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29/12/2014
At Billie’s request, we had rolled over, putting her on top where she could set the pace. As we continued making slow, soft love she continued with her story about seducing a young art student named James.
Whispering, she said, “When we got to the apartment it was raining even harder. I told him he might as well come in because it wasn’t safe to drive. We ran to the door and by the time we got in we were totally soaked.”
Billie gasped… Her tight little butt was going in circles as we made love while she continued telling me her story. I felt a little shiver run through Billie and she emitted a small, soft, “Oh…” her hot, tight sheath pulsed around my cock in small, rippling waves.
Slipping her arms under my shoulders she cradled my head in her hands. Pushing up on her elbows she looked down into my face and then gave me a long slow kiss. Breaking the kiss she said, “I love those little orgasms.”
Holding her, I asked my horny little wife, “With all the guys you’ve had sex with lately, haven’t any of them brought you to an orgasm?”
Billie, softly whispered, “An orgasm? No, no they haven’t. I have had what I would call a sensual physical release. It’s similar to masturbation; there are no emotions involved. It’s a very pleasurable sensation, but it’s not an orgasm.
When you bring me to an orgasm, I can feel the emotional bond between us. I can feel your love for me and it feels as if we become merged into a single being; and that makes all the difference between making love and just fucking.
Nuzzling her neck, I asked, “Did James succeed in giving you a ‘pleasurable release’?”
Billie hiccupped a laugh, and spluttered, “James is a pleasurable release… he is so sweet, so shy, so naïve and so innocent, it was a pleasurable release just seducing him.
“Honey, when I got inside the apartment I stripped off my wet dress and put it in the dryer. I then turned to him and unfastened his pants before he knew what was happening. I got him naked and went and put his clothes in the dryer.
“When I turned around he had his hands cupped in front of his hard-on trying to hide it. So I got him a towel and told him to dry off. After he had dried himself off he wrapped the towel around his waist.
“I hugged him, thanking him for giving me a ride home. Of course I was naked and hugged him to me tightly. When I pulled back from the hug, I looked him in the eye and kissed him.
“He kissed me back and I took his towel off and led him to the bedroom. He hesitated and asked me if I wasn’t married. I dropped my hands down to his cock and started playing with it.
“I told him, ‘Yes, James, I’m married and I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about me; that I’m married and I’m fucking around. Well, they’re true. My husband knows I have sex with other men and he’s all right with it. We have an open marriage.’
“While still caressing his cock and balls, I kissed him again. This time he was more into it and pulled me to him and started caressing me, stroking my breasts and butt. He was very gentle, which I liked. I moved him back until he sat on the bed.
“Kneeling between his legs, I sucked his cock into my mouth. He was a little longer than average and wonderfully thick. I was able to take him all the way down my throat. He came in a heartbeat. He then pulled me up and kissed me, which was a little surprising.
“He didn’t mind that he had just cum down my throat. James then told me he wanted to return the favor, but had never, as he put it, done that… I told him he might want to hold off on going down on me because I had fucked Steve that morning and was pretty messy.
Billie giggled, and said, “I felt his nose slip between my pussy lips and a muffled, ‘daz all ragiht’. So I started giving him basic instructions on pussy munching and finger fucking. He caught on pretty quickly. After a while, I had him swing around into a sixty-nine.
“He was hard and dribbling pre-cum. I sucked him, but couldn’t deep throat him in this position. He lasted a little longer than the first time I sucked his cock. When he did cum I got a mouthful. His cum had a very pleasant flavor.
“I sat up and pulled his face from my pussy. I told him I wanted to feel him inside me.” She giggled, “He wiped his face of my pussy juice and Steve’s spunk. Then he kissed me as I guided his cock into me.
“Once again, his kiss was a bit of a surprise, especially since I could still tasted his cum in my mouth. James was able to last even longer this time, so after a while I got on top.” Billie chuckled, “I got a pretty good ride out of him.”
“After he came, we lay there and I kept him in me. I whispered in his ear, ‘James, you like knowing I fuck other guys besides my husband, don’t you?’ He got hard again and I got another, slower more sensuous fuck out of him
This time when we finished, I pulled off his cock and cuddled up next to him. I noticed it was still raining hard so I suggested he stay the night.” Giggling Billie said, “ Sweetheart, this was the first man, besides you, I’ve ever slept with in our bed.”
