Untamed Passion

He did, copiously. The thick scalding fluid filled her mouth and she gulped as she swallowed the length of him in her warm wet mouth. She felt his hands pull her hair as he thrust into her mouth, and the cries and moans of ecstasy that came from his throat were sexual music to her ears…so much so that she created herself, amazed that she could cum without touching herself. She swallowed greedily, her fear and distaste for the act gone forever. She even licked up the cum that had spilled down his thighs.

When she finally led him back to the bedroom, she stripped off the hotpants and lay back on the mattress, feeling his hardness penetrated deep into her elly as she welcomed him with her toes pointed towards the ceiling. Meredith lost track of her orgasms after the first few minutes.

When they were both spent and had collapsed in each other’s arms, James said, “You heard me say I loved to show you off, didn’t you?”

“Mmmhmm,” she sighed, snuggling her face into the hollow of her neck. He was more than half soft, but she could still feel him inside her.

“Jesus,” he said, “wonder what you would have done if I had told you I’d like to watch you suck Terry’s cock?” Meredith came, the lips of her pussy squeezing down almost painfully around his flaccid cock.

The next Saturday started rainy and dreary, but James still gave her an outfit that he laid out on the bed for her when she was working in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up as she took in the outfit, wondering if she’d have the nerve to wear it. One glance told her that she’d have to make special preparations if she was going to dare to wear it in front of the men. She

smiled to herself, wondering how she would look with all that hair shaved off.

There were a couple of calls before eight o’clock, and two knocks at the door before Meredith worked up the nerve to come out. She called out from the kitchen before she looked in the living room to see who needed a beer, but James answered that he only needed two. Boldly she stepped into the living room, prepared to dazzle the boys in the skimpiest outfit she’d

ever even seen. There were only two men present, James and Terry.

“Everybody else called and said it was too nasty out, and Al decided not to stay because there weren’t enough people to play,” James said laconically.

Terry took the beer from her as he simply stared in sheer disbelief at what Meredith was wearing. She caught the gleam in James’s eye and walked over in front of Terry. “How do you like it, Terry?” She twirled as if she were a model on a stage.

Terry had never seen a micro bikini before, it was just a collection of spaghetti straps and small patches no larger than a man’s thumb covering

strategic spots. Meredith was naked. James

stood up and walked over to the stereo, turning it on to a late-night channel. The music was loud and sleazy, just like in a bar or a strip joint.

“Why don’t you dance for us, baby?” James teased.

The mood was definitely on her, and the music was the way she liked it, loud and rowdy. Her hips flashed and her arms went above her head…in seconds, Meredith was in a fantasy world all her own. When the disc

jockey put on an old Poison album, Open Up and Say Ah, she was taken back a few years and got positively nasty. She twirled and turned, working up a slick sheen of sweat, and began to tease the two men by getting as close to them as she could without touching them.

She watched James out of the corner of her eye as she bent over Terry’s head, the tiny fabric covering her nipple inside of his mouth. Her husband was grinning like a kid at Christmas.

She turned to James and executed the same move, but this time her finger caught at the narrow string, exposing her nipple, allowing his lips to close down over her rigid nipple and causing her to gasp at the thrill of the

contact. Meredith twirled again and pulled Terry’s chair out from the table.

When the second song on the album started, she straddled Terry’s lap and

shook her hard belly in front of his eyes. As he stared at her wide-eyed, she lifted the straps from her shoulders, completely baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.

Terry was now oblivious to the fact that Meredith’s husband was watching her dance, all but naked, in his lap. She reached out and grabbed his head, pressing her nipple into his open mouth, and using her hands, she closed his mouth on her breast. Shivering at the first sexual contact with anyone but James in twelve years, she glanced back at her husband. James had put his hand on his crotch and was massaging himself as Meredith let his best friend suck her tit.

Meredith felt herself going completely crazy, and she lowered her crotch until the bare pussy lips sticking out on either side of the tiny patch of cloth at her newly shaven pussy was rubbing against the huge bulge in his jeans. She wanted to cum, but she was determined to put on the show that she now knew for certain that James wanted to see.

Slipping completely out of the microkini, she slithered on Terry’s body, opening his shirt and licking his chest. He was well-built, and

Meredith found herself truly enjoying the literal seduction of James’s best friend. She nipped at his nipples with her white teeth, and pulled his hands to her breasts, molding them to her and pressing her nipples hard into his palms.

Pushing her ass high in the air so that James had a perfect view of her glistening pussy, she bent and used her teeth to unfasten Terry’s belt, pants, and zipper. Terry seemed to suddenly realize that he was sitting right next to James and he made a move to cover up his suddenly upright and exposed cock, but Meredith was too far gone into the music. When the opening

strains of ‘Fallen Angel’ played on the stereo, Meredith took the head of his cock into her soft mouth and began to suck. It was no longer a show for James or a tease for his best friend…Meredith was making love to a fantasy cock. It no longer mattered who or to what it was attached to, it was the object of her affection and she lavished it with such attention that Terry was soon spilling his seed over her frantically moving tongue. Meredith

swallowed.

She seemed to come back to her senses a little when ‘Every Rose Has its Thorn’ came on, she moved to James’s lap, beginning a slow grind for him alone. It was so slow and so moving that Terry put his clothes back together and slunk from the room. Meredith and James paid no attention to him. She still had a few gobbets of Terry’s cum on her cheek, the load in her mouth long since swallowed, but James didn’t seem to notice.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The music was a slow rock ballad, and Meredith’s movements timed to it perfectly as she ground on James cock. Slowly she reached down and freed him, thrusting him deep inside her dripping pussy, and as the closing bars of the song dragged out, she came around her husband’s swollen cock. She felt him shoot inside her after her climax was over, and she simply sat there, loving her man as his scalding semen splattered the inside of her womb. They had never been so much in love.