It was a brilliant autumn day. Everything shone and sparkled and there was a glorious anticipation in the air.
Yet nobody really expected anything out of the ordinary.
All she was looking forward to was getting into bed with her lover, and feeling his nakedness next to her for the entire night.
It was this that she was anticipating, and her body responded accordingly at the thought of an extremely passionate night, waking up in the darkness and feeling a ready cock about to enter her.
They arrived early in the afternoon, and despite a desperate desire to feign fatigue as some hopeless excuse to celebrate her freedom, she dutifully made polite conversation with David’s friend, sipping a decent Sauvignon Blanc and munching on the feast of local purchases before them.
However, she couldn’t eradicate the thoughts of her night ahead, and often whilst David and Jim were sharing their ideas on their latest business venture, she felt her mind drifting upstairs to the huge wooden bed that she knew was clambering for her attention.
Eventually, she could contain the urge no longer and walked upstairs just so that she could familiarise herself with the room and the furniture where she was going to be both smothered with love and vigorously fucked.
The long walk down the river only escalated her anticipation. The freshness invigorated her and she enjoyed the briskness of her pace as she galloped to and fro, still thinking about the night ahead, still trying to concentrate on the natural beauty around her.
The evening too was immensely pleasurable and she laughed with the two men as they discussed their various escapades from a distant time in Mid Europe, when they were both studying for their degrees. There was something incredibly wonderful about being able to sit and discuss sexual encounters without any inhibitions or embarrassment. She wished that people were more honest, not only about their past but also about their sexual hopes.
Was there anything wrong with being a little explicit about her own fantasies, for instance? Would that be an appropriate topic of conversation?
David remembered the time that the travelling Shakespeare Company arrived in Berlin and how he had fucked Ophelia who, despite the glare of stage lights, had noticed the young man gently rubbing his dick every time she entered the stage in her negligee. As soon as the production was over, it was she that sought out her audience, rushing into the foyer as soon as the curtains closed. She’d found him easily, and had taken him back stage for a very frantic fuck before going back to his apartment for more of the same.
Jim explained how he had first experienced a threesome. His tutor had made no attempt to disguise her lust for him and in the middle of a one to one discussion about Stephen Dedalus’s psyche from a James Joyce novel he had just read, she pounced on him, offering her secretary into the bargain.
That evening they had all met at Fraulein Gerber’s maisonette and he had rogered them both senseless, yet still managed a morning wank all over them just to finish the party with a bang.
Fiona had no such experiences to share. All her sexual thoughts were carefully locked in a world that was unreal and imagined. She was a novice as far as recreational sex was concerned, and all she could offer was a memory of being somewhat drunk and watching her two friends having sex on the floor outside the University library late one night.
She’d watched with horror at their daring, hoping that nobody would see them, hoping that nobody would realise how turned on she was by this inaugural voyeurism.
The evening’s sexual nature was intensified by David ensuring that his hand slid down her blouse whilst Jim was recounting his German ménage a trois. He held her breasts firmly as Jim told of the fuck on the stairs, and it was clear that both men were aroused by the story and by the fact that there was this subtle sexuality with them in the room in the shape of Fiona’s tits peaking out of her ill-fitting bra.
Finally, it was time for bed.
It was Jim who suggested that they retire.
“You must be desperate to get his cock inside you now!” he had laughed, and Fiona made no attempt to disguise her agreement.
As they entered the bedroom, Fiona noticed a huge pile of towels that had not been there in the afternoon. Jim popped his head around the door to say goodnight, and directed his eyes to the pile that he had placed there, saying that David had suggested that more than a towel or two would be required for the juices that were going to erupt from Fiona’s fanny that night.
“Make sure they get a good douching” he said as he wandered off to his room.
They would, she thought, and pretty quickly too.
They looked at each other from their positions at the end of the bed and walked towards one another for a long and comforting kiss. His erection was there in an instant and she slipped out of her jeans to reveal her newly acquired black satin panties that were begging to be removed.