I laughed and added, “But… I bet… it won’t be the last.”
Billie giggled at that and continued, “We took a shower together, which made it the second guy I’d showered with on Thursday. And then we went back to bed. And, yes, we fucked some more, including early Friday morning before we had to go classes.”
“So tell me.” I said, “Was reality as good as fantasy?”
Sighing happily, Billie softly said, “Yes, it was better than fantasy. When we were cuddling he told me I’d been his first and he thanked me. So I told him we’d needed to celebrate, so I sucked his cock and got him hard again and he fucked me again.”
I kissed her and put my arms around her. She wiggled her little ass and squeezed my cock with her pussy. Both of us looked at each other and laughed.
Then she told me, “Oh… he asked me if I would model for him. He has his own studio and he said he would pay me whatever the school was paying. I told him I would ask you. So… what do you think?”
I laughed and asked, “How much sex do you think will be involved?”
Billie’s eyes got huge and she replied, “None. Honey, he’s a very serious artist and he’s very, very good. If anyone in our class ever makes it as a professional artist, it will be James. If I model for him, he would insist it be strictly a professional relationship.”
A devilish grin broke out on her face, with a low, husky, sexually filled voice, Billie said, “Now that’s not to say I won’t jump his bones after we finish the session.”
I smacked her tight ass and asked, “When and how often does he want you to model?”
When I popped her butt, Billie pushed up with straight arms, pushed her legs out straight and shimmed her whole body saying, “Oooh, do that again!” She then relaxed back down on my chest and told me, “Once or twice a month and Sunday mornings would be best.”
“Why Sunday mornings?”
“Well…” the little minx replied, “He told me that due to the way he had to put the windows in when he built the studio, the lighting is best in the mornings. And… Sunday is the only time he isn’t in school or working in his family’s business.
She paused and said in a low voice, “He wanted to know if I could model tomorrow… I told him I’d ask you and if you said yes, you’d probably want to be there… he freaked a little at that. He wanted to know if I was going to tell you about us fucking…”
“And you told him…?”
Laughing, Billie said, “I told him I was going to tell you every little detail, from start to finish. I also told him that you, like him, got turned on knowing I was fucking other guys.”
“So… what did y’all decide?”
“I, decided I would ask you and if you agreed, I’d call him and set up a time to go over there.”
“Call him, I’d like to meet him anyway.” Billie slowly pulled off my cock and went and called him. They agreed we’d meet at his studio the next morning, which was Sunday, at 0900 or 9:00 A.M. for civilians. Billie was ecstatic.
After she spoke to James, she asked what I’d like to do the rest of the day. Since it was early afternoon and a beautiful day we decided to head to the boardwalk at the beach. We took a quick shower where I helped trim and shave Billie’s pussy.
I dressed in an old chambray shirt, cutoff khakis and wore my old boat shoes. Billie wore a pair of old hip-rider jeans that had been cut off just below the pockets, a bikini top which was almost illegal to wear in public and her usual sandals. She was stunning!
It was a pleasant, relaxing afternoon exploring various shops on the boardwalk. I especially enjoyed watching folks watch Billie. She projects the air of an innocence teenager, even though she’s in her mid-twenties and is anything but innocent.
Her posture is near perfect, which enhances her breasts. This flows into a tight abdomen, a slight flare to her hips and a round little ass. As she walks she appears to glide with just a slight bounce to her breasts. Her warm personality charms almost everyone she meets.
We arrived home in the early evening and jumped into the shower to wash the humid, salty-sticky, beach air off. Billie stayed to wash her hair while I changed the sheets on the bed and threw together a light supper.
After supper Billie wanted to know what I wanted to do. I told her what I wanted to do was just lie in bed and hold her. Smiling we laid down together. I snuggled Billie up to my right side and rolled her so she was half laying on me.
With her head just under my chin, her breasts pressed to my chest, her pubic mound resting against my hip and her right leg between mine I was a happy camper. Billie wiggled a little to settle down some. The next thing I knew she was a sleep.
Looking down on her I could feel my heart skip beats as I thought about my love for her. The warmth of her body was calming, soothing. I kissed to the top of her head and stroked her hair… Suddenly, it was morning. We had slept without moving.
