His Lover & Me

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'Are you nervous -- I am?' She placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. Why did she have to be so lovely?

I sipped my wine, watching Mark over the rim of the glass; following his gaze to where it rested on the swell of Kate's breasts. Her large, dark nipples were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her skimpy top, and my own swelled and stiffened in response as I watched him instinctively lick his lips. And as he continued to stare, unmoved by my presence, I felt the mantle of wife steal away from me and the cloak of harem member slip effortlessly onto my shoulders. It wasn't totally unwelcome.

I quickly realized that today I would have to work a little harder for his attention. Today I wasn't the only person who wanted his cock. Today I had competition for his affections, but this wasn't about fighting for him this was about learning how to share him, and the closer we got to that hotel room the faster my heart began to beat. I took a long slug of the chilled wine, hoping it would calm my fluttering nerves.

'Are you looking forward to playing together?'

Mark was addressing us both, breaking the slightly uneasy silence that had settled between us, and Kate and I smiled at each other nervously as we watched him slip both hands beneath the table.

I felt his right hand rest on my thigh, his fingers trailing enticingly towards my pussy, and I knew that his left hand would be touching her in a similar way.

'Take off your panties and leave them on the floor at your feet,' he said. 'I want the waiter to know what dirty little sluts you both are.'

Kate and I both wriggled in our seats as we tried to slip out of our panties from beneath our short skirts without drawing too much attention from the nearby diners, and as I discarded my new white briefs to the hot paving slabs beneath the table, I noticed Katy's red ones...and their damp crotch.

'Now open your legs, girls. I want to see just how excited you really are.'

I got the distinct feeling that he had gotten over his initial nerves and was now beginning to really enjoy himself -- and why wouldn't he? He had two girls preparing to tend to his every desire. This had always been his ultimate fantasy and for him it was all about to come true. I was slightly envious of him for that and it was also why I knew I couldn't pull out. I was afraid that he'd never forgive me, and that he might turn to the willing Kate to console himself.

I rested one knee against his and the other against the neighboring chair, my tummy fluttering as I felt the touch of the cool sea breeze on my hot sex. It felt kind of dirty to be exposing myself in public like this and a shiver of excited anticipation ran down my spine as I waited for his touch.

His hand moved from my thigh to my cleanly shaved pussy, and his finger slipped easily between the fleshy lips of my sex. I wondered if his touch was producing the same excited tingle in her as it was in me.

'Mmmmmmmmmmm,' he whispered. 'I think my sluts are both ready for me. But is it my cock that you're looking forward to...or the thought of tasting each others pussy?'

I squirmed in my seat, a little embarrassed by his words. It was him I wanted to please, not her.

'Here, taste my wife's pussy.' He pushed his finger, slick with the juices of my arousal, into Kate's mouth, and she licked his finger without a moment's hesitation, closing her eyes as she appeared to be savoring the flavor of me.

I felt the color rise to my cheeks as the throb between my legs grew stronger. I knew what was coming next and it scared me so much that I almost got up and ran away, but he must have sensed my fear because he grabbed hold of my hand and pushed it against his hard cock. It was a gesture of reassurance. I needed that and I loved him all the more for knowing that I needed that. I was afraid I wasn't going to like the taste of her, and that I would spoil the day for him. I couldn't bear the thought of being the object of his disappointment. But as he pushed the index finger of his left hand in through my lips, and I hesitantly ran my tongue over his finger, I got both the familiar taste of him and the musky flavor of her in one heady hit. It put an image in my head of me sucking his cock after it had been inside her.

'Shall we move to the hotel?' I whispered, a little breathlessly. It was our secret code to say that I was happy to continue, and he smiled.

***

We walked along the hallway in silence, the sound of our footsteps echoing loudly off the plain white walls. He unlocked the door and stood aside, letting Kate and I step inside. She went first and he rested his hand on my bottom as he followed me in.

The room was nice, with a patio door that led out onto a small paved area and looked directly out towards the ocean. Sun streamed in through the large window and onto the large double bed that occupied the center of the room. There were two fluffy white dressing gowns folded neatly on the end of it. One of us is going to have to stay naked, I thought.

He shut and locked the door behind him, and for a moment we stood staring at each other, not exactly sure what to do next.

