerous and absolute ecstasy. It was thrilling, seducing a man, making him want her, making him need her, making him take off his clothes like they were on fire. Now she straddled him, rubbing her hardening clitoris against his cock. Slowly, slowly, she teased him, hearing his moans of pleasure.
She had no set lover, just friends and coworkers of both her and her husband. They came to her needing relief and she enjoyed satisfying them, feeling them fill her with their manhood, wanting nothing more from them than a hard cock between her legs.
Her current lover was a co-worker who sometimes allowed him to be seduced by her. He knew how she and her husband were, what their needs were and what they wanted. She had wanted his young and virile cock since early that morning, and spent the entire day at the office coercing him to go home with her. She had nearly taken him there on his desk. Finally, they had arrived in the safety of her home and the pleasure quickly began.
Desiring something more than what he was currently offering her with the kiss, she slid down his belly and took him into her mouth. Cock was amazing; it was so rigid, yet soft and pliable. It tasted of her, the salty sweet liquor that oozed so readily from her when aroused. She turned her attentions to sucking his cock, making the fluid pour from the aperture. He moaned dramatically and she pressed down beneath his balls to prevent him from coming. His muscles clenched excitedly but his cock did not explode all over her. No, she wanted that to happen inside her.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “Patience.”
“Gods, I want to cum in you.”
Both her and her husband had been sterilized, learning early on in their marriage that neither would be able to satisfy the other. Realizing that one cock and one pussy would never be enough, both had given into their carnal urges and spent long hours fucking and tasting anyone they could coerce into their bed. Her husband enjoyed watching her being sucked and then fucked. She loved watching him turn into an animal with his rapid solid thrusts. She was proud of her husband’s fucking ability.
She wasn’t bisexual as a whole as she enjoyed cock entirely too much to ever let another woman interfere in her pursuit of men. Women just didn’t have those six inches between their legs. Their tongues were all right, but she never felt as good as when a man was just inches from her face, breathing heavily upon her, sweat melding between the two. Nothing was as good as that. Nothing was ever as good as when the cock expanded just moments before it came. Unless it was two cocks.
Rising, she straddled him anew, again rubbing herself against his throbbing cock. Using her hand, she held his penis aloft and slowly, deliciously lowered herself onto it.
“Oh, god!” he cried out. She laughed, enjoying his torment. Barely letting the bulbous tip inside her, she rocked up and down on her thighs. He arched his back, but she matched his ascent and did not allow him a deeper penetration. His face redened and he breathed heavily. “You’re tormenting me!”
“But is it really torture?” She lowered herself a half an inch, feeling the head slip fully inside her. Nearly loosing control, she swooned and grabbed for his wrists as the pleasure rushed from her groin up to fill her body. He moaned pitifully again and half-heartedly tried to escape her grasp.
She felt hands on either side of her waist. Her husband’s aftershave wafted around her. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour. His hands slid up her sides and grabbed her breasts. “Why do you torture him so much?” her husband asked.
“Because I want him to last as long as he can.” That said she sat down on the man’s cock, allowing the wash of fulfillment to bathe her body. Slowly she began to rock on the hardness, hearing the tormented gasping of the man beneath her. Her husband’s hands flowed up her neck, and down her back. His fingers danced over her flesh and he pushed her down to meet the man’s hungry mouth. Instead, her breasts were enveloped by her co-worker’s mouth as her husband slid up behind her.
Her ass was high in the air and she felt the anticipation building. “Yes,” she moaned as the combined sensation of her anus being touched with her husband’s lubricated cock and her breasts being sucked by the younger man beneath her slowly overwhelmed her. She felt a slippery pressure and she spread her legs wider to accommodate her husband’s cock. There was a brief but intense movement and her husband was now within her. She moaned deeply, her passion rising with the amount of pleasure she was experiencing. Other women found pain in being taken in both ways simultaneously, but not her. There was nothing better than being taken in every orifice. Only her mouth remained free, but someday, that too would be filled, accepting, demanding, wanting. But not tonight. Not enough cocks in the room.
Both men remained still, too engrossed with their own pleasure. Gradually she began to move against them, using their bodies to rock together. She could feel their cocks rubbing together within her, and she wondered if they could feel it. Beneath her, the young co-worker released her breasts, crying out in ecstasy. His cock grew in size beneath her and she felt him explode. A little disappointed, she increased her pace, not allowing him to exit. She clamped down with her muscles, urging him back from deflation. He responded, moving his body against hers. Her husband’s cock glided and flowed, working her ass until it accepted him like her cunt.
Her husband was ready to cum; she could tell that his first and most magnificent orgasm was on the verge of arriving. She increased her pace, sensing her own climax on the horizon. She disregarded everything else, now enjoying the rapid movements of the men she was sandwiched between. She felt her husband expand and felt the hot steaming cum begin flowing. His erection stimulated the one beneath her and she felt her co-worker’s cock burst forth a second time. The one-two punch of simultaneous orgasms sent her own culmination rushing up to meet her.
She cried out loudly as the climax began its journey through her body. Her cunt and ass clenched up and down on their cocks, milking them of any fluid remaining in them. Her body became motionless as the orgasm slowly diminished.
Both men were still, allowing her the courtesy of enjoying the afterglow of the encounter. Her husband slid from her body first. He walked away, not saying a word. She turned her head and glimpsed his cock, still fully erect and demanding, as he entered the bathroom. She kissed the tip of her coworker’s nose, rising off of him and bouncing off the bed. “Time to leave,” she stated unceremoniously.
“What?” he asked, still dazed from his multiple orgasms.
“I have others to satisfy, namely my husband.” She stood up and followed her husband into the bathroom. “Lock the door on your way out, will ya?”
She left him there, exhausted and vanquished, on the edge of the bed. She had a date with her husband’s cock.

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