An adult stories – A Rich Experience for Zoe by Kaleidoscope999,Kaleidoscope999 The last line of the email caught my eye: ‘I also have something non-work to discuss with you. Will be in touch shortly’. My mind turned over a few ideas as to what this might be, but could find no clues. I waited to hear more from Sarah.
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“It’s something I would like to ask Zoe to do for me,” Sarah said as we sat opposite one another at a table in the coffee shop. Sarah took a sip from her coffee.
“Zoe?” I said, slightly surprised and still none the wiser.
“Yes.” said Sarah, placing her cup on the saucer. The corners of her mouth hinted at a smile and she looked at me more intently. “Zoe”.
“OK. So now I’m intrigued. Tell me more.”
Sarah seemed to explore my eyes with hers as though looking for something inside me. I felt that Sarah was assessing me before she spoke.
“Well, it’s all to do with the Singapore thing,” Sarah said eventually.
“Yeah, that really was a win for you, wasn’t it?” I said, smiling. Sarah and I had been colleagues for a number of years and had supported each other through a couple of rough patches. Because we were professionally close I had been pleased when Sarah had been given the Singapore placement over some fierce competition.
“Yes, it was a win for me,” Sarah replied.
There was a ‘but’ coming.
“But it also means that I will be on planet Singapore for three months. Well, apart from a week in the middle when I come back to provide progress reports to Freeman and the board. Freeman doesn’t do online, it has to be in person. And Rich and I are really getting going now – getting close and starting to make plans together – and three months on planet Singapore is just what we don’t need. Just what I don’t need, anyway. Not in terms of our relationship.” She saw me smiling again.
“Sorry Ross,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Gushing a bit there, wasn’t I?” She smiled too.
“It’s nice,” I replied. “Having somebody to gush about is nice. About time for you as well, I would say”.
“Thanks. Yes it is nice. It’s really bloody nice in fact.” She grinned, unable to hide her investment in this relationship.
“And that is why I wanted to talk to you, Ross. Well, to Zoe really, but through you.”
“Now I am totally baffled” I said. I took a sip of my coffee. Sarah studied my eyes again briefly, then sighed gently.
“I might as well just get straight to the point.” she said. “I wanted to ask if Zoe could look after Rich for me while I am away, and if you would be happy with that. If both of you would be happy with that in fact. You might not be and that’s fine, totally fine. Of course it is. But I just wanted to ask in case it would be fine.”
“In what way does Rich need looking after? I mean, he’s a rising star in his field and all that, and a bright guy from what you’ve told me. He doesn’t seem the type to need much looking after.”
“Sex,” half-whispered Sarah, looking around to see who might be in earshot. “He needs looking after with sex.” She studied my face again. I had no idea what my face must look like right then.
“He has a high libido and three months is just going to be way too long. And I don’t want to lose him. Not now that we are onto something bigger and more lasting. I can’t lose him, Ross, I really can’t.”
I spoke slowly trying to understand what I was saying as I said it. “So, you want Zoe, to have sex, with Rich, while you are in Singapore, so that you don’t lose him?”
“Yes. But only if she is OK with that. And if you are OK with that too, of course.”
“You are asking me to ask Zoe to have sex with your boyfriend while you are in Singapore. If she is OK with that and if I am OK with that. Is that right?”
“Yes, exactly! And like I said, you might both not be alright with it in which case no problem, no harm done, and I will find a plan B. Somewhere. Someone.” Sarah waved her hands in a ‘somewhere’ gesture.
“But I thought that because you and Zoe like to have your sexy weekends away and try new things out from time to time, this could be another new thing for you to try out. I was hoping, anyway. It would just be for three months, so that Rich is being looked after and I know who by and I can totally trust Zoe because you two are rock solid. I know you are.” She sat back, took a sip from her cup, and waited for me to say something.
“For three months”, I said, still trying understand the question that Sarah was asking. She smiled.
“Yes. And it wouldn’t need to be more than once a week.”
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“Once a week?!” shouted Zoe.
“Not just once as a kind of try this out thing, but once a week?! For three fucking months?! Are you… you must be… Sarah must be joking. Or off her head! That’s not trying something new, that’s having a full-on relationship!”
“She’s not joking,” I said. “And I thought the same as you. But she really did mean it. Really does mean it.” Zoe stared at me and then out of the window and then at me again, processing.
“And what did you say?”
“I said that I’d pass on the request to you to see what you think.”
“No, I mean what did you say about me having sex with your colleague’s partner on a regular basis for three months? So that she won’t lose him, apparently! What did you say about that?”
“I was knocked sideways by the whole thing and didn’t say very much at all, to be honest. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell you and talk about it with you.”
“And what do you think now that you have told me? This is not just us trying something else, this is me trying someone else. And that’s going to change the whole dynamic, isn’t it?”
