numeniusa's boudoir

base10 said:

What other kind of helmet are you referring to?

If there is some sort of new kinky activity that is dangerous enough to require a helmet I'm interested.

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numeniusa said:

I've just looked up 'helmet' on urban dictionary to see if I'm getting my innuendo wrong there. Over here it's used as a euphemism for the head of the cock

Quite a few dictionary entries I wasn't expecting, though. Roman helmet. Spartan helmet. And so on.

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numeniusa said:

I've just looked up 'helmet' on urban dictionary to see if I'm getting my innuendo wrong there. Over here it's used as a euphemism for the head of the cock

Quite a few dictionary entries I wasn't expecting, though. Roman helmet. Spartan helmet. And so on.

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base10 said:

Oh, I can talk cocks and pussies too

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hotoldrguy said:

I think more specifically to a cut cock....just sayin'

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dacoach44 said:

So outrageous, changing the dictionary...

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numeniusa said:

On fantasy - #1 "The dinner invitation"

We had run into them at a wine tasting, one of those random gatherings where the wine merchant plies you with a few free glasses of this and that in the hope that you'll like some enough to buy a few bottles. We met at the chablis, and bonded over a burgundy, sharing imprecise recommendations of bottles in what we laughingly referred to as our 'cellars'. They were a relaxed couple, fun, flirty with each other, and as the wine flowed and tongues loosened, it became clear that we also shared healthy appetites in other areas of our marriages.

The men had exchanged email addresses, and a couple of days after the event my man sends along the details of one of the wines we had discussed. A reply pings quickly back with a similar recommendation, and an invitation. "Come to dinner. Bring yours. Let's sample each other's". A tiny bell tinkles somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind at the phrasing.

Their house is warm and welcoming, a log fire crackling in the grate in the lounge, flattering candlelight throwing shadows. We sit and reconnect over a glass of champagne, she and I on the sofa, opening up a little to each other in the more private environment of their home. A second glass, shared confidences, laughter, it feels like we've known them for years.

"I like your dress", she says. She reaches over and touches the fabric. "Needs a little adjustment, though". She gently undoes a couple of the buttons at my cleavage, exposing the tops of my breasts. She looks at me. "You have lovely breasts. You shouldn't hide them". The buttons extend all the way down the front of my dress, and I've left the last few undone down at the hem. She reaches for the lowest one I have fastened, and, holding my gaze, quickly slips it out through its buttonhole. I freeze in place, shocked but finding myself aroused.

"Another?", she asks. She could mean another glass of champagne, I could assume that, proffer my glass for a refill, return the evening to a more conventional track. I am aware of the men leaning forward slightly in their chairs. I look at my husband. Almost imperceptibly, he nods. I look back at her and part my thighs slightly. "Yes", I say, my voice a little more husky than I'd expected. We'd talked about this, my man and me, the idea of playing with another couple, but we hadn't actively pursued it. Yet. Now, it seems, it has come to us.

She works up the buttons of my dress, undoing each one until my panties are just visible. Her hand cups my mound. "Hot", she said. She slips a finger inside my panties, gently probing. "And wet".

I moan, spreading my legs wider, and manage to get one intelligible word out.

"More..."

Things move fast then, the permission sought and given. My dress is unbuttoned and off, my bra and panties on the floor. Her husband rises from his chair, unzipping her dress and helping her step out of it. She is naked beneath it. He gestures to her to kneel in front of me. "Ladies, please...", he encourages.

Her mouth is at me, my hands in her hair. She is practised, focussed, moaning a little herself now. I abandon myself to her tongue as it seeks, finds, tastes, the unfamiliar sensations of a new lover performing a familiar service is exciting in itself. I look again to my husband, pleading with my eyes. He grins, he knows what I want. Rising, he crosses the space between us, and stands at my head. "Fuck", he mutters, making eye contact with her as he undresses, watching her deliberately showing him her tongue licking up the length of my drenched slit.

