Katie’s erotic adventures

She’s out of town again.

Katie’s my misbehaving wife, and right now she’s on one of her jaunts. I love it. The thought of her spending the night in the throes of passion with another man thrills me immensely. We both know how it will end up. I love to help her choose the outrageously provocative clothes she will wear, the scent she will carry. I lovingly pack the condoms in her suitcase as if they were delectable morsels of chocolate or little flowers. She’s going to fuck another man – maybe more. Just the thought gets me so hard. Frequently I cannot let her out the door without showing her how my I appreciate her splendid slutiness. But today she turns me away. She knows it makes me even more crazy, even more trembling in anticipation of what is to come.

Today’s a bit different. Not only Katie has wicked thoughts on her mind. She’s meeting up with her new friend Lizzy. Lizzy is meeting her out-of-town lover, Raoul, and she invited Katie to join. Two girls, one guy. The lucky bastard.

Lizzy enjoys being fucked by Raoul – all night long. Those brief and infrequent episodes are packed with all the passion and sensuality that is absent from her marriage. But she sort of owes a debt of gratitude to Katie who originally talked her into going for it. So tonight, three’s company.

How I wish I could be there. I don’t know what the physical limitations are to the production of semen but, oh boy, would I be going for an Olympic record.

The night is yet young, so you’ll have to make do with my imagination. They are in a bar. It’s fairly hilarious because Raoul has no idea. That gives Katie carte blanche to be as outrageous as only she knows how, and just watch his reaction, and his nervous looks over at Lizzy who struggles to keep a straight face, but somehow manages to keep him on the edge. As Katie gets closer and closer into his personal space and he gets more than an eyeful of her braless tits under her soft blouse, we can see he’s squirming. She brushes as if by accident his powerful erection through his trousers. Lizzy excuses herself for a moment. “Fuck me,” she whispers into his ear – loud enough though to turn some heads on the adjacent tables. She grasps his erection under the table. “Come on, Katie!” Raoul exclaims. “You know I’m with Lizzy tonight.”

Raoul and Katie are old friends. That’s why Katie didn’t hesitate to recommend him to Lizzy. She just loved his big cock, his manly power as he fucked her, tender and raw, gently and oh-so-hard until she came and came again.

But these were details she had spared Lizzy. They were secrets that had little chance of surviving the weekend.

Lizzy reappears from the bathroom. “Shall we go?” she asks. Raoul starts up. Soon outside they are writhing in each other’s embrace. Katie feels a bit left out, despite herself. It’s not as if no one had noticed her inside – she had had admiring and lustful glances from all the men in there – and a couple of girls too. But she longed to feel Raoul’s cock once again deep inside her – and Lizzy had such a lovely sweet cunt. She’d checked it out in the shower and she was sure the combination would be – just divine.

“Come on Raoul, my hotel is just around the corner.”

“What about Katie?” whispers Raoul, more than a little flustered.

“I’m really tired,” Katie lied. “I’ll sleep in the bed in the next room, you guys just go ahead.”

They’d booked two communicating rooms in full knowledge of what the night would have in store.

Barely in the hotel room, Lizzy and Raoul grasp at each other’s clothes. Katie pretends quietly to go off to the next room. There she strips off too and starts stroking her freshly shaved cunt, lovingly but with more and more insistence. The whole hotel must be able to hear what Lizzy and Raoul are up to, she thinks. No longer can she contain herself. She strides in all her naked glory into the room and observes immediately the tangled bodies on the bed, her nose overwhelmed with the msuky scents of love. She stands there, statuesque, majestic, but a little overwhelmed by passion. Her cunt is dripping by now.  She watches Lizzy go down on Raoul’s impressive manhood, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Gently she plants her tongue between Lizzy’s legs and feels a shudder in both their bodies – Lizzy’s and her own. This will be a night to remember.

That’s enough to get me going. Will truth be wilder than fiction? I’ll let you know!