“Of course it will. And here’s the thing. I genuinely don’t know what I think about seeing you with someone else. I don’t think you can know unless it actually happens. Until I am right there watching you with him. Who knows how I’ll feel? I’ve had the fantasy plenty of times, you know I have. But actually being there in the real room with you and a real other man. That’s entirely different. Fantasies are safe because they are fantasies.”
Now it was Zoe’s eyes exploring mine. She was studying my face, listening to my words, seeing where I was with the whole thing. I was studying her body language too – trying to get a sense of where she was with it.
“OK. Let’s start with that. When you picture me with Rich… you have seen him, have you? You know what he looks like?”
“Only from a couple of photos that Sarah showed me. He looked handsome and was smiling. That’s all I noticed. What you would expect Sarah’s boyfriend to look like, was what I thought.”
“Alright. So picture the handsome, smiling man with his clothes off and me and him having sex. What does that do when you think about it?”
“I honestly can’t say because it’s just an image. Watching you having sex is always a total pleasure for me – you know that. I could watch you having sex all day and all night. And have done. But I can’t add another guy into the picture because it’s not happened and I have no point of reference.” I paused. Zoe was listening intently, taking in what I was telling her.
“And what about you?” I asked.
“How do you mean?”
“How do you feel when you think of another man having sex with you?” Zoe seemed taken aback. Her face displayed thoughtfulness, then confusion, then thoughtfulness again.
“I really can’t say.” She paused. “I mean, I don’t feel like I need to have sex with someone else. You know that. But I can’t say for sure because neither of us will know for sure until it hap-… would know for sure until it happened, if it did happen. Will we? Would we?”
“That’s my point, honey. It’s impossible to know how either of us will react.”
“You would definitely need to be there. I’m not doing anything if you are not there with me. We both need to see how the other one is feeling and stop it straight away if we need to.” The idea was becoming real in Zoe’s head. She was watching it happen to see how it looked.
“And definitely not in our bedroom. No way. The bedroom is our place – you and me. That’s where we happen, Ross. No-one can invade that space.”
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Zoe and I had eventually agreed between ourselves to try it out just once, with the condition that if either of us was not comfortable then we would call it off immediately and without question. Like having a safe word. I had then relayed our decision to Sarah, who was thrilled and grateful to us both in equal measure. She gave me Rich’s mobile number so that we could text about the arrangements.
The first time that Rich called at our flat we were taken by surprise. Rich and we had agreed on a Saturday evening at 7. But he had arrived at our flat at 6 instead. I buzzed him through the main door and we knew that he would reach our door in about two minutes.
“We said seven,” said Zoe, hurriedly fixing her hair in the mirror in the living room. She had planned to get ready in time for 7 o’clock, though she had not been sure – we had not been sure – what getting ready for this type of arrangement would look like. We weren’t going out. We weren’t entertaining guests either. Well, OK, one guest.
“What am I supposed to wear for this, anyway? And how much make-up?” She pouted at the mirror and turned her head from side-to-side.
“You look great already. You really do.”
Zoe ignored my comment. She walked into the hallway.
“We said seven,” she said again, nerves starting to take a hold as she checked out the rest of her appearance in the long mirror in the hallway.
“You look fine, honey,” I said. “Gorgeous, in fact”. I walked across and kissed her then hugged her. She felt tense.
“Are you really OK with this?” she asked me, looking into my eyes and gripping my arms.
“Nobody needs to do anything, remember,” I said. “Only do what feels comfortable. Either of us can stop it at any time. Sarah knows that’s the deal, and so does Rich.”
The knock at the door ended our anticipation. This was it happening. This was real now. Zoe looked in the mirror again, adjusted her hair again, and tugged down on her top to straighten it, again. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her bum in the mirror, and stood up on tip-toe.
“You answer it,” she said, walking back into the living-room.
I opened the door to a man who was slightly taller than me. His t-shirt and shorts revealed an athletic physique. His dark looks suggested either a Mediterranean or Middle Eastern background. He was holding a bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine. He was smiling, slightly nervously.
“Sorry I’m early,” he said, looking apologetic. I heard a muffled giggle behind me.
“I got my 1700 and 7 o’clock mixed up on the timetable and caught the train two hours too soon. I’m crap at the 24-hour clock, always have been. Number blind. I did sit in a cafe for a bit but then I thought I would come and see it it was OK for me to come now.”
The man glanced over my shoulder a couple of times as he was speaking. And why wouldn’t he?, I thought. There’s a lot resting on how the woman now standing across the hallway looks to him.
I wondered how Rich’s initial visual scan of my wife had registered with him. I also wondered how Zoe’s visual scan of him was going, and whether she liked the sound of his voice and his subtle accent.
“I can go away and come back in an hour if that’s better for you,” he said.
Zoe replied “No that’s fine. Come on in.”
