Adultery A Slut Life - Part 8

I was unceremoniously lifted by the two pair of hands and deposited on the bed. I bounced and giggled. My breasts heaved and my legs splayed open. Jason stood at the foot of the bed eyeing my open, drooling pussy with eyes that had abandoned any control over the lust within him. My shoulders were pulled and I turned to find Michael sprawled behind me and holding his hard cock up. He mouthed, suck me. I smiled but my mouth was already opened wide as I scrambled around to kneel between his spread legs and swallowed his cock to my throat. I felt the bed move behind me, then felt hands on my ass, a cock rubbing up and down along my pussy before it pressed into my ready hole. My mouth opened around Michael's cock and I gasped as my pussy became filled with another stranger's cock. I exploded as he thrust deep into me, my mouth still over Michael's cock, gasping around the head, my moans and groans muffled by it.

Jason's cock pummeling my pussy never faltering in its efforts, though. The pounding into my pussy had the added effect of pushing my mouth down over Michael's cock, though Jason had eased back when he saw me go into my orgasm. I arched my head up, a string of drool hanging from my lips to the head of Michael's cock as my body quaked. He grasped my swaying breasts and pulled my nipples sending orgasmic jolts back and forth from my pussy to my nipples and crashing through the rest of my body.

As my orgasm ebbed, I glanced up at Michael. I gave him a lusty smile and he blew a kiss my way. Jason continued to slam into my pussy and my mouth gaped open to take Michael deep inside, again.

When I felt Jason's cock swell and twitch in my pussy, I paused over Michael's cock, then pulled off it and looked over my shoulder. Jason had completely stopped. He began to say something but I nodded my head, first. He was bareback and I appreciated the concern. "Give it to me. Fill my pussy with your cum."

He thrust with all his might into me and that thrust sent him over. His cock spewed cum into my pussy. I looked into Michael's eyes as my body was claimed by this man I had met so recently. As another stranger's cum coated my pussy amid the grunts coming from him, my body shook with a mini-orgasm, more psychological than full-on physical reaction.

Without pause or thought or direction, I crawled up Michael's sprawling form, my movement pulling the last of Jason's cock from my pussy. I straddled Michael's middle, raised his cock, and moved my cum dripping pussy over it until it sank over his cock. I sat fully down his length, my just fucked pussy still hungry for more. We both gasped at the suddenness I took him, his cock going deeply into me. As I began pumping up and down on his cock, I leaned forward and lustily kissed him. At the end of the kiss, our lips still brushing against each other's, I whispered for him to add his cum, too.

As we rested after, Michael raided the mini-bar while I took a towel from the bathroom to spread over the sofa in the sitting area before I joined the guys, a space left for me between the two. The talk between us was casual and superficial. It was clear to each of us we were merely buying time for another round. When I finished my bourbon, I slipped off the sofa to my knees in front of the them. I moved from one to the other, sucking one while stroking the other, then switching again and again. When they were both hard, I stood up in front of them, my own hands moving over my breasts and mound in anticipation.

"Now what? How do you want me now?" I blushed at my brazenness with these two men. I felt so wicked and wanton.

Jason pushed himself off the sofa without a word and took my hand. He moved to the messed-up bed and onto it. He lay in the center on his back with me kneeling alongside him. He simply held up his cock. The implication was clear but I thought, we've already done that I was thinking something different. Maybe it was my very slight hesitation or the look on my face. But my hesitation didn't last long but a moment. I swung my leg over him and was quickly settled down his length. Then, I found they did have something different in mind. Jason pulled me against his chest looking into my eyes.

"Have you had anal? Have you ever experienced a double penetration?"

I was nervous but the cock already in my pussy and the hands stroking my ass and the tingling still coming from my pussy from before were pushing me forward. Harold. What was his 'move forward' going to unknowingly get me involved in? I'd only experience anal once and that had been Ryan with his puny cock (oh, how I think of him, now...). But anal with these cocks? And, DP at the same time? Oh, God...

I nodded to Jason and looked over my shoulder to Michael, "Anal only once and not with a cock like the two of you. Never DP... before." I smiled nervously. "Be gentle?"

They both smiled. Then, Jason pulled me toward him and rotated his hips down and his cock came out of my pussy. I was initially confused until Michael's cock plunged into it and fucked me for only a moment. Then, he pulled out leaving my pussy feeling empty but Jason moved his cock back into me, pushed me back down on his cock and I felt Michael behind sliding his cock, now slick with the mixed cum of my pussy, over my puckered asshole.

