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My Smutty Hotwife Confessions
(Thomas Roberts)

Lydia and Bronson combined to undress me. I felt so aroused having two people kissing and caressing me as they slowly removed my clothing. As each piece came off, they took the time to worship my newly exposed body, my lust causing me to pant as I tried to get Bronson's clothing off him. As I unbuttoned his shirt, Lydia knelt to spread me and press her mouth to my backside. I spread my legs to give her better access as I tried to get Bronson's belt unclasped.



I wanted to feel a man's need for me as I was undressed, and I could feel Bronson throbbing against me ready to take me and make me his. But as Lydia kissed me, I was again lost in the soft safeness of her mouth and now naked body as she drew my desire out from deep inside me. I wasn't being taken by her, I was surrendering to her need for me.



Bronson wasn't thick, but he was very long. As I touched him, both husband and wife directed me to the bed. Bronson laid me on my back as he knelt between my legs and continued what he'd started in the Rolls, licking and sucking me.



"You're very excited, my dear." Of course, I was; between the two of them, I'd been played with and aroused for hours.



Just then, Lydia threw her leg over my head and lowered herself onto my face. I knew a moment of panic looking up at another woman. I'd never been in this position before, but of course, I was familiar with all the parts. Lydia was turned on, she seemed swollen as she lowered herself to my mouth.



I did to her what her husband was doing to me, sucking her and giving her tiny fast licks with my tongue. I'd never done this before, but I knew what I liked done to me, and it seemed Lydia liked the same things I did. I held her hips with my hands as she moaned above me.



It felt only right when Bronson lifted my hips and guided himself inside. I moaned against Lydia and attacked her, trying to make her feel as good as her husband was making me feel.



Bronson couldn't get the traction he needed. I was disappointed when he pulled out and rolled me onto my hands and knees. I missed him, and surprising myself further, I missed Lydia's even more.



Part of the problem was solved as Bronson pulled my hips up and slammed into me from the back. I groaned and tried to put my head on the mattress only to be pulled up by my hair as Lydia squirmed under me backward.



I loved the taste of her! I loved licking her. I loved the taste of her honey as it flowed out of her. I loved how I could suck her hood and make it so much longer. I loved the vibrations she caused as she moaned against me.



Did this mean I was a lesbian? It couldn't mean that, I loved the feel of Bronson inside me, I loved how the two of them worked together to bring me pleasure. I knew they'd done this before, maybe they'd do it again with me?



Lydia was pushing her hips off the bed trying to get more contact with my lips and tongue. Bronson felt thicker inside me as he started to contract and to flood me. It felt like every ounce of sexual energy was being sucked from my body, starting at my toes and fingertips and working its way until it pulsed in my middle. My entire body was in climax.



Our mutual finish was  were epic, and I buried my face fully in Lydia as though I was trying to get inside her. I collapsed, kissing Lydia's soft thighs as she kissed her husband. I felt like a noodle without the energy to move as I lay my head sideways on Lydia's thighs, staring at her.