When I got back to my caravan I sprawled on the couch, still buzzing from the night, cock half hard under my shorts just thinking about what tomorrow might bring. Then came a knock on the door, before I could even sit up properly, the door swung open and there they were: Lenny and Jen, both with big grins
“Thought we’d bring the party to you, luv” Jen purred, stepping inside first. She was wearing a thin summer dress that clung to every lush curve, no bra, nipples already stiff against the fabric. Lenny followed, closing the door behind him with a soft click that felt louder than it should.
Jen dropped onto the couch right beside me, thigh pressing warm against mine. Lenny took the chair opposite, legs spread wide, already smiling that easy, knowing smile. Without a word, Jen’s hand slid onto my thigh—slow, deliberate—fingers tracing higher until they brushed the thick ridge of my cock straining against the cotton. She gave a little hum of approval, stroking the length of me through the fabric, feeling how hard I’d gotten just from her touch.
“God, you’re proper ready, aren’t you?” she murmured, voice all honey and filth. Her other hand cupped my jaw, turning my face to hers. She kissed me deep, hungry tongue, tasting faintly of gin and mischief. I groaned into her mouth as her fingers finally slipped under my waistband, wrapping around my shaft. She tugged my shorts down just enough to free me, cool air hitting hot skin, then started stroking slow, firm pulls that made my hips twitch.
Then I felt it: another set of hands, pulling my shorts down the rest of the way, then a warm, wet mouth closed over the head of my cock—slow, deliberate suction, tongue swirling under the ridge. I broke the kiss and looked down.
Lenny.
On his knees between my legs, lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowing as he took me deeper. His beard scratched lightly against my balls while he sucked, steady and greedy, like he’d been waiting all day for this exact taste.
Jen laughed softly against my neck. “Hope you don’t mind, sweetheart. He’s good as gold at home, but work stresses him out something awful. On holiday, though?” She nipped my earlobe. “I let him guzzle all the cock and cum he wants. While I can fuck as many guys as I like, I even let a group of rugby players run a train on me here a few years back, could barely walk the next day but it was the best night ever and Len got to clean up their mess, it was heaven for us both, wasn't it hun?" She asked, he just nodded and mumbled "ummm" but it's only while we're here, at home we act like the average man and wife pretty vanilla some would say" |
