MY LADY WANTS ME TO KISS HER WHILE ANOTHER MAN IS HAVING HER

“Of course I could handle that, given the right circumstances,” I replied looking forward to another of her kinky sexual challenges.

“Tell me more, explain what the right circumstances might be?”

“There would need to be a quid pro quo, something of equal value for me. Could you handle that?”

“Of course I could handle that,” she replied as we kissed passionately. Teasing me for days in the lead up, both of us knowing from experience what was to come can be a massive turn-on, which it was for days. Both of us confident and experienced enough, to build anticipation for each other, no rush. I learnt long ago anticipation is not the precursor to pleasure; anticipation is pleasure itself.

On the Wednesday night she told me she had organised her new man for this Saturday night, intent on building the sexual tension for both of us as she seduced me. Teasing me and herself while we were fucking, telling me in a stentorian voice,“I want you to kiss me, passionately while another man is fucking me this Saturday night.” Asking me in the afterglow with a wicked smile, “Could you handle that, kissing me while another man is fucking me?”

Responding blithely, “Of course I could handle that,” as I watched her compose a text message to her mystery new lover, ME AND MY MAN ARE GOOD FOR SATURDAY XXX, then send it.

The anticipation of passionately kissing my lady while another man was fucking her was a wonderful turn on and an aphrodisiac for both of us in the days leading up. I was trying to imagine what type of man my lady had organised. Knowing my lady’s preferences from previous encounters I envisaged a younger man with huge cock.

A few days before the event I asked my lady if she could tell me about the man she had organised, “Can you tell me about the man you are going to fuck while I kiss you passionately? What type of man have you organised. Knowing your preferences as I do, I envisage a younger man, an alpha male with a huge cock.” At the time we were both naked, tongue kissing as part of our foreplay before we fucked.

“Perhaps a younger man, just as you suggest, an alpha male with a huge cock, even bigger than yours. Is that what you want? Is that what your preference? Or would that be a threat to you? Or would it be a turn on for you? A kinky turn on,” she teased as I slid my erection into her, kissing her passionately at the same time.

Telling her, “You know watching a younger man with huge cock, even bigger than me fucking you would be a turn on for me. A huge turn on.”

“So pleased you are comfortable with the idea of a younger man with a huge cock, even bigger than you, more impressive than you turning us both on.” Teasing me non-committingly, “Though I may have other options. Now fuck me while we both fantasise about a new man fucking me while you to kiss me, passionately.”

On the Friday night my lady showed me a new text message on her phone, I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT RUNNING MY THUMB TIPS OVER YOUR BEAUTIFUL ALMOST BALD SOFT LIPS, before she took great delight in telling me with a wicked, almost cruel smile, “Tomorrow night I want you to kiss me, passionately while another man is fucking me. I have organised a quid pro quo, something of equal value for you.