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A Sandwich for Lunch [FMM]
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Betsy's Adventures, 1
This story is based on true experiences, and the names have been changed.
Background:
Since it seems that almost all stories feature incredibly hot chicks and
some hunks of guys, I thought I'd write down some experiences my average
looking husband and I have had. Here is what I consider average: My
husband (Elliot) is about six feet, weighs 170, has brownish hair and
blue-grey eyes. I think that he is handsome, in a British Isles kind of
way (you know, pale and slightly ruddy), and I've always fallen for the
dark hair/light eye combination. Me (Betsy), I'm a foot shorter than my
husband, and weigh close to 135. I wear a 34DD, (my breasts are large,
wobbly, and slightly saggy - guys freak over them), so some of the weight
is up there, and the rest is prettly evenly distributed. I've been called
rubenesque, and it would be a fine line between that and a little chubby.
I have short, dark hair, brown eyes, and my face isn't something to look at
twice (although my husband, sweet as he is, wouldn't agree). He is straight
and I enjoy everyone. All in all, not movie stars, just average.
My husband's sex drive is high, and mine can be close behind. I say can be
because when I'm really stressed or busy, it's close to nil, but when I'm
on vacation it's higher. It averages about the same, but I'm sure that
he'd like it a little more consistently. Even in my busy times we have sex
3-4 times a week, just the two of us. When I'm not as pressured it jumps
dramatically, both in frequency and number of people involved. That's
where the stories start.
Story 1 (A favorite memory)
I was home for a week from my work and spending time reading and
relaxing, and getting horny. One of our swinging friends (Burt) called up
and asked about coming over for lunch, as he worked not too far from where
we lived. Now, I knew this did not mean eating anything but each other,
and I was interested - but my Elliot and I always swing together. So I
called my husband up, and he said sure - since he would be able to make it
home too. Just what I needed to help my vacation more - some two cock
action. I set the time, and the guys arranged to take an hour or longer
lunch break. I started to get ready for an hour of fun.
I put on black garter belt, stockings, and a sundress over it all. My
breasts swang freely, and the feel of the soft fabric rubbing against my
nipples was enough to start getting me wet. I realized that it would help
expedite matters later if I were already dripping and ready for cock, so I
laid down on our bed and spent some time playing with my pussy, pulling my
lips and gently rubbing my clit. This always drives me crazy, teasing me
and making my pussy drip. I was getting so horny I considered playing with
myself to an orgasm, but decided to wait until I had a cock inside me.
Just as I stood up to put myself in order again, my husband unlocked the
door and came in. I greated him with a big hug and a long soulful kiss,
letting one hand trail down to cup his already semi-hard cock. I know how
much he loves to share me with other guys, and watch their faces as they
feel my tongue caress their cock, or when they are deep inside my snatch,
my pussy squeezing with orgasm after orgasm. (I've found out in our
swinging experiences that not many women are multi-orgasmic and even fewer
have pussies that really squeeze during orgasm, while I am/have both.) He
started to unbutton my dress and pull out my breasts to play with them when
the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of our friend.
Unlike my husband Elliot, who is tall and skinny, Burt is mid-sized and a
devoted weight lifter. He is somewhat bulked up and has a body that a lot
of women enjoy. His eyes, which are forever roaming, are brown and twinkle
a lot.
After exchanging greetings, we got down to business almost immediately. On
our couch, I sat between the two guys, and leaned over to start kissing and
fondling Burt. Elliot ran his hands up and down my leg, until he finally
reached my pussy. He was surprised at how wet it was, and starteds to
drive me wild by pumping a finger in and out of my love box. I unbuckled
Burt's pants and pulled out his thick cock. I leaned over to lick and suck
Burt, and give Elliot a better angle for his magic fingers. Elliot
complied by switching to his thumb pumping in and out, while his other
fingers lightly skimmed accross my love button.
I was in heaven with Burt's thick tool in my mouth and a finger pounding in
my pussy. Elliot, though, stopped just before I came (unknowingly - he
loves to feel me come over his fingers), repositioning my legs and hips so
I was on all fours. Soon I felt the tip of his long cock push against my
snatch. Eager for the feel of him inside me, I wiggled and pushed my way
back onto him. Even before he was all the way in, my cunt reacted to it's
familiar friend, pulsating and squeezing around him. My orgasms had
started.
