My Unintentional Threesome Part One - Sex Stories

My Unintentional Threesome Part One

... between his body and his polyester workout trunks until I found his cock. Oh. My. GOD!

It was about as thick as a Red Bull can, and was warm and would twitch when I gripped it. It wasn’t the longest cock I had ever held, but it had serious girth, so much girth that despite being hard, it was weighed down and still dangled low as he stood there. As my hand went gently up, down, and around his shaft, he heard me quietly groaning as I was gently kissing and running my tongue along his neck, and I know he could feel my heart beating faster and faster.

His hands had been splitting time between my waist and my ass cheeks, and my pussy was now in full pucker mode as I was handling his dick. He would pull my ass cheeks apart through my panties, then wedge a couple of fingers right along the ruched seam that ran down the middle of the derriere, and poke them into my pussy through the fabric, which is essentially what I do to myself all night every night while I’m in bed. It felt great having someone else’s hands doing the dirty work.

The entire vibe made me think that this must be what it’s like for married couples in love. There were no animal instincts on display. We were just cuddling, fondling, and kissing each other lovingly. He seemed to be calmed down at this point, so I kissed him deeply and whispered,

“Should we take this party inside now? I’m enjoying this whole husband/wife dynamic, but the more you pull my ass cheeks apart and stick fingers in there, and ...

... the more I fondle your fat cock under your shorts, the more I want to lay down with you instead of standing out here.”

He smiled and said, “I mean, we could if you want, but how about I turn off the back porch light, put on some music, and grab us a couple of glasses of white wine and a joint? Would you be into that, Katie?”

He leaned in to kiss me after saying that, and I was in no position to refuse his suggestion, so I agreed. He went inside to grab some things, and as he entered the door, he turned the porch light off. I quickly hopped into my car and checked my makeup. It was hot outside, and I didn’t want black mascara or anything else dripping down my face. I was good, so I just finished my drink, freshened up my lipstick, winked and blew myself a kiss, lit up a cigarette, and put a mint in what I’ll contend is the smallest skirt pocket in the world.

When I’m on a secret random sex escapade, and am dressed up all girly, looking to get laid and suck cock, there are times when the gravity of everything I’m doing will hit me, and those feelings can either be extremely exhilarating or extremely frightening. It often happens immediately after I’ve looked into a mirror and seen myself. Such a moment occurred when I blew myself a kiss before getting out of the car.

The inner dialogue in those mental gravitational moments is usually a series of questions that I ask myself. Here are a few examples, and for the record, my inner voice is literally the sluttiest, most ...