I crane my neck towards him, yearning for him to fill my mouth with his cock. He teases me, just the tip first, allowing the precum to slick my lips, letting me taste his excitement. His hand slides behind my head and he holds it firm as he eases his cock between my lips and deep into my mouth. I have no control as he fucks my face, gently but purposefully, a low growl escaping his throat.

Her husband, naked now, kneels behind her and, holding her hips, slides his cock into her in one smooth stroke. She gasps into my pussy, and I feel the rhythm of his thrusting through her mouth. I'm close, very close, and when I hear yelling it takes a moment to realise it's my own muffled cries I'm hearing. I shudder to climax, and she disengages, quickly sliding two fingers inside me to feel my post-orgasmic spasms. I pant as his cock leaves my mouth.

She kneels now and beckons my man forward to stand before her. "Help me", she instructs, and I join her. Together we worship his cock with our mouths, each licking up one side of his shaft, then working together to alternate at head and balls. When our mouths coincide from time to time, I taste his free-flowing precum on her lips as she kisses me. I watch his eyes, he's transfixed at this vision of two women sharing him. He looks almost disbelieving, but the sensations of two mouths together at his cock prove to him that it's real.

"Mercy!", he grins, and we withdraw. She looks to her man for guidance as I sit back on the sofa. He deftly turns her, placing her on all fours and kneeling in front of her face. This places my man at her rump, and she raises a questioning eyebrow in my direction, seeking my assent, it seems. I nod, and she turns to him. "Please..." she says, and he kneels and enters her, hands at her waist for purchase. She smiles at her own husband and opens her mouth to receive his cock. Spit roast. A fantasy of many women. Right in front of me. Gorgeous.

I watch the cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy, it's enormously arousing. I want it for myself, but I know I have to wait until it's my turn. I finger myself lightly, enjoying the action playing out in front of me, the familiar, much loved physique of my man, the differences in the body of hers. What will he feel like?

She whimpers, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth, and then she sags slightly between them as she cums. And then it's my turn. I take up the position, feel the cock of the man I know fill me from behind, and the cock of the man I don't enter my mouth. The thrusting behind lends a natural rhythm to the movement of my mouth against the man at my lips, and he braces to enhance it. It's extraordinary. I feel powerful and powerless at the same time. She watches, making lazy circles at her clit with one hand.

The men are getting closer now, the thrusting more urgent behind me, the moans from in front of me louder and more frequent.

There's something else I want to experience before we're done, though. I slip out from between the men. "I would really like to take both of you", I say.

A look passes between them, an eyebrow raises in question, there's a nod. It's going to happen. I'm nervous, I've never done this with two real life cocks. But I want it.

Her husband lies on the floor on his back, his shaft huge and hard, slick with my saliva. I straddle him and then very slowly impale myself on his cock. Inching down, feeling him filling me. I lean forward, and my own man prepares me gently with lubed fingers, opening me slowly, readying me for the second element of this new experience. I ride the cock in my pussy a little, enjoying the initial sensations of double penetration, learning how to move.

Finally, it's time. I feel the familiar shape of his head at my rosebud, pushing, slowly gaining access, that glorious moment of entry as the widest part of his corona slips in and slides deeper into me. I'm completely full of cock, both men inside me up to the hilt. I kneel slightly above her man, feeling him begin to move rhythmically, and then a complementary rhythm from behind begins. It's incredible, the sensations almost overwhelming, the stimulation distinct but somehow connected.

She kneels next to me and reaches for my clit with her fingers. It doesn't take long, I'm so high from the newness of this position, the unexpected turn of events, everything we've done up to this point, I'm soon at the point of no return and then exploding, seeing stars, my thigh muscles suddenly jelly. My spasms trigger the man below me and, as he yells his own climax, I fancy I can feel him pulse inside me. And then, to complete our troika, a series of deep thrusts from behind me, and a second roar to rattle the windows.

We actually do have dinner, after all that. Showers, re-dressing, laughing, it all seems amazingly natural. They're coming to us next week...

