After All This Time - Reunion (Part 3)

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the bedroom, warming my skin. My body ached in the best way—my pussy sore from Paul's thick cock, my ass tender from the but plug. Dried sweat and juices crusted my skin. Paul's chest rose steadily against my back, his arm draped over my hip. I smiled, memories flooding back: the deep stretches, the squirting releases that soaked us all. My nipples perked at the thought.
Paul's fingers started tracing lazy circles on my hip, dipping lower to brush my shaved mound. 'Morning, beautiful,' he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. Laura stirred, leaning in to bite my neck lightly—teeth grazing the skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I laughed softly, the sound mixing with a gasp as her hand cupped my breast, thumb flicking my already hard nipple. 'That plug had you flooding the bed,' she teased, her fingers pinching harder, making me arch into her touch. The tenderness between my legs throbbed, but it only fueled my curiosity—what new sensations would today bring with these two? I surrendered to the lazy kisses, Paul's lips on my shoulder, Laura's tongue tracing my collarbone, our bodies pressing naked and warm, building a slow heat.
We untangled eventually, heading to the bathroom where steam rose as hot water cascaded from the rain showerhead. Paul soaped my breasts first, his large hands lathering the suds over my curves, thumbs rubbing firm circles on my nipples until they stiffened painfully. I moaned, leaning into him, my hands exploring the hard ridges of his chest, fingers tracing the trail down to his thickening cock. Laura joined, her hands washing my ass and thighs, fingers slipping between my folds to clean the remnants of last night's cum, the touch gentle but insistent, stirring fresh wetness. Kisses deepened—Paul's mouth claiming mine, tongue thrusting deep while Laura sucked on my earlobe—but we held back, the building arousal a promise for later, my pulse quickening at the trust in their touches.
In the kitchen, we slipped into loose robes that gaped open, teasing flashes of skin as we sipped coffee and tore into buttery croissants. The flaky pastry crumbled on my tongue, mixing with the bitter coffee. Under the table, feet played—Paul's toes stroking my calf, Laura's foot nudging my thigh higher, brushing my bare pussy lips. Laughter bubbled as we planned the day: lounging in the Luxembourg Gardens, a walk to tease the air against our skin, then shopping for lingerie and outfits for tonight's dinner with their swinger friends, Marie and Jacques. What new pleasures could they teach me? The thought made my core clench, openness flooding me as I imagined surrendering to more cocks, more hands, discovering stretches and rhythms I'd never felt.
The gardens were alive with summer bustle, but we strolled in light dresses—no panties, the breeze teasing my depilated folds, heightening the ache from last night and morning's touches. Fabric whispered against my thighs, my nipples rubbing stiffly with each step.
On the way back, we stopped at a boutique. The shop was tucked near the Seine. I needed a new set of lingerie for the evening. There were only the three of us and a young saleswoman in the store. We browsed racks of lace and silk. I picked up first a sheer shelf bra. Paul shook his head. 'Too conservative—it would hide too much of your beautiful breasts.' Instead, he gave me to try a red cupless corset. He looked around and pointed out a nice pair of high heels and a red short dress. ‘Add red hold-ups to these, and you'll look like a dream.’ Laura smiled and nodded. ‘I agree. Every guy will want you.’ I smiled shyly. I liked the feeling of being desired. The thought and the anticipation of the evening excited me. I took the complete set and went to the fitting room. Paul and Laura followed me there.
I dropped my light summer dress and put on the corset selected by Paul, hold-ups, and high heels. Red lace was cinching my slim waist, leaving my breasts fully bare, nipples jutting out vulnerably. No coverage for my shaved pussy. I looked in the mirror and I was feeling good, ready, and naughty. Paul came closer. He was behind me, looking in the mirror. His fingers reached to my exposed pussy and stroked down my wetness as I stood there, parting my folds to rub my clit in slow circles. I gasped, leaning against him, but he stopped short. He smiled. ‘Let’s spare this for the night.’ Laura kissed and whispered to my ear. ‘You are beautiful and a very naughty girl.’ I put on my dress back and we went to the cashier to pay. Back home, we napped nude to relax and recharge. Once we woke up, it was high time to get ready for dinner with Marie and Jacques.
I took a quick shower and jumped into my new outfit. The red dress clung to the cupless corset, my nipples pressing visibly against the thin fabric. Laura put on a cupless black bra that supported her shapely, full breasts, a garter belt, and matching black stockings. Heels completed the look. Over the sexy lingerie, she was wearing a green sheath dress that hugged her body. Paul was in a crisp shirt and slacks, his bulge already hinting.
In a great mood, laughing and teasing, we walked through the city to the restaurant.
