woensdag 13 januari 2016

Lost

When he got the invitation it had seemed a great idea. It would be a joy to see his best friends Steve, Mac and Justin again and he had known their partners almost as long as they had known them himself. That could not become a problem either. Quite the contrary: he liked these girls a lot. They all had been very nice towards Tiff, from the moment they had met her. Never the name of his ex was even mentioned, they had accepted his new wife like she had been one of the "crew" from the start.

Tiff had been enthusiastic from the moment she had heard about the reunion. They had hired a mansion in the South of Belgium with four bedrooms and an immense living room. One bedroom was downstairs, which Steve had claimed because he was an old man according to himself. So he should avoid walking the stairs. With a big laugh everybody had agreed. The surroundings were great, they had lovely walks in the woods and the weather gods had been very sympathetic towards them.

Until that soggy afternoon. They had been caught by a drizzle that had cooled down the atmosphere, it had even made himself a bit grumpy. The gallantry from his friends towards his wife, who was some years younger than the rest and quite good looking, started to irritate him. Helping her over a fallen tree or down a steep slope even before he could get to her, was a bit over the top. He thought their wives were thinking the same, but they seemed to be trying not to notice it. They were all wearing macs with the hoods covering most of their faces, so it was hard to tell.

When they were nearing the mansion he tried to shake the miserable feeling off. These were good guys and he had known them from the time they were teenagers. Steve and his wife Liz had been a huge support during his painful divorce. Instead of having jealous feelings towards him, he should be feeling guilty for having a secret. One evening when he was really down he had been together with Liz. She had held him while he had a breakdown, was in tears. Things got out of hand: it had led to them having sex on the floor of the living room. They had never talked about it afterwards.

It was good to be back inside, they turned the heating up and Justin started a fire in the fireplace. All the men had a good poke in the flames which caused Liz to exclaim that there was a hidden arsonist in every man. They all had a good laugh.
Mac's wife Belle came in with a bottle of wine, glasses were found and soon they cheered about the lovely time they were enjoying.

What to do in the middle of a rainy afternoon?
Justin suggested to play a game of poker; he had seen a set of cards in one of the cupboards. His wife Tammy pretended to have a big yawn. How boring!
Mac came with the idea of transferring the game in strip poker, that would be fun for the ladies. Liz thought it could be spiced up if the wives would have to follow the men in the stripping. They all laughed, it sounded like fun and not really shocking: they all had seen each other naked before.

Of all the people he had expected the next suggestion the least coming from his Tiff.
"It would be really a challenge if the loser's wife has to be a sex slave for the other men for an hour or such." It was not clear if she meant this as a sort of joke, a sign that she thought the whole idea was silly. But her words were applauded to, Liz literally clapped in her hands and showed a big grin.
He didn't want to be a party spoiler and Tiff didn't blink an eye. It was hard to tell if she regretted her words.

The game was started and soon they were all losing garments. The men were a bit hidden while they were around the dinner table, but the women were sitting in all their splendour around the coffee table. When Tiff lost her bra he could sense his friends to have a good look at her fierce pear shaped breasts. The nipples were hard, it could hardly be caused by the temperature in the room.
Her breasts were so different from the heavy ones that Tammy already had been showing for some time. They were firm too, but gravity was having it's effect.

The end of the game was near, it looked like Steve and Liz were going to lose. Mac was already suggesting to her that she should search in the cupboards for a whip. Maybe they would be using it on her. But all the last rounds were lost by himself; with every piece of clothing Tiff lost, she asked him to improve his play a bit. Her laugh was sounding different now, at least he could sense some nerves entering her mind.

The last hand was played and he ended up with a miserable pair of 7's. Not enough. He sighed and removed his boxer shorts while he saw his lovely Tiff removing her lovely pearly string.
"This is it or is there still a last round to be played", he asked with a dry mouth.
"No excuses, no delays, we are coming for our price!", Justin walked towards Tiff, took her by the hand and almost dragged her towards Steve and Liz's bedroom, followed by Mac and Steve. Tiff looked at him, her eyes expressing her mixed emotions: fun, fear and curiosity.

The men left the door of the bedroom open and while there was a big sudden silence in the living room they could hear everything that was going on.
"Where do you want me?", Tiff asked with a little laughter in her voice. "Like this?"
One of the man grunted something, another, probably Steve, said: "Turn around."
"Please, not over there!", Tiff shouted almost in a sort of panic.
"St, we'll be careful. We'll use plenty of lube", Justin said. Tiff's reaction was not very clear, a sort of mumbling, like her mouth was full of something.