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numeniusa said:

On fantasy - #1 "The dinner invitation"

We had run into them at a wine tasting, one of those random gatherings where the wine merchant plies you with a few free glasses of this and that in the hope that you'll like some enough to buy a few bottles. We met at the chablis, and bonded over a burgundy, sharing imprecise recommendations of bottles in what we laughingly referred to as our 'cellars'. They were a relaxed couple, fun, flirty with each other, and as the wine flowed and tongues loosened, it became clear that we also shared healthy appetites in other areas of our marriages.

The men had exchanged email addresses, and a couple of days after the event my man sends along the details of one of the wines we had discussed. A reply pings quickly back with a similar recommendation, and an invitation. "Come to dinner. Bring yours. Let's sample each other's". A tiny bell tinkles somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind at the phrasing.

Their house is warm and welcoming, a log fire crackling in the grate in the lounge, flattering candlelight throwing shadows. We sit and reconnect over a glass of champagne, she and I on the sofa, opening up a little to each other in the more private environment of their home. A second glass, shared confidences, laughter, it feels like we've known them for years.

"I like your dress", she says. She reaches over and touches the fabric. "Needs a little adjustment, though". She gently undoes a couple of the buttons at my cleavage, exposing the tops of my breasts. She looks at me. "You have lovely breasts. You shouldn't hide them". The buttons extend all the way down the front of my dress, and I've left the last few undone down at the hem. She reaches for the lowest one I have fastened, and, holding my gaze, quickly slips it out through its buttonhole. I freeze in place, shocked but finding myself aroused.

"Another?", she asks. She could mean another glass of champagne, I could assume that, proffer my glass for a refill, return the evening to a more conventional track. I am aware of the men leaning forward slightly in their chairs. I look at my husband. Almost imperceptibly, he nods. I look back at her and part my thighs slightly. "Yes", I say, my voice a little more husky than I'd expected. We'd talked about this, my man and me, the idea of playing with another couple, but we hadn't actively pursued it. Yet. Now, it seems, it has come to us.

She works up the buttons of my dress, undoing each one until my panties are just visible. Her hand cups my mound. "Hot", she said. She slips a finger inside my panties, gently probing. "And wet".

I moan, spreading my legs wider, and manage to get one intelligible word out.

"More..."

Things move fast then, the permission sought and given. My dress is unbuttoned and off, my bra and panties on the floor. Her husband rises from his chair, unzipping her dress and helping her step out of it. She is naked beneath it. He gestures to her to kneel in front of me. "Ladies, please...", he encourages.

Her mouth is at me, my hands in her hair. She is practised, focussed, moaning a little herself now. I abandon myself to her tongue as it seeks, finds, tastes, the unfamiliar sensations of a new lover performing a familiar service is exciting in itself. I look again to my husband, pleading with my eyes. He grins, he knows what I want. Rising, he crosses the space between us, and stands at my head. "Fuck", he mutters, making eye contact with her as he undresses, watching her deliberately showing him her tongue licking up the length of my drenched slit.

I crane my neck towards him, yearning for him to fill my mouth with his cock. He teases me, just the tip first, allowing the precum to slick my lips, letting me taste his excitement. His hand slides behind my head and he holds it firm as he eases his cock between my lips and deep into my mouth. I have no control as he fucks my face, gently but purposefully, a low growl escaping his throat.

Her husband, naked now, kneels behind her and, holding her hips, slides his cock into her in one smooth stroke. She gasps into my pussy, and I feel the rhythm of his thrusting through her mouth. I'm close, very close, and when I hear yelling it takes a moment to realise it's my own muffled cries I'm hearing. I shudder to climax, and she disengages, quickly sliding two fingers inside me to feel my post-orgasmic spasms. I pant as his cock leaves my mouth.

She kneels now and beckons my man forward to stand before her. "Help me", she instructs, and I join her. Together we worship his cock with our mouths, each licking up one side of his shaft, then working together to alternate at head and balls. When our mouths coincide from time to time, I taste his free-flowing precum on her lips as she kisses me. I watch his eyes, he's transfixed at this vision of two women sharing him. He looks almost disbelieving, but the sensations of two mouths together at his cock prove to him that it's real.

