Reading E-Smut

 

You are sitting in the bleachers, trying to be a ‘good supportive parent’ of your kid. You really don’t care about sports, but your children enjoy being part of the school teams. When any of them are on the field or the court, you pay attention, cheer, and yell, but today your son is still sitting on the bench. You know that ‘everyone needs time on the field’, but you hate the waiting.
You pull your tablet from your work bag, maybe if you read something you’ll feel less anxious. You remember that one of your co-workers sent you a link to her short stories.

In the office you quietly asked “What, are you one of those quiet ladies who write smut in her spare time?”

She nervously smiled and said, “If you don’t like that kind of thing see if your wife wants to read it. If not, feel free to just delete the link.”
You thought she was joking until now. The school bleachers feel hard on your butt, sitting near the top row, so you can see your kid when he goes on the court. The title of the story is what first catches your eye “An afternoon in the office”.
You’ve known Joan for a few years now. She is the AA for your department head, taking care of all his needs, along with the rest of the senior staff. What you read is not what you expect.

“After all of the staff has gone home for the day, I call my husband. ‘Jim, come to the front desk and have security buzz you up.’ I then make sure all of the other offices are locked except for my boss’s. The office with the big vinyl couch.”
You pause, ‘Mister Johnson’s office has a large couch in it’ you think and then continue reading. Just the thought that maybe she has written something she actually did, is starting to turn you on.

“I take and lay out the towel and lotions from my gym bag, then close the door and wait at my desk. Security buzzes my phone ‘Yes, I’m expecting my husband…You’ll send him up? Thank you.’ I then hang up the phone and stand by the office door.”
You feel your dick start to get hard with anticipation. You then shake your head for a moment. ‘There is no way she is going to write about sex in the office.’ But the idea of sneaking your wife into Mr. Johnson’s office and bending her over the big couch and pounding her from behind is an image you hadn’t expected to enter your mind. You lick your lips as your mouth feels dry.
“ ‘So we have the place all to ourselves?’ Jim asks. I kiss him, my tongue going deeply into his mouth. ‘Yes. Just like we talked about, I didn’t get a bonus this year, even though the company earnings were great, so I want you to fuck me on his couch.’ He hugs me firmly, my hard nipples press into his chest. ‘Yes, I’ll fuck you like they fucked you for not giving you a bonus. Fast and hard. In ways you’ll always remember.’ We go into the office and he slowly removes my dress.”
The buzzer for the game goes off. “Dad!” you son yells up at you.
Flustered, you put the tablet into your bag. “What?” you yell down.
“I’ll change and be right back.” He says pointing to his school bag on the bench.
You nod, grab your bag, go down to the court and pick up his.

‘I know we didn’t get a bonus this year. Officially the company said profits were down’ you think. You want to get back to the story, but it’s a good thing you stopped. You adjust your slacks as you soften. ‘Joan must just have written this as an angry fantasy. She’s almost 50, I think. And Jim he’s almost ready to retire, there’s no way they would have had sex, in the office on Mr. Johnson’s vinyl couch.’
“Ready Dad?” your son asks.
“Sure. Let’s go.” You reply.
“So what did you think of the game?” he asks.
You are tempted to lie and say, ‘it was great’ but you give him a weak grin. “Tell you the truth I was using my tablet on a work thing and wasn’t paying attention.”
“I thought so.” He says with a nod. “I looked from the bench to check on you, hoping you weren’t bored. You looked really stuck to the screen.”
“Shall we pick up supper?” you ask trying to change the subject. “Call your mother and see what she wants.”

A ten-minute call through the car’s speaker while still in the school parking lot, you finally all agree that the chicken family meal is the best option. You use the app, place the order, and go get it.

The whole time you are driving you keep wondering about Joan and Jim. She’s not what you’d call gorgeous, but she’s okay for her age. ‘This has to all be fiction. They can’t really have done this.’
After you get home and eat, your wife asks. “Are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”
“Once we go to bed can I show you something?” You ask.
She gives you a puzzled look. “Okay. You don’t want to tell me first?”
“It’s easier if I show you.” You reply and then finish eating dinner.

