Butt love

She hears the sound of the front door clicking shut as her husband leaves for the day. She had still been dreamily asleep as he got ready. He was considerate—so like him and performed his ablutions quietly so as not to wake her.

He planted a gentle, warm, passionate kiss in the crook of her neck, tenderly stroked her cheek and then lightly pulled her hair before leaving.

"Fuck you again later, slut wife," his parting shot.

Their love is deep, and intense and fills her with the security of knowing she is cherished.

Now she's alone again, she stirs and realises she's aching deliciously all over with exhaustion from the antics of last night's exertions and filthy wet sex. But despite this, her body is alive; tingling all over with the unbelievable exhilarating feelings, her whole being marked indelibly with the memories of the dirty filthy fucking.

Yes! Oh my God YES! She thinks of being fucked by those two gorgeous men, two men she adores, and how they brought her to such places of raw indescribable ecstasy; she struggles now to comprehend it really happened. Was it a dream?

She rolls over onto her back in their expansive double bed, sighing with a deep sense of satisfaction. The dark, rippled, satiny sheets feel soft, but cold against her skin where she stretches her legs out, luxuriating, taking up as much room as she pleases, now this space is hers for the day.

She gasps out loud, smiles to herself, imagining…

She's overcome with thoughts of the delicious big dicks that impaled her; invaded her, pounded her until the small hours.

They have a successful open marriage. However, despite having had lots of amazing group sex experiences and threesomes with women, they had never had a fully intimate threesome sex with another man joining them in their boudoir.

A really hot man, yes, they chose well she thinks, as she closes her eyes, picturing his handsome face and begins rhythmically stroking herself over her clitoris with her right hand.

She arches her back and notices every muscle becoming taut and then releasing again as she sinks into these delectable sensations.

Her mounting pleasure and heat build as her fingers rub, strum, dare to probe her wetness.

She stops, presses her hand over her opening pussy lips, alternating the pressure, soft to hard, then lighter again, she can feel the engorgement of her slutty moist excitement, swelling right there under her hands.

She could make herself come in seconds—its promise is just moments away, but she wants to prolong this tease, draw out her wanting, explore herself slowly.

Jumping up out of bed, she runs to their shower, thrusting her body under the steaming hot jets. She is still shuddering with the thought of coming but knows if she prolongs it, it will intensify.

Closing her eyes, she thinks again of last night…

Chris had arrived eagerly, on time and she rushed to greet him at the door wearing a low-cut elegant little black dress, her favourite pulling outfit. She knows it shows off her toned model's figure.

She had put on provocatively slutty fishnet hold-ups—the deep lace tops flashing at the bottom of her dress, elegant lingerie, waspie corset and exceptionally high spike-heeled platforms.

His eyes drank her in greedily, checking out her plunging décolletage. He scooped her up in his muscly arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue probed her mouth tantalisingly.

Her husband joined them in the hallway and spanked her bottom playfully but hard enough to make her cry out in a squeal.

"Is my wife being a filthy slut already?" he asked.

"Yes, she needs to be punished more I think," Chris replied huskily, making her quake with excitement. He was clearly ready for some filth.

As she soaps herself in the shower, the foam trickles down onto her thighs and she is instantly taken back to the moment when things started to really heat up…

Over drinks, they chatted easily but with building sexual tension cutting the atmosphere. Her husband DJ'd on the decks and the two men were talking, sharing their love of dance music.

She'd felt momentarily ignored and began dancing suggestively around, gyrating her hips in time to the pulsating rhythm, purposefully brushing up against them.

They'd responded fervently, grabbing her, pinning her between them.

"You greedy attention-seeking little whore!" her husband said teasingly.

This. Felt. Incredible!

Two, tall, hot men, both devoting their attentions all to her. How wonderfully wicked. She giggled, nerves slightly overwhelmed her as they kissed her in turn, then together; both of their tongues filling her mouth, her lips wrenched wide open.

