A story ten years in the making

[2ndfunction]

Hope TS returns to continue soon...

[FoxyVardy]

Nice share and hope to read more updates.

[TheArtist]

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As my wife stood before the man, a mix of anticipation and temptation rushed to her mind. These emotions were also driven by the pleasure she was receiving from Ivan, who was still fucking her hard from behind. Her mind was a swirl of thoughts, emotions and pleasures she struggled to contain. The man standing before her was so close, his cock just right at her eye level, hard and pulsating.

She couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was so different, so enticing, the way it stood there, almost tempting her to taste it. While Gary's cock was longer and Ivan's wider in girth, the man's cock in front was a middle ground but with a large cock head. Her heart raced as she felt Ivan’s hands on her hips, his thrusts steady and powerful, yet her focus was drawn entirely to the man's cock in front of her.

My wife's mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, the temptation growing stronger with each passing second. She could see every detail—his smooth skin on his cock head, the way it twitched slightly in anticipation, the way the light caught the sheen of pre-cum oozing from its tip. It looked so hard, so juicy, almost begging to be sucked and pleasured. She wondered what it would feel like, how he would react to the warmth of her lips, and the softness of her tongue. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a wave of heat gathering in her belly as her desire intensified, and with Ivan's relentless pumping in her pussy.

My wife hesitated and shook her head. She knew this was a line she hadn’t crossed before, a step further into her little world where she could do anything without fear of judgment. She had submitted to Gary's tenderness and Ivan's authoritative demands, but these were natural progression after knowing them for some time. The thought of sucking a stranger's juicy cock was thrilling, intoxicating, and as Ivan’s pace quickened behind her, driving her closer to the edge, she felt her resolve crumbling.

She leaned in slowly, her lips parting as she moved closer to the man in front of her. Her breath brushed against his cock head, her heart pounding in her chest as the temptation became too much to resist. She was drawn to him, to the allure of giving in to her deepest desires, to the thrill of knowing she was about to experience something new, something so forbidden.

Ivan, seemingly sensing her thoughts, began to increase his pace and fucked her even more vigorously than before. My wife moaned louder, now in complete abandon about the fact that she was fully naked in front of strangers, her round tits bouncing in front of them while getting fucked hard from behind. She could feel Ivan's hand reaching around her hips and located her clit in front. His fingers began massaging her clit, combined with the relentless fucking of her pussy, a jolt of intense pleasure shot through my wife's body and she cried out uncontrollably.

Without a second thought, she gave in to her temptations and in a huge gulp, she plunged her head forward and took the man's cock deep into her mouth. As her lips finally closed around his cock, the warm taste filled her senses, sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her body. She couldn’t stop herself now, the temptation was too strong, too overwhelming. The feeling of his hard cock in her mouth, the weight and the warmth, was everything she had imagined and more.

Her thoughts became a blur of pleasure. Her mind was fully consumed by the strong fucking in her pussy and the desire to please the cock in her mouth. The temptation had won.

With his hard cock nestled between her lips, my wife let her tongue glide along his length, tasting the heat and salt of his meat as she moved slowly, savoring every inch. Her lips pressed tightly around him, creating a soft, wet seal. Slowly, she let her tongue slip out, teasing him lightly as she ran it lightly along the underside of his cock. The taste of him was subtle at first, salty and intimate, a taste she found herself craving more of. The warmth of him filled her instantly, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his cock against her tongue. He was so hard and thick.

She began to bob her head in a steady pace, letting him feel the pressure of her mouth on his cock. Each time she withdrew, she swirled her tongue around the tip, before descending again. Her hand came up to meet her mouth, stroking the base of his shaft with a firm grip. She could feel the pulse of his cock, the way his breath stuttered as she took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside, guiding him further into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, creating a tighter seal around him, drawing out groans from the man. Her lips stretched to accommodate his larger cock head, and her jaw had to open wider as she took him deeper into her mouth.

She then relaxed her throat, taking him in as deep as she could, letting the tip of his cock rub against the back of her throat. The sensation made her gag, but she didn’t pull back, instead she swallowed around his cock. Her throat tightened with his cock in it. The reaction was immediate; the man let out a deep moan, his hands tangling in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth.

