The Afternoon After the Nite Before
The Afternoon After the Night Before
Where is she? What did she do? What does the next day hold?
Thanks to Freya Gersemi for her assistance in refining this story. Do yourself a favour and check out <a href=""> her stories</a>.
This story is Anal, as that is the highest-ranking category. It is also Group Sex and Loving Wives, though not your normal take as the wife shares her husband, not herself. Well, she does a tiny bit for her own benefit.
This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but all characters are 18 years old or older and are happy with the events. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.
As with my other One-Off stories, there is an intro, 'Who Am I?' and a concluding 'For those who like closure.' There is also a 'If anyone wonders' where I try to address some things that I think might come up in comments, but it might generate more! But you can skip all of those if you are in a hurry, or don't care.
If you think this story rates a 2 or below, please leave a comment so I can avoid the same mistakes in future.
Note:-this happens in the UK and attitudes to drinking and driving appears to different from that in the USA. See 'In case anyone wonders...' if you think anything sounds wrong to you.
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Who Am I?
My name is Freya, blame my Nordic grandparents, we still keep invading Britain! Quite tall, but very curvy and sexually adventurous, check which Goddess my name refers to. If my height doesn't put a lot of men off, my vivaciousness does. Those who are not put off by that, then run away when they find out I am a computer programmer working on advanced AI. It has not escaped comment that the system I am involved in is Odin's Ravens - we got beaten to Odin AI. It is planned to be a real-time image matching system to bring together large CCTV networks and deliver answers to questions that haven't been asked - yet. Anyway...
I have a very good friend from Uni, Denise, who is already happily married to Reg, though, back in the day, was nearly as wild as me. Nearly. We regularly chatted via Skype and she knew I was between boyfriends, as in not been with anyone except my BOB for months.
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The Morning
I awoke on my back and blearily opened my eyes. The light shade told me that I was in a strange bed. Immediately I worried about what I may have done after drinking far too much the previous night. But there again, my head wasn't feeling like I had a hangover, just as if I was still half asleep, like I had hardly any, or possibly I was in a waking dream.
My senses slowly expanded my existence. I seemed to have a sleep tee on and panties, so not too bad as I must have got ready for bed. Or someone kindly did that for me.
I became aware of breathing that wasn't mine... on both sides. I slowly turned my head each way and there were two other heads, presumably male, facing away from me. My nose confirmed there was at least one man in the bed. Careful fingers detected boxer shorts on the brown haired one and something tight fitting on the ginger one. I knew a ginger headed man, quite cute.
My body reported that it felt good but that I needed the bathroom. I twisted onto my tummy and managed to slither my way down the bed and out of the bottom, thank goodness there was no footboard. My movements created no more than a few grunts from my two sleeping companions. However, by the time I was out of bed the bathroom call was urgent. I almost forgot to grab my overnight bag, but I snagged it out of what should have been my room and went looking for the bathroom.
I found it easily, not just because of the jokey 'Rules of the Bathroom' plaque, but because I had been in this house before, Reg and Denise's house to be precise.
I sat in the bathroom, panties around my ankles and phone in my hand. It told me it was 5:27, which might explain my tiredness. My nipples told me they had been well catered for recently, as did the outside of my pussy, but I was pretty sure I hadn't been fucked, unless it was with pencil dicks and condoms, which would never have happened. My ass certainly hadn't seen recent action. I had a terrible taste in my mouth, but morning mouth is no clear guide as to what I had been eating or drinking. Or sucking?
Comfortable again, I got my wash bag and started to clean my teeth and noticed something dried on my chin. That triggered my memory and it all came flooding back. I stood there gazing in the mirror with toothpaste foam dripping from my mouth right on top of the dried spunk. I spat and rinsed the toothpaste. I never spit a man's offering, it tastes so much better than toothpaste, but less so overnight.
I washed my face and sat back down on the closed loo and started to flick through my phone to confirm what my memory was serving up.
Once I had brought myself up to speed on the night before, I decided I needed to get more sleep. I barely considered the cold narrow bed in 'my' room, but after dropping off my bag, I slipped back into the guest room and between the two men. They were dead to the world. But before I drifted off I heard one of them muttering, "thanks Freya," I can guess what he was dreaming about.
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The Night Before
Denise was going to a Foo Fighters concert with Reg and invited me along. Something about having won tickets. I gladly accepted without thinking about where it was. She told me to bring an overnight bag and stay with them rather than going home, which would save me another half hour or more driving.
I got to their house and brought my bag in and was surprised to see two other men sitting on their sofa, who rose to shake my hand and then give me a little hug, which was nice of them.
Marcus seemed to be over six foot, had wavy brown hair and looked quite cute, but in a masculine way. His body felt well-toned beneath his baggy long sleeve tee-shirt sporting a round F F logo on a red background. His similarly loose blue Levi's betrayed nothing below the tie belt for a woman to get excited about.
In contrast, Johnny was shorter, spiky ginger hair, quite muscly, as his bare, hairless arms confirmed as they stuck out of his 'Johnny Rotten' T-shirt. His black jeans were tight and showed a promising bulge beneath a wide black leather belt.
We sat and had a cuppa as we talked about the concert and I found out I would be riding in the back of Denise's SUV, sandwiched between the two men. Now I knew the back seat was quite wide, but clearly we would be hip to hip to hip as I am not short of a curve or two. I say cuppa, but Johnny had a coffee, 'with a splash of something' to warm him up!
So we went off to the concert and it was quite snug in the back. I was wearing a red satin blouse and black mini-skirt with no tights and sat with Johnny on my left and Marcus on my right. I was glad that I had waxed my legs as they got plenty of 'accidental' touches just putting the seatbelts on and getting comfy. I didn't realise we would be nearly two hours in the car, but Reg had brought some pick and mix sweets for the trip and passed a bag back to Marcus.
He was a gentleman in offering me first choice, but I'm sure he didn't need to put his left hand on my thigh, or to brush my tits, as he passed it to Johnny. I noticed Johnny smile and he placed his right hand on my thigh and similarly made contact passing it back. I gently removed their hands and in retaliation I placed mine on their thighs to see how they liked it.
