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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 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.