The Domville 5 (The Domville #5) (6 page)

‘Tell me how she tastes,’ Anthony called
desperately.

‘Delicious. I want to dive in face first,’ Paul
exclaimed.

‘Not yet,’ Anthony barked. ‘Spread your legs,
Tracy. Put on a show for him first. Masturbate, make yourself come while we
watch.’

‘Anthony,’ I uttered, shooting him a look. It
was one thing having them touching me, but masturbating in front of a stranger?

‘If you want to try his tongue or cock inside
you, do as you’re told,’ he replied, his eyes dark with lust. He was already
starting to stiffen again, as was Paul. No way did I want to go without
someone’s cock inside me tonight, not now we’d come this far and wound me up so
tightly. I scowled at him and let my right hand move down between my thighs.
‘Watch Paul’s face as you play with your clit and fuck yourself with your
fingers. See what a turn on it is for us both to watch you do it.’

‘Fuck,’ hissed Paul, licking his lips as I
parted my swollen labia, exposing my throbbing core and protruding clit. ‘So
pretty and you smell so sweet.’

‘Wait until you taste her for real. Nothing
better,’ Anthony confirmed, a hint of pride in his voice. I could feel myself
seeping as I pumped my hips against my well-practiced fingers. Lack of sex with
Anthony for the last however many years meant I’d become an expert in getting
myself off fast. I hadn’t counted on being so turned on having two men watching
me though. Before I knew what was happening, my body was stiffening, tingles
running up my spine to leave my head feeling spaced out.

‘Ahhh, ahhh, O, God,’ I moaned, my toes curling
tightly in the heels I was still wearing.

‘Come on, baby, that’s it, show me how much wetter
you get,’ Paul urged, palming my thighs and pushing them further apart. I
screamed as my much needed release hit me. ‘O my God, tell me I can eat her out
now,
please
.’

‘Go for it,’ Anthony chuckled. I hadn’t even
recovered when Paul’s mouth latched onto me, a grunt of approval sending
shockwaves through my overloaded system.

‘Christ, I could eat you all day, you’re so
fucking sweet,’ he groaned. His tongue circled and lapped my clit, a set of
fingers sliding inside me, pumping furiously.

‘O … God,’ I cried, barely able to see
Anthony’s reaction through my endorphin fuelled haze.

‘That’s it,’ Anthony urged. ‘Bite it, suck her
harder, finger her until she comes again, then slide some fingers into her
tight little backside as you bring her to another orgasm with your mouth. Fuck,
Tracy, I’m going to come again just watching you. The look on your face is so
hot.’

‘Don’t come,’ I panted, squirming against
Paul’s face and fingers, ‘I want you later, too.’

‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ve no idea how
turned on I am. I’m going to be hard all fucking year thinking about this.’

‘Yes,’ I breathed, feeling Paul work harder on
me. I had no choice but to close my eyes, the sensation of so much pleasure, so
soon after my first powerful orgasm, was too much. I felt tears of bliss
rolling down my face as I reached for his head and forced him to suck me
harder. He wasn’t as aggressive as Anthony, but the fact that he wasn’t Anthony
more than made up for that. I shattered again, amidst a load of sobs, with the
men groaning loudly. I was vaguely aware of footsteps approaching and half
opened my eyes to see Anthony kneeling on the sofa next to me, offering me his
large cock again. I took it eagerly, sucking as hard as I could while Paul
continued to lick me dry, a couple of his fingers easily slipping into my
backside. I was going to need a rest before we did anything else after this, I
felt done in already.

Anthony

I was so proud of her, taking everything she was
given. I’d watched as Paul rolled a condom onto himself, then slid inside her
as she lay back on the sofa. Seeing her reaction to having another man inside
her was incredible, but a surge of jealousy tore through my body at the same
time. She’d looked close to sleep moments before, but the minute he was pumping
inside her, her body came alive again. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her
fingers clutching his biceps. I kneeled beside them and leaned down to kiss
her, my tongue tangling with hers in a reassuringly familiar way, swallowing
her heated cries of pleasure. When they were done, I carried her to the bedroom
and lay her down on the bed, then headed to the bathroom. I returned with a
warm, damp facecloth and cleaned her up as she lay in a stunned daze.

