Triple Play

(This is my thirty-third story about the sexual journey of one woman)

I slide the large glass doors open and walk out onto the terrace of the villa. The late afternoon breeze is balmy, the sun still shining warm in a bright blue sky. Puffy white clouds scud slowly overhead, and the leaves in the trees shimmer. Gentle waves lap onto the sand in the distance. The air smells of sea salt. There is another fragment as well, the cent of a flower I can’t identify. I breathe deeply, revealing in this perfect moment.

Most beachgoers have left, but there are still people on blankets and under umbrellas enjoying what’s left of the daylight. I squint and eye those that remain, searching. It takes a moment, but then someone stands and turn towards me. I raise my hand in a prearranged signal, then turn and walk back into the villa, leaving the doors open. My husband lies on the bed, his wrists cuffed to the headboard, wearing only his favorite black boxers. I give him my brightest smile.

“Are you ready for your surprise?”

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A month ago, we sat at our kitchen table discussing the upcoming holidays and deciding on gifts and possible travel plans. I was still feeling rarely guilty about my visit to the bondage club months before. My husband had made me promise not to seek out sex with strangers unless he was there to ensure my safety, and he had been out of town on business. The club had been a safe and controlled space, yet still I had never told him about it. Then it occurred to me that I could, perhaps, assume my guilt by giving him a holiday gift, even if it ended up being belated. They say experiences are more memorable than things, and this would be more than memorable. I went to the website to make arrangements, then booked the villa for a long weekend after the start of the new year.

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Now, my husband gazes at me expected. I’m pretty sure heJust expects me to tease and fuck him, and I smile deeply. Then he looks past me as I stand in the doorway, and his eyes open wide. When I turn, two spectacular creativity are walking up the path from the beach to our terrace. The taller girl is little and lean with lustrous, long brown hair. Her swimsuit is not much more than a string, widening out slightly only over her nipples and between her legs. Her Large dark eyes sparkle as she glances at me, then looks at my husband on the bed.

“This should be fun,” she murmurs, a small smile playing across her lips.

The second girl comes up next to us. Her curly blond hair is shorter and has tinges of purple, framing her heart-shaped face. Her body is a symphony of curves, her full breasts filling the skimpy bikini top, her ass uncovered by the thong between her legs. An unidentifiable tattoo adorns her hip. She has deep blue eyes, almost violent, and they quickly land on my husband lying in front of us. She grins wickedly, then looks at me.

I glance at my husband, bound to the bed. His eyes take in the two nearly naked girls staring down at him, and his boxes are tenting. I turn to the girls.

“He’s all yours. I’ll be over here if you need me.” There is just a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

I move to the couch opposite the bed, the slip dress I’m wearing baring my legs as I tuck them under me. I glance down at my bag of toys on the floor neary, then settle in to watch the show, already feeling the dampness between by legs. The girls stand on either side of the bed, taking their time, their eyes moving slowly over the trim, muscled body of my husband. The pillows raise his head so that he can see everything they will do to him. He glances quickly at me, then shifts his gaze intently back and forth between them.

The long-haired girl sits first and absently traces her finger around his chest hairs, lightly pinching his nipples. They star at each other. The blond sits and strokes the insideof his leg. His legs are untied, but he manages to say still under her touch. The girls glance at each other, then together they slide their hands underneath his boxers. He squirms and moans as their fingers meet at his already swollen cock. The girls exchange a look and smile.

“Let’s see what’s in here.”

They both stand together and slide my husband’s shorts down over his legs. We all stare as his cock stands at attention. He squirms again, raising his knees. The girls glance at me, then pull his legs apart and secure his ankles to the corner of the bed with the ropes I have already tied there. They take a moment to ogle his spread body, then take their places again on each side of him. They run their fingers over him, his legs, his arms, his chest and stromach. When they graze his erect shake and tight balls, he moans softly again, pushing his hips up, silently becoming for more. They grin, then grant his wish.

