The Beautiful Kind

Another guest post by The Wild Woman. A true story that makes me truly jealous.

“Take your fingers and explore the lower part of her sex” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t want to stop teasing her g-spot, her sex tightening around my fingers as I manipulated the ridge, but I obeyed and turned my attention to the opposite side of her pussy. “There is much to feel there too, my sweet.”

He would know - it was his wife’s pussy.

With two fingers I moved in big circles, amazed at how she opened for me. It was a whole new world, this bottom part of her sex. I wanted to crawl inside of her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. I was focused on pleasuring her, her husband whispering advice in my ear, all the while caressing, kissing her body. She smiled and closed her eyes, head resting on her pillow… enjoying the attention and the pleasure. “She craves your fingers when you’re not with us. Mine aren’t as long and slender as yours. Give her another one.” I slipped a third finger in her sex and pushed them deep inside of her, moving them all around, her sex opening further for them.

“Would you like to put your fist inside of her?” I looked at him with surprise and nodded yes. He squeezed more lubricant on my hand and his. He rubbed all around her opening, massaging her clit. Her sex tightened a bit. I looked up at her, her beautiful full breasts heaving with each breath. Moans escaped her sweet mouth. He moved up to her ear and gently told her, “Get ready dear, you’re going to get her fist.” She gasped and kissed him passionately.

“Insert another finger.” I nervously did as he told. Four fingers moved slowly around in her sex. I closed them inside of her, the knuckles on the back of my hand pushing against the ridge of her upper sex. “Let it open and stretch around your hand.” And it did. I occasionally moved my mouth to her hard clit and kissed it gently, then licked in circles around it.

“Slowly begin the insertion of your thumb.” I pulled my fingers out just enough so I could close my thumb in the palm of my hand. Then I slid my thumb up to the ends of my fingers, as if I had a sock puppet on my hand and began my slow journey inside of her sex. He squirted more lubricant and told me to be very slow and gentle. I could feel her sex resist my hand with each push, then she would open and I would push further. “Don’t move your fingers inside of her, let her body accept your hand first.” So I held still and felt the clenching of her sex.

I learned that when sliding your hand inside a woman’s pussy, your fingers naturally begin to turn inward and form a fist. The lower part of her sex opens and it’s there your fist will be the most comfortable.

I was all the way inside of her, only my wrist visible at the entrance of her beautiful pussy. Her moans had stopped - the intenseness of being completely full was taking away all sound from her mouth. He kissed her and told her how beautiful it was to see my fist deep inside. “I’ll be back,” he whispered to her… “Don’t move your fingers yet, wait.”

He left the room and returned with a mirror. He held it so she could see this amazing sight. I thought she would come just from the view. He asked if she was ready to come, she nodded yes. “It only takes a very small movement from your fingers, if you move too much, it could be very painful for her.” I slowly moved my fingers and put my mouth on her clit. She cried out. I stopped. He smiled and said to me “It’s all right, that was a good scream. This is going to get very intense.” I used my free hand to manipulate her clit. I needed to see her face to better judge what was pleasurable/painful.

When she got close he told her that the orgasm may be painful. She didn’t care, she needed release. “When she comes, stop all movement and whatever you do, don’t take your fist from her.” I nodded and continued pleasuring her to orgasm. When she came, she screamed… no… she growled out like a wild animal, her body shaking, her pussy so tight around my wrist I was losing circulation. He comforted her and kissed her.

I removed my fist as gently as it had entered her. My fingers were wet and lacking blood. The scent of her cum filled the air. She lay there looking at me and him, completely satisfied, unable to move. I crawled up next to her, kissed her, laid my head on her breasts while she stroked my hair. My sex was wet and craving. I felt his fingers plunge deep inside of me. Then he fucked me while she held me close.