‘Ok, sweetheart?’ I asked, gently kissing her
lips.

‘Hmmm,’ she murmured, fighting against her
eyelids closing.

‘I’ll get some room service to give you time to
recover, but I’m really hoping you’re up for taking both of us at once.’

‘Jesus, are you trying to kill me,’ she
giggled. ‘I have no life insurance if that’s what’s going through your mind.’

‘You think I’d want to kill you, after seeing
how turned on you’ve got me tonight? Think again. Have a quick sleep, I’ll wake
you up in a while.’

I returned to the lounge, where Paul was
sitting in his boxers and I pulled on my own. We talked about his experiences
swinging while we waited for some room service to be delivered and I was proud
to hear that he ranked Tracy up there as one of the highlights.

‘She’s so responsive and tight, you’re one
lucky man, Anthony,’ he nodded, toasting me with his glass of whisky.

‘Tell me about it,’ I nodded. ‘I really wasn’t
sure if she’d go for this, I was worried she was only doing it to please me,
but I can tell how much she enjoyed herself.’

‘I’m cursing myself for telling you not to
invite the same people back. I’d love to repeat this with her if you come back
again.’

‘I think we will,’ I nodded, ‘but I also think
you’re right. New partners each time. Besides, my other fantasy is to watch a
woman eating her pussy, while I fuck the other woman’s backside.’

‘Hmmm, highly recommended. If you’re looking
for some girl-girl action, the hostess is a sure thing. Have to watch where you
do her though, she gushes like a geyser. Ruined the carpet in my suite, it cost
me a small fortune to replace it.’

‘She was clocking Tracy earlier,’ I confirmed.
Jesus, I was like a teenager tonight, the thought of watching the two of them
together had my cock stiffening again.

‘She’s more into women than men, though she’s
been known to take a cock or two in her time. I’ll tell you who’s great for
girl-girl and loves taking a cock up her arse, too. Shit what’s her name … I’ve
lost it, sexy little blonde piece, works as a PA for some legal boffin,’ he
frowned. I spat my drink back into my glass.

‘Sabrina?’ I gasped.

‘That’s it,’ he beamed. ‘Sabrina. Christ,
seeing her eating out my wife, while I fingered then fucked her from behind,
definitely up there as one of my more memorable nights. You’ve met her? I
didn’t see her here tonight.’

‘No, she’s not. I know her pretty well, I’m the
legal boffin she’s a PA for.’

‘Shit, hope I haven’t overstepped any
boundaries.’

‘Not at all, I just assumed she was all about
men, I had no idea she liked pussy as well.’

‘Assumed? You’ve not been with her?’ Paul
raised his eyebrows in disbelief and I laughed.

‘No, not my style to cheat. This is different.
Tracy and I agreed on this, we’ve been upfront and honest. Neither of us is
willing to go behind each other’s backs, no matter how tempting the offer.
Fucking another woman for my sole pleasure isn’t my fantasy. I’m all about
Tracy getting something out of it too.’

‘Great attitude to take,’ he nodded, toasting
me again.

I concurred, as I wondered about the
possibility of satisfying my attraction to Sabrina while watching her and Tracy
get it on.
That
would be the ultimate fulfilment of all my fantasies.

Tracy

We were back at The Shrewsbury Domville. It was three months
since our first foray into swinging, after that incredible night with Paul. I’d
needed a few months to get over it and to discuss the ramifications with
Anthony. It hadn’t seemed to cause us any problems and it certainly hadn’t
impacted on our renewed desire for each other. If anything, it had been Anthony
who was reluctant to push me to return. I think somewhere in the back of his
mind was Paul’s experience of his wife leaving him. Curious as I was about
going with a woman, I couldn’t see myself turning into a full time rug muncher,
instead of loving cock. I’d persuaded him to agree to try again, to see if we
could find a woman, or a couple, who were willing to join us. He’d satisfied
his urge to see me with another man, I felt like it was only fair for me to
scratch the itch I was feeling for something naughty and different.