Before he knows it, both of their mouths are on his pulsing cock. They kiss and lick and suck his hard member, causing him to groan loudly, his body moving under them. The brown-haired girl squeezes the base while the blond takes him fully into her mouth, then they switch positions. Now his groans fill the room, his cock rock hard and throbbing, his eyes squeezed shut at the overload of pleasure. When the blond girl catches my eye, I reach into my bag, pull out a short cord and hold it out to her. She comes off the bed and take it from me, then returns to my husband with a big smile.

“I wonder what we can do with this.”

She makes a loop in the middle, then hands one end to the other girl. They put the loop over his cock and behind his balls, then they each take an end and pull it snug around his scrotum. For a moment they pull with their teeth, their fingers playing over his engorged shake, then they make several more loops, pull the cord tight and tie it off with a bow. They look down at his naked, spread body, proud of theirwork. He stars back, his eyes wide.

“Make me cum,” he growls, the first words he’s spoken.

“Oh, we will,” responds the girl wearing only the string, her nipples standing proud under the tiny fabric. I see the wetness between her legs, and realize I am just as wet. I quickly reach into the bag again and pull out the egg, setting the violences to random before pushing it deep into my sopping pussy. I moan as it fills me, but no one in the room notices.

That’s because the blond is deep kissing my husband, her tongue everywhere in his mouth, while the other girl is moving her hand slowly up and down his hard, swollen cock in a steady rhythm. A guttural groan tells me my husband is about to cum, and the girls realize it too, pausing in their ministries. His body understands under them both, his moans almost pitiful, his need palpable. They see the look in his eyes, then return to his mouth and his cock, kissing and struggling him harder and faster until he goes over the edge and cums with a loud groan, his body bucking and thrashing under theirs. I watch, my own orgasm near, and I feel a little of the guilt disappear as my husband’s noises fill the room.

I glance at the still open terrace doors. There are no other villas near, and the beach is far away. No one seems to be aware of our little party, so I leave the doors open. The egg continues to buzz randomly inside me.

The girls sit up on the bed, gazing at my husband’s still throbbing cock. When they touch it, he cries out, his post-cum sensitivity extreme. They smile as they watch the cum leak out the tip. He is still hard because of the cord tight around his scrotum. They finger him for a while longer, enjoying the sight of his body jerking and spasming. I am about to tell them to stop when they abruptly stand up.

The brown-haired girl looks at me, then at my husband, then finally at the blond. Her fingers go to the back of her neck where she languidly unties the bow and lets thescanty string fall away from her body. Her nipples are hard, her puffy aureoles pushing out from her pert, upturned breasts. Her pussy is shaken clean save for a tiny landing-strip of hair just above her clip. Her long legs seem to go on forever. She stars at the blond girl in front of her, who starts to remove her own swimsuit.

“No, let me.”

She steps forward and begins to caress the shorter girl’s voluptuous body. Her fingers glide over her bare stomach and arms, then move down to her hips and legs. When she deftly removes the skimpy top, the blond girl shivers. Then she unties the bows at each side of the thong, and gently pulls it away and lets it drop to the floor. The blond moves into her arms and they share a deep, password kiss, their breasts pushing against each other. I watch, wide-eyed, Almost cumming on the spot. My husband, too, is staring at the two girls in front of him, totally and gloriously naked.

They continue to embrace, kissing and caressing, until the blond girl knees on the bed. The other girl follows, and they face each other. They continue the kiss, and their hands are everywhere, struggling their breasts and pinching their nipples and pushing their fingers between each other’s legs. I watch, enrapture, as the sensitive show continues. And then the vibes in my pussy suddenly increases to high and I cum without warning, waves of pleasure pulsing through my body. I think that my moans are too quiet to hear, but the girls pause their playing with each other and look at me with knowing smiles.

