Her Anchor (55 page)

After a moment of this bewilderment, I discovered that it was my husband, kissing me awake, in the gentlest, most romantic of ways. Almost immediately, a smile spread wide across my lips, and I allowed my eyelids to flutter back shut again, simply taking in the pleasure of this genuine treat, and not allowing my mind to process anything else in the world but his love.

His lips dripped all along me, feeling absolutely terrific as they slid from my shoulder up along my neck, my flesh being nibbled upon as though it was the most exquisite thing he'd ever tasted. My body was still a little bit groggy, but I began to come to life the more and more he ran these sweet pecks all along my flesh, my pelvis trembling and my legs beginning to work as I struggled to contain myself. His kisses, though, were just too sweet for me, and before I knew it, my eyes were springing open, and I was gasping sensually with delight at the pressing of his mouth against my warm, moist flesh.

I received him, leaning over to him on the bed and pulling his face up into me, the two of our faces melting together into a hot, fleshy alloy. His tongue rolled into my gullet, and I allowed mine to join his own, the two of them twisting and swirling around between our mouths, getting us both incredibly worked up, and my head getting lighter and lighter as the moments ticked on. I savored the feeling of him, pushing into me, burying me beneath his warm, hard weight, clambering onto my body with his own, and smothering me so fantastically that I could hardly stand it.

He wore almost nothing as he climbed across my body, holding and pulling me tighter and tighter by the minute, squeezing me so tightly I thought I might burst. The skimpy little boxers around his waist concealed next to nothing, and I could feel him hardening up against my thigh, his erection grinding up against my flesh and getting me so damn aroused it made me dizzy.

For my part, all I wore was a silky lavender nighty, tiny and easily displaced, with the fabric being dredged all over with the squirming of his flesh about my anatomy, so that direct contact between our burning naughty bits seemed like nothing less than an inevitability.

His hands were on my breasts, squeezing on my tits through the fabric, the straps of the nighty falling beautifully down along my arms. He then finished the job, pulling them the remainder of the way down, so that my breasts were now in full view out in the open, and ready to be devoured by this sexy beast.

He leaned in yet again, clamping his fingers into my flesh and squeezing me with the force of a vice, pinching on my nipples, and causing me to cry out with pleasure. He kissed me harder than ever, then, licking my cheeks and then sliding his mouth off of my own altogether. Down along my neck he nibbled yet again, unable, it seemed, to get enough of me, but certainly doing his damnedest to try. He let his mouth dissolve once again on my dainty shoulder, and then slowly, very slowly, he tumbled on down to my breasts as well.

I groaned with sheer, unadulterated passion as he suckled on me, nursing from my anatomy like a newborn, his teeth sinking into me and stretching out my sensitized nipple, and his tongue rolling warmly through my cleavage in a manner that positively drove me up the wall.

His hands were all over my body now, sliding along my sides, groping and caressing me and causing me to start with shock and sheer, splendid agony. The small of my back, now, pressing his fingers into me, and causing a jolt of sensation to go rippling through my body. And now, God help me, peeling his fingers up along my thighs, sliding them up beneath the nighty, and getting dangerously close to some extra sensitive territory.

And then, the next thing I knew, the silky sheen of the nighty was being pulled up off of me altogether, dredged along my anatomy and up over my head, wriggling away in the manner of a snake shedding its skin, my sweaty, heaving body being revealed to him in its morning vulnerability, and every nerve ending lit up and was ready to be overloaded by his love.

His fingers then slid beneath the lacy fabric of my panties, wriggling them down along my legs, and sliding them from my feet. I was almost nervous waiting for what was to happen next, and suddenly my eyes went wide as he put his fingers in me, swiping and sweeping around the wetness of my pussy, and causing me to cry out contentedly with passion.

And as he fingered me, rubbing my clit and stroking me up into a haze of vicious pleasure, his kisses began to recede down along my body, giving my tits a few last strokes, and then moving on along to my abdomen, my sides, every inch of my flesh available to him was subjected to his kisses. The next thing I knew he was disappearing from view, his head dipping beneath the blankets, and leaving me anticipating his next action with bated breath.

I gasped, my lungs almost pained as my body expanded reactively, my buttocks clenching, and my fingers curling into the bedspread. Shivering, I allowed my eyes to close gently, inhaling, and trying not to collapse with the pleasure of his movements. His tongue slowly traced around the wet, floral folds of my pussy, dripping into every dark nook, soaking up every inch of me, and eating me out with such an insane degree of expertise that I could scarcely believe it.

I watched through the haze of my pleasure as the lump of his head beneath the sheets proceeded to bob and to dip, to move rhythmically as he went down on me with sheer oral expertise, each slightness of movement absolutely devastating, and every second that rolled by far sweeter and more acute than the last.

