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Please also read the other ones, preferably in the order in which they are published (the order in which they are listed on the site). Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer - doalfer@hotmail.com Third Party Liability (F/MM, wife) By Jennifer Doalfer Copyright 2000 Note: Comments regarding the background for the story can be found in my publishing diary on my site www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/doalfer/www Third Party liability. In the first years after I met Poul we went to an annual conference for doctors. We weren't able to go as delegates, but instead went as part of the staff organising the event. It was rather expensive to attend the conference, and as we weren't then working at the private hospitals as we do now, we couldn't get the hospital to pay and we couldn't afford to pay for ourselves either. By working there during the conference we could attend most of the lectures, or at least read the transcripts and mingle with the experienced doctors. We were very ambitious in those days. There was a core of the same staff attending these conferences each year. We had already been to several conferences and were now part of the 'in' crowd, the nucleus of the staff. A lot of partying went on amongst the staff, who more often than not, weren't allowed to attend the major functions. Many of the staff had short conference romances, sometimes with the delegates and sometimes with the temporary staff who were usually employed locally. The conference took place in Albu Feira in Southern Portugal, on the coast of Algarve. It was such a lovely place that many of the staff had decided to take their holidays in continuation of the conference, in that way getting the transport to a superb holiday resort for nothing and also benefiting from the low conference rates for the rooms. Poul and I had already booked our room a long time ahead, but our friend Igor had only decided to stay on during the conference, and now had the problem that there was no vacant room for him for the last night before his flight home. He was a good friend of ours, so it didn't take much discussion between Poul and me, before we agreed to invite him to spend the last night in our room. I think Igor was having a relationship with one of the delegates (probably the same one he was with the previous year), because we didn't see him much during the actual conference, except during working hours when he seemed rather exhausted. But after she left, a few days after the conference had finished, we spent a lot of time with Igor, who really was a dear friend. He was a good bit older than us, but very attractive and very popular and being a member of the core staff, attended most of the conferences with both staff and delegates. I knew he fancied me because he kept teasing me all the time and jokingly making lewd remarks, both directly to me, and also often to Poul, but in such a way that I could always hear them. That last night, all of us who stayed on had decided to have a dance at the beach. There was a dance bar on the beach, which shut at midnight, but we had arranged our own ghettoblaster, crates of wine and a huge fire for later. I had put on my very small G-string bikini in preparation for a swim at the beach afterwards, and just a thin skirt and stole to be somewhat covered for the dance bar. There was a fantastic atmosphere. All of us were good friends, we all had had quite a bit to drink, and the air was heavy with sex. Lots of the conference romances had ended when the delegates or the other party went home, as some were not able to stay as long as the rest of us. When the bar closed and we remained on the beach; new alliances had already been formed for the last night's celebration. It wasn't long before the first girls had removed their blouses and were dancing topless on the beach to the tunes popular that summer. I had shed my skirt and stole, but not my top. I wasn't quite as drunk as some of the other girls, and, as Igor kept asking me to dance, I thought it would be just a bit too provocative, or at least, would be sending a wrong signal if I had removed it. However, Poul kept playing with my bikini. It was made up of triangles held up by thin string- like straps, and the material would easily slide sideways with these straps. Either he would squeeze the material together to create a thin line of material, only just covering my nipples, or he would slide it so far to one side that a nipple would almost slip out. "Poul," I complained, "if you continue like that I might just as well not be wearing anything!" "Wrong," he replied. "This is so much more sexy." He had just collected the front of the bikini bottom to a one-inch-wide strip of material not really covering anything. "Sure it is. But so