The Couple’s Plaything

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Rachel kissed me deeply and a soft sigh escaped my lips. I had been so worried about meeting her and her husband Dylan, but we clicked right away and now she was kissing me. Dylan held back, but that was fine, as I was more interested in Rachel right now anyhow. She was exactly as I had pictured her: all curves and soft, yielding flesh. It had been too long since I had been with a woman, let alone with an older woman.

We finally pulled apart and Dylan took my hand. “Seems like you like my wife.”

I laughed at the understatement. “Very much so.”

“Shall we take this upstairs, then?”

“Upstairs” was their hotel room. Had this not worked out, I’m sure Rachel and Dylan would have used the room for their own fun, but now I got to share it with them.

My legs were shaking more than I would have liked to admit when I followed them to the elevators. The doors opened and we stepped in. My heart was pounding so hard, I was certain Rachel and Dylan would hear it.

As soon as the lift started to move, Dylan pulled me towards him. “I think I’d like to kiss you too,” he growled.

I didn’t wait, but reached up on my tiptoes and brushed his lips with mine. He pulled me closer: one hand on the back of my neck, the other on the small of my back. He parted my lips with his tongue and I only resisted a little. In fact, I was eager to taste him, but didn’t want him to know how eager exactly. Behind me Rachel made a sound but I was drowning in Dylan’s kiss, so I didn’t pay her any attention — until I felt her hand on my thigh, just below my dress. She stroked my thigh, slipping her hand underneath the garment towards my sodden panties. I spread my legs to give her better access and she pressed lightly against the fabric, making me moan with lust. This was what I was looking for: the uncomplicated gratification of my lust.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened far too quickly for my liking. Dylan took my hand and pulled me into the hallway. Rachel followed us. My cunt throbbed with need; Rachel’s fingers had only fuelled the flames of my desire.

Dylan unlocked the door and I followed him in. He undid his tie and took off his suit jacket. Rachel closed the door behind me.

“We’re planning to fuck you all night, every which way,” Dylan said casually as he unbuttoned his shirt. “We will take your likes and dislikes into consideration and we won’t go into your no-go zones.”

“Did you bring some toys?” Rachel asked, as she slipped out of her shoes.

I could only nod; my mouth was suddenly dry. We had negotiated this evening in detail, so nothing would come as a surprise, but the casual way they discussed the orgy we were planning to have was incredibly hot. As if they did this every weekend. Which I knew was not the case.

Rachel slipped out of her dress and let it fall on the ground. Her firm breasts were barely contained by the lacy bra she was wearing, and her panties were nothing more than a tiny strip of gauze. I could see her pussy was completely bare and I longed to bury my head between her legs while her husband pounded into me. I took a shaky breath to steady myself.

“Get undressed,” Dylan commanded.

I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Now was not the time to be timid. Rachel’s eyes roved over my body, her expression hungry. She took two steps and was in front of me. I could feel Dylan’s heat at my back. His hands fumbled with my bra clasp and then it was undone, my breasts springing free. Rachel bent her head and took one of my erect nipples into her mouth, sending sparks through my body. Dylan pressed himself against me, his cock hard against my back. He took my other breast in his hand and pinched my nipple. I struggled to remain upright; I could feel my desire seeping out of me, coating my thighs.

“Let’s get her onto the bed,” Rachel said.

I didn’t need any encouragement. Lying down would be so much better, I wasn’t sure how long my legs would be able to support me.

They lay down on either side of me. They each put a hand on one of my knees and spread me open wide. Rachel propped herself up on one elbow and slid her fingers through my slit. She held her fingers up for Dylan to see.

“Look how wet she is,” she purred. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Dylan imitated her gesture, his hands rough and his fingers significantly thicker. He groaned with appreciation. I longed to have him push his fingers inside me; my cunt was aching to be filled. But instead he drew them through my wetness towards my clit. His touch was surprisingly gentle, but it was enough to make me moan with delight. My body felt as if it was on fire; every touch fanned the flames of my desire.

