Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd - Sex Stories

Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd

... nice mouthful. I may not be as practiced at this as she, but I remember what she did to me, and soon, she is begging me to stop. I don't; even after she climaxes, I keep my tongue running over her sensitive, tormented, and engorged little sex organ.

I see Gupta grinning gleefully, enjoying his wife’s torment, then he moves behind me and thrusts his cock inside my pouting cunt; I moan in delight. Parinda is still begging for me to stop when she suddenly bucks into the air, her whole body tensing and shaking as a heart-rending scream leaves her mouth and an enormous orgasm rips through her body. Gupta slides out of me, pushes me to one side, and mounts his wife, unloading his seed deep inside of her grateful pussy.

Not to be outdone, I strap her dildo to myself and pounce on her when Gupta withdraws.

Positioned to gain entry to her treasure chest, I push the dummy cock into her so-red pussy. It is such a strange sensation, using a cock instead of having it used on me! I pound her from the start, going deeper into her than she did to me, not banging against anything; she is taking all ten inches – amazing. This is hard work, though. Who would have thought of men having to work for sex?

I relent as another orgasm engulfs her trembling body. I was lying down beside her, leaning over and kissing her passionately.Gupta releases her bonds, and she tosses a leg over me, pushing me onto my back and kissing me long and hard.

Gupta rolls us both over across the bed, still ...

... entwined together, and deftly straps us together. He pulls us forcibly together, our breasts squashed into each other. He hauls us off the bed, instructing us to stand still and not utter a sound. Parinda forces her mouth back onto mine; I think she knows what will happen.

Slap, slap, slap, Parinda pushes into me with each stroke of the paddle across her buttock. Now it's my turn as Gupta turns the paddle on me, slap, slap, slap. Parinda and I keep our mouths planted together partly in pleasure, mainly to stop us from screaming. Gupta continues his attack on our now tender and glowing buttocks. We feel relief as he stops.

"Next time, do not neglect me," he grumps. He releases our bonds, and we fall onto the bed, still in each other's arms.

We rest awhile, wrapped together. I glance at the clock; they still have ninety minutes of my time. I hadn’t noticed, but Gupta had left the room. When he re-enters, he is dressed and carrying a small box.

“I have a small gift for you, my dear. Please open your legs for me,” Gupta instructs.

Mystified, I do as I am told. Out of the box comes an egg-shaped object which he deftly pushes into my pussy, deep as he can. “Now you can get dressed,” he says.

“Can I shower first?” I ask.

“Of course, just don’t lose the egg.” Then he presses a button on a remote, and the egg quivers inside me. I wriggle as I walk to the bathroom, leaving the en suite to Parinda. The quivering stops, and I shower and dress in peace; they come out ...