After cleaning up and making sure the kids finished their homework, you chase them off to their rooms before grabbing the tablet from your bag and going to the bedroom.
You get undressed and sit on the bed wearing only the shorts you sleep in, as your wife gets ready for bed too.

“What’s this about?” she asks.

You prop up the pillows on your side of the bed and turn on the tablet. “I was given this smutty story to read. I didn’t finish it.”
“Was it that bad?” She asks as she pulls on her nightgown.
“No. On the contrary, it’s good. Take a look.”
She gets on the bed, and looks at the title. She starts laughing “Who is Jackie Sential?”
“What?” you ask confused for a moment.
“The story’s author is Jackie Sential or ‘jack essential’.” She giggles some more. “Oooh ‘An Afternoon in the Office’. Sounds exciting.”

She reads for a moment. You watch her chest. Those lovely breasts that fed your children and still look so good to you after years of marriage.

She pauses. “It’s not bad. It looks like they are going to fuck in the boss’s office. That’s a little different. But nothing I haven’t read before.”
“Joan wrote it.” You say.
“Joan. Joan in your office, Joan? Joan, who looks like she and her husband’s idea of a wild night is going to the library for a poetry reading…that Joan?” She asks.
You nod and nervously lick your lips.
“That office she is describing. Is that your boss’s office?”
“I think so.” You reply. “Thinking that it is something that she and Jim might have done or even fantasized about, turned me on.”
“Joan turned you on?” She asks with a puzzled look.
You quickly shake your head. “No. The description of going into Mr. Johnson’s office and having sex did. I’d love to bend you over that couch and take you from behind” you admit.
She give you a wicked smile. “Did you finish the story?”
You shake your head. “Do you want to read it to me, or should I read it to you?”
“I’ll read it, but as I do, do you want to lick my pussy?”

You nod, kiss her and then move between her legs. You can smell her damp excitement. “Where did you leave off?” She asks.
“They were in the office and slowly removing her dress.” You answer as you slowly remove her panties.
“Underneath my dress, I was only wearing a garterbelt and stockings. My bra pushed up my breasts making my nipples look even harder. My husband slowly licks around each nipple and then kisses them.”
As your wife reads you slowly lick her pussy.

Your tongue goes up and down.

Teasing her.

She continues reading, slowly describing how Jim licks Joan.

Tonguing her pussy and then her asshole. You focus on your wife’s pussy. You know if she feels like any ‘butt stuff’ tonight she’ll be clear about it.

As you lick her cunt and suck her clit, you feel her put her feet on your back and cross her ankles. As she continues reading, she flexes her hips. She reaches a hand down, grabs your head and presses your face more firmly against her.
“Jim’s cock is so hard and thick. But I’m so excited I take it down my throat. He fucks my mouth hard and fast. My wet pussy is begging to be filled.”
Your wife’s breathing is getting harder as she tries to keep reading aloud and enjoying you. “He bends me over the couch and licks my pussy and ass. ‘I’ll fuck you like the company did’ Jim says in an animalistic growl.”

You feel your wife’s thighs tighten around your head.

She won’t last much longer.

You suck her clit and hum.

You know the vibrations drive her wild.

“Oh God!” She says as she clenches around you in pleasure.

You feel her cunt pulse against your mouth as her orgasm powerfully moves through her. Her hand pulls your hair as the other one drops the tablet on the bed. Her breathing is labored for a moment as she finishes.

You let her unwrap her legs from you before you get up.
Your dick is so hard and ready. “Should I jerk myself off or..”
She gets on her hands and knees.

“Take me doggie style. Just like Jim did Joan.”
You slip your hard shaft into her wet hungry snatch.