Once naked, they continued to hold one another, staring down at where their bodies were about to meet. His cock was dancing with eagerness, jumping upright and rigid as he looked longingly at the pussy and pubes he could see before him.
As they stood in front of one another, she took his cock and rubbed it up and down her clitoris until she could stand it no longer. She turned around with her hands on the edge of the bed, pushing her arse out and moved her labia to reveal a pinkness of eagerness, dripping with need, inviting his stiff one inside.
The cum poured out of her onto the wooden floor below. She was erupting and as he withdrew his cock a cascade of loveliness fell out splashing the edges of Jim’s towels.
The climbed into bed, totally wrapped in one another, oblivious to the noises they were creating. Jim wouldn’t mind. He would have expected nothing else. The realisation that David and Fiona were fucking like bunnies may even excite him and lull him into a sexual fantasy all of his own.
It is strange how everyone says that sex is exhausting, that it burns up calories and saps you of all energy when done well. Yet this night of almost uninterrupted sex was as good as seven hours of uninterrupted sleep.
When Fiona awoke a few hours later, she felt refreshed and full of life. Sex, she thought, may be energetic and lively, but for her, it was energy giving too. Without sex, she was de-motivated in other aspects of her life. Admittedly, she probably couldn’t keep this up for a week, but a couple of nights would be fine.
As soon as she opened her eyes, before she opened her eyes, she checked her cunt to see if it was capable of taking more of David’s loveliness inside her.
Everything seemed to be in working order and there was morning moistness already there to accommodate her wonderful lover.
Spooned together, she waited for signs of life, hoping that it wouldn’t be too long before he rose to greet her.
It was less than five minutes before she felt his cock tapping at the crack in her arse and she felt his grasp on her breasts tighten as he came to life once more.
He moved towards her, sucking around the nape of her neck and placing his tongue in her ear.
She arched away from him, once more pushing her bum towards his cock. Within seconds, he was inside her, at first gently moving his hips to drill his dick inside her, searching out for a G-Spot that would need very little pressure to stimulate it into action.
Just as he was about to bang her hard, there was a knock on the door.
Fiona moved forward to release David’s cock but he pulled her back, insisting without a word being spoken that he remained inside her.
Jim walked in with three cups of coffee and a bowl of fruit. He walked across the base of the bed and sat down on the chair next to the window, placing the tray on the table beside.
“I thought you might need some sustenance considering you have been fucking all night”.
Neither of them chose to deny this fact and Jim went on to complain that every time he had walked passed their doorway during the night, they seemed to be having sex.
“Did you actually get any sleep?” he enquired with a delighted smile on his face.
Still silence from the lovers until Jim suddenly realised that sex was still taking place and his eyes wandered down the bed to decipher the position that was evident for anyone with an active imagination.
“Good God man, have you still got your cock in her cunt?” he asked.
David was about to respond when there was a sudden surge of action from Fiona’s pussy.
It had always been one of her fantasies to be watched having sex, and although there was a cover over their bodies, she realised that Jim knew they were fucking. This realisation had caused a huge erection inside her that pushed hard on David’s cock. Desperate not to lose its comforting shape inside her, she prevented her orgasm from erupting and using only the pelvic muscles that she did not know were so developed, she scooped his cock back inside her, tightly and assuredly.
“You fucking horny woman. I fucking love fucking you!” was all that David was capable of saying.
He now held her tight, pushing himself further in, responding to her silent demand to remain inside her, almost oblivious to his friend who was watching on in amazement.
Jim finally asked what was going on and David explained how his lover had expelled his cock only to gather it back inside her. He explained what a complete turn on that was and how he wished his friend could see what a beautiful cunt he was fucking.
Jim responded to say that he would only be too delighted to see what was taking place beneath the covers of his visitor’s bed.