Unfortunately, they did like it and for the rest of the trip we exchanged various touches to the legs, often getting close to the top. It was fun in a sexy way and I was getting a bit hot and bothered by the time we got to the carpark, but cooled off as we walked to the venue.
The concert was good and I enjoyed it. At every opportunity, Johnny and Marcus gave me body contact just short of groping. After the concert, it was still quite early so Denise suggested that we find a nightclub for an hour or so. It seemed she was trying to lead everyone astray; but keeping clear of any alcohol as the designated driver.
At the nightclub, I didn't get to drink much as I was constantly on the dancefloor with either Johnny or Marcus and, on occasion, even Reg. If I wasn't having so much fun it might have felt like I was being deliberately worn out, but the feeling of the men grinding their bodies against me, especially their bulges, did wonders for my ego.
On the way back to Denise and Reg's house, the three of us in the back dozed with hands on thighs and my head on Marcus's shoulder. I had to be woken when we were parked on the drive.
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The guys had been given the guest bedroom, with its king-size bed, and I got the box room with a single one. They let me get ready for bed first, wearing a long sleep-T and plain panties.
I went and lay down in the dark. My mind was alive with thoughts of the guys, but in a pleasantly exhausted body. I wasn't going to get to sleep... and I didn't bring BOB on the trip. I had just started to give my pussy some manual attention when there was a quiet double tap on my door and I heard Johnny say, "Goodnight F."
I replied with a rather sad sounding, "Night." And then silence.
I wondered, had that been a question? Was it 'Goodnight F?' As in do you want a Goodnight Fuck? Shit, now I wouldn't be able to sleep! I tossed and turned and fretted. Then I got out of bed on autopilot. I opened the door, checked I wasn't being seen, stepped through the doorway and quietly closed it behind me. I crossed the hall, hesitated a second and then quietly opened the door behind which were two desirable men.
Then I was behind that door with them in a room lit by a streetlight shining through a thin curtain. As the door clicked shut, they looked up and their eyes shot open. Marcus half rose and smiling whipped the duvet off them. Johnny looked at me and quietly asked, "Changed your mind? Pleased to see you."
I looked at the pair of them, both just in their underwear. Johnny, with a hairless chest and legs to match his arms, was wearing black, tight-fitting hipsters with quarter length legs and a long bulge down the right leg.
Marcus, with brown down over most of his body, had on amorphous loose cotton blue striped boxers. They revealed nothing about what treasures may be hidden within, though I had certainly felt more than a little something during the evening's dances. He patted the mattress between them. "Come to join us?"
With that, I scooted over the end of the bed and sat up between them, looking for who would smile first, and Marcus won. So I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and went for the kiss that I suddenly realised I had been waiting for since I arrived. In no time we were into tonsil hockey and his hands were massaging my shoulders and messing up my shoulder length blonde hair.
I almost missed the fact that hands were sliding up inside my sleep-T until they were massaging the outside of my breasts, often called melons due to their size and firmness. They also sported, when aroused, quite long nipples on large brown mounds, like the tip of a little finger on a half walnut! I realised I was letting Marcus monopolise me. I broke away from him and turned to Johnny but his arms got tangled in my shirt. Marcus solved that by pulling it over my head saying happily, "We don't need that."
Johnny laid me back on the bed and leant over me to kiss me with his left hand on my left tit and his right arm behind my head. His kissing technique was a match for Marcus's but any thoughts of choosing disappeared when Marcus started to massage my right tit. He started kissing from my shoulder down to my nipple and then latched on, sucking and nibbling as it rose to the occasion. That sent messages down between my thighs.
Meanwhile, my hands had taken it upon themselves to wander over the guys' bodies and down to their waist. My left hand had found and started stroking Johnny's bulge and my right had seized a substantial object inside Marcus's boxers.
Johnny groaned and struggled to get his arm from behind me and sit up. "Sorry, getting too uncomfortable." And with that he slid his right hand inside his slips to pull his dick from down his leg to up his tummy.
I was fascinated and blurted out. "Wouldn't it be simpler to take them off?" He glanced at me, then Marcus, who shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hips to take off his boxers.
In seconds I was lying between two naked men, not a novel experience, but a rare one. I smiled and sat up. "Now, that's better, I can see and feel what I am working with." What I could see was Johnny's circumcised dick and balls, completely hairless apart from a small tuft of red hair. I had never seen such dedication to manscaping. What it might have lacked in girth was made up for in length.
In contrast, Marcus's cock was thick, with a pronounced upward curve rising from a sea of brown curls with a light down covering his already tight sac. I took hold of my two prizes and giggled. "It seems you are pleased to see me."
With that Johnny sat up and pushed me flat on the bed before reaching for my panties and shoving them down, I lifted my hips to help. Then Johnny said, "We will be more pleased when we can see... Oh! A smoothie, with a matching carpet." Referring to my recently waxed pussy sporting a downward arrowhead of blonde trimmed pubes.
Marcus coughed. "Er, we're not trespassing on anyone's turf are we?"
It took me a moment to understand. "Guys, the only turf here is mine and I decide who to invite on it. But to answer your question. No, I am not seeing anyone. Are either of you boys cheating by being here?"
Marcus looked a bit embarrassed, but Johnny just smiled before he replied. "Nobody's hanging around my pad at the present and Marcus hasn't had a sniff for months. Denise wouldn't have invited us otherwise."
So Denise had set me up for some fun. The best sort of friend a girl could ask for. However, the adrenaline from the illicit encounter was starting to wear off and looking at the time of nearly three I was suddenly very tired. Time to take control. "Right guys. First of all, I want you two to give me an orgasm, a good orgasm, one of you on my melons the other my pussy. Then I'll blow you both before we get to sleep and see what tomorrow brings. Deal?"
I could feel they agreed. Marcus just nodded but Johnny spoke. "Right, I'll have the pussy. Marcus you are on boobs, but don't forget to kiss her when she tries to wake the house." And with that, I let go of his prick and he slid off the bed and reappeared between my ankles and proceeded to rise up with my legs running over his shoulders.
Meanwhile Marcus started to kiss me again whilst kneading my melons. I brought my left hand, now empty, up to muss his hair whilst my right kept wanking his cock to show he was doing a good job.