Placing your hands on her hips you slowly work into her.
“NO. Faster like in the story.” She says. “And spank my ass.”
You don’t even question. Smack. Your hand goes to the right cheek as you thrust into her harder and faster. She starts moaning in pleasure as she reaches down and rubs her clit.

It has been a while since she was this excited.

You love it.

You don’t last long.

With a hard thrust you hold her firmly as your cock pumps cum into her.

You feel her rubbing harder until she cums again too.
You pull out, as semen drips from her.

You quickly grab a towel and wipe her up.
“You are really enjoying this.” you say as you lie next to her and kiss her.
“Yes. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow you can thank Joan for the story.” She says as she kisses you too.
“Do you think it really happened?”
“It doesn’t matter. Like all good smut. As long as the reader enjoyed it that’s all that’s important.” Your wife answers with a smile.

At work the next morning, as you fill your cup of coffee, you see Joan waiting to pour her cup. “Good morning. Did you read that story I shared with you?” She asks in a quiet tone.
You smile. “My wife and I both enjoyed it. I have one question.”
She gives you a knowing look. “Whatever I answer would be a disappointment. Just know that I write what I know, and I write what could be. I’m a simple woman with a vivid imagination and a passionate husband. The rest I leave up to the reader.”
You nod. “Ok. So where can I get more of Jackie Sential’s stories?”

We both smile and sip our coffees.

Giving Him a Massage

 

He’s been gone all week on a business trip.

To keep yourself occupied, after work and dinner, you’d read a little smutty story from the collection he bought you as a gift, and then you’d text him from bed.

Some nights he was tired and though he wanted to sext or send you a video of him playing with himself, you could tell that the business meetings he had been attending were exhausting him.

On Wednesday night you text “Just sleep. If you really are getting tired from the meetings, don’t even rub yourself off at night. Save it all for me when you get home.”

“Really? You don’t want me to send you a video of me stroking myself? Or to try to come up with a good sexting fantasy?”

You smile as you read the message, then type. “I feel you’re really tired after your meetings each day. I’d rather you save your strength, come home to me, and I’ll give you a treat.”

There is a pause on screen and then he types “What kind treat? Something we rarely do?”

You smile at that. You know what he’s asking. Anal. He’s asking if you’ll let him fuck your ass. “You finish your trip and come back home to me and I’ll do something for you that you won’t expect, but will enjoy.” You continue smiling because you know that is just vague enough that it will drive him crazy.

“Ok. I’ll still text you every night.” He replies.

“I’d expect nothing else.” You type back.

As you lie in bed, you imagine him in a hotel room. His cock is soft but ready for your use. Slowly you rub your pussy, imagining what you want to do with his prick as it hardens just for you. You lick your lips. His shaft is perfect for sucking and it fills you just right. You slide your fingers inside of you and imagine him thrusting into you. You really miss him tonight, so you rub your clit as you fill your hungry cunt with your fingers.

Your body tightens and pulses with pleasure. You then wipe yourself, using the towel near your bed. “I’ll do something special for him.” You say as you lay down and drift off to sleep.

As time gets closer to his return you think of what things he does for you that you really enjoy but don’t often do back. Oral doesn’t really figure into the picture. He happily eats you as often as you suck him. You could prep yourself for anal, but he’s expecting that. Even though you could still end with that, you want something different.

You look at the bedside drawer. Toys, a plug, condoms, and lotions.

Lotions.

You look at some of the flavored ones. You remember when he got them for you. He, more than once has given you a full body massage. Using different scented lotions and gels. Just the thought of his fingers on your body has you damp. “That’s it.” You say aloud. “Give him an erotic massage after he gets home.”

You pull out the different lotions and take time selecting the ones you want to use. As you close the drawer, your shiny butt plug glints at you. “Maybe,” you whisper to yourself as you close the drawer with it still inside.

 

You check your phone, to see when his flight lands. You could pick him up from the airport, but he reminded you that the company pays for a taxi to drive him home and he’s going to use as much of the company’s money as he can.