I heard Billie snicker and fondle my morning wood. Giggling she asked, “Should I take care of this?”
She was slightly surprised when I said; “No… let’s save it for later.” We got up and had a light breakfast. Billie jumped into the shower to freshen up for her modeling gig. I dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. Billie put on one of her smallest sundresses.
We arrived about fifteen minutes early because Billie wanted time to look through James’ studio. James lived in a fairly large apartment above his parent’s garage. He had converted a section of this into his studio.
As Billie climbed the steps ahead of me, I had a truly wonderful view of her tight ass and shaved pussy peeking out from under her short dress. James met us the door and told Billie how great she looked.
Billie introduced us, saying, “I’m so happy y’all get to meet. You both have a number of things in common. James, while y’all get to know each other, I’m going to explore your studio.”
While James and I talked, Billie stepped out of her sandals and stripped off her dress. Padding around the studio nude she took time to examine the various work James had on display. Watching her was a distraction. She was a vision of grace and loveliness.
After the initial awkwardness of a husband meeting his wife’s latest sexual companion we found common ground. Both of us enjoyed the idea of Billie recently having had numerous sex partners. We both laughed over her sexual antics at the spring-break party.
James called Billie over so they could get started. I found a chair across the room and enjoyed watching as she went through the various fast paced poses called ‘gestures’ which allowed both the model and artists to warm up.
They worked for an hour before taking a short break. Billie called me over to see his work; he was very good. His sketches of Billie were sensual and at times exotic, but always classy.
As we admired his work, I noticed Billie had his right hand in her left hand. She was unconsciously holding his arm between her breasts, allowing the back of his hand to rest on her pubic mound. She had her right arm around me holding me tightly to her.
When the break was over they worked for another hour. Her poses were held longer this time as James was working on a study for a watercolor he had in mind. It was obvious James was in fact a very serious artist. I had no qualms about her modeling for him.
Upon completion of their session, I moved up behind Billie and put my arms around her. She had once again, unconsciously, taken James’ hand into hers. This time she held it up against her breasts just under her chin.
I dropped my hands to her hips and pulled her against my erection. Billie let out a low gasp and looked over her shoulder at me with big brown eyes. Smiling down at her I gave her a quick kiss and moved my right hand upward to her right breast.
Looking over at James, I said, “James, one of Billie’s fantasies was to seduce you, which she did Thursday evening. She has another one and that is to have two men she adores and that adore her to make love to her. Would you help me make her fantasy come true?”
Billie moaned and then gasped as James smiled at her and turned her toward him. As he kissed her he slid a hand down and gently cupped her pussy. I felt her shiver as he started to finger her. I stepped back and shed my clothes. I then pressed back up against her.
Breaking their kiss, Billie stammered, “Oh, oh… honey, he has a finger in me.” I felt her hips gently start rocking. She reached back and put a hand on the back of my head pulling me down so she could whisper, “He… he now has two fingers in me…”
As I held her, James stepped back and undressed. I turned Billie around and pulled her close for another kiss. After our kiss she whispered, very softly so only I could hear, “Honey… I want him first… I’ll tell you why later… okay?”
Nuzzling her ear, I whispered back, “It’s whatever you want sweetheart.”
The three of us moved back to the model’s pedestal. James and I gently laid Billie back. She looked at James and with a husky whisper said, “James, I want you first…” she sat up reaching for his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
Excited, he was already dribbling pre-cum. Billie used her tongue to spread it around the head of his cock; she then sucked him in deeper. After a few moments she said, “I don’t need any foreplay. I want you now James… I want you in me now.”
James was kneeling between her legs. He took Billie’s legs and pulled them up and over his. She rocked her pelvis up, presenting herself to him. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit and found his mark.
Billie took my head in her hands and pulled me down to her. She whispered, “He’s entering me honey… he’s fucking it into me… he’s there! He’s all the way in me! Oh, oh, oooh! This is sooo wicked! Please, please hold me while he fucks me…”
I cradled Billie’s head and watched as James fucked her. I could tell Billie was using her fantastic inner pussy muscles on James. Her nipples hardened and a flush crept up chest, neck and blossomed on her face.
She bucked, shivered and then her back bowed as her orgasm washed over her. I held her in my arms as she gasped and panted. Moaning she managed to pant, “Oh… oh! He’s cumming in me! I can feel him cumming!”