"Oh my God, yes."

In the shower all she can think about is the moment when the two men impaled her, completely filling her up with their dicks. She wants to feel her dirty little whore ass being full again…

After towelling herself down, she slowly buttons on the black waspie corset from the night before. It makes her feel glamorous and at the same time naughty, and lascivious. She walks over to the sofa where she's laid out some toys purposefully. She wants this solo session to feel special, she wants to treat herself like the goddess she is.

Chris dropped to his knees, first kissing her thighs while running his hands up and deftly removing her tiny black lace panties in one swift sharp tug. She could feel the moist wet gush of excitement that had been building there in her slit, start to ooze as he simultaneously planted his face into her.

"Oh my Fucking God, this is lush."

He began to lick and trail his tongue between her folds pressing his whole mouth over her clit.

"Ahhhhhh that's amazing!" she wanted to say but the words were stifled by her husband still deep-throating her with his tongue. He moved his hands down clawing at the fabric of her dress to find her breasts.

"Owwww," she squealed as he squeezed her hardened nipples tighter and tighter, looking into her eyes while he held her arms behind her back.

Her fingers trail over the curved metal toy she's chosen, she knows it will soon be inside her. Slowly, sensually she ties on the collar which her husband recently gifted her to celebrate a naughty anniversary.

She is ready for self-love, to delight herself and her body.

Now she chooses the sofa where she got double-dicked to make herself come again, alone, reliving the fucking hot filth of last night…

She was moving in time to the music thrusting her now soaking pussy, her sweet juices flooding Chris' face. He lapped her cunt so expertly and slipped a finger inside, or was it two, she couldn't tell.

He built pace and before she knew it, she was losing control.

"Oh god…."

Her legs buckled, he grabbed her thighs and held her firmly.

Her husband tightened his grasp on her. He placed his hand around her throat in a constrictive encircling grip, she was shocked at first, thought to struggle but then this made her submit even more.

She went limp with devastating desire as she climbed and reached out to that beautiful place of relief.

She came and came! Oh my fucking God, she came so hard, explosive stars shooting through her head, her chest and her core. Her pussy flooded, and she squirted her love liquid. It cascaded in slippery rivers down his chin, her thighs, onto the floor as Chris had continued to thrust his fingers, tongue and face into her.

She was speechless as they both held her and kissed her until she recovered.

This was an incredible start to the evening.

She squeezes a generous splurt of silky lube and allows it to dribble down her fingers, this lingering preparation adding a feeling of decadence to her enjoyment.

A tune is playing in her head, the same one from last night.

She starts to sway her hips, now her body is moving rhythmically to this internal beat.

Her fingers move down to find her pubic mound and brush against the moist folds of her vulva, which are throbbing with want thinking of Chris.

Chris! What a find! She'd been working at a fetish photography shoot. She had to model several incredible latex outfits and Chris had been there helping with lighting. He'd offered to help her dress.

This had not been presumptuous on his part; the moment she'd arrived on set they couldn't take their eyes off each other.

He is incredibly tall, dark, rocks a well-manicured beard, his piercing eyes bored into her making her squirm with desire.

He had bent over backwards to assist her—getting coffee and gallantly helping her up and down the stairs in towering heels.

After rubbing slippery silicon lubricant sensually onto her skin, he'd eased her glistening limbs into the tight restrictive latex outfits; it had felt as if no one else was in the room.

But most of all, he had complimented her, made her feel at ease and find poses that were the most seductive and flattering for the camera. His eyes were on stalks at the stunning forms she made in that incredible jaw-dropping get-up.

After the shoot, he sent her a picture, and she gasped—his leather trousers clearly swelling with the outline of his exceptionally substantial erection.

They had become lovers shortly after that.

Still thinking of him, her hand moves to her breasts, cupping their full warmth and her fingertips start to encircle her nipples and gently squeeze. "Ouch, fuck!" she breathes, realising how tender they are, thinking with another surge of burning hot pleasure of them being pinched.

