Married Threesome
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Margot unbuttoned her husband’s shirt slowly, using her fingers to push through one button at a time, and swaying her hips slowly to the electronic trance music playing in the expansive bedroom.
No rush.
Every button could take hours to undo as far as she was concerned because she danced how she wanted. Ever so slowly with hips circling, back arching, and ass offered from one angle and, as she buttoned beneath the cleavage, her tits offered in another.
She didn’t dance for her husband, Rick, and she didn’t dance for her lover Philip, who sat on cushioned stools, but she danced for her pleasure and to enjoy how she held attention. Attention meant desire and she could tell from Rick’s breathing and Philip’s hands running along his thighs that they were glued to every movement.
Once the shirt was unbuttoned and her bra revealed she moved close to Rick and Philip, running fingers through their hair and slapping a hand if one tried to touch her panty-clad ass.
“Who wants to go first?” Asking the question was so much fun and flowed naturally from her dance. For good measure and more erotic drama, she slowly undid her bra and tossed it aside.
Neither man answered so Margot decided. “It’s whoever’s hand feels best running between my legs. Try it.” She touched both their shoulders. Rick moved his hand first, sliding slowly and powerfully along Margot’s pussy. The touch was electric and the pulsing sent orgasmic warnings from deep within her core and into her mind.
Rick was next and seemed timid. As though giving Margot a hall pass and letting her hook up with Philip was a shock. Like he didn’t realize how desirable she was, and how her dance was as dominating as a bull whip slashing along his bare back. He had been stunned into submission, not knowing how the evening would unfold.
He touched with his fingers and pressed deep and hard.
Margot groaned and gave a soft whimper of pleasure. “You both feel so fucking good.” She ran her hands around Rick’s face and kissed his cheek. “I‘m afraid Philip goes first, my dear, but I’ll give you the pleasure of slowly removing my panties.
Rick’s eyes showed confusion and his breathing was as deep as though he was in a heavy make-out session. He proceeded, running his hands over the fabric, and pulling slowly as the music played and Margot wiggled her butt, hips, and breast. “Fucking hot.” He swallowed, kissed the hair styled around her pussy, and looked as though he had more to say.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” She touched the inside of his thighs and brushed over his cock, captured inside his jeans before changing her attention. “Now, darling, on your back on the bed.” She moved a hand over Philip’s chest and helped him remove his pants and underwear before stopping him, kissing his cock and kissing up his chest, flicking tongue against his nipples and twisting them with her finger while blowing softly in his ear.
His chest was as solid as his arms and his cock was erect and ready. “To the bed, on your back.”
Margot’s pussy was well lubricated and, as Rick was about to find out, so was her ass.
Philip laid down on his back with his cock at attention against his wonderfully bronze abs. Margot ran a finger into her pussy, swirled around, and climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs over his cock, and taking him in, leaning forward with her tits dangling to his mouth and moaning with urges for him to taste and suck as he thrust into her pussy.
“Now, Rick, baby, in my ass.”
He seemed unsure at first. Margot had wanted to experiment with anal, but Rick had hesitated and she had wanted to introduce both men because she loved Rick deeply and was growing more affectionate with Philip.
Having both men penetrate her at the same time seemed like the perfect solution.
“Now, Rick.” Her tone was that of a domme and her groans from Philips cock were that of a nymph who couldn’t get enough. Every thrust made her want more.
Rick obeyed, stripped, and climbed onto the king size bed, kneeling behind her. He first fingered her ass, kissed her bottom, and slid his cock to the anus, pressing the head and getting turned on since the more he pressed, the deeper Margot groaned, and the harder Philip fucked in an amazing chain reaction.
Rick pressed slowly and his cock moved into the anal opening. He gripped her buttocks, slapped them from instinct, and cried out, “Fuck. Oh, yeah.” He moved back and forth while Philip pumped and Margot wiggled as she could with tits swaying and hair waving.
The pulsing hit. Hard. Flashing. Margot’s mind turned bright and her pussy clenched Philip’s cock and her mind seemed transported into a universe where she had never journeyed. A lightness came over her with Philip groaning and gritting his teeth, stopped long enough to nibble on her tits, and Rick pumping into her ass while slapping and huffing.
The fucking was more intense than what she had imagined, but it wasn’t just from the men shoving cocks into her. It was from their acceptance of her desires and a willingness to follow through with what pleased her.
Philip closed his eyes and forced his hips skyward as though he was pumping iron and Rick, with his sturdy arms and strong hands, grasped Margot and pushed his cock into her ass.
She was completely filled, except for her mouth, until she dipped low, opened, and caught kisses from Philip who locked his lips with hers and slid his tongue from one side of her mouth to the other as Rick grimaced, huffed, and fucked from behind.
So passionate. So slutty. So good.
The phrase ran through her mind like a mantra until the orgasm demanded release and poured from her clitoris, sparking like a fire in every fiber of her being, and searing her tits and traveling deep into her mind.
Passionate. Slutty. So fucking good.
“Yeah, yes. Fuck, yes,” she cried with her hair flailing and head shaking side to side and Rick spanking and Philip nipping at her tits until their orgasms hit and broke through, feeling deep and taken completely over by Margot’s prolonged dance.
Uninhibited. Intimate. Shared.
A shared experience with the man she loved and the man she was loving more.
A gift to be treasured.
Rick went soft, sliding out and Philip finished next with sweat glistening over his chest and forehead. She lay on the mattress sandwiched between the two, closing her eyes and feeling too weak to move, as though she had been engaged in an incredible athletic contest or a drama that had been improvised and now was the time to savor what had just taken place.
And, yes, thought Margot, she would dance with them again.
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