“Oh fuck, oh God, oh yes, oh fuck, oh, babe, I’m gonna cum. Oh FUCK!”
There are three distinct phases to the male orgasm, once you've passed the point of no return.
Firstly, there’s the buildup; nerve-tingling pleasure seeps into every corner of the body, one’s thrusts become more frantic, and this type of language comes unbidden.
And then there’s the orgasmic plateau. About ten seconds when the bomb of climax has been primed, and the fuse starts burning down.
Finally, it concentrates back down into your sexual core. The eyes are closed, the mouth wide open, the body tense, then BOOM, it detonates. That first explosive pump of sperm, followed by two dozen more, the penis driven into the vagina with a ferocity born of the primal urge to deeply seed the womb.
My rapture abated, and I rolled onto my back.
“Woohoo! That’s a PB, Paul! Two minutes twenty-eight seconds." Sarah was looking at the timer on her phone.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, babe.”
“Oh come on, it’s just a bit of fun," and she poked me in the ribs.
“You’re so fucking sexy you make me just… Make me just, I don’t know, explode."
She turned and kissed me on the cheek. “I noticed!”
“Paul…”
"Yes, babe?”
“I need to finish." Her hand was moving rhythmically between her golden thighs.
“I need to cum.”
I put my hand on top of hers, but she whispered softly in my ear: “Go down on me.”
In the first weeks of our marriage, I’d been shocked that she demanded that I eat her out when full of sperm, but now I’d come to love it. As the sexual dynamic of our relationship developed, I became devoted to her total pleasure, whatever that entailed.
I moved between her legs. The beauty of her perfect pussy never failed to amaze me: neat lips, quite bare, and at the top, her clitty, a bright pink, swollen button.
I closed my eyes and kissed her with the tenderness and passion with which I kissed her pretty mouth. My tongue circled her entrance, savoring her taste, pineapple mixed with a honey tang, before moving up to flick her clit.
“Oh fuck yeah, Paul, you know I need it. Suck my clitty and eat that fucking cunt.”
Her language during sex had also come as quite a shock. In real life, she never swore, but in the heat of passion, there seemed no obscenity too profane for her to utter.
“Don’t you fucking stop, you bitch, don’t you fucking dare.”
I built a steady rhythm, swirling round and round, then back and forth over her pleasure bean. It wasn't long before her thighs started to tremble, and her foul words turned to ragged grunts. She arched her back, and went rigid on her own orgasmic plateau, before her body seemed electrified, involuntary spasms wracking every muscle as she thrashed and flailed in ecstasy.
The contractions of her climax made my semen gush down into my mouth like a pyroclastic flow. A fibrous jus of salty cream, served freshly from her molten oven, and I lapped it up, forbidden fruit, delicious and beguiling.
In the afterglow, I stroked her hair. “Our lovemaking is magical.”
No reply.
“Isn’t it, babe?” I gently prompted.
“Um, yeah, it’s, er, fine, hun, yeah. But, you know, I’ve been thinking.”
Slightly alarmed, I cocked my head. “Oh?”
“Yeah, well, we’re both young and highly sexed,” her fingers drifted down across my belly to my pubic bush, “so shall we spice things up a bit?”
“Spice things up? How d’you mean? Sexy underwear, maybe?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea, babe, I’ll get myself some new lingerie. But what else?”
“Well, maybe a touch of the ol’ Fifty Shades? Fluffy handcuffs and a blindfold?”
“Fuck, yeah, definitely, but what about your fantasies?”
“You’re my fantasy, babe."
"Aw, you’re so sweet, Paul, but I mean other things, wild things. There must be something really naughty, your kinky, private secret?”
My mouth was dry. There was a wild fantasy that popped into my brain at least a dozen times a day. A secret that I didn’t dare to share with her. Sarah and another girl, up on the bed, both on all fours. Buck naked, bar black stockings and high heels. They’re kissing. Not a playful little girly peck but deep, wanton snogging, tongues swirling round each other's mouths, unashamed and brazen. I move behind them and take turns to feast on all four holes before fucking them in turn, my erection never-ending until, eventually, they both collapse, exhausted and flooded with my cum, and I kneel triumphantly above them.
“Er, no, not really, babe. How about you?”
Her fingers had moved down to stroke the base of my penis, which was rapidly becoming erect again.
“Well, there is something that I often think about. Something naughty, something playful.”
Her fingers curled around my shaft, and she slowly started wanking me.
“Shall I tell you? Tell you my secret fantasy?”
“Oh fuck yes, babe.”
She leaned in close: “A threesome.”