We’d spent Friday in the spa, then had gone for
a meal at the highly recommended Drapers Hall restaurant. Today we’d done some
shopping and had a champagne afternoon high tea in the conservatory overlooking
the Quarry and river. It was delightful and I much preferred that, than having
a bloated stomach from overindulging at dinner when I was going to meet a
potential new sexual partner. I carefully pinned up my lightly tonged hair,
leaving some curls loose to frame my face. I was beyond excited. Memories of my
lesbian encounter in uni were at the forefront of my mind. I wondered if
Anthony was going to invite the hostess up to join us. I’d made it clear that I
was very attracted to her. She was so beautiful, although not quite as busty or
curvaceous as me, but I was too inquisitive to be fussy. I held my gaze in the
mirror, could I really do this? Kissing a girl was one thing, having her lick
me, or me her was totally another. What if I didn’t like it? It would be rude
to say “
Sorry, love, but it seems I’m all about the cock
,” when she was
mid act.

‘Ok?’ Anthony asked as he entered the dressing
room, adjusting the cuffs of his black shirt.

‘I’m nervous, again,’ I confessed.

‘There’s no need to be. It will be just like
last time. If you feel unhappy at any stage, you can just say and I’ll end it
immediately. Besides, I have a surprise for you. You’ve said a few times that you
might feel odd seeing a woman touching you, so I thought it would be easier if
I selected someone to come up to the room and have you blindfolded. That way,
you can focus on the pleasure you’re receiving, instead of the fact that you’re
looking at a woman.’

‘Seriously?’ I swivelled on my stool to look at
him directly.

‘Trust me, sweetheart. I always have your
interests at heart and if you’re not enjoying it, the woman can leave and you’ll
never have images of her in your head. If you are enjoying it, then you can
remove the blindfold if you want. Ok?’ he enquired. I chewed my lip as I
considered his proposition. Maybe he was right, maybe it was better to allow things
to develop without seeing her face. I mean, I was fussy enough with men, and I
loved men, what if the hostess wasn’t free and I didn’t like any of the other
women who liked me? It had taken me so long to pluck up the courage to do this,
I didn’t need any additional stressors.

‘Ok, but she’d better be attractive. I don’t
want to remove a blindfold and be grossed out by some …
Nanny McPhee
lookalike between my thighs.’

‘Imagine what she could do to your clit with
those buck teeth though,’ he chuckled, making me laugh and shudder at the same
time.

‘So what time is our guest or guests arriving?’
I asked. I’d wondered why he hadn’t told me that we’d be late for the event if
we didn’t leave the suite soon. He’d obviously organised this in advance.

‘Guest, singular. She’ll be here in fifteen
minutes. I’d like you to be wearing the new underwear set I chose for you
today, blindfolded and sitting on the end of the bed ready for her.’

‘More underwear?’ I grinned at him. He was
buying me all sorts of lingerie and sex toys lately. I was loving it, and so
was he. I’d even convinced him to try one of my butt plugs and he’d been amazed
at how good it had felt.

‘Less in this case,’ he laughed, giving me a
mysterious wink. ‘It’s on the bed again. Come out when you’re ready.’