“Oh, yeeeeeeah... Oh, Godddddd...”
I groaned, and I began to move, to gyrate somewhat as though to push his face deeper into me. The bed began to rock, and he began to eat me harder, deeper, making me wetter by the second. My legs closed around his head, my thighs wrapping around his bobbing skull and pulling him into me like there was no tomorrow, and I allowed myself to continue tumbling down along that glorious slope toward sheer ecstasy, orgasm overflowing, and causing me to light up like a damn firework with pleasure.

I came, hard as hell, screaming at the top of my lungs as chemicals began to shoot in torrents up into my brain. Having this glorious sexpot of a man go down on me first thing in the morning was, perhaps, the most glorious start to my day that I could have imagined, and as far as my birthday was concerned, I imagined it might just be enough to get the course of events started off on something resembling the right foot.

And that was far, far, far from the only present he gave me.

Almost immediately after kissing my pussy for me until I came, my sweet stud of a man scooped me up out of bed and whisked me away into the bathroom with him to shower off. The two of us stood for some time in the shower together, our naked bodies pressed into one another and his arms securely around me, pulling me into himself, his hard cock sliding between my buttocks as he leaned in and ran kisses along my neck from behind.

Unsurprisingly, the two of us ended up having sex in there, and it was quite the steamy, mind-boggling affair. There was something that bordered weirdly between gentle and rough in his movements as he bent me over, doing me hard but with a degree of consideration, grinding, pumping, setting me alight with sensation from head to toe.

Harder and harder and harder he plowed me, faster and faster and faster, driving me up once again toward the point that I thought I might burst. My breasts swinging as he drilled and pumped and thrusted and fucked, and my screams almost deafening as things ramped up toward their pinnacle.

God, I was going to be exhausted by this day before it even had the chance to begin...

With several last, long, hard strokes, he pushed deep into my body one final time, holding himself there, and beginning to cum all over me inside. He filled me up, his essence drenching me in abundance, and setting me once again over the edge. Orgasm shot through my body, my limbs quivering and my vision blurred, until at last I had to close my eyes and bite my lip just to be able to survive my way through the ordeal.

And at last, after so much torment that it seemed almost inhumane, he pulled himself out of me, lying down on the tub, and pulling my body down onto him like a blanket. It was like an instant little cat nap, then, as he nibbled on my flesh in the afterglow, running his fingers through my wet hair and blowing lightly into my ear, in a manner that caused me to giggle like a schoolgirl from the tenderness.

We kissed, and I probably could have gone another round in my present state of friskiness, but instead he did something that turned out to be far, far sweeter.

Pulling back out from underneath my weight, Charles stood me up in front of him, the stream of the shower beating thickly down onto my body. He began to wash me, to run a wet rag over the surface of my anatomy, stooping on his knees as he soaped up and cleared away every surface of my flesh, in a manner that almost made it seem as though he was worshiping my body like a sweet, splendid temple.

For some time he continued to wash me, to such an extent that I felt largely surprised that the water didn't go cold.

Then, at last, he rose back up to his full height, giving me a last kiss on the lips, and turning off the water. He pulled me out of the tub, and carefully, reverently drying me off. He rubbed oil all over my warm, moist skin, anointing me in a way that made me feel incredible, and when at last he was finished, he gave me a playful smack on the rump with the palm of his hand, causing me to bust out giggling.

“Alright,” he said, smiling his most charming smile, “Go and put on your prettiest outfit. I have a lot planned for you for your special day.”

And I'll be damned if he was kidding, about that either. Because from the moment we'd stepped out the door to the present, it seemed he was bound and determined to provide me the absolute happiest birthday I'd ever celebrated, taking me anywhere and everywhere I could possibly have hoped to go, and making me feel so loved and special that I could barely even believe it.

The two of us had spent the day together visiting boutiques, browsing through an absolutely beautiful art exhibit, taking a stroll through the park, and at last going out to have dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town. And, from the way things were looking just now, the promise of an even steamier sexual rendezvous on the horizon seemed like it was surely imminent...

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Dinner now over, the two of us found ourselves rolling around in the back of a taxi, his hands all over me, as we made our way through any number of the suppressed sexual urges we'd been harboring throughout the course of our dinner.

I actually felt just a little bit sorry for the poor bastard of a cab driver we had, because I could tell there was an immense temptation on his part to gawk back at us in the rear view mirror. But, these sorts of thoughts proved fleeting to say the least, given my sweet, splendid preoccupation at the moment with what was going on with myself and my husband.

His lips melted across my skin, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and my head beginning to go light as I inhaled his breath. I shuddered, then, as his hand crept in between my thighs, edging dangerously close to the middle where my loins were positively on fire for his touch.

I forced myself, in spite of my own wishes, to pull away from him, absolutely gasping by this point, and my eyes wide, looking just a little bit crazy at him.