'Let's shower,' Kate said, linking her arm into mine. 'He can watch,' she giggled conspiratorially and looked at Mark over her shoulder.

I went to pull off my t-shirt, but Kate stopped me.

'No, let me do that.' She smiled as she prized the hem of my top from between my reluctant fingers and pulled it up over my head. She was a couple of inches taller than me and sometimes she made me feel almost childlike. Then her hands were behind me, unclipping my bra, slipping it off my shoulders. For a moment I felt the full weight of my breasts as they bounced free of the support of my bra before she gently cupped them in her hands. I blushed, not knowing quite where to look. Mark was watching her suck on each of my nipples in turn. I could see he was eager to join in and was glad when he stepped forward.

Mark pulled Kate's top off, and swiftly discarded her bra. He stood behind her, his arms reaching around her slim waist to grasp both of her breasts in his hands. I looked down, watching as her nipples hardened and puckered beneath my husband's touch, and wondered if he was enjoying her breasts more than he did mine, but when I looked up it was me he was looking at.

It felt wrong that his fingers were touching her as he gazed into my eyes, but as I watched him my body reacted as if he really were doing it to me and the ache between my legs for him only grew stronger.

Not sure what I should be doing with my own unoccupied hands, I lifted Kate's skirt and nervously ran my trembling fingers down her soft belly towards her pussy. I had never touched another woman so intimately and was surprised how soft and velvety her sex felt beneath my trembling fingers.

It was the oddest sensation to be touching someone who had the same bits as me, and as my finger slipped easily inside her fleshy lips, my own sex began to throb in response. It was a beautiful kind of agony to be touching her in the way I longed to be touched myself and I closed my eyes as my fingers searched out the hard little bud of her clitoris.

'Mmmmmmm.' I heard Mark gently purr and opened my eyes to find him smiling at me. I blushed again; a little embarrassed to be caught enjoying the feel of a woman so much.

'I'll turn on the shower.' Kate disentangled herself from the two of us and disappeared into the bathroom.

'Are you ok?' he asked a little breathlessly.

'Yeah, you?' I grinned back at him. I wanted him right now, before she got to touch him. I pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free, as hard as rock and longer and thicker than I'd ever seen it before.

'You're so fucking hard.' I circled his throbbing girth with my fingers and slowly stroked his shaft.

'Damn! I could cum right now,' he whispered against my ear.

'Then fuck me,' I pleaded.

He looked towards the bathroom as if we should wait for Kate to return, but I walked to the bed and lay back, pulling up my skirt and opening my legs in invitation.

'Let Kate watch.' I ran my index finger along the length of my wet pussy. It felt weirdly primal, as if this was some kind of mating ritual and it was important for me to have him first -- I needed him to plant his seed in me before he went to her.

'I want your cock.' I pushed a finger inside my pussy as he hurriedly shrugged off the rest of his clothes and climbed between my legs.

'Fuck me, please. I want to feel you inside me right now.'

I took a deep breath as he guided his cock towards my entrance, and it came out as a long low moan as he slowly pushed himself deep into me. Kate appeared from the bathroom on his second stroke.

'You started without me, you naughty people.' She climbed onto the bed to join us, and as he bent down to suck on my left nipple, she joined him and I watched as their tongues vied for position on my breast -- their lips were touching -- their tongues playfully fighting and teasing my nipple -- their mingled saliva glistening on my breast. Kate straddled my head, thrusting her breasts forward, taking his attention away from my nipples and onto her own and issuing orders to me.

'Lick me. Make me cum,' she demanded, lowering her sex onto my mouth so that I was consumed by her musky scent. I felt his cock buck inside me as Kate pushed her breasts into his face and he thrust harder and deeper into me as he suckled on her engorged nipples.

I had no choice. I couldn't escape -- nor did I really want to, so I stuck out my tongue and delved in between Kate's soft nether lips to find her clitoris. It had grown hard and pushed its way out of its protective hood. The fat little nub felt hot beneath my tongue. I felt her shiver as I made contact and heard her moan as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive little bud, and as his thrusts quickened inside me, I pushed my tongue into her, savoring the taste of her, spurred on by her impassioned moans and whimpers and the rapid thrusts of Mark's cock.

