Dinner and Finger Cuffs [MF],[MFM]

Continuation of Work Release : https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bttmr/work_release_mf/?st=j2v9ytpr&sh=2e0cf820

Katie and I fucked a lot that week. We fucked at the office, we fucked in the back of her Kia Rondo, we fucked at my place over lunch. We fucked horizontally, we fucked vertically. We fucked each others brains out. And at the end of each session, she would text her husband that she had just gotten fucked. And then she would go home and make love to her husband and tell me about how gentle and considerate of a lover he was to her the next morning as I was bottoming out in her cunt. This was working for me. This was working for her. This was working for Bob.

Friday was a fuck free day. We had to get a rate filing into the state so we worked on our finishing touches. At 3:30, she was wrapping up and headed to the bathroom. By 3:45 I had submitted a 724 page document to the state for review and I figured we deserved a break. She had gotten back walking with the slightest of wobble and had her hands on her back. I liked this look on her as her breasts were subtly more prominent and her hips pronounced. Woman is what that stance proclaimed.

“Bob and I are getting dinner tonight at Azura Pesce at 7:30; want to join us?” She asked me as I waited for the return receipt.

“Sure… so we’re just going to talk baseball tonight….”

“Only if that is what you think about to not cum in me….”

“See you then sexy”

“We’ll be in back, find us lover.”

I finished up, walked the seven blocks to my loft condo, changed clothes and chilled for a while before heading to the restaurant.

Azura Pesce is just a good place to meet anyone. The food is always amazing and there are enough nooks and crannies where private conversations could be clearly heard by everyone in the conversation but the ambient noise masked it from anyone overhearing it. Katie and Bob were in a back corner on the patio overlooking the beach. She had a kelly green sheath dress with a long slit up her leg while Bob was an almost mirror of me. Deep saturated polo shirts and dark slacks — standard mid-career male professional no thinking about it clothing. Her hands were covered by his and their heads were almost touching as they were talking about something as I sat down.

Katie popped up, gave me a hug, and a peck on the cheek as she pulled me down to sit across from them. Bob is a good guy, I’ve watched enough football games with him to like him. We don’t know each other well, so I was not sure where this was going.

“JB — you’re the lucky bastard fucking my wife.. You cost me two tickets to Hamilton. Katie was so sure that she wanted high stakes. I would have thought you two wouldn’t have…”

He said this with a smile on his face and both his hands on my right forearm.

“It was me or the doorknob….”

We ordered, we ate, we drank and we laughed. Katie was almost always in that easy intimate physical contact with Bob. I don’t think either of them consciously realized how hands and feet and legs and fingers found each other. It was an assured, strong, deep intimacy that filled the space. Katie was reaching out to me as well as several times I had to put down my knife and fork as her foot ran up my leg and toes pressed near my crotch.

“So what’s going on and what are you guys wanting?” I had some experience negotiating group and multi-partner arrangements. If Katie was just some intern I would not have cared but she was a friend, a co-worker, colleague, intellectual challenger and now a lover instead of a mere fuck.

Bob started — “We had always fantasized about Katie fucking another dude but it was just that, fantasy, something to talk about in bed or check out online to get us started…. We’ve been trying so hard to get pregnant, I just can’t do anything that could hurt our baby.”

Katie had squeezed her husband’s hand tightly. She reached across the table and took my hand in hers as well.

“And that was driving me nuts… don’t get me wrong, I will always enjoy Bob going down on me for an hour and then spooning sex but I needed more… so I asked him if I could live out this fantasy with someone I trusted… and he was so fucking hard that night… so we agreed I could make a pass on you”

I chuckled.

“That was a pass to end all passes; so what do you both want going forward, and what are the ground rules?”

“We want you to fuck Katie as often as you two can find the time, and fuck her hard. If you’re okay with pictures and videos, I want to watch sometimes… I don’t know why, but I get so turned on watching you fuck honey”

“Your wife is incredibly sexy.. You should be turned on watching her getting turned on….I’m okay with this….

We talked for another hour and another beer setting the incredibly unsexy but critical limits, boundaries, expectations and check-ins that are needed for good sex in any situation but especially in such a transgressive and potentially volatile situation. I had these types of conversations before and as we talked both Bob and Katie relaxed. We know where we are, what we want, what we don’t want and where we want to explore.

As we were nearing the end, they both broke for the bathroom together. I played Angry Birds, waiting for them. Two levels later, I saw them making out in the hallway. Three more levels, they came over to the table, having paid the bill up front.

“Want to come back to our place for some munchies?”

“Sure… that’s what we’re calling it…”

As soon as we got back to their place, Bob poured me and him a whiskey and Katie a ginger ale. I did not notice my drink as Katie was wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips found mine and my hands found her body to pull tight against me. My tongue twirled with her tongue, my tongue pulled her lips slightly, my fingers kneaded her shoulder blades, my hips pressed against hers, my erection rubbed against her belly.

I glanced over at Bob. He was sipping his drink, sitting in a deep recliner. One hand was on his glass, and the other was fumbling with his phone. I made eye contact him as his wife was sucking on my neck behind my ear. He nodded and I focused on Katie.

As I was moaning in pleasure as she continued to tug and tease my ear, my hands were searching for her bra clasp. I had lost the skills that I had spent so much time acquiring in high school and college so she stopped for a moment, spun around, asked me to unclasp her dress and then she showed that she tricked me. She was wearing a front clasping bra. A moment later her breasts were out in the air, and her dress was on the floor. She was just wearing a pair of lacy black bikini bottoms.