The man we had met 30 seconds ago walked into the hallway of our flat, and into our intimate lives. Just like that. I closed the door and followed him into the living-room, where Zoe was extending her hand. Rather than shaking her hand, however, Rich put down the flowers and bottle on our glass coffee table, leaned forward slightly, lifted Zoe’s hand towards his mouth, and touched it with his lips. Not quite a kiss, more the gesture of an old-school gentleman greeting a lady respectfully. I saw Zoe blush slightly as he returned her hand to her side. She was studying his face and I saw her eyes briefly scan his shoulders, arms, and chest as well.
“I hope you like flowers. And wine,” Rich said.
“Yes, we like flowers. And wine,” Zoe replied with a smile. She looked across at me. I smiled back at her.
“Please sit down, Rich.” He perched on one of the sofas.
“First thing to do is talk to the boss,” said Rich, taking a mobile phone from his pocket. He pressed a key and held up the phone to Zoe and then to me. The contact ID tag was ‘Sarah’ and beneath it there was a picture of Sarah and Rich together. He pressed another key and we could hear the ring-tone. After two rings the other person picked up. I heard a familiar voice.
“Hi baby!” said Sarah. “Where are you?”
“I’m with Zoe and Ross,” said Rich. He held the phone towards Zoe and then me so that Sarah could see us and we could see her. Seeing my colleague’s grinning face on her partner’s phone screen in our living-room was a novel and slightly surreal sensation. Familiar person, unfamiliar context. Zoe and I both called out “Hi!”.
“Hello Zoe! Hello Ross! Oh wow, this is so exciting, isn’t it? Zoe, you look gorgeous, just like you do in the photos on Ross’s desk. You are a really attractive lady!”
“Thank, you?” Zoe said, looking slightly surprised though also seeming pleased at the compliment.
“I wanted to say thank you so, so much for agreeing to this. It means so much to me and I am really grateful to you, to both of you, for helping us out. Seeing you now – you are such a hottie, Zoe! – makes me feel like this was definitely the right thing to do. I know that Rich will just love you! Don’t you, babe? Don’t you think that Zoe is hot? And so pretty! Wow! Lucky boy!”
I thought that Sarah was putting Rich on the spot with that last question, and I felt a little awkward for him. But he was unfazed.
“Yes, babe. Zoe is very attractive. Ross has a very pretty wife.” Rich looked at me. I nodded, appreciating the acknowledgement.
For a moment I thought that Sarah might now ask Zoe if she found Rich attractive. That really would be putting Zoe on the spot. Thankfully, she did not.
“Listen,” said Sarah from the phone. “I’ve got to go. You guys all have the best time. Oh I know you will! I can’t wait to hear all about it tomorrow. Go enjoy yourselves. And each other!” Sarah laughed at her own joke. I was uncertain whether the familiarity of that laugh made this situation seem slightly more normal or slightly more bizarre for me.
Rich ended the call and placed his phone on the coffee-table. There were a few moments of awkward silence. Then Zoe spoke.
“Right! So this is happening and we need to set some rules.” Rich and I both looked at Zoe and we both nodded in agreement.
“So nobody needs to commit to anything here,” Zoe continued. “If any one of us is not happy with what is happening, any one of us,” she looked to me and then to Rich, “we just say so and it stops. No ifs or buts. It just stops. Then we all shake hands, say goodbye, and get on with our lives.”
“That works for me,” said Rich.
“Agreed,” I said.
“And apart from that…,” Zoe said, then paused. She looked at Rich, then at me, then at Rich again.
“Apart from that, let’s just see where this takes us, shall we?”
Rich and I both agreed again. I saw a mixture of nerves and anticipation on Zoe’s face as she once again visually scanned the man who was now sitting on our sofa and then looked back to me.
“I’ll put these in a vase and pour us some wine,” I said, picking up the flowers and the bottle from the table.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I walked out of the living-room and down the hallway to the kitchen.
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As I was putting the white roses and purple freesias into a vase and making a crude attempt at arranging them, I wondered what I would have brought if it had been me arriving in this situation. Some decent flowers but nothing overly expensive and the equivalent bottle of wine was probably about right, I decided. Anything too much could have been perceived as wooing. Or, worse, payment. Anything too cheap would just be downright rude and insulting. So yeah, he had done what I probably would have done.
The wine was a good white but it was not chilled. Rich had probably chosen something nice in advance and brought it with him. Again, a nice thought. I placed Rich’s bottle in the wine fridge and took out one that was already cold.
I uncorked the bottle and took down three glasses from one of the cupboards.
I listened out for any sounds from the living-room, but unless Zoe and Rich had been shouting at one another, I would actually not expect to hear much from this distance in any case. I poured three glasses of the golden wine which scintillated slightly in the late afternoon sunlight that was bursting in through the kitchen windows.
Earlier in the day, I had made a mental note to check in with myself as events progressed so that I could be honest about whether or not I was OK with whatever was happening. Recalling this note-to-self now, I decided that I was currently in a good place about the whole thing, and actually quite curious to find out how things were progressing in the living-room.
