We hadn't been together that long but we were already deeply in love with each other. The sex was still in the stage where we only need look at each other and we were done for.
(Full disclosure, we are still like that and fancy the literal pants off each other but we also now don't rip each other's clothes off until after tea)
Back then, we hadn't yet had our first extra curricular sexual adventure.That we knew we were going to have four days in a hotel in Brighton made it something that was actually attainable. At the time, he was living 400 miles away and I was in a house share which included one of my children so wild orgies at home were not feasible.
Before we went there was the choosing and the vetting and good gods that is time consuming. I have always been really picky about who I wanted to fuck and just because it was unlikely we would ever see them again, did not mean I was about to lower my standards.
I had three guys lined up to come round that monday evening and only one turned up. But good lord what a specimen. Lean, muscled, curly hair, good looking, Irish accent and a cock that was even bigger than SH's. Which is some feat. I shall refer to him as Handsome Stranger (HS) I think.
I was on him like (insert your own saying here) and before long I had him naked. And I had that glorious cock in my mouth. He nearly slid down the wall as I went to town. I suppose the fact that I was dressed as a cheerleader, hair in bunches, long socks, the works didn't hurt with that.
Before long he was naked, on the bed, condom on and me sliding down onto the thickest and longest cock I had dealt with for a long time. I turned to see SH's face and he looked so proud of me that I knew that this had not been a mistake. I leant back and kissed him while I rode HS cock. That pretty much did it. That cock was so thick that no matter what angle I was at, it rubbed against my clit. It felt so taboo to be fucking a stranger in front of the love of my life, and he looked so turned on, and HS was smiling and loving the pleasure I was getting from his cock, and at that moment, he grinned, licked his thumb and rubbed it against my already swollen and aroused clit. I came loud and squirted all over him. We were soaked. I leant forward as if to climb off him and a voice behind me growled Not Yet. SH had slid his not unimpressive cock in my arse. I had never felt so full. Two cocks rubbing at my g- spot through the wall of my vagina while I was still being stretched in both holes got me cumming again and I was obviously doing something for the men too as they pulled out, sat me up and exploded all over my face. Both SH and HS were heavy cummers and I was COVERED in the stuff. I have never felt so dirty or so powerful in my life.
"Well that's my make up ruined." I joked.
"It's a good look" countered HS.
I didn't let them rest long. I was trying (in vain) to suck on both their cocks at once and though it wasn't working, mainly because I am not an animal that can dislocate her jaw, it was wonderful. I felt free and filthy. They took turns fucking me while I sucked the other one's cock and I lost count of the amount of times I orgasmed.
HS came on my cheek and SH told me to leave it on there. Pulled me up and bent me over in front of the mirror.
Years later, if I want to get him in the mood I ask "do you remember that time that you fucked me in the arse in front of a mirror while there was another man's jizz on my face?" The answer is usually a growl.
I left them having a chat and a drink, both naked, while I went and showered. I came out, refreshed and asked "again?"
HS: (giggling) christ, but she's demanding.
SH: mate, you have no idea.
It turned out that I had worn them both out and it was time for the Handsome Stranger to leave. I kissed him goodbye and he said if we were in Brighton again that we should look him up.
That we haven't says nothing about him and everything about the fact that we have our own place now...
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