Todd (A Story in Multiple Parts: 3) [Redone w/ a new photo since the Tumblr police banned the photo

Todd (A Story in Multiple Parts: 3) [Redone w/ a new photo since the Tumblr police banned the photo on the previous version, thus banning the entire post *sigh*.]“Oh, what a wonderful idea!” I exclaimed, smiling lasciviously first at my husband, who smiled back equally as lustfully as he took his seat, and then at Todd as he did the best he could walking over to me, given the enormous erection so apparent in his well-fitting suit pants, “C'mon over here, Todd - we both know it’s been way too long since I had my hands on that amazing cock of yours!”Todd grinned as he walked over, making a show of his big, thick cock, barely contained within his slacks, then sitting down right next to me on the couch and turning to wink at Mr. K, who winked right back. For my part, I was actually surprised at how bad I wanted to touch that cock again. I guess I shouldn’t have been, given how handsome this older, more mature and more sophisticated version of my first and former lover was, but there was more to it than that. Part of it was knowing I could still make Todd as rock hard and horny as I did back in high school (every gal my age would take that as high praise), but there was just something about being able to openly and honestly display the lust and passion I still felt for Todd right in front of Mr. K. Obviously, given our lifestyle, there was nothing particularly unusual about Mr. K watching while another stud and I got “acquainted,” we had enjoyed these situations together dozens of times, with old friends and new, but this was just different. This was the man who had made me a woman, the first one to slide his thighs between mine, the first one to feel my warm, creamy wetness draw in his thick, rigid hardness, the first to feel me lose control and squeeze him again and again as he pumped furiously inside me - and that just made a difference.And it wasn’t just that I wanted the cock (and the man it was attached to) - I wanted the whole experience. I knew if we had sex it would be amazing – Todd and I had had always had unusual sexual chemistry, even as awkward high school kids – and now, it would be even better - sex at its purist, without any of the fears, anxieties and self-consciousness that comes with teenage sex, or even the often overloaded expectations that come with “dating sex” amongst adults, and as such I knew it woudl be incredible. But it was more than just the physical experience I wanted. I wanted the psychological as well, to take and be taken by my first lover in front of my forever lover, to open my mouth and spread my legs in front of my husband not just for some hot stud we both found arousing, but for the man who had given me my first true orgasms, deep, and shuddering and real, and to moan like I used to in those first heady days of sexual exploration, when I found I just couldn’t control myself. To actually live out again that intense passion as I had always described it to Mr. K and let him experience it as well, his arousal not just adding to mine and Todd’s, but multiplying it exponentially as the two of us gave back in to those primal sexual urges that had brought us together in the first place - but this time with the only audience that could truly add that dimension of passion and stimulation that could lead to sensual perfection: my husband.As I feverishly groped and stroked Todd’s immense erection through his slacks and watched the emotions play across his face, I could tell he felt it, too. As if on cue, Todd’s body tensed slightly and he moaned softly, his rigid cock pulsing in my hand. He only let it pulse once (he was far to expert at this stage of his life to cum so soon), but it was enough: I could feel the warmth seep through his slacks and I new he was already wet. My nipples were instantly erect, my pussy creamy against the soft silk of my panties as without consciously thought, I began to grind my hips as I brought my hand to my face to smell and then taste the product of his lust on it. The mix of Todd’s scent and flavor brought back a rush of erotic memory that resulted in my own soft moan as I felt my pussy gently open in anticipation of him, letting a renewed rush of sweet honey escape that my little g-string couldnot contain, and I smirked a little guiltily, knowing the couch I was sitting on in this little reception area would never be quite the same….With his intimate knowledge of me, Todd could read all the signs of my desire for him, and looked at me lustfully, his eyes wandering over every inch of my fully aroused body as he continued to grind the wet steel of his erection against my hand. I glanced over at Mr. K and noted with a small smile that he had the intense look he only wore when he not only desired, but expected, to see his wife engaged in the throws of unbridled, wanton passion of the kind I only experienced with long-time lovers - while I had not been with Todd in years, it was clear to all three of us that his return into my now married life was going to result in the kind of intense, uninhibited sex that was the potent drug to which all three of us were obviously addicted. Todd seemed to instinctively understand that look as well, as well as the unmistakable sign of approval now making itself very, very noticeable in Mr. K’s slacks. Sliding his fingers into my hungry mouth, Todd spoke softly but throatily to Mr. K, “I’d like to touch your wife….”“I think that is an excellent idea,” Mr. K responded, the lust as present in his voice as it was in his fingers as they slowly traced their way up and down his massive erection. -- source link

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