I couldn’t predict what would happen over the following months. One moment, I was stuck in a hospital bed being fucked by an old crush, not that she was old. She was so hot. Hotter than I remembered. And then the next, my Ex came back. She heard about my accident and realized she loved me and made a mistake. And what’s worse is that she showed maturity. She had promised change and she proved she had.
I found that I still had feelings for her. So I had to tell her my commitment to Ali. It wasn’t going to be a relationship. I was helping them get started on their path.
Britt knew I couldn’t go back on my word, that I would not. This was the price to be with me. She would know I’d be fucking Ali for a few months.
When I told her, she had to sit down. She was in shock. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
“We weren’t together when it happened.”
“I know. It’s not that. It’s just that, well she’s happy and not trying to run away with you, right?”
“Right. She loves her husband. It’s strictly a kink they have. I don’t get it either.”
“Could I be there with you?”
“Hm… I hadn’t considered that. I could ask.”
“They get off on the alpha male taking his pleasure with her, and he gets off on humiliation. I could play a part too.”
“How? I don’t think she’s into women.”
“No, no. Not that way. I’m good at talking dirty.”
“That is true. But why be there for it? What if you get jealous?”
“I won’t. I want to be with you wherever you are, and always sexually. I want to experience it with you.”
“I’ll ask Ali if that’s ok with her.”
“Tell her I have some ideas.”
“Tell me about them,” I said.
“Text her first, then I’ll show you.”
She kissed me and whispered in my ear. “I missed you.” She unzipped my pants. “And I missed this. Fuck, it’s huge,” she said as she pulled it free and stroked it.
Ali agreed to it. She didn’t seem hesitant. But I still wanted to explain the plan. When I did, she was more enthusiastic than before. Her husband was clueless to our schemes. With three of us working on this date night surprise for them, it was all coming together satisfyingly.
Britt and I went to a hotel bar downtown where Ali and her husband would go for a drink after dinner. We sat at a table and waited. I played with my napkin too much. I was nervous but I caught myself and decisively stopped worrying. It worked. I don’t know how. I knew I had to. I had to be confident. I had to be the alpha male that night. I put the napkin down and ordered another gin and tonic.
As I took a sip, I saw Ali and her husband walk in. She looked around and saw me. She didn’t smile. She gave a slight nod and looked away.
They sat a few tables away from us.
Ali said something to her husband. She stood and walked to the bar. It was my cue. I put my glass down and made my way beside her.
“Hey Ali,” I said.
“Tom. All set?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t wait. I’ve been thinking about that night ever since.”
“So have I. Is he going to be OK?”
She looked back at him and smiled. His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Ali turned back to me and laughed.
“He’s going to be just fine.”
She grabbed their drinks and walked back to her husband. She sat down and he was still looking at her with those eyes. He said something. She looked down at istanbul travesti her drink and traced the lip as she nodded. He looked at me at the bar.
She was talking. If she went according to the plan, she was saying something like this: “He’s not single but he’s hot. And he said his girlfriend is very open-minded. Wouldn’t mind if we swapped tonight. What do you think?”
She knew him well. His response would be: “You know I’m not really into swinging. It’s about you.”
“Well, I finally found a guy I want to fuck so I’m going to go to his room. You coming?”
I motioned to Britt and she met me at the elevator. We took it to the 15th floor. The suite was all decked out already. Britt took a seat at the kitchen counter and flipped through her phone. Music started playing on built-in speakers. I turned down the lights and opened the curtains. The room had windows from floor to ceiling. A wide view of the city.
There was a knock at the door. I opened it. Ali was there. Her husband by her side. No one said anything. She looked nervous. I motioned for them to come in.
“I’m Phil and this is Zoe.”
“He knows my name is Ali. I talked to him at the bar.”
“We don’t need aliases,” I said. “I’m Tom.”
“Michael.”
Britt walked over to us and Michael did a double take. He didn’t expect her to be here.
“Strip,” she said to Michael.
“Excuse me. Who is this?”
“My girlfriend.”
“Oh.”
“You better listen to her.”
His cheeks flushed. But he obliged. She removed his tie and held it in her hands, watching as he took off his clothes. He wasn’t in shape. Quite pudgy for a 30ish guy with a wife so sexy. When he was naked, we all looked at his cock, which was nothing special. It was hanging there like a baby carrot.
Britt pushed him back against a desk chair and tied his wrists to the arms with his tie. She undid my tie and gagged him with it. He started getting hard and did grow a little.
Then she gestured for Ali to sit on the bed. Britt undressed me slowly. A button at a time. She slid her hands over my naked arms and chest, down my abs, undoing my belt and zipper.
“I bet you want to see more,” she said.
“I do,” Ali said with a nervous but breathless and eager whisper.
Ali gasped as Britt pulled my cock out and it hung there more like a bratwurst than a baby carrot.
I heard Michael groan. He was watching this and I could tell he was feeling regret. Or I would have been if I were him. Too bad he couldn’t object. That was partly why we went about this in the way we did.
Britt took her hands off me and went to sit by Michael. She hopped up on the desk and crossed her legs. She looked sexy too. Those long, strong legs and tight skirt.
Ali slid to the flood, on her knees, and undid her dress zipper, sliding the straps over her shoulders and exposing her breasts. Even better than I remembered.
She looked up at me, my cock was hard now and laying across her face, my balls hanging below her chin, the tip of my cock at her hairline. Her mouth was as wide as I was. She took it inside, opening as wide as she could. She started breathing heavily through her nose as she took more of me. She was no room for her to breathe through her mouth with me inside.
She put her hands on it, stroking me while she sucked. I watched her and it was hot istanbul travestileri because she was really into it. I could tell she liked my cock.