Jane: Glugg... Glugg... Glug Glugg hmmm ahh... Ahhhh... Glluggg Glugg...

Wet, gagging sounds and moans from my wife filled the room. The other two men moved closer, and Ivan gave them a nod of encouragement.

What a scene it became. My wife getting pumped hard in her pussy from behind, while the other man fucked her mouth from the front. My wife was totally engrossed in the act, so much so she didn't react as the two other men moved in and started groping her breasts and buttocks. She knew she had crossed the line. She was sucking a stranger's cock while allowing other men to grope her private parts. Parts that should have been reserved for me, her husband, were now being fondled and caressed by men she didn't even know. Her mind was now full of pleasures and sensations from the men, and she couldn't care more...

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[SirLance]

Thank you for sharing.

[Micro345]

keep the story going bro

[FatPartner]

Very nice story, more updates please !

[gagag]

Nice share and hope to read more updates.

[TheArtist]

Update soon, thanks for liking my story and the support given. It is difficult.

[Kristina]

Thanks for sharing nice story.

[Anne]

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[TheArtist]

Fallen

My wife could feel the man in front of her nearing his climax. His breathing grew heavier, and his hips thrusting faster into her mouth. She knew the telltale signs—his grip on her head was tightening, the slight tremble in his thighs, and the low groans escaping his lips. It was a familiar rhythm, one she had come to recognize over time. Behind her, Ivan was relentless, driving his cock into her pussy with the same raw intensity, with each thrust pushing her body forward onto the man's cock in front. She could feel the tension building within him as well, his deep groans filling the room.

The room was thick with the sounds of my wife's muffled moans of pleasure, the slap of skin and the heavy breathing of the men. It was overwhelming, and yet, in that moment, she was completely immersed in the sensation of it all. She felt both men moving in sync, thrusting their hard cocks into her at the same time, sandwiching her in between. The other two men alternated between fondling and squeezing her breasts, and caressing her buttocks, occasionally slapping it. There was a sense of inevitability, there was no escape, and she surrendered to it completely.

The man in front of her quickened his pace, his cock swelling in her mouth as he groaned, and suddenly exploded midway deep down her mouth. She felt him shudder, his body tense as he came, filling her mouth with hot, salty cum. He then pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, driving his cum further down her throat. He left his cock in that deep throated position, pulsating while riding out the pleasure. His cum was salty and thick, not bitter at all, exactly how my wife preferred. In that position, she had no choice but to swallow his cum. As she did so, her throat tightened further on the man's cock. He must have felt immense pleasure from the tight, deep throat, as he groaned and came again, shooting out a second load of thick cum, this time directly down her throat, causing her to retch and tear a little.

At the same moment, behind her, Ivan let out a deep, guttural moan as he reached his own orgasm, his grip on her hips tightening as he came with his cock inside her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, both men reaching their orgasms simultaneously, their bodies trembling as they gave in to their pleasure.

With a final, shuddering breath, they both withdrew their cocks from her, their heavy breathing filling the room as the intensity of the moment slowly faded away. Jane felt her legs give way beneath her, and she sank onto the couch, her body exhausted and spent. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, her heart still racing from the exertion. The room was quiet now, the earlier frenzy replaced by a heavy silence as everyone caught their breath.

Jane closed her eyes, her body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She felt drained, both physically and mentally, but there was also a lingering satisfaction that she couldn't quite put into words. It had been intense—more intense than she had expected—but yet, she felt she could have taken in more...

After a few moments, she slowly sat up. She knew she needed to clean up. With a tired sigh, she stood and made her way to the bathroom. The session had taken longer than she had expected, and her body felt the weight of every minute. Her muscles ached, her skin was slick with sweat, and her mind was still reeling from the intensity of what happened.

As she washed herself, she couldn’t help but replay the session in her mind, the images still fresh and vivid. The feeling of Ivan inside her, the way the man had exploded in her mouth, the way her body had responded to every touch—it was all still so clear, so present. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the soft, yet firm, skin. Her nipples were still hard, reminding her of the pleasures she had when the other men fondled and squeezed them. She tried to push it out of her mind, to focus on the task at hand, but it lingered, like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch.

