The Hunting Trip V SeXStoRY

Hours seem to pass since John told me go upstairs. I pack up my stuff. Sad that the weekend has to end. Devastated that John and I are more than likely over. I never wanted it to end this way. I never wanted to hurt his wife. Deep down, I did wish he would have left her for me. But I know that would never happen. After my things are shoved in my suitcase, I flop down onto the king size bed and close my eyes. I think about Tiffany kissing me and punishing me. It was so hot. I would have loved for it to continue. I wonder what else she would have done to me had John not interrupted. I imagine what it would have been like, had the situation been different. I fantasize about being with John and Tiffany. I imagine him fucking his wife doggy style as I watch. His balls slapping against her wet pussy as he holds on her hips, pounding his hard cock in and out of her. She moans, her tits bouncing. As I imagine this, I lie on the bed my hands between my legs, playing with my swollen clit. Slowly I enter a finger inside of me, my pussy soaked from my juices. I vigorously finger myself, moaning as I continue fantasizing about the what ifs. I imagine John pulling out of his wife and ramming his cock inside of me, her juices still on his cock. While he fucks me, Tiffany sits on my face. I lick her sweet pussy. Her juices cover my face. My pussy throbs as I imagine this. I enter another finger inside of me. There is not enough room for my fingers to go where I want them with my pants on. I rip off my pants and gyrate my hips as I slowly enter my fingers inside of me one at a time, until I have all four fingers inside of me. Just as I am about to curl my thumb and try to fist myself my fantasy is disturbed by John’s deep angry voice, the voice my father would use on me when I was growing up. “Jesus Christ! Can’t you stop playing with yourself for a minute!” he says sternly. I jump up grabbing my pants, looking around to make sure Tiffany is not in the room. A lump forms in my throat and tears well up in my eyes. “I.. I…am sorry” I stutter my lip quivering. John looks at me concerned, walking over to me he holds out his arms. I run into his arms and start sobbing uncontrollably. He caresses my hair. “Shhh, sshhh. I am sorry babe,” he whispers in my ear. It wasn’t until this moment did the severity of the situation really hit me. This could be bad. I may never see him again. I may have ruined his marriage. She still may kill me yet. He puts his finger under my chin, lifting it, looking me in the eyes, he kisses me sweetly. “Don’t worry babe, it will all be okay. I promise.” “When are we leaving?” I ask. “We can’t leave tonight. It has started to snow. I don’t want to risk driving in this.” I looked out the window. I hadn’t realized that is was snowing. It was dark out. How long had I been up here alone. “So what are we going to do?” I ask. Already pretty sure I know the answer. “Well, baby if you don’t mind, would you go stay in the guest house. Tiff and I still have some stuff to discuss.” He answers. “That is what I figured. Okay.” I say, trying not to cry again. I look away from him quickly and grab my suitcase. He takes me in his arms again, and kisses me passionately. “I promise it will all work out.” ******** I look around the guest house for something to do to pass the time. I find a couple of magazines to look through. I turn on the stereo and put in an Adele CD. I turn it up loud and start belting out “Someone Like You”. I then notice a liquor cabinet. “Please let there be something to drink in there,” I say to myself. It is my lucky day. The first thing I see is an unopened bottle of Amaretto. I grab a glass and pour myself a couple of shots. I curl up on the sofa, sipping my drink, flipping through a magazine, and listening to Adele sing about broken hearts. Suddenly I jump up off the sofa with a start. I must have fallen asl**p, I realize. I hear a thump outside and then someone fumbling with the keys in the lock. I get up and go to the door and open it slowly. There stands John, with a big smile on his face. “What are you doing here?” I ask him. “Tiffany finally fell asl**p, so I thought I would sneak over and spend some time with you.” “Won’t she realize you are gone?” I ask. “No, I am sl**ping in one of the spare rooms.” I step aside and let him in out of the cold. I am not sure what to say or do. His wife is broken hearted and only a few meters away, and here he is with me. I feel so guilty, yet very flattered. “We really shouldn’t do this, John. I