Remarkably, Johnny was taking his time, kissing my inner thighs, as he approached my sex, which was feeling quite warm and damp. Just as he got close enough for me to feel his breath, he huskily remarked, "Blimey girl, you smell as good as you look." And with that I felt his hands on my thighs and his thumbs spread me so that his tongue could lap at my opening. "And you taste even better." Then he said to Marcus, "Your loss mate." And with that his lips plunged against my petals and he started working on me, licking, kissing, slurping, nibbling and probing with his lips, teeth and tongue as if his life depended on it. All I knew was that my orgasm, which was waking, did depend on it. Well, on that and on what Marcus was doing to my tits.
I was already beginning to writhe under their joint attentions when I felt Johnny move his right hand as his fingertips started to slide up and down my folds, slowly burrowing their way inside and teasing my entrance. Then his fingers slid into my sex and I squealed. Johnny paused but oddly it was Marcus who lifted his head to ask. "You alright?"
Huskily I replied "Oh yeah! Don't stop." And with that they both resumed the pleasuring of my body. In no time I was doing more than just squealing and had to grab a pillow to muffle my groans and sighs and strangled screams.
Marcus had forgotten about kissing me to keep me quiet! That was because he was working my melons for all they were worth, massaging, kissing, nibbling, pinching, biting, pulling - anything and everything that fired pleasure straight to my pussy. Johnny was now sucking and licking and teasing my clit. At the same time his right-hand fingers were stroking my g-spot whilst his thumb flicked across my lips at the root of my clit. Then his left hand slid under my buttock and his fingertips probed my rosebud.
My body went into full orgasm mode, uncontrollably thrashing and shaking with visual fireworks and travelling into other dimensions. On my return to sanity, I found my two guides to bliss had disengaged except for gently stroking and soothing my body so that I didn't crash. I tried to speak, but my voice wasn't cooperating, so I gulped and tried again.
Marcus gently lifted me by my shoulders and put a bottle to my lips and I took a sip of the nectar of life, actually sparkling spring water, but nothing would have tasted better. He smiled at me as I took a bigger gulp. "I, or rather we, take it that you enjoyed that."
I nodded and tried my voice again and huskily replied. "Yes, though I think 'enjoyed' is a massive understatement. Now, time to take care of you two."
Johnny quickly replied. "You don't have to. I rather enjoy seeing a woman lose control and knowing that I had a part to play in it."
I looked at him and stuck my tongue out. "Spoilsport, I rather enjoy seeing a man lose control as I suck the life out of his dick. And for that I'll do Marcus first." I had another reason, I had been working on Marcus's cock, sliding his foreskin up and down, so he would be faster to let go if I didn't give him recovery time. I also reckoned Johnny would be revved up by seeing me blow Marcus. Now some people think a man watching another man is not sexy, but why does so much porn have women giving head but rarely getting eaten themselves?
Clearly Marcus didn't have a problem with being watched as he was flat on the bed already and was wanking himself in anticipation, his foreskin exposing an inch of shaft below his glans, before closing up again. Johnny also moved to where he would have a good view of both my body and my blow job. I got between Marcus's legs and started to stroke his shaft and then had another idea.
Spinning around, I sat on the end of the bed. "Right, you two stand up, hip to hip and then I can work on both of you." Johnny quickly complied and Marcus hauled himself off the bed and came around to face me. I realised that I would have to kneel on the floor as sitting on the bed was too high, so I slid off, shooing the guys back as I did so.
I posed with my legs splayed apart so that if they looked down they could glimpse my pubes, but more importantly, see my melons, still boasting erect nipples from Marcus's attentions. I took hold of both cocks and stroked them. I think I surprised Johnny, when I took his dick halfway into my mouth. But except for playing briefly with the tender web under the head, I withdrew my mouth leaving behind a lot of spit that I quickly spread along the rest of the shaft. I transferred my mouth to Marcus's cock, also smothering it in saliva but I had his foreskin to work with.
Now the guys weren't just standing there. They each had their inner hand on a tit, still stroking, kneading and tweaking them. Their outer hands were moving between my head, neck and shoulder as I switched between them. I say 'switched' because although I concentrated on Marcus in the first instance, I occasionally swapped to Johnny to slick him up again. However, I noticed that they were both groaning and I started switching more often. I was enjoying the different feeling between Marcus's cock and Johnny's dick, so I made it my aim to get them both blasting off at the same time, if I could.
I dragged them closer together so I could quickly swap and I could have almost mashed them together to get both in my mouth at once, but even I thought that was too far. As their groans increased, I changed my hold, with my thumb and index finger around the base and the other fingers curled around their balls, massaging them gently. Their hands on my tits slowed, but tightened their grip as did their hands on my shoulders.
I was frantically bobbing my head on one prick and then the other and then Marcus groaned hard and started to unload his spunk into my mouth. I had swallowed most of it, I enjoyed the salty, musky taste, when Johnny groaned, "I'mmm...cumm..." And his fingers drove hard into my tit and shoulder.
With that, I quickly switched my attention to his dick but still got half of his first shot splattered across my left cheek. I managed to catch it all and his jizz was even saltier than Marcus's cum, the remains of which had hit my right cheek and was dribbling down onto my right tit, which explained why he suddenly released it.
I returned my hands to their shafts, and going from one to the other, milked the last of their spunk from their softening pricks and cleaned them up as well as I could. I didn't overdo it as the last thing I needed at that late hour was two men looking for somewhere to put their revived erections. I wiped up the cum on my face and tits and tole them, "I don't know about you, but I need some shut eye." With that I bounced off the bed and found my panties and sleep-T and put them on and turned to the door.
Johnny caught my fingers in his hand. "Freya, you can sleep with us. You'll be much warmer, and will prevent me bumping into Marcus."
I thought about it, it would be nicer than on my own but, "Oh, so you want to bump into me in the night while I'm asleep?"
He looked upset at my implication, but it was Marcus who replied, almost pleading. "Freya, neither I nor Johnny would take advantage of you. Come on, please trust us. It will be much nicer together."
I nodded. "Back in a minute." And I dashed to the other room, grabbed my pillows, and returned, throwing them onto the bed. I dived between the guys and Marcus pulled the duvet over us. In no time I was dead to the world, I must have been running on pure adrenaline and endorphins.