I wanted more though. I lifted her up and slid her dress and panties down to the floor. She stood there naked. Her smooth pussy showing signs of being soaked. I knelt down now and tasted her. She was smooth, with soft lips that get and tasted like honey. She put her hands on the top of my head, grabbing fingerfuls of hair and pulling.
“I need more,” she said.
“You hear that Michael? She wants his cock. Don’t you , Ali?”
She nodded and I stood, putting my arms behind her, lifting and lowering her gently onto the bed. Her head was pointed to her husband. She spread her legs. He had the ideal chuck’s view of his wife, full body, bare before him, as I held my tip to her wet pussy. He could see how big I was, how thick, as I entered her.
She gasped again as she felt me filling her up, slowly, inch by inch. Once I was in, she put her arms behind my hips and held me there.
“Let me get used to you. Let me move.”
I nodded and held myself up by my arms as she started to rock her hips up and down. She looked into my eyes and bit her lip. Her smooth and creamy cheeks started to flush red.
She stopped moving which I took as a sign to take charge. I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, to the bed. She exhaled in surprise and then smiled. I slid in and out of her, almost letting my tip pop out of her, before thrusting back in. I moved slow and strong. Making her feel each time I slammed my entire shaft home into her, our bodies smashed together. Her breasts shook with each thrust.
“Look how she’s taking all of his cock,” Britt said.
“Mm-hmm,” he said, breathing through his nose.
“His cock is glistening from desire. Do you see it?”
I looked up to see him nod.
“I bet she’s never been fucked this good.”
He shook his head. I was done looking at him though. The woman beneath me was all I wanted. I wanted to make her scream. Make her cum. Make her beg for more. I wanted to fill her with my cum.
I turned her over and she clenched the sheets in her hands, shoving some into her mouth to quiet her moans. I grabbed her hips and took her from behind. Her tight pussy, stretching to take me back in once more.
I fucked her hard and fast like this. My balls slapped against her pussy, which was squeezing me so tightly that I was trying my best not to cum.
“Tell him how it feels,” Britt said.
“It feels so fucking good. He’s so big.”
“Are you going to cum for him?”
“Yes. Yes,” she screamed.
I pulled her back by her shoulders, bringing her back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her breasts wherever they could fit between my forearms.
I fucked her against me, sliding my hand down to feel her pussy. She was soaked. I held her there, my hand and fingers firmly against her, while my cock filled her again and again.
She turned back to kiss me and As our lips met, they parted and our tongues entwined. Her breathing intensified. She started pushing her butt back against me, making my thrusts stronger. She stopped moving, her body mid-orgasm. I pushed her forward onto the bed, pinning her shoulders into it, as I fucked her. I felt her squirting on me and the bed. I kept travesti istanbul pumping her as she came down from her orgasm. She was getting tighter by the second and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I looked down at my throbbing cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. But just when I was about to cum, she reached back and pushed me away from her. My cock bounce free of her, recoiling up and down a few times. She rolled me over and straddled me. She looked down between her legs as she guided my cock back in.
“Fuck,” she said.
I reached for her hands and she held them, using the strength of my arms to stabilize herself as she bounced up and down on my cock.
“Fill me with your cum,” she said through gritted teeth. “I want to feel you fill me up.”
I didn’t last a second longer. Her breasts bouncing above me, her smooth pussy stretching to take me in, her hips and legs spread wide. Her mouth open as she moaned.
My cock pulsed as I shot the first wave in, followed by more strong shots of cum filling her. She stopped bouncing on me and rode against me, squeezing with every rocking motion to pull every ounce of cum from me.
She fell over and slid off of me. She stood up in front of her husband and said nothing. She spread her feet a few feet apart and let the cum fall, waiting till every last drop had run down her legs.
“Keep him tied up.”
“Will do,” Britt said.
She took my hand and led me to the shower. She turned the hot water on.
“That was an all-around success,” she said.
“I’d say so,” still catching my breath.
“I came so hard,” she said.
“Me too.”
We stepped into the glass shower and let the water run over us. The hotel had bottles of soaps, with pumps on them. She squeezed some into her hand and then ran her hands over my chest. Then lower. Her hands were on my hips. Then my cock.
She scrubbed me clean of our juices and then slid down to her knees.
“A little gift for you for helping us out.”
She looked up into my eyes as she stroked me with both hands. Making me hard again. She took me into her mouth. I watched her, never taking my eyes off of her. She slid her tongue along my cock. She sucked just on the tip, hard as she jerked me off. Then pulled back.
“I want to swallow your cum. I’ve never done it.”
“No one has ever swallowed my cum.”
“I want to do it for you. I want to suck it all out of you.”
I couldn’t turn down the gesture. Like I said, women in my life have always had an aversion to it. I wanted to feel it for once. A woman totally pleasuring me.
She put the tip back in and started sucking, her cheeks dimpling. I could feel my balls churning. It was like a rumbling deep within.
She jerked me hard and kept sucking until my muscles, my legs, my stomach, started to weaken and shake. I braced myself with my hands against the glass walls.
She kept going. Relentless. She shoved me in as far as she could. I moaned and said her name as my cock rocketed cum out, into her throat, wave upon wave of it. She kept sucking and my balls rose up, filling her with everything I had.
I felt her swallow a few times, each time her tongue rocking up to squeeze against my cock. I don’t remember feeling that much cum leave my body ever.
She swallowed one final time and stood up.
“Until next time,” she said.
She grabbed a towel and dried off. When I finished drying off and left the bathroom, they were gone. Britt remained.
“He wants to know if you have any friends.”
“So he doesn’t want me seeing her anymore?”
“He wants you and some others to… ahem…have your way with her.”
“Oh fuck.”