will Igor and all the others think that, and I'll have them crawling all over me for the rest of the evening," I said, as I tried to pull it back in place, but Poul stopped me. "I dare you to keep it like that for the next dance with Igor," he challenged me with a lopsided grin. He pulled me close and I could clearly feel his erection against my stomach. I knew he loved it when other guys looked at me. "Okay, but you will have to fend him off if he gets any ideas." I wasn't really worried. Igor was always teasing, but he had never gone beyond a friendly kiss. And even if he did, Poul would just stop him if he thought he was going too far. "Of course," Poul nodded in confirmation. I didn't think he sounded very convincing, and as he pulled the bikini bottom back to the narrow strip after I had just managed to straighten it out again, I realised he was quite happy to let Igor have a good look. I just watched passively as he did the same to the top, lifting the material free of my breasts, and squeezing it together to no more than a thin strap just barely covering my nipples. I shook my head. "You are off your head. You don't really want me to dance like this?" "That is exactly what I want," he said. "Igor, could you please entertain Jenny while I go and get some more beer," Poul called out to Igor. I wasn't aware that Igor was so close, and I didn't have the chance either to consider the situation or cover myself. Anyway, I had promised Poul I would dance with Igor like this, and if that turned him on, well, what the hell! Igor stared at me. "Whoa, that bikini sure doesn't cover very much!" he exclaimed. I looked down at myself. One nipple was only half covered and as he looked it started to swell and grow really hard. "Well, Poul seems to like it like that," I said apologetically. "He is not the only one," said Igor as he pulled me close. He was only wearing a pair of very small swimming trunks; we might as well have been standing naked against each other. As we danced closely, I couldn't help slowly becoming excited. He had his hands at my sides, slowly running them up and down, stroking the sides of my breasts. I put my arms around the back of his neck and put my head on his shoulder. I could feel his dick going hard and digging into me. I always considered that as a compliment. I don't always like the feeling; it depends on the guy. More often than not it just spells trouble, but with Igor, it was just another wholehearted compliment. He put a hand on my bum and pulled me harder against him. "Can you feel what you are doing to me?" he whispered. I sure could. I could also feel his hand all over my naked bum. The string had dug itself into my ass crack; for all practical purposes leaving my bottom naked. I looked over at Poul coming back with another crate of beer. I kind of expected him to come over now and stop us, but he didn't. He just sat down and smiled encouragingly to me. I couldn't believe it. Here I was, almost naked, being pawed all over by Igor, and Poul was just sitting there smiling. What would it take for Poul to stop him? "I can certainly feel it, but I am not doing anything. It must all be in your mind," I teased him. We danced a bit more. With Poul watching us, Igor didn't go any further and I didn't quite know if I was disappointed or relieved. I had become quite excited myself, feeling Igor's hardness pressing into me, but despite the fact that it had been fun to talk openly about how he got hard from dancing with me, I wouldn't have known how to take it to the next step with Poul sitting watching us. Poul danced some more with me, teasingly trying to get me to drop my top. "Did Igor do anything?" he wanted know. "Such as?" I replied, playing dumb. "You know, like touching you?" He seemed a bit embarrassed about having to ask, so I helped him by answering truthfully: "Not really. He had his hands quite close to my breasts without really touching them. He did hold my bum and press up against me, so I could feel he was excited from dancing with me, but that was all. Then you came along." "Are you sorry I came back? Would you have let him continue? I mean, now that you had got him excited." I could tell he was getting turned on from this line of thought, and in turn, I have always been aroused by the way that Poul gets excited from talking about me and other guys. "Maybe a bit further. I don't know." I really didn't. Poul thought about my reply. "Did you get excited as well?" he wanted to know, but he didn't wait for an answer. He pretended to kiss my neck and shoulder so he could bend down at the same time as running a finger up between my legs. I was dripping and I knew it. "Um, I guess so," I admitted, not unaffected by his fingers. We continued for a couple more hours. I danced a few more times with Igor, but he never got any further than