Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

She rolled me over on my back, and then crawled between my legs. She took my half-hard dick and put the tip in her mouth and very slowly swirled her tongue around the head. I was in heaven. I love blowjobs that start when my dick isn’t full hard, and the whole thing fits nicely inside of a woman’s mouth. But the important thing is that my dick had just been inside of her pussy a short time ago. My wife had never done that for me, and I assume that most women wouldn’t do that. Olivia was clearly not most women. She had no problem with the fact that it was a recently fucked dick and was going to town on it.

When I was most of the way hard, Olivia slowly pulled her mouth off of me. Jennifer, though getting gently screwed by Ken, had actually been watching the whole blowjob intensely, probably thinking, “I can’t believe you put that in your mouth,” but clearly thinking it was hot.

Olivia looked at Jennifer now, clearly proud of her handiwork, smiled and said in a voice that sounded like a dare, “Did you want a try?”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Jennifer looked surprised, and didn’t immediately react. But Jennifer didn’t want to look like the coward and had occasionally indicated that two dicks at once was a fantasy of hers. So, she eventually smiled, and I didn’t wait to slide over and put my cock in her mouth. If she had concerns, she didn’t show them and started sucking on my cock with gusto. Maybe she was trying to outdo Olivia, but all that I knew was that very soon she was all-in on this blowjob.

I love a blowjob easily as much as the next guy, but this was special. This was my wife, who had always claimed she was a 10 out of 10 heterosexual, sucking on a cock that had recently been inside of another pussy. And her mouth was involuntarily bobbing back and forth as she was getting fucked.

I was a little jealous that Ken was getting fucked by my wife and I wasn’t getting fucked by his. Fortunately, Olivia seemed to be feeling that way also. This was my lucky day that not only did Olivia feel like another session, but she rolled me on my back and slid right down on me.

I thought maybe Olivia was trying to establish some dominance in the situation, or possibly trying to show off how hot she was. In any case, she was sliding herself up and down on me while I got to watch her amazing body fuck me. I had been too concerned with wondering how the night was going to go earlier that I didn’t really have the chance to take in how good looking she was without her clothes on. I was really starting to appreciate how hot she was and thinking that I must be some sort of sex god that she’d want to ride me.

At some point though, I understood what was happening. She was really getting into the sex, but she was sitting on top of me and watching Ken and Jennifer fuck. And at some point, they made the transition from nice, slow friendly sex to fucking. Ken was now totally back on top of her, and their bodies were pressed together. Jennifer had her hands on his ass and he was pistoning in and out of her with a slapping sound. She would never admit it, but I think that loud slapping of bodies together while fucking really gets her going. Ken and I were both a little more restrained than we were previously, and fortunately lasted a lot longer, but it was easy to see where this was heading.

As things started getting more intense, I had to look over at my wife and see if I could catch her in the act of coming. Like every woman, watching her come is amazingly hot. Usually she gets a bit of a blank stare before she comes and then closes her eyes, but they were open. They were open and they were watching Olivia bounce up and down on me. I believe her when she says she’s not interested in women, but watching Olivia ride me was something that was too beautiful not to look at.

I was nervous about being able to go two for two as far as making Olivia come, but I think of all us, she was probably feeding off the energy of all of the sex in the room more than anyone else. She was watching Ken fuck Jennifer while Jennifer watched Olivia fuck me. I felt a little like I was being used as a tool for her orgasms, and that made me feel like a million bucks.

At some point, she stopped bouncing so much and pushed her tits against me while she ground her clit on me while we fucked. You could tell she was getting closer and was interested in getting there at all costs. Ken was getting close too. I had a sense that I was going to outlast him this time, although to be fair, he’d had his dick in Jennifer non-stop for most of the past hour.

Sure enough, Ken went from confidence to coming in an instant. It’s usually like that for me the second time. You think you can last forever since you just came, and then at some point it just rolls over you out of nowhere. As he shouted Jennifer’s name out as he came, Olivia followed close behind him, pulling at my back and grinding herself into me.

All of these orgasms were getting me very close, and I was ready to start going full speed at Olivia, when she climbed off of me and said, “You should finish with Jennifer.”

I was not expecting that. I don’t think Ken was expecting that and I’m sure that Jennifer wasn’t. Ken was probably used to Olivia giving orders at this point in their marriage, and he just rolled off to the side and wound up with his knees on the floor beside the bed. Jennifer was just laying there, very worked up, but she hadn’t come. I don’t think she was thinking, “What kind of slut am I?” so much as, “Someone needs to get me off!” And Olivia had rolled off of me before I came.

A small part of me was thinking, do I really want fuck Jennifer right now? I mean, Ken has come in her not once but twice. But really, I wanted it. I wanted to fuck her because I was close and honestly needed to get myself off. I wanted to fuck her because I wanted her to be able to get off. But mostly, I wanted to fuck her because I wanted to stick my dick in her once-in-a-lifetime slutty pussy and make my contribution to the cause.

It goes without saying that I slid in effortlessly. It was a hot, wet mess, but it was my wife. After an evening focused around screwing the beautiful woman I had met only the day before, this was now about me and Jennifer. I felt it, and she felt it. I had had my fun, she had had some fun too, but this was about us. We had been fucking each other for decades, and we knew just what to do. It was messy, it was sloppy, but we both wanted each other so bad.

Ken and Olivia just watched from either side of us as I started fucking her hard. Ken had had her all night, but she was finishing with me and that was how it was going to end. I was fucking Jennifer hard, two people were watching, and Jennifer didn’t seem to give a shit. She was loud, she was obscene, and she was beautiful. As we got near the end, she started shouting, “Jim… Jim… Jim… Oh fuck… I’m coming, I’m coming… I’M COMMMMMING…” as if no one was watching, or maybe as if everyone in the world was watching. I came hard, and made her mine again. There were no bad feelings anywhere, but I wanted the audience to know she was mine.

And honestly, I think they were rooting for me. Everyone had gotten what they wanted this evening, and everyone was going to go home happy, except possibly the maid when it came time to clean the room.

Jennifer and I lay there in each other’s arms while Ken and Olivia got in bed and snuggled under the covers. At some point, we realized we were a little tiny bit cool, and that it was probably time to get up. Ken and Jennifer were ‘home’, but we had to gather our things and head back to our suite where the door was about 6 feet from the door to their suite.

Jennifer grabbed her original dress and put it on, leaving the borrowed dress from Olivia with them. I put on my pants and just held everything else in my hands. We left with a smile and a wave after a night that was life-changing. It was unlikely we were ever going to forget this, and I wasn’t sure what the proper thing to say after something like this. As we were going out the outer door, Jennifer quickly peeked back in the bedroom door and said, “Hopefully we’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow!” That was such a Jennifer thing to say.

We never did get her underwear back.