I spun back around to finish lining my eyes and
applied a slick of lip gloss. I idly wondered if Paul was downstairs in the
ballroom. Our night with him had exceeded mine and Anthony's expectations, by
far. Having two men filling me at once was something that I’d never forget, but
he was right, it was best not to get attached to anyone if we were going to
keep doing this. Extra pleasure I was all down for, losing Anthony wasn’t an
option. I headed to the bedroom to inspect the new underwear he’d purchased.
The kinky devil. He’d got me a chocolate coloured peephole bra and crotchless
knickers. I’d gone knickerless in my youth, but never worn a pair of knickers
with a huge hole in them. I giggled as I got dressed, feeling like a naughty
teenager again, then slipped on my favourite gold heels and slinked out to the
lounge, to find him nursing a whisky as he sat in the armchair waiting.

‘I would say too much? But in this case I think
it’s too little,’ I laughed.

‘In this case, it’s perfect. Jesus, do you have
any idea how hot you look? How did I ever forget that?’ he stated, shaking his
head as he ran his eyes up and down my scantily clad body.

‘I don’t plan on ever letting you forget
again,’ I reminded him. ‘Besides, you’re not so bad for an oldie either.’

‘An oldie?’ He narrowed his eyes at me as he
set his glass on the coffee table. ‘Come here, I’ll give you a bloody oldie.’

‘You’ll have to prove you’re not and catch me
first,’ I giggled, skipping away from him as he shot out of his chair and
lunged at me. I screamed as I ran from him, dodging into the bedroom, but he
caught me far too fast, both of us landing on the bed as he tackled me from
behind.

‘You forgot I was Captain of the rugby team,’
he breathed in my ear as his hands reached for my breasts and pinched my
exposed nipples.

‘I’d never forget that. Seeing you that first
time, in your tight little shorts, was quite a turn on. I think I’d like to
role play one night, with you back in your uniform.’

‘So long as I get to see you doing housework in
a little French maid’s outfit, knickerless,’ he agreed, kissing my neck.

‘Poor Karen and Marcus are going to be having
the kids full time at this rate,’ I grinned, twisting my head around for a
proper kiss, luxuriating in it as he swirled his dominant tongue around mine.

‘Better that than Caleb or Rosie hearing or
seeing us at it,’ he murmured against my lips. We both jumped as the hotel
phone rang. Anthony pecked me on the lips before leaping up to get it.

‘Hi … yes, perfect. Suite 404 … me too. See you
shortly.’

‘It’s the hostess, isn’t it? How did you
wrangle that?’ I asked, checking my watch.

‘A good barrister never shows his hand at the
beginning of the game, he only reveals his aces at the end,’ Anthony winked. ‘Sit
up,’ he ordered, pulling a black silk blindfold from the back of his grey
jeans.

‘Yes, Sir,’ I giggled. ‘Are you planning on
cuffing and spanking me too, bossy britches?’

‘Now there’s another idea I like the sound of.
Anyway, you know you get off on me ordering you around,’ he reminded me, as he
sat on the bed next to me and slipped the material over my eyes, pulling it
tightly before knotting it. ‘Ok?’

‘Apart from the fact I can’t see anything,
great,’ I replied, with a roll of my eyes under the satin. I was a visual
person, looking was what really turned me on, but I had to admit that taking
away my sight made me more eager to hone other senses.

‘Excellent. God, I can’t wait to watch this.
I’m going to take pictures.’

‘If I ever find you’ve shared them, I’ll revoke
pussy access,’ I warned, holding up a finger in his general direction.

‘Please, you’re like Ronnie Barker lately.
Open
All Hours
.’

‘You cheeky sod,’ I laughed, then winced as I
suddenly felt his teeth attacking one of my nipples. ‘Yes,’ I hissed. ‘Harder.’

‘Anticipation, sweetheart. It’s all about
anticipation,’ he responded, releasing me immediately. I cursed him as I heard
him walking away, then cocked my head to listen to the sound of furniture being
dragged across the carpet. I smiled, he was bringing the bedroom armchair
closer to the bed, to give him a better view. My breath hitched as I heard a
knock at the door. The hostess was here. I felt everything south of my navel
contract, my body preparing itself for a night of pleasure. ‘Ready?’

‘I was born ready, motherfucker!’