"Mercy!", he grins, and we withdraw. She looks to her man for guidance as I sit back on the sofa. He deftly turns her, placing her on all fours and kneeling in front of her face. This places my man at her rump, and she raises a questioning eyebrow in my direction, seeking my assent, it seems. I nod, and she turns to him. "Please..." she says, and he kneels and enters her, hands at her waist for purchase. She smiles at her own husband and opens her mouth to receive his cock. Spit roast. A fantasy of many women. Right in front of me. Gorgeous.

I watch the cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy, it's enormously arousing. I want it for myself, but I know I have to wait until it's my turn. I finger myself lightly, enjoying the action playing out in front of me, the familiar, much loved physique of my man, the differences in the body of hers. What will he feel like?

She whimpers, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth, and then she sags slightly between them as she cums. And then it's my turn. I take up the position, feel the cock of the man I know fill me from behind, and the cock of the man I don't enter my mouth. The thrusting behind lends a natural rhythm to the movement of my mouth against the man at my lips, and he braces to enhance it. It's extraordinary. I feel powerful and powerless at the same time. She watches, making lazy circles at her clit with one hand.

The men are getting closer now, the thrusting more urgent behind me, the moans from in front of me louder and more frequent.

There's something else I want to experience before we're done, though. I slip out from between the men. "I would really like to take both of you", I say.

A look passes between them, an eyebrow raises in question, there's a nod. It's going to happen. I'm nervous, I've never done this with two real life cocks. But I want it.

Her husband lies on the floor on his back, his shaft huge and hard, slick with my saliva. I straddle him and then very slowly impale myself on his cock. Inching down, feeling him filling me. I lean forward, and my own man prepares me gently with lubed fingers, opening me slowly, readying me for the second element of this new experience. I ride the cock in my pussy a little, enjoying the initial sensations of double penetration, learning how to move.

Finally, it's time. I feel the familiar shape of his head at my rosebud, pushing, slowly gaining access, that glorious moment of entry as the widest part of his corona slips in and slides deeper into me. I'm completely full of cock, both men inside me up to the hilt. I kneel slightly above her man, feeling him begin to move rhythmically, and then a complementary rhythm from behind begins. It's incredible, the sensations almost overwhelming, the stimulation distinct but somehow connected.

She kneels next to me and reaches for my clit with her fingers. It doesn't take long, I'm so high from the newness of this position, the unexpected turn of events, everything we've done up to this point, I'm soon at the point of no return and then exploding, seeing stars, my thigh muscles suddenly jelly. My spasms trigger the man below me and, as he yells his own climax, I fancy I can feel him pulse inside me. And then, to complete our troika, a series of deep thrusts from behind me, and a second roar to rattle the windows.

We actually do have dinner, after all that. Showers, re-dressing, laughing, it all seems amazingly natural. They're coming to us next week...

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Made my mouth water and then become totally dry! Made my body respond like I was watching. Numi, you have a wonderful gift for describing the erotic!!!

numeniusa said:

Officially, yes. Although from experience devil I'd say an uncut cock in 'full flight' also has a definite helmet

I looked for a nice example. That was a fun half-hour on Google

Still comes back to this guy though...

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ9CE7wVkMUjuNIcF3AHd12lvzZg5vARkkOfB08qhcdzStByk3n

(And just for the avoidance of general doubt, I'm not looking for further, more 'anatomical' illustrations to be posted here )

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numeniusa said:

On fantasy - #1 "The dinner invitation"

We had run into them at a wine tasting, one of those random gatherings where the wine merchant plies you with a few free glasses of this and that in the hope that you'll like some enough to buy a few bottles. We met at the chablis, and bonded over a burgundy, sharing imprecise recommendations of bottles in what we laughingly referred to as our 'cellars'. They were a relaxed couple, fun, flirty with each other, and as the wine flowed and tongues loosened, it became clear that we also shared healthy appetites in other areas of our marriages.