As James started to pull his cock out of her, Billie looked at me and said, “Lie down, honey, I want to be on top.”
Lying down, Billie swung her leg over just me as soon as James had finished pulling out of her. She reached down and lined my cock up and sat down with a ‘hummmph’ taking me in to he hilt.
Her little pussy was wet, messy, creamy, very hot and surprisingly tight. Sitting up right with her hands on my chest she started riding me. Suddenly she yelped, clamped down on my cock, jacked knife forward, bucked and let out a shriek.
Muttering in my ear she said, “Pl… please hold still… too much!” She bucked again and shrieked again. “Ooooh fuck… yeesss! Ooooh, god-damn!” She buried her face in my neck and her hips made a massive roll, she grunted, “Fuuuck yessss!”
After a few minutes I felt her slowly start undulating her hips again. She sat back up and looked me in the eye and smiled, and then she gave me a deep kiss. Sitting back up she told James, “Come here.” She reached out and guided his semi-hard-on to her mouth.
Sucking on his pussy and cum slimed cock she brought it back to full life. Her pussy was working my cock with those wonderful muscles. As she rode me and sucked James cock I noticed her breathing hitching.
Her pussy felt like it was convulsing and heating up. I bucked and started cumming, which triggered another massive orgasm out of Billie. She shrieked again spitting James’ cock from her mouth. This time she was babbling nonsensical words.
As we came down from our mutual orgasm, Billie rolled off me onto her hands and knees. She arches her ass up in the air and looked around at James. He mounted her in a heartbeat.
She motioned me to her head where I first leaned down and gave her a tongue-thrashing kiss. She then pulled my cock to her mouth and started cleaning it. As it came to life she took it deeper and deeper until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
Billie was taking it at both ends and had a hot rhythm going. James grunted and started cumming for the second time. Billie didn’t wait long as she pulled off him and spun around and guided my cock into her messy snatch.
She was pushing back and bucking at the same time. I reached under her to find her fingers already at work. Billie arched her back and threw her head back as she reached yet another orgasm. As her pussy clamped down on me it set me off.
Sweaty, messy with splattered cum we rolled over onto our sides. Billie motioned for James and she pulled him to her and gave him a deep kiss. Resting for a few minutes we finally got up, cleaned up the best we could and prepared to leave.
Billie gave James one more kiss as we entered our vehicle. Driving home, I said to Billie, “So, now someone, other than me, has been able to bring you to an orgasm.”
She looked at me and said, “No, he didn’t give me an orgasm. It’s true he was fucking me when I had it… but you were holding me and I could feel your love, that’s what gave me all those orgasms… and they were something else!”
Sitting on her knees and leaning against the door, she was a beautiful sight. It was obvious she had just been well fucked. Her dress had ridden up to expose her still messy, swollen, little pussy, her nipples, which were visible through her dress, were very erect.
Her hair was slightly tousled and her face, neck and upper chest still slightly reddened. Billie was quietly staring at me, her lower lip between her teeth. With each breath I watched her breasts rise and fall. Oh how lovely she was.
A moment later Billie said, “Thank you… today was incredible. It’s unbelievable you set that in motion.” She stared at me with her lower lip caught between her teeth, she then said, “You don’t know how much I love you and how much I appreciate you doing this.”
When we arrived at home, Billie and I went inside. Billie took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She undressed me and pushed me onto the bed. She didn’t even bothered taking off her dress. Hiking it up, she mounted me. We made slow love.
After filling her with cum we lay there talking. She asked, “Do you think you’ll make it home next weekend?”
I told her, “I don’t know… I’ll call Wednesday night and let you know.” We just held each other until it was time to go. After a weekend like this, I hated leaving; as always our goodbyes were heart wrenching and sad.
As planned, I called her Wednesday evening. The first thing I asked was, “Well, have you been a good girl so far this week?”
Chuckling, Billie responded, “Yes, my period started Monday afternoon.” Then she asked, “Are you going to make it home this weekend?”
“Unfortunately, no, sweetheart. I’ve got duty.”
Billie exhaled her frustration. She then asked, “Would it be all right if I went out on a date Saturday night?”
I told her, “It’s all right with me. Who are you going out with?”