think we have done enough to hurt Tiffany already. She will know you are with me if she looks for you.” “She won’t look for me. She is d***k and passed out.” He says. He grabs me and holds me in his arms, kissing my neck. The smell of his Old Spice body wash fills my nose. My pussy begins to throb as his beard chafes my cheek as he slowly rubs his face against my face and kisses me. We kiss passionately, groping at each other, his cock hard beneath his pants. He grinds himself against me, his cock poking into me through our clothes. Still kissing and fondling each other we make our way to the sofa. We pull off each other’s clothes. I sit on him, straddling him. I rub my wet pussy against his cock. He grabs my breasts and bites and licks my nipples. I take his cock in my hands and stroke him, slowly sitting on it. His cock is deep inside of me. He moans and lays back his head as I ride him slowly. We kiss each other as I speed up. I bounce up and down on his cock. He slips in and out of me perfectly, the head of his cock rubbing against my g-spot. I tighten my muscles around his cock, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly as I am about to climax, I feel a shiver go down my spine, and then just as I am about to release myself and squirt all over him, the door flies open. Tiffany stands in the doorway, looking at me, shaking her head in disappointment. John picks me up off of him and throws me aside. I fall to the floor. Tiffany laughs hysterically. “Hey baby, I just wanted to… and… well…” John stutters, trying to come up with some excuse. “Shhhh, just shut up John,” she says placing a finger to her lips. She closes the door behind her and enters the cabin. She takes off her jacket and throws it on the table. Walking towards us she sheds her clothing, one piece at a time, until she is standing in front of me in nothing but her black bra and red underwear. She grabs John and kisses him passionately. I twinge of jealousy overcomes me. I grab my clothes and start to get off the floor. Tiffany puts her foot on my shoulder and pushes me back down to the floor. “I want you to watch this,” she says. “Tiffany, please don’t. You are d***k and upset. Let’s all just get some sl**p and leave in the morning. It is a long drive home.” John says, looking at me for my reaction. “Don’t be silly John. I have read some of her emails to you. She said she wanted to watch you have sex with someone else. Well how about your wife?” She asks in a sarcastic tone. Tiffany pushes John down onto the sofa, removes her red underwear and throws them, making sure they land on me. I can smell her pussy on her underwear. It smells sweet. My pussy tingles as I smell her. Slowly she sits on John, his cock disappears between her ass cheeks, as he slowly enters her asshole. She squirms slightly and he moans as the tightness surrounds his cock. I watch as she bounces up and down on his cock. He moans and she screams, as her huge breasts bounce, and he fucks her ass. Becoming more aroused I take Tiffany’s red underwear and rub them on my pussy. Slowly I masturbate with them, lying down on the floor, my legs spread open, I take the underwear and shove them inside of my pussy. John sees this, his jaw dropping. Tiffany sees the look on John’s face change, and turns to look at me, still riding him, to see the last remnant of her underwear disappear inside of me. Surprisingly she smiles, and kisses John, “You like watching your filthy whore put my underwear inside of her do you?” She asks, grabbing John by the face. “Do you!” she yells. He clears his throat, “Yes I do.” Just at that moment I watch as John’s back arches and his body spasms. Slowly Tiffany stands up, John’s cum dripping out of her ass and sliding down her thigh. John’s cock no longer erect, is covered in his cum and her juices. She bends over him and licks the head of his cock. He moans, and lies there catching his breath. Tiffany stands over me, her pussy glistening from her juices. She grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. She grabs my hair and kisses me with f***e and fury, almost choking me with her tongue. Pulling away, she whispers, “do you like the taste of my asshole, bitch?” John watches, not sure what to do. He starts to get up. “Stay there John. I want to have some more fun.” Tiffany tells him, as she pushes me onto the sofa, next to John. She gets on her knees between my legs and rubs my clit with her thumb. She spits on my pussy, lubricating me more, taking her palm and rubbing in her spit. She enters