“Good God,” I laughed, my lips spread into the most devilish of smiles. “You could at least wait until we're not in public, you know... And where the hell are we going, anyway?” Charles had handed the cab driver an address written on a slip of paper upon our stepping into the taxi, without saying a word or giving me the courtesy of overhearing our final destination of the evening.

“You'll just have to wait and see,” he said, and piled himself on top of me, smothering me pleasantly beneath his weight, taking in such a huge inhale of me that I thought he might damn near choke on me.

Before too much longer, the taxi pulled at last to a halt, and I slid up from beneath my husband to see that we'd arrived outside a hotel. I smiled at this, and gave Charles another hot, wet peck on the lips, thinking that a romantic end to our evening at a hotel would just about hit the spot.

He paid the cab driver, and the two of us walked in through the main entrance to the hotel. I was caught off guard, however, by the fact that Charles didn't check in at the front desk, didn't receive a key or anything. He simply walked on past as though it was nothing, leading me stunned by the hand, puzzling to figure out just what was going on.

“But... Our key,” I interjected feebly, perplexed, but by this point there was no stopping him on his path to the elevator, and I figured I may as well just go with whatever he had planned. Surely, he could have picked up our room key prior to arrival somehow, and it wasn't all that mysterious when you really got right down to it.

The ride up in the elevator seemed to take forever, and I waited with baited breath and a libido like a raging dragon as we edged nearer and nearer to what seemed the top floor. At last, the doors came sliding open, and he took me once again, smiling, by the hand. As many times as the two of us had had sex together, I still couldn't stop my heart rate from skyrocketing as we marched nearer and nearer to the room, the anticipation killing me, and the prospect of how brutally he would plow me on those hotel sheets once we were in there driving me absolutely wild.

But then, I felt my heart suddenly skip a beat, as the two of us arrived at the door to what was evidently supposed to be our room. But there was no card key used for it, at all, and I felt absolutely perplexed and set on edge when, for some strange reason, he extended a hand and knocked on the door.

And slowly, it slid open.

My jaw just about damn near hit the floor.

Standing there, shirtless, and smiling with the most gorgeous of grins out at the two of us, was none other than my old high school crush himself, Bobby Jones, his body broader, more muscular, and even more agonizing than ever in its slightly glazed state, as though he'd taken a shower before my arrival here, and oiled himself up in preparation for something very, very steamy.

“Hello again... It's been a while,” Bobby said, an eyebrow raised seductively at me as my husband closed the door behind us, putting a do not disturb sign on the handle, and locking us in. I turned to look at him, stunned and astonished, and he leaned in, whispering in my ear: “I thought maybe, after all this time, we could relive a little bit of the fun you never got to have before... Just the three of us...”

And holy hell...

I was absolutely astonished, stupefied beyond words, and yet turned on like you wouldn't even believe.

To this day, I have no earthly idea just how the two of them got me to go along with all of this so very easily, and with no manner of warning or preparation at all ahead of time. I mean, sure, I wanted it, badly, and on a purely physical level I had no reason to even want to resist its taking place.

But there was also the emotional side of things to consider. I mean, hell, how was I supposed to cast aside every ounce of monogamous intention and allow myself to be shared with another man, without so much as a word about it ahead of time? Under normal circumstances, this would have been the sort of thing that it would have taken an extensive degree of discussion for me to agree to indulge in, and even then I couldn't have guaranteed you I would necessarily be up for it.

But I found, in spite of this fact, that I was not resistant to this. Not to any of it. I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system or the high of my first enjoyable birthday, or if it was any number of combined factors. But something about my mood in that moment, some not totally calculable force creeping through my insides, somehow managed to combine with my sheer, physical lust at the prospect of being bedded by two such capable and powerful men, and I found myself utterly unable to resist giving into such sweet, sweet sin as this.

Before I knew it, the three of us were sitting down on the edge of the bed, our bodies heaving, and the mood so staggering that I thought I might come close to passing out. First things first, Charles peeled out of his shirt, the fabric dissolving up over his head so as to match himself with Bobby, and the fabric then dissolving onto the floor. And then suddenly, I felt Bobby's hand pressing up against my thigh, pulling it toward him, and I turned my trembling face over to peer into his hypnotic eyes.

“You know, you might not know this... But I had a little bit of a thing for you, too, during our high school days. And believe me when I say, I've been waiting a long, long time to do this...”

And as easily as that he leaned in, pulling my face toward him, and I allowed his lips to be received against my own. I could feel my cheeks lighting up crimson, throbbing almost, my head spinning, and lights flashing in front of my eyes as my nostrils flared around him. He was warm, wet, tight and juicy, pushing his tongue into me and tasting me, his own flavor exquisite, and like something I'd only ever fantasized about granted to me in reality.