There was a snicker, she then said, “An English Literature professor asked me out.”
To be continued…
Whispering, she said, “When we got to the apartment it was raining even harder. I told him he might as well come in because it wasn’t safe to drive. We ran to the door and by the time we got in we were totally soaked.”
Billie gasped… Her tight little butt was going in circles as we made love while she continued telling me her story. I felt a little shiver run through Billie and she emitted a small, soft, “Oh…” her hot, tight sheath pulsed around my cock in small, rippling waves.
Slipping her arms under my shoulders she cradled my head in her hands. Pushing up on her elbows she looked down into my face and then gave me a long slow kiss. Breaking the kiss she said, “I love those little orgasms.”
Holding her, I asked my horny little wife, “With all the guys you’ve had sex with lately, haven’t any of them brought you to an orgasm?”
Billie, softly whispered, “An orgasm? No, no they haven’t. I have had what I would call a sensual physical release. It’s similar to masturbation; there are no emotions involved. It’s a very pleasurable sensation, but it’s not an orgasm.
When you bring me to an orgasm, I can feel the emotional bond between us. I can feel your love for me and it feels as if we become merged into a single being; and that makes all the difference between making love and just fucking.
Nuzzling her neck, I asked, “Did James succeed in giving you a ‘pleasurable release’?”
Billie hiccupped a laugh, and spluttered, “James is a pleasurable release… he is so sweet, so shy, so naïve and so innocent, it was a pleasurable release just seducing him.
“Honey, when I got inside the apartment I stripped off my wet dress and put it in the dryer. I then turned to him and unfastened his pants before he knew what was happening. I got him naked and went and put his clothes in the dryer.
“When I turned around he had his hands cupped in front of his hard-on trying to hide it. So I got him a towel and told him to dry off. After he had dried himself off he wrapped the towel around his waist.
“I hugged him, thanking him for giving me a ride home. Of course I was naked and hugged him to me tightly. When I pulled back from the hug, I looked him in the eye and kissed him.
“He kissed me back and I took his towel off and led him to the bedroom. He hesitated and asked me if I wasn’t married. I dropped my hands down to his cock and started playing with it.
“I told him, ‘Yes, James, I’m married and I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about me; that I’m married and I’m fucking around. Well, they’re true. My husband knows I have sex with other men and he’s all right with it. We have an open marriage.’
“While still caressing his cock and balls, I kissed him again. This time he was more into it and pulled me to him and started caressing me, stroking my breasts and butt. He was very gentle, which I liked. I moved him back until he sat on the bed.
“Kneeling between his legs, I sucked his cock into my mouth. He was a little longer than average and wonderfully thick. I was able to take him all the way down my throat. He came in a heartbeat. He then pulled me up and kissed me, which was a little surprising.
“He didn’t mind that he had just cum down my throat. James then told me he wanted to return the favor, but had never, as he put it, done that… I told him he might want to hold off on going down on me because I had fucked Steve that morning and was pretty messy.
Billie giggled, and said, “I felt his nose slip between my pussy lips and a muffled, ‘daz all ragiht’. So I started giving him basic instructions on pussy munching and finger fucking. He caught on pretty quickly. After a while, I had him swing around into a sixty-nine.
“He was hard and dribbling pre-cum. I sucked him, but couldn’t deep throat him in this position. He lasted a little longer than the first time I sucked his cock. When he did cum I got a mouthful. His cum had a very pleasant flavor.
“I sat up and pulled his face from my pussy. I told him I wanted to feel him inside me.” She giggled, “He wiped his face of my pussy juice and Steve’s spunk. Then he kissed me as I guided his cock into me.
“Once again, his kiss was a bit of a surprise, especially since I could still tasted his cum in my mouth. James was able to last even longer this time, so after a while I got on top.” Billie chuckled, “I got a pretty good ride out of him.”
“After he came, we lay there and I kept him in me. I whispered in his ear, ‘James, you like knowing I fuck other guys besides my husband, don’t you?’ He got hard again and I got another, slower more sensuous fuck out of him
This time when we finished, I pulled off his cock and cuddled up next to him. I noticed it was still raining hard so I suggested he stay the night.” Giggling Billie said, “ Sweetheart, this was the first man, besides you, I’ve ever slept with in our bed.”
