The First Adventure Part Four

The next morning, Hubby shook me away when we heard the sound of Laurent’s alarm clock buzzing.

“Go in there,” Hubby ordered me, “and take care of him.”

I grumbled and snuggled into the covers – until Hubby’s bare foot flattened against my bum and he pushed me out of the bed – bonk – onto the floor.

Naked, wearing only the collar, he led me into the landing and we pushed open the door to the spare room.

Laurent was lying in bed, a little bleary eyes. He smiled as he saw us.

Hubby gave me a smack on my bottom.

“Go on, then…”

Still feeling sleepy rather than sexy, I crossed the room and slipped under the covers.

Laurent was totally naked. His arms encircled me and I pressed my chilly body against his delicious warmth.

He was skinny, but had a nice body. Well defined chest. Hairy, but not too hairy. And a big, hard erection.

I didn’t waste any time that morning. I was already wet. I just slung one leg over his hips and straddled him.

My hand found his dick. I fumbled with it, aiming his throbbing head at the damp lips of my pussy. Then I hit the right spot and sunk down, down, down onto his rigid flesh.

My cunt swallowed him up, until he was buried deep inside me.

Laurent groaned. His hips bucked, thrusting himself deeper into me.

“Sssh,” I pressed a finger against his lips. Then, with him lying still beneath me, I started grinding my hips in a circular motion. Round and round, grinding my clit against his bony hips.

Laurent’s breath was ragged. His big hands each grabbed one of my big boobs and squeezed – hard enough to make me gasp.

I rode him, bucking my hips, grinding against him, working my body expertly and feeling the surprising rush of an oncoming orgasm. It had taken seconds.

“Uuuuuh,” I came, shuddering.

Laurent was gasping now – and despite my instructions to lie still, his bony hips were thrusting into me. The bed springs squeaked. My spasming pussy stretched to accommodate his throbbing dick.

“Oui… Oui…” He squeezed my breasts hard enough to leave marks – and thrust upwards, deep inside me.

His hips were still. I felt the bulge and throb of his cock inside my pussy. Warmth and wetness.

He’d just come in me.

Exhausted, but satisfied, I flopped down in the bed, pressing my sweaty body against his. We were both gasping for breath.

Giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek, Laurent rolled me aside. His flaccid cock slid out of me, followed by a dribble of sperm.

Totally unashamed, he walked naked past my husband, who was standing similarly naked in the doorway, watching the performance. Hubby’s big, hard cock was in his hand and he was stroking it.

A moment later Laurent was in the shower, his singing muffled by the sound of the running water.


Hubby threw back the covers and dived on top of me.

It was weird, embracing in the spare bed. It was hot with the Frenchman’s warmth and smelt like him. It felt… wrong.

But I liked it.

What felt just as wrong was Hubby, rolling onto his side so his hips were in my face and his head was disappearing between my thighs.

Sixty nine?

I looked at his straining erection, bobbing in front of my face. Then I felt his wide, rasping tongue between my legs.

I groaned.

“No, no,” I moaned. “No, that’s not right…”

He was licking me – slurping on my freshly-fucked cunt.

His tongue swirled around my clit. I shuddered, flopping back onto the bed covers.

Despite the fact that my pussy was filled with another man’s cum, Hubby was feasting on it.

As he coaxed me towards another orgasm, I reluctantly surrendered and engulfed his own hardness with my mouth.

Niether of us took long.

Hubby’s well practiced tongue had my pussy shivering and shuddering and I came… Meanwhile, his aroused cock soon spurted into my mouth, encouraged by an enthusiastic finger up his rear.

Recovering, Hubby clambered rightways up and spooned behind me, hugging me with a loving intimacy I could hardly have expected, considering I’d just fucked another man in front of him.

Slightly incredulous, I rolled onto my back and peered up at his kindly grey eyes.

Post orgasm, the lusty beast had gone. Here was my Hubby, not my master.

I kissed me. “I love you, Little Kitty.”

“I love you too,” I told him, realizing that I could taste Laurent’s sperm on his lips.