She is so turned on and suddenly wonders, Oh fucking hell, what would it be like to have more men, I mean two were sublime, but what about a gang-bang?

All those cocks filling her up, using her, opening her wide, being completely and utterly stuffed full in every possible way with big, fat, rock-hard dicks.

Oh my God, I think I would die of pleasure!

These thoughts are driving her wild.

After the explosive orgasm she'd experienced, she thought that she might have a moment to recover, but no, the boys had other ideas.

Chris had picked her up masterfully, carried her over to the sofa, laid her on her back, and squatted down next to her face. He looked in her eyes and demanded that she undo his flies.

She rubbed her hands over his growing bulging erection and slowly, teasingly unleashed his abundant girthy cock.

It stood to attention and she took it in her hands, gently moving dick flesh up and down, slowly at first, caressing, then squeezing with varying pressures, her fingers occasionally brushing over the glans and tip.

A pearl of fluid appeared at his opening and she strained her tongue to lick it off with the tiniest of flicks.

"Oh, you filthy little tease," he murmured.

Her husband strode over pulled down his trousers and pressed his burgeoning cock towards her opening wet mouth, her eyes widened with pleasure.

"You are in so much trouble, we are going to use and abuse you!"

She began sucking; first one then the other and then taking both dicks in her mouth, gagging, dribbling, almost choking but this was exquisite, just so fucking hot.

They tasted and felt incredible.

Her own desire was mounting rapidly. She could see and feel desperate need in both men, their eyes closing, their hips juddering, their cocks pulsating under her dexterous ministrations.

Her skin tingles as her fingers continue their play, touching and teasing and she bites her bottom lip in palpable anticipation.

She focuses on the mounting pleasure burning in her groins and can't get a particular thought out of her head.

She is remembering that feeling.

That insane, intense, overpowering, deep, internal sensation—Chris' dick and her husband's, rubbing together against the thin wall of skin between her cunt and ass.

This thought is so utterly rude and taboo.

"Touch yourself." Her husband demanded as the two men took turns sinking their dicks deep into her throat.

Her lips and cheeks were straining, full of man meat. She was so excited, just so fucking turned on by the smuttiness of the scene.

"We need you good and wet for what we want to do to you."

Her hands obediently moved down, arriving at her clit. She juddered, spasmed involuntarily, her pussy still so swollen and on the edge after her very recent orgasm.

She circled, patted and moved her fingers over her folds, and they slipped inside her slick, slippery wetness. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she was on top of her husband. She was in such a delirious zone of pleasure, she hardly noticed him deftly lift her off her back and flip her over.

"Oh my." She was lying over him, him on his back.

He kissed her deeply and his hard dick pressed against her opening cunt. She wanted him so badly.

She ground her wet pussy down onto him, but he pulled her away, holding onto her hips, controlling her, cruelly preventing her from getting cock.

"Fuck me please! I need you inside me now!"

"Wait." Was all he said.

Chris was now behind her, holding her arms, his lips pressed into the small of her back, wetly and firmly, then his face was rubbing her ass, his beard tickling her skin like an electric shock.

His tongue worked its way down, found her taught little taint and licked around it. He inserted it, small gentle probing flutters, followed by full tongue-thrusting.

Her dress was getting in the way, she shrugged it off, revealing her waspie and underwear.

"Jesus baby, you look so hot, doesn't she, Chris?" said her husband.

Gasping now with all these thoughts, of being utterly worshipped, her want rises inside. That fluttering indescribably powerful feeling—her wetness surges in her pussy, her other hand grabs her nipple.

She can't wait now. She pulls her leg open, tightening her hand around her thigh, the feeling of being restricted is so hot.

Fuck she loves being held down.

She makes circular motions around her clit, and she constricts herself with her arm, her pace quickening to match her need.

She pinches her clit, escalating to a frenzy, but she will need more than her fingers to satisfy her.