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The Afternoon After the Night Before
Something disturbed my sleep and as I came around from a dream where I was the centre of attention of a dozen men - or was that a memory? - I remembered where I was and sat up a bit on my elbows. Then the knock on the door again, which opened slowly and Denise's head appeared. She saw me and smiled. "Oh, I see you had a good night and by the looks of it wore the guys out."
With that, Johnny stirred and looked towards Denise. "Freya didn't wear us out - you did. She just made us comfortable to get a good night's sleep. But now I need the loo!" With that he rolled out of bed and scurried past Denise who was obviously pleased, or possibly not, to see he had his underwear on.
Marcus raised his head, looked around and muttered, "Mornin' Denise." And slumped back again.
As the door was now fully open, she stepped into the room, dressed in a thin, knee-length, floral cotton dress and possibly not much else, with her long, jet black hair in a ponytail, a big contrast to my shorter cut. "Actually... Lazy Bones! It's just gone twelve and you all need to be up for Brunch, Reg has just started cooking. Freya, come with me and you can use my ensuite bathroom, I have something to show you. Marcus, tell Johnny to get washed and dressed and see you both in half an hour." With that I slid out of bed and followed Denise with a small diversion to my room to grab my bag.
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We entered her and Reg's bedroom and she instructed me, "Just get yourself comfortable and then come out before you get showered." So I slipped into the attached bathroom, actually shower room, and re-emerged a few minutes later. Denise was sitting on the end of her and Reg's bed with a small package in her hand which she proffered to me.
I took it with a raise of my eyebrows. "What's this for?"
"Oh a little pressie for my friend that you will need in the shower, for later." I could tell from the smirk on her face it was something sex related, we knew each other too well.
I opened the bag and pulled out a sealed package containing an anal douche bulb, another with a lube injector and a big tube of lube. "Oh, so you think I will be getting some special attention tonight?" I must admit I was smiling and feeling a bit turned on.
Denise shook her head. "No," I frowned and she continued, "not tonight, this afternoon, and I hope it will be the very best of special attention. I know you have been missing out recently. Consider it an early birthday present." Then it all clicked into place. The crafty vixen had got the guys here, not for the concert, or rather not just for the concert, but to give me a good rodgering. I went over and gave her a massive hug, during which she groped my ass. Now she wasn't into full on Fem on Fem, and apart from a bit of touching up, we hadn't done more than watch each other getting fucked, often whilst being fucked at the same time.
With that I stood. "Well, I had better get started if I don't want to miss Brunch." With that, I went back into the shower with my wash bag and my presents.
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Cleaned, showered and prepared, I put on blue shorts a white t-shirt and nothing else. I figured I wouldn't be wearing those for long and it's not as if there would be anyone who hadn't seen me naked before, not even Reg. Actually, Reg had done more than seen me naked on several occasions in the past. I had quite fancied him, but it was Denise who he hit it off with when they were fully clothed.
As I left the bedroom, I could smell the bacon and sausage of the Brunch and suddenly realised how hungry I was. But I also knew, if I had understood Denise, I wouldn't want to get bloated.
I was last to arrive but Reg was just serving up. He had cooked everything perfectly, Fried Egg, Bacon, Sausage, Flat Mushroom, Fried Tomato and some Multi-seeded Brown Toast. He had judged the quantities perfectly to sate our hunger without making us too full. This was partly achieved by only one sausage, I reckoned I would be getting plenty of sausage later, and a slice of toast each. Washed down with Tea or Coffee.
Reg was wearing a short sleeve Hawaiian shirt with beige cargo shorts, that set off his wavy blonde hair. Marcus's blue striped shirt was baggy paired with loose denim shorts. Johnny had a tight-fitting black vest type top with black mid-calf length compression leggings that hugged his butt and bulge. The three men all looked desirable and Denise and I were enjoying the view as much as they were of us. I knew my nipples were hard and I could see Denise's were, so she didn't have a bra, or at least not a substantial one.
We sat there chatting about our jobs and hobbies and favourite entertainment, but not mentioning sex. Despite that, there seemed to be a sensual tension building. Denise looked at her watch. "Half two, times a wasting, let's adjourn to the living room."
I led the way but as I stepped in the room I froze, and Johnny crashed into my back. "What's the matter? Oh, Blimey." What I and he had seen was the king-size inflated bed placed in front of the three-seat leather sofa. When I say 'placed', I saw that it was strapped to the front, making it one extra-large play area. By the way, this wasn't any canvas covered rubber, but something two feet deep and looking like a real bed.
Denise spoke with a bit of a whine in her voice. "Freya, I take it you are admiring the furniture, but we would like to come in as well." With Johnny's nudge on my shoulder, I went in and circumnavigated the bed and climbed on it from the far side. It occurred to me that the floor, being polished wood, would be easy to clean, just like the sofa. I also saw a side table with several bottles of lube and a box holding who knows what.
Johnny followed me round but sat on the end of the bed followed by Denise who climbed on the sofa, moving close to me with Reg trailing in her wake. "You like the furnishings?"
To which I responded, "It all depends on what happens next."
With that Marcus sat on the other side facing me. "Well, Freya, it seems we have a stage worthy of your skills, if last night is anything to go by. What would you like to happen?"
I looked at Denise who just smiled. "Freya, this is all for you to get the good loving you have been missing out on during and since the time you spent with that jealous loser."
I thought about it. There were two, correction three, sexy men with the right equipment to make a woman feel desirable, even if Reg was now reserved for Denise. Though, knowing that pair, they wouldn't stay clothed once the guys got busy with me. I made my decision. "Right, let's start off by repeating last night, but you two first so you can recover whilst you bring me off." And with that I patted the bed on either side of me and Marcus span across the bed to my left side and Johnny came and stood to my right.
Once they were there, I grabbed Marcus's shorts and pulled them down to reveal his cock that was already showing its interest in the proceedings. Before I could turn to Johnny, he was peeling his leggings down and as they dropped, his dick sprang out, clearly having been cramped up. Marcus's shirt tails were hanging in the way so I tugged one and told him, "Get this off, it's spoiling the view."