I laughed and added, “But… I bet… it won’t be the last.”
Billie giggled at that and continued, “We took a shower together, which made it the second guy I’d showered with on Thursday. And then we went back to bed. And, yes, we fucked some more, including early Friday morning before we had to go classes.”
“So tell me.” I said, “Was reality as good as fantasy?”
Sighing happily, Billie softly said, “Yes, it was better than fantasy. When we were cuddling he told me I’d been his first and he thanked me. So I told him we’d needed to celebrate, so I sucked his cock and got him hard again and he fucked me again.”
I kissed her and put my arms around her. She wiggled her little ass and squeezed my cock with her pussy. Both of us looked at each other and laughed.
Then she told me, “Oh… he asked me if I would model for him. He has his own studio and he said he would pay me whatever the school was paying. I told him I would ask you. So… what do you think?”
I laughed and asked, “How much sex do you think will be involved?”
Billie’s eyes got huge and she replied, “None. Honey, he’s a very serious artist and he’s very, very good. If anyone in our class ever makes it as a professional artist, it will be James. If I model for him, he would insist it be strictly a professional relationship.”
A devilish grin broke out on her face, with a low, husky, sexually filled voice, Billie said, “Now that’s not to say I won’t jump his bones after we finish the session.”
I smacked her tight ass and asked, “When and how often does he want you to model?”
When I popped her butt, Billie pushed up with straight arms, pushed her legs out straight and shimmed her whole body saying, “Oooh, do that again!” She then relaxed back down on my chest and told me, “Once or twice a month and Sunday mornings would be best.”
“Why Sunday mornings?”
“Well…” the little minx replied, “He told me that due to the way he had to put the windows in when he built the studio, the lighting is best in the mornings. And… Sunday is the only time he isn’t in school or working in his family’s business.
She paused and said in a low voice, “He wanted to know if I could model tomorrow… I told him I’d ask you and if you said yes, you’d probably want to be there… he freaked a little at that. He wanted to know if I was going to tell you about us fucking…”
“And you told him…?”
Laughing, Billie said, “I told him I was going to tell you every little detail, from start to finish. I also told him that you, like him, got turned on knowing I was fucking other guys.”
“So… what did y’all decide?”
“I, decided I would ask you and if you agreed, I’d call him and set up a time to go over there.”
“Call him, I’d like to meet him anyway.” Billie slowly pulled off my cock and went and called him. They agreed we’d meet at his studio the next morning, which was Sunday, at 0900 or 9:00 A.M. for civilians. Billie was ecstatic.
After she spoke to James, she asked what I’d like to do the rest of the day. Since it was early afternoon and a beautiful day we decided to head to the boardwalk at the beach. We took a quick shower where I helped trim and shave Billie’s pussy.
I dressed in an old chambray shirt, cutoff khakis and wore my old boat shoes. Billie wore a pair of old hip-rider jeans that had been cut off just below the pockets, a bikini top which was almost illegal to wear in public and her usual sandals. She was stunning!
It was a pleasant, relaxing afternoon exploring various shops on the boardwalk. I especially enjoyed watching folks watch Billie. She projects the air of an innocence teenager, even though she’s in her mid-twenties and is anything but innocent.
Her posture is near perfect, which enhances her breasts. This flows into a tight abdomen, a slight flare to her hips and a round little ass. As she walks she appears to glide with just a slight bounce to her breasts. Her warm personality charms almost everyone she meets.
We arrived home in the early evening and jumped into the shower to wash the humid, salty-sticky, beach air off. Billie stayed to wash her hair while I changed the sheets on the bed and threw together a light supper.
After supper Billie wanted to know what I wanted to do. I told her what I wanted to do was just lie in bed and hold her. Smiling we laid down together. I snuggled Billie up to my right side and rolled her so she was half laying on me.
With her head just under my chin, her breasts pressed to my chest, her pubic mound resting against my hip and her right leg between mine I was a happy camper. Billie wiggled a little to settle down some. The next thing I knew she was a sleep.
Looking down on her I could feel my heart skip beats as I thought about my love for her. The warmth of her body was calming, soothing. I kissed to the top of her head and stroked her hair… Suddenly, it was morning. We had slept without moving.
I heard Billie snicker and fondle my morning wood. Giggling she asked, “Should I take care of this?”