He should be home in an hour or two, so you prepare the bed, laying out towels. He showed you that it is so much easier to do a load of towels in the laundry with body oils rather than sheets which might get stained. It’s another thing about him you love, he takes care of things.

 

You watch from the window as an airport taxi pulls up. He gets out. His hair is all messed up, as he pays the cabbie and pulls the roller bag from the back. You see his shoulders droop as he lets out a sigh and walks up the drive. You quickly check yourself in the mirror one more time. You’re wearing a loose T-shirt overtop an exercise bra and yoga leggings. More than once he’s told you he loves your curves partially hidden by both loose and tight clothing. “Nothing too complicated.” You say to yourself with a grin, before  you go to the front door.

He is there. He gives you a smile, but his eyes have that tired weary look to them. Letting go of his bag, he hugs you tightly. The polo shirt he’s wearing is soft and rumpled from travel.

“I’ve missed you so much” he whispers into your ear as he kisses you.

Your arms squeeze him tightly too. “I know.” You whisper back.

Taking his bag in one hand, you lead him to the bedroom with the other.

He sees the towels on the bed. “What’s all this?”

You kiss him again. “My surprise for you.” Letting go of the roller bag, you take pull his shirt up over his head, before kissing his chest. The small curly hairs are soft against your lips. Then you reach down and undo his belt and pants.

“Get naked and lie down on the bed. I want you to tell me all about your trip as I help you relax.”

He quickly slides off his shoes and lets his pants hit the floor. He strips off his drawers and socks, sitting on the edge of the bed. “How do you want me to lay?”

You notice that he’s getting excited, not fully hard yet, but not a ‘sleeping turtle’ either. “Lay on your back. I’m going to start with your feet as you tell me about your trip.” You reply.

He gives you an exaggerated pout, “But my feet aren’t where I really want your attention.”

You give him a wicked smile and wink. “I know.” You then grab a bottle of lotion, “But you’ve been traveling and on them a lot. If I remember what you have done for me, tired feet being massaged is a good starting place.”

He nods, sighs, and lies back.

Squirting a little lotion along the bottom of his right foot, he shakes it “That’s cold”.

You grip his foot firmly and grin “Is it? I’m sorry, I’ll have to rub it and make it better.”

The bottoms of his feet are rough. Starting with one and then the other you press your fingers firmly along the balls of his foot, the arch, and the heel.

He tells you about the flight out there, the delays with the rental car, and the traffic to get to the hotel.

“Any sexy collogues at this conference?” You playfully ask.

With a non-committal tone he replies “No, not really.”

“You mean that Carol, wasn’t wearing short skirts and tight tops to this? Or Kristen wasn’t going braless to the meetings?”

You look up his body, noticing his cock twitching. You aren’t sure if it is from you slowly moving up his leg or you mentioning the two women from his office that you’ve seen.

He looks down “I really hadn’t noticed them this trip.”

“Oh, so there were others who caught your eye? Is that why you wanted so badly to sext every night?” You move up his thigh. As you add drops of lotion and rub his firm muscles, his cock hardens and lays on his firm stomach.

“Is that because of me or because of what you’re thinking of?” You playfully ask.

“You, of course, my love. Your hands feel so good.” He replies as he looks down.

You smile up at him. His hard penis is waiting for you. He’s had you like that before too. You blow a cooling breath along the shaft. Then drip some of the berry flavored gel on it.

“That is cold.” He says in a serious tone.

You wink and say, “Here’s some warmth for you.”  The berry flavor mixes well with his natural taste. You lick around the tip and then take him deep into your mouth.

He moans in pleasure. “So warm. So wet. So good.”

The firm shaft is what you missed all week. Slowly you suck and lick until all of the gel is gone. His hard cock glistens in the bedroom lights.

As you lick and suck him, your pussy feels so wet.

“I love your mouth.” He says with a gasp.

You stop massaging him, and strip off your top and leggings.

Straddling him you lean forward so your hard nipples rub against his chest. Your hair loosely falls across his face as you teasing rub your pussy lips along his shaft.

