As he fucked me, he told me what he wanted to do to me. How he wanted there to be a second person in bed with us – a second man to help him take care of me.
I had told him earlier that I needed to be fucked. That once wasn’t going to be enough – I needed that kind of fuck that would result in an orgasm that would leave me feeling wrung out – not wanting more – not able to take more.
I was in a horny, dirty mood – and he knew exactly what I needed.
So while he fucked me every which way I needed, he told me how he knew it would take more than just him to give me exactly what I needed.
How if you were there, how you could take turns fucking me – using me to take what you both wanted. How after fucking me for a while, he would bend me over his knee and spank me as I sucked your cock. And if he didn’t think he was doing a good enough job, how he would suggest you switch places so you could take over. Then when my ass was nice and red, he would encourage you to slide right in and to fuck it hard. He told me how he wanted to fist me in front of you. Fist me and make me cum knowing I would have a strong but quick orgasm. Then he’d want you to fist me figuring I would be ready and able to take you after having just taken him. As you worked your hand into my pussy, he would have me suck him off. After I took care of him and you gave me a second orgasm, he would tell me to make you cum – however and whatever way you wanted.
And I would take care of you – offering you whatever you needed to make you get that finish-off orgasm that you would need. Maybe I would lean you back and get on top – grinding my pussy on your cock. Or instead, I would guide your cock into my ass as I moved slowly up and down on it. Maybe I would bend over the bed, so you could fuck me that way knowing how much you like pounding into me from behind. Trying to find that angle where your cock gets that extra friction as it rubs against my pubic bone. Whatever it would take – whatever you would want – until you cum.
Then we would get into bed – me between you two – with the promise that it would happen again. Because even though I may be done, you both may not be done with me.
You were in bed with us last night….
….even when you weren’t.
Not to say I would kick you out of bed if you had been.