I close my eyes as the pleasure passes, and when I open them, the girls are lying at the foot of the bed, still in a password embrace. As I watch, the blond girl moves on her back, the taller girl on top of her, their hands still moving everywhere over each other’s bodies. Then they finger each other’s clients, and little moans of pleasure fill the room as their password increases. I watch my husband watch the girls as his hard cockContinues to dance. He can’t tear his eyes away. Neither can I.

The brown-haired girl looks down at the girl under her, then leans down and kisses her hard. The blond responds eagerly, their tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. Then the taller girl ends the kiss, turn around and faces the other way, her pussy over the blond girl’s face. Their mouths go to each other’s pussies, licking, sucking, their tongues everywhere in the wetness between their legs. Their intensity increases, the tongues moving faster and faster, their beautiful bodies moving in response to the pleasure building in their bodies. The girl on top pulls the other girl’s legs apart and back, eating her out with a frenzy, and the blond screams underneath her, the orgasm exploding as her body mistakes and shakes uncontrollably. As she continues to cum, the brunette presses herself down on the girl’s mouth, and it isn’t long before she too is cumming, long and loud and hard, her pussy pressed down on theOther girl’s warm, wet tongue. Their moans and cries fill the room, and my husband and I glance at each other. He mouths the word “wow” to me before quickly returning his attention to the still-shaking girls on the foot of the bed.

Wow is right, I think, as another orgasm hovers, tantalizingly close. All I need to do is touch my clip…

But this day is about my husband, not me. The girls seem to realize the same thing, and they drift up out of their orgasm haze and return their attention to the naked man tied to the bed. His cock waves in the air, still hard. It’s pulsing again, excited by the scene just witnessed. He stars hard at the girls.

“Untie me and I will fuck you both,” he rasps, his voice thick with hunger and need.

The girls look at me, and I subtlety shake my head. They turn back to him, smiles on their faces. The blond girl slapses his cock.

“No, sorry, your wife won’t let us,” she says sweetly. “I think we’ll just tease you instead.”

Hegrosses, straining at his bonds. She moves between his legs and begins to finger his throbbing shake, lightly, touching just the head. Her other hand goes to his balls and cares them gently before giving them a little squeeze. He grosses again, louder this time, squirming under her. The other girl straddles his chest, her long brown hair falling gently into his face. Then she moves further up, putting her pussy on his mouth. He reaches out with his tongue and licks her, tasting her juices, before she moves off him and kisses him deeply, giving him a taste of the other girl’s juices still in her mouth. He is overwhelmed with the sights and smells of them both, and his breathing quickens.

They stop what they are doing, watching closely. His body squirms under them both, his excitement building. The girl on top of him moves around, straddling him cowgirl style with her ass and pussy over his face. She lowers her hips and straightens up, fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples. Her mouth opens as she feels his tongue push deep into her wet hole. When he moves his tongue to her clip, she rocks on top of him, pleasure courts through her body. She watches the blond knee between his legs and take all of his swollen cock in her mouth, her hands under his clinched ass. He moans and pushes his hips up to meet her, still managing to lick and suck the clip in his mouth. He is very, very close…

I watch it all from my perch on the couch, the egg still vibrating in my wet hole. My hand slips between my legs. The scene playing out on the bed is spellbinding, my husband tied and spread, his cock deep in a beautiful girl’s mouth, his tongue on the clip of another beautiful girl straddling his face, her hair flying as she shakes her head back and forth. He pulls at his bonds, muscles taut, a prisoner of the pleasure about to overwhelm him. My fingers move over my slippery clip as I watch his body go rigid for a brief second, then his hips buck violently as he cums hard into the girl’s mouth, his guttural groans filling the room as he keeps spurting deep down the throat engulfing his pulsing cock. The sight is spectacular, too much, and I cry out and cum again, my orgasm quick and bright and intense. I ride it out, my eyes squeezed shut, until I open them and see the girls looking back at me, still on top of my husband, smiles playing again over their pouty lips. I smile back at them and feel a little more of the guilt slip away.