When he came, he came hard, spurting his seed deep and with an almost animal like grunt, muffled only by Kate's breasts as he buried his head in her soft mounds, and for a moment we lay still, entwined together, silent, save for the tell-tale tune of our labored breathing. As he withdrew from me and moved away from the bed, Kate lowered her head and replaced his cock between my legs with her tongue, little mews escaping from her lips and vibrating against my own sex as my tongue continued to circle her clit.

I was aware of Mark walking around us. I could hear the click of his camera, and his encouraging dirty words.

'Lick my cum out of her pussy, my slut.'

I felt her tongue licking a path towards my dripping sex and I whimpered softly, my skin fluttering and twitching under her light touch. She seemed to be moving unbearably slowly towards my throbbing clit, and the anticipation made it hard for me to catch my breath, and all the time I could hear the constant click of his camera.

'That's it pet,' he encouraged. 'Lick her out. This is what you wanted, isn't it -- my cum dripping from your slutty, red painted lips.'

I'd never heard him talk like that before. Kate's tongue delved into my pussy, lapping at my entrance like a hungry cat, sucking his hot issue out of me as if it were nectar. And as she licked, her finger worked on my clitoris, circling it and rubbing; niggling at it until I was whimpering and writhing and wriggling around the bed and we were lost together in the throes of our joint orgasm. For a moment Mark ceased to exist in my universe as Kate brought me to the peak of orgasm and rode with me all the way to the last trickle of pleasure.

We lay replete, our fingers entwined; the silence between us no longer awkward; the air heavy with the musky scent of sex as he kissed us and ran his fingers over both of our bodies in unison and we purred in response, like contented cats. His tongue pushed its way through my lips, his fingers kneading my breast.

'Good girl,' he whispered before moving on to Kate. 'You're my filthy little slut,' he told her as his lips explored hers and his hands strayed again to her magnificent breasts and huge dark nipples.

***

The shower had been forgotten but was still running. Our recent play had taken us from relative strangers to intimate friends in the short space of half an hour and now we moved as one to the steamy bathroom, giggling as we all piled into the cubicle, our bodies pressed closely together in the confined space. We soaped each other under the cascading water. I kissed his wet lips and then I kissed hers -- it had been so much better than I'd imagined. Not at all sleazy nor awkward and I wasn't at all jealous. She seemed to have slotted almost seamlessly into our sex life, but I knew he still wanted to fuck her and I was still a little apprehensive about how that would make me feel.

My hand wandered towards his cock, but Kate had got there first, her fingers were already wrapped around his shaft, pumping it back to life again as he massaged soap into, first my breasts and then hers, and he quickly discarded the soap in favor of watching Kate explore his cock.

I wanted his attention back on me so I soaped my hands and placed them on her breasts. There was something incredibly sensual about watching my slippery, soapy fingers move over her shiny, wet orbs and down over the roundness of her hips, where my fingers seemed to slip naturally between her legs, searching out her soft, pliable sex lips.

Kate released his cock and moved closer to me, pushing me back against the wall of the shower, her breasts pressed against mine as she lowered her mouth onto the upper swell of my breast and began to suck the soft skin into her mouth, lifting blood to the surface of my pale skin so that when she moved away she left behind a deep red, circular love bite. It looked both vicious and passionate -- a reminder of the touch of her lips against my skin.

I did the same to her, clamping my mouth onto the top of her breast and sucking until I could taste blood in my mouth, leaving an almost identical mark on her breast.

'Fuck, that's hot,' he whispered. 'Now kneel down for me. Both of you -- here, right here.'He pointed to a spot just in front of his feet and Kate and I sank to our knees in the shower tray, our arms linked, our wet faces looking up at his pulsing cock and he pumped it with his fist.

He pushed his hot swollen head in through both our lips in turn, letting us work his shaft to its full length with our lips. It was like an X rated version of pass the parcel and I wanted to be the one that got the prize. I worked my lips and tongue hard on his throbbing organ, looking up into his eyes, holding his gaze, willing him to give me what I wanted, trying desperately to tempt him back when he left my mouth empty and filled hers instead, but in the end he pulled away and shot his load over both our tits.