“I love your mouth too, but right now I so badly want your hard little prick.” You say in an almost commanding tone, as you reach and feed it into you.

He is still slick with saliva and gel, which slides so easily with your natural juices. Teasingly you go down and up, only a little at a time. You savor his thickness as you take him deeper with each motion.

He grips your hips. “That’s it. Ride me. I’ve missed that so much.”

Looking down at him you smile an almost greedy grin as you press all the way down on him so he fills you.

Then you rock back and forth. Your clit rubbing against his pubic mound.

He releases your hips and grasps your breasts. You feel his fingers firmly grip your nipples as you ride him harder.

He’s breathing harder. “That’s it. Ride me.” He gasps. You take his hands from your breasts and hold then down on the bed.

“You’re mine.” You say in a controlling tone as you rock back and forth harder. His hard cock feels so good inside of you. You’re almost ready to cum. He’s ready too. You feel him. His breathing is harder too.

You grip his wrists tightly, and your knees press against him as pleasure moves through you.

Then you lessen your grip and dismount. His softening, wet schlong still drips semen on his belly.

“You enjoyed that too.” You say with a wicked grin as you grab a towel, wipe yourself then throw it to him.

“That felt great.” He says with an exhausted grin.

“I’m glad. Now, I’ll clean up and you can do all of that laundry you brought home.” You comment as you quickly dress.

“Maybe after laundry, I should try to give you something special too?” He kisses you, as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

You wink and smile. “Depending on my mood later, maybe we’ll both try something special?” you say as you nod towards the nightstand with sex toys.

“Hopefully I can keep you in a good mood.” He says and kisses you deeply before taking his travel clothes to the laundry room.

Another Game Day

 

As you are at the grocery story picking up snacks and drinks for tomorrow game, you get a text. It’s from Zac’s wife Sonja. It is one word. “SLUT”. You aren’t sure what that’s about, but you’ll call her after you check out. A couple more aisles down, in the frozen food section you get another text. This one is from Mike’s girlfriend, Becki, and once again it is one word, “Whore”.  You aren’t sure what is going on, but you plan on calling them both as soon as you are done.

As you check out, you get a third text. This time from John’s girlfriend, Karen. This one is a little longer. “You are such a bitch. I thought you were my friend.”

You put the groceries in your car and quickly do a group text. “Can we meet for drinks or coffee? I’ll put away groceries first and then can we all talk?”

You watch the dots on your phone as each one responds. The responses are a mixture of “Maybe” to “What, you slept with their men too?”

You bite your lower lip as you try to think of the best way to do this. Finally you type “Come over to my place. I will explain everything.” You then add “PLEASE”.

As you drive home, you see three quick responses of “OK”, “Yes” and “K”.

 

Once the groceries are put away, you make a pot of coffee. It’s middle of the day on a Saturday but having the women sit in your kitchen and offer coffee as you talk sounds like a safe idea. The bottle of Irish Cream stands on the cupboard next to the bottle of Irish Whiskey. “Maybe some Irish Coffee will be needed?” you mutter to yourself as you put out a plate of autumn shaped sugar cookies and pumpkin spice cookies.

 

Two cars pull up. Becki and Karen each get out. At that point Sonja walks up from the next street over. All three are wearing comfortable Saturday clothes. Sonja doesn’t even slow down when she walks inside. “What kind of slut are you? You fucked all of our men?” Both Becki and Karen stand there with their arms crossed, looking angrily at you.

You sigh and motion for the women to sit down at the kitchen table. “Do you want some coffee while I tell you what happened?”

Sonja sits and angrily taps her long fingernails on the table. “You think you can buy us off with coffee and cookies?”

You place empty cups at the table. “No. But this might take longer than I expect and I thought coffee and cookies might help.” You then nod to the Irish cream and Irish Whiskey on the counter. “You can season your coffee if you need.”