A lightning bolt of lust went through me, and instantly I passed the point of no return. “Oh fuck, babe, that’s mine too, really; I just didn’t dare to tell you.”
“Why not, hunni?” Her hand was moving faster now; she knew that I was close.
“I thought you might be jealous.”
“Jealous?” Her hand stopped for a moment, and then she gave a little laugh. “Oh no, babe, I’m not jealous. I can't fucking wait."
“Who will it be?” My breath was getting quicker, my body tense and coiled, as I thought about her three best friends: Thicc Kate, those tits, that ass! Chloe, Sarah’s gym buddy, her physique lean and sculpted. Or maybe Ruby. Her pixie hair and baggy clothes didn’t fool me; she had a banging body and was bound to be bi.
She didn’t answer, but just continued to stroke my cock, watching me intently until she had me on that pleasure plateau, and then she whispered, “It’s a surprise.”
The first arc of my semen shot powerfully upwards and landed in my face.
********
The next day was Saturday, and Sarah went shopping and to ‘catch up with her friends’. I spent the day in a state of constant arousal, my fantasies flicking between Kate, Chloe, and Ruby or—oh, fuck!—all 3 of them, and Sarah, playing with each other, and me sinking into them in whatever way I chose to.
She was back about 5.00 pm with 2 bags of stuff. Breezily, she slapped my bum. “It’s all arranged.”
“Seriously? What time’s she coming?”
There was a wicked glint in Sarah’s eyes. “Eight.”
I grabbed her shoulders. “Come on, hun, you’ve got to tell me who it is.”
“No, you cheeky boy,” and she gently spanked my bum again. “I told you, it’s a surprise. Now go and have your shower; it’s going to take me ages to get ready.”
*******
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes!”
Sarah had indeed taken ages, but was finally ready to show me her outfit. As instructed, I was waiting in the living room.
“Close your eyes.” I did.
I heard the door open and then, "Da-daaaah. Open."
“Oh Sarah, oh fuck,” My voice was hushed, astonished.
She was magnificent in black lingerie. Towering high heels, sheer stockings with a garter belt and minuscule black panties. Her tits were pushed up by a shelf bra, erect nipples on display.
I jumped up off the couch, my hands reaching feverishly for her, but she raised a palm to stop me.
“Ah-ah, no touching. Follow me.”
She led up to the bedroom. Her plump bum jiggled as she climbed the stairs, my face just inches from the cleft between her buttocks.
One of our wooden armchairs had been brought up from the dining room. “Get undressed, Paul, and take a seat.”
I quickly stripped down to my tented boxers, which, under her watchful eye, I pulled down slowly so that my erection was pulled down slowly too, before it sprang back up against my pelvis with a meaty-sounding thwack.
She gave a low wolf whistle, then wrapped her fingers round my shaft and came in close to whisper. “It’s like stone. You’ve never been so hard.” Her hand had moved down to encircle my balls. “Tonight will be the start of something special, Paul, something really magical.”
“Yes, babe,” emboldened by lust, I carried on, “having your friend join us, and then one day, perhaps your friends.”
“Friends, plural? Two. Or maybe three? Oh, Paul, do you think you’d cope with that?” Her grip on me had tightened, and a little nod was all that I could muster.
Suddenly, she changed the mood. “We’ll see. Now for a little touch of Fifty Shades. Sit down.”
From one of the bags of shopping, she pulled out some fluffy handcuffs, and before I had a chance to speak, she’d bound my wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair.
“Babe, I thought I’d be using these on you girls?”
“You thought wrong, Paul.”
She reached into the bag and pulled out a giant dildo, at least nine inches of black silicone with realistic veins and a giant mushroom head.
“Whoa! Oh my God, Sarah, that’s enormous! Are you going to use it on her?”
Still holding the bag, she was moving around behind me.
“Maybe we’ll share it."
Suddenly, everything went black. She’d pulled a hood over my head.
“Sarah, no, babe, you’ve gotta let me watch at least.”
"Maybe later, if you’re a good boy."
As my mouth opened in protest, a rubber ball was pushed into it and, in an instant, fixed tightly with a buckle at the back.
“There. We can’t have you yapping on all evening; you’ll kill the vibe.”
“Mmmmmnnnn ssaaaahhh nnnooohhh." Words were impossible; the only sounds that I could make were grunts and moans, with drool escaping from the sides of the gag.
Ding-Dong
“Perfect, our guest is here.”
I heard the clip-clop of Sarah’s heels down the stairs, along the hall, and then the front door opened.
Hello, babe. So good to see you. A pause before she carried on: He’s upstairs in the bedroom.