'Such adorable, enthusiastic little cum sluts,' he praised, squeezing every last drop out with his thumb and forefinger. 'Now lick it off.' I was first to lower my mouth onto Kate's breasts, sticking out my tongue and lapping up his still warm, issue from her sweet tasting skin, and she quickly reciprocated, holding my breasts in her hands as she licked them clean. And all the while he was making lewd comments about our slutty behavior that sent a pulse of electricity straight between my legs.

'Your dirty little tongues just can't get enough of my cum, can they?' He pushed his cock into Kate's mouth. 'Lick it clean, slut.' And then he came to me, pushing it in through my lips. 'Do you like the taste of her on my cock? Do you want to taste my cock after it's been in this slut's dripping wet pussy?' I sucked her saliva off his shaft and nodded my head. I was drunk on the stench of sex.

***

Once dry we raided the mini bar -- Kate and I wrapped up in the toweling bath robes whilst he remained happily, proudly naked. He was relaxed now and moved around with the confidence of a male lion in the midst of his adoring pride. I liked him this way -- happy, confident and so very sexy. I liked being able to watch his semi aroused cock, and the way his hand constantly returned to massage it.

We threw open the patio doors and sat out on the little terrace drinking beer and eating peanuts in the sun -- him laying back on a sun lounger with Kate and I at either side of him, refilling his glass, feeding him -- presenting our breasts and dipping our nipples into his glass for him to lick whiskey from whenever he asked.

I took out a bottle of suntan oil I had brought with me and Kate and I massaged him with it. I started at his shoulders. She began at his feet and reached his cock before I did, but I kept my jealous thoughts at bay, rubbing coconut scented oil into his chest and watching as she wrapped her expert hand around his shaft and coaxed him back to full hardness yet again. First with her fingers and then with her tongue, teasing him, lapping at the swelling head of his cock and sucking on him in a way that had me licking my own lips and longing to join her, but when I made a move he grabbed hold of my arm and stopped me.

'You've had your turn, it's Kate's now, and if I can't trust you to keep your lips off my cock, then I'll just have to restrain you.' He grabbed the end of the belt from my robe and yanked it out. 'Take it off,' he ordered.

I shrugged my shoulders out of the robe and let it fall to the floor around my feet as he bound my wrists together with its toweling belt. He stood up, leaving Kate kneeling on the terrace, his hard cock still slick with her saliva, and bouncing as he walked. He pulled me down onto the bed, securing my hands to the headboard above my head.

Kate had followed us. She took off her own robe and lay down next to me, purring like a kitten and flaunting herself like a lioness on heat as she opened her legs in invitation to him. I was nothing but a helpless witness to their play. I could have closed my eyes and looked away, but I would still have been able to hear the sound of Kate's breathless mews as my husband's cock forged into her. I would still have been able to hear the sound of his cock thrusting into her wet pussy. So I watched.

He walked to her side of the bed and presented his cock to her willing mouth again. She sucked and whimpered as he thrust into the back of her throat, but my jealousy was overpowered by my throbbing pussy, and as my mouth began to water I licked my lips. His denial of my need for him only made me want him more.

He withdrew from her mouth and I thought he was going to climb onto the bed beside me, but instead he urged Kate to stand and bend over so that her ass was in the air and her head was between my legs. I opened them. If I couldn't have my husband's cock -- If he was going to be fucking her -- I was happy to feel a part of it in any way that I could.

He positioned himself behind her and held onto her hips. Kate let out a long sigh as Adam entered her, her exhaled breath hot against my entrance.

I closed my eyes as her tongue touched my sex, and every time he thrust, her tongue pushed a little deeper into me, her impassioned grunts and moans vibrating against my tingling skin. Then suddenly she was still again, and I opened my eyes thinking he'd cum inside her, but he was standing over me and his cock exploded onto my breasts and spilled onto my lips as he pushed it into my mouth. I could taste the muskiness of her pussy smeared along his length and I climaxed too...with his cock still pulsing against my tongue and Kate licking his cum off my breasts.

***

We drove home in silence. I think we were both replaying the day in our own heads. Maybe even trying to figure out where we went from here. Things hadn't turned out as either of us had expected, but in a way, it was the way events had flowed so naturally that had made it such an amazing experience.