Grabbing her metal toy, she admires its curve; erotically, and ergonomically designed to fit her intimate places.

Not so intimate now it's been invaded, plundered, spoiled by dicks, she thinks as she lubes some more and starts to rub the cold metal over her clit.

It slides down and so easily slips into her beautiful, wet, pink ruffles.

Her hips thrust up to meet it. Oh fuck yes!

She grabs her breast, utterly absorbed.

Her body hadn't known what to do.

She was on fire. She didn't think she could hold on much longer; her husband's dick was on her clit, twitching against the tight knot of desire, her wetness was so ready to engulf him, take him deep inside her.

"Oh my God, pleeeeease fuck me."

She's edging herself, continuing the delectable tease of rubbing the cold hard, almost alien, metal dildo on and in her pussy.

She stops again, brings it up to her open mouth, sucks her own juices off, now thinking where she really wants it.

She moves it down to her ass and slowly pushes it in.

Fuuuuck that feels so good.

She teases herself, prolongs the penetration by removing it, gazing at it, savouring again.

It reminds her of the beautiful curve of a dick, sliding into her—hitting her sweet spots.

More lube. It trickles wetly down her fingers.

Her husband's cock finally sunk into her in one solid thrust. He held her fast, jolting her hips up and down with his firm hands. He fucked her hard like this for several minutes. Waves and waves of pleasure grew from deep inside.

Chris started pressing his fingers then his tongue again, into her ass, the tempo increased matching her husband's pounding thrusts. The pummelling against the top wall of her vagina felt ridiculously good.

"Yes baby, more… ahhh more, harder please!" She screamed, becoming completely undone. Chris jumped up and disrobed fully.

"Now you're going to be properly filled," he said.

Oh Jesus, is he going to…

He touched her wet opening, and she clenched around her husband's cock. Chris began using her juices to lubricate her ass some more.

The sound of a rubber wrapper tearing sent shivers to her nape and she glanced over her shoulder to see him roll on the condom. She nodded.

He pressed his dick into her buttock cleft, she felt the filthy give as her hole opened to receive him, she relaxed, breathed out and took him right into her ass.

"Oh my fucking god!"

He sunk into her.

"Fuuuuuck!" Her husband paused allowing her to re-position, to fully take them both They started moving again, building pace.

Her body was on fire.

She touched her clit, her whole body was quivering with the uncontained furious passion of having these two rock-hard-dicks slamming in and out of her dirty wanton depths.

Within minutes a crushing climax surged through her. She was mentally and emotionally overwhelmed by the utter base filth of what was being done to her.

Simultaneous visceral physical sensations engulfed her whole body and flooded her mind.

She fell into calmness then, sank into these unutterable feelings, she then couldn't sense where her body started and ended.

She gave in.

She let go. It was utterly divine.

She almost forgot to breath as they continued thrusting her into this sublime heaven.

She holds the dildo firmly, excitement mounting, she rubs her clit, biting her lip. She's thinking of that moment when she was really full, completely bursting with cock.

She flicks over to all fours, fucking herself in the ass now, building pace, her pussy is dripping wet, gaping wide with want.

Her fingers encircle her bud, her motions quicken now, her hips buck, she almost loses balance she shudders and finally judders with her orgasm.

Last night's pleasures had continued for hours, stopping only for occasional rests, position changes and more drinks to quench their thirst. She had reached places of extreme joy, absolute carnal desire and just wonderful relaxed filthy fun.

She knows she will go back to this in her mind repeatedly to re-live each delicious moment when her body was treated to such bliss.

Until she can do it again.

After she climaxes, she flops down onto her back. She gingerly touches herself, moving into her sensitivity again and rubbing into the pleasure. It's almost unbearable, she's still at the height of a peachy pinnacle of pleasure and her fingers are finding such a sweet spot as she strokes and gently pats.

She licks her fingers, wets her nipple and rubs it making gloopy trails of saliva as she drifts into her erotic mind again.