The restaurant greeted us with the bustle and clinking of glasses, and the aroma of seared steak and herbs filled the air. The waiter directed us to the table Jacques had reserved. He watched me, his gaze lingering on my tits and nipples, which slightly strained the thin material of my red dress. We sat down at the table Jacques had reserved for us. Marie and Jacques joined us soon. Marie led the way—curvy, with full lips and full, firm breasts pressing against her blouse—she welcomed me with hugs that pressed her soft body against mine. Jacques followed close behind, tall and with dark hair, very handsome, in his early fifties. He kissed my hand, his gaze lingering on my tits a bit longer than needed. Then he said, "Lena, you're a beautiful woman. It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you mind if I sat next to you?" He said this with a mischievous smile. I subconsciously felt he was undressing me with his eyes. I politely responded to his compliment: "Jacques, it's my pleasure. Feel free, I'd be delighted." He took the chair next to me. Marie was seating Laura next.
We soon placed our orders. Wine poured freely, fueling tales of their swinging life—group sex encounters, where bodies tangled for hours, foursomes that left them quivering, clubs pulsing with anonymous fucks.
Jacques was watching me carefully, checking my reactions to the swingers’ stories. At the same time, he was also flirting with me, leaning close to whisper how beautiful my blue eyes are, complementing my look and body. He got bolder. His hand found my thigh under the table. He started to caress the inner side of it. I spread my legs willingly, curiosity burning—what would his touch unlock?—his fingers reached my pussy, stroking the slick lips, dipping one inside with a curl that made me bite my lip. Across the table, Paul kissed Laura deeply, tongues visible; Marie tweaked Laura's nipples through her dress, eliciting a moan. Arousal built, clits throbbing, cocks hardening under the cloth. Jacques grinned. 'We should move to our place—continue this properly.' Cheers erupted, glasses clinking as we agreed. My heart was pounding with excitement and curiosity. I was ready to surrender and let my body be claimed by the four of them.
We took two taxis. Marie invited me to join her and Jacques. She proposed the middle seat between two of them. I happily accepted it. The cab ride was a foreplay —Jacques's tongue plunged into my mouth, tasting of wine, his hand cupping my breast to thumb my nipple hard, through the thin fabric of my dress. Marie leaned over, squeezing the other breast, her full lips sucking my earlobe. Our bodies were pressed together in the dim interior, gropes escalating my wetness flowing down my thighs.
The apartment door closed behind the five of us. We all moved to the living room. Marie offered each of us a glass of champagne. Jacques, as host, welcomed us. "My dears, it's wonderful to have you here tonight. We are among very close friends; we have no secrets from each other, and we enjoy sharing pleasure and experiencing it together. I am very happy to welcome Lena. Today she will be a novice, whom we will try to convince to join us." Jacques proposed a toast. "To Lena, our beautiful novice, and to us!" We all drank our champagne. Paul put his glass down first. “Ladies, I suggest you present your sexy lingerie to us, and Jacques and I will remove our clothes so you can see how much we enjoy watching you.” Laura and I shed our dresses, and Maria her blouse and skirt, presenting our charms and lingerie to both men. They got completely naked, showing their already semi-erect cocks.
I proudly presented my red cupless corset baring my breasts and pussy, holding up gartering my legs. Laura was standing next to me in her black cupless black bra that supported her shapely, full breasts, a garter belt, and matching black stockings. Marie joined us, in her sheer crotchless bodysuit. Laura was holding my hands.
I proudly showed my red cupless corset baring my breasts and pussy, holding up gartering my legs. Laura was standing next to me in her black cupless black bra that supported her shapely, full breasts, a garter belt, and matching black stockings. Marie joined us, standing on my other side, in her sheer crotchless bodysuit. They both were holding my hands showing me their support and encouragement.
They guided me to Jacques. Marie whispered to me. 'Kneel and suck my husband’s cock. Enjoy it.’ She kissed me. I followed her instructions and took Jacques’s semi-hard cock into my mouth. Marie kissed Jacques in the cheek and moved to Paul.
Laura dropped to her knees and started licking Jacques’s balls. I felt how his cock was growing in my mouth—getting thicker and harder. I took it out of my mouth and started caressing its head with my tongue. Laura joined me, our tongues were swirling around his thick, veined cock as he stood, the shaft pulsing hot against our lips. We met at the head, lips brushing in a wet kiss, tasting his salty precum that beaded and smeared. Jacques fisted my blonde hair, pulling me into a fierce kiss, his tongue dominating mine while Laura deepthroated him, gagging softly on the length. Paul filmed close-ups on his phone—juices glistening on chins, my flushed face—then turned to Marie, fingers plunging into her wetness with wet squelches, commanding, 'Spread wider, show me that dripping pussy.' He ordered me to hold Jacques's heavy balls, rolling them in my palm as Laura sucked.
Paul bent Marie doggy over the couch, his thick cock slamming into her from behind—slaps echoing sharply, her full breasts swinging.
We all moved into the bedroom. Together with Laura and Marie, we dropped remnants of the lingerie. Our bodies were now fully free. Paul turned to me, 'Let Jacques own you now, Lena. Be a submissive lover for him.' Jacques pulled me close, his dark eyes locking on mine. 'Want to be my slut tonight?' he dirty-talked to me.
