Indistinguishable Gentlemen

All I could hear, as hard as I tried, was the increasing pulse of my own heartbeat as it matched the pace of my approaching orgasm. It was like the thunderous giant bass drum that drowned out any other voices and noises I was trying to hear, so that it might help me to distinguish and decipher who my beautiful assailants were. Before the room went dark and mute because of the secure blindfold and soft, spongy earplugs, my wonderfully deviant husband also tied me to the hotel bed nekkid. All I could see in the dimly candle lit room was his more than usual mischievous smile and the high salute of his majestic cock as it stood off the side of his dark muscular frame like the long lance of a Knight.

The funniest part about all this was that our getaway was sponsored by our beautiful children as an anniversary gift, but we’ll be sure to leave out the juicy parts when they inquire how our Caribbean adult-only trip was. There definitely will be very few pictures, considering there were no cameras permitted and that most people were nude the majority of the time, the exceptions being when dining. We spent an inordinate amount of time either in the surf or in the cabanas drinking many exotic island recipes and “meeting” many similar types of people. The debaucheries were mostly, and I use that word loosely, flirtatious as we rode that delicious line precariously most days, but on our last night, my husband stated that he had something special planned for us in our room. Our room was exceptional, with big sweeping balconies that opened up to the beach and allowed the sea breezes and the sounds of the rolling surf to create the perfect island ambiance, but it also wasn’t uncommon to be or find voyeurs outside on the beach openly seeing into the wide open suites at all hours of the day or night. So you can imagine how the large amounts of libations and such helped to cure us of what little inhibitions we might have still had; I say as he ties me to the large ornate four-posted bed.

I was completely comfortable as he made sure that I would be and was more than suspicious by the earplugs, but exceedingly more curious. I wiggled into the plush bedding, all giddy with anticipation, and I was already wet when I felt the hot breath on my nether lips. My mind was racing as I tried to tell by the size of the hands on the inside of my thighs spreading my legs open like butterfly wings and as they traced down the inside of them to then pull my silky lips apart as their tongue just fluttered lightly over my already engorged clit taking specific care not to touch me with anything but their tongue. That made it more difficult to determine who, and anything else for that matter, was quickly filling my well. I could feel my juices overflowing down over and in between my flayed parts. I found myself undulating while hoping desperately for more; more contact, more penetration, more everything. So imagine my surprise when I felt the hot wax from the candle fall onto my nekkid breasts. The sensation was excruciatingly perfect as it must have fallen from just the right height and had my mind racing because the fluttering of my clit hadn’t missed a beat. I tried all my senses to determine if we had company, but even the candles were island scented and made my nose just as helpless as my blindfolded eyes and muffled ears. The drops continued to perfectly torture my flesh and my nipples as they hardened to crack their new molds. When the fluttering stopped, my hips rolled desperately for whatever was coming next and when I felt a heavy cock slap down on my clit and the heated wax raindrop trail down my heaving stomach and the inside of my thighs I opened my legs and presented myself with a begging whimper.

When his cock pushed into me and forced me to accommodate it, I desperately tried to distinguish whose cock it was but embarrassingly enough I was too wet to tell if it were different. The hands that picked up my bottom so that his angle was flawless were strong, but soft and manicured and equally indistinguishable as he filled me completely and raked against my G-spot. He would pull all the way out each time so that I would have to again and again stretch to accommodate him which was perfectly bratty like my husband, but when I felt the feather like strokes down the inside of my trapped arms and around my bobbing breast and then down my sides and hips to inside my groin as they traced the inside of my thighs, I came in excitement because those strong hands were still holding up my hips and ass before he put me down and that satiating cock withdrew completely leaving me wanting again. I was a wet mess and felt like my pussy was like a gaping coy and when I tried to close my legs those strong hands held my thighs open wide as once again I felt a hot promising breath coming in for a kiss on my nether lips. This time, the kiss wasn’t fleeting as I felt what I could only imagine to be my husband’s soft, bristly whiskers as his mouth spread and ate me hungrily. Oh yes this was him and as I was already crying out loud in celebration, my mouth was met by an intimidating yet pleasant surprise as another pair of strong hands lovingly cupped my face as this giant cock was slowly guided into my hungry gullet.

I filled my husband’s substantial flavor saver of a beard just then as I opened wide to swallow as much of this cock as I could. Obviously I knew it wasn’t my husbands but there was something familiar about it and it was something more than the fact that it tasted like my delicious pussy. I ate hungrily as if it would help me to be able to tell more about its owner, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. So I ate and choked just enough to where I felt his heavy balls tap my chin and if the night couldn’t have gotten better, my husband filled my pussy again. Oh, how his delicious curve knows me so as he went to work at robbing my mind. Luckily, one of my earplugs became loose when the strong hands cupped my head, but I still couldn’t distinguish anything between all our happy sounds. He hammered away like only he can and I was already coming on his cock when I heard him begging for more as he hammered unimaginably faster, and that is when I heard his deep demanding permission in “now James”. Just then it all became so clear and I felt the tease of his pre-come at the back of my mouth and knowing what I believed to be, I sucked his cock harder and deeper, the way you only do for someone that you love. I wanted him to come in my mouth and hoped to be able to swallow all of his gifts as I thrust my head, taking him into my throat, and like as if on a timer, we all came at once. I came when I heard my husband’s beautiful bellows and just as James was filling my belly with his sweet, warm seed.

Completely spent, we all seemed to deflate into one big, sweaty heaving single heartbeat as I felt my restraints removed and we all kissed and confessed all our deepest knowing love, and as I was pulling up my blindfold to see and capture everything I already knew, I was gently rocked awake. I woke up to my husband’s beautiful blue eyes and dimpled smile as he snuggled in close. He had an inquiring look as he pressed his morning wood into me and asked if I thought we had time. He was waking me because we had to get ready to leave on our trip that the kids got for us, and he was hoping that we had time for a quickie before we left. Already ready, wet and horny as all get out, he crawled between my thighs and kissed my neck so that we both could avoid our morning breaths as his morning appreciation knocked at my already weakened doors. As he reached down under us to spread my doors and found me already wet for him, he also planted on me that he had just gotten a text from his brother James stating that he might be able to make a quick layover on the island to rendezvous with us. “Oooh, good,” was what he heard as I used my legs to pull him deep into me.

Happy Hump Day!!