1. Nervous


    Date: 1/30/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    to Lou, and as I suck I feel him firm up. I go back to Kevin, get a little reaction from him, and start switching from one dick to another, sucking both to a state of boniness. While I indulge, the men attend to my needs, my hair and shoulders are stroked, my teats are softly massaged, Kevin gets behind me, pokes a finger into my womb, begins a pleasant in and out movement. After some time, I realize that Lou is rigid again, more than hard enough for pleasant penetration. I turn as quietly as I can to Kevin, kiss him, and discreetly appeal, "Would it be all right with you if I take Lou again?" I'm pretty sure that Lou can't hear me, I don't want to make a scene if Kevin doesn't want me to make love to Lou again, I want everyone to save face. But Kevin's up for it, he says, "Sure," and pushes my ass toward the other man. Lou's still sitting on the sofa, and I rise, face him, bend. We kiss again, my hand holds his dick, one of his hands is holding a breast, the other is searching for the heat of my interior. Without worry, I place a knee on either side of Lou's lap, kneel over him, and sink. We're intimate again, my moist warmth encircles the rocklike muscle, and I control the movement, I begin a motion with my hips that is both circular and up and down. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Kevin, he's placed himself in a position where he can see Lou's penis fill me up, slide in and out of me. Then Kevin sits to Lou's side, I bend from my waist and kiss my husband. He ...
    responds, grabs a teat, twists the nipple as he knows I like. Lou has his hands on my waist, helping me to rise and fall, he's trying his best to thrust up and fill me. Suddenly, I'm surprised. The various massages of the two men, separate yet somehow coordinated, enthralls me. I see colors again, briefly, just taupes and charcoals, but the insinuation of a spasm is genial, welcome. And, close to simultaneously, I sense the contraction of Lou's body and prick, he's letting loose into my chamber for the second time tonight. It's almost anticlimatic, this climax, just enough to say, gratefully, that we had one, enough to remember a fitting apex to the evening. I climb off Lou, face Kevin. "Do you want me again?" I offer. "Later, in bed, when we're alone," he counsels, a suggestion I'm more than ready to accede to. There's no rush to escape the situation, we finish our drinks, smiles on our faces, soft tones of amusement in our conversation. Occasionally one of the men strokes my hair, an arm, the underside of a breast, and I respond with a caress of my own, but it's only pampering, the way you'd pet a cat, meant only to reinforce the friendly, sensual atmosphere that remains after the eroticism. I rise, hold my hand to Kevin, and we traipse up the stairs, reclaim our clothing. Lou follows, as I dress he chooses to look the other way. I appreciate his politeness, but there's a part of me that wants him to lewdly desire me still, demonstrate his appetite. At the front door, Lou shakes ...
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