before. Finally, most of the other couples had left and it was time for us to go back as well. I was slightly apprehensive about sharing our room after my encounter with Igor. I managed to slip into the bathroom first while the guys had a last beer on the balcony. I washed and made myself ready for the night and put on a long T- shirt and a pair of running shorts. I thought that was actually much less provocative than what I had been wearing at the beach. I didn't know about the sleeping arrangement, as there was only one large bed. I slipped into the bed, taking the side I had always slept on. Poul came in when he saw me slipping into the bed. He looked at me. "You will have to sleep in the middle," he said. "I am not sleeping next to a guy,". I'd had much the same thought myself; I just wanted him to say it. I obediently moved into the middle of the bed. Poul went to the bathroom and then joined me in the bed. Shortly afterwards Igor made it to the bathroom. Poul rested on an elbow and looked at me. Then he slipped a hand up under my T-shirt and cupped my breast. I immediately became all hot and excited. When he kissed me I realised how turned on I had become after the dances on the beach, and I soon forgot the time and place. Soon he had a hand in my shorts and I was getting close to an orgasm when I heard Igor running the shower in the bathroom. That brought me back to my senses. "Poul, stop. We can't do that now, Igor might come out any minute now," I said, not really wanting him to stop. He didn't. "He has only just started running the shower, it will be a while before he is out, and I am so horny. I want to fuck," Poul whispered. "So do I, but just play a bit with me. We haven't got time for that." He complied, and when he had me close to the brink again, he whispered, "I want you to take off these clothes." "But, why . . . ?" "I like the idea of you lying naked between Igor and me," Poul whispered in my ear. "But what if he finds out?" I had just put on these clothes to try to appear decent in bed. "Well, so what?" "I mean, he might take it as an invitation to try something." I hadn't quite caught on yet. "I thought you said you were horny and wanted to fuck as well? I am sure Igor would love to". Now I caught on. Poul wanted me to do exactly that. "And you would find that okay?" I asked incredulously. "Not only okay, I would find it extremely arousing. Go on, just do it now." The water had stopped and Igor could be out any minute. I didn't have much time to think. Poul was already tugging at my T-shirt. I sat up and pulled it off. Poul pulled down my shorts. I hid both under the pillow, and had only just lain down again with no time for regrets when Igor opened the bathroom door and came out. He only had on a small pair of tight shorts. I could clearly see the outline of his penis through the material. I couldn't believe I was lying here naked in the middle of the bed staring longingly at Igor's bulging shorts. But the thought was exciting me. He wasn't looking at me, but merely sat on the edge of the bed. When he had his back to me, Poul pulled my leg against his, and ran a finger all the way up to my pussy. I stifled a small gasp as his fingers found my erect clit. I almost forgot about Igor, but I couldn't; he was so close. I couldn't see how we could be three people sharing one sheet, and with us being so close that Igor wouldn't detect that I wasn't wearing any clothes. I shivered, partly from the thought and partly from Poul's actions. As I stared at Igor's back, he lifted himself off the bed and pulled off his small shorts. As he sat back down on the bed, I realised he was going to get into the bed naked. I didn't get time to think further about that, because now Igor turned and lifted the sheet to get under it. I guess he could have slipped under the sheet without lifting it too much, but he didn't. I don't think he lifted it enough to actually see my breasts, but certainly enough to notice that I didn't have on the T-shirt he had seen me wearing when getting into the bed. I wondered if my excited nipples poking up the sheet had made him suspicious and made him lift the sheet enough to check what I was wearing. Whatever his motive, there was no doubt that he now knew I had shed my clothes after getting into bed. I don't know what messages I was sending to him, but I knew what it was doing to me. Between Poul's continued subtle play with my clit and the thought of Igor and me lying here naked, next to each other, almost made me come. I closed my eyes and bit my lip knowing that Igor was staring at me, but not being able to meet his stare as I was trying to shield my emotions. I wasn't even aware I was doing it, but involuntarily my other leg moved outwards, spreading my legs completely for Poul's hand. The action also made my other leg meet Igor's