David withdrew from Fiona and pulled her onto her back. Once she was settled, he climbed on top of her into a missionary position, and slid his cock back inside her. She straddled her legs to allow him in and once she was inside her, she curled her legs around his back.
Looking over towards Jim, she noticed that he had moved his own hands towards his cock and was now fumbling under his dressing gown to reach his erection.
David glanced behind him and also noticed his friend’s satisfaction. He carefully tugged the duvet away from Fiona’s breasts, allowing Jim to see the fullness that he had held in his hands as he had fallen asleep the night before. In response to this uncovering, Fiona’s nipples sprang to life and David dived on top of them, smothering them with his mouth, still fucking her with a determined passion for her and their combined sexuality.
Fiona was delighted. Her wonderful lover was giving her the very best of morning sex and she was being watched too. She loved the idea of this other sexual man being turned on by watching his friend as he fucked his woman, even though Jim had had no sight of a cock going into a cunt.
But she held on to her orgasms, just in case a soaking of the duvet was a step too far.
David was now keen to go down on Fiona and he slid underneath the covers whilst she clasped her breasts in direct response to the motion of her lover’s tongue enticing her to a climax.
In desperation to prevent the bed getting wet, she pulled up and away from David and he returned to a lying position beside her.
They kissed once more and then lay down on the pillows and simultaneously turned their heads towards Jim.
“Why stop?” he asked. “I’m having a fine wank, looking at you too. I want to finish myself off!”
“Fiona was about to cum and I know she is worried about the duvet” responded David.
“Then move the fucking duvet and let me watch!”
David looked at Fiona, and recognising her affirmation, he jumped out of bed with his cock still erect and gathered the duvet away to reveal her straddled legs and an awaiting pussy.
Beckoning to Jim to join him at the end of the bed, he pushed her knees skyward, and moved his finger and thumb over her labia to reveal her lubricated and intensely pink pussy.
They stood there, awestruck at the beauty of the furling and unfurling of the layers of Fiona’s internal skin, all of which were full of motion as she watched their gaze.
Both men leant over as David worked his fingers inside her, pressing on the spot that was bound to cause an eruption. As he felt her orgasm rise, he pushed with force on her clitoris and immediately, she had gushed her stuff directly between where the two men were standing, showering the mirror on the wardrobe behind them.
Dribbles of cum rushed down the glass as the two men looked on in astonishment, each holding their helmets with a clogging grasp, desperately squashing the urge to splurge.
David clambered back onto the bed and pushed his cock back inside Fiona.
Jim knelt on the floor to watch, moving his hand up and down his erect one, ready to splatter its contents on the discarded and already dampened towels beneath.
“In or out?” David asked.
“Spunk all over me” she responded.
And as he withdrew to cum all over her, he heard the familiar groans of orgasm from the end of the bed.
Both men slumped in post orgasmic pleasure; one with back against the bed, one back in the bed smothering his juices all over Fiona’s tits.
Her delight was immeasurable. As soon as David had finished working his sperm into her torso, she reached for his hand to finish her off as a new influx of waters had already gathered inside her.
Exhaustion finally overwhelmed her and even the nagging concern of how they all might feel about this in an hour’s time did not occupy her mind.
In the last seven hours she had been on a journey beyond her already high expectations. Her lover had loved her all night. The sensuality of the intimacy had been almost unbearable and in direct contrast, she had also experienced this exciting and viewable fuck.
She adored all these sexual experiences for different reasons but what was utterly fascinating and incredibly powerful was the fact that sex could be so versatile.
You could have the intimacy with a single person and also share the joys of this sexuality with others, taking absolutely nothing away from the passion you felt for that one being.
If only others could appreciate this.
What more could be achieved?
“Coffee’s cold” said Jim. “I’ll go and make another batch”
And with that it was all over.
Forgotten? Who knows?
David lay down on the bed and pulled Fiona towards him. He rustled the duvet up to cover them, placed his arm around her and stroked her hair away from her face.
“You adorable thing” he whispered. “You special, special person.” ..............
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