The men had exchanged email addresses, and a couple of days after the event my man sends along the details of one of the wines we had discussed. A reply pings quickly back with a similar recommendation, and an invitation. "Come to dinner. Bring yours. Let's sample each other's". A tiny bell tinkles somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind at the phrasing.

Their house is warm and welcoming, a log fire crackling in the grate in the lounge, flattering candlelight throwing shadows. We sit and reconnect over a glass of champagne, she and I on the sofa, opening up a little to each other in the more private environment of their home. A second glass, shared confidences, laughter, it feels like we've known them for years.

"I like your dress", she says. She reaches over and touches the fabric. "Needs a little adjustment, though". She gently undoes a couple of the buttons at my cleavage, exposing the tops of my breasts. She looks at me. "You have lovely breasts. You shouldn't hide them". The buttons extend all the way down the front of my dress, and I've left the last few undone down at the hem. She reaches for the lowest one I have fastened, and, holding my gaze, quickly slips it out through its buttonhole. I freeze in place, shocked but finding myself aroused.

"Another?", she asks. She could mean another glass of champagne, I could assume that, proffer my glass for a refill, return the evening to a more conventional track. I am aware of the men leaning forward slightly in their chairs. I look at my husband. Almost imperceptibly, he nods. I look back at her and part my thighs slightly. "Yes", I say, my voice a little more husky than I'd expected. We'd talked about this, my man and me, the idea of playing with another couple, but we hadn't actively pursued it. Yet. Now, it seems, it has come to us.

She works up the buttons of my dress, undoing each one until my panties are just visible. Her hand cups my mound. "Hot", she said. She slips a finger inside my panties, gently probing. "And wet".

I moan, spreading my legs wider, and manage to get one intelligible word out.

"More..."

Things move fast then, the permission sought and given. My dress is unbuttoned and off, my bra and panties on the floor. Her husband rises from his chair, unzipping her dress and helping her step out of it. She is naked beneath it. He gestures to her to kneel in front of me. "Ladies, please...", he encourages.

Her mouth is at me, my hands in her hair. She is practised, focussed, moaning a little herself now. I abandon myself to her tongue as it seeks, finds, tastes, the unfamiliar sensations of a new lover performing a familiar service is exciting in itself. I look again to my husband, pleading with my eyes. He grins, he knows what I want. Rising, he crosses the space between us, and stands at my head. "Fuck", he mutters, making eye contact with her as he undresses, watching her deliberately showing him her tongue licking up the length of my drenched slit.

I crane my neck towards him, yearning for him to fill my mouth with his cock. He teases me, just the tip first, allowing the precum to slick my lips, letting me taste his excitement. His hand slides behind my head and he holds it firm as he eases his cock between my lips and deep into my mouth. I have no control as he fucks my face, gently but purposefully, a low growl escaping his throat.

Her husband, naked now, kneels behind her and, holding her hips, slides his cock into her in one smooth stroke. She gasps into my pussy, and I feel the rhythm of his thrusting through her mouth. I'm close, very close, and when I hear yelling it takes a moment to realise it's my own muffled cries I'm hearing. I shudder to climax, and she disengages, quickly sliding two fingers inside me to feel my post-orgasmic spasms. I pant as his cock leaves my mouth.

She kneels now and beckons my man forward to stand before her. "Help me", she instructs, and I join her. Together we worship his cock with our mouths, each licking up one side of his shaft, then working together to alternate at head and balls. When our mouths coincide from time to time, I taste his free-flowing precum on her lips as she kisses me. I watch his eyes, he's transfixed at this vision of two women sharing him. He looks almost disbelieving, but the sensations of two mouths together at his cock prove to him that it's real.

"Mercy!", he grins, and we withdraw. She looks to her man for guidance as I sit back on the sofa. He deftly turns her, placing her on all fours and kneeling in front of her face. This places my man at her rump, and she raises a questioning eyebrow in my direction, seeking my assent, it seems. I nod, and she turns to him. "Please..." she says, and he kneels and enters her, hands at her waist for purchase. She smiles at her own husband and opens her mouth to receive his cock. Spit roast. A fantasy of many women. Right in front of me. Gorgeous.

