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  Thrilling to the thought that his would be the second cock in her mouth in mere seconds, Karla switche, her hand wrapping around Reggie’s member as her lips dove for Warren’s. Reggie was a challenge, but Warren was something else entirely; fitting the whole of him in her mouth was off the table, and even properly deepthroating him was a challenge that Karla hadn’t yet surmounted- though she hoped she would still get the chance. Instead, she contented herself in some more active mouth-work, running her lips along the side of him, from the tip to the base and back again, rounding the bottom of his cock to the other side before repeating the circuit. She licked him, she kissed him, she took him into her mouth.

  And then, when she had exhausted her bag of tricks, Karla returned her attention to Reggie, and gave him the same treatment. Wanton, loud, and free, it wasn’t long before Karla’s performance began to have its desired effect and both of the men to needed her to slow down.

  ‘Hey now, you were the one talking about savoring the moment,’ Warren said, his voice trembling through a smile. ‘Not gonna happen at this rate if you keep slurping like that.’

  Karla felt herself smiling wickedly at being able to affect these men so deeply running. Of course she knew Warren’s particular turn-ons enough by now to exploit them, and his affinity for loud oral sex was especially well known… but he was right. It’d be a pity to go this far only to take one of her gentlemen out of the game so early, despite how nice it was to think that she could make him come so fast.

  ‘Hmm, that sounds to me like you’re volunteering to come in my mouth…’ Karla purred, her heart racing at the sensual tone of her voice, talking so dirtily without a care in the world. Getting to her feet without removing her hand from Warren’s cock, Karla trailed her free hand down her front and then up under her skirt, fingers snagging in the hem of her panties.

  As the two men watched, transfixed, Karla leaned forward and pulled them down, white fabric sliding over the soft, pale skin of her legs. She kicked them away, and with slow, careful movements, seated herself in Reggie’s lap, facing away from him, his cock jutting precariously out between her spread legs, her now bared pussy pressing against the top of his shaft, close to the base. Karla moaned to feel its heat against her mound, and said: ‘Which means Reggie here gets to use my wet little hole…’

  There were plenty of other days when Karla would not have dreamed of talking the way she was now, the straightforward and perverse words spilling from her lips still new and thrilling to her. But today Karla threw herself wholeheartedly into her role as the trio’s resident sexpot, speaking with such fervor and confidence that the words etched themselves onto her soul.

  All of this was hers, something to treasure, to imprint into her mind so that in the weeks and months that followed she could recall what it was she was fighting for, what pleasures she could give to herself and to William if she was careful enough.

  Karla positioned Reggie’s dick at her entrance and sank down slowly. Her pussy had grown accustomed to his girth and part of her had worried that William would be able to feel the difference when he got back. She could feel the muscles in his hips and thighs tense, his body betraying a desire to simply take control and drive into her, to bury himself to the hilt in her wetness.

  The walls of her cunt gripped Reggie as she sank down. Karla clenched tight around him as she reached his base and held herself there for a moment, feeling the fullness. She rocked her hips slowly, gently, enjoying the sensation of Reggie’s stiff rod moving inside her, probing all the sensitive places that both these men seemed to locate so easily.

  When Reggie shifted his hands up momentarily, his big palms engulfing her breasts, Karla surrendered and leaned into the touch. His fondling added an extra sweetness to this, a new sensation to join the growing medley. She bounced herself on him, up and down just a few inches at a time, her legs trembling at the pleasure. The quick jolt of electric ecstasy that followed her when she fell back down upon him.

  ‘Better get up here, Warren,’ Karla murmured, looking over her shoulder at him before gasping in pleasure as Reggie rolled his hips, cock spiking up into her. ‘Give me something to do with my tongue…’

  He obeyed and, planting her feet firmly on the carpet, Karla leaned herself bodily forward, grinding her hips down into Reggie’s lap as she lowered herself into range of Warren’s twitching erection. True to her word, she ran her tongue around his tip before allowing him to slip into her mouth, closing her lips around his hot, hard shaft. Her own hands crept up, wanton fingers squeezing and pulling at her own nipples, as the men took her from both ends at once. Karla groaned around the throbbing hardness in her mouth, letting it slip further back into her throat in time with Reggie’s thrusts; finding the rhythm of this, the wet and groaning tempo of their sexual dance, was always easier with three than with two. As the nexus of the action, the focus of the two men’s attention, Karla could use the momentum of one’s movements to rebound her into the other and back again, rocked between her gentlemen like a pendulum of pleasure.

  Reggie would push into her, his cock filling her so completely that Karla thought she might split apart into so many ecstatic shards, and in doing so he would push her into Warren, the other man’s shaft sliding between her soft, plump lips. Karla would groan with him in the depths of her mouth, the vibrations of her voice coursing along his shaft, and with his hands running through her hair, Warren would push back, sending her down onto Reggie once again. His cock would slide from her mouth, granting Karla the perfect opportunity to pay slavish attention to his tip, sucking at it so deeply that she made audible slurping sounds, her tongue running a complex dance at the sensitive spot on the underside of Warren’s head.

