Bob (Hubby/Cuckold/Puppy) · Charley (Bull) · The men

Magical sex without focus on orgasm

This date happened last November, so it’s a flashback.

I am wearing a tight dress with a turtleneck tonight. The dress is decent enough to wear at the office. When I complete the outfit with high heel boots it is a success to let the men’s jaws drop. Even at a family party Bob busted my uncle checking me out. The dress is doing my feminine curves right. I feel sexy and classy at the same time. Yes, it is possible without showing too much skin. Bob looks mighty fine himself tonight. I have a thing for shirts with a collar. Maybe because it reminds me of a dog collar? I wonder.

The three of us enjoy dinner. Charley can’t stop staring at me. I feel his eyes burning on me. He is the type of guy who wants to catch your gaze and when he does, my face instantly feels flushed.

The doorbell rings.

“Are you expecting someone?” I ask Bob.

“I don’t know, but I am going to check it out,” Bob says as he walks to the door.

“The food is good!” Adorable Charley says while he continues eating and acts like nothing happened.

For situations like unexpected visits, we discussed to tell  that Charley is an old friend of Bob.

Bob opens the door. It’s our workout buddy Mike. He was in the neighborhood and wanted to say hello. Mike is socially awkward and the biggest introvert I know. He just looks at Charley and sits in a corner to chill with Bob. As long as Mike doesn’t ask anything, we don’t tell anything. Charley doesn’t care about social etiquette and continues dinner with me. He even mingles flawlessly into the conversation with Bob and Mike. Bob can see Mike’s face, like he knows there is something fishy about the situation. Bob and I are never dressed up.

“We are going to a party tonight,” Bob says to Mike.

Seems like Mike believes it and continues the conversation. Bob is so tactical, not only did he explained our outfit with that one sentence, but he also hinted that we don’t have time to chill with Mike the whole evening. That’s my smart man.

I find the whole situation tense, yet exciting. I walk to the kitchen to put away my plate. Charley follows me, pulling me closer and kisses me fiercely. I am shocked and gesture him that he is a naughty boy. Charley thinks it is funny, but I don’t want Mike to discover our secret lifestyle.

“Don’t do that anymore!” I whisper to Charley, while I feel my panties getting wet.

Good. Mike leaves.

I need Charley now! The second the front door closes we are all over each other. Bob lays down on the floor like a good boy watching us. Kissing is such a big turn on for me, especially the kisses from Charley. We throw our clothes towards Bob and like animals we want to devour each other. Tongues swirling over our lips, face and neck. Charley’s hand reaching for his cock to put on a condom, my hand fingering my pussy. I sit on top of Charley. My God, the feeling of his hard penis entering me is absolutely magical. I don’t know what it is, but sex wise Charley is made for me. It is like his penis is a perfect fit for my pussy. He is not too small and not too big. He fits like a glove. Even all the tiny details like the veins on his cock are rubbing my inner walls of my vagina so delightfully. Charley stares into my eyes. His gaze makes me feel so vulnerable, adding more eroticism and intensity to this lustful play. My pussy can’t stop flowing. The sound of my soaking wet pussy, riding on his beautiful penis is making me insane.

I never had sex like this before. Sex without the focus on orgasm, just go with the flow. Every thrust, every kiss, every touch, it is not from this world. This is exactly the kind of sex I was looking for. Making love, two souls connecting with each other. Of course an orgasm would be great as a finisher, but it will happen when it happens.

We take a break, because after more than an hour of fucking, you will get thirsty! Charley and Bob are talking. Charley is telling one of his amazing life stories. I feel rude for dozing off in Charley’s arms. I can’t help falling asleep while I hear my two guys talking in the background. After Charley is finished with his story, he wakes me up for a second round.

“More sex? Yes please,” I say with a bit sleepy eyes.

Charley crawls on top of me and pushes my face towards Bob. He wants to fuck me like a slut, while the little husband on the floor is watching. Charley grabs one of my fake candles and points it towards my face. This way Bob can have a good look at all my expressions. Seeing my poor puppy on the floor, makes me talk nasty. Queen mode is activated. Bob and I are so connected mentally, while Charley is pounding my pussy hard. It feels damn good.

Charley fucks me so hard, the thought of fucking another man’s wife really does it for him. But my pussy is starting to hurt, my pussy lips are getting dry and folding inwards. This is a new discovery for me, a new limit. Charley stops, because he doesn’t want to hurt me. Can my pussy only do one round of good wet fucking? I wonder.

Bob is tired and goes to the bedroom. Charley and I didn’t even notice.

“I would love to cum over your belly, your breasts…” Charley whispers.

“That would be so sexy…” I say.

We doze of while fantasizing, falling deep asleep. I suddenly wake up around five in the morning. I don’t know what to do. Charley doesn’t wake up. I go to Bob to ask for advice. He tells me to let Charley sleep. I join Bob in bed, but can’t shake the feeling that Charley’s girlfriend might panic when he isn’t in her bed. I even share my confusion with Eric. I decide to go back to the living room. I try to wake him up one more time, but without success. I give up and cuddle up against him. It wakes Charley up. He is shocked about the time. He is terribly worried about his girlfriend and rushes home. He even forgets to kiss me goodbye, that is how worried he is.

I received a text later, that everything is fine. That gave me comfort.

Bob doesn’t mind Charley staying overnight, but Charley’s girlfriend does mind. I will respect that and try to wake up Charley with more force next time or set an alarm LOL.

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