I watch the cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy, it's enormously arousing. I want it for myself, but I know I have to wait until it's my turn. I finger myself lightly, enjoying the action playing out in front of me, the familiar, much loved physique of my man, the differences in the body of hers. What will he feel like?

She whimpers, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth, and then she sags slightly between them as she cums. And then it's my turn. I take up the position, feel the cock of the man I know fill me from behind, and the cock of the man I don't enter my mouth. The thrusting behind lends a natural rhythm to the movement of my mouth against the man at my lips, and he braces to enhance it. It's extraordinary. I feel powerful and powerless at the same time. She watches, making lazy circles at her clit with one hand.

The men are getting closer now, the thrusting more urgent behind me, the moans from in front of me louder and more frequent.

There's something else I want to experience before we're done, though. I slip out from between the men. "I would really like to take both of you", I say.

A look passes between them, an eyebrow raises in question, there's a nod. It's going to happen. I'm nervous, I've never done this with two real life cocks. But I want it.

Her husband lies on the floor on his back, his shaft huge and hard, slick with my saliva. I straddle him and then very slowly impale myself on his cock. Inching down, feeling him filling me. I lean forward, and my own man prepares me gently with lubed fingers, opening me slowly, readying me for the second element of this new experience. I ride the cock in my pussy a little, enjoying the initial sensations of double penetration, learning how to move.

Finally, it's time. I feel the familiar shape of his head at my rosebud, pushing, slowly gaining access, that glorious moment of entry as the widest part of his corona slips in and slides deeper into me. I'm completely full of cock, both men inside me up to the hilt. I kneel slightly above her man, feeling him begin to move rhythmically, and then a complementary rhythm from behind begins. It's incredible, the sensations almost overwhelming, the stimulation distinct but somehow connected.

She kneels next to me and reaches for my clit with her fingers. It doesn't take long, I'm so high from the newness of this position, the unexpected turn of events, everything we've done up to this point, I'm soon at the point of no return and then exploding, seeing stars, my thigh muscles suddenly jelly. My spasms trigger the man below me and, as he yells his own climax, I fancy I can feel him pulse inside me. And then, to complete our troika, a series of deep thrusts from behind me, and a second roar to rattle the windows.

We actually do have dinner, after all that. Showers, re-dressing, laughing, it all seems amazingly natural. They're coming to us next week...

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numeniusa said:

Happy Sunday to you papadoc

I've had a nice relaxing weekend, thank you. I finished writing my filthy fantasy for the Numi Sutra yesterday. I'll post that in the next couple of days, I think, once I've proof-read it again.

I hope your weekend has been fun, too. Do you always watch the British football? I've been watching the cricket this afternoon, England in India. England won one, at last. It's not been a great tour for them...

P.S. Did you decide whether to go for the full headshave? I reckon you could definitely pull that off

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numeniusa said:

On fantasy - #1 "The dinner invitation"

We had run into them at a wine tasting, one of those random gatherings where the wine merchant plies you with a few free glasses of this and that in the hope that you'll like some enough to buy a few bottles. We met at the chablis, and bonded over a burgundy, sharing imprecise recommendations of bottles in what we laughingly referred to as our 'cellars'. They were a relaxed couple, fun, flirty with each other, and as the wine flowed and tongues loosened, it became clear that we also shared healthy appetites in other areas of our marriages.

S N I P

We actually do have dinner, after all that. Showers, re-dressing, laughing, it all seems amazingly natural. They're coming to us next week...

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numeniusa said:

On fantasy - #1 "The dinner invitation"

We had run into them at a wine tasting, one of those random gatherings where the wine merchant plies you with a few free glasses of this and that in the hope that you'll like some enough to buy a few bottles. We met at the chablis, and bonded over a burgundy, sharing imprecise recommendations of bottles in what we laughingly referred to as our 'cellars'. They were a relaxed couple, fun, flirty with each other, and as the wine flowed and tongues loosened, it became clear that we also shared healthy appetites in other areas of our marriages.