At first, my lips were largely unresponsive against his own in my thoughtless stupor, but after such a degree of prodding and lapping from that skilled tongue of his, I began to push back, taking him in, and letting my own tongue spear into him, the two of them twirling and twisting all wet and hot together.

The light hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up, and the space between my legs began to grow hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, needing these two powerful sexpots inside myself, and unable to compromise my needs and desires for anything in the world.

Then, as if I weren't already about to go sinking through into sheer, sweet hell, I felt Charles' lips press down against my neck, slurping on the flesh and sinking his teeth into me, causing yet another wave of goosebumps to erupt all across my body. As he sucked on my throat like a vampire, he slid a hand up against my warm, beating heart, squeezing on my breast, and his fingers sinking so deep into me that I thought I might go absolutely numb with pleasure.

After so much of this sweet torment, I found myself unable to resist him any longer. I forced myself to pull away Bobby, my head spinning, and to push myself this time into Charles, taking in his familiar taste yet again, and my resistance falling further and further as the moments slipped by.

Back and forth, back and forth between the two men I swapped myself, turning from one set of lips to the other and back again at such a breakneck speed that it was almost dizzying. Bobby began to put his hands on me more directly, slipping his fingers up beneath the fabric of my blouse, and allowing his grip to come creeping up along me. I felt like melting, dissolving into a puddle beneath his sweet, perverse touch, lighting up my system, and getting me so worked up that I felt like crying out in pleasure.

And for as thorough were their abilities to get my goat, I think my two knights in shining armor began to get a little bit more caught up in the affair than they'd ever intended. Because at one point, feeling on the experimental side, I subtly dipped my face out from between the two of them, and my eyes went wide when their faces came together in front of me, their lips locking, and their hard, sculpted cheeks compressing as they sucked on one another's sharp, wet tongues.

It was a few seconds before either man could really take note of what they were doing, and when at last they did, they slowly pulled apart, astonished, a little bit embarrassed I could tell, and not really sure where they should go from here. Then, not seeming to know where exactly they should go from here, they turned to look at me, to see what I might have to say about the matter of their apparently closeted bisexuality- perhaps a shock even to themselves.

All I gave them in response was a smile, perverse and dirty, but encouraging to an extent that there could be no doubt as to my desire for the two of them to continue.

And accordingly, they did just that, leaning into one another, and this time, embracing to an extent that I could tell they really meant it. They scooted across me, and pulled their bodies into one another, their broad, naked chests smacking wetly together in a fashion that drove me mad with desire.

Muscles grinding together and their erections poking at one another through the fabric of their pants. Their arms wrapped around one another, hands sliding across each other's spines, my head not knowing which way to spin as they groped and caressed and grabbed.

I decided, as the two of them were occupied, that things seemed to be genuinely getting under way, and at this point it felt as though there was no turning back. With my lovers occupied, I took this as my opportunity to undress, sliding out of my blouse and skirt, wriggling all the way down to my bra and panties. Then, I watched the two of them for a while in one another's arms, sliding my fingers into my panties and sliding them through my pussy, working the flesh and kneading myself up perversely, moaning as I became wetter and wetter to the sight of the two men in my life getting so hot and heavy.

And then, hell, I thought, why should I be participating so passively, when there was a much more hands- (and lips-) on method of getting involved.

I squatted between the two men and unzipped their pants, sliding them down all the way out of their underwear, and pulling out their massive, erect cocks, allowing my grip to melt along them a few strokes, pushing the skin from their bases to their tips as they kissed up above.

Rhythmically, I began to masturbate them, pumping my grip along until jizz began to stream along their hot, throbbing shafts. And just to have a bit of extra fun, I began to beat their tips together as well, causing their sticky masculinities to cross and collide, driving home the point of their bisexuality, and loving the sight of it as I did so.

Then, when I'd had enough of this, I opened my jaws wide, and allowed my lips to melt down, further along the shaft of my husband's cock. Slowly, slowly, I engulfed him, allowing him to come creeping down along my throat, hot and wet, until at last I arrived at his base, and could feel his tip touching down inside me. Then I slowly reeled my way back up, building up an immense suction as I crept my way along to his engorged purple tip, and then snapping my lips, and bringing out a tremendous sigh from the man up above.

Grinning, then, I turned to his counterpart, and did the same to him as well. Only with him, I decided to put a little more tongue into the action, twisting around him and lapping up every inch of his immensity, saliva pooling around him and dripping all over, dribbling down pleasantly along my cheeks.

I began to grow animalistic in my efforts, any semblance of civility gone as I deep throated these two gorgeous sexpots, swallowing one erection, spitting it back out, and switching to the other, back, forth, back, forth, giving out the best oral sex I had ever had the pleasure of distributing in my life.

Finally, after so long of my superb, agonizing skills, the two of them began to take a more distinct notice of me, their attentions pulled from one another, and grins spread across their lips as I peered up at them with wide eyes and compressed cheeks.