  He would tense then, his jaw tightening and eyes flooding with sensation as Karla looked up at him from below. It made him beautiful to her, transformed him into this picture of pleasure, a sexual sculpture that Karla herself had made, wonderful and reveling in the moment, all of his attention there and focused on her, the object of his desire… She committed every inch of his face in that second of utter sexuality to memory, just in case the future might cause her to lose him. She needed to remember him like this, remember the pure want that she could put into a man like Warren.

  Noises of exertion filled the room, moans and grunts and the sound of skin on skin, a primal chorus of sensation and the immediate commitment of three people living entirely in the present moment. Karla’s thighs began to ache with the exertion of bouncing herself between the two cocks, from one to the other with a mounting rhythm that built, slowly but surely, to a crescendo. Her breasts bounced as she fucked herself on the men, nipples squeezed and pulled so that the sensation of it welled up in her chest, tugging a string of nerves right down to her clit. Reggie took her with increasing, relentless vigor from behind, his hands clinging tightly to her hips for leverage as he fucked her, pulling her all the way down into his lap, his length in her to the base, before allowing her to pull herself up once more.

  By contrast, Warren was almost gentle, or at least, as gentle as one could be while being but one third of the vigorous fucking that was happening. His fingers had wound their way into Karla’s hair, gentle but guiding, wordlessly telling her how deep to go, when to stop, what areas of his shaft to focus on. Warren had never been averse to communicating what he wanted to her, and that sort of straightforwardness was still refreshing to Karla, who tried her best to be receptive to his signals. Her tongue traveled a carefully plotted line up the underside of his shaft, and she took a moment to let it slip from her mouth, one hand holding Warren by the base so that she could regain her breath, still panting heavily from Reggie’s constant, perfect thrusting. Pushing back against the man, she looked up at Warren, with eyes like pure sex.

  ‘Are you gonna come, baby?’ Her voice was sultry, honey-coated and smooth, and Karla took a moment to take Warren’s tip back into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his bulging head. When next she spoke, it was with a mouth full of co
ck, her words distorted and wanton: ‘Come on my face, please…’

  Lips parted, tongue still lapping at Warren’s tip, Karla divided her attention, grinding herself down against Reggie with all the force she could muster, putting what had to be the final strokes on him as well. She clenched her inner walls onto him, felt herself pulse and shiver internally at the unrelenting hardness, the sheer girth of his cock buried deep inside her. Her eyes pleaded with Warren up above, as she stroked his shaft, desperate in every sense of the word for him to come on her, mark her, give her yet something else to remember him by…

  … As if she could ever forget.

  Karla gasped, at the first spurt of it on her skin, only partly because Reggie had somehow found a way to orgasm almost at the same time, and she was taking their seed from both ends at once. Back, and front. Pussy and mouth. Fore, and aft. Filled with it, marked by it, the evidence of these two men’s pleasure, their desire for her. The first shot hit her cheek, the second landing squarely on her tongue, and the taste of it awakened a desire in her to take all of it there; her lips fastened over Warren’s tip and sucked, hard. He pulsed against her, each expansion bringing with it a new flood of warm, vital come, flowing into her mouth, just as Reggie’s filled her up from behind.

  It was this that caused Karla to climax. Not the fucking, but her gentlemen in orgasm, their pulsing completion almost in perfect unison, and her own dizzying high at being able to provoke them to it. Rapture slammed into her hips with a suddenness that surprised her, washing up and down through the rest of her body and leaving traceries of itself fizzing and popping like sea foam against her nerves. Karla shivered and tightened, the contractions of her muscles gripping the men’s members and causing yet further pulsing in them, more of that sweet seed to fill her, in a reciprocal cycle of pleasure that lasted for a frozen, silent eternity, the three of them held together at the height of pleasure.

  And then, it ended, their bodies released and relaxing. Warren stumbled back a few paces, eyes aflame with lust not doused by his orgasm. Karla collapsed against Reggie, the pair of them breathing heavily, unsteadily. Karla’s legs trembled, her every muscle awash with the subtle ache of fading exertion, but she was satisfied. Even so, a part of her began to hunger again almost immediately, a small voice at the back of her mind reminding her that she had all day, really…

  Oh yes, she had at least one more round in her before their time together was through…

  ***

  Back in the present, Karla opened her eyes, the remembrance of how she had spent her morning having brought her to a quiet, sneaky orgasm in the sun. She sank lower in her lounger, wondering when it was that she had become so bold as to masturbate outside, let alone with people inside her house, just a glass door away from catching her in the act. Evidently, Warren and Reggie had been bad influences on her.

  Of course, even if she hadn’t had such mind-blowing sex to look back on, Karla probably would have ended up horny out here anyway; with her husband all set to come back soon, her mind was filled with plans for how to get him on board with her newfound interests. The easiest way to entice him, Karla had concluded, was to collect enticing things to show to him, open up that world and all its delights to William in as explicit detail as was possible. If it was this attractive to Karla herself, surely there had to be something there for William’s mind to seize upon just as completely.