The men had exchanged email addresses, and a couple of days after the event my man sends along the details of one of the wines we had discussed. A reply pings quickly back with a similar recommendation, and an invitation. "Come to dinner. Bring yours. Let's sample each other's". A tiny bell tinkles somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind at the phrasing.

Their house is warm and welcoming, a log fire crackling in the grate in the lounge, flattering candlelight throwing shadows. We sit and reconnect over a glass of champagne, she and I on the sofa, opening up a little to each other in the more private environment of their home. A second glass, shared confidences, laughter, it feels like we've known them for years.

"I like your dress", she says. She reaches over and touches the fabric. "Needs a little adjustment, though". She gently undoes a couple of the buttons at my cleavage, exposing the tops of my breasts. She looks at me. "You have lovely breasts. You shouldn't hide them". The buttons extend all the way down the front of my dress, and I've left the last few undone down at the hem. She reaches for the lowest one I have fastened, and, holding my gaze, quickly slips it out through its buttonhole. I freeze in place, shocked but finding myself aroused.

"Another?", she asks. She could mean another glass of champagne, I could assume that, proffer my glass for a refill, return the evening to a more conventional track. I am aware of the men leaning forward slightly in their chairs. I look at my husband. Almost imperceptibly, he nods. I look back at her and part my thighs slightly. "Yes", I say, my voice a little more husky than I'd expected. We'd talked about this, my man and me, the idea of playing with another couple, but we hadn't actively pursued it. Yet. Now, it seems, it has come to us.

She works up the buttons of my dress, undoing each one until my panties are just visible. Her hand cups my mound. "Hot", she said. She slips a finger inside my panties, gently probing. "And wet".

I moan, spreading my legs wider, and manage to get one intelligible word out.

"More..."

Things move fast then, the permission sought and given. My dress is unbuttoned and off, my bra and panties on the floor. Her husband rises from his chair, unzipping her dress and helping her step out of it. She is naked beneath it. He gestures to her to kneel in front of me. "Ladies, please...", he encourages.

Her mouth is at me, my hands in her hair. She is practised, focussed, moaning a little herself now. I abandon myself to her tongue as it seeks, finds, tastes, the unfamiliar sensations of a new lover performing a familiar service is exciting in itself. I look again to my husband, pleading with my eyes. He grins, he knows what I want. Rising, he crosses the space between us, and stands at my head. "Fuck", he mutters, making eye contact with her as he undresses, watching her deliberately showing him her tongue licking up the length of my drenched slit.

I crane my neck towards him, yearning for him to fill my mouth with his cock. He teases me, just the tip first, allowing the precum to slick my lips, letting me taste his excitement. His hand slides behind my head and he holds it firm as he eases his cock between my lips and deep into my mouth. I have no control as he fucks my face, gently but purposefully, a low growl escaping his throat.

Her husband, naked now, kneels behind her and, holding her hips, slides his cock into her in one smooth stroke. She gasps into my pussy, and I feel the rhythm of his thrusting through her mouth. I'm close, very close, and when I hear yelling it takes a moment to realise it's my own muffled cries I'm hearing. I shudder to climax, and she disengages, quickly sliding two fingers inside me to feel my post-orgasmic spasms. I pant as his cock leaves my mouth.

She kneels now and beckons my man forward to stand before her. "Help me", she instructs, and I join her. Together we worship his cock with our mouths, each licking up one side of his shaft, then working together to alternate at head and balls. When our mouths coincide from time to time, I taste his free-flowing precum on her lips as she kisses me. I watch his eyes, he's transfixed at this vision of two women sharing him. He looks almost disbelieving, but the sensations of two mouths together at his cock prove to him that it's real.