I slip the egg out of my pussy and stand, a little unsteadily. I look out the open doors, and still no one has noticed what is happening in our villa. The beach is almost deserted, and the sun sits close to the ocean, it’s light slanting low through the trees. The sky is beginning to turn shades of pale pink and orange. I turn back to the room and watch the girls move off the bed.

“It’s my turn now,” I say to them.

I bend down and pick up the tiny swaths of fabric scattered on the floor, then hold them out. The girls nod and smile, walking languidly towards the open doors. They take their time putting the swimsuits on, stealing glances at my husband as they do. Still barely covered, they blow kisses to him as they leave the villa and walk back down the path to the beach. We both watch them go, then I close the doors and we turn to face each other.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

“Fuck, yes.” His voice is low and thick. “God, that was…unbelievable.” He stars at me.

“You’re welcome,” I say with a big smile.

“Untie me now.”

I give him a long look. “Soon,” I say. “When I’m done with you.”

He moans and squirms, still bound spread-eagle and helpless on the bed. His cock isn’t erect, but it remains thick and swollen, the cord still tied around his scrotum. He has already cum twice, masturbated and then felled by the gorgeous creativity who have just left. But he hasn’t been fucked yet. I look down at him,wondering if I can make him cum a third time.

“I don’t think I can cum again.” He’s reading my mind. I smile.

“Perhaps we should find out.”

I sit on the edge of the bed. My hand moves over his body, tracing the taut muscles in his arms, his legs, my fingers stroking his chest and nipples, touching his face tenderly, then back down to his flat stomach. When they graze his cock, he closes his eyes and his lips part. I lean down and give him a gentle kiss, and he moans softly, the tip of his tongue touching mine. I raise back up and gaze at him. I notice a tear in the corner of his eye, and suddenly I am overwhelmed by the love I feel for this man.

I swing my leg over his body and straddle him. He opens his eyes, and I slowly pull the dress over my head and toss it aside. His eyes go to my breasts, my pebbled nipples hard and almost painfully erect. I bend down and offer them to him, and he takes each one in turn in his mouth, licking and sucking and biting them gentirely. I moan loudly, then kiss him again, softly at first. But the kiss quickly turns hard and deep and fierce and our tongues are everywhere as I press my pussy down onto his cock. The kiss goes on and on; we can’t get enough of each other.

Finally I pull away, and we look at each other longingly. I reach down for his cock. It isn’t fully erect, but it is hard enough for me to push it into my soaking wet pushy. My husband groans under me, pulling against his bonds, and I began to move slowly up and down on him. My movements are sensitive, unhurried, but I keep up a steady rhythm, and I feel his cock grow and harden inside me. He starts to cry, and again I am engulfed by an overwhelming love. I realize there is nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. I keep moving on him, fucking him, his cock now deep inside me, filling me. He pushes his hips up, thrusting, his eyes shut, his body starting to shake. I stop moving, squeezing the head of his shake with my pussy lips, arching my back and playing with my nipples. Eyes half closed, I gaze down at my husband. He stars back, wild-eyed, holding his breath. I stay still for a long moment, then I slide back down and bottom out, taking all of him and keeping my pussy squeezed tight around his throbbing cock. His thrusting is frantic now, his body thrashing and jerking under me until he finally crashes over the edge.

And then he groans and yells, his body arching into mine as he spurts cum deep into my cunt, the tip of his pulsing cock reaching my cervix. My own orgasm is close, but I hold it back so that I can fully experience the joy of providing so much pleasure to this man that I adore. I watch his face until the throes of his orgasm subside and he finally stops moving, his body totally spent. When he opens his eyes, I can see all of his love for me reflected there. I smile down at him, his cock still inside me. I’m pretty sure he will remember this day for a long time.

And best of all, my guilt is gone.