Another Invitation
For the whole week after that insane birthday party, Natalie and her husband Andrew lived in a state of unrelenting, thick arousal. Every detail of that night replayed in their minds hundreds of times, but what turned them both on most was that one word, which had now firmly entered their intimate vocabulary. The word “fuck.” There was no fake romance or softness in it. It captured the very essence: those men hadn’t simply made love to her — they had fucked her, confidently, hard, like true insatiable males, subjugating her body completely. And the awareness of it had Natalie soaking through with rich slickness in the middle of her workday.
Not one to put things off, the couple decided to repeat the experience and invite Victor and his friend Owen over the very next weekend, under the innocent pretext of “watching a movie.” The men understood everything without extra words.
The screen of the huge television hanging in the big living room above the fireplace threw wavering bluish glints across the room. Natalie and her two guests settled on the wide, soft couch. Natalie sat exactly in the middle, feeling on her skin the dense heat radiating from the men. Andrew took a place slightly apart, in a deep armchair, legs crossed, holding his breath in anticipation of the spectacle.
For this evening Natalie had chosen a short house robe of the thinnest silk. It barely reached mid-thigh and didn’t do much to conceal her smooth, rounded legs, and the deep neckline kept falling open with every movement, baring the full, heavy hemispheres of her breasts, the nipples already primed to harden.
Victor carefully poured dark, aromatic wine into the glasses and dimmed the lights, sinking the living room into an intimate, electric half-dark. Natalie took her first sip, feeling the familiar intoxicating heat spread through her veins, while the men at her sides no longer took their hungry, heavy gazes off her bare knees.
Tender Touches
Victor and Owen worked in concert, without fuss. As if on an invisible signal, both men lowered their big, hot palms onto her bare knees at the same moment. Natalie instantly went still; her breath caught, and she shivered convulsively. Her inner shyness and habitual reserve had not yet fully left her — the thought that right now, before her husband’s eyes, these two were going to fuck her again made her heart hammer wildly in her chest.
But the men were in no hurry. Their touches were surprisingly gentle, soft and unhurried. Slowly, soothingly, they stroked her smooth skin, palms climbing a little higher up her thighs, giving her time to grow used to that dense male heat.
Under that tender assault Natalie gradually relaxed. The tension in her body gave way to a thick, languorous heaviness. She took a deep breath, letting the silk robe fall teasingly further open across her thighs.
Sensing the change, the men grew bolder: Victor wrapped his free arm softly around her shoulders, drawing her in, while Owen leaned closer, scorching her neck with his hot breath. The game in which her shyness slowly burned away under other men’s hands had begun.
Rising Temptation
The men kept up their unhurried pace, gradually kindling in Natalie that same primal blaze. Their big, strong palms slid up from her thighs, working under the thin fabric of the silk robe. The fabric fell open obediently, and their hands settled on her magnificent, full breasts at the same instant.
The caresses were unbelievably tender and syrupy. They kneaded her ripe flesh slowly, tracing springy circles with their fingers, making Natalie’s large nipples harden instantly with pleasure. With their free hands they went on gently stroking her slender, smooth legs, moving up from the knees toward the innermost line of her thighs, where hot, sticky wetness was already seeping through the thin lace of her underwear. The flimsy house robe was no obstacle at all — it only rustled teasingly with every movement.
Natalie sighed quietly, richly; her head fell back against the couch, her eyes half-closing under the rolling languor. From his armchair Andrew clearly heard the rustle of silk, his wife’s moist breathing, and the muffled, broken moans escaping her swollen lips. Yet he made not a single sound. He clamped his fingers tighter on the armrests, holding his breath, diligently pretending to be absorbed in the movie — though his own groin was already throbbing at the incredible sight.
The First Invasion
Gradually the tender caresses gave way to more insistent, commanding movements. Victor gently caught Natalie by the chin, turned her toward him, and claimed her lips in a deep, syrupy kiss. Natalie sighed richly right into his mouth, feeling her head spin from the blend of shame and mad desire. She gave herself to the kiss completely, tangling her tongue with his.
At the same time Owen carefully but decisively spread her smooth, rounded legs apart. The thin silk slid off her shoulders at last, baring her ripe, golden body in the flickering bluish light of the TV screen. His hot palm slipped under the lace panties, already soaked through with aching wetness. Owen’s fingers settled surely onto her swollen, aching mound and began teasing her clit.
“O-o-oh…” Natalie moaned, loud and languid, unable to hold back, breaking the kiss with Victor and arching her lower back.
Her firm, heavy breasts swayed seductively, and her fingers dug convulsively into the shoulders of the men on either side. Drunk, wanton, she spread her legs even wider, opening herself fully to their hands.
In his armchair, Andrew could no longer keep his heavy, ragged breathing quiet. He sat motionless, but his gaze was riveted to every movement of other men’s hands on his wife’s body, heart skipping as he waited for these males to start fucking her.
Double Captivity
Breaking the kiss, Victor confidently drew her lace panties down, freeing her hot body from the last of its clothing. Natalie lay on the couch between the men completely naked, slender legs sprawled, breathing loud and broken. The glints of the fireplace and the screen beautifully outlined her full breasts and rounded hips, which were already trembling visibly with anticipation.
Owen wasted no time. He quickly threw off his trousers, freeing a thick, engorged shaft that pulsed springily in the half-dark of the living room. Settling between her widely parted legs, he braced his hot head against her juicy, seeping folds. Natalie exhaled convulsively, feeling the red-hot flesh teasingly crushing her aching entrance.
Victor, meanwhile, rose up and positioned himself right before her face, bringing his rigid cock to her swollen lips. Obediently, without a word, Natalie opened her mouth and smoothly drew him in to the very base, savoring the thick bulk of him and closing her eyes at the pleasure washing over her.