Happy Sexy Saturday my loves! Here, finally, is part 3 of my little story for you. If you missed Part 1 or Part 2, check them out so you can experience the whole sexy extravaganza. And now for the good stuff…enjoy!
I began to doze off….calm, happy, and completely spent. At least that’s what I thought…
I woke and it seemed to be a few hours later. I was a bit dazed, chilly, and could hear whispering. I sat up slightly and could see the trailer door open. “Time to get dressed, Princess. We have things to do.” I wasn’t awake enough to respond vocally so I rolled out of bed and started to dress. I had no idea what time it was. Midnight maybe? I put on a cute jean skirt and tank top and headed outside.
The plan was to meet up with a bunch of friends and go dancing but I felt there was something else. Someone had a secret. Guess tonight might still be interesting!
All of the bars in the area are typically patio bars with indoor/outdoor seating. We went to one right on the beach. Perfect, I needed to breathe some ocean air. I was still in a sleepy sex coma from all the action. Fortunately, my friends know how to wake me up. Before I knew it, there was a tequila shot in my hand. I have no clue why tequila wakes me up, but it does!
We took over the dance area outside near the sand. The breeze brought the waves crashing in and after a few shots, I was feeling extremely happy and flirty. I have a hard time putting a leash on my flirtiness but my friends keep an eye out for me. They always joke about how they don’t want me to get kidnapped and sold as a sex slave. Something about me always attracts people especially when I am on a high like I am tonight. It can be overwhelming, but I am feeling good. Everyone is dancing, drinking, and loving on each other. By this point, I had lost track of how many drinks I had and was just enjoying myself. I don’t get drunk, but I certainly had one heck of a buzz from the tequila, the ocean air, and the energy from everyone around me.
I felt a hand on my arm and when I looked, it was Wife. She leaned in, kissed me, and champagne bubbles exploded in my mouth. I giggled and from behind me, Husband bit into my neck where it meets my shoulder. Oh no. He hit a trigger. My heart instantly started racing. Wife and I started dancing and before I knew it, I had a champagne flute in my hand. Wife leaned in and said, “Happy Birthday Princess. It’s all about you.”
From behind, husband grabbed me by the waist. When I leaned my head back, he planted a deep slow kiss on me. I stood there, tasting him, enjoying it when I suddenly felt Wife in front of me. She lifted my tank top and gently began fondling my breasts. My mind went into hyper drive. We’re in the middle of a dance floor!!! We can’t play here!! I felt Husband’s hand go up to my throat and I let go. I forgot the world. Wife’s tongue was circling my nipples, flicking them and once in a while she would grab them between her teeth and pull. I could barely breathe as my desire was building. My eyes were closed, but I could see the lights from the dance floor penetrating my eyelids. Husband continued dancing his tongue with mine as Wife kissed my breasts, my tummy, my sides.
Nothing mattered but the sensations I was feeling. Being made love to outside in the cool breeze with the energy of 200 people around me was amazing. I love the foreplay, the sensuous touching, the feeling of being loved. Having someone concentrate on every inch of my body was breathtaking to say the least. It’s in my nature to feel wanted and this weekend was everything I needed.
Suddenly, I felt Husband’s hand leave my waist and move down to my pussy. He cupped me in his hand and squeezed. I was wet, hot, and already quivering. I wasn’t wearing panties so it was easy for him to press a finger between my lips. He spread my legs more with his hand. The heat of his body felt good in contrast to the chilly air. But it also was teasing the hell out of me and my clit began throbbing for attention. He pushed his fingers inside of my wetness in slow and fast thrusts as Wife took over kissing me. Nothing mattered but us. I could hear the music around us, but it felt farther away than it really was. I was letting go completely on a dance floor surrounded by friends and strangers and my heart was pounding.
Waves of excitement passed through my body as I bit my lip and moaned in ecstasy. In my head it sounded loud, but I know the music and the crowd drown out any sounds I may be making. Again, I felt bubbles tickling my mouth and throat. Wife was kissing me with just a sip of champagne in her mouth. She tasted so sweet. It must have been moscato. I was completely engulfed in sensations. Husband had my skirt slid up enough that I could feel his cock throbbing through his shorts against my ass. He went back to biting deep into my neck as his hands moved up to my breasts to allow Wife to rub my clit with her strong little hands and fingers. i reached back to stroke his cock. All I could think about was having him deep inside of me. I needed him inside of me!
I bent at the waist slightly and rubbed my ass up and down his cock. I was going to get him inside of me and I wanted it right on the dance floor. I wanted to feel the beat of the music in my chest, the energy of the crowd in my head, and Husband’s cock deep in my dripping pussy. I was jerked back hard with his hand on my throat. I straightened up and could feel his cock, out of his shorts, against my ass. Wife was still kissing me from lips to nips, and the three of us danced to the rhythm of whatever was blasting out onto the dance floor. I felt Husband’s cock move between my legs and I tried not to bend forward to angle it inside of me. If I moved just enough, his hand tightened on my throat. The anticipation was killing me.
The breeze picked up and it seemed louder on the beach dance floor, maybe it was because my heart was beating in my head. I felt like I was spinning, I was so worked up and horny, buzzing from the alcohol, and picking up adrenalin from the crowd and the fact that I was literally having sex on the dance floor. Just as my thoughts started to get away from me I gasped as Husband slid his cock into my hot, wet pussy. I was so ready for cock my pussy had lubricated itself and he slid right in. He held me tight from behind and moved in and out of me in fast, hard bursts while Wife got more aggressive biting my lip and drawing a slight trickle of blood as she massaged my tits with her strong grip. I was going to cum and I was going to cum hard. My whole body was electrified, I felt everything. I felt Husband’s cock throbbing inside of me, the sea spray in the breeze, the pounding of the bass, the pulse in Wife’s hands. Every cell in my body was happy and alive.
It was then that he whispered in my ear, “You’re going to cum for me and you’re going to be dripping with our sex the rest of the night. Do you understand?” I shook my head yes. With that my muscles contracted, the head of his cock grew, and we both exploded into an orgasm like no other. He kept pumping into me as I rode out the orgasmic wave. When it was over, he pulled out slowly and I could feel the wetness on my inner thigh. Wife reached down and patted my pussy, rubbing our cum on my lips and clit. She then brought her fingers to her lips and licked our seed from each finger while looking in my eyes. I was breathless.
The songs slowed and we walked from the dance floor. I was presented with more tequila. I just wanted to enjoy yet another sex coma, but this party was going to last all night and into the morning, and I was going to savor every minute of it.