Sir shared with some friends his version of a recent wonderful night out. It chronicles the evening in a way that we thought you folks might enjoy. There may be more down the road ;)
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The lights were low in the room and the thin walls barely muffled the beat of the music. Standing before me was a sight to behold: three gorgeous women each with a look of nervous desire on their faces. It was neither the first nor the last time my wife, my slave/wife, and my submissive were at my disposal; it was, however, a night of intense anticipation leading to this moment.
The four of us had claimed a table at the swinger’s club early in the evening. I was doing photography for sexy couples that wanted a memento of the evening. In between sets I would track down one of the ladies, pin them against the wall and remind them of what was in store for them later. Each time, the desire was becoming more intense for me to eschew my purpose there and bend one or the other of them over. Luckily, given the locale, no one would have blinked an eye; on the contrary, a crowd of onlookers enjoying the visual treat would have been the most likely outcome.
As my responsibilities came to an end, the four of us wound up standing outside the orgy room gazing through the window. The ladies’ eyes were transfixed on couples playing within – the sounds of pleasure, the moans, the flesh against flesh, all mingled with the music as our hands roamed. Eight hands straying from body to body, eight hands grasping at flesh or delving towards locations hidden by thin drapes of fabric…
It had been packed that night, so private rooms were hard to come by. Out of the corner of her eye, my submissive noticed that a couple had just vacated a room. We scurried inside to snatch it up before someone else did.
I took a step back and began providing instructions for the three of them. I walked them through undressing, caressing, and teasing each other while I reveled in their obedience and beauty. Such good girls. As I began to undress, the sapphic display on the bed came to an abrupt halt as all three ladies shifted their bodies to the leading edge and locked their eyes onto mine with intense desire and thirst emanating.
“I really am a lucky bastard.“
The ladies giggled. I cursed myself: “Damnit, I forgot to grab the camera!”
“Oh darn, we’ll just have to do this again…” my slave teased.
I love the way these ladies think.
Orchestration of the pleasure began. Hands exploring, caressing, grasping, pinching, twisting, and stroking; mouths exploring, kissing, licking, teasing, sucking, and opening, in need of the next opportunity to latch on to flesh, cock, or cunt; bodies moving, grinding, thrusting, bucking, riding, and impaling.
At one point the ladies decided to play a game of “Guess Who.” As I closed my eyes, mouths alternated over my cock – tongues trailed one at a time from the base of my balls to the throbbing tip of my member. I reveled in the sensations, but suppressed the urge to exclaim their names as each lady replaced the last. I know those mouths. I know those techniques. Each lady has been trained in very distinct and different ways to worship based on their own styles, personalities, and desires. Each throat has its distinct feel on my cock as the head passes the threshold from simple cock-sucking to true throatfucking.
At one point, I was thrusting into my submissive while two bodies lied next to us fingering and licking each other. My sub started screaming as I increased the depth of my thrusts, and I called out, “Someone muffle this slut.”
“Yes, Sir!“ came their eager reply. The other two took turns sitting on her face and riding her in unison with me. I will always enjoy the dichotomy of entwining my tongue with one of them while thusting into the cunt of another, and I will never forget the coating of juice apparent on my sub’s face as whoever was riding her at the time would climb off momentarily – just long enough to share a kiss and the taste of herself.
Each time I pulled out of my wife or slave, my sub’s mouth was right where it belongs: close by, open, and eager to taste the juices left on my cock. That right there, playing with the different sensations of mouth and cunt, of tongue and parted legs, of pleasure given and pleasure received, is pure, unadulterated, hedonistic delight.
As I finally released, filling my slave/wife with my Gift, I reached for my sub’s hair and pulled her close. I slowly withdrew from the dripping cunt in front of me and turned my cock towards the waiting mouth.
“Clean every drop, slut.”
While my good girl did a very thorough job on me, her work wasn’t yet complete. I yanked her hair and pulled her between the parted thighs now beside us, saying, “Don’t leave a drop of my Gift behind.”
It was my fucktoy’s first time tasting my Gift from another cunt, and the enthusiastic “Yes, Sir!” coupled with the smile on her face as she dove in spoke volumes.
As the four of us lied there relaxing in our blissful states, I noted, “I need to get you ladies home.”
My wife excitedly blurted out, “Waffles!”
“… … … … or I need to get you ladies waffles…”
At 2:00 a.m. leaving the club in our condition, you can’t really blame us!
– Sir
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/517yd4/four_bodies_or_three_ladies_and_a_lucky_bastard
I read this in the voice of Robert California from The Office