With that, Johnny leant down and with his left hand in the middle of my shoulders and his right under my chin, raised it for a kiss. Which I was well up for, but just as it was getting good he broke free. "Oh, this is spoiling the view as well." And his hands dropped to my waist and in one movement pulled my white t-shirt straight off, leaving my melons bouncing as they were exposed.
Denise commented. "Freya, you always look so gorgeous."
Reg mumbled against the back of her neck where he had been kissing her. "You do as well." And with that he pulled her dress straps down, with the rest following until it was bunched around her hips. That revealed her evenly tanned tits with their large nipples and areolas, which he quickly captured in his hands, her nipples trapped between his fingers.
"Nice." Commented Marcus. Denise turned in Reg's hold and they started kissing. With that, Marcus's distraction disappeared and he turned back to me. He placed his right hand on my left shoulder and used his left to raise his cock in the direction of my mouth. Now I was either going to have to lean right over; or shift to the floor like I did last night, and I chose the latter.
With my mouth at the right height, I took hold of Marcus's cock and pulled it to where I could reach it with my tongue and played with the sensitive parts of the tip as I wanked the foreskin. Johnny moved closer and gently mussed my hair with his left hand and fingered my right tit, including playing with the long nipple. His dick didn't need any support as it stood up at forty-five degrees and was glistening at the tip. I would need to give it attention before it dripped any of its tasty nectar.
Marcus released his cock and grabbed my left tit in a much more forceful way than Johnny was doing. I opened my mouth wide and pulled a good half of his length into my mouth and licked and sucked it, making it harder and wetter. I pulled off his cock and moved my mouth onto Johnny's dick, to get that wet as well, it couldn't get much harder.
Denise came bouncing across the bed, slithering out of her dress as she did so, pursued by Reg. She dropped to the floor, off to my right, but beyond Johnny. Reg joined the lineup of guys, but not quite in front of his wife. Nevertheless, she copied me in taking Reg's prick into her mouth and starting to bob her head back and forth on it, much to Reg's clear delight.
Having got Johnny slicked up so I could work my hand on his dick, I switched back to Marcus. Imagine my surprise when I felt my right wrist being held by Denise and then, turning my eyes to look her way, to see she had her mouth on Johnny's dick. I didn't know if I had to leave him to her, remembering her fascination with circumcised pricks. I got my answer when she let go of my wrist and switched back to Reg's similarly circumcised one.
I took the letting go of my wrist as permission to return to giving Johnny head, so I did. I didn't know if he was a poor or a lucky boy as, unlike Marcus and Reg, he was getting almost constant attention. From his hands, my shoulder and tit, I could tell he was starting to tremble.
Denise had him in her mouth, working quite deep, so I moved my mouth to suck his smooth balls. That must have been the final trigger as his fingers dug into my flesh in two places, and he let out a mighty groan. His knees started to buckle, but he kept standing.
Instinctively, I released Marcus's cock so I could receive Johnny's spunk, but of course he was in Denise's mouth. Still, I decided to lick the side of his shaft between her fingers. I felt the distinct jolt as he fired his first shot. Denise then released his weapon and shoved his glans in my open mouth to receive the second meaty shot whilst she swallowed, then back to hers for the third. The last real shot was not much more than a top up to what I was holding and while I savoured that, Denise took him back to suckle the last drops from him. And then he dropped, finally unable to keep standing.
Denise and I shared a creamy kiss and Johnny surprised me, if not us, by making it a three-way kiss before he crawled off and climbed up on the bed behind us. Now Denise and I only had a prick a piece we could concentrate on getting the jizz out of them. From Denise's enthusiasm and knowing her competitive streak, I realised she was making it a race and possibly would want to share Marcus if she relieved Reg of his load first.
Well, I wasn't having that, even if I thought Reg was off bounds for me. It was close, so close I'm not sure who won as Reg is prone to groaning on the buildup to letting go. As Marcus came he started to thrust his hips, getting his cock right to the back of my throat, but fortunately not so much that I couldn't cope. However, at the crucial moment, I managed to hold him back so I got to taste and savour his salty sweet cum.
Whilst Reg slid down into Denise's arms for a cuddle and a kiss, Marcus just collapsed over my shoulder and I held him there till he started to climb back onto the bed.
When I stood, I saw Johnny was sitting on the right of the sofa bit where he could get a good view and Marcus had gone to where Reg had been sitting. When Reg got off her, Denise stood. She went to the foot of the bed and sat on the left-hand side with Reg standing between her legs. She patted the area beside her, on her left, that is the bed's right, and I sat there.
She lay down and Reg lifted her legs over his shoulders. He looked at Marcus. "Marcus, get your arse over here. You get to enjoy Freya's pussy as you missed out last night." With that he dropped his head between his wife's legs but clearly they must have had some chat before I joined them for Brunch. I wondered what else had been said, but I suppose I would find out in due course.
With that instruction, Marcus quickly crawled down the bed, dropping to the floor over the edge next to me. He quickly rounded the corner and got between my legs and in contrast to Reg, he stroked the outside of my calves and kissed my knees. I ruffled his hair. "Nice technique, but Denise will want to beat me to an orgasm. So get on with it." With that, I laid back and raised my legs to give him the room he needed.
Despite my more than implied request for Marcus to get on with it, he still took his time kissing along the inside of my thighs, closing in on the target. Much more sensual than Johnny's more direct approach last night. Yes, my memories were now crystal clear, and getting me very turned on. When he finally made contact, his lips on my nether lips, it felt like a jolt of electricity and I thrust my hips up into his face and my hands went down to tangle in his hair.
With Reg and Marcus having a face full of pussy, Johnny must have been feeling a bit left out when Denise told him, "Johnny honey, there are four tits that you can play with as these two seem to think they have their hands full down there." With that he moved from the sofa, onto the bed and between us.
He was kneeling with his legs spread but raised up so he could reach out and run his hands over both of our breasts, stroking our nipples as he did so. I turned my head and my view was largely blocked by his thighs but I brought my right hand up and reached between his legs to find his not entirely flaccid dick. As I stroked it, it hardened, but then Johnny changed his position and I lost contact.