Then the sound of Sarah’s laughter followed by their footsteps along the hall again, and this time up the stairs.
All three options sped through my fevered brain again. Kate with the bubble booty, Chloe’s gym-girl body, or, my favourite, bi-babe Ruby, here to corrupt my ‘curious’ young wife.
“Here he is. I thought it best to keep him under strict control in case he gets… well, overexcited. Now come here, babe, and kiss me."
The sound of their interlocking lips and tongues was a delicious torment.
“Let’s get you naked, babe; I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long.”
The sound of Ruby’s (I was sure it must be her) clothes being discarded, and then Sarah once again: “Strip off my little panties, I want you to eat my cunt.”
My balls had drawn up tight against my penis, which itself was pulsing to my heartbeat.
Damn, these two bitches were going to get their brains fucked out, when Sarah set me free.
Soon, a steady wet licking started up, and I vividly pictured Ruby (or maybe it was Chloe) with her face between my baby’s buttocks, eating out her dripping snatch.
“Oh yeah, oh fuck, yeah, that’s the spot. Oh fuck yeah, you’re so much better at this than he is.”
Oh fuck yeah, of course she is; girls know all the spots to hit.
“Come here, honey, let’s have 69."
Again, I struggled vainly, hoping she meant me, but soon the wet and the rhythmic licking was joined by greedy slurping, as they feasted on each other.
“I want this big, black thing inside me now. I’ll get some lube; I’m going to need it.”
"Nnnfgghhhh," I grunted and groaned through the gag, desperately pleading to be allowed to watch Sarah’s tight little pussy get stretched by that huge toy, but to no avail.
“Oh fuck, it’s so big. Oh fuck yeah, take it slow. Oh FUCK!” she screamed. I remembered its huge bellend, and as she let out a deep primeval moan, and I knew the monster dildo must have breached her entrance and was pushing up her velvet tunnel.
Moans turned to cries and whispers, and then staccato, high-pitched yelps: “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Don't stop, don’t stop, I’m going to fucking cummmmm.”
"Uuurrrgghhh." I was thrashing around wildly again, trying to break free.
I wanted both bitches face down, ass up, making Ruby, or Chloe, or Kate, or whoever the fuck it was, suck that dildo clean as I nailed her from behind. But instead, I was tormented by the sound of more deep, wet snogging; the two evidently relishing their intense, bisexual lovemaking.
Finally, footsteps on the bedroom floor. My cock reared up again at the prospect of being released to claim them both, but no; they went across the room and down the stairs, and I heard the front door open. “See you again soon, my love," and then it closed again.
Slowly, she climbed back up the stairs and came around behind me. Firstly, she removed the gag.
“What the fuck, Sarah? What about our threesome? Why has she gone home?”
“Still a little shy, I think; don’t worry, we’ll have another session soon.”
She pulled off the hood and my eyes surveyed our bedroom. Crumpled sheets, wet patches in places, and the giant dildo on the nightstand.
“Did you really take that in your pussy? It’s huge.”
“So big, Paul. I was so stretched, and then so fucking full." She leaned down and wanked my cock between her thumb and fingers. “And you were erect the entire time."
“Yes, babe, I’ve never been so horny. I wish I could have watched you.”
“Perhaps next time we’ll lose the hood. But now you’ve got a job to do." She undid the cuffs to free me.
“Up on the bed, get on your back." I eagerly complied, hoping that she’d mount me, but instead she swung a knee over my head, and squatted down right on my face.
“Ooommmmffff”—more stifled noises, this time for a quite different reason as her ample buttocks enveloped my face, and her pussy lips kissed mine.
My tongue probed gently around her entrance, savoring her taste, pineapple mixed with a honey tang, before moving up to flick her clit.
I built a steady rhythm, swirling round and round, then back and forth over her pleasure button, and it wasn't long before her thighs started to tremble and her foul words turned to ragged grunts. She arched her back and went rigid in her own orgasmic plateau, before her body seemed to detonate; involuntary spasms wracked every muscle as she bounced upon my face.
Suddenly, my blood ran cold.
Stronger than her pineapple and honey sweetness, there was another taste, incongruous and foreign.
“Don’t you fucking stop, you bitch, don’t you fucking dare.”
After a moment's hesitation—after the penny dropped—I clamped my mouth over her gaping hole and sucked with all my might.
The contractions of her climax made his semen gush down into my mouth like a pyroclastic flow. A fibrous jus of salty cream, served freshly from her molten oven, and I lapped it up, forbidden fruit, delicious and beguiling.