  To that end, she had collected as much as she could: porn videos focusing on threesomes, erotica featuring threesomes or swinging, resource web-pages for prospective swingers, all of them as close to Karla’s own situation as she could make them. Porn stars that looked somewhat like her were easy to come by, as were smutty stories about women in roughly her circumstances, and this familiarity was highly arousing just on its own. On more than one occasion, Karla had slipped into a kind of trance while collecting her resources, arousal growing inside her until she had no choice but to touch herself; the distraction of it would keep her from taking in more media until she had… finished.

  The process of preparing for William to return was, thus, time consuming and, in more ways than one, sensitive.

  The day passed in a sort of haze of memory and apprehension, William’s impending return and what she would say to him conflicting in Karla’s mind with the delicious images of how she had spent her morning, lounging in prurient laziness with Warren and Reggie. The night, too, slid over Karla in a sensual way, her dreams shot through with aspirational visions of her and William enjoying the attentions of others, united in their passion. In the face of this, morning came upon her rapidly, slamming Karla into wakefulness suddenly, with a jolt of realization that today was different than the day before, that William was, indeed, coming home today.

  In a few hours, in fact, and so Karla clambered out of bed immediately, ready to put her plan into action. It was a good plan, in a personal sense, involving much pampering and pleasant acts on Karla’s part; steamy, hot showers gave way to judicious application of lotion and oils, scenting herself with lavender and other sweet things. Make-up was applied with care and attention to detail, granting Karla smoky eyes and full, red lips just pleading to be kissed. She picked a fetching pair of underwear and a dress from her closet, all of which had been obtained while William was away and would, thus, be new to him. She brushed and styled her hair, then stared down her reflection until she was sure she was ready.

  By the time she was done, William was due back any moment- Karla had planned this part out with exacting accuracy- and so she spent the remaining time setting the stage, arranging her living room so that her husband would return to precisely the scene she wanted him to experience. Closing the curtains and dimming the lights, she loaded a particular favorite movie from her collection on the television, spent a moment arranging the couch cushions just right and, just as the door swung open with its familiar squeak, positioned herself in what she hoped was a nonchalant, sensual manner on the couch itself.

  William stopped the moment he saw her, and Karla couldn’t help but smile: she had selected her dress well, it seemed. It was a deep, rich crimson, clinging to her curves and plunging daringly at the neckline, revealing the similarly skimpy nature of her bra beneath it. William’s eyes were glued to it, running up and down her body, and Karla composed her expression into one that was both suggestive and completely innocent.

  ‘I missed you,’ she said, her voice lilting attractively. Karla gestured to the seat beside her and, without replying, William dropped his bag and came to her. She was on him in a moment, her tongue in his mouth and images of what she had planned racing through her mind, bringing arousal to a boil between her legs. The next few moments passed in a tangle of limbs and kissing, ending with Karla straddling her husband, cupping his face with both hands as she peppered his face with soft, pecking kisses.

  ‘Well, this is a warmer welcome than I was expecting!’ William laughed, as though to disperse some of the ever-growing tension between them, something that Karla simply would not allow.

  ‘I really missed you,’ she purred, running her fingers lightly down his chest. ‘Which makes it a very good thing that we have the whole. Day. Together…’

  ‘Oh does it, now?’ William asked between kisses, his tone of voice suggesting that he was, indeed, open to the idea. In response, Karla held herself closer to him, allowed the curves of her body to press into her husband’s chest, reminding him of the shape of her, the rounded delights that were hidden beneath her dress. His cock twitched in his lap, she could feel it thicken as she sat in his lap, and Karla grinned to feel it, a thrill reaching right down to the base of her spine.

  This was it. This was what she wanted.

  ‘I’ve got a lot of special things planned…’ She whispered into his ear, and that was true; this was a dance in which every step was intricately set out ahead of time. All that was left was to entice William to step onto his mark and start waltzing. ‘You’ve given me a lot of time to think about this… shall we make today a day to
remember, Will?’

  ‘Okay,’ he tried to say, his tongue quickly covered by her own in another deep kiss, one that he surrendered to all too readily. She truly did have him in the palm of her hand…

  ‘Can I show you something?’ Karla lilted, looking over her shoulder for a moment at the TV. ‘I’ve been… watching a lot of things, since you’ve been gone and I’ve been awfully lonely…’

  William nodded his assent, and Karla lifted herself off of him and stood. She had planned this moment, the first steps of her dance, let it idle in her mind for days until her imagination had crafted it into the perfect enticement for the man just home from overseas. As she walked across the living room, Karla reached up behind herself, fingers seeking and finding the zip of her dress, her stride faltering only slightly as she pulled it down and tugged, allowing the dress she wore to fall as she moved. Only stopping to wiggle her hips as it reached her legs, Karla let it slide down her thighs, pooling around her ankles so that she could step out of it and continue unencumbered.