Michael had grasped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. My asshole, I knew, was lewdly exposed to this man and a blush rose in my face. How silly. I had been sucking and fucking these men, relaxing naked with them, even playing volleyball naked with them earlier and frolicking in the ocean. Now, I was blushing? But this felt so much lewder and more erotic. Only sluts do DP, don't they? Maybe that's all a hotwife is... a slut. I felt his cock head at my exposed ass and I sucked in air in tense anticipation of what this might be like. I felt him press against the tight opening and Jason softly encouraged me, telling me to relax. I instinctively knew what to do. I breathed and press back with muscles and body. It took some effort, both of us. I had to relax. He was so much bigger and I knew it would hurt for a moment. I diverted myself with Jason. I kissed him and focused my pussy around his cock in my pussy. His cock popped past my sphincter and all three of us gasped, me the loudest with a cry out more than a mere gasp.

I pressed my hand back against Michael to stop him from even moving. It really did hurt. It's didn't kind of hurt, it really hurt. The muscles felt brutally stretched. But even as I thought about the hurt, it began to ease. I released my hand from his hip and as Michael pushed his cock slowly in increments into my tight ass, I groaned loudly and pressed my hand back against him, again. He stopped immediately. My ass and pussy screamed at being so stretched. But in only another few moments the sensation eased. I pressed back slightly myself, taking another couple inches of his cock, then took my hand away from him, used it to brace myself over Jason, and told them both, "Okay."

They both began gently moving inside me. Michael pressing further and further as Jason began short strokes in and out of my pussy. Soon, I felt Michael's hip against my ass. He was all the way in and I gasped out in relief, joy, and amazement. The feeling was incredible. I felt full like I have never felt before. My entire body seemed to be on sensory overload and it was all emanating from the two holes stuffed with cock. The two cocks moved disparately in me. Jason began firmer strokes despite being on the bottom while Michael seemed more tentative, probably reacting to my earlier gasps and feeble responses. The two cocks moving in adjacent sleeves compounded the electric sensation of each, like nerve endings being stimulated in my pussy were shooting through the thin membrane to my ass and back and forth.

I came explosively, wedged between the two men and feeling consumed. Jason wrapped his arms around me and held me to him as my body shook while my moans, groans, and gasps filled the room. Once my body settled, only slightly, they continued until they both came, filling both holes with cum.

The rest of my stay at the resort escalated my experiences. I added the pool to my naked investigation and activities. We played more volleyball, both on the beach and in the pool. And, I did a lot of walking, especially on the beach. I found it amazingly erotic being outside naked so much. My coupling was definitely not 'making love'. We were fucking. We fucked in the sand, pressed up against a tree or bent over a fallen tree, and in the shallows of the gentle surf.

That trip was what I would point to in the future. It was what I would eventually look to as a new baseline of experience and how I might challenge myself even further forward. It was a week of experiences I wasn't sure could be matched. The week's experiences consumed my thoughts while returning home. It wasn't so much that the experiences be exceeded or even matched, but that this trip showed me, proved to me, the woman Ryan had wanted to create, his hotwife, was the woman I was and was happy being. It was the mantle I accepted as me. Now, the issue really was... what do I do with that?

CHAPTER 4: THANK YOU, HAROLD

The resort proved to me what I should have already been prepared to believe without having taken that leap. My experiences at the resort quantified the excitement and satisfaction I was capable of giving and receiving. The situations I experienced while following my ex-husband Ryan's lead should have been sufficient. The eventual outcome was traumatic and confusing. The resort proved to me that I was not only strong enough as a woman to be my own person without a man but I could determine my own experiences and exert my own control. The initial experience with the single man, Adam, had been the clincher. I felt like I had stepped through a door of opportunity, a door with many new options available to me. I was anxious to see where this could take me but tentative about the unknown.

These were the thoughts that swam in my head on the flights and quiet times on the way home. They were constantly on the edges of my consciousness the next day as I went about the chores of returning home and, refreshed and newly determined, beginning the deliberate effort of securing a job to augment the alimony and divorce settlement. It was the very thoughts that had me standing at Mr. Swenson's door and lightly knocking. I was wearing t-shirt, shorts, and sandals.

Just as his door began opening, a young couple from down the hall appeared and approached. Given my intention, I became nervous about the image despite it being perfectly appropriate for any tenant to approach the complex manager.

I saw Harold look past me at the young couple and give them a nod of recognition before his eyes came back to me. "Mr. Swenson, could I have a moment of your time?" I tried to make it sound all business, which seemed to confuse Harold.

He held the door wide and stood to the side so I could pass. I stopped a few steps inside his apartment without taking much note of its layout or appearance and turned as I heard the door close behind me. I turned and stepped into him. My sudden move surprised him in likely several ways and stepped reflexively back but bumped into the closed door.

"Teresa?"

I shushed him as I rose up on my toes and covered his mouth with mine. It was calculated. I felt we had a certain connection from our earlier talk ... and more by his resort recommendation. I spoke through lips touching his, "I am going to thank you, Harold." My fingers worked at the belt and snap of his cargo shorts. "And, I want you to let me do it."