Liz looked at him, he knew by now he probably would be showing his unhappy feelings about this all. She looked at Tammy and Belle: "He doesn't need to be hearing all of this. Agreed? We'll give him some consolation." The women got up and Tammy took his hand. He was sure they all could see that the situation didn't leave him without any feelings. His hard-on was very obvious, Belle could not resist to touch the shaft, which made his penis jump up even more. He had lost all control.

He meekly had himself lead up the stairs to his own bedroom, Tammy tore off the covers of the bed and dropped them in a corner. Liz pushed him gently on his back on the bed, his very stiff dick was like a flagpole and almost hurting.
"Shit, it looks like we don't have any lube over here!", Belle warned. "This should be fun and not hurting."
"No problem", Tammy reacted and she bent over him and took his member in her mouth. She went up and down the shaft a few times, looked him in the eyes and warned: "Don't you dare to come yet!"
He shook his head, but she didn't even see that. She spit on him and covered the whole shaft with her saliva.

"I love it when a good dick fills my mouth completely", she announced.
"See, I told you so, didn't I. He has a lovely dipstick."
His mind tolled around: were they having discussions about his penis? It sounded like they all knew about his little adventure with Liz.
"Help me get me on him", she ordered and Belle guided his flagpole in Liz' eager cunt. She started riding him while Belle caressed his balls and Tammy put one of her immense breasts in his mouth.
He started to suck the nipple like a baby while he felt that his rider was milking him with her experienced muscles.

It was all too much and he had to let go of the nipple to cry out when he came.
He was still in a daze when he heard Liz say: "Wow, I could almost taste his cum! It all was a bit too exciting for our poor loser."
Tammy was looking unhappy at his dick that was slowly slipping out of the cunt above it.
"What about me? It was my turn."
Belle told her that she would solve the problem. She started licking off the juices that even made his pubic hairs wet and then slowly concentrated on the top of his now limp stick. Belle even squeezed the little eye open and licked inside it. Tammy decided to help her, licked his balls and placed her hand near his bum. Then she went up and down between his penis and his arse, stroking and kneading. It all had effect: he was not as stiff as before, but Tammy looked happy enough when she mounted him.

Now things went different: Belle climbed to the head of the bed and lowered herself on his face.
He knew what was required and started to lick her shaven cunt up and down for some time. Then he stuck his tongue between the lips and entered her as far as he could without getting cramps in his mouth. She was very wet and it was almost as if she was slipping away. He held her hips firmly and went for her clit. It was very easy to find, standing erect like a soldier greeting his superior.  
While he was busy with this, concentrating as much as he could, he could feel his erection subsiding and himself slipping out of Tammy.

Who took his dick in her mouth he couldn't see, but she worked miracles. He felt like he was going to burst apart and moaned beneath the eager cunt of Belle. The other two understood the message and he felt his dick being absorbed by that lovely cunt again. The shaking of Belle and her desperate sounds made him close to coming. Feeling that somebody else started to lick his balls again, was too much and he came yelling into Belle's cunt. She came too and fell completely over his face.

He couldn't breath at all and started waving his hands in the air.
It didn't last very long before his mouth was freed.
"You poor thing! You thought we would let you suffocate? Of course not!" Liz exclaimed.
"Come ladies, time to let our stallion catch his breath, take a shower and liberate the lovely slave from the cruel hands and dicks of our husbands."

They went, but before they left the room they picked up the bed covers and put them on top of him.
He had almost dozed off when he noticed that somebody slipped in the bed next to him. His pretty Tiff kissed him and asked if he was okay. He nodded and replied that he had been more worried about her. "No need to", she reacted: "I loved every second of it."
He sniffed: "You smell like sex."
"You too", she laughed. "And now I want sex with you."

"I'm afraid I'm not able to do that anymore. They took it all," he said regretful.
"We'll see about that!", she answered and went under the covers with her head.
When she took his little willie in her mouth and started to play around the head with her tongue, he pushed the covers off. He looked at the scene with a content smile. Oh, how he loved this girl!
He almost knew for sure she could not get him going, but she was not a person to give up easily.
"Lick my finger, make it very wet", she ordered and he did so willingly. The finger tasted like cum, he wondered which of the men was responsible, but couldn't care less.

She looked approving at the finger after she had taken it out and asked him to lift his knees from the bed. Immediately she plunged the finger in his arse. First he felt his muscles tighten but he forced himself to give her her way. She left the finger where it was and started to jerk him off.
And yes, she did it, after a while his dick was half stiff. Licking, pulling, kneading and rubbing she went on. He shouted that he was coming, she rubbed on and had a good look and yes, there was a little cloud appearing on the head.
"I was right! Of course I can make you come. Any time! Because you are mine!"
She licked it off and gave him a deep kiss.
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