Why I love threesomes
My husband and I have been married for over ten years. It’s a successful marriage because we have a great sex life. There isn’t a single thing that I would say no to in the bedroom and we often take holidays in exotic locations where we can spend all day in bed, doing whatever we want to each other. I want to tell you about the vacation we took to an island in Greece. It turned out to be one of the hottest, sexiest getaways of my life.
When we arrived at our five-star resort on the island, we were pleased to find that our villa suite overlooked the beach. All I could see when I looked out the sliding glass doors was miles of white sand and crystal blue waters. We shared this beach with the other occupants of the next door villas. Every day I would see happy couples strolling along hand in hand or wading in the sea. I even saw one guy who was in the villa next to ours out from time to time. He was a writer and had come to the resort to do some research for his next book. He was tall and dark haired with a rock hard torso and big biceps. He clearly looked after himself at the gym.
I would leave the villa for a swim every evening and my husband and I would watch the sun go down from the beach with a bottle of wine. Once it was dark, we would strip off our swimsuits and lie naked on our towels, making out and even fucking once or twice. It was so exciting to finger fuck, suck, and ride each other under the warm summer night stars. One night, I got really carried away when my husband had me doggystyle on my hands and knees while he banged me from behind. I was fingering my clit and was close to cumming off.
That was when I realized there was someone standing on the beach a few yards away from us, watching us fuck. I recognized the writer guy from next door. I flung my hair back over my shoulders with one hand while I fingered myself to a shuddering climax with my other hand. My husband was shoving his cock in and out my pussy faster and faster until he whipped his jerking cock out of my tight quim and came over my back. We collapsed onto the sand, and rolled over to look at our audience of one. He was standing there, completely relaxed, with an unlighted cigarette in his hand. As we looked over, he put the cigarette in his mouth, lighted it, and inhaled.
The writer then said a casual hello and walked a little closer to us. My husband is an exceedingly generous lover. That’s how we have kept the spark in our marriage for so long. My husband smiled at the guy and asked him if he thought I was hot. The writer replied that he had been listening to us bang in our villa since we arrived, and always masturbated when he heard us fucking. He said it drove him wild to hear my moaning with desire, and he was hoping we would get to know each other a little better over a bottle of wine at his place.
My husband knew that this guy was looking for a little naughty holiday adventure. Because he had just cum, and needed some time for his batteries to recharge, my husband said that the writer and I could go ahead and he would join us there later. Here’s a small secret that my husband knows about me that no one else does: I am a sex addict that can’t stop the urge to cum. When I cum one time, I immediately want to do it again and again. I often carry on fucking myself with a big dildo or using my hand after my husband has cum.
The guy was already excited from watching us fuck. I could see that his cock was absolutely rampant in his short pants. He asked me to follow him back to his villa and told my husband he would leave the patio doors open so he could come in and join us whenever he wanted. We got up and made our way back to his room.
I was only wearing a tiny bikini and my husband has taken the towels back to our villa. When I got to the writer’s villa, I went straight to the shower and began to wash my husband’s cum off my back. The shower walls were completely transparent, and the writer watched me rub soapy bubbles all over my body and in between my legs as he lay on the bed. When I had finished washing, I walked straight out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed beside him. My body was all wet and steamy from the shower and I propped one leg up so that he could get a good look at my pussy. It was obvious that my clit was still plump and ready for action. He rolled over and began to lick my clit with delicate lapping tweaks. I could feel the electric thrill of a strange man’s tongue being in between my legs. Immediately, I got wet and hot inside my tight lovehole.
I flipped my body around so that I could suck his cock while he licked my hole. He buried his face in my crack, sticking his tongue into my pussy and my asshole. I love a good rimming and when his tongue licked around my quim and then went into my tatti, I shuddered as an orgasm began to build inside me. When I opened my eyes to focus on the guy’s cock as I wrapped my lips around it and sucked his knob, I saw my husband had come into the room and was sitting in a chair in the corner. He had his semi-erect cock in his hand and was watching us sixty-nine on the bed.
The writer noticed my husband and smiled at him. My writer sex partner stood up beside the bed and stripped off his shorts. Now he was completely naked and his cock was standing proudly out from his muscular torso, jumping every time he looked at my wet cunny hole.
I spread my pussy lips wide open with my fingers so that both men could see deep inside my tight, pink pussy hole, wet and glistening. The writer moved to mount me and I opened my legs wide so that my husband could see exactly when the man’s cock slowly pushed my lovehole lips apart and drove deep inside me. He pulled it out slowly, his knob was pulsing with desire and the shaft of his cock was like an iron bar. The veins stood out all over his prick and he was so rampant I couldn’t tell if he was circumcised or not. I grabbed his cock and banged it on top of my pussy and clit so I could feel how heavy and hard it was.
When I let his cock go, he slowly stuck it back inside my pussy. I was so close to cumming already that I had to bite my lower lip to stop from screaming. My husband was now fully erect, stroking his cock and cupping and pulling his ball sack. The writer was pounding away at my pussy, I could feel my tight, wet quim lips gripping his shaft as he hammered away at my lady parts. Before I could cum off, I pushed him off me and moved to get on top off him. I love riding a man cowgirl style and this would give my husband a chance to watch my cute ass bouncing up and down on top off his cock.
My husband was standing up now, his stiff prick in his hands, beating his cock with a firm grip. He would move around us so that he could see the guy fucking his wife from every angle. My big breasts were swinging in front of the guy’s face and he would suck my nipples as I leant over him. I began to rock on top of his cock faster, my moans building up into gasps of pleasure. He had his hands wrapped around my waist so that he could control my rhythm. All three of us were breathing fast and pounding our sex parts in unison. I could feel the biggest orgasm of my life mounting inside of me as I watched my husband beat his stiff prick. I started to shudder and moan as my pussy began to cum off. The writer pinched my nipples and I bucked and rocked for over a minute.
After my cum had slowed down, the guy whipped his cock out and turned me over onto my tummy. He stuck his finger into my asshole and began to stroke it. My husband came and sat on the bed with us, both men lifted me into kneeling position as the writer stuck his cock knob into my ass and my husband stuck his cock into my mouth. They spit roasted me for a few minutes, and then they both pulled their cocks out and came onto my back and face. I loved the feeling of the warm, wet, sticky cum all over me. I lay there with my ass aching and my pussy all wet with my juice. The two men collapsed back over their massive orgasms and then we all went to the bathroom for a shower. Definitely, one of the best holidays I had ever had.