I tried my best to keep up Burt's blowjob, but I was squealing and moaning
with delight. I slowed down my strokes and spent more time enjoying the
feeling of his cock stretching my lips and jaws, swirling my tongue under
his glans and around the tip. This tongueing drove Burt crazy. He grabbed
my head and rammed his member in and out of my mouth. I loved the feeling
of his cock pushing against the back of my throat, and let him continue for
a little while. Then I took over again, back to the tantalizing licking
and sucking of before, whimpering with pleasure from the orgasms I was
having.
During a particularly intense wave, I pulled away from Burt's pole and just
held onto him, moaning with pleasure. He gently pushed me back so I was
sitting more on Elliot, giving him better access to my breasts. His
pulling, kneading and sucking on my sensitive nipples started another wave,
one so strong that I literally pushed Elliot's cock out of me.
I took a moment to get my breath back, and we headed into the bedroom. I
pulled my dress off and flopped down on my back, and Burt positioned
himself to enter my pussy. Elliot moved around so I could lick my own
juices off him.
Once again, even before Burt was full into me, my pussy reacted, squeezing
his cock. Burt grunted with delight, and started pounding me hard, picking
me up by my hips and thrusting his cock in and out. I moaned and groaned
around Elliot's cock, while he reached over to kneed my breasts and pinch
and pull my nipples. Elliot came shortly there after, spewing come on my
face and in my mouth. I greedily drank it up.
Burt hadn't come yet, though. I didn't know that he had wanted to do
something special, but I could tell something was up when he stopped
pounding me, leaving his cock buried to the hilt in my quivering snatch.
"Betsy," he asked, "Do you think you're up for two cocks at once? I'd love
to try to fuck your ass again - this time with Elliot fucking your hole."
Now, I love to have a cock up my ass - there's nothing like feeling my
tight muscles clamped around a hard cock. The only problem was Burt's size
- just a little to thick for me the last time we tried. But the thought of
two in me at once sent another orgasm shuddering down my body.
"I guess that means yes," he said with a lear. Elliot, I noticed was
already hard from the thought. My already tight pussy would be even
tighter, and I could see the wheels turning in his head when he thought
about my pussy clamping his cock with orgasm after orgasm. Looking at my
face, which was filled with lust at the idea, he could easily tell I wanted
to try. He knew, though, the problems Burt and I had last time. Clever
guy, he came up with the perfect solution.
"Great idea," he said, "but let's try me in her ass instead."
Once again, just thinking about it sent another wave over me. Having my
favorite cock in my ass, and having Burt in my hole would be incredible, I
thought.
"Oh yeah," I said huskily.
Burt slid out of me, so we could figure out positioning. I gently spread
lubricant over my husband's cock and started tingling in anticipation of
feeling it in my nether hole. Elliot spent some time greasing me up,
inserting a finger, then two to make sure I was ready. Burt just grinned
in anticipation, his cock covered with my juices and dripping precum.
Elliot sat towards the edge of the bed. I slowly lowered myself onto him,
taking time to adjust to the full feeling. It seemed like I would insert
an inch and my pussy and ass would clench in delight. I would relax,
insert another inch, and once again I would be squeezing him. This
continued for a while (Elliot is almost eight inches), and finally he was
all the way in. We then leaned back, and Burt started to stuff his cock in
my pussy. I wasn't sure how he was going to do it - it didn't feel like
there was any room left. He was patient, and I was extremely wet. Shortly
I had two cocks in me. My orgasm was so intense, I bit off a scream, and
almost passed out. Burt, being the most mobile, started to pump in and out
of me. Elite used his free hands to play with my breasts and nipples. I
was coming non-stop, my pussy juices flowing over two cocks, my muscles
clenching around two cocks, my groans and whimpers of delight filling the
room, and my mind going numb from pleasure.
Elliot soon found enough purchase with his feet and hands so he could move
his hips too. It was incredible, feeling his long cock push in and out of
my ass at the same time that Burt's thick rod was stretching my pussy lips,
but short lived. The two guys could each feel the other's movements, and
that sensation, along with my nonstop squeezing, made them both come. Burt
pulled out to come all over me, and Elliot filled me up. I came one last,
intense orgasm as my husband filled me. He gently pulled out and asked me
if I was allright.
"All right?" I said, "I don't think I can move a muscle, and I nearly
passed out from orgasming so hard - I'm GREAT!!" I moved over so I could
give a hearty kiss to the man who loved me enough to share me. All of a
sudden I remembered the time and looked at the clock. We all must have had
the same thought., because we all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, if I hurry I'll only be fifteen minutes late," Burt said, "But it's
been the best lunch I've ever had."
Elliot and I nodded in agreement.
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