 

Becki fills a cup and Karen takes a bite of pumpkin spice cookie as they both sit down too. 

You look at each woman’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You say honestly.

“What?” Sonja says “You just fell on Zac’s cock, while you sucked Mike and jerked off John?”

You feel your face get warm. “It’s more complicated than that, but that was one of the positions we did.”

“Bitch” Karen says with wetness forming in her eyes. “You are such a cunt.” Becki says.

You sigh, sip your coffee and then ask. “Are you done calling me names? Can I explain?”

Sonja keeps tapping her long nails on the table. “Go on. I’m listening.”

You take the next few minutes explaining about your ‘Game Day Gang Bang’ fantasy. That you were feeling horny. The guys were receptive. Everyone wore condoms, including your husband. And a good time was had by all.

“You got Zac to wear a rubber?” Sonja asks as she sips her coffee that she finally poured.

You nod. “Those were the rules. Everyone had to ‘dress for the party’ or they had to go home.”

Karen quietly asks “But why my John?”

Becki takes the bottle of Irish Cream and adds some to both her and Karen’s cups.

You sigh and slowly shake your head, “He didn’t have to stay. I didn’t force any of them.”

Becki snorts, “You dressed like a whore, asking to be fucked and we’re supposed to just accept what our men did?”

You pause for a moment and ask “Have any of you fantasized about being with each other’s man?”

Karen blushes as she nibbles on a cookie.

Sonja looks over at her, “Should I ask which one? Or figure that you just want Zac’s cock.”

“It is a nice cock.” You smile and say.

Sonja scowls at you. “That may be, but that’s my man’s cock.”

You take another sip of coffee and then ask the three of them, “What if we did it again and this time you are here to swap and switch?”

Becki looks at you and the other two women, “So you want to set up something like that again? Except this time we’re here too?”

Karen looks shocked at the idea, but you calmly nod. “If we are all here, and we all use condoms again, then each of you can have a fun time, safely.”

Sonja narrows her eyes. “You just want to fuck Zac again.”

You shake your head, “Not really. Mike is just as big as Zac, and I prefer my Henry. He’s really good with his mouth and I love his cock.” You then wink and smile.

Karen looks at both Becki and Sonja and blushes again.

Sonja leans back in her chair. “You’re not going to do any of that freaky lezzy shit, are you?”

You lean in and smile. “As tasty your pussy probably is, or as lovely those pink nipples of Karen’s probably are, I prefer men. Thick, short dicks, or long skinny cocks…”

“Or a veiny monster like Mike’s?” Becki finishes. You smile and nod.

Nervously Karen asks “So how would we do this?”

 

Over the next hour, you and the ladies plan for tomorrow’s Game Day. You’ll supply the food, and each of the other women will help with entertainment.

Becki comments that if they go to the local Halloween store, they can all get ‘slutty cheerleader outfits. Karen blushes at that. You lean closer to her and say “I think you’d make a great ‘slutty cheerleader’.”

Sonja nods “You’ve got good curves in all the right places.”

So you all hop into Becki’s car and pick up matching cheerleader outfits, and also a quick trip to the pharmacy for more condoms and lube. Everyone agrees to leave everything at your place. Tomorrow you’ll all change into them during half-time.

 

The next day as the guys are on the couch watching the game, each of you women rotate who brings out snacks and drinks. At a certain point, your husband, Henry asks “Is there something going on with you ladies today?”

You lean in and whisper “It’s a surprise for all of you. And you have to wait for Half-time.”

He reaches up and grabs your ass through your yoga pants. You playfully swat his hand away. “You just have to wait.” Then you kiss him and wink.

Sonja makes sure the men are focused on the game while the rest of you change. It is agreed no bra or panties. Only the cheerleader top and skirt.

Karen nervously nods “I’ve never tried anything like this before.”

You take her hands gently in yours. “If you don’t want to do this. Tell me now. We can stop. We can cancel it. We can do it on a day when you are more comfortable.”