two fingers inside of me and grabs the red underwear inside of me. She pulls them out slightly. She then buries her face between my legs, licking my clit with vigor. John watches as his wife eats me out. I see his cock become slightly stiff. I grab Tiffany by the hair, pulling her face up to mine, and I kiss her f***efully. John rubs himself, his cock standing at attention. He strokes himself, watching as Tiffany pulls away from my grasp and buries her face once more into my pussy. She grabs the underwear inside of me with her teeth. Slowly she pulls them out. She rubs them between her legs, soaking them even more with her juices. She looks at me and winks, and shoves the underwear in John’s mouth. He smiles gleefully, sucking on the underwear, tasting the mixture of mine and Tiffany’s juices. Tiffany stands and grabs my hand, and gestures for John to follow. Still naked, she opens the door, the cold air hits us with f***e. I watch John’s cock become small once more. My nipples become erect. “What you doing Tiff?” John asks. “Well I thought we could use a bit of fresh air. But John you can grab your clothes if you like. Oh and grab the camera in my pocket and the glass dildo out of the freezer. I am sure we still keep a glass dildo in here, don’t we?” she says. Still holding my hand she pulls me out into the cold. We are both naked and froze. e****ting me down the steps of the balcony, she pushes me into the snow. The cold wet snow hits my senses like an electric shock. Tiffany flops down next to me, and kisses me and holds me, we use our body heat to warm up. She rubs my pussy with the palm of her hand, using her other hand to guide mine to her inner thigh. I feel the warmth of her pussy radiate on my hand. I slowly spread open her pussy lips and rub her clit. She jumps as I take a handful of snow and rub her pussy with it. She squirms and moans as the cold wet snow mixes with her warm wet pussy juice. There is a flash from the camera as John stands over us taking pictures. He throws the glass dildo to me, taking it I spread open Tiffany’s legs and ram the cold glass inside of her. She squirms, moaning as I fuck her with it. Her pussy drips, melting the snow beneath her. John continues flashing the camera. I feel Tiffany tighten around the dildo, making it harder for me to pull in and out of her. She arches her back and her body quakes with desire. Her muscles start to relax, I pull the dildo out of her one last time as she squirts, her warm liquid leaving a track in the snow. She relaxes, her breathing rapid. She begins to shake as the cold takes over. I grab her hand and help her up. We run quickly to the warmth of the cabin, heading straight for the bed, we get under the covers and hold each other using our body heat once more. John slowly saunters in behind us, replaying the pictures he just took. ******* The sun peaks into the bedroom, waking me up. I roll over and the bed is empty. I must have been dreaming, I think to myself. What an awesome dream. Then in walks Tiffany wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet from the shower. She smiles at me and winks. I smile back at her sl**pily. Ok, maybe it wasn’t a dream. She removes the towel and wraps it around her head to dry her hair. She stands in front of me naked. Again my pussy throbs and drips. I really am insatiable. She walks towards me, sitting down on the bed she runs her fingers through my hair. “I like you,” she says to me laughing. “I never thought I could like the woman who is sl**ping with my husband, but you brought something out in me that had been lost.” I look at her blankly, not sure what to say. “I have talked to John, and we have decided that we are going to give it another try. I was ready to leave his cheating ass, but I think I will give him another chance,” she states. My heart sinking as I hear her say it, knowing that this is surely going to be the last time I see John. She then continues, “but we want to keep you.” “Keep me?” I ask her, shocked. “I am not an a****l. You can’t keep me.” “Oh but you can be our pet. I know so much about you and your twisted fantasies. You have no idea,” she states, a smile forming in the corner of her mouth. “You are looking for a couple to own you. I know that much. I don’t know what that entails, but if it means I can taste your sweet pussy on a regular basis, then I am all for it.” “I have to think about this. I have to talk to John,” I state. She bends over and kisses my forehead. “You do what you need to,” Tiffany says, caressing my cheek.