I would have tried again, but at that moment Marcus slid two fingers into my sex and stroked my g-spot, causing my senses to hurtle towards my climax, so my mind was focused on that. I found my right hand was back to his head to hold him tight against my pussy as I started to writhe and buck in the throes of my orgasm, just as Denise started to cry out as well.
We were brought up the bed and then soothed by the three men as we came down from our orgasms, with them lying alongside us, Reg, Denise, Johnny, me and Marcus engaged in some mutual gentle stroking. This was helped by the fact that Reg and Marcus needed to be turned on their sides to prevent them rolling off the edges. I quickly established that both Johnny and Marcus had renewed vigour in their pricks and I realised that my hand on Johnny hadn't encountered Denise's.
Denise giggled and then told us, "Right, time for the next scene. Reg and I will move to the top. Freya, get yourself ready for a spit-roast." Nice of her to ask, Not! Denise continued, "Marcus, stand at this side of the bed, indicating the one that Reg had been on, so that you can have your cock down her throat, Johnny, get behind her when she is in position. It was clear that with Marcus standing by the bed, I would have to be positioned across it, with my head and arms nearly on the edge. I knew that Denise would have planned this out and as I was enjoying myself, I knew objecting would be against my better interests.
So now I was there, hands and knees facing the door, with my arse towards the window, playing with Marcus's cock. Johnny climbed on the bed behind me, and with one hand on my hip, was stroking the tip of his dick up and down my pussy lips. I noticed that Denise had Reg lying across the sofa, with his feet on the arm and it looked as if she was going to ride him cowgirl.
It struck me that both their heads were going to be towards my butt and I wondered why, but at that point, Johnny's dick found my entrance and started to open me up, so I didn't care about them. As Johnny's dick started to tunnel into me, I opened my mouth in pleasure, and that invited Marcus's cock to fill the gap. I did what any self-deprecating slut would do. I grabbed hold of his cock and ran my tongue around the head as I pulled back his sheath to expose more of his thick shaft, then started to bob up and down on it whilst he ran his fingers through my hair.
Johnny had slowly worked his dick into me, until his tuft of pubes was tickling my ass crack. At the same time, I was occasionally managing to take enough of Marcus's cock so that his pubes were brushing my nose and I was only holding his shaft with my thumb and index finger, the rest cupping his balls.
Then Marcus's grip on my head became firmer, as did Johnny's on my hips, and they began to thrust into me at the same time. I was feeling like the sex toy I was, grabbing a breath when I could. Then Marcus let go of my head to reach down to grope my tits and nipples, relying on his and Johnny's thrusting to keep up his fucking of my mouth. I had never been so thoroughly spit-roasted before!
Johnny had both hands on my hips, but then he moved them inwards to my ass, and I could feel his thumbs pulling me open to expose my rosebud. I heard Denise say, "There you go luv." With that, Johnny let go with his right hand and leaned to that side. What was that about?
I felt something dribble on my ass crack and trickle down, then he opened me up again and I felt his thumbs massage my now lubed up backdoor. I wondered how much attention he was going to give me during my spit-roast. Then I knew as both thumb tips pressed forward.
I tried to relax as they slipped in up to the first joint and then started to work on spreading me further. I relaxed as the added stimulation was building my climax quite nicely. One thumb slipped out, whilst the other wiggled. I felt more oil pour down on my ass and then the second thumb was back and they both surged forward, as deep as they could go.
I had to pull off Marcus's cock as my orgasm struck. My left arm failed me and Marcus couldn't hold me up by my tits. I dropped my head to the edge of the mattress. Johnny stopped thrusting and as my climax eased, he pulled his prick out of my pussy and his thumbs out of my ass. I thought the men were going to switch, but then Johnny widened my legs and I felt his glans negotiating with my rosebud for access. The lovely dirty boy!
I was so relaxed that Johnny's dick was soon embedded in my ass. He clearly knew what he was doing as he gave me a moment or two to get used to his presence before he started to slowly thrust deeper and deeper. More oil flowed down, but as both of Johnny's hands were on my ass, still spreading me, it must have been Denise who was doing the honours. With the extra oil, Johnny started to seriously work on getting his whole dick driven into my ass.
I lifted my head enough to see that Marcus was now sitting on the floor beside the bed watching Johnny's plundering of my ass. He then looked down at me and we exchanged smiles. I looked to the right to see Reg and Denise were also sitting up, possibly still coupled, but watching as well. And Denise had her phone in her hand filming me!
Somehow the exhibitionism increased the pleasure I was getting from Johnny's thrusting and I reached my right hand back to work on my clit. Marcus helped me get my head off the bed and started to kiss me and I had to put my left arm around his neck for support.
Marcus reached down and started to work on my boobs and nips again, this time with more vigour. The sensation was fantastic as my melons got squished and my nipples slid between his fingers and thumbs.
Denise moved to be beside me, stroking my back and whispered, "Could you do me a favour?" Before I could do more than look at her she continued, "After Johnny has come in your ass, can Reg fuck it as well?"
I stupidly replied, "Won't you mind him cheating on you?" Though the very thought of Reg's thicker cock in my ass turned me on.
She just smiled and smacked my ass. "Not if I tell him to, with your permission. It's just that he likes it more than I do. It'd be a treat for us both. So...?"
I thought about it briefly. I could see why Denise might not want Reg's thick prick up her jaxy too often, but I was well loosened up and specially lubricated. "If you are certain, then what the fuck!"
With Johnny's full length driving in and out of my ass, my boobs being worked over as Marcus and I tried to eat each other's faces, plus the extra sexy thoughts, I was hurtling towards another orgasm. Then Johnny moved his hands and gave my buttocks a double smack before grabbing my hips and upping his thrusting from hard to frantic, before driving home hard.
I felt his dick spasm and the warmth of his cum in me. Marcus squeezed my tits and as his hands slipped down, he caught and tugged my nipples. I came again as I frantically strummed my clit. We froze in place as the two of us rode our orgasms and we stayed like that until Johnny pulled out. He then headed out of the room presumably to get cleaned up. With that Reg was behind me and without difficulty was sliding his prick into my gaping ass.
Even then, he couldn't get all the way in immediately, but with three thrusts he had bottomed out on my, er, bottom, and boy did it feel good. With that I looked and noticed the expression on Marcus's face, which was easy as I was still hanging on his neck. He looked like the cat who had the cream taken away.
