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We put the ad in the paper on a Thursday, for a three-day run. It took some time to arrive at text we agreed on: Easy-going couple seeking third party, male or female, for a fun, intimate get-together. Prefer smiles, glasses, kindness. No drugs, no recording devices. If you’ve got the time, we’ve got the toys.
Whether or not that would be enough to attract the kind of person we wanted to include in our bedroom romps, submitting the ad was enough to drive us back to the bedroom, both of us excited by the possibilities. I knelt and untucked your rigid member from your clothes, my mouth sucked it in with hungry abandon. You let me set the pace for a little while then grabbed my head in both hands and held it immobile, pushed your hips and ground your crotch against my nose. I held my breath and melted into the immediate sensations, felt my pussy explode with instant need and excitement.
When you backed out enough that I could catch a breath I mewled and squirmed.
“You want something?” you whispered.
“Your cock,” I whimpered.
“And where do you want my cock?”
“Anywhere! Anywhere you want,” I answered honestly. As empty as my pussy felt, all I wanted was to please you, to let you in completely.
You smiled and said, “What a good fucktoy.”
“Happy,” I agreed, reaching out with my tongue to flick at the head of your cock, “eager,” I managed between flicks, “submissive. . .” You groaned and shifted your hips forward, letting your cock slide between my lips again. I closed my eyes and swirled my tongue around you, followed you in and out, in and out, and lost track of time until you let go of my hair and whispered hoarsely, “Get on your stomach on the bed.”
I was quick to obey, wriggled my ass needily, craving the feel of your thighs on either side of mine, trapping me, your hands spreading me open, your cock entering me, your pre-cum mingling with my own wetness making it easy for you to slip it in. I whimpered, then groaned as you slid into my pussy. It felt so good, so right, I relaxed into the sensations, the rhythm, pushed my hips back to meet your thrusts. It was impossible to believe we had done this for years and years, it always felt so new and exciting.
I closed my eyes and imagined what a third person might be doing while we fucked each other. Would you impale yourself on another man every time you backed out of me? Would I use my tongue and fingers on another woman? Or would s/he be tied up, gagged, with clothespins on nipples and nether regions, forced to watch us enjoy each other before we enjoyed our guest?
The possibilities were virtually endless, and I could only imagine until we got a reply to the ad. But imagining kicked my libido up a notch as it settled on a second man, fucking you while you fucked me. I imagined how good that would feel to you, how intense, to be twice-pleasured and to give pleasure to two people at a time. I moaned, imagining your moans, and gasped, imagining your gasps, and ground myself against you, imagining you grinding yourself against the mystery man behind you.
Your leisurely pace quickened and I was brought back to reality, how good it felt to have my pussy pounded by you. My breath changed, adjusted to the faster rhythm, and I reached back to scrape my nails against your thighs, encouraging you to fuck me harder, faster. You were virtually silent, but I felt your cock gain that extra rigidity and my own body responded with excitement: you were going to orgasm soon, fill me with cum, and my whole being eagerly anticipated it.
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