Rachel handed him a condom and I shook with anticipation. He knelt between my legs and sheathed himself quickly. His cock was big — much bigger than any I had ever had — and for a moment I was worried I might not be able to accommodate him. He positioned the tip at my entrance and applied the lightest of pressure. Despite my misgivings, my cunt ached to have him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me properly — hard and without mercy.

Rachel turned her attention back to my breasts, her tongue sliding over my nipple before she took it between her teeth and bit it. Hot pleasure shot through me and I bucked my hips against Dylan’s cock in response.

“She’s very eager,” he remarked to his wife as if I wasn’t there. I loved it.

“Maybe I’ll play with her clit,” Rachel said, reaching between my legs and flicking my clit with her fingers.

I moaned loudly and bucked my hips again. “Please,” I whimpered.

Dylan looked down at me as if he was surprised to see me. “Please what?” he asked.

The dismissive way they treated me drove me wild. “Please fuck me,” I said.

A grin spread over his face. “Gladly.” He didn’t waste another moment and rammed his cock deep inside me. All his gentleness had disappeared and I cried out in shock. Not that I didn’t relish it; his cock stretched me almost painfully, but I loved to feel full like this. He pulled out, his cock dragging along the walls of my cunt, extracting the most exquisite pleasure from me. I tried to stay still, not wanting to make it difficult for Rachel to play with my clit, but it took all my willpower not to thrash underneath Dylan.

He pushed himself in again, with almost as much force as the first thrust. “How’s this?” he grunted. “Hard enough for you?”

I don’t know what possessed me to say it, but I gasped, “Harder.”

A look of surprise passed over his face and he glanced at Rachel.

“Do what the lady asks,” Rachel said. “Fuck her good.”

I was a sopping, needy mess. My hands were fisted around the sheets as if they could keep me grounded. Rachel alternately licked and bit my nipples while her deft fingers didn’t stop strumming my clit. Dylan took his wife’s advice and started thrusting in earnest. At first he was a bit hesitant, scanning my face to see whether I really liked it, but when I didn’t show any sign of shock he really got into it. He pounded me hard and deep; I felt as if I was going to be split right in two. It was the most delicious feeling. All my nerve endings were on fire and with Rachel taking care of my nipples and clit I could feel my orgasm building rapidly.

Normally I would try to hold back for fear of coming before the man; I am usually too sensitive after an orgasm to be touched. But tonight I was too hungry, too eager to reach that pinnacle of pleasure where all the light gathers. My cunt tightened around Dylan’s cock. He grunted and redoubled his efforts. Pleasure spread throughout my body, bearing me higher and higher until I crashed over the edge, my cunt convulsing hard and my juices gushing out of me.

As I expected, Dylan didn’t stop and neither did Rachel. Pleasure briefly turned into pain as my body tried to adjust, but then I could feel another climax build up again, impossibly higher than before. I gave up trying to lie still and thrashed and writhed on the bed, crying with the overwhelming sensation of a second orgasm hitting me. Dylan grunted and his movements became erratic. He groaned loudly and his cock stiffened before he shot his load inside the condom deep inside my body.

He withdrew and I whimpered at the sense of loss. But I didn’t have to mourn long: as he moved away, Rachel took place between my legs and fastened her mouth on my cunt. She gently licked my swollen and throbbing cunt, sucking my labia and clit between her soft lips. I hadn’t thought I could have endured another orgasm, but very gently Rachel licked me towards another one. I grabbed her head in my hands and held her in place as I rode it out, my cunt contracting painfully.

She gave me one last lick, then crawled up next to me and kissed me. I tasted my own come on her lips and couldn’t wait to feast on her and lick her to a mind blowing orgasm.

“She was fun,” Dylan observed as he took place on my other side, his arm resting on my tummy.

“A lot of fun,” Rachel agreed. “We’ll let you rest a little, sweetie,” she added to me, “and then you can take care of me while Dylan fucks me.”

Those words were music to my ears. It was going to be a great night.

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