Denise must have noticed as well. "Oh, Reg! I have a wonderful idea. Grab Freya and roll on your back." Before I could react, he wrapped both his arms around my waist and rolled diagonally. Now I was lying on him, his prick up my ass, in the centre of the bed and along its length, with my legs in the air and my pussy exposed to the world.
Denise was crouched beside me and put her left hand between my legs to spread my folds and stroke my clit. "Marcus, hop up on the bed here," she indicated the space between Reg and my legs, "and you can have Freya in a DP." Well he didn't need to be asked twice. I wondered about what was going to happen so I went to bring my legs together, but Reg grabbed me from under my knees and pulled them up and out.
I looked at Marcus, who had a massive smile, then down at his rampant cock. Denise used her fingers to both open me up and stroke my clit. I looked back up at Marcus. I had never had two pricks down below before, but I was as ready as I ever would be and I was going to do this, or have it done to me, so I relaxed. "Please take it slow, I feel full already."
"No problem, gorgeous. We all want to enjoy this and only want to hear the sounds of pleasure." With that, he moved forwards and held my ankles whilst Denise rubbed his cock head up and down my pussy lips to get it slicked up. I nodded to him and he eased forward as Denise directed his cock into my tunnel. He had to take it so slow as I was tighter than the first time I had a prick in my pussy and that was after plenty of play with a dildo. But it felt so good.
Once he was all the way in, Reg started to rock my body on his which meant that both his and Marcus's pricks slid in and out of my ass and pussy whilst my melons swayed to and fro. Denise kept up the assault on my clit with her right hand and then managed to get her left onto my right tit and started to twist my nipple. That triggered another shaking, wailing orgasm.
I think I lost the plot as the next thing I knew, I was only being rocked slowly and both my nipples were being caressed. Looking to my left I saw Johnny had rejoined us and was kneeling there, left hand on my left melon. He brought his mouth to mine for a tender kiss and his right hand stroked my hair. "You seemed to enjoy that." I nodded. "Ready for some more?"
I was wondering what more there could be, but as Reg and Marcus were still hard in me I supposed it meant fucking. I was a bit breathless so quietly replied. "Yeh, let's do it."
And with that Denise tweaked my nipple and slapped my clit. "There's my sexy slut friend. Johnny when you are ready." With that Reg and Marcus started to thrust in me again, but this time it was different. Reg thrust into my ass using his hips whilst Marcus pulled back. Then Marcus, using my thighs for anchorage thrust in whilst Reg rotated out. The sensation in my pussy and ass were so different as their pricks swapped back and forth, particularly as it stimulated my cervix.
Johnny moved slightly and turned my head so I was looking at his dick that was not only hard, but had a drop of precum glistening at the tip. Now I realised what Denise meant by 'more'. I willingly opened my mouth and he brought the head close enough for me to lick up the drop of nectar. I slid my arm between his legs and onto his butt, so that I could pull him into my lips and mouth.
In doing so, Johnny lost his balance and sort of fell, arching himself across my and Reg's head. Fortunately, possibly aided by Denise, he managed to get himself supported on his arms. He had himself where his dick was right in front of my face and, guided by my hand on his butt, was able to thrust into my mouth. Another first, I was now airtight!
Johnny's thrusts got deeper as I encouraged him to do so. Having taken a deep breath, I pulled him in hard and he jammed at the back of my throat. I held him there as long as I could before releasing him. He pulled out completely, but then kept his dick sliding along my lips where my tongue could play with its underside and even his balls.
Once I got my breath back, I grabbed Johnny's dick and sucked it between my lips. He settled into a rhythm of gently fucking my mouth, as I played with his tight hairless balls. In contrast the tempo of Reg and Marcus's fucking was increasing and Denise was back to playing with my clit and nipples, switching from one to the other.
Another orgasm crashed over me and I had to push Johnny back to save me from biting him as I writhed in pleasure. But as I came down, I grabbed his shaft. Furiously wanking it, I suckled on the head and I heard him groan.
The first thing that happened was that Marcus suddenly drove hard into me and, with a shout, I felt him shoot his load into my waiting womb.
When Marcus pulled out, having pinned me hard on Reg, Reg then started to frantically hammer into my ass, seeking his release. That was my cue to go all out on Johnny's dick to get him to come in my mouth, which he did and I gladly swallowed all of his spunk. He then rolled over my head and lay there.
Reg's thrusts went from frantic to a few very hard long ones and then I felt the warmth of his cum in my bowels. With that he released my legs to flop on either side of his. He made some more short, spasm-like thrusts before he lay there with his hands gently running up and down my sides, before encouraging me to slide off him, away from Denise.
I lay there, totally satiated, and heard Denise say, "It looks like you enjoyed that." I turned my head to reply but realised she was half on top of Reg and clearly speaking to him.
Before I could say anything, he replied. "Oh, I think we all did, even you in your voyeuristic, manipulative way."
"Oh, I did, but once you are cleaned up and ready, I will need a good seeing to. So hurry up." With that Reg quickly, but clearly with an effort, got off the bed and left the room, followed by Denise.
Being left alone, the guys got either side of me and we were kissing and cuddling and getting surprisingly frisky. Despite having come in me, Marcus was soon moving down to get his head between my legs and in short order he was munching on my pussy.
Johnny was working on my melons and alternating the sucking of my nipples making me squirm and giggle, though that was a combination of his and Marcus's ministrations. I had my right hand running through Johnny's hair and my left had found and was wanking his dick, which had fully recovered. Johnny looked up at me and told me///, "Oh, you have fantastic fuckable tits!"
I found that a bit of a turn on, actually a lot of one. "Would you really like to fuck my melons?"
"Good God, yes! I've wanted to fuck your... fantastic tits since you arrived yesterday."
Marcus broke off from eating my pussy to add, "Yes, they are amazing." Then returned to his sucking of my clit with added enthusiasm.
I looked at Johnny and smiled. "Well, since you put it that way, I would be pleased to have your wonderful dick fuck my melons, just find the lube first."