She was slightly surprised when I said; “No… let’s save it for later.” We got up and had a light breakfast. Billie jumped into the shower to freshen up for her modeling gig. I dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. Billie put on one of her smallest sundresses.
We arrived about fifteen minutes early because Billie wanted time to look through James’ studio. James lived in a fairly large apartment above his parent’s garage. He had converted a section of this into his studio.
As Billie climbed the steps ahead of me, I had a truly wonderful view of her tight ass and shaved pussy peeking out from under her short dress. James met us the door and told Billie how great she looked.
Billie introduced us, saying, “I’m so happy y’all get to meet. You both have a number of things in common. James, while y’all get to know each other, I’m going to explore your studio.”
While James and I talked, Billie stepped out of her sandals and stripped off her dress. Padding around the studio nude she took time to examine the various work James had on display. Watching her was a distraction. She was a vision of grace and loveliness.
After the initial awkwardness of a husband meeting his wife’s latest sexual companion we found common ground. Both of us enjoyed the idea of Billie recently having had numerous sex partners. We both laughed over her sexual antics at the spring-break party.
James called Billie over so they could get started. I found a chair across the room and enjoyed watching as she went through the various fast paced poses called ‘gestures’ which allowed both the model and artists to warm up.
They worked for an hour before taking a short break. Billie called me over to see his work; he was very good. His sketches of Billie were sensual and at times exotic, but always classy.
As we admired his work, I noticed Billie had his right hand in her left hand. She was unconsciously holding his arm between her breasts, allowing the back of his hand to rest on her pubic mound. She had her right arm around me holding me tightly to her.
When the break was over they worked for another hour. Her poses were held longer this time as James was working on a study for a watercolor he had in mind. It was obvious James was in fact a very serious artist. I had no qualms about her modeling for him.
Upon completion of their session, I moved up behind Billie and put my arms around her. She had once again, unconsciously, taken James’ hand into hers. This time she held it up against her breasts just under her chin.
I dropped my hands to her hips and pulled her against my erection. Billie let out a low gasp and looked over her shoulder at me with big brown eyes. Smiling down at her I gave her a quick kiss and moved my right hand upward to her right breast.
Looking over at James, I said, “James, one of Billie’s fantasies was to seduce you, which she did Thursday evening. She has another one and that is to have two men she adores and that adore her to make love to her. Would you help me make her fantasy come true?”
Billie moaned and then gasped as James smiled at her and turned her toward him. As he kissed her he slid a hand down and gently cupped her pussy. I felt her shiver as he started to finger her. I stepped back and shed my clothes. I then pressed back up against her.
Breaking their kiss, Billie stammered, “Oh, oh… honey, he has a finger in me.” I felt her hips gently start rocking. She reached back and put a hand on the back of my head pulling me down so she could whisper, “He… he now has two fingers in me…”
As I held her, James stepped back and undressed. I turned Billie around and pulled her close for another kiss. After our kiss she whispered, very softly so only I could hear, “Honey… I want him first… I’ll tell you why later… okay?”
Nuzzling her ear, I whispered back, “It’s whatever you want sweetheart.”
The three of us moved back to the model’s pedestal. James and I gently laid Billie back. She looked at James and with a husky whisper said, “James, I want you first…” she sat up reaching for his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
Excited, he was already dribbling pre-cum. Billie used her tongue to spread it around the head of his cock; she then sucked him in deeper. After a few moments she said, “I don’t need any foreplay. I want you now James… I want you in me now.”
James was kneeling between her legs. He took Billie’s legs and pulled them up and over his. She rocked her pelvis up, presenting herself to him. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit and found his mark.
Billie took my head in her hands and pulled me down to her. She whispered, “He’s entering me honey… he’s fucking it into me… he’s there! He’s all the way in me! Oh, oh, oooh! This is sooo wicked! Please, please hold me while he fucks me…”
I cradled Billie’s head and watched as James fucked her. I could tell Billie was using her fantastic inner pussy muscles on James. Her nipples hardened and a flush crept up chest, neck and blossomed on her face.
She bucked, shivered and then her back bowed as her orgasm washed over her. I held her in my arms as she gasped and panted. Moaning she managed to pant, “Oh… oh! He’s cumming in me! I can feel him cumming!”
