Waiting

I have to admit that the timing of our holiday left something to be desired. When I came home Paul was taking a two-week holiday with his family and the Irishman was away in Scotland with work. That left me without anyone to come home to and fuck.

OK, so there was the general Olympic buzz in London to enjoy, the unexpected being fingered in public extravaganza that was the Blur concert and the new experience of the BenWa balls to enjoy, but thinking about my escapades in Italy and writing them up has made me outrageously horny.

Much as I loved the additional attention of my Italian boys, now that I’m back at home I’m not really sure that I can be bothered with attracting any more cock. Paul and Ted are quite enough for me, thank you very much. What I like so much about both of them is that neither are in a position to tell me what I can or can’t do. And just to make it absolutely certain, I do let it slip out in general conversations with each guy, that I’m far from monogamous.  It may make me a terrible slut, but I think both guys get off on the idea of me fucking the other. Paul has certainly been more attentive, and Ted hasn’t exactly been a slouch since Lora told him that I fuck my boss frequently. Someone once told me that men think of it as “sperm wars”.

So in a quiet moment last week I sent Paul a text letting him know in graphic detail that I’d been double penetrated by two fit Italians while I was away. I got a stream of pornographic text messages in reply, and during the course of the evening at home I gave myself a series of orgasms as I fucked myself with the fabulous surrogate cock as we exchanged texts. I finally told Paul that I wanted to see him wank off, and I demanded that he film himself on his phone.

The movie I eventually received showed him working his lovely cock in his fist, and when he ejaculated for me, he shot copious amounts of spunk into the black satin underwear that belonged to his wife.

As a little piece of hand-held porn it was pretty impressive. For me there was the added spice of knowing that I’d made Paul cum and he’d used his wife’s lingerie to clean up the mess. If that makes me sound like a complete bitch then I can only point out that I am not cheating on anyone.

Without saying how I’d come about having the movie on my phone, I showed it to Lora when she stayed with me over the weekend. She loved it, and she watched it over and over again. She sat on my sofa, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her little white cotton knickers and fingered herself. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d been getting off on viewing her hated boss masturbate for me. She was so excited about the mobile-phone porn and asked me to kiss her pussy. I sank to my knees and pressed my mouth against her cunt as she filmed me on her phone while delivering a commentary for Ted’s benefit. 

As my mouth ran along her wet slit and I lifted her piercing with my tongue so that it could be caught on camera, she told the Irishman what we’d been up to in the Mediterranean. I liked the pride she had in her voice when she described how Marco and Francisco had spit roasted her, and how both had taken turns to fuck her on the stone-bench. She described how each had ejaculated in her pussy and she added, “Then Jayne licked my pussy, just as she’s doing right now, my sticky cunt full of Italian sperm”.

I know it’s a bit of a cliché, but I even I get turned on by posh girls talking filth.

“I’d had two men fuck me and she licked my pussy clean, just as she did after you fucked me”, she said. “We want you to fuck us both again Ted. We both want to taste your cum inside us”.

I pulled away from Lora’s pussy so that I could smile at the camera. I string of her juices joined my bottom lip to her clit. “We’re waiting for you Ted”, I said, and returned my face to her sex.

We think he will jerk off until he’s dry.