Peter, Paul and Mary - Sex Stories

Peter, Paul and Mary

I finished cleaning my teeth and went to join Paul in bed. I left the cover slightly off and rolled over, rubbing my hand on his sadly soft cock.

"Hmm?" Paul mumbled.

"I think I want to feel you inside my baby maker," I whispered, "make love to me." I rubbed his cock through his PJ bottoms and slipped my hand through the opening and held his cock, slowly wanking him.

"Not tonight Mary, I am knackered," Paul said and rolled onto his side.

I could remember the days when we shagged two or three times a day. When I used to wear panty liners just to soak up his spunk. His desires had waned, mine were the same. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel him stretch my fanny, I wanted to feel his balls on my thigh, I wanted his pubic mound to crush my clitoris.

I lay back and parted my legs. There was no choice, it had to be self-service. I didn't care if it disturbed Pauls sleep, I wanted to come. I eased my labia apart and ran my finger gently along my valley, circling my vagina and then slowly back up to brush against my clitoris, ooh that was nice. A little jolt and the warmth started. I licked my lips with my tongue and moved back down to my entrance, circling and then dipping my finger gently inside, my nail grazing the little scar tissue of my G spot.

I was pretty sure I was murmuring and mumbling and definitely groaning in pleasure, I didn't care, Paul had his chance and had rebuffed me. I moved my finger around, stretching my fanny, feeling the moistness ...

... increase as my arousal grew. I rotated my hand back, finger leaving me, my fanny feeling empty and needy, and I found my clitoris once more. A light dab. Then a heavier more pressing one, and then a light one again.

Oh God, I was so close, closer than I had thought. My crotch was feeling like a cauldron of fire, flames full of electric made their way to my nipples and to my toes, I rubbed my little button again, and again, harder, then softly.

"Fuck!" My orgasm erupted and I arched my back, my whole body spasming as waves of pain and pleasure coursed through me. God that was a big one. I relaxed back into the bed.

"Really?" Paul said as he plumped his pillow.

"You had first refusal darling," I said as I pulled the covers over me, sure I would sleep well. As I was just going into the land of slumber, I realised our bedroom door was partially open, I guess Paul hadn't pulled it to when he came in after me. Oh well.

Paul wasn't in bed when I awoke in the morning. I threw the cover back and headed to the ensuite. I took my negligee off and dropped it in the hamper, turned the shower on, and as the water warmed I sat on the loo.

As I washed, my fingers rubbed into my sex, of course, and memories of last nights orgasm danced in my head. Oh why wouldn't Paul? Why wasn't he interested? Was he having an affair? All kinds of thoughts played in my mind as I cleansed. As I got out of the shower something caught the corner of my eye, I looked around but couldn't see ...