‘Seriously, you’re quoting
Blade
at me?’
he asked, an incredulous tone to his voice. ‘I can’t think of anything less
sexual than a male vampire slayer movie.’

‘I don’t know, Ryan Reynolds was looking damn
fine in
Blade Trinity
,’ I reminded him, squirming at the thought.

‘Then you’ll have to dress as Selene from
Underworld
,
wearing her tight leathers, and I’ll have to dress as Hannibal King one night
and we can play fight and bite each other,’ he called, the noise of his voice
and footsteps moving further away.

‘I have no problem with that whatsoever,’ I
mumbled to myself. We were going to need to get another wardrobe for all the
sexy dress up outfit ideas we were coming up with. I strained to hear the
whispered voices after I heard the door open and close, to no avail. I shook my
head, straightening my posture and pushing my shoulders back, while sucking in
my stomach. The thought of her standing there looking at me, partially on
display, had the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

‘You know the rules, no talking. Strip off,
then go and sit next to her and start by running your fingers over her bare
skin, before moving up to play with her nipples. No kissing until I give
permission,’ came Anthony’s voice.

I gulped as I heard the sound of a zip, then
the rustle of fabric. Holy shit, this was actually happening. I hadn’t quite
believed it would, I thought once she saw me naked she’d lose interest. I was
in great shape, but I had given birth to two kids. I had stretch marks and my
breasts were larger and heavier than they should be. I felt the bed dip and the
softest brush of her arm against mine as she sat next to me. My breathing was
coming hard and fast as I bit my lip to try and calm myself. I gulped when I
felt a set of fingers trail up my arm. It was the softest of touches, more
subtle than the way a man would stroke a woman’s body. My skin puckered in
response. I breathed in through my nose, getting the hint of some oriental
perfume that radiated sexiness. A small gasp left my lips as those fingers
moved to circle my navel, the other hand moving into the small of my back. I
felt lightheaded from breathing so quickly and trying to imagine what she
looked like naked. I bet her tits were high, tight and firm, just like her
backside had looked in that fitted skirt when she’d checked us in, and out, last
time.

‘Nipples. Fingers, then tongue,’ called
Anthony, controlling the action. She didn’t hesitate, her fingers reaching for
my left nipple, as warm, soft lips anchored around my right.

‘O,’ I moaned, reaching up with one hand to
hold the back of her head. ‘Yes, suck harder,’ I ordered. She did, like a
professional, building the sensation of bliss radiating through my body higher
and higher. Knowing it was a woman made it all the more exciting and
intoxicating.

‘This is even better than watching you with
Paul,’ Anthony groaned. ‘Play with Tracy’s pussy. She’s bound to be soaking wet
by now if I know her.’

‘You do know me,’ I nodded, shifting slightly
to part my legs. My pussy was throbbing, heat building up inside me. I was
going to come in no time at all. ‘Yes,’ I cried as her fingers slipped easily
between my lips, grazing my clit. Crackles of energy surged through my body.
She started to rub, so gently, barely skimming the surface. It made a nice
change from the fast and furious pace most men set, like they were rubbing
Aladdin’s lamp in the hope of three magical wishes. I was already living my
third. Marrying Anthony and having my children were the first two, fulfilling
my girl on girl fantasy was the last. I was so lucky. I moaned as she moved a
bit faster, still sucking and biting on my nipple, while I circled my hips in
time with her strokes.

‘Try her, I want to see your face, to see if
you love the taste of my wife.’ There was a pause and I whimpered as she dipped
her fingers inside me, rotating them slowly, then slid them out. I heard a
sucking noise, then parted my lips as she held them to my mouth too. I sucked
on her slender fingers slowly, tasting myself all over them. ‘O, Tracy. She
loves the taste of your pussy as much as I do,’ Anthony murmured. ‘She can’t
stop licking her lips, like the cat that got the cream. I think it’s time she
had a proper try of you. Get on your knees. I want to see you eat her, slowly.’