My Lost Weekend

My summer has been one of the saddest I can recall, and this sadness has truly stunted my ability to seek out the cock I crave. But, for the last two weeks I have felt the sadness shift and while the pain lingers and probably always away– it's glaringly obvious that life marches on– even if you don't. So– I march on, even if out of formation.

This weekend I marched right into the arms and care of two very good people.  Following my own advice, I expected nothing– and I received more than I could have ever anticipated. That sweet stick wild haired man married a wonderfully curvy open submissive sweet freak.

What happened this night is still a beautiful blur in which time was gratefully lost– one of those nights you find yourself saying in complete surprise-

"It's 5:30 in the morning? How the hell did that happen?"

Well, of course I know how that happened, and hot damn was it fun. Rolling in and out of each other and into the night, drifting from cock to pussy– smiling like animated children, the night that turned to morning was full of balloons and debauchery. It has been years since I did any good drugs, so while I was nervous when my sweet stick and his wife offered– I was never more in need of such mind and body escape. We became free to explore where our minds and our bodies went.

The night started with a bit of getting to you know you, the exploring of our floating bodies. As we drifted hands grabbed and clutched onto stocking covered thighs– flesh so close under hand, kissing ensued, bodies became closer– I watched husband kiss wife passionately– my hands on her, her hands on he, his on me. I could feel my mind race, yet a sweet calmness and understanding that  it was going one hell of a fun night washed over me.

The three of us moved to the open couch/bed, we sort of picked up this formation that stayed with us throughout the night, you in the middle, your wife on the right and me on the left– she spreads out and inhales that which floats her away and our hands take over her body, soon she is spread wide.  On the floor between her thighs you are working her cute waxed cunt, your finger plunging in and out, your mouth and tongue lapping at her.

Faster your fingers seemed to enter into her, as I find myself getting lost into her facial expression, the tilt of her head, her sexual song, the moaning, her tits, the sound of how wet she is. It is all so hot. Her orgasm being pulled from her– your fingers ascending in and out, her cunt weeping.

I could see the camera but for the life of me I could not seem to reach for it.
Letting out a deep growling moan she begins to pour, her pussy throbbing around your fingers. In your devilish delight you keep pumping into her. The release is like a spraying hose, the stream coming from her cunt soaks everything- the spray so powerful you must block it with you hand to prevent from hitting the coffee table and all the electronics on top of it. I finally reached my camera, but far too late, just catching the aftermath of your wife's soaking wet dripping cunt and the gigantic puddle she left behind. Such a squirting wet slut she is.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub I watch the two of you bathe, I watch you be in love. The lights low flowing and twinkling in a chemically induced manner, it's here in the bathroom that time got lost for me.

To the bedroom we went.

The rest of the night and long into the next day I became a mix of observer and participant, sometimes working behind the camera and sometimes working on my knees sharing your sweet stick with your wife– our lips and tongues licking up the length of your shaft, sharing as we bob our mouths up and down, making you nice and wet and rock hard all so you can fuck your wife while I watch.

Soon you allow yourself to control the situation, which suits you and us well. Dictating the way the scenes should play out.

"Feel my  wife's pussy Vix. See how wet she is?"
and she was…
"Put your fingers, in Vix's pussy."
Her fingers spreading me open.
"Taste my wife Vix, see what I get."

Our human triangulation went around and around, soon you are fucking your wife while her mouth pleases my cunt. Looking down the line of bodies– me, her, you all getting fucked in one way or another– it's is like a floating dream of porn, but way better.

Your cock slides in and out of  her, I tease– "we should make her beg for that cock."
Grabbing a hold of your thick trunk I bounce and glide it along her on her cunt.
"You want your cock? Beg for it."
Whimpers and moans slip from her throat… "please gimme."
I like the way your cock looks gliding along her slit, both of your eager to slip into the other. I grab my camera and shoot.

Rolling around  the bed together assuming all positions possible– soon your cock is fucking her and your mouth and fingers are fucking me. I am still floating in some other place, a place where orgasm is elusive.
"I don't think I can cum."

You take that as a challenge and start finger fucking me more vigorously, along with your wife. Simultaneously fucking us with your hands. I feel close, so I reach on the side table where your wife's toy set and pulse it on high to my clit, finally I can feel my pussy convulse and tighten around your fingers.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, I am, I am…"
Moanings fill the room, as we cum together and then collapse in a heap of enjoyment- you in the middle, your wife on the right, and me on the left.

For as overly indulgent as we got, the encounter still felt innocent, pure and honest.

Thank you for sharing it with me.

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