That only took him a moment as they were right there on the table, and he ran a good dollop in my cleavage. He straddled me and wrapped my boobs around his cock and started rutting between them, whilst his thumbs flicked my nipples.
As Johnny started to ride my melons, Marcus upped his game by inserting two fingers in my tunnel and massaged my g-spot. It was not long before I was screaming in the throes of another orgasm. The guys eased off, Johnny in particular getting back beside me, as I returned to sanity.
We were lying there with the guys stroking me gently from knees to neck showering me with small kisses on my shoulders, neck and ears. Then I naively remarked, "Well lads, I suppose we have done it all now?"
They glanced at each other, and Marcus commented, "Well... I haven't fucked your ass."
Johnny added. "And I haven't had a DP."
I looked from one to the other, and they were not teasing, but my reply was not meant as an invite. "Oh, so you want to DP me with Marcus in my ass?" At that they both smiled and nodded and each squeezed the melon closest to them.
Then in stereo they replied, "Yes, please."
Their smiles were so wide and, raising myself on my elbows and looking down, I could see they were both sporting hard erections. Suddenly, I was feeling randy again! "OK, how are we going to do this, I don't fancy doing the same again."
Johnny decided, "Right, let's try it upright." And with that he slid down and sat at the end of the bed. "Come on Freya, sit on me cowgirl." I didn't know what 'upright' meant but I trusted he did, so I straddled his chest and moved back and lifted my hips so that I could get his dick in my pussy. I was so sexed up at that point, that I just impaled myself on him in one movement and quickly began to rock back and forth to get the pleasure of my clit on his pubic bone.
He wrapped his arms under my legs, sat up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Then, with a little help from Marcus, Johnny stood, lifting me with him. Now I understood upright! Marcus pressed himself against my back, with his cock in the crease of my ass and his hands coming around to grasp my tits and his mouth to kiss my neck.
Johnny started to lift me up and down on his prick, sending shocks up my clit, and rubbing my nipples against his chest. Meanwhile, Marcus's cock was sliding up and down my ass crack. He stepped away for a moment and when he came back, Johnny held me still. Marcus wiped a good amount of lube on my backdoor and then worked it in with the fingers of both hands. One hand vanished and then placed the head of his cock on the edge of my gape and once his hand moved he pushed it in a short way.
It felt like he nodded, and then Johnny started to lift and drop me again. As he did, Marcus's cock worked its way into me until I was double impaled and filled with their pricks. Marcus brought his hands around to squeeze my melons and tweak my nipples, causing me to moan.
After a few minutes of being used to fuck their members, during which I was hanging onto Johnny for dear life, Johnny passed first my left leg, then the right, to Marcus to hold, with a loss of playing on my tits. Rather than lift and drop me, he held me still and both of the guys started to use their hips to thrust into me, alternating so I felt their pricks dualling in my sex. Relieved of holding me, Johnny was able to lift my melons to the point where he could alternately suck on my nipples and when he gently bit one, it triggered my next orgasm - blimey how many had I had?!
Although I could feel my pussy and ass spasming and clenching on the guys, they just kept fucking me and when they went into overdrive, I was screaming and crying as first Marcus and then Johnny released their cum into me. Afterwards, Johnny collapsed back onto the bed taking me with him and pulling Marcus's cock out of my well-used ass. Then I rolled off Johnny, emptying my equally well-fucked pussy.
Then I heard clapping and Denise saying, "Well, Freya, that was some show. I'll share the videos later, but it's time for dinner."
I went and did some essential cleaning up and grabbed some fresh clothes. Although my others had been kindly collected from the living room, they were a bit messed up. When I got to the dining room, everyone else was already there, also in different clothes, though Johnny's were still dark and tight.
Denise and Reg had prepared a lovely Sunday dinner of roast beef with all the trimmings. I noted that there was only fruit juice or tea to drink as three of us would be driving home. I was also grateful for the padded chair as I was still feeling the effects of more cock, dick and prick than I had ever had in twenty-four hours.
I asked Denise. "How did you and Reg cook such a wonderful dinner when you commented that he needed to give you a good seeing to?"
"Oh, I was teasing him. He will do that later while we watch our new videos." I wondered how much else of my escapades with the guys she had filmed. But after today I couldn't begrudge her that.
After the dessert of Eton Mess, and I did feel a bit of a mess, followed by some fancy coffees, we all bid our farewells and went on our ways with Denise promising to send on contact details.
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For those who like closure. (note you are free to ignore this or write your own, even share them in the comments)
Denise did send me contact details for Marcus and Johnny along with the videos of my day with the guys including the DPs. She also confirmed that she hadn't passed mine on, or the video, to the lads.
I might see about going on a simple date with one or both of them, not at the same time, you randy people, to find out if there is something there more than sex. Johnny might get invited first, but we will see. Though there is a new guy who just started at work...
Love and choices, Freya.
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If anyone wonders... Boring bit if you wonder about any words or facts.
Not sure there is anything much here... except...
Compared to what I read about in the States, drink driving (note not even as severe as drunk driving) and driving under the influence of drugs, even prescription ones, is heavily regulated in the UK, and much of Europe, with roadside breath and drug testing. So drinking much more than a glass of wine or a pint of ordinary beer could give you a large fine and a driving ban, so sensible people don't even try. Same with 'may cause drowsiness' warnings on medication and illegal drugs. However, Mr Google seems to disagree. Penalties also seem to be higher but YMMV!
Regarding her ideas about "new guy who just started at work..." British workplaces rarely have policies about relationships between staff as that might cause problems with privacy. So they rely on normal disciplinary measures, such as one case where a couple were dismissed for 'wasting company time' after they were found having sex during working hours.
- Marcus, with a hairless chest and legs, had on amorphous loose cotton blue striped boxers, hiding his hidden treasures.
- The brown-haired man, wearing boxer shorts, and the ginger-headed man in tight-fitting clothing were the two sleeping men in the guest room with Freya.
- Freya's memories flooded back as she examined the dried spunk on her chin, maybe a sign of a spit roast the night before.
- The story includes categories such as 'Anal' and 'Group Sex', where the wife shares her husband, and even includes a 'spit roast' scene.
- The events in the story are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic, but rather an excuse for some imaginative group sex scenarios.