I kept one hand on her waist, and struggled to get out of my clothes as well. I kicked my shoes to the side, squirmed out of my pants and then made an unholy and completely unsexy mess of trying to get out of my shirt. She broke the nibble, stepped away and laughed as I got myself untangled from my shirt. And then she helped me take my boxers off and her panties fell to the floor.

She backed into me again. I had one hand on her breast, fingers gently stroking around he puffy nipple, not touching her areolas but teasing, hinting, exploring, anticipating the pleasure that I was going to give to her. My other hand was reaching below her waist, sliding up and down her inner thigh as she was moaning into my ear. Her arms were over her head and wrapped around my neck, arching her breasts away from me and her amazing ass rubbing against my thighs. I was kissing her neck and sucking on her collar bone as she threw her head back into my chest. My fingers were parting her ginger pubes and rubbing against her outer lips.

I was hard. She was wet. I needed to be in her. Her husband was seven feet away with his whiskey finished, his phone filming us, and his pants around his ankles.

“Get on the ottoman so I can fuck you like the slut you are…”

She released my neck from her grasp and broke free of my arms. She pulled the large sectional ottoman away from the couch, crawled up on it with her feet hanging off the edge, her face aligned with her husband’s eyes and her ass in the air inviting me to enter her.

I guided myself into my new lover’s wet cunt. I needed to be in her, so as soon as my tip of my cock was gripped by her pussy, I grabbed both of her feet and brought her heels to her thighs and spread her legs some more so she was more vulnerable and more exposed. I had to bend my knees slightly to find the right angle for my pleasure. Her hips rocked into mine as I started to steadily pound her. I was not jackhammering her like an eighteen year old on prom night, but I was also not reaching for her clit. She could do that for herself if she needed to.

Every stroke into her ended with a slight pause at the end. As I paused, she would make eye contact with Bob. By now he was stroking himself hard. He had a cock that could have gotten him a job as a bull. Mine is a almost a two fister, his was probably a three fister.

I let go of Katies fee and she brought them back underneath her to stabilize herself a bit as I kept on just fucking her for my pleasure instead of her. She was moaning and yelping and telling her husband that this was what she needed, she needed to be fucked hard.

“Bob… let your slutty wife suck your dick, you know she wants you”

“Give me your cock, let me taste you honey” Katie was looking at her husband with desire, passion and lust as another man was pounding her pussy. She was starting to finger her clit as he paused and then got out of the chair, balancing the phone between an empty and full whiskey glass.

I had never seen Katie suck cock. She hadn’t want to suck mine as we were fucking each other like high school students who knew Mom was coming home in fifteen minutes. Fuck foreplay. This woman could suck a cock.

One hand played with Bob’s balls while the other supported her weight. I changed my pace a little and sank my left hand into her hip to help stabilize her. I also started to grind into with a touch of rotation instead of in and out to give her a chance to please her husband. She spit on his cock and then ran her tongue from the start of his shaft to the tip of his head and then swirled her tongue around his glans. And then she just swallowed him. She bobbed and paused and shook her head as she kept her eyes on her husband. His hands were on her shoulders.

We kept this up for a few more minutes. My fingers by now had moved off her hip and pressured right above her clit, pressuring the pubis bone and allowing my shaft to rub her the right way every time I moved at all. She was moaning and almost choking on her husband as she was picking up speed.

All of a sudden, I started to cum inside her pussy. I was surprised, I usually have some warning but this time, I had enough and came hard. She must have been able to feel me as she rolled her hips and Kegeled her vaginal walls to pull everything that she could out of me.

I paused and caught my breath. I was still hard, but this threesome was not about me no matter how good I felt. I pulled out, still hard and still incredibly turned on.

I growled at Bob.

“Fuck your wife, fuck her hard, fuck her good”

He stopped his wife from finishing his blowjob and pulled out. She flipped over and got on her back. Katie spread her legs wide, welcoming her husband even as her lover’s semen filled her pussy. He positioned her legs over his shoulders and plunged into her already wet, ready pussy. Her legs locked around his neck and pulled him closer. One hand was in her pussy, stroking her incredibly hard clit and the other supported herself. Her head was at the edge of the cushion.

He just started to pound her. I thought he was going to break his wife except that her hips met his on every thrust. She was being fucked. There was no other way to describe it as she was screaming her husband’s name in an incomprehensible monologue. I had backed away for a moment and reached for the camera and my whiskey. As they fucked I walked around them, zooming in on her face, zooming out to capture them both, enjoying how her tits bounced and seeing the energy.

Soon, too soon, she came. She started with a low moan of “No, no, no, not yet…. And then it transformed into an incomprehensible keening of pleasure. She came off her first orgasm and as she was starting her second, Bob came in her cunt, mixing his cum with mine in his wife.

“Two men came in you Katie, two fucking men fucked you Katie…” and she did not care what she heard as she was lost in a rolling series of orgasms.

A minute or two or three, I am not sure, later, she was a sweat covered mess and her rapidly shrinking husband pulled out of her. She needed recovery time, and she needed her husband and her lover to both stroke her hair and hold her tight. Bob picked her up like a little child and carried her to their bed. He spooned her, and I held her hand and stroked her face with my fingers.

“Good?”
“Good”
“Incredible”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6c1fju/dinner_and_finger_cuffs_mfmfm