After a few minutes, Jane finished her shower and dried herself off. She glanced at the clock, realizing just how much time had passed. The session had gone on longer than she had anticipated, and she needed to get back to her relatives' place. With a deep breath, she changed back to her dress and jacket.

She quickly left the hotel room and made her way to the lift, eager to leave the hotel behind. She pressed the lift button, and as the doors began to close, she heard a sudden rush of footsteps. A hand shot out, stopping the door just before it could shut. She looked up, surprised, and there he was — Jason, the man she had given the intense blowjob earlier. An awkward moment hung in the air between them as he stepped into the lift, his presence instantly filling the small space.

For a brief second, neither of them spoke. The air felt thick with unspoken words and the memory of what had transpired. Jane looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Jason broke the silence first, a slight, nervous smile on his lips.

Jason: Hey, just now was so good.

Jane nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly, not quite sure what to say. She glanced at the panel of buttons, watching the floors tick by, feeling every second stretch out.

Jason: Can I see you again?

Caught off guard, Jane hesitated for a moment. Jason unlocked his phone and handed it over. Her fingers quickly typed in her number and handed the phone back to him. The lift finally arrived at the lobby, and the doors slid open.

In the days that followed, Jane found herself unable to focus. At work, she would sit at her desk, staring at the screen as her thoughts drifted back to that evening in the hotel. The spreadsheets, the emails, and the conference calls became background noise, overcame by the vivid memories that played over and over in her mind. She tried to shake it off, telling herself that it was just a one-time experience, something she could compartmentalize and forget. But the truth was, it wasn’t that simple.

The memory of being fucked by Ivan in front of those men was seared into her consciousness. She could still feel the intensity of his hands on her hips, the way he had taken control. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And then there was the stranger — the man she had deep throated, his cock was so hard and juicy, while the others stood around, watching, molesting her. Jane had never been in a situation like that, and the thought of it both thrilled and unsettled her.

She felt dirty. There was no denying it. The idea of what she had done — letting a roomful of strangers watch her in such an intimate moment, allowing their hands to roam her body, feeling their touch on her skin — it was something that should have filled her with shame. A part of her wanted to feel guilty, to regret the choices she had made that night. But she couldn’t. Not fully. Because the other part of her, the part she tried to suppress in her daily life, had loved every second of it.

At the time, it had felt so good. The thrill of being the center of attention, of knowing that these men desired her, wanted her, and were captivated by her every move — it had been intoxicating.

But now, sitting at her desk, Jane wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was it just the heat of the moment? A fleeting encounter that had spiraled out of control? Or was there something more to it, something deeper that she couldn’t quite put into words? She had always been adventurous, always enjoyed pushing boundaries, but this felt different. It wasn’t just about sex anymore. It was about the way it made her feel — alive, free, and in control, even when she was surrendering.

Jane ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh as she tried to refocus on the work at hand. But her mind kept pulling her back, replaying the details of that night. The way Ivan had fucked her from behind, the way her lips had wrapped around the stranger’s cock, the feeling of their hands on her body. She could still feel their touch, still hear the sounds of their breathing, and her own moans of pleasure.

She thought about the way she had responded, how her body had betrayed her hesitation. There had been a moment, right before she had taken the man into her mouth, when she had felt a surge of fear, of uncertainty. But as soon as she felt him in her mouth, all of that had disappeared. She had given herself over to the pleasure, to the moment, and it had felt so good. Too good. It was like a switch had flipped inside her, and once it was turned on, there was no going back.

That was the part that scared her the most — how much she had enjoyed it. The feeling of being so utterly exposed, so vulnerable.

What did this mean for her? For her marriage? For her life? She had always been able to separate the two worlds — the one where she was a wife, a professional, and a respectable woman, and the one where she was free to explore her darkest desires without fear of judgment. But now, those worlds were beginning to blur. The pleasure she had felt that night was undeniable, but so was the weight of the consequences that came with it.

As the days passed, Jane found herself longing for more. She couldn’t help it. The thrill of that evening had left her craving something she couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just about sex; it was about the feeling of being desired, being vulnerable, losing control and of pushing her boundaries further than she ever had before. She wanted to experience that rush again, to see how far she could go, how much she could handle.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a buzz from her phone. It was a message.

From Jason.

Jason: Babe. I want to see you again...