"Mercy!", he grins, and we withdraw. She looks to her man for guidance as I sit back on the sofa. He deftly turns her, placing her on all fours and kneeling in front of her face. This places my man at her rump, and she raises a questioning eyebrow in my direction, seeking my assent, it seems. I nod, and she turns to him. "Please..." she says, and he kneels and enters her, hands at her waist for purchase. She smiles at her own husband and opens her mouth to receive his cock. Spit roast. A fantasy of many women. Right in front of me. Gorgeous.

I watch the cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy, it's enormously arousing. I want it for myself, but I know I have to wait until it's my turn. I finger myself lightly, enjoying the action playing out in front of me, the familiar, much loved physique of my man, the differences in the body of hers. What will he feel like?

She whimpers, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth, and then she sags slightly between them as she cums. And then it's my turn. I take up the position, feel the cock of the man I know fill me from behind, and the cock of the man I don't enter my mouth. The thrusting behind lends a natural rhythm to the movement of my mouth against the man at my lips, and he braces to enhance it. It's extraordinary. I feel powerful and powerless at the same time. She watches, making lazy circles at her clit with one hand.

The men are getting closer now, the thrusting more urgent behind me, the moans from in front of me louder and more frequent.

There's something else I want to experience before we're done, though. I slip out from between the men. "I would really like to take both of you", I say.

A look passes between them, an eyebrow raises in question, there's a nod. It's going to happen. I'm nervous, I've never done this with two real life cocks. But I want it.

Her husband lies on the floor on his back, his shaft huge and hard, slick with my saliva. I straddle him and then very slowly impale myself on his cock. Inching down, feeling him filling me. I lean forward, and my own man prepares me gently with lubed fingers, opening me slowly, readying me for the second element of this new experience. I ride the cock in my pussy a little, enjoying the initial sensations of double penetration, learning how to move.

Finally, it's time. I feel the familiar shape of his head at my rosebud, pushing, slowly gaining access, that glorious moment of entry as the widest part of his corona slips in and slides deeper into me. I'm completely full of cock, both men inside me up to the hilt. I kneel slightly above her man, feeling him begin to move rhythmically, and then a complementary rhythm from behind begins. It's incredible, the sensations almost overwhelming, the stimulation distinct but somehow connected.

She kneels next to me and reaches for my clit with her fingers. It doesn't take long, I'm so high from the newness of this position, the unexpected turn of events, everything we've done up to this point, I'm soon at the point of no return and then exploding, seeing stars, my thigh muscles suddenly jelly. My spasms trigger the man below me and, as he yells his own climax, I fancy I can feel him pulse inside me. And then, to complete our troika, a series of deep thrusts from behind me, and a second roar to rattle the windows.

We actually do have dinner, after all that. Showers, re-dressing, laughing, it all seems amazingly natural. They're coming to us next week...

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CFMB_fan said:

Lovely......

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scotluvsoral said:

Made my mouth water and then become totally dry! Made my body respond like I was watching. Numi, you have a wonderful gift for describing the erotic!!!

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hotoldrguy said:

WOW NUMI!! That was well worth waiting for...so erotic and sensual and arousing! All this just for guessing the name of a British comedian! I do believe I will be re-reading this over and over

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Skowt said:

Very nice. A bedtime story for my wife to read to me. Looking forward to next week's visit.

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papadoc19 said:

Simply incredible, Lady Numi

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papadoc19 said:

Happy Tuesday to you Lady Numi

Just saw what you posted...will have to go back for a more in depth examination...

English football is usually on the television in the morning on the weekends. So you are a big cricket fan? I used to watch it when I was younger but I never really grasp the rules until a few years ago.

PS: Yeah...I am going to prolong the inevitable for a bit longer.

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Skowt said:

While we're on the subject, coming soon is the Chinese New Year, and this year is the year of the "Rooster" or as you have guessed already, the year of the COCK.

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numeniusa said:

Ooh!

I saved this one til last because I was so excited that it's the year of the cock!!!

I'm definitely going to make the most of it, then...

(By the way, I see you are located in Canada. I'm heading your way to ski in a few weeks. Really looking forward to it)

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