dick, which predictably, had grown hard by now. I just pushed harder against it. I wasn't really thinking until I felt Igor's hand on my stomach. It travelled upwards, passing, but not resting on my breasts poking out at the top of the sheet. I opened my eyes, looking at him. He looked questioningly at me as his fingers closed on the sheet and slowly pulled it down. I guess he was watching me to see my reaction in order to stop if I objected. But I didn't. I couldn't. I wanted him to do it. As the sheet cleared my nipple I gasped. This was the first time Igor had seen an intimate part of me, and having reached that stage, there was no stopping. I noticed him change the direction of his stare to look at Poul, still with the same questioning look. His hand had stopped. I don't know what signal Poul gave him, but as the sheet continued down, I assumed that in one way or another he had given Igor the go-ahead. At first I couldn't believe that Poul really wanted this to happen, but now I did. It wasn't just because I knew Poul wanted me to accept it, which had been my reason for agreeing to take off my clothes. I now thought of Igor's fondling me at the beach, all his remarks and hints which I had just rejected as normal, boyish kidding, and I realised I had really been longing for his touch. But what was Poul getting out of this? He had stopped playing with me as the sheet cleared my crotch, leaving it up to Igor to do what he wanted with me. I looked down at Poul. I hadn't noticed he had removed his shorts, but now it was obvious that the situation excited him, for he had an enormous erection. I looked at his face. He stared excitedly at me. His breath came in shallow puffs, the way I knew so well when he was highly aroused. Why was he so aroused at the thought that his wife was about to be fucked by a good friend? I pushed that question to the back of my mind as Igor leant over me. His hand squeezed one of my breasts a little, playing with the nipple. It felt so sensitive. When his mouth closed over the nipple and he started sucking I almost came, not only from the sensation, but also from the thought that this was Igor doing it. I was still looking at Poul as Igor's hands moved down from my breasts. As they approached my crotch I spread my legs as much as possible, each thigh bumping into a hard, male rod. When his hands separated my nether lips and a finger slipped into me, I closed my eyes guessing that if Poul was getting excited from watching me with Igor, he should get even more pleasure from knowing what this was doing for me. He knows that when I close my eyes, it is because I can hardly stand the pleasure. When I felt a hand closing over my other breast I knew Poul had joined in the game. Igor's finger slipped out of me again and moved up to my clit, barely more than imperceptibly playing with it. I was writhing around trying to get more feeling out of it, but he just kept teasing me. His mouth left my breast and I felt him kiss my belly button and trace a wet line down to my pubic hairline. I thrust my pelvis upwards, trying to make it easy for him to get to where I knew he was headed. But he didn't stop. He continued down to my knee and soon I felt him kissing my toes. I wanted to raise my head and look at him, but Poul was kissing me while he was playing with my nipples, so I couldn't get up. I felt Igor move off the bed, and then my legs were spread as he positioned his face between them. He put his hands under my buttocks and lifted me up. I felt his breath on my exposed lips and his tongue started to play with them. I must have let out a small scream for Poul stopped kissing me and looked down. I wanted to look as well, and sat up on my elbows. I bent my legs, so I could push up against Igor's tongue, indicating that his touch was too light. I wanted more. He must have got the message, because he sucked my clit into his mouth, letting his tongue work harder on my now very exposed and unprotected clit. "Oh God, that is good," I couldn't help exclaiming. I looked at Poul who stared at me in fascination. I couldn't last long like that and before I knew it, the first small contractions hit me. Poul was resting on an elbow watching me as I felt a large orgasm ripple through my body. Igor held my legs as in a vice to stop me from throwing him off as the spasms really hit me. Finally I had to grab Igor's hair and force him away. I needed a rest, couldn't take any more - it was just too intense. "Um, you tasted so nice," Igor said with a horse voice. "Does she always get so wet?" he asked Poul. "Yes, when she gets very aroused, isn't that right dear?" Poul replied, looking lovingly at me. "Stop talking about me as if I were some object," I complained. "And yes, I do. I mean, get very wet when aroused. Which I am now." I pulled Igor down next to me on the