He woke up the next morning under the covers between the two of them. His head was a little fuzzy and it took him some time to come round. To his left Mrs. Smith was sound asleep, her uncovered chest rhythmically rising and falling. When he looked to his right he found Anya awake and smiling at him.
"Good morning." She said quietly.
"Good morning to you too." he replied.
"That was some night we had eh." she said. "I had a really good time."
"Me too." He told her recalling the events of the previous night.
"I loved fucking your big cock." As she said it he felt her fingertips on his cock under the covers, playing over it and gliding up and down its shaft. Her soft touch had his cock and arousal growing rapidly. The unseen fingers curled around him and began ever so slowly stroking him. Fuck, he wanted her again. Feeling his readiness and need for her cunt, she moved onto her back and opened her legs. Still under the covers and with his rigid cock already leaking precum, he rolled on top of her, his hand between them, guiding his hard cock into her waiting cunt. She was still wet from the night before and despite his aroused thickness, he slid into her smoothly. He heard her draw in her breath as his cock filled her. With all of him buried in her throbbing pussy, he began to thrust in and out of her slowly, rhythmically pushing in and out of her, his sliding cock gradually building her orgasm bit by bit. Getting close she was panting, her arms wrapped around his back, his slow rhythmic fucking grinding her towards her climax. Her aching cunt throbbed with need, it seemed to be taking so long and she was desperate to cum.
"Fuck me faster" she panted quietly in his ear as he pushed into her deep again and again. Fuck her cunt felt so good. His ass rose higher under the covers as he started to fuck her harder. She wanted to cry out but couldn't. Beside them Mrs. Smith was still asleep.
"Do me, fuck my cunt." She begged so close to the edge. "I need to cum." Her legs opened wider and he humped her even harder, pushing every inch of him into her wet throbbing pussy. He felt her tense under him and then with a gasp and hard jerk she came, clinging to him tightly, crying out quietly in orgasm. He stopped thrusting, his cock deep inside her, enjoying the feel of her cumming pussy gripping his cock. Then he started again, pushing in and out of her. Within seconds, she was gasping again, biting her finger to stop her screaming as an even bigger orgasm ripped through her body. This time he came with her, holding his pulsating cock deep in her pussy as he flooded it with cum. After they had finished, she let him finger her cum soaked pussy until she came again then told him she needed to leave.
He watched from the bed as she silently got dressed and collected her handbag. As she opened the door, she stopped, turned, blew him a kiss and walked out. As he lay back in bed he had a feeling he would be seeing a lot more of the lovely Anya. The prospect pleased him immensely.
In contrast to Anya, Mrs. Smith displayed no desire for sex when she woke up. He suspected she may have been feeling a bit rough after all their drinks the night before. After soaping and washing all over each other in the shower, she did get him to finger her until she came but that as to be the extent of their sexual adventures for the day. Towel off and dressed, they went downstairs and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast until it was time for him to leave. She was obviously feeling a little worse for wear after their trip to the bar and threesome with Anya. Truth be told, he wasn't firing on all cylinders himself.
Back in his room, he stripped off his old clothes and lay naked on his bed. As he recalled the events of the previous night, he couldn't help reaching down and stroking his cock. In no time he was hard, his hand sliding up and down the length of his thick shaft. He didn't want to cum, he just wanted to feel the arousal as he pictured both women naked fucking each other. Breaking off from his reverie, he got up and put on fresh clothes. He could feel his hard cock straining in the tight confines of his pants. Maybe he should have made himself cum. It would take ages to go away trapped in his pants. His inability to get images of Anya's naked body out of his mind wasn't helping either. He had swapped numbers with her before she left and he was secretly wishing she would call telling him she was horny again. She was a gorgeous fuck and he quite fancied spending some one-on-one time with her. He was definitely a cunt man and hers was up there with the best. Shit! He just made the cock in his pants even harder thinking about it. Maybe a swim in the cool pool would calm him down. Stripping off again, he resisted the urge to pull himself and put on his swimming trunks. Grabbing a towel he walked out of his room and made for the pool.
Oh fuck, he couldn't win. His employer was stretched out topless on a deckchair. As he dropped into one opposite her, his eyes were immediately drawn to her slightly parted legs and the flimsy strip of material stretched between them.
"Do I or don't I." she said smiling.
"Pardon?"
"Do I or don't I want to fuck her cunt. That's what you were thinking." She said.
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"That giant fucking tent pole in your swim trunks says it all." She told him. "Along with your staring hard between my legs."
"That obvious eh"
"Well sort of." She said laughing. "You had it when you got here. Thinking about someone's cunt from last night? It must have been a good one?" she asked with a sly smile.
"I only fuck good ones." He countered. That should take the wind out of her sails.
"Would you like me to help you with your little, I mean big problem?" she asked him grinning mischievously.
"Fuck yes." He groaned, lost to the sight of her bare tits and micro bikini bottoms. There was no way his hard cock was going to go away by itself now.