She looks at Becki, whose nipples are visibly poking through the tight top, and then she looks at the boxes of condoms on the counter. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I want to do this. Yes. I’m okay.”

Sonja then changes while you and the others make up plates of snacks before Half-time.

Once Sonja returns, you smile at each of the women. The tight cheerleader tops barely hide their excitement and the short skirts barely cover their round asses.

 

You look to the living room, and see the men cheering and giving each other high-fives. Apparently the game is going good.  You nod to the ladies and then each one carries out a plate of snacks.

“What’s with the outfits?” John asks.

“Damn” Zac says looking at all four of you.

Mike smiles and shifts the crotch of his pants. “You all look great like that.”

Becki leans over Mike, her full breasts moving in her top. “You think so. Would you like a snack?”

Apparently John realizes that Becki isn’t wearing anything under her skirt because he chokes on his drink. Karen goes over and pats him on the back. “Are you okay Baby? Don’t you like what you see?”

He then realizes that Karen isn’t wearing anything underneath either and smiles broadly.

Henry asks, “Are we playing by the same rules as last time? Condoms, switching when people are ready, and whatever positions are agreed to?”

You smile and then look at the other ladies. “Do you all agree to those rules?”

Each nods, and Sonja looks in Zac’s eyes “Yeah, we agree. Don’t we?”

“Hell yeah!” He says and kisses his wife with a passion no one really expected.

Henry turns off the TV as the men help arrange the room. You go and get the box of condoms, then hand a wrapped rubber to each woman.  You notice that the men already put the pillows on the floor like last time. Becki looks to be the most comfortable putting a rubber sheath on Mike, while Karen looks nervous. Sonja asks in a low voice, “you’re really going to keep this on?”

“Hell yes. If I can fuck you, and each of them, I’ll wear a full scuba suit.”

You are then on your knees along with the other women. The latex flavor is a little unpleasant, just like last time, but you really want the other women to have as much fun as you did last time. You suck Henry until he is good and hard.

Then you get on the couch facing away and lift the skirt up over your ass.

You hear Zac playfully smack Sonja’s ass. “Get up there next to her. I want to fuck that sexy cheerleader ass of yours.”

She gets on the couch, right next to you. As Henry thrusts, your breasts rub against the material of your top and the back of the couch. Sonji raises her top and her dark nipple rub directly on the back of the couch as Zac thrusts into her hard and deep.

Soon Becki and Karen both get on the couch too. All four of you are bent over as your lovers fuck you from behind. Henry leans forward and whispers “Are you ready for us to switch?”  You look at the women who are all in various states of pleasure. “Women, shall we switch?”

“Fuck Yeah.” Becki moans. Sonja and Karen both nod too. “Switch” you say. You feel Henry pull out, and then a thicker cock rubs against your wet open snatch. “Hello Mike”. You say with a smile. “Hi Sexy” he says as he rubs his condom clad cock along your wet open pussy lips before he thrusts deeply into you. You reach down and rub your clit. You want your first orgasm of the day with Mike’s thick veiny shaft inside of you.

Moans escape your mouth as you enjoy his thickness. Karen moans loudly too. “Yes, Zac fuck me. Fill my slutty cunt.”

Sonja moans in pleasure too as Henry rubs her clit and slowly but deeply goes in and out. In a breathless tone Sonja says “That’s it Zac. Fuck Karen like her fantasies.”

Soon even Becki is moaning in pleasure.

Over the next hour, all four of you women switch partners, change positions, and try multiple cocks at once. Soon everyone is sweaty, and tired. Used condoms fill the waste can at the edge of the couch.

Karen nervously holds up her cheerleader costume to cover her breasts and pussy. “Can we quickly grab a shower before we go home?”

You smile and nod. “That’s a great idea. We have showers both upstairs and down here. I’ll get some towels.”

Henry helps you, kissing you as you walk naked through the house. “This was fun. Maybe next time we do this at someone else’s house.”

You kiss him deeply. “That sounds like a great idea.”