I also remembered Zoe telling me the previous night as we fell asleep that “I don’t want to treat Rich like a sex toy but he basically is a sex toy as far as I’m concerned. Does that make any sense?” I chuckled now, as I had done at the time she said it.
I placed the three glasses onto a small tray, along with a bowl into which I poured some olives with herbs from a packet in the fridge. I picked up the tray and carried it through to the living-room.
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As I walked into the living-room, Rich was sitting in the recliner which was tilted back. His eyes were closed. Zoe was standing behind the chair, massaging Rich’s shoulders. His t-shirt was on the floor next to the recliner. Plenty of gym work there then, I thought. Pecs, biceps, six-pack, the lot. Sculpted.
I walked over to the coffee-table and put down the tray. I picked up a glass of wine and walked across to the end of the sofa furthest from the recliner. I took a sip from my glass, placed the glass down on a coaster on the floor next to me, and watched.
Zoe looked up from Rich and asked me with her facial expression if I was OK. I nodded, and swept my hand downwards in a ‘please go ahead’ gesture. I smiled as well, because actually this all felt fine for me. If anything, seeing Zoe massaging a semi-naked, muscular man was pleasing to watch. I knew what those hands felt like, and I was curious to observe what I normally only experienced as the recipient.
Zoe’s hand movements started to extend further down Rich’s torso. She started by including his biceps in her strokes. Both hands were working together, the same movement on each side. Rich moved slightly in response to this and smiled.
“That’s nice,” he sighed.
Zoe smiled. Then she re-focused herself on the massage. I could see that her eyes were now sparkling. A slight glow in her face suggested that she was enjoying an opportunity to feel and stroke this fit man’s body. Zoe maintained slow hand movements.
Both of Zoe’s hands pushed down slowly from Rich’s shoulders, over his chest, and this time down over his six-pack. Then they rotated at the top of Rich’s shorts, moved out to the sides, and travelled slowly up the sides of his torso. Rich moved his shoulders and adjusted his position in the chair in response to this. Starting to get into it, I thought. Been there.
Zoe continued with these upper body strokes for a few minutes. I noticed that she sometimes allowed the tips of her fingers to stray a little way under the waistband of Rich’s shorts, and that she sometimes left them there for a few seconds before continuing with the sweep back up the sides of Rich’s torso. I imagined what her fingertips would be feeling – heat, hard muscle. Possibly hair?
More than once I thought that Zoe might indulge her curiosity and push her hands all the way into Rich’s shorts. Find out what was waiting there for her. Give in to her own rising feelings and literally seize the opportunity of having free access to another man. If she was tempted, then she was resisting the temptation for now.
“Take off your top, honey,” I said. “Your boobs are right against Rich’s face when you lean forward.”
Zoe thought about this for a moment and then pulled her top over her head and dropped it onto the floor. She looked at me. I was looking at her gorgeous breasts nestling in her bra. I gestured for her to take that off too.
“One thing at a time,” smiled Zoe. She resumed the massage.
The next time that Zoe’s hands swept down to Rich’s shorts, he got a close-up view of the underside of her bra. The view for me was wonderful – I could see Zoe’s breasts straining slightly at the bra cups as she leaned down. On the next stroke, Rich reached one hand up and cupped one of Zoe’s breasts through her bra. Then on the next stroke his other hand did the same. Rich kept a gentle hold of Zoe’s breasts as she move down and back again. He was feeling their weight, their firmness. His fingers stroked the smooth skin.
After a few minutes of this, Rich placed his hands on the arms of the recliner, leaned forward, and pushed himself up and out of the chair. He turned to Zoe and said
“Lie down on the sofa and I will massage you now. Lie down on your front.”
Zoe lay face down along the sofa. Rich sat astride her legs and started to rub her shoulders. He tugged playfully at her bra strap.
“Do you mind if I undo this, Zoe? It’s a bit in the way.”
Zoe lifter her head slightly and caught my eye. She wasn’t exactly asking for permission but she was checking that I was still OK with things. I nodded and smiled to signal that all was well for me.
“Go for it Rich,” said Zoe, and lay her head back down on the sofa.
Rich unclipped the bra and pushed the straps away from Zoe’s back, leaving her back fully accessible to his hands. He placed his palms on Zoe’s shoulder-blades and began to make slow sweeping movements down and up, side to side, and in small circles.
“You can use your nails as well if you like,” said Zoe.
Rich ran his nails around her back using the same movements. I heard Zoe sigh.
Shortly afterwards, Rich started to incorporate Zoe’s buttocks into his massage strokes, kneading these through her leggings, and then sweeping his palms up her back again. She wriggled in response to this, pushing her bum up and towards Rich to show that she was enjoying it.
