He Sucked My Clit While I Rode His Friend
A delightful experience I never thought was possible
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Three of the most requested topics were my personal stories (obviously!), threesomes, and oral sex. I immediately realized I had just the story, one that contains all three, so I sat down to finish it. If you haven’t filled out the survey yet, here it is one more time and if you’re not a paid subscriber, upgrade your subscription to help support Wild & Sexy.
Recently, I saw a picture of a bare-naked ass spread eagle in the sun. Coating her hot-brown asshole was a dripping ring of thick cum. It was taken by a couple having sex on a beach, making amateur content. It was a hot photo, but the caption asked, “Would you lick it off, yes or no?”
For me, the answer is no. I’m all good with having my ass eaten but I’m more of a receiver than a giver in that department. No buttholes on my tongue, thank you very much.
While this story isn’t the same (though I do have one of those stories) it made me think of the first time I ever had sex while getting eaten out at the same time.
“I love the way you taste and smell when you’re freshly battered and bruised, beat up and used,” he told me, as he pulled his face away from my pussy lips, taking a break from the tongue-job he was giving me. I giggled at the accidental rhyme, but only for a second. My ex-boyfriend loved to see me fuck other men and that’s exactly what I was doing.
We had been doing the hotwife thing for a while at that point. We weren’t giddy amateurs feeling our way around in the dark. We were comfortable with our third and, most of all, each other. We were in the middle of hot, passionate sex and he was telling me all about how much he loved to go down on me immediately after another cock had just pulled out of me. We were all naked, sprawled across the tacky 1970s sheets at the hotel we had checked into for the night.
I don’t know why we usually rented hotels for our threesomes. My boyfriend and I each had our own place, even if our favorite boy toy to invite into our bedroom didn’t. Something about them felt official, I guess. I’m convinced a change of scenery can transform your sex life.
Sometimes, just changing your surroundings can ignite a world of passion in the bedroom. My boyfriend insisted on them, probably because he felt like that’s what your “supposed to do.”
When he said it to me, I found myself laying flat on my back, with my legs spread and his face looking up at me from beneath my belly. His friend was taking a break, kneeling in front of the bed where my legs were hanging over, but I could see his shoulder motioning back and forth, so I know he was still touching himself while my then-boyfriend had his way with me. It was his turn to devour my pussy after a fresh romp. I was fucked six ways from Sunday and I had two wonderful dicks for the job.
There was Robert*, the guy we would usually invite into the bedroom for threesomes (but not always). Robert had a hammer in his pants, yo, I swear. Length, girth, you name it. I’ve talked about him before plenty. My ex-boyfriend was also there and he’s long but average length. Between the two of them, I was in for an incredible session.