As James started to pull his cock out of her, Billie looked at me and said, “Lie down, honey, I want to be on top.”
Lying down, Billie swung her leg over just me as soon as James had finished pulling out of her. She reached down and lined my cock up and sat down with a ‘hummmph’ taking me in to he hilt.
Her little pussy was wet, messy, creamy, very hot and surprisingly tight. Sitting up right with her hands on my chest she started riding me. Suddenly she yelped, clamped down on my cock, jacked knife forward, bucked and let out a shriek.
Muttering in my ear she said, “Pl… please hold still… too much!” She bucked again and shrieked again. “Ooooh fuck… yeesss! Ooooh, god-damn!” She buried her face in my neck and her hips made a massive roll, she grunted, “Fuuuck yessss!”
After a few minutes I felt her slowly start undulating her hips again. She sat back up and looked me in the eye and smiled, and then she gave me a deep kiss. Sitting back up she told James, “Come here.” She reached out and guided his semi-hard-on to her mouth.
Sucking on his pussy and cum slimed cock she brought it back to full life. Her pussy was working my cock with those wonderful muscles. As she rode me and sucked James cock I noticed her breathing hitching.
Her pussy felt like it was convulsing and heating up. I bucked and started cumming, which triggered another massive orgasm out of Billie. She shrieked again spitting James’ cock from her mouth. This time she was babbling nonsensical words.
As we came down from our mutual orgasm, Billie rolled off me onto her hands and knees. She arches her ass up in the air and looked around at James. He mounted her in a heartbeat.
She motioned me to her head where I first leaned down and gave her a tongue-thrashing kiss. She then pulled my cock to her mouth and started cleaning it. As it came to life she took it deeper and deeper until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
Billie was taking it at both ends and had a hot rhythm going. James grunted and started cumming for the second time. Billie didn’t wait long as she pulled off him and spun around and guided my cock into her messy snatch.
She was pushing back and bucking at the same time. I reached under her to find her fingers already at work. Billie arched her back and threw her head back as she reached yet another orgasm. As her pussy clamped down on me it set me off.
Sweaty, messy with splattered cum we rolled over onto our sides. Billie motioned for James and she pulled him to her and gave him a deep kiss. Resting for a few minutes we finally got up, cleaned up the best we could and prepared to leave.
Billie gave James one more kiss as we entered our vehicle. Driving home, I said to Billie, “So, now someone, other than me, has been able to bring you to an orgasm.”
She looked at me and said, “No, he didn’t give me an orgasm. It’s true he was fucking me when I had it… but you were holding me and I could feel your love, that’s what gave me all those orgasms… and they were something else!”
Sitting on her knees and leaning against the door, she was a beautiful sight. It was obvious she had just been well fucked. Her dress had ridden up to expose her still messy, swollen, little pussy, her nipples, which were visible through her dress, were very erect.
Her hair was slightly tousled and her face, neck and upper chest still slightly reddened. Billie was quietly staring at me, her lower lip between her teeth. With each breath I watched her breasts rise and fall. Oh how lovely she was.
A moment later Billie said, “Thank you… today was incredible. It’s unbelievable you set that in motion.” She stared at me with her lower lip caught between her teeth, she then said, “You don’t know how much I love you and how much I appreciate you doing this.”
When we arrived at home, Billie and I went inside. Billie took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She undressed me and pushed me onto the bed. She didn’t even bothered taking off her dress. Hiking it up, she mounted me. We made slow love.
After filling her with cum we lay there talking. She asked, “Do you think you’ll make it home next weekend?”
I told her, “I don’t know… I’ll call Wednesday night and let you know.” We just held each other until it was time to go. After a weekend like this, I hated leaving; as always our goodbyes were heart wrenching and sad.
As planned, I called her Wednesday evening. The first thing I asked was, “Well, have you been a good girl so far this week?”
Chuckling, Billie responded, “Yes, my period started Monday afternoon.” Then she asked, “Are you going to make it home this weekend?”
“Unfortunately, no, sweetheart. I’ve got duty.”
Billie exhaled her frustration. She then asked, “Would it be all right if I went out on a date Saturday night?”
I told her, “It’s all right with me. Who are you going out with?”
There was a snicker, she then said, “An English Literature professor asked me out.”
To be continued…
Poster:
Jack Stay