Shy heat flushed me, but openness won. 'Yes... fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside me tonight.' His fierce kiss bruised my lips, hands pinching my exposed nipples, twisting until I arched with a cry, the pain sparking pleasure straight to my core.
He bent me over the wall, heels lifting my ass high, the cool plaster against my palms. His big, thick cock thrusted deep from behind, stretching my sore pussy walls around his veined girth, pounding with rhythmic slaps that jolted my body. I moaned, pushing back, the fullness taught me a new depth—my curiosity was sated with waves of sensation. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard, while increasing the speed of pushes. I was screaming. ‘Don't stop. Fuck me hard!' He pulled his cock out of me. ‘Wait, my little slut. No so fast. I want to enjoy you fully and as long as I can.' Next, Jacques pushed me on the bed and took me missionary way: legs hooked over his shoulders, his massive length hit my cervix with each plunge, balls slapping my ass, my pussy slick with my juices. Marie and Laura joined, sucking and biting my hard nipples—teeth sinking in, making me arch and moan louder.
Tension built fast, my clit throbbing, until I shattered in totally uncontrolled release—I was squirting hard, hot jets soaking his balls and thighs, my cries echoing as my walls clenched around him. Jacques groaned, thrusting deeper, then exploded inside me, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy, warm and sticky, overflowing down my legs. The sensation of his release mixing with mine pushed me higher, body quivering in surrender to this new partner's raw power.
For the first time in my life, I fainted during an orgasm. It was an incredible experience. Jacques waited until I came back. He whispered in my ear, 'Did you enjoy being my slut? Do you want more?' I nodded, looking into his eyes. Then I replied in a weak, broken voice. "Yes, I want more." He just smiled, satisfied.
Paul looked at me and commanded: 'Prepare her holes, girls. Time for her to feel me and Jacques at once.'
Marie and Laura followed his request. Marie took out a tube of lube from the drawer next to the bed. She pushed a bit of the lube onto her fingers. She handed the tube to Laura. Laura kissed my lips gently, “Lena, turn and lie on your stomach. We will make you ready for something new. You will like it.” I followed her instructions. Their fingers were caressing my but; exploring my asscrack, and my pussy, stretching gently—two fingers in my wet cunt, one circling my tight ring before pushing in slowly. I felt more cold lube being pushed into my crack. After a few seconds, the first 2 and then 3 fingers were pushed into my tight hole, stretching it. It was a strange feeling—a mix of pain and pleasure. Marie said, “Our novice is ready.” The both ladies kissed me, their tongues were dueling in my mouth, tasting wine and desire. My body surrendered.
'Lena, take Jacques's cock in your pussy,' Paul ordered. I lifted my body and moved to impale myself on to Jacques’s cock. My pussy was still flooded with his earlier release, that mixed with my juices. I guided the thick head into my slick cunt. My walls were clenching around him as he was immersing deep inside me. I lay down on him. My hard nipples were scratching his chest. I kissed him passionately. My hips went up, exposing my ass. Paul used this opportunity to claim my asshole — his cock was already lubed. He pushed it slowly, inch by inch. The sting began first with pain that turned to pleasure as he stretched me wide, my first double penetration an overwhelming fullness that made me cry out.
Slaps of skin, my cries raw—our bodies rocking in sync, I was feeling how their cocks rubbing through the thin wall, sending shocks through me. Laura and Marie were in 69'd, lapping and fingering each other's folds, moans were vibrating the air. Tension coiled; I squirted hard again, hot release soaking the sheets and Jacques's balls, my body convulsing in uninhibited bliss, discovering this double invasion's raw power.
We rested briefly, then Paul growled, 'That's not the end, slut. Ride me reverse.' I mounted him, my pussy was grinding down onto his thick cock without any resistance thanks to Jacques’s cum mixed with my juices. Jacques throat-fucked me, his length bulging my cheeks, his precum mixed with my juices were coating my tongue. Marie and Laura joined us too. Laura bit my nipples, teeth sharp; Marie licked my clit, tongue flicking fast amid the cocks' throbs. Overload hit—I squirted explosively, screaming around Jacques's shaft, juices flooding Paul's lap.
Jacques came in my mouth—thick ropes of cum hitting my throat, salty and hot; I swallowed greedily. Paul erupted in my pussy, pulsing deep with a groan. Marie lapped up the leaking juices, her tongue scooping from my folds. I quivered, aftershocks rippling. Laura and Marie ground together to mutual climax, pussies rubbing slickly, bodies convulsing with shared cries.
We collapsed in a sweaty heap, the room heavy with sex scents—cum, sweat, lube. Soft kisses exchanged amid the tangle: Jacques's lips on my forehead, Marie's tongue tracing my nipple tenderly. We reviewed Paul's photos—close-ups of my stretched holes, cockheads buried deep, my ecstatic face twisted in release—laughing breathlessly. I texted one to Wiktor: the double penetration shot, my pussy and ass filled, with a note: 'Learning new depths—story soon.' I was totally wasted, as never before. At the same time, I was feeling fulfilled and happy.

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