bed and indicated I wanted him to turn over onto his back. His dick was large and thick. Very hard, standing almost vertical, its blue and shiny head pulsing in his excitement. I crawled on top of him, intending to slide onto him in a way which gave Poul a good view, but as I sat up and looked at Poul, I could see that he was staring at me as if trying to give me a signal. Igor was looking at me, and not at Poul, so Poul could make a round mouth indicating with a sucking motion that he wanted me to go down on Igor. I thought of Igor's large, hard dick. Poul wanted to watch me lick it and take it in my mouth. "Oh, Igor! That just looks so inviting," I said as I lowered myself down to only a tongue's length from the shiny mushroom head of his cock. "Gee, Jenny. I never thought you would . . . " he said but broke off as I ran my tongue all the way up the underside of his dick. "Oh yeah, please. I can't believe you are really doing that to me. I have had wet dreams about you doing that so many times," he breathed. "Poul, I hope you realise what a fantastic wife you have." He was panting heavily. I looked up at Poul as I opened my mouth wide and slipped the head of Igor's penis into my mouth. I took it as deep as I could while I kept staring at Poul. He had a hand on his own dick, and I could tell from the look on his face that he was highly aroused and close to coming. I didn't break eye contact with him as I worked Igor's dick further and further into my mouth. I wanted to try to take it all the way, not only for Igor's sake, but also because I know Poul loves it when I do it to him. He says it is so sexy to watch me do it. I wanted him to see me doing that now, but to Igor. I knew that's what he wanted too when he swept my hair back to have an uninterrupted view of Igor's dick when I finally had it in my throat, up to the hilt. I knew I had it as far as I could when I felt his pubic hair against my lips. I would do a couple of deep sucks and then breathe, then ram the dick back into my mouth. Igor was mumbling unintelligible words to me, probably in Russian. Whatever language it was, it conveyed his excitement very well, and I could feel that he was about to come. I didn't want that yet, so I gradually slowed down, just doing a few last long sucks, then ending up with a few hard ones just around the base of the head. I sat up and looked down at him. I put my hands on my breasts, cupping them and playing with them myself, letting Igor watch as I got more and more aroused from the way he was staring at me. I was slowly making my way up towards his cock, which was once again towering freely, almost between my legs. Soon I was sliding along it as I pressed it down on his stomach. I was rubbing up and down the length of it, before I started to rise high enough to enable it to enter me. I still had my hands on my breasts. Igor had placed his hands on mine, feeling me rubbing my breasts and guiding me to where he wanted my hands, and ensuring they were not obscuring the view. Meanwhile, without the use of my hands I had trouble guiding his cock into me. I must have made a frustrated movement or sign, for suddenly Poul reached over and held Igor's dick straight and guided it into the right position for me. I couldn't believe Poul could have done that. He is homophobic, and I have never experienced him touching another man. But I guess it showed how badly he wanted to see Igor's dick inside me. Poul was staring intently as me and I was staring back as I lowered myself down on Igor, feeling his hard dick slide all the way into me. As I raised myself up again, Poul's gaze shifted to look at Igor's shiny, wet shaft sliding out of me, only seconds later for it to disappear into me as I plunged down on Igor again. Soon I forgot about looking at Poul. Igor had now taken over playing with my nipples. I leant back, resting my hands on my heels, pushing forward with each thrust so that my clit would rub against his pelvic bone, while I clearly could feel his massive rod against the bottom of my vagina. I think I must have closed my eyes, for I didn't notice Poul moving until I felt him positioning himself behind me. He took my hands and guided them down to rest on either side of Igor's head, making me lean forward over Igor. Igor looked up at me. He then put a hand around the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss. I hadn't really wanted to kiss him. Kissing is kind of personal. Not that making love is not, but I felt kissing was reserved for Poul. I gave him only a little kiss, but as I bent down Poul slipped a finger up my ass. That really drives me insane. I forgot about my reluctance to kiss, and soon we were engaged in heavy French kissing. Igor started to thrust vigorously upwards into me, while I just concentrated on the kiss and on his fingers which had returned to my nipples. Soon, however, I was meeting his thrusts, concentrating on not moving so much that Poul couldn't keep his finger in me. But I didn't need to worry; his hand just followed my movements, which grew wilder as I felt an orgasm approaching. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah. I am going to come. Igor, don't stop; keep going. I want you to come inside me. Come, come, come now, now," I pleaded. There was something decadent about the thought of him coming inside me, feeling him shooting his sperm deep in me while Poul was watching. Soon I felt him going full speed, and with Poul's action in my ass I couldn't hold out for long. As I felt Igor's contractions and his climactic thrusts I knew, as well as felt, that he had indeed come inside me. The thought made me wild, and as large contractions hit me, Poul's finger kept pumping my asshole until I screamed and collapsed on top of Igor. I felt spent. Poul's finger kept working slowly for some time until he finally removed it. After a while I felt Igor go limp and as he pulled out, I felt his semen dripping out of me, running down the insides of my thighs. Then I felt Poul's hands on my hips carefully lifting me off Igor. I followed his move, and soon I felt the heat of his body against my bum and then his dick slipping into me. I stretched my arms, looking down at Igor, as Poul entered me deeply. With his grip on my hips he could ram hard into me, and he did, almost violently. The wetness of Igor's sperm spread all over my buttocks and onto Poul, so soon there was a loud slap when our wet bodies met. Igor was staring in fascination at my breasts, which were swinging wildly with each hard thrust. I can't remember experiencing Poul so wild, almost hurting my hips as he pulled me so hard against him. Igor caught my breasts, one in each hand, and massaged my nipples between his fingers. I know I started to make loud noises, but I couldn't help it. For a second I thought I was making some really weird sounds, until I realised that Poul was making noises with each thrust as well. I could hear he was approaching his climax. I thought I felt the approach of another orgasm myself, when all of a sudden it was there at full strength. I was very aware of Igor watching me intently as the first wave of contractions hit me, signalling my state very clearly to him. But I didn't mind. I was just concentrating on Poul who was now screaming as he hit his own orgasm. Once again I was filled with a load of sperm. I was still in the throes of my own orgasm, and as I felt Poul coming I collapsed over Igor, accepting his kisses all over my face. I was in a kind of daze. I noticed Poul letting himself fall on his side of the bed as if he had just fainted. I rolled off Igor and positioned myself between the two guys, and as soon as I had made sure that Poul was just pretending to be dead, I immediately dropped off to sleep myself. My first thought when I woke the next morning was how thirsty I was. Poul was sleeping like a baby with a smug and satisfied smile on his lips. That annoyed me a little, even though I guess I couldn't complain. Only then did I realise that Igor was no longer in the bed. Why did I feel a small pang of disappointment? I reached over to his side of the bed and finished a bottle of Coke left over from last night. It was flat, but at least it quenched my thirst. Igor's side of the bed still seemed to be warm, but when I looked around the room I couldn't see his clothes or suitcase, so I guessed he had just slipped off, maybe too embarrassed to face Poul or myself. I got out of the bed and went to the balcony door. It was late and there were lots of people around, so I couldn't go outside, but I still enjoyed the fresh, salty breeze coming in from the ocean against my still-sweaty body. I was thinking about last night. The thought of Poul fucking me from behind while I was hovering over Igor flashed through my mind. I felt the cool air against my nipples, which immediately became hard. Unbelievable! How could I still be horny after such a night? Hadn't I had enough? I guess not. I playfully touched a nipple and immediately felt myself become wet. Ouch, I'd better go and have a cold shower, I thought to myself. I didn't want to disturb Poul, so I closed the door of the room that led to the small corridor before I opened the door to the bathroom. I was halfway into the bathroom, my fingers still playing with my nipple, before I realised that Igor was in there. Apparently only just out of the shower, he was as stark naked as I was. My fingers stopped playing with my nipple, As a matter of fact, my whole body froze. Igor was staring at me. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen all of me last night anyway, but in some way I felt terribly exposed. I guess it was okay when Poul was prompting me to be with Igor, but when we were alone that was something different. I was just about to retreat, when my eyes came to rest on his penis. It was slowly, but unmistakably going from flaccid to half erect while I was watching. I was staring in fascination, unaware that my fingers had started to play with my nipples again. I am always flattered and extremely aroused by the thought of a guy getting a hard-on because of watching me. I was getting very aroused. As Igor's dick reached full size, I didn't want to leave anymore. "Last night was fantastic, and I know you enjoyed it too," Igor said quietly, "but for some reason it was like we were doing it all for Poul's benefit." "It certainly wasn't only for his benefit, but I admit he suggested it." I didn't want to stop looking at his dick, but general politeness dictated that I should look him in the face when I spoke to him. "Would you have done it, if he hadn't suggested it?" he wanted to know. I didn't quite know how to answer that. "When we danced at the beach I got very aroused, and the thought crossed my mind," I admitted. "But I probably wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been for Poul." "I would like to do it once more, knowing you were doing it for me and not for Poul." "I understand." I could see that. I knew I wanted to as well. But I was thinking of Poul sleeping just on the other side of the wall. But what the hell, he was the one initiating it last night. He'd had his fun, and even though I had a good time too, I thought I was entitled to have it my way as well. We both started towards each other and met in the middle of the floor, embracing and kissing passionately as if we hadn't had sex for a long time. He lifted me up onto the washbasin top. I leaned back as he spread my legs and positioned himself between them. I shivered as he ran his hands up the inside of my thighs, quickly reaching my pussy lips, which were glistening wet. We didn't have time for foreplay. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him hard against me as I used a free hand to guide him inside me. We were both desperate. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to stop myself from making a noise. I only opened my eyes again when I felt that Igor was about to come. For some reason I was still a bit away from my climax, and I think he was aware of that. He slowed down, looking questioningly at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Come down from there," he said. "I now know what you like." I didn't know what he meant, but he turned me around so I leant my elbows on the washbasin and looked at the two of us in the mirror. I felt him entering me again, but at the same time slipping a thumb into my asshole, which was moist from my love juices spreading all over me. I almost screamed from the joy of the double penetration. As Igor started pumping away again I watched in the mirror. Igor was staring at the reflection of my bouncing breasts. This time it didn't take long for me to feel an orgasm coming, but again Igor was faster than me and before long I could see from his contorted face that he was just about to come. I was almost flattened against the washbasin with his last thrusts. "Sorry, just couldn't wait any longer," he said when he had got back his wind. "But hang on a second, don't move." With his thumb still fucking my asshole, he now put his other hand down my front and found my frustrated clit. As his now flaccid dick slid out of me, I could feel a pool of his semen running down my leg, and for some strange reason I found that so arousing that I finally started to come. I felt a bit guilty doing this, knowing it was exactly the sight Poul said he wanted to watch, but then the orgasm hit me with full force and I forgot all about Poul for a while. There is something terribly exciting about coming alone like this, subjected to the ministrations of a guy. The orgasm was extended, and I collapsed, completely spent when finally the rushes stopped. I hadn't even noticed when he had pulled his finger out. Now he just pulled me up against him, while he gently played with my breasts and watched me in the mirror. "Thanks," was all he said as he kissed my ear. I watched in the mirror as he slipped out of the door. I can't remember how long I stood there, but after a while I heard the main door close and realised Igor had left, and that I must have been standing there for a while. I had a shower and went back to bed. When we awoke again in the late afternoon Poul and I made love, tenderly and lovingly. "This hasn't changed anything between us, has it?" Poul asked as we relaxed afterwards. "No it has just enriched us with one more experience," I said truthfully. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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