Rich placed his hands over Zoe’s buttocks and began to knead them. Zoe moaned. She reached behind her and pushed down the top of her leggings, revealing her bum cheeks, framed by the spaghetti waistband and thong of her panties. Her derriere was now fully exposed and available to Rich’s hands. Zoe wriggled her bum again, in a ‘come on then’ gesture.
Rich took the hint and started to work her cheeks, admiring them with his eyes as his hands moulded, kneaded, scratched, and smoothed. Zoe moaned again. I felt my erection.
When Rich gently turned my wife onto her back, she pulled the bra off and dropped it next to the sofa. She sat up slightly, holding herself up on her forearms. The unknown man who had not long ago walked into our flat was now able to see Zoe’s plentiful breasts, and I could see her scanning his face for a reaction.
“Do you like my tits, Rich?” she asked with a slight grin and a tilt of her head.
Rich started to reply but choked a little on his words. He likes them, I thought. A lot.
Rich cleared his throat and said “Your breasts are wonderful, Zoe. Truly beautiful.”
Rich reached out his hands and cupped one breast in each. He circled her nipples with his thumbs as he gazed at the fullness and softness of Zoe’s boobs. Rich leaned forward and gently kissed each nipple.
“Well, help yourself, cowboy!” said Zoe. She reached one hand behind her head, removed the hair clip that was holding her hair back, and shook free her blonde hair. She looked devastatingly sexy, naked from the waist up, blonde hair falling around her shoulders. She seemed to be feeling increasingly at ease with what was happening, and starting to enjoy herself.
As Rich worked Zoe’s breasts with his mouth and hands, she turned her head to look at me. My dick was straining inside my cargo shorts.
“Ah! I see that you like to watch your wife having her breasts fondled, Mr Bond,” she said.
“Well you might like to know that I am rather enjoying it myself, I can tell you.”
Zoe smiled and tipped her head back, her hair cascading towards the sofa. I felt overwhelmed with love, lust, and pride. I was probably gawping, to tell the truth. My hand reflexively moved onto my dick through my shorts.
After some minutes – I was starting to lose touch with time, and it no longer seemed to matter anyway – Zoe eased herself from Rich’s hands and mouth. She stood up and gestured Rich to sit on the recliner again. He followed her silent instruction willingly, and sat back on the recliner with his hands on the arms.
Zoe knelt in front of Rich, her back partially to me. I saw her hand move to the back of her leggings as if to pull them back up over her backside, but then she seemed to change her mind and left herself exposed to me. A nice touch and one that I appreciated. Her bare arse looked irresistible and she knows how seeing it makes me lust for her.
“Let’s have a look in here, shall we?” said Zoe, unfastening the front of Rich’s shorts.
“What have we got?”
She unzipped Rich’s fly and worked the shorts down Rich’s thighs. As she did so, Rich’s penis emerged, semi-erect and substantial. Zoe placed her hand around Rich’s penis and gave it a squeeze, studying it. Then she pulled Rich’s shorts completely off, along with his socks. Rich was now reclining fully naked with Zoe’s face and exposed breasts at his crotch.
I pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, and boxers, and sat naked and now fully erect, watching Zoe discovering Rich.
Zoe stroked her fingers along Rich’s penis, investigating it closely. Rich’s cock hardened under her touch and her gaze. Then Zoe cupped Rich’s ball sack in her hand and studied that too. She squeezed his balls and his dick grew larger and harder again.
Zoe took Rich’s shaft in one hand and lowered her mouth over its tip. She gently kissed the end of it. Then Zoe started to circle the end of Rich’s cock with her tongue. Rich closed his eyes.
Zoe took the tip into her mouth and sucked it, making slow twisting movements with the hand that was holding the shaft. Her head started to bob slightly as she gradually worked her sucking further down Rich’s now rock-hard erection. I could see that Rich’s dick was slightly longer and had more girth than mine. Zoe was going to really enjoy this, I was thinking. Make the most of it, honey.
Zoe licked the length of Rich’s shaft, from base to tip, then took almost the full length of it in her mouth. She repeated this many times. Sometimes she cupped and squeezed Rich’s balls as she was doing this, and sometimes she reached up and scratched her nails into Rich’s muscular chest and abdomen. I could see from Zoe’s panties that was getting turned on. I wanted her so badly, but I also wanted her to spread her sexual wings in this new adventure in whatever way felt right to her. I could wait. I was married to her, after all.
Zoe looked hungry for this new, impressive cock. She licked and sucked at it from all angles. After a while, Zoe focused on taking the beast into her mouth as far as she could. It was clear that taking in the full length would make her gag, and I heard her do so a couple of times. When Zoe did gag, she held her head down for as long as she could afterwards and then quickly lifted her head away, her mouth gaping in an ‘O’ shape, leaving the hard tool glistening with her saliva. She gasped and panted and sometimes drooled saliva too. This was almost too sexy for me to bear. Zoe would occasionally gag when blowing my penis, but this was on a different level. It was as if Rich’s cock was a juicy meal and Zoe had not eaten for a week. She appeared ravenous. Zoe became entirely lost in what she was doing, and was clearly loving every hard, thick inch of it.
After some time, Rich gently lifted my wife’s head away from his cock, and gestured that they should now switch places. Rich stood up, his solid tool vertical.
I saw Zoe shudder. Her face was flushed. She was panting again, her lips glistening with her saliva. She looked momentarily lost. Zoe walked across to the coffee table and picked up one of the glasses of wine. She took a single mouthful of the golden liquid, swallowed, then breathed deeply, wiping the back of her hand across her lips.
“Christ! That was a bit intense, wasn’t it?” she said, to nobody in particular.
“Your willy is a little bit wonderful, Mr Rich. But well done, Sarah. Good work, girl!”
She took a couple more deep breaths.
“Sorry about that, gentlemen,” Zoe said. “I got a bit carried away. Fuck your cock is tasty, Mr Rich sir! A girl could lose herself with that thing in front of her.”
“I think a girl did,” I said. I grinned and Zoe chuckled. Rich watched and waited.
“Now,” said Zoe, “I’m back in the room, and I’m OK.”
Zoe inhaled deeply again, exhaled slowly, and settled herself. She placed the wine glass back on the table, then walked back over to where Rich was still standing waiting for her. And where his cock was still standing waiting for her. She looked from Rich’s face to his large cock and smiled.
Zoe made to sit on the recliner, but Rich caught her elbow and said “Not yet please Zoe. Do I have your permission to take off your trousers, please?”
Zoe started to pull her leggings down, but again Rich stopped her, placing his hand on her arm.
“If it is OK with you, I would like to remove your clothes myself please,” he said.
“Oh. I see. Yes, I think it is entirely alright for me please. Please feel free to proceed, sir.”
Zoe stood in front of Rich, her breasts magnificent, her backside still enticing me. Rich kneeled in front of Zoe and took hold of each side of her waistband. He gently pulled the leggings down Zoe’s thighs, over her knees and feet. Zoe stepped out of the leggings and Rich moved them to one side on the floor. I moved position so that I could see Zoe from the front. The crotch of her panties was wet. Zoe was watching Rich, to see what he was going to do next.
Rich now placed his hands around Zoe’s thighs, his face directly in front of her crotch. He placed a single kiss on her panties. Then he placed kisses at the tops of Zoe’s thighs. Rich moved his hands around Zoe’s backside and pulled her towards him, so that his face was in her mound, over her soaked panties. Rich took the top of the panties between his teeth, and lowered his head to pull the panties down. He pulled them all the way down and they fell at Zoe’s feet.
Rich now knelt back up, face-to-pussy with my wife. Zoe’s pussy is a thing of beauty at any time. Seeing it wet and shiny and being studied at close quarters by another man filled me with lust again. Lust for my gorgeous, sexy Zoe. I wanted to take her and pleasure her all night long. But I knew that could wait, and would need to wait. Zoe was having fun, and her pleasure and excitement were making me feel very happy. I still ached for Zoe, but it was a good ache. A loving ache.
Rich touched Zoe’s pudenda with his closed mouth. He closed his eyes. I knew exactly what he was doing – he was taking in her scent, anticipating how Zoe would taste. He placed his hands around her buttocks again and pulled her soft, shaved, curvy womanhood onto his face. He parted his lips slightly and kissed Zoe’s outer lips. He slid his tongue down Zoe’s slit and took her into his open mouth.
“Ohhhh,” gasped Zoe, her head dropping forward.
Her eyes were closed and her hands were resting on Rich’s head. I could see and hear Rich starting a feast of his own.
“Just a minute, Rich,” said Zoe.
Rich stopped eating my wife’s pussy and looked up at her. Zoe walked over to me, took my erect shaft in her hand, and led me to the sofa. She kneeled on all fours along the sofa, bum in the air, and gestured me to kneel in front of her.
Once my cock was at her face she said “Please feel free to carry on now, Mr Rich. Thank you.”
Rich came and sat behind Zoe. He placed his hands around her butt cheeks and lowered his head between them. He was able now to eat both her pussy and her bum hole. He proceeded to do both.
Meanwhile, Zoe focused her attention on my erection. She cupped my balls in her hand and began kneading them. Zoe ran her tongue the length of me, up and down, up and down. Zoe nibbled at my shaft with her teeth, something that she knows I enjoy. Then she took some of me into her mouth and bit down gently again.
“A bit harder,” I said.
Zoe bit me harder. I stroked her blonde hair.
As Rich continued his oral exploration of this new, beautiful woman who had fallen, literally, into his lap, the same beautiful woman was exploring me with her lips, her tongue, and her teeth. Now licking, now sucking, now biting.
Zoe took my balls into her mouth and sucked on them, first gently, then with increasing force, her hand wanking me as she did so. Zoe continued to suck hard at my balls until she heard me moan. Then she bit into my balls and squeezed hard on my shaft. I moaned again.
Then Zoe put her mouth over my penis and sucked and licked as her head worked up and down. Her moans revealed that she was enjoying what Rich’s mouth was doing behind her.
Sometimes Zoe would push her head all the way down onto me, to take in all of me. At these times I would sometimes hear her gag as my dick enjoyed its complete immersion in her hot, wet, mouth and throat. When she then lifted her head to gasp for air, strings of spittle and pre-cum seemed to anchor her mouth to my penis, inviting her back for more.
I was watching Rich as I received Zoe’s oral blessing. The initial novelty of seeing another man pleasuring my woman ceded to more of a fascination and a focus on what he he was actually doing. I cannot deny that there was an erotic thrill is seeing the pussy and arsehole that I knew so well, and that I so adored and lusted after, being worked by somebody else. I noted that a couple of Rich’s tongue and finger actions were ones I had not used, and I made mental note to ask Zoe later whether she had enjoyed these or not. The sounds that Zoe was making suggested that she did very much enjoy them.
Zoe then tried to speak to us while still giving me head. The result was the following broken sentence, punctuated by sucking sounds and gasps for breath:
“Would… you… two gentlemen… be… good enough… to… spit-roast… me… please?”
Rich responded by kneeling behind Zoe and preparing to fuck her from there.
Zoe said “No. Ross fucks me first. I’ll turn around.”
Zoe turned and took Rich’s penis in her hand again, and started to lick him slowly. I nestled into Zoe’s rear end and placed the tip of my hard cock at her entrance. There was no need for any guiding hands because my penis slid straight in. She was slick and so was I. I in-ed and out-ed a little bit to start with, just to tease Zoe.
“Get that thing right in me, dude,” said Zoe. “Fuck me properly.”
I received the message and plunged my dick into Zoe as hard as I could. I withdrew almost all the way, and then repeated. I kept up a steady rhythm and then gradually started to up the tempo, still going in hard each time. She was able to keep working Rich’s tool until I got to a certain speed with my thrusts. At that point she gripped Rich’s dick tight with her hand but stopped sucking him. I heard a moan that I recognised. My signal to keep going at this tempo. Which I did.
Zoe kept a tight grip on Rich’s penis and he had to wait while she did her thing. Or, to be more accurate, while I did her thing. I used some of Zoe’s juices as lubrication to push the top section of my finger into her arsehole. After a few minutes Zoe shouted loudly and I felt her cum over my cock. Her juices ran down my balls, warming them as they swung against the front of Zoe’s mound.
Zoe shuddered and then sighed.
“This way now,” Zoe said, turning herself around to face me on all fours again. She looked over her shoulder at Rich and said “Protection please.”
Zoe turned back to me and said softly “Sixty-nine.”
I lay down and slid myself under Zoe’s body until my face was directly under her wonderful secret curves. I gazed at her mound, her outer lips parted, her inner lips pouting from within. I wondered at the capacity of this part of a woman’s body to be so sensitive and subtle but also to be able take a full-on pounding. I lifted my head and lovingly kissed Zoe’s clitoris. A surge of love and appreciation for my wife filled me. With my tongue I began to spell out S-O-X-I on and around Zoe’s clitoris, repeating the I several times before starting back at S again. A long time before, I had heard that spelling out the alphabet in this way was a good tip for pleasuring a woman. Years of experimentation had revealed that S,O,X, and I were Zoe’s favourites.
I felt Zoe’s mouth around my penis. I felt her tongue slip from tip to base, over my balls, and between my legs. Her hand gently parted my thighs and I felt her tongue exploring my hole. She dug her nails into my butt cheeks as she did so, which she knows will take me closer to coming. I enjoyed the feeling of being the explored as well as the explorer.
Rich had taken a condom from the wallet in his shorts. Shortly, I saw his sheathed member hovering at Zoe’s sexual entrance. I rested my head back on the sofa to enjoy the show.
Rich eased himself into Zoe, making short, slow strokes at first. I heard and felt Zoe moan. I used my hand to stroke Zoe’s clitoris as I watched Rich’s dick working carefully into and out of her, his balls tapping gently against her. I rubbed Zoe’s clitoris in time with Rich’s rhythm.
Zoe now had my dick in her mouth again, and was mouth-fucking me. She used her nails to scratch and dig into my thighs, my buttocks, my balls, and my shaft.
When Rich started to pump harder and faster, Zoe held up one hand in a ‘stop’ gesture and said “Not yet. Slow and steady for now.”
Rich slowed his pumping action. My hand followed his lead.
Zoe resumed her intense mouth and finger-nail action on me. She knew this combination would make me come, and not long later, it did. I gasped and thrust my hips up as I came. Zoe kept her mouth firmly locked over my dick, taking my cum in her mouth and throat. She continued to suck and swallow until she had drunk all of my liquid. Then she licked my penis clean.
I kissed Zoe’s clitoris once more, then slid myself out from under her.
Zoe now pulled herself forward and off Rich’s cock. She turned around and sat at the edge of the sofa. Zoe raised and parted her knees.
Zoe pulled Rich towards her, leaned back, gripped her ankles, and held her legs wide apart for him. Even though this is the most basic of sexual positions, I think that it is also the most intimate. The woman is exposing to the man what she normally keeps the most hidden and secret, and she is giving the man permission to invade her. Inviting him to invade her. I found this one of the most erotic moments of the whole encounter, seeing my wife sharing this act of primal intimacy with another man. I loved Zoe more than ever, and wanted her more than ever.
Rich wasted no time plunging his thick, long cock into Zoe’s pussy. She arched her back and moaned deeply when he did. She raised her feet and hooked them over Rich’s shoulders.
After a few more strokes, Rich said “This is good. This works for me.”
Zoe’s loud laugh surprised me.
“I should think it bloody does! You are balls-deep in another man’s wife, who right now has her legs wrapped around your neck, and a continent away there is another woman waiting to do exactly the same thing to you when she gets home!”
Rich looked a little embarrassed and almost stopped. Zoe read his face.
“No, no, it’s fine. I didn’t mean anything bad, Rich. British humour. And to put your mind at rest, I think this is good too. And it definitely works for me too.”
Zoe smiled. Rich looked relieved and started pumping harder again.
“Right, let’s do this, cowboy. You go as hard and fast as you need to. Let’s go!”
Rich immediately upped the pace and forcefulness of his thrusting. Zoe made a deep animal sound. My cock reflexively engorged and started to straighten again in response to that sound.
“Fucking hell!” she gasped at Rich, “You really go for it, don’t you!”
“Yes,” said Rich. “This is good. This works for me.”
Zoe smiled briefly. Then her head fell back, her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open. She held tightly to the sofa.
The two of them were locked in this most heated of intimate acts for about thirty minutes. I heard Zoe orgasm multiple times. She was also doing a lot of shouting and swearing and digging her fingers into the sofa.
Rich’s hard, muscular glutes and thighs pumped his thick, hard, dick tirelessly into my wife while his strong arms held her legs to him. Zoe, meanwhile, was the epitome of a beautiful woman in the throes of sexual abandonment. Smooth glistening skin, alluring curves rocking and pushing, swaying hair, mouth panting, deep animal sounds alternating with soft gasps and almost musical exclamations of pleasure.
At one point Zoe signalled to me to bring her one of the large cushions. I took a cushion to her.
Zoe stopped fucking Rich and took Rich’s member in one hand, and my cock in the other. She placed her mouth over my erection and licked and sucked my tip, while simultaneously working Rich’s cock with her hand. After a while Zoe moved her mouth over Rich’s cock and worked mine with her hand. She alternated several times between the two erect penises that stood at full mast in front of her face, tenderly sucking one while lovingly massaging the other.
Eventually I stepped back so that the fucking could recommence.
Zoe slid the cushion under her backside so that she was now presenting her pussy to Rich at a raised angle. She then wrapped her legs around Rich’s back and used them to pull him close.
I watched my wife’s glistening vagina lips receive and engulf Rich’s rigid, long, tool.
I realised that I found watching my wife being sexually used and pleasured by this handsome, athletic stranger to be arousing. Her abandonment in the primitive animal lust that had engulfed the two of them had me aching to be the one pleasuring her, but I was also aroused by being able to marvel at, and enjoy, her sexual excitement as her very turned-on lover. My cock was straining and aching to be back inside my wife. And the thing was that I knew that it would be. There was a strange kind of intimacy about the situation because I knew that this was my wife, my partner, and my lover, and that we would be able to share in one another’s pleasures for all of our lives. Including this moment.
Eventually, Zoe gasped “Water!” to me.
I went out to the kitchen. When I walked back in with a tumbler of water, Zoe was in the throes of another orgasm, this time squirting over Rich. Shortly afterwards, Rich reached his peak. He made a low, growling sound and the force of his final thrust almost sent Zoe flying backwards. He then stood with his hips forward, dick buried deep inside my wife, head back, making a sound that was both a victory cry and a release.
Zoe rested, looking shell-shocked, red-faced, and gasping. She fell onto her back and let her feet drop to the floor.
I handed Zoe the tumbler. She sat up and downed the water in one.
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After we had showered, dressed, and said our goodbyes, Rich headed off. The light streaming in through the windows now had a reddish orange glow.
Zoe stood in front of me, held my face, kissed my lips. Her face had a magical aura and beauty in the sunset’s warm colours. She placed her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. I heard Zoe exhale loudly and slowly.
“Once a week for three months, you say?”
“I believe so,” I replied.
“Christ alive.”
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