Sharon's Tale Chapter 1: Beginnings - Sex Stories

Sharon's Tale Chapter 1: Beginnings

... wonderful weapon slides over my G-spot on every upstroke. He stoked my fires, urging me to take all he could offer. We orgasm together in harmony and satisfaction. He grunts as I keep riding him while he empties himself inside of me again. I scream and moan as this orgasm shows no sign of relenting. But it does, and I fall off him to lie there staring at the ceiling, feeling his seed run out of me and warming my bottom.

Colin wakes me from my vacant staring.

“Up you get, you have a husband to meet,” he smiles.

I stand up, stretch my arms above my head, and pop my aching back.

“That is an awesome body you have; everything is in the right place. Men would die to have a bit of that,” Colin says.

“Sooner they paid than died,” I blurt out. “No, sorry, I didn’t mean that; that sounded awful,” I stammer embarrassingly.

Colin laughs it off and walks into the living room, “I will use the bathroom; you can have the ensuite,” he calls over his shoulder.

Slipping off the bed and finally removing my suspender belt, stockings, and shoes. How did they stay on?

I luxuriate under the warm running water, soaking some sense into my befuddled head. What a great time! I certainly have a tale to tell; Ken will be pleased and wonder if he will want me to do it again. He hasn't said much about the future.

Wait till I see Ken. I think as I wander into the living area, a towel wrapped around me. I freeze in place, Ken? What’s Ken doing here?

“Hello darling, don’t I get a ...

... kiss?” he innocently asks.

I am frozen in place. Ken walks toward me, kisses me deeply, then whispers in my ear, “I love you,” and leads me to sit beside him on the sofa; Colin is opposite us. I look from one to the other, bewildered.

"What's going on?" I eventually stammer.

"I'll let you explain," says Colin, looking at Ken.

Ken starts talking as Colin wanders off to get us some drinks.

"Colin is one of my clients; he owns this hotel and is involved in banking and manufacturing. He was in the office that day you came to pick me up for lunch a few months back. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, and I think his comment was, 'That's someone I could show a good time.' I grinned at him and said I could arrange that."

Colin interrupted; "I thought he meant you were a prostitute and said as much. When he told me you were his wife, I nearly died."

Ken continued. "I went on to explain our fantasy."

"Your fantasy," I interrupted.

"True, and perhaps we could all benefit if he was interested. Of course, he was. It just took a while to arrange a suitable excuse to come here. What better time than your birthday," he continued.

I looked from one to the other again and laughed. “You bastards."

Ken grins. "Yeah, but that's our first tick in the box."

We sat there drinking and chatting, the three of us, with me still in my towel, well into the evening when Colin piped up